#girl i am parched for content when will you come back

[taixju]

SUMMER LOVIN’

CONTENT WARNINGS: eren x fem!reader x jean, threesome, infidelity, scumbag!eren, cuckhold!jean, cunnilingus, oral (m + f receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, dirty talk, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, rough sex, breeding kink, humiliation, dubcon, degradation, overstimulation, manipulation, daddy kink, dacryphilia, eavesdropping, piss kink (if you squint), porn with little plot (dark)

SYNOPSIS: When Eren offers you a summer job, he didn’t think his invitation was extended to your boyfriend. He had hoped to have you all to himself this summer...but Jean doesn’t mind sharing, right?

WORD COUNT: 7.2K

11:37 AM - The Lake

It was an unusually hot day. Muggy; the air was heavy and everything felt sticky. You sigh, fanning yourself only to be disappointed by the hot air. Your shirt was damp with sweat and clinging to your figure. Pulling your shirt over your head, you fling it to the back of the chair, totally unaware of the man watching you strip from across the lake. Reaching behind, you shyly hook a finger into your red bikini bottoms, tugging it free so that it was no longer digging into your ass. You were miserable, to say the least; contemplating ever coming to this shitty summer camp.

It all started when your mom phoned you a week before school got out. She was so excited to tell you about the great opportunity she had lined up for you this summer. And the best part?

Remember that boy, Eren, she gushed, Such a sweetheart – I told him that you would be home this summer and he was kind enough to extend a summer job position to you! Isn’t that great, honey?

Fucking fantastic.

Eren Yeager. Who didn’t know him? He was the neighborhood’s notorious fuck boy. Most guys wanted to be him; silently applauding him for being such “a goddamn pussy magnet.” And the men were not liars – to most women, this reputation preceded him; claiming him to be “a good fuck with a huuuge cock.”

And while you’d hate to admit it, your interest was piqued but your boyfriend was no idiot. Although Jean's colorful vocabulary described him as “a first class asshole”, he pretended that he didn’t know that you secretly wanted to know if the rumors were true. It didn’t matter, he reassured himself, 'cause you were his girl. Not Eren’s. 

But what he didn’t know was that for the last few weeks you were here at Red Ridge Summer Camp, Eren Yeager was the last man you thought about as Jean fucked you, secretly imagining it was actually Eren’s “huuuge cock” drilling into your cunt.

So here you were. Stuck spending whatever remained of your summer break at Red Ridge Campgrounds. It wouldn’t be all that bad, you do your best to convince yourself. At the very least you weren’t alone – Jean being the stereotypical, adoring boyfriend, eagerly followed you, wagging tail and all, to the same summer job. But to say you were distracted by a certain someone, was a goddamn understatement.

You sit at the very top of the tower, scanning the sparkling lake over your tinted Ray Bans. Campers staying in the shallow? Check. Sasha supervising the deck? Check. Eren smoking a fat blunt? Fuck.

You hop out of your chair and climb down, making your way over to the man of the hour. He sees you coming but doesn’t make any attempt to hide the prohibited item. 

“Come on, Eren,” you cross your arms, emphasizing your disapproval as you approach him. 

Initially he doesn’t respond right away. Soaking up your appearance with his emerald eyes, he looks down at your chest unabashedly and as almost to test what little patience you had left, he blows the remnants of his last hit in your face. 

“That’s my name,” He smirks—finally speaking before bringing the shrinking bud to his lips once again, “Love it when you say my name..”

His legs are spread wide open — his posture completely relaxed, all while exuding silent confidence.  He’s shirtless; wearing nothing but swim shorts and a black SnapBack. You swallow, your throat suddenly feeling parched. And as if he knew you were staring, he grins, lifting his cap to run a hand through his messy hair which gives you the perfect view of the muscles flexing through his chest. He was fucking gorgeous and it wasn’t easy to ignore the fact that he was sweaty, making it even more difficult to remember the reason why you even walked over to him in the first place.  His tongue teasingly darts out, swiping along his upper lip, licking up beads of perspiration before taking another long drag. 

Jean was great. But again, that didn’t mean you were immune.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.” His grin, teasing. You blush, quickly clearing your throat before looking away. 

“There’s children here, Eren,” you turn to him. He looks good. And it’s a challenge to not gawk. But weren’t about to boost his ego. He had enough of that and it takes everything within you to look straight and ignore his comment. “You’re setting a horrible example.”

“They don’t give a fuck what I’m doing,” he says nonchalantly but much to your relief, he snags the end of his blunt on the wooden table, putting it out. 

“You’re a Camp Counselor. You’re supposed to be teaching them-..”

“Yeah,” he scoffs, cutting you off, “By the time, these little fucking terrors reach high school, more than half of them will be smoking grass out of their ass. Besides–”

He distracts you, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple – the corded muscles in his bicep flexing deliciously.

“–They can’t even see me from here.” His apathetic reply, makes you roll your eyes. He was older and the one who invited you here and yet, why were you clearly being the more responsible adult here?

“God. Why are you such an asshole?” 

Your apparent anger seems to amuse him even more.

“Hey now. Let’s not use the Lord’s name in vain,” he jumps from the table, getting right up in your personal space. It startles you and you can’t help but shy back. As nervous as you were, you somehow managed to frown up at him, not wanting to appear scared, “I-It’s not as if you’re the most religious man, Eren.”

He stands tall, towering over you, and it was intimidating. You were in no way considered to be short but Eren was just that big. He takes a step forward and is suddenly close enough that his sweaty musk invades your nose. Your filthy mind can’t help but wander and wonder whether or not his dick was just as big, as you've heard. Given his size, you wouldn’t be surprised. He gives you a sadistic smile, as if to say he knew exactly what you were thinking. 

If only you knew what kinds of fucked up thoughts he was thinking. The things he wanted to do to that dirty little mouth of yours. And if God himself had heard his prayers, your mouth parts slightly, your pink tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip. Waiting. Waiting to see if either one of you would dare to go pass the forbidden threshold. 

But that wasn’t today; He was testing you and you weren’t ready.

Eren grins. 

“You just need to learn to lighten up, Princess.” He pats your cheek, patronizingly, breaking whatever trance he had over you, before walking away. You release a shaky breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding in.  

If there was one thing that could absolutely ruin your summer, it would be Eren Yeager.

1:59 PM 

Eren is fucking miserable. He didn’t think his summer job invitation was extended to your boyfriend. What a great opportunity, he thought, to have you all to himself.

The reason behind his bad mood was the man across the room. Of all the people to be partnered up with for the rest of the summer, it had to be Kirstein. But the one thing that really irritated Eren? He was fucking jealous. Jean had the one thing that he couldn’t have and that was you.

He grunts, finishing his third set, placing the bar into their slots before sitting up and wiping sweat with the collar of his t-shirt. You’ve been on his mind all day and it frustrates him how…distracting you’ve been. There’s no way you didn’t know; how much he wanted you. Craved you. It was fucking insufferable. The way fanned yourself, as if you were oblivious to the fact that everyone could see your pretty tits right through that poor excuse of a shirt – wearing it as though you thought it actually covered anything. No matter how many times he jerked off; no matter how much pussy he emptied his load into – it didn’t fucking matter because every goddamn time made him realize he’s never going to truly be satisfied unless it was you.

His dick gets hard as he remembers you from this afternoon, scolding and reprimanding him for being such a naughty boy. It excites him; picturing the way your nose scrunches up every time he says anything mildly distasteful, how your eyes widened like a deer in the headlights when he came close; close enough to take notice of the way your nipples hardened and peaked through your thin t-shirt. It took everything within him not to take you right then and there.

But best believe he rubbed one off in the porta potty; after locking the door and wasting no time, he was quick to whip his cock out.  It was fucking filthy – the way he had this routine down to a T; spitting a fat glob of saliva into his palm before vigorously fucking his fist, imagining it was actually your pretty pussy he was pummeling into. He doesn’t last long; sighing as he cums with a shudder, dirtying the toilet with his fat load. 

That’s when Eren decided. Fuck Kirstein. One way or another, he was gonna fuck you by the end of this summer.

That night, you’re the last to go to bed. You’re alone in your tent but are fucking miserable. Of all the other tents in the camp, why did yours have to be right next door to Eren’s. You bury your head under the sleeping bag covers, unsuccessfully drowning out the screams from next door.

Fuck you’re so big! 

Fuck me harder, ‘Ren!

Listening to the shrill screeches for the past 10 minutes left you in a pissy, but notably sexually frustrated, mood; silently wishing it was you who was evidently getting their brains fucked out.

“Jesus,” the sound of your boyfriend's voice startles you, he holds open the flap as he makes his way into your tent, “Sounds like someone’s being murdered.”

You open your arms wide, waiting for him to crawl into your embrace, “Here to keep me company?”

He kneels down, scooping you up and cuddling you close in his lap. He was just as big as Eren. Maybe even bigger. But it was different. Warm. Safe. Familiar.

“Go to sleep, love,” he presses a soft kiss to your temple, tucking you into your sleeping bag.

“Not sleepy,” you smile playfully, as you wrap your arms around his neck, straddling his lap as you grind against his now hardening cock. 

“Here?” he groans, digging his fingers into your ass, “Fuck – baby, I-I don’t know about this.”

“Promise I’ll be quiet, daddy” you drawl, pressing your lips to his, and drowning out the moans that he swallows. The both of you know that, that’s a fucking lie to which he grins, allowing you to erotically explore his mouth but the sound of the dirty sex next door is distracting. 

You can almost picture it in your head; heavy balls slapping against the lucky girls’ ass as Eren’s thick cock plunges into her needy cunt. It’s as though he wanted you to hear. Wanted to make you jealous. And it almost works. But Jean, noticing your lack of concentration, pinches your chin, forcibly opens your mouth, before unshakably commanding, “Stick your tongue out. That’s it...That’s my good girl.”

His praises make you wet; And you can’t help but moan as he wraps his lips around the tip of your tongue, nursing it as he would your tit, while his hands quickly make their way into the front of your panties. He pulls away to get a better look as he runs circles around your slickened clit. 

“Fuck,” he curses, “Come here.” 

He wraps his arms around your tummy, instructing you to turn around, and hums in approval when you finally settle your both knees along the sides of his head. He grunts when the bulge in his briefs nudges your chin and that alone is difficult for you to ignore. 

“Wanna eat you out, baby,” he presses light kisses to the outside of your pussy, making you whimper, “Like the sound of that?...Yeah? My good girl wanna ride my tongue?”

You don’t reply, allowing your actions to speak for yourself, pulling his cock free before swallowing his length whole, and it’s not long before his swollen tip hits the back of your throat. Inhale through the nose, you remind yourself as you pull back up, trailing your flat tongue along the veiny backside of his dick, salty precum leaving a slick trail to your pouty lips. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Jean mumbles into your puffy lips. His fat tongue invading your entrance, fucking you fast and curling upward every time it’s inside of you. Your cunt is gushing with your own slick and his warm spit; the lude wet sounds filling up your tent as you take his cock into your mouth once again.

And as almost on cue, you hear Eren’s faint grunts and groans not too far away. 

That’s it. Fuck-..!

You picture Eren ramming the lucky girl from behind, his fingers digging into her hips as he drills his fat cock into her loose cunt.

My cock that good, baby? Huh?

“So good,” you unintentionally answer, whining loud enough for Eren to hear. You hump Jean’s face, digging your hands into his thighs as he pushes a second finger into you, all while his thumb and tongue take turns flicking your clit.

What was that? Can’t hear you. You hear Eren breathily chuckle.

So fucking good ‘Ren! You’re cock’s fucking good! The woman in his tent shrieks. You dig your toes into the ground, mentally cursing him because you know he can hear you.

Gonna come for me? Yeah? You close? Eren grunts, with each plunge eliciting a loud slap every time his hips meet the woman’s cunt.

Suddenly, Jean flips you over, kneeling over you as he takes off his shirt, his muscles flexing as he grabs your thighs and tugs you close. Before you can complain, his fingers are quick to find their place inside of you once again. He leans down, wrapping his entire mouth around your cunt, before sucking at your clit loudly. He knew what Eren was doing but he wanted to make sure the man in the other tent knew exactly what he was missing out on; No cunt was as sweet as yours and no amount of pussy would be able to make up for his loss. 

“J-Jean-..!” You squirm, gripping the thin sheets of the sleeping bag. He presses his large hand into your lower belly, holding down firmly to keep your hips from rising off the ground. You were so close. 

He adds a third finger and it enters you with ease. The way your walls clench around him makes him groan, his voice vibrating along his tongue and against your clit as he continues to ravage you from the inside out. As his fingers plunge in and out, you can’t help but notice his pinky teasing the puckered hole of your ass, dipping back into your cunt every so often to lubricate its tip. The sensation alone is enough to make you shiver and the sounds of Eren’s rough fucking brings you even closer to your high.

Cum for me, that’s it. Squeeze my cock - just like that, babygirl.

Jean reaches down to squeeze his own cock, vigorously pumping up and down its slippery length, just as excited as you are by what the both of you are overhearing. You watch him through heavy eyelids, as he strokes himself to the same rhythm that he is using to fuck you with his fingers and tongue. The sight of your boyfriend getting off to Eren’s demanding commands and your own desperate mewls, makes you quiver. It was too much.

Fuck ‘Ren! The girl screams.

Clearly close to achieving his own release, Eren’s desperate chants echo through the woods, Cum, cum, cum-...!

Your body tenses up, reiterating his command, “G-Gonna cum-...!”

And all three of you meet your high. You tremble as you cum against Jean’s mouth; your cunt leaking past his lips as he does his best to lap up every last drop of your slick. As he does this, Jean sighs, shuddering as spills his seed all over the ground. 

Your boyfriend is apologetic as he cleans the both of you up and does his best to get rid of his mess on the floor. You watch sleepily from the warmth of your sleeping bag as Jean, like the wonderful boyfriend he is, tidies up your messy tent before crawling behind you, spooning your back, and pulling your smaller frame to his. Your eyelids fail to keep open, as everything slowly fades out. The last thing you remember is feeling him press a gentle kiss to your temple and then everything fades to black.

When you awake, it’s still dark outside but you notice that your tent is empty.  Jean must have left your tent to return to his and much to your satisfaction, you notice that it has finally gone quiet next door. You sigh, feeling the tight pressure in your bladder. Reaching into the dark, you grab your phone; it was 2:03 AM. There was no way anyone would be awake at this hour and you were too scared to walk all the way over to the bathrooms. The counselor tents were separated from the camper’s tents and knowing that you’d be quick, you weren’t too worried about being caught.

Your sleeping bag ruffles when you kick it off with your legs and crawl over to the exit. When you unzip the flaps, you brush the hair from your face as you stand to your feet and exit the tent. The wind is cold and nips at your bare skin, eliciting goosebumps to rise along your arms. You make your way over to the side of the tent but are startled when you hear the crunch of someone else’s steps behind you.

“Jean?” You quickly twirl around but are immediately taken aback when your eyes lock eyes with dark green one’s. 

You stand silently; Neither one of you speaking a word, chests heaving as the heavy tension builds. Your tongue darts out, wetting your dry lips, as you unashamedly let your eyes wander – he’s shirtless, standing before you in nothing but his dark gray briefs. The sight alone is enough to make your cunt twitch, readying itself for a possible round two.

“E-Eren,” you shudder under his intense gaze, “You scared me. I–…I thought you were Jean.”

“Didn’t mean to disappoint you, sweetheart.” His eyes darken at the mention of your boyfriend but greedily drinks in your appearance, appreciating your lack of clothing.

You recall the intense fucking he gave that woman just a few hours ago.  How you had secretly wished it was you beneath him all that time. You knew he was teasing you and deep down he was actually praying that you’d take the bait; Eavesdrop as he drilled into the woman, who’s name he didn’t even remember, all while fantasizing it was actually you he was drilling his cock into. You don’t know what overcomes you but without breaking eye contact with the man in front of you, you bite your lip; the last drop of hesitation leaving your body as you shudder, and bend down to slide your panties off. 

“...Do you mind?” You release a shaky breath, shocked at the boldness that suddenly overcame you.

Ignoring your remark, he watches, slack mouthed as you release your bladder into the earth. Your eyes never leave his, but you can’t help but notice the large bulge growing in his dark briefs. 

You’re the first to break the tension; Standing up, you pull your panties up with you, before turning to walk away.

“Pervert,” you mutter, feeling triumphant as you turn to hide your nipples that seemed to harden under his gaze.

“Fuck.” He curses.

And before you know it, Eren has your wrist in his strong grasp, turning you back to face him, quickly wrapping an arm around your middle and lifting you up onto his shoulder with ease. The adrenaline coursing through your body makes it difficult to breathe but you are surprised by your choice to not to fight back. He steps back into his tent, not even bothering to zip the flap closed, putting both of you in danger of possibly being seen. 

The uncertainty makes you shiver and you release a heavy breath as your back hits the puffy sleeping bag that smells deeply of him. He groans seeing that your legs immediately part, giving him the perfect view of your clothed cunt, ready for his taking: a gorgeous welcome just for him. Thick fingers delicately glide up the sides of your thighs, tickling your skin in its wake; before settling in the leg holes of your panties. He tugs them down hard, making your ass slide against the ground as your body is pulled closer to him.

“Not too rough–” you prop yourself up on elbows, beginning to protest but are cut off by a heavy breath leaving your lungs as his hand wraps around your breast, squeezing tightly before shoving you back down. You watch through teary eyes as he scoots back, wrapping muscled arms around your thighs, hoisting your lower body up, and then finally burying his face into your awaiting cunt.  

Oh god, ‘Ren, the shrill words unintentionally spill from your mouth followed by a trembling wail.

The taste of you on his tongue is divine; and Eren, who’s been dreaming of this for months, who wastes no time, attacking your clit in quick circles before sliding down to dart quickly in and out of your entrance. He groans, lapping and sucking at your swollen bud, savoring the delicious taste of you. 

“God, you taste so fucking good.”

Eren hadn’t planned on fucking you but with his fingers buried knuckle deep inside of you, he already knew that he was ruined; after he was finished with you tonight, no other cunt would be good enough to satisfy him.

He watches you closely, enjoying the way you twitch every time his tongue rolls against your pulsating clit. Without warning, he pushes a finger into you, occupying his other hand, holding tightly onto your thigh so that your hips wouldn’t escape his hungry mouth. His cock is already hard for the second time that night, the tip weeping and eager to plug you up. 

“God,” he moans, feeling the walls of your slick cunt constrict around his fingers, “You’re so fucking wet. That feel good, baby?” 

“So good, ‘Ren,” you mewl, gripping his sheets, hating that you sounded exactly like the girls who frequented his tent this summer. But you can’t help yourself. You’ve never felt this fucking good. Jean never made you feel this good.

His hot breath fans across your clit as he devilishly watches you squirm from below. He knows exactly what you’re thinking, thumbing your clit and taking turns with his tongue.

“Say I’m better than him.” He rasps, his mouth making a mess on your pussy, “Fucking say it.”

He doesn’t have to speak his name to let you know exactly who he is referring to. You shake your head profusely and to that, he’s quick to pull his fingers out just to make his point.

“No-..!” You unintentionally whine, feeling disappointed when your pussy clenches around absolutely nothing. He smirks, teasingly blowing cool air against your entrance, his face glistening with your juices as he repeats himself, “Say it.”

You begin to cry, feeling guilty as you think of your poor boyfriend. Sleeping soundly while you’re fucking Eren Yeager behind his back. You were such a fucking whore.

“You’re better,” you sniffle, wiping tears from your puffy eyes.

“Than who?” He presses.

When you don’t reply, he shocks you, slapping your pussy hard.

“Than who?”

“J-Jean!” You yelp, crying harder than before. “Fuck you, Eren! You make me feel better than Jean!”

“Yeah, I fucking do,” he chuckles darkly between breathy pants, diving his fingers and face back into your cunt. You instantly feel full and it feels so good. Your little whines slowly begin to fade into noisy pleads, 

So good ‘Ren, fuck me harder — yes, right — fucking—there—!

Eren loves the sound of your voice, especially when you’re screaming his name. You have a deeper effect on him, than he’d rather like to admit. 

“Fuck, this is all your fault,” he groans, pulling away just to spit on your cunt before he’s back and burying his face even deeper. He angles his face, his nose pressing against your clit as his fat tongue stretches your desperate hole. 

“Fuck,” you dig your fingers into his scalp, tugging his hair to bring him even closer, humping his face like a bitch in heat.

 “Gonna cum, ‘Ren — fuck-…!” Your voice raising an octave higher.

He doesn’t let up, fucking you with his tongue and his fingers are a blur – rubbing your clit so fast, so hard —And then…you’re cumming. Your slick sprays everywhere, making a mess on his sleeping bag. He groans when he feels you clench around tongue; which only encourages him more and leaves him desperate to find out how good you’d feel around his cock. You moan out his name as your brain becomes foggy with ecstasy, your trembling thighs instinctively going to wrap around his face, bringing him close to ride out your orgasm.

“All your fucking fault,” he repeats himself, spreading your swollen lips apart, ignoring that it’s still so sensitive to the touch. Eren, wanting to savor this moment, admires the way your cunt pulsates as you’re still coming down from your high. He licks his lips like a starved man, enjoying the sight as he reaches down to push down his underwear. And then suddenly, he’s sitting up, sliding the hem of his briefs down, tucking it under his heavy balls, and giving you a better view of his cock as it springs back to hit his toned belly. The rumors are true; not only does its size surprise you but the fact it was so thick. 

He was gonna fucking break you.

Eren doesn’t even give you a moment to catch your breath, thrusting his hips forward, and burying his cock in your cunt that’s still recovering from your first orgasm. He hasn’t felt this way in a while; digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, doing his best not to cum early and empty his fat load inside of you. He grunts, struggling to hold himself together — cause every time your pussy swallows his cock whole, it makes him feel like a fucking virgin all over again. 

“Fuck, Princess,” He gets on his knees, lifting your hips up, allowing him to drill his cock deeper — using your cunt as his own personal flesh light. “This pussy feels so good — best I’ve ever had.”

“Eren,” you cry, throwing your head back, feeling your stomach tighten. It was overwhelming; tears running down your cheeks because it was so fucking sensitive – his cock ramming into your cunt, stretching it and filling it up until his wet tip was kissing your cervix. “T-too much—..! Please I-I’m gonna—…!”

“You’ll take what I fucking give you,” he tugs your tank top down, revealing your bare breasts. Eren loves your tits; daydreamed about them, would’ve given anything to have a taste and here he was — had you before him ripe for the taking. He gives them a hard squeeze before leaning down and taking them into his mouth; licking, sucking, nipping — anything to make you scream his name again. 

“Think your boyfriend can hear us?” He sneers up at you, reaching down to play with your overstimulated clit — he’s already decided that you were gonna give him another orgasm. “What do you think he’d say, huh? Seeing his pretty girl begging for my cock like a fucking slut.”

No.

“Why don’t I leave a little present for him, hm?” His hips are relentless and at this point your cunt has been fucked raw; feels so good that it hurts. “Fuck! Gonna cum soon, Princess—…!”

No, no, no—!

“‘Ren?” Your voice is shrill and filled with panic, immediately understanding what he means, “Y-You’re gonna pull out, right?”

Your knees are shoved up into your face as his pace becomes sloppy. Sweat drips down, making the both of you feel sticky. 

“Right, ‘Ren?” You cry out, feeling so good, but you needed his confirmation. 

“God—Fuck—…! I’m gonna—…!” 

And then he’s cumming. Shooting his hot load into you; your pussy quivering around his cock, totally overstimulated, as he rides out his high. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” Eren groans, his body slumping against yours as his hips grind against yours, making sure your womb milked him of every last drop. You do your best to catch your breath, your throat raw from all the screaming.

The night is silent; so silent that even the wind was still. You throw an arm over your face, hiding the tears that began pooling in your eyes. You’d be shocked if Jean didn’t hear you.

Little did you know, just outside of Eren’s tent, your boyfriend, in fact, did hear you. Jean shudders, biting down onto the hem of his shirt, careful not to make any noise – grasping onto the nearby tree for support as he continues to fuck his cum soaked fist, just coming down from his own high. He releases tiny gasps, abs rippling as he clenches his ass, his load dripping down and painting the dirt ground white. He heard every single fucking thing. 

And the wildest thing? He fucking enjoyed it.

It’s been a day since your encounter with Eren. You’re a little afraid that he’ll tell Jean but something about your shared secret turns you on. It’s the shoulder bumps to which he claims, Sorry, my bad, was an accident – when you really know it wasn’t; Or the not so subtle longing looks he gives you as he watches you from across the cafeteria during dinner time. It’s those little moments that get your adrenaline pumping, making it harder to forget the night he dragged you to his tent.

It was night time now and all the campers had long gone to bed. Eren, Jean and you had been assigned to cafeteria duty; stuck cleaning the kitchens after dinner. But the three of you had completed the task a while ago. Instead of heading straight to be, afraid of what Eren might say to Jean, you stuck around; listening to the men exchange the ghost stories and urban legends that surrounded the camp. You originally thought it was all fun and games until Eren, thinking it would be funny to scare you -- decided to be a fucking asshole; jumping you in the walk-in cabinet as you were putting the dried dishes away. Jean, however, was not amused.

“Scared of the boogie man, Kirstein?” Eren props his dirty doc martens on the table, throwing his head back and releasing a puff of smoke into the air. “Gonna wet your pants?” 

“Shut the fuck up, Yeager. Can’t you take a fucking hint and see that she’s scared?”

For once you think you see a flash of regret in Eren's eyes, but it’s quickly replaced with amusement. He doesn’t reply, continuing to smoke his bud. Inhale. Exhale.

He puts the last of his roll out on the table, it’s remnants sizzling out with a quick twist of his fingers, “Don’t be such a fucking pussy. You’re scaring her more than I am.”

“You’re such a fucking prick.” Jean stands up and is suddenly up in Eren’s face. He has the other man’s shirt bunched up in a fist, looking like he’s ready to throw the first punch. 

“Ever since we got here, you’ve been getting on my fucking nerves, Yeager. Can’t seem to keep your goddamn eyes off my girl - and don’t act like you haven’t. I’ve seen you.” Jean sneers, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. He thinks you don’t hear him, but you do. 

“Jean,” you say his name warily, knowing exactly what you’re walking into. You should feel guilty. But tell me why, you ask yourself, why the fuck were you turned on by their anger.

“Did you get hard after you saw her at the lake?” Jean shakes his collar roughly for good measure, “Got bricked up after seeing her pretty tits, huh?” 

Eren smirks as if he knew something that Jean didn’t. And you know exactly why. He did know something that your boyfriend didn’t. Don’t tell him, you feel as though you should be telling yourself that. But a part of you wants Eren to go ahead and tattle, tell and let your boyfriend know what the two of you did. 

And much to your concealed delight, Jean doesn’t stop.

“Too bad you can’t touch her, huh? Yeah, not like I fucking can. Bet you couldn’t help yourself - probably ran back to your tent like a little bitch to jack off-..!”

Eren’s knuckles smash into Jean’s face with a bone chilling crunch. He’s quick to tackle the brunette to the ground, the chair clanging to the side as he climbs atop, gaining absolute control of the situation.

“You’re right, Kiersten. I did rub one off the other day and let me tell you,” he runs his tongue along the trickle of red along Jean’s cheek, “Thinking of her made it all the more delicious.”

Eren’s fists let up, allowing Jean to turn his head to the side, spitting out blood between kissed teeth. 

“You’re fucking sick, Yeager.”

This makes Eren laugh.

“You’re one to talk. Maybe…Maybe, if you fucked her right,” his voice darkens, “She wouldn’t have come begging for my cock last night.” 

Eren leans down, his golden chain dancing tauntingly in front of Jean’s bloodied face. “Wanna know what we did?” 

“Eren, stop.” You hiss.

He looks at you, grinning before turning back to your boyfriend. Wanna tell him or should I? — his gaze speaks for itself.

“While you were asleep, — can you guess what we did, Jeany-boy? Huh?” He digs his elbow against his chest, leans forward, and brings his voice down to a sinister whisper, “Fucked her real good – so hard, she begged for seconds.”

Jean grinds his teeth, his breath coming out in seething heaves as he tries to shove the other man off. But Eren is stronger. He keeps Jean in place without much effort. 

Eren chuckles. “She let me cum in her too. Isn’t she so generous?”

Jean doesn’t answer.

“And that's just the cherry on top! Let me tell you...such a loyal girlfriend you’ve got, Kiersten. You should be proud of her — she actually thought it was you.” He sneers, almost in a jeering manner, “Imagine the surprise on her face when she turned around to see it was Eren Yaeger…but that didn’t really stop her, now did it?”

You take a few staggering steps forward. It feels like you’re having an out of body experience but it’s when Eren whips his head to look you directly in the eye. The look alone speaks for itself. Don’t fucking move.

You freeze and don’t even attempt to argue cause it was all fucking true.

“Oh,” Eren sighs before, turning his head back, giving a few condescending slaps to the side of your boyfriend's face, “And Jean…should you really be the one calling me sick? Why don’t you tell her what you did, hm?”

Jean spits a wad of blood and saliva into his face - but your boyfriend’s tormented reaction only makes Eren grin wider. 

“Shall we talk about the way you purposefully let me fuck her or how you hid like a fucking pussy – not only watching us like a fucking perv but jacked off to us too. Tell me, boyfriend, who’s the fucking sicko now?”

You wait. Wait for Jean to deny but he turns away, his silence speaking louder than words.

“Should I fuck her again?” Eren taunts, reaching down to palm Jean’s dick, only to humiliate him more when he finds that he’s hard, “Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you.”

You whimper, sinking down to your knees before slowly crawling over to the both of them. You should feel guilty but the change in atmosphere made you feel something completely different.

“Why don’t we ask the lady of the hour?” He pinches Jean’s face, jerking it to the side to look at you. “She look guilty to you?” 

Jean whimpers. Whimpers.

“Bet she’s wet as fuck right now,”  Eren snickers. And he was right. If you weren’t soaked through your panties, surely you were now.

He stands up, shoving your boyfriend to the ground as he walks over to you until his cock is at eye level. He caresses your face, tilting your head up to look at him with the tip of his finger.

“Why don’t we show him, hm?” Eren says softly, his eyes never leaving yours. Slowly, he makes his way around you, sliding his long legs on either side of your body, your back hitting his broad chest before pulling you completely onto his lap. You whimper, immediately feeling how hard he is. His hands instinctively find their way to your breasts, groping them until your nipples are hard enough to be poking through your shirt. Eren grabs the left side of your face, tilting it to the side allowing him access to your neck, pressing wet open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin. He smirks, feeling you shiver and chuckles when he sees your boyfriend, sit up, entranced at the sight of him having his way with you.

“Jesus fuck, you getting hard, Kirstein?” Eren chuckles, slipping a hand into your shorts, hand quickly finding your clit. “Fuck, she’s so wet – you turned on by this too, sweetheart?”

You moan, digging your heels into the ground as Eren rubs faster. 

Slowly, Jean crawls over on all fours, wanting to get a better look. As he approaches, your legs immediately widen, letting your boyfriend know that he was more than welcomed to do more than watch. He hesitates before reaching for your shorts, hooking a finger in your panties as well – tugging them down, his fingers tickling your skin as he pulls the clothing off your legs. 

Eren takes advantage of the moment, bringing both hands to your cunt, his muscular arms pressing against your tits, making it hard to breathe as he spreads your pussy lips wide, stretching your hole so Jean could get a good look.

And without another word, Jean leans forward, burying his face between your thighs; his tongue slipping right past Eren’s fingers and into your awaiting cunt. 

Eren filled with jealousy at the sight, is impatient as fuck, not wanting to wait for his turn – shedding his pants, he shoves your face down, the back of your head hitting the ground as he crawls over you, his heavy cock slapping your cheek as he meets Jean half-way. And without any warning, he aligns the tip with your lips before pushing himself all the way inside. He’s so big that you gag, fucking your face without any mercy, and its not long before his hips find the perfect rhythm – his balls slapping against your face as his tip kisses the back of your throat, no doubt bulging in your neck after every thrust. You knew that he was big but you struggle to not to tear up every time he sheathes himself entirely within you; his massive size makes it hard to breathe. Your body spasms; the need for oxygen and the feeling of the two men eating you out, leaves you feeling delirious.

“Told you she’d fucking like it,” Eren groans, he spits on your clit before flicking it back and forth at the same pace he’s fucking your face.

Jean responds by shoving his fat tongue into your opening, purposefully making the wet muscle wide in order to split you wide open. He scoops his hands under your ass, digging them into your flesh so that he could lift you up, raising your hips to better meet him and Eren. 

“She’s gonna cum,” your boyfriend moans, “I can fucking feel it – she’s clenching ‘round me so hard.”

“You gonna cum, baby?” Eren asks through breathy pants, his tongue not letting up its assault, “You’re the dirtiest of us all, aren’t you? So fucking greedy, getting off on the both of us making out with your pussy.”

“Yeah, she is,” Jean urges, his middle finger rimming your puckered ass, “Didn’t know my girlfriend was such a fucking whore.”

“Fuck, she’s so close,” Eren uses his fingers to spread your puffy lips apart, shoving his cock back down your throat, grinding down on your face before pulling back up, “Why don’t you stop being such a fucking pussy and actually fuck your girlfriend, Kirstein – like you fuckin’ mean it this time, yeah?”

Jean gets to his knees, freeing his hard cock from his pants, before sinking into you. Your slit wraps around his fat girth, sucking him in deep. Your body shakes, instantly feeling stuffed all while Eren continues to slurp at your swollen clit.

All of it is too much; Eren fucking your throat – Jean stuffing you full of cock. You were gonna lose your fucking mind.

“You gonna cum, Kirstein?” Eren taunts.

“Shut the fuck up,” Jean groans, focusing on the feeling of being swallowed up. 

“You’re close aren’t you?” He angles his hips slightly, directing his teasing towards you, “Tell him how much you want it, sweetheart – how much of a fucking cumslut you are.”

“Please,” you whine, dragging scratches down Eren’s back.

“Please…what?”

You scream in frustration. How infuriating. 

“Please...fuck-..! Fill me up, daddy – need it so much–...!”

Your boyfriend’s pace increases, encouraged by your desperate pleads, pumping in and out of you vigorously, his hips racking against your own sloppily as he chases his own release; 'Til he’s groaning, jutting into you at a slower pace as fulfills your request, filling you up – and Eren right in tow, white streams spurting out their slippery tips, filling both of your holes, coating your messy walls white.

And it's at that moment when he empties his load deep inside – you cum hard; squirting all over Jean’s cock, the splash back hitting Eren’s face as he continues to lap at your overstimulated clit.

“S-Stop–please, stop,” you cry, doing your best to shove both of them off, “It’ t-too much – ohmygod fuck, its too muuuuch…!”

Despite your protests, Eren smiles, pressing light kisses against your sensitive sex all while Jean lazily thumbs your ass. The two men had one thing in common and that was making a goddamn mess out of you.

Maybe…Just maybe, Jean wouldn't mind sharing you after all. 

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Pale Moonlight

After your grandfather Atera passes you decide to move in with your grandmother. Since this is your gap year after graduating, you get to decide what you want next, assuming this is a great opportunity. Moving to one of your home reserves you're ready to start your new life. When you finally come back after being distanced for so long secrets and mysteries of the reserve start to unravel.

Paul Lahote x Reader

Chapter 6: Discovery

Finally back with a new chapter! Which is probably surprising lol since I took a long break. But I do have more chapters in store. I want this story to be focused on not only being Paul's imprint, but also into the life of the reserve, the characters stories. But other than that enjoy! I know we're in a drought for Paul lahote content. I’ll also be uploading imagines and other Wolfpack content in the future 🫶

Chapters

1. Homecoming

2. Emissary’s

3. Connection

4. Prey

5. Awakening

6. Discovery

As the next morning came I tried to stay in my bed for as long as I could. My eyes eventually fluttered open, my bones felt weary, throat dry and parched.

I wasn’t so sure I wanted to get out of my bed. Not after everything I experienced yesterday. Thinking of all I have to face it made me stuck to my bed.

It’s still hard for me to digest everything. How am I supposed to live knowing what’s truly out there? What type of life awaits me for me?

Vampires are real and one had attacked me. Until Paul Lahote, a man I barely know, was the one to rescue me. All in the form of this huge vicious grey wolf.

Learning about Paul’s true nature, including the others, about how they’re all ‘shifters’. It all made me feel crazy. I wasn’t sure how to react to their explanation. What made me feel crazy was that I somehow understood everything.

Living with my grandparents in the summer and visits in between I learned a lot. Many stories live in my head because of me simply listening to my grandfather.

He wasn’t the type to sit us kids down. Just a few times in the winter for story time if we were lucky. Other than that you’d have to catch him at the right moment.

He’d tell them randomly, while we drank tea, or went for a car drive, even just sitting quiet at home. It all depended on what mood my grandfather was in.

I always believed him even when his stories seemed ridiculous. Our people, indigenous people as a whole, we have certain ways.

Somethings that are even mysterious to us. Stories of folk tales and local creatures were common to hear and know about.

It’s a totally different experiencing said stories in real life. It was easier to think of them as just stories. But now I know that there is truth to such stories. It all made life feel surreal for me.

Eventually I crawled out of bed once the questions in my head started to eat me up. I needed answers, explanations, anything to help me understand. I knew there was only one person that could help me.

My grandmother was up and waiting for me downstairs. I could sense her as I got my self ready. The air was filled with tension and uneasiness.

“My girl” She exclaimed as I came down the stairs. I gave a weak smile before we headed to the couch. Sitting down beside her she squeezed my hand comforting me.

“How did you rest? Are you feeling okay?” My grandmother fussed over me as she brushed the hair away from my face. I smiled and cupped her hand softly.

“I rested well enough. How are you holding up?”

“Oh my girl… I couldn’t help but worry over you. I know you must be going through a lot right now… Thinking a lot… Here have something to eat first. Get your strength back”

With the food ready she and I ate our breakfast. I somehow felt at peace once we began to eat in silence. For this brief moment it felt as if nothing had changed. All I focused on was my grandmother and this moment. Bracing myself for what I know I have to face eventually.

Once we had finished and cleaned up we sat back onto the couch. My grandmother had stepped into her room. Before she came back out carrying a small cedar box.

“What is that?” I asked once she sat down with me. She smiled at me softly before she opened the box. It had initials and some florals carved into the box. Once opened there were small carved trinkets and pictures.

“Your grandfather made me this box. Originally it was meant for jewellery. When he’d go hunting he’d carve me pieces of jewellery made from antlers and bone. Necklaces, rings, earrings, all hand made by him. Little tokens of love and affection. He carved this box for me to keep everything in it. Over the years I kept our memories together in this box”

She skimmed through her stacks of pictures. Old pictures of her and my grandfather as a young couple. Their friends and events they attended. She pulled out a set of pictures for me to look at.

“This was around the time your grandfather shifted. He had just turned 17 before a stray vampire began to lurk around the reserve. It made him and his fellow pack members shift. All of them were only 16-18 at the time”

“Pack members?”

“…What exactly did Sam and his friends tell you?”

She paused to look at me after questioning me. I stopped looking at the pictures to focus. Trying to remember what I was told.

“Well… I know everyone besides Kim and Emily is a wolf. I—I mean shifter, that they take on their spiritual forms, which is the shape of the wolf… right?”

“Yes they’re called shifters. For you to understand I need to explain some things”

My grandmother looked at me eager to know my decision. I could see she was nervous as I was. But I trusted her to know that she’ll be honest and explain everything I don’t understand. I nodded my head in agreement before she started.

“Long ago Taha Aki and our ancestors were blessed with their nature from our relatives the wolves. Fierce spiritual warriors stronger than any force. As a means to protect and guide our tribe. Only certain men in the tribe are blessed with this gift. It’s a lifestyle few can walk”

She handed me a picture of a huge dark grey wolf. Almost as if his fur was black on the top. Looking at the handwriting on the photo inscribed was my grandfathers name.

“They had dealt with the colonizers easily enough. It’s why despite our small tribe we always kept our territory despite many enemy attempts to take it. When our people first came across the cold blooded vampires it changed everything. We had never come across such a threat. Whole villages would be slaughtered in a matter of a few hours at the hands of a few vampires. They looked human but quickly our shifters knew they were unnatural”

I felt my own blood run cold. Terrified at the thought of vampires. My throat felt as if it was slowly closing as I remembered Victoria. How fast she was and how close I was to death.

“When the first shifters killed them they ripped them to pieces. Our warriors decided to collect all the pieces to place together. To inspect and see the vampire up close. Everyone in the village had gathered to come take a look at the beast. It laid there stiff, it’s insides grey and solid, the skin reflected like gemstones. Everyone was amazed our warriors killed such a powerful creature. All until the limbs started to move, quickly the body squirmed to join back together, some pieces did and tried to fight back once more. Pale and cold because they’re undead, immortal, their bodies are made of stone”

I gasped shocked at what I was hearing. It made me think of how Victoria’s skin felt. Like cold sandpaper but solid and hard. There was no softness in her icy grip. Even when Paul bit down onto Victoria I could hear crumbling and cracking. I almost thought she was a porcelain doll with how awful the cracking sounded.

“Quickly the body was tossed and burnt in the fire. All until nothing but ash was left. Burning them is the only way to truly kill a vampire. Our shifters are the only force powerful enough to defeat them. This has been their duty for centuries. Our true protectors and guides of the Quileute tribe”

I sat quiet dumbfounded at what was being told to me. My grandmother just patiently waited and observed my reaction. My mouth was agape from shock and surprise. I wasn’t quite sure what to say but I knew I had questions

“Wow… I… I somehow understand… But I still have a few questions if that’s alright”

“I understand my girl. But you need to know what a heavy responsibility it is to be a shifter. It takes great discipline and dedication. It’s a delicate balance between spiritual and physical nature. If you aren’t balanced it can be volatile. It can be a difficult process harnessing their true nature. There are some aspects you can’t control”

“…Such as imprinting right?” I asked which made her whip her head at me taken aback. Even I sat up straight nervous. I could tell it caught her off guard as she coughed.

“Grandma … I don’t fully know what an imprint is. I didn’t get to fully ask either because I was too shocked and upset. I understand somewhat about how shifting works… All I know is this imprinting with Paul involves me. That’s what they told me from what I remember. I… I just don’t know how I fit into all this. I’m not a shifter or anything magical as far as I know. Or am I? Is this what you're struggling to tell me?”

“No no you’re not a shifter my girl” She said slightly giggling at me. At this point I had too many questions. But I really wanted to know what an imprint is. Since I know this connects me to Paul somehow. What role do I play in all of this? Grandma sighed before she recollected herself.

“Well… Even for me it’s difficult to explain. An imprint connection really depends on the people in the connection. You see when the colonizers came, they took almost everything from us, you know? Genocide, Residential schools, day school, all of it took a toll on our people. It was a struggle to even carry our traditions so most of our teachings about shifters, their nature, what we knew was lost. It’s been about 3 generations since your grandfathers time and since we last had shifters amongst us”

She explained as I sighed defeated. Slowly sinking into my seat. My grandmother rubbed my back in comfort. Before she started to explain once more.

“Over the years we’ve gathered what info we do know about shifters. Some of the teachings have been coming back. All we understand is it’s a lifelong bond. That only happens once a lifetime between a shifter and their imprint. It’s a strong spiritual bond that links two for life. Some even believe it lasts beyond life”

I sat silent for a moment to think. It made me rethink of Paul’s words before I left. His brief explanation to me of what an imprint is.

I remember the look on his face, a frown filled his face with eyes that were sad, one of the reasons I wanted to leave so quickly. I caused a lot of trouble for not only him but for everyone.

“... Y’know…That’s all Paul really said to me before I left… Now that I think about it. I didn’t really understand what he meant at the time. But he said that we— that I can choose what we mean? I’m guessing he meant this imprint connection”

She had grabbed my hand and held it close to her. I sat worried until she gave me a warm smile. There was a short pause before she sighed

“My girl… As much as I want to sit here and explain everything to you. I think it’s best you just talk to Paul”

I felt uncomfortable as soon as she suggested such. I didn’t quite know how to face Paul. I had hardly knew him before all of this. Now I’m suddenly inter-soul-twined with him? It didn’t help he was quite upset about all of this.

“Grandma—“

“Remember I’m an imprint myself. When your grandfather imprinted on me he made sure I understood right away. He just wouldn’t have it either way”

“You were also the one to say you and grandpa got married quickly. Is it because he imprinted on you that you guys got hitched?”

Her face had flushed red it was the first time I’ve ever seen her get flustered. I felt I should’ve bitten my tongue to stop myself. But it was too late the words were spoken.

“Y\n”

“I’m sorry! But I’m just worried. I still don’t fully understand what any of this imprint business has to do with me and Paul. Does this mean I have to get hitched with Paul right away? Like you and grandpa? Except I have to with some stranger I don’t know?—“

“—This is why I’m suggesting you talk to Paul. Imprint connections vary for me and your grandfather it was different. Yes we got married but it was because we loved and eventually understood one another. Not just because of this imprint connection. Y’know we have other imprints on the rez here. They’re great examples of how different imprints can be”

I only knew Sam and Emily were imprints so far. But them too are basically married, already engaged, despite being in their early 20’s. All I knew from Kim was they’ve been together for awhile. Leah didn’t really like Sam from what I understood.

“Like Sam and Emily? But they’re engaged as well”

“Yes but there are others. Quill has his own imprint also you know”

Hearing the words come out of my grandmothers mouth shocked me. This whole time I’ve been home Quill hadn’t bothered to bring up his imprint? Much less let me meet her?

“What? Quill?”

“Yes Quill has his own imprint. I bring it up because his relationship to her is different from that of Sam and Emily, and also me and your grandfathers. Claire young is her name, and she’s only 4, she’s the niece of your friend Emily” Hearing so surprised me and I could feel it express on my face. My grandmother scolded me as I felt myself cringe. I couldn’t help it since it shocked me to know this about Quill.

“They aren’t together y\n but they are imprints. Quill has since taken her in almost as his own daughter. With the approval of her parents of course. They know about all of this also. It was understood that the two needed to be together and Quill decided he would become whatever Claire needed. He’ll become a friend, a brother, a father, whatever Claire needs. For now he serves her as a older brother\father figure”

“… And you said before this is something sacred right?”

“Yes my girl and no one gets to choose their imprint. In the old days we understood imprinting and it’s nature to be more connected to the wolves. Rather than our human nature. It’s why our people never fully questioned it. Wolves bond for life it’s just in their nature. When our ancestors were blessed with the gift of shifting we understood imprinting was one of the gifts that came with it. Instead of questioning we adapted, it’s why it’s important for the imprints, to define the connection between them. Otherwise your connection can falter and be fatal”

“Wait—fatal?” Before she could answer me someone had knocked on the door just then. Interrupting and startling the two of us. Both of us were heavily into our conversation we hardly realized someone was here.

I got up and walked to the door quickly. Opening the door there stood Quill. A solemn look to his face. I was surprised to see him standing here. Usually he texts or calls me to make sure I’m home.

“Hey Y\N”

“Hey…”

“Is that Quill?” Our grandmother asked me, I stood aside to let him in, stepping in he greeted her. She rose from where she sat and came over to us. I wasn’t quite sure how to react to Quill’s sudden appearance.

“I’m glad you stopped by so soon Quill to check on y/n. Me and y\n were just finished visiting. I’m sure you and her have a lot to talk about. So I’ll leave you two as I’ll be heading over to Sue Clearwater’s… I need to thank her for helping you last night”

“Oh— Grandma I’ll come with you I want to thank her too” I said trying to grab my shoes to leave. She shook her head and held my hands. Stopping me from grabbing them.

“My girl it’s okay you stay here and visit with Quill. Let your cousin explain what I can’t. You need all the help you can get”

She assured me, eventually she made her exit, leaving me and Quill alone. Honestly I felt as if my grandma was glad for Quill to step in somehow. After settling in our spots at the porch table outside Quill began to speak.

“Well jeez… I don’t really know where to start… First of all how are you?”

“Me?…I’m not even sure… I feel I’m stuck in shock if we're being honest” This comment earned me a smile from Quill. Who was busy examining my neck and throat area carefully. I opened up my shirt collar to fully show him. I was still feeling tender and sore but there wasn't much redness anymore.

“Sorry I just have to see… When I seen you not moving on Emily's bed I was panicked…I'm just really sorry this happened to you—”

“Quill look I know you're feeling a bit guilty about all of this but it isn't your fault. I’m not severely damaged or anything. I'm fine infact I'm grateful to be alive. How many people can say they were attacked by a vampire and lived?” I attempted to comfort Quill who I could tell was feeling bad. He sighed and shifted in his seat.

“I’m really glad to hear that. Yeah… You’re right I don’t see much scars that’ll be left on you… So that’s good. Honestly… But look y/n… I'm sure you have a lot of questions… Right? About all of this and how you fit into it. I'm here not only to check on you but also uhh… In better terms inform you. So any questions you wanted answered I can help you with”

“Really?”

“Yes really all of us know how it is when you first learn about all… of this. It's confusing and hard. Doesn't make it easier on you since you were attacked” I nodded silently in agreement. Feeling assured by having Quill here to support me. As I sat I thought of what questions I wanted to ask.

“I just wanted to be the first to tell you of how much support you can rely on. In truth I’m so glad you finally know about this. It was a struggle for me not to say anything to you. But I want you to know you can depend on me for anything”

“Really? You were going to tell me before I was attacked?”

“Yes of course and all of us here who know about it. We just wanted to ease you into this life but shit happened so fast. But good thing is you finally know. We all support each other here and now you’re one of us. You’ll learn who all knows eventually” Quill said earnestly which even I could feel he was being honest. It was a true comfort to hear that from him.

“Thanks Quill. I appreciate it truly, y’know at first of course this was all scary, but since I woke up I somehow feel better about all of this. The more I listen and understand anyway”

“Really? I’m glad to hear that. Of course I don’t want you to be shy to ask anything. But I don’t wanna push your limits and overwhelm you y’know? Do you think you can handle it all?” He sat awaiting for my answer. I nodded and took a deep breath in as an attempt to calm my nerves.

“So shoot your shot and I'll do my best to answer”

“Okay… Can we talk about when you first shifted?” Quill sat for a moment thinking back. He opened his mouth to speak but paused once more. I could tell he was nervous about all this also.

“Ok well… I shifted a bit after grandpa died, sometime after Jake and Embry, it was crazy y\n. I was younger back then. I thought I was going through some crazy growth spurt. I was constantly angry or on edge. It wasn’t until Sam approached me along with the boys. Once they told me about everything…I just… I just tried to survive. Y’know? Its been crazy to adjust to. But all in all it isn’t hard to maintain. It’s definitely a different lifestyle I thought I’d live”

“Yeah that I can understand. But can I ask what about your imprint? Grandma was telling me about some little girl named Claire? What’s that all about”

“You heard about Claire?” Quill asked as he started to sweat. I could tell he was becoming more nervous. I nodded yes and awaited for an answer.

“You understand how imprints work right? I—I’m sure grandma told you by now”

“She did and I somewhat understand. Not as fully as I’d like to since everyone keeps telling me I define it? I don’t know to be honest. I’m just curious on what you and Claire’s connection is like. If you don’t mind me asking”

“Well… All I can say that part is true, about defining it, me and Claire for example. I don’t know if you know but she’s only four. For her… She views me as an older brother. And that I will be since it’s what she decided. That’s something I’m fine with, with our bond it’s sacred, and I’m blessed to be chosen as her sworn protecter. And in a way she’s also my own protector” After hearing Quill’s words it made me feel reassured somehow. Realizing despite this divine connection both can still have a decision on the matter. Maybe Paul really was my own sworn protector. It could even be that I’m Paul’s protector. Who fully knows?

“… How do you feel about being Paul's imprint?” Quill asked me and I felt my stomach rise. Not that I was feeling scared but I felt more nervous than anything. I wasn’t even sure what to say to Quill. Although I liked and respected him I don’t know who he is fully.

“I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel. I hardly know Paul and suddenly we're… we're… I don't even know yet…” We sat in silence for a moment before Quill patted my back again. Although I was struggling it was a comfort to know I have Quill with me.

“There's a lot you still need to learn about. But you don't have to figure out all of it today. Just take your time we all figured you'll be resting for the next couple of days”

“By we do you mean Paul, Sam, and the others?”

“Yeah… We're all pretty close… Soon you will be too” Quill said assuring me. Talking with him was making me remember how I was back at Emily’s house. Since I was so stressed I reacted pretty harshly to them all. I felt betrayed somehow and scorned. After the smoke cleared I feel I shouldn’t have behaved that way. I wasn’t sure how to face any of them again.

Paul crossed my mind as well, I wished to know what he feels about all of this, how he views this connection. Remembering how he saved me from a worser fate. If we are truly bonded then how do we move forward?

“Quill… From what I remember you guys are mindlinked right? Or is it interlinked?” I asked him and he smiled. “You can call it a mind link yes” he sort of laughed before correcting me.

“Well.. either way… can I ask something?”

“Anything”

“Do you know how Paul feels about this?” This made Quill straighten his posture, feeling he was nervous again, he sat quiet for a moment. Almost as if he was deep in thought. I wondered how their mindlink was for them to experience.

“I know a little a bit about the mind link. You guys can understand each other in the pack… right? Or maybe you can explain it to me”

“Well… Yeah… it's hard to explain. I don't know what Paul thinks exactly including the others. But I can feel everyone’s emotion in the moment if that makes sense. If I tap in now I’ll know what he’s feeling but not what he’s thinking of or seeing specifically. An example is I can sense he’s angry but I won’t know what’s making him angry unless I ask. —Not saying he is angry right now! I’m just saying as an example. Just to be clear ok?"

“Oh? Oh okay…”

“The only one who can send ‘messages’ at any moment is the alpha. Our leader who is currently Sam. He can send and cross the boundaries in our mind at any given point. It’s like a huge group chat when we're wolves though. We can hear every thought from each other wether we like it or not. This is to help coordinate us but most of the time we’re all pissing each other off"

“Really?… That's actually really cool” I said smiling at him. Quill finally relaxed after explaining everything. Looking relieved and proud of how I was handling everything. Quill paused for a moment before scratching his head. Closing his eyes to breath in and out. He was deep in thought before he sat up to speak.

“From what I can pick up and understand is Paul feels… Worried”

“Worried? About what?” I asked and somehow this made Quill laugh. Confused I raised a brow at him. He shifted in his seat realizing his behavior.

“More like what aren’t we worried about. Look y/n we're dealing with the vampires, Victoria, the cullen family, Bella and Jacob their whole mess, shit just straight up surviving. Next is your sudden attack—”

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. As if all the nerves in my body were being alerted. Looking around I didn’t realize Quill stopped mid sentence. He too could sense someone coming. Suddenly a truck revved in the approach.

It was a huge black truck, I hadn’t seen it before, even if I did I wouldn’t recognize who owned it. It wasn’t long before they parked. Out from the drivers door stood Paul his self.

Looking at my phone I realized I had missed a 2 texts from him. One asking if I was up, and another that he was on his way, I hadn’t checked my phone all morning. Paul looked so big, he was almost taller than his truck, seeing him come closer I felt my heart race. I didn't think he would show up so soon.

“Y/N”

“Paul”

I called out surprised as he walked up to the two of us. I couldn’t help but take note of his build and size. Quill got up and grabbed his hand, in turn Paul pulled him for a hug, they did briefly before they both patted each others back with strength.

“Well I appreciate it Quill. Truly. Don't be afraid to drop by more” I said as Quill came over to hug me next. He agreed before pulling away to make his exit. Suddenly my eyes met Paul's as he walked over to sit down in Quills spot.

“It was great seeing you y\n but I gotta go. I just wanted to stop in and check on you before this guy did. While I was on my break anyway” Quill said as Paul smiled at him.

“You were lucky to not be on morning shift you shitass” Paul replied. At this point I hardly seen him smile. It made him look more kind I noticed.

“Ill message you guys later” Quill said as he slightly smirked at me. I felt my face flush warm, across my nose and under my eyes, I didn't even want to face Paul in fear he'll see my face like this.

His eyes were dark and fierce. I wasn't scared but more nervous, I felt super aware of myself, and how I looked. I didn't expect to see him so soon. I wasn’t sure how to face him after everything.

We watched Quill run to the treeline. Quickly shifting into his wolf form. I gasped and paused to watch him. Amazed at such a sight although it was quick. Disappearing fast into the tree line.

“It's good to see you. How are you feeling?”

“Me?… I’ve been better… it’s good to see you too… What brings you by?” I asked finally sitting down back into my chair. Hoping I didn't come off as too nervous. He smirked and kept his stare into me.

“Well you of course. How did you sleep?” He asked looking at me more than curious. Saying such words as if it were matter of fact. Being around Paul in a setting like this, with his questions, it all made me blush.

“I uh… I slept okay after I had my meds… I didn't really get to thank you or any of you guys properly for the help you gave me” I said which made him shake his head no.

“There's no need for that. We're all just glad you're safe… And—” he had paused before closing his mouth. Looking like he was afraid to utter another word. I furrowed my brows waiting for him to finish.

“And?”

“… Unchanged… Look it's just… We were worried you might've…”

“Unchanged?… You mean turn into a Vampire? Like Victoria?”

I finished his words since he was apprehensive. Paul looked a bit shocked I said so before him. But he nodded and agreed with me. I felt my heart rate steadily rising. Thankful myself I wasn’t changed.

Paul's eyes trailed down to my neck. Except his stare was intense, eyes lingering, along the collar of my shirt. I felt I was under a microscope.

His eyes wondered everywhere for a moment. But somehow I didn’t mind. It reminded me of how Quill behaved just earlier. I looked at him as I spread the collar of my shirt slightly. I wasn’t sure why I was so willing to show him my wounds. Maybe because I knew he needed reassurance.

Finally I realized I was sitting with my neck and chest flushed open. Almost as if he noticed how it was making me feel he pulled back and adjusted his self. His stare softened as I fixed my shirt.

“Sorry… I just want to make sure you’re not too hurt…” he said explaining his self. Eyes peering downwards staring at his hands. I smiled at his somewhat meek behaviour.

“It's okay that's how Quill was too. But I'm fine now, really, there isn’t much wounds or scars thankfully. The meds help with what pain I have… And also…” I trailed on nervously. I wasn’t sure how to bring up the imprint situation with him. I wasn’t quite sure how sensitive this was to him.

But Paul held onto every word I was saying. He awaited for me to continue on. Looking at my lips while I talked.

“Uh… I had a talk with him and my grandmother. About everything so far…” I said as he leaned in closer. Raising his eyebrows I could tell he was earnest in what I had to say.

“It was… Hard when this first happened to me. But somehow I feel more at ease.. Especially with what I know now… I feel sorry for how I reacted last night… it wasn’t right of me”

Again Paul shook his head, this time he made sure to face me, I looked up back at him. My hearts pounding so loud now I wonder if he can hear it. I also wonder how sensitive their senses are since they’re wolves.

“Don't be sorry for anything. If anything it should be me apologizing. I really am sorry y\n. I wasn't fast enough to be there for you in time. I should’ve just came straight to your place instead of you walking to meet me. Hell I should’ve just picked you up as planned”

“Paul wait—”

“You were never supposed to be in involved in something like this. Ever. If I wasn’t so slow in meeting you this wouldn’t have happened at all—”

“Paul—”

“If I was even a second late to get to you—”

I felt my hand reach across to him. Instead of holding his hand I touched the arm of his chair. Like an instinct I felt I had to stop him from speaking anymore.

“But you weren’t a second late. You were able to save me before anything happened. There’s no use worrying over something that didn’t happen. I’m here alive and unchanged shouldn’t that matter?”

With how silent Paul became I wondered if I said something wrong. Or maybe he was the type of guy who didn’t like people interrupting him. Either way I felt as if I did something to him.

Paul looked surprised at my words as he looked at me. His gaze softened and he took a deep breath. I could see his huge shoulders relax as he nodded in agreement. His brows were still furrowed.

“No… You’re right… I am really glad you are here safe and sound… It does matter” A soft grin spread across his face. I wasn’t with him long but already I wondered why was I ever scared of a man like this. If he wanted to hurt me he would’ve just let Victoria have me. Why waste his time?

“So… You talked to Quill and your grandma? What did they have to say”

“Well… They tried helping me understand how shifting works and everything attached… including um…” I paused feeling my stomach doing flips trying to say imprinting. But with Paul here so close to me. Staring at me intently holding on to my every word. I felt so nervous to even bring it up.

It wasn’t just some connection, this is serious, imprinting is a literal soul connection. As much as I liked Paul I didn’t quite know him yet. And this is a serious soul tie that somehow links us. Paul laughed slightly as my face flushed red.

“You’re feeling better right? I know you’re still learning things. Especially about imprinting”he said not even shy to admit it. As if he was looking for a rise in me he paused. I scoffed at him which earned me another handsome smile from him.

“We don't have to figure out everything right now y\n. I know this is a lot for you so I don't want to push anything on to you”

“Actually I want to talk about this whole imprinting thing. If you're alright with that. The more that’s explained I feel better” I asked Paul to ensure he was ready. To which he nodded his head agreeing with me.

“That's fine. So, what do you want to know?” Paul asked me curious. I braced myself mentally for what I was about to bring up.

“It's just… I don't understand what makes our imprint connection” This had made him stunned from what I could tell. He leaned back in his chair thinking hard. Paul’s overall energy is intense, even though he’s nice, I can’t help but feel intimidated.

“Everyone else has their own… definition. Quill and Claire they're basically siblings… Emily and Sam are going to be married… What about us?” The more I spoke the more I felt my face flush warm. I felt as if I was poking a sleeping bear to wake. Or in this case a wolf. I didn't know Paul enough to know how'd he react.

“Well… I don't expect you to remember but back at Emily's. I had told you that we both decide what our connection is. This imprint bond connects us mind and body. But we have to define it. For now let's just decide to be friends” Paul said with a sincere smile. I felt myself relax at ease knowing his thoughts.

“Friends?” I questioned him also a bit surprised by his suggestion. Paul had sat up straight in his chair hearing me say this.

“Or I could just serve as your protector. Nothing more. Guard you and your home for the time being. You're probably feeling uneasy about Victoria and all the other leeches lurking around—”

“I wouldn't mind being friends with you Paul” I corrected him. Of course I wanted to be friends. I just didn't want to force anything onto him. Friends is a great start to try and navigate this connection.

His handsome face smiled at me once more. And I could feel my heart beat quicken whilst looking at him. It was crazy to think how this imprint bond strongly influenced me.

“Alright friends it is then. But I'll still be serving as your protector anyway”

“My protector huh? How generous”

“It really isn’t. It’s the least I can do after everything you went through. This is what my role is as your imprint” I could sense Paul was serious especially with his tone of voice. All I could do was nod my head in agreement. Soon Paul stood up from where he sat.

“You’re feeling better right? How do you feel about us going to Emily’s?” He asked me as he looked down at me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see everyone. I hesitated to answer to which I think he could sense my unease.

“I think it’d be good for you to talk to all of them. They’ve been worried about you also. And I’m sure they can help you adjust to all of… this” Paul suggested to which I gave a weak smile. I shrugged my shoulders before I stood up to join him. I was going to have to face all of them eventually.

“Sure… I mean it’s just…” I felt hesitant about going back to Emily’s. To which I tried to explain myself to Paul. Who had turned to face me. His huge figure made it feel as if he was looming right over me.

“Don't worry we'll just go for a bit. If you feel uncomfortable or it's too much ill drive you back home. OK?” Paul said trying to assure me. I nodded as we walked to his parked truck. He had followed me to my side of the truck. Opening the door for me to get in I was surprised by his manners. Instead of questioning I just got in.

I couldn't help but like him a little more after such a gesture. As he walked around back to the driver's seat I adjusted my hair. Worrying about my appearance. Getting in the truck he smirked before starting the engine. Pulling into reverse and exiting the approach. He handed me the aux cord to which I refused.

“You don't wanna play music? I have bluetooth if you don't wanna use the aux”

“It's alright, you can put something on, it's your truck” I said as he shrugged his shoulders. Using Bluetooth he connected his phone to the stereo. A familiar song came on that surprised me.

“Is this /favoritebandsname l playing right now?” I asked curiously as his smile widened. His dark eyes still on the road.

“You like them too?’

Paul asked to which I nodded my head profusely. It made me happy to at least have similar music taste. From how Paul is I assumed he'd be my opposite. He had turned the knob for the volume up, the music blaring out the truck, I started to feel better. Definitely more relaxed and calm than this morning.

The two of us drove down the road, windows slightly open, as music filled the air. As I tried to mentally prepare myself to face everyone back at Emily's. Although It was a comfort to know that Paul would be by my side through this. I braced myself for what has yet to come.

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[eternalchiyo]

𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜 ~𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕂 02~

Summary: The full moon arrives and brings with it a bunch of unpleasant encounters.

Word Count: 4308

Content Warning: Sex, Assault, Dubious Consent

She laid under him; cheeks flushed so red it brought out the green of her eyes perfectly. Her face matching her hair that clung to her forehead. She looked so beautiful.

The way she arched her back was inviting him to touch her more. Please her more. Make her sing with pleasure.

He kissed her neck, oh how he loved that pale neck of hers. There was no need for him to bite it, he could make her moan by simply putting his lips there, just like he did now.

The sounds coming from her must have been the most beautiful thing he has heard in his entire life, and he would make sure to coax these sounds out of her over and over again. The pleading look she gave him; her eyes were wet and sparkly, like real gems, and it made him feel like he was going to lose his mind, if he didn’t act soon.

“Tell me what you want,” he said seductively into her ear. However, it was more of a plea in the end.

The girl let out a loud whine.

“Shuu! Please…more!”

He let out a low chuckle. That was something he could give to her easily and gladly.  

And just as he was about to kiss her-

He woke up.

Letting out a long breath he slowly sat up. Why was this happening to him now? Was it that stupid full moon, which was on its way? He would have liked to believe that.

How troublesome. Shuu sighed and rested his head against the wall.

“Damn it…”

Her head hurt like crazy when she woke up. She thought that surely this was how one felt when they got too drunk. Ever since she drank Yui’s blood, she’s been waking up with horrible headaches every day. At first, she had felt great, like an actual Vampire. Her abilities had reached their peak, it was beautiful. She thought she had never felt so alive in her entire life. However, after that initial high subsided, she started feeling weaker and weaker each day. Paired with the impending full moon she felt like a parched person looking for water in the desert, like an addict in search for another fix. She was still able to control herself though. She wasn’t sure she was going to trade this for one or two days of feeling like a full Vampire.

She didn’t think it was worth it and frankly, she wanted to just get a full night’s rest again and not throw up like she had eaten rotten fruit. She was not able to sleep uninterrupted for three days now. Every time she woke up, her throat felt like it was burning up from the inside. Swallowing anything felt like eating sandpaper and even drinking gallons of water did not help her. She did suspect, however, that feeding on Yui would alleviate the pain she was in. The last thing she wanted was to be dependent on that girl.

Chiyo felt like eating food, real food. Something sweet preferably. She glared at the curtains; it was still light outside and way too early to get up. She’d have to roll around in frustration for some more until the moon showed up in the sky.

Even with the moon out, the whole household was visibly on edge. It wasn’t a pleasurable experience, even if Laito’s face would have you believe otherwise.

Groaning, she slumped down in the limousine, throwing her head back and putting her arm over her face. Why was it so bright in here?

 The headache hadn’t gone away yet, even after eating a bunch of sweet pancakes. What Chiyo didn’t notice though was, that she accidentally sat down next to Shuu and her left hand brushed against his right leg.

Shuu tensed. Laito noticed it.

“Oh Chirin, are you trying to rekindle an old flame by giving us a taste of your most embarrassing sounds?”

Without even looking up or moving her arm from her face she replied to him:

“I swear to God if I hear you say one more word, I am going to strangle you with your stupid tie!”

Laito snorted at that.

“Too bad God doesn’t exist right?”

Chiyo tried to kick him, but her legs weren’t long enough.

“You two will stop this this instant!” Reiji raised his voice, “You are a disgrace to the Sakamaki name.”

Everybody already agreed to that though. Somehow it worked anyway as Laito just laughed it off and kept his mouth shut for the rest of the ride.

To her dismay, she ended up having to feed on some of the human students. The thirst was just too strong, even though she hated almost all of the act. She had no choice. Lucky for her, nobody would be dumb enough to believe that "the new girl is a blood-sucking monster". Or at least she hoped; you could never be sure with humans.

She let out a deep breath when she was done draping the collapsed student over the piano. It now looked as if he simply fell asleep in the music room.

Her thirst now temporarily quenched; she made her way back to class. Shuu was there as well, looking a bit under the weather. That was to be expected.

She could feel his eyes on her again and it made her nervous. Chiyo did not dare to look his way once she was seated in her chair.

Since this lesson was simply study hall, Chiyo decided to use her time for reading a book she brought with her from home. Literature was actually something she could enjoy these days. Still, she felt like Shuu tried to pierce her with his gaze.

She cleared her throat and tried to focus harder on her book.

“Is it fun?”

Chiyo turned her head to her right side, where the question came from. Clearly, he was not asking about the book.

“Pardon?”

“Is it fun, walking around like a harlot, drinking the blood from any guy you can find?” Shuu asked.

Chiyo slapped the book shut before standing up. She imagined it was Shuu’s face instead. But making a scene here would be disadvantageous and troublesome.

“I am leaving.”

There was a coffee shop near the Academy. Luckily for her it apparently catered to the students attending the school, as it was open during the late-night hours.

Even though she knew coffee was bad for her as it numbed her senses, she decided to go in anyway and ordered a White Chocolate Mocha – a bad decision.

She blamed the full moon.

There was a cozy corner seat that she found, where she could read her book in peace. Or so she thought. The bell chimed, indicating that someone else had entered the shop. Chiyo tried blocking out the sounds, it did not concern her, until it did. The person stood in front of her table.

“Perfume: Story of a Murderer. Interesting choice,” a young man’s voice said.

Chiyo looked up. He was tall with dark hair, wearing a variation of the Ryotei uniform. He was handsome, and Chiyo was sure he turned the heads of multiple girls. What was curious was that she hadn’t heard anything about him yet, seeing as rumors of attractive people spread like wildfire here. Maybe she skipped out on school too often to hear anything of importance.

She gave him a confused look.

“Oh, I thought we fellow book lovers could keep each other a little company,” he waved a black book in front of Chiyo, demonstrating that he, indeed, spoke the truth.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” he asked.

“Why? There are a lot of empty seats here.”

The boy chuckled. Apparently, this was very amusing to him.

“You’re not much of a people person, are you?” he stated more than asked, “I would love to hear your opinion about the book you’re reading, though.”

She rolled her eyes. She wasn’t really sure if she was enjoying the read, and she didn’t feel like baring her thoughts to this stranger.

“Fine,” she said. Maybe it was the coffee making her give in faster than usual.

He looked intently at her while she gave him her opinion on the book. She kept her answer short though.

The way he looked at her made her feel quite exposed. There was something in his eyes that caused a chill run down Chiyo’s spine. She was unsure whether she liked that or not, but the caffeine was messing with her, so she didn’t trust a single thought she was having.

“Is everything alright? You look a little dazed,” he said.

“It’s just…my head hurts.”

Had her head been clear and not pulsating so loudly she would have found it strange how he came closer to her, putting his hand over hers and making her put her book away.

“How about we get out of here? Some fresh air might help you,” he said.

He tugged on her arm, and she just followed him, her mind all foggy. She was led out of the café and didn’t even notice when he managed to bring her into a back alley, pressing her against the cold wall with a rough force.

“You know, I wanted to see what exactly made you so special, but you do seem rather weak,” the guy said as he leaned in.

“What are you– “

She tried pushing him away, but she hardly had any strength left in her arms. She felt so weak.

“Don’t worry, it will all be over soon,” he said, as he put a leg between hers to prevent her from escaping. Why was it so hard to get out of the grip of a regular guy?

Then it dawned on her.

This wasn’t a regular guy. It was a Vampire!

Even in her state it should have been possible to push away a human.

“Now, be a good girl and stay quiet,” he said in a low voice, dangerously close to her ear and neck.

“Stop!”

She tried scratching at him and hitting him with her fists, but to no avail. He didn’t budge. Chiyo could feel him baring his fangs at her neck. She shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for what was to come. But the pain never came. Her attacker didn’t have the chance to sink his fangs into her neck because someone yanked her out of his grip. She collided with a broad chest and two arms held her firmly, almost protectively. When she looked up, she saw no other than Shuu. How did he get here so suddenly and why did he care enough to help her?

“You…who are you?” he asked the other man.

The dark-haired male let out a low chuckle, quickly regaining his composure after being taken aback initially.

“If that isn’t the Sakamaki heir,” he said.

How did he know about Shuu?

“The name is Ruki Mukami. I hope you didn’t mind me playing with your little toy.”

Rage engulfed Chiyo and she had the urge to lunge at him. She wasn’t anybody’s toy! She tried moving but Shuu held her in place. She could feel him tense a little.

“Heh… So you feel the need to take somebody else’s leftovers? How pathetic,” he said with a smirk.

Ruki laughed, looking Shuu in the eyes.

“If that’s what you want to call it, so be it. I will take my leave now, but I’m sure we’ll run into each other again at some point.”

Shuu and Chiyo both watched Ruki leave. Her heart was racing, beating so loudly in her chest that she could feel it in her ears. The whole situation made no sense to her. Even though she now knew his name, she wondered who he was and what his intentions were.

He must have approached her knowing her identity already if he also knew who Shuu was. But she has never seen or heard of him over in the demon world. So, who in hell was he?!

Shuu didn’t make any effort to go after him. There really was no point in it anyway, what was he gonna do if he followed him? Kill him? What for?

Once Ruki was out of their sight Shuu relaxed, but his arms were still wrapped protectively around her. Once he noticed that, he let go of her, pushing her away a little.

“Wow, you’re really like a prostitute,” he said with fake astonishment in his voice, “and not even a high class one.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Letting yourself being touched by so many men, you really must be desperate.”

That belittling look in his eyes. Why was he mocking her?

“That’s not—"

“Ah, don’t make me listen to your petty excuses,” he said. Clearly, he had no intentions on having a real conversation or listen to any of her explanations.

He looked at her once more before turning on his heel and leaving her standing in the street all alone.

She stood there for a while longer, not quite sure what to do. It’s been a while since she had felt this miserable. Before, she was able to ignore everything. Now she truly felt like she was all alone. And somehow this thought made tears form in her eyes that she wasn’t able to stop from flowing anymore.

There have been growling noises coming from up in the sky all night already. First it started out to be a light drizzling rain, but it quickly turned into a heavy storm. The large windows in the living room of the Sakamaki mansion vibrated with the heavy rain pounding against the glass; the howling wind being heard in the corridors.

Most of the household had gone home directly after school, already safe and sound at home. Since neither Shuu nor Chiyo arrived at the car at the end of the school day, they went ahead without them. The majority of the family seemed quite unbothered by the two missing people. Yui was seemingly the only one being a little nervous about it.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t send anybody to look for them? It’s pouring so horribly, maybe they got into an accident…”

Ayato looked up from the sports magazine he was reading and looked at the girl that was walking up and down the living room.

“It’s just rain, Chichinashi, I’m sure they’re able to deal with it, now stop doing that, it’s really irritating!”

Yui stopped pacing around to argue with him when suddenly the front door of the mansion flung open, the banging sound making Yui jump in surprise. In came a fully drenched Shuu, he did not seem too thrilled. At least Reiji was not downstairs, so he would be spared the tirade of lectures about wetting the floor and expensive carpet.

“Shuu-san! Are you alright? Is Chiyo-san with you?”

Shuu rolled his eyes at the girl. Did she have to bombard him with a dozen questions the second he came in? She could be so annoying sometimes.

Ayato scrunched his nose and audibly sniffed around.

“Hey, Shuu! Where have you been that you smell so funny?” he asked.

Shuu sighed.

“Stop being so annoying. If you really need to know, ask that woman whenever she comes back.”

He went upstairs leaving a trail of rain stains behind.

About half an hour later Chiyo also came home, luckily for her nobody could tell the difference between the rain and the tears on her face. At least she was spared this much humiliation. She also did not end up answering the question of whatever had happened to the two of them and went upstairs after listening to the lecture that had evaded Shuu.

Chiyo hurried back into her room and discarded the wet clothes onto the floor, before crawling into her bed naked. She just wanted to disappear from this earth.

Since disappearing wasn’t something, she was able to actually do, she did the next best thing and fell asleep. Her body couldn’t disappear but her consciousness sure could drift away blissfully. Soon she felt nothing but the comforting darkness of the blanket above her head before she fell asleep.

When Chiyo woke up again, she was still naked, and it was the middle of the day, but she felt weirdly rested. She decided to get up and close the curtains, so the sun wouldn’t bother her too much. There was a robe laying around somewhere on her bed that she could use to cover up. Tonight, the full moon would finally be out, and she felt it. She would definitely take the night off from school and she was sure the others would too. Who knew what they were capable of doing on a night like that? Their father might be influential even in the human world, but it still would be hard to cover up the disappearance of several students because they have been sucked dry at school.

Either way, she needed a bath and the clothing she left on the floor last night would need a thorough cleaning; she picked it up and put it in the designated spot for dirty clothes. Her hair was also a mess since it had been wet when she fell asleep. Chiyo took her time while cleaning up, knowing that she would not be bothered by anyone at this hour. By the time she was done, the sun was setting.

Dressed in her bathrobe she made her way back into her room, not really knowing what to do with herself. She tried going back to sleep for a while but that didn’t work, so she decided to get dressed.

The sun had disappeared from the sky completely, making way for the big and glowing full moon. It was so beautiful at those times, Chiyo thought to herself. It was funny how she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Vampires were like those mindless moths, driven to the majestic and dangerous glow of the moon.

The best thing to do on a night like this would be to lock oneself in a room and try to sleep the night away or occupy oneself with something that made you forget about the glowing object in the sky. It would be the reasonable thing to do and yet Chiyo decided to do the opposite and go for a walk.

If you went further south from the mansion you would reach a forest. Chiyo wasn’t sure if it was still Sakamaki property or not, but she had never seen anybody else around the area. There was a pretty little lake nearby too. It reminded her of a similar spot that was not far from the Sakamaki castle in the demon world. She remembered how Shuu and she had snuck out of the castle at dusk on a summer day and how Shuu had played his violin for her. Soon enough they had been drenched by the sudden summer rain but all they had been able to do was laugh at the situation even though they were forced to seek shelter somewhere under a big tree. She remembered the wet grass and her feet being covered in dirt and mud, because she was running around barefoot. She remembered Shuu’s wet hand holding hers as he rushed her across the forest to a big tree. She remembered how he had pushed her against the broad stem of it and she also remembered how she could taste the rain on his lips when he had kissed her for the very first time.

They had been so inexperienced and innocent back then; it made a strange feeling of melancholy swell up in her chest.

There was a similar big tree in this forest as well, nothing unusual, she was sure there were plenty old trees everywhere. She touched the stem and sighed.

She was shaken from her thoughts by a shuffle in the grass behind her. Hadn’t it been for the full moon that heightened her senses she might have missed it.

“Ah, you…”

His voice sounded calm, but she knew him too well to miss the slight irritation in his voice.

“Shuu…”

She should probably go. Being in the same area as him would be a bad idea, especially on a night like this. She turned around in an attempt to leave but the older vampire stopped her.

“Why are you leaving?” he asked.

She looked at him in confusion. Why would she stay when he always made it a point to show her how her presence wasn’t wanted. But this night was different; he walked straight towards her. And just as in the past, she found herself so mesmerized by this man that she couldn’t move away. She could only stand there and watch him come closer, as if in trance. Shuu was now so close to her she could feel his breath on her face. He was so much taller than her, forcing her to strain her neck to look up at him. She could hear her blood pulsating up to her ears, the vampiric senses calling out for the person before her.

When she looked up at him and they made eye contact, she saw him staring at her with those dark blue eyes of his. Eyes she knew so well and that seemed so foreign now, so different. Mixed with the full moon’s bloodlust was something else. Something she couldn’t quite place.

Something in the back of her head told her to run. She could never be sure what he was thinking or what he wanted to do to her. He could always kill her. Just like that.

She managed to move one of her feet backwards but just as she was about to move away further, Shuu shoved her against the tree they were standing under, crashing his lips violently against hers, grazing his fangs against the puffy flesh and drawing out a pathetic whimper from the girl. She grabbed his shoulders tightly for balance, trying to push away from the tree bark that was hurting her back already. It was nothing like the kiss she was remembering just a few moments ago. Truly ironic.

Her head was spinning. Nothing made sense to her because she wanted him gone and closer at the same time. Did she want this or not? Her body sure felt like it wanted his, but she could not trust it at this moment. If she was being honest, she wanted him really badly. Secretly she probably never stopped wanting him, but she didn’t want it to be like this.

Clearly, he was not doing it to give her any pleasure. He was doing it purely to satisfy his own needs and predatory instincts. He didn’t love her.

She felt so pathetic, and she knew she should hate this. And she still found herself pulling him closer, wanting him, even though she knew he didn’t really want her.

Shuu wasn’t being gentle at all when his lips moved across her neck. She could feel the trail of saliva that he left on it along the way. When his hands grabbed her breasts firmly, she let out another whine. She arched her back for some more friction.

“Hah, you really are a whore,” he groaned against her neck, his hands moving down her body to the hem of her dress. Oh, how truly degrading the position she was in felt. What was wrong with her, drawing pleasure from a comment of this nature?

“What—"

He ripped her dress open before inserting himself inside of her. Her eyes shot open in shock.

“You let me of all people touch you like this. And you’re only getting wetter and wetter by the second,” he scoffed, looking down on her.

Her body felt good, rejoicing at the fact that it had him back. Except that she didn’t really have him back at all.

“Stop–" she tried to plead but the effects of the full moon made her moan loudly in pleasure anyway. Shuu groaned burying his head in the crook of her neck for a second before baring his fangs and sinking them into that spot.

Pain and pleasure mixed together for Chiyo, making her head spin and making her cry out loudly at every thrust from him. Every time he moved inside her; she could feel his fangs sucking her dry more, making her feel dizzy and lightheaded. 

She could feel him tightening his grip on her, pushing her leg up and around him while he kept sucking her blood. Slowly the blood loss got to her and the last thing she felt was Shuu reaching his climax inside of her before her consciousness slipped away.

The girl’s body fell limp against his and he barely managed to catch her in time. What on earth was he doing?! His body had acted on his own, not that he was very surprised about it; only a moron would be. He shouldn’t have gone outside today. Though how was he supposed to know that this woman was just as stupid as he was? Granted, considering their shared past, maybe he should have known.

He fixed up his own clothes before taking a look at his past lover. Chiyo’s dress was ruined. There was a significant tear and blood had stained it. Either way it was a candidate for the trash bin. He felt little remorse for ruining her clothes.

Shuu looked at the girl; she was passed out cold for real. He could just leave her here. For a second, he considered this option, but then thought it would be too troublesome if her body was found by wild animals in that state. With a sigh he picked her up and made his way back to the mansion.

#(( so that happened )) #(( this surely is a... situation )) #(( also I am sorry to all the Ruki lovers I suck at writing him please bear with me it's really hard AAAAAAAAAAAAA )) #everlasting spark #admin writes #dark 02 #fanfiction #diabolik lovers #dialovers #diabolik lovers oc

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beneath the moon’s gaze (Ezra x Reader)

Warnings: 18+, nsfw; unprotected sex, fingering, f receiving oral, squirting, overstimulation, little bit of cum play.

Pairing: Ezra x Female Reader

Words: 2,483

A/N: Complete pwp with a sprinkling of sweetness, barely edited. I have nothing to say other than enjoy!

It’s overwhelming.

“Oh. Like that”

His body on yours, the sound everywhere of your hips meeting in desperate thrusts as he sings your praises against your ear while he fucks so deep in to you. He makes you trill, a great symphony of unrestrained want. He surrounds you, covers your body with his, so close.

“So close”.

You’re so close again and it’s so intense. Building in you, the rising pressure of a release so strong it makes every particle between you quiver.

“Fuck, don’t stop”

When it comes, it is phenomenal, surging and spilling around him until you are both left shaking from it.

“Kevva!” You gasp, panting for air. 

“Ez- Ezra, did I just-”

“It seems you did, angel” he replies, voice uneven and barely concentrating.

You take a moment, feeling it so deep. Still around you even as he moves. Your whole being is buzzing, shocked, excited, exhausted. But your reaction is nothing compared to his.

You’ve never seen him so proud, the expression painting his handsome features with a smirk as he sits back on his knees between your spread legs on the bed and listens you try to get your breathing back to some kind of normal.

His hand smooths gently over your still shaking thigh, as he looks down and admires the mess of it. You can feel it, the wet patch on the sheets beneath you and your is cunt dripping, actually dripping, with the combination of yours and his release. You had never come like that before with him or anyone, so hard you were gushing. The fierce reaction of your body to the onslaught of arousal he had put you through tonight.

“Ezra” you breathe a faint warning as he dips his hand down to press against your leaking cunt. He gathers up some of the escaping liquid and pulls away, making sure you’re watching him as he slowly licks his fingers clean. He looks at you amused again as you groan and push yourself back up the bed slightly, unable to do much more as your body comes down from it’s unbelievable high.

Oh, you ache. Your limbs heavy, weighed down by the heady air of sex in the room. Your centre still spasming and your heart racing. Kevva alive, the two of you have done so much and yet still he finds new ways to make you combust. You can’t help but fall back in a fit of giggles, him chuckling along with you even as he looks so pleased with himself.

“Can you stop looking so smug?” you laugh, propping yourself up on your elbows to stare at him. You only half mean it and he knows that, plays along

“Not until you stop shaking like that, stardust” he responds with an amused look, cocking an eyebrow at you.

Rolling your eyes, you fall back against the mattress with a giggle. He’s right; your legs and hands are still shaking, your heart-rate still quickened, and the simple, barely there swipe of your thumb over your peaked nipple sends a light aftershock coursing through you that makes you arch up again.

“You look like the cat that ate the fucking canary”

You’re not sure you’ve ever seen him look quite this self-satisfied before now.

“Feeling like it too” he admits, moving to sit on the side of the bed but not before kissing you soft, lips brushing for only a moment before he’s pulling away.

“And can you blame me, hm? Feeling my good girl come like that, make a mess like that for me?”

You pretend to ignore him but can’t help a quiet moan at that, teeth scraping the swollen flesh of your bottom lip to quiet yourself. His good girl.

“Would you like some water, stardust? You may need to...ah...rehydrate a little after that” He asks, laughing in delight when you lean across to slap his bare ass before he walks away.

“Shut up” you groan playfully, adding “...yes, please” after a moment, genuinely parched after the experience he just put you through.

He hums a tune of contentment as he fills a glass with water, for a moment the only sounds are him and the running tap. It helps ground you, respire steadily again – your body finding some semblance of normal as you slowly sit up with the pillow propped behind you against the metal frame of the bed. You smile at his song, let it weave a calmer energy through you.

Gazing out of the open window besides the bed while you wait for him, the cool breeze soothing your too-hot skin, the brilliant moonlight shines down almost a silver-blue reflecting off the rain-soaked quiet streets below. There’s no way of knowing what time it is, not without picking up your data pad on the other side of the room, and like a lot of your existence with Ezra it feels pleasantly like time is standing still, like the moment is just him and you and everything else is paused. The pernicious ticking of the clock halted in adulation of the intimacy you two share.

And truly, even when it is ferocious your love is so utterly intimate; even in it’s biting, clawing, relentless hunger there was always the deepest care and reverence between you both.

You feel the mattress dip slightly rather than hear him sit besides you, so lost in the beauty of the moon. Your hand falls to his firm thigh, squeezing lightly, and Ezra bows his head to tenderly kiss at your shoulder, rubbing his cheek sweetly against you like a happy house-cat showing affection. For a while he is quiet and you feed off each others tired, happy spirits.

You could be like this with him always, let his warmth surround and live in you.

“Here, drink” he presses the glass to your free hand and the cold of it brings you back to yourself. You gulp down the cool liquid, Ezra’s fingers gently drawing circles against your hip. He’s always finding ways to touch you.

“I believe we truly outdid ourselves tonight, stardust” he mutters, taking the drink from you when you’re done. He takes a slow sip, then places the glass to the side.

“We did, didn’t we?” You grin, squeezing his thigh lightly. “I never knew I could do that. I’ve never come like that before. It was…” you don’t finish, the word not quite ready for you.

“You were transcendent. Nearly did away with me feeling you gush around me like that. All for me”

“Always for you, love. You make me feel incredible, make me feel everything” you tease back, moving your hand down along his inner thigh, fingers lightly skimming.

“I am so entirely bewitched by you, my star” Ezra breathes, voice like honey making you melt as you hands never leave each other.

Momentarily, you just look at each other. Admiring, appreciating, but more to. That heavy air is descending again, despite your tired eyes, and you can’t decide if you want to do something about it or not.

Slowly, you lean over to kiss Ezra – for a while it’s tender, oh so gentle as your lips brush and you share a breath before he’s moving you both, pushing you back against the pillow as his tongue finds yours and he’s kissing you deep.

His hand roams low while his mouth remains on yours. Insatiable. He moves back slightly, to look at you with a perfect grin, the kind that lights up his whole face, as fingers delve between your legs to find your inner thighs sticky and your sex still dribbling your releases.

“Stardust,” he groans, and you clench at the rumble of his voice so close to you “You know I am a man of great appetite, and I must admit your display of wanton satisfaction has left me longing for more. What do you think – Do you have one more to give? One more for me?”

You’re quickly burning at the sweet tone of his undemanding request, molten blood in your veins scorching you from the inside. The way he looks at you; patient and calm but wide eyed in need. Like a dying man whose last wish lies between your legs, if only you’ll allow him the gratification.

Carefully, his index finger skims your swollen clit, and you jolt and moan, curling in on yourself slightly at the painful pleasure of it. It feels different, good but almost vicious. You’re still so sensitive from the three he’d already pulled from you that night, especially the last - such a wildly fervent thing you were still barely recovered from it.

“I...I don’t know if I can take it” you whine, but your hand is around his wrist already.

“That’s ok, stardust” he nods, pressing his lips to your forehead.

When Ezra makes to move his hand away, so he can hold you and sooth you, he finds your grip on him tight and you whimper in to his ear. You guide his hand down, fingers lead away from your sensitive nub to your soaked entrance.

“But I... I wanna try” you whisper, nose nudging at his cheek. “For you”.

He leans back slightly to look you in the eye and his deep brown ones finds yours wanting, begging.  Even if you cannot define the desire after such white-hot pleasure, you continue to ache for him.

When you release his wrist, he moves slowly to inch two fingers inside of you and you’re already squirming at that, lips parted and head flung back to lean against the bed frame when he curls them your sensitive upper wall.

“Such a good girl” he smiles, pride and delight much like before but this time all yours.

His digits press up and against that spot that makes you strain. Fuck, he’s going to ruin you tonight.

You can hear the obscene wet plunge of his fingers within you, it makes you dizzy with lust. Ezra stays focussed on his fingers there, away from your clit until he knows you’re ready for more again. Instead he watches your face intently as he fucks you with his fingers, relishing how utterly wrecked you look as you squeeze your eyes closed and fall back against the pillow with a feral groan when he adds a third.

“Feels good. Please, Ezra”

“What is it you’re begging for, angel?”

“M- More. More. Please”

Without warning he pulls his digits out. You let out an aching mewl, the need for his touch but you feel too dizzy to even find him, demand him. You’re hot all over, undone by him as you open your eyes and see a bright patchwork of colour above you from how tight you had them pressed. He’s not above you, and you let out a wracked sob before you feel his hand parting your thighs, slinging one leg over his shoulder as he lips trace the upper thigh of the other.

“You want more, stardust?” his breath burns in to your skin and you buck up.

“Yes. I- I want- Oh” you interrupted yourself with strangled cry, when his mouth latches on to you, sharp nose nudging your swollen clit.

His tongue explores around and then plunges in to you, and he moans and hums against you – sends shock waves all the way through you with the dark growl of his voice. You know he can taste the mixture of both of you, know it must be driving him wild. You want to taste, want to tell him but you can’t form a word that doesn’t sound like a nonsensical noise, a hopeless cry for god or mercy or more. Every inch of you is quivering, vibrating. Your body a vessel of pure pleasure.

It feels like hours that he feasts on you, pressing himself in to the bed that he is now leaking against too. Everything else is nothing to you, everything but him and the moon as she shines down and blesses your tryst.

And yet, is that even the moon? She could be the sun now and you would have no way of knowing, no sense of anything at all but Ezra’s mouth on you.

You’re grinding against Ezra, trying to find pressure where you need it as you buck wildly. He is toying with you now, consuming you wholly but not offering the release he had promised. His eyes painted with a wicked gleam when you prop yourself up on shaking arms to look down at him. It’s not unusual, Ezra can enjoy you like that for hours on end and often has, but in your state of unbelievable stimulation and sensitivity you can’t fathom

You’re about to scream or sob or smack him or something violent, when he takes your hand in his, rests it on your belly and holds it tight. Ezra pulls back to breath, has he even had a moments breath since going down on you? Smiles rakish and wide with a wink before diving back in, swiping his nose upwards between your folds as if breathing in the scent of you, and then his lips are attaching to your clit and sucking. Hard.

You fall back, arch harshly. If you had a voice left at all you’d scream. You’re so worked up, so utterly worked, shattered by him that your entire mind and body seems to vanish for a moment – like you are nothing but white noise and static, floating above yourself, and then you are exploding. Pushing and jolting, fire and flame.

You are a supernova.

He kisses and coos, guiding you through it, drinking down everything you offer. Your hand held tight in his even as you writhe and twist on the bed. Praises you for giving, letting him have so much. You can do nothing but mumble disjointed, pushing away when you cannot take any more.

Ezra is a sight. Hair sticking up in all directions, blonde patch partly sticking to his forehead. A sheen of sweat and you covering his face as he finally pulls away and out from between your legs, although you know he’d stay for longer if he could.

“You did so well” he says, lying down besides your panting, unwoven form and pulling you to him to sooth you. “So well, angel. Kevva and all the old gods could never reach such divine heights”

“Mhmm” is all you can reply, turning yourself with some effort to lean your head against his chest and wrap your arms around him. You know he’s smiling so proud as you fall exhausted against his chest, eyes heavy and body light. And you think you’ll let him get away with that, at least until the morning.

For now, however, the sun ascends and paints the sky in glorious peach and pink. You let time start ticking again, and fall asleep for at least a few hours in your lovers warm embrace.

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The Reunion - WW2 era fic

I've been listening to an audiobook about WWII in the UK and there's been multiple mentions of people writing in their diaries about suffering from lengthy colds as well as a discussion of the increase in casual sex during the war (especially during air raids, when it became a welcome distraction). So, let's just say I was inspired...! 

Male, cold, OCs, contains 18+ content

The Reunion -

The club was positively bursting with young revellers and the sounds of a jazz band playing as couples moved across the dance floor in tight embraces, flitting in and out of shadow of the chandeliers sparkling overhead. Champagne flowed liberally, delivered by waiters in smart tuxedo jackets and white gloves. If a time-traveller had been magically transported inside, they would have no idea that outside the walls of the club there was a war on.

Making her way through the throngs of people was Katherine Marsh, or Kat to her close friends. Close at her heels was Mary Alderman, an old school chum who'd come up through London society with her. The girls wove through the dancers on route to a table up on the balcony that circled the dance floor, providing a spectacular view of the room below. Only the uppers of society generally occupied the tables here and the demand was such that often bribes had to be given to the head waiter to ensure a spot. Peter Halford, one of Kat's other longtime friends, had been in charge of the evening's transaction and now he waved cheerily from a spot in the corner as the girls approached.

“Hello, Peter!” Kat said joyfully as she sided into a chair along the wall, tucking the skirt of her silk gown around her. “Have you ordered a bottle yet or shall I do the honours?”

“It's just coming now,” Peter replied, nodding towards the approaching waiter who carried a magnum size bottle in a silver ice bucket while another waiter followed behind deftly balancing a tray of champagne coupes.

“Your timing is impeccable as ever,” Mary said with a laugh. “I'm parched.”

She flashed a smile at Peter, her eyes sparkling in the light of the crystal scones along the walls. Kat smirked knowingly at her friend. Mary had been pursuing Peter over the course of several of these evenings out on the town, but Peter remained seemingly oblivious to her advances.

Tonight, Mary was draped in layers of royal blue silk with a spectacular diamond bracelet glinting on her wrist. She looked radiant and Kat thought Peter had to be completely daft to not notice. Kat, on the other hand, had no particular beau in mind. She'd danced with dozens of men and dined at parties across the countryside around London, but no one gentleman had captured her heart. Besides, she was barely twenty and so many of the young men her age were away at service. For now, she was content with dancing and snogging sessions in dim alleyway with soldiers on leave and officers posted to city stations.

The waiter poured them all glasses of champagne and the trio toasted to health, happiness, and the victory of Britain. The chat was light and merry, with Peter filling them in on his new job at the Royal Airforce's London offices near Whitehall. At the hour neared eleven, someone took to the microphone to introduce the next band complete with a line of cabaret dancers dressed in feathers and sequins for entertainment. Mary squealed in delight as the drums kicked up the beat of a popular dance tune and she reached for Peter's hand.

“Oh, will you dance?” she asked breathlessly. “I love this song.”

Peter downed the last of his champagne glass as he stood up.

“Of course. Kat, find yourself a man and let's go.”

The two disappeared into a sea of people moving towards stairs that led to the dance floor. Kat drained her own coupe and stood, surveying the crowded tables for familiar faces or handsome strangers.

A few girls were lingering at a table of Naval officers and as the men stood and paired off with them, one man remained seated alone with a cigarette in his hand. As the duos passed by, Kat realized with a heart-dropping thud that she recognized the lone officer that had stayed behind.

Oliver Hartnett had danced with her at her first debutant ball when she was seventeen and she'd been completely enraptured by him. Two pages of her diary were dedicated to extolling his virtues, from the gentle tambour of his voice to his green eyes, from to his broad shoulders to his chestnut hair. As quickly as he'd come into her life, he'd left it again. They'd shared two dances that night and some brief conversation at a dinner party a week later, and then she hadn't seen him since. Word in the upper circles said he'd gone to Scotland to work for an aging uncle's business and he disappeared from London's upper crust.

Kat dumped the dregs of the champagne bottle into her coupe and gulped it down, feeling the rush of bubbles to her head as she bolstered her courage. She reached into her small handbag for her compact, inspecting her face and reapplying a coat of her precious lipstick, as the bright red shade was now nearly impossible to find with the war rations and so she reserved it for nights out alone.

With a smile on her face that she hoped concealed her nerves, she glided as confidently as she could over to the table.

“Ollie Hartnett, is that you?” she said over the din of the music and the crowd. The man at the table seemed startled by the interruption and he looked up at her, his face vacant for a moment. Then, a grin spread across his face.

“Oh my goodness, Miss Marsh,” he said, standing suddenly and extending his hand.

She laughed.

“It's Kat, please,” she said, taking his broad hand in her and shaking it. “Do you mind if I sit?”

“Of course, please do,” he said, fumbling to get around the vacant chairs nearby in order to pull out one for her. She folded herself gracefully into the seat, crossing her ankles as her mother had always instructed. For once, she was glad she'd listened to Mary's constant chatter about fashion and had worn the deep emerald green silk gown with the black trim that she'd purchased for the previous winter's New Year Eve celebration at Mary's family estate. It set off her figure nicely and contrasted with her auburn hair and milk-white complexion.

Oliver was shaking her head, still grinning.

“What a surprise,” he said, his gentle voice barely audible over the music. “You look well.”

She smiled back.

“I am! Well, as well as anyone is in London at war, I suppose. You've joined up, I see. On leave?”

“For a few more weeks,” he replied, taking a slow drag of his almost burnt-out cigarette. “I'm posted at Brighton, usually.”

“And you're not on the arms of a dozen girls dancing your night away?” she teased.

He snubbed out the cigarette in the ash tray and shook his head.

“Honestly, I wasn't keen on going out at all but the other gents insisted.”

“If I recall, you were quite popular on the dance floor,” she continued. “What's changed?”

“Just a bit under the weather, that's all,” he replied. “Haven't felt up to much dancing tonight, but I'll spare one for you, for old time's sake.”

She felt herself blush.

“Not yet,” she said. “I have to hear all about where you disappeared to that summer. You left a lot of us wondering why one of our dashing debs up and left London at the height of the season.”

“It's not a particularly exciting story, but if I'm going to tell it we ought to do it over a drink.”

He beckoned to a waiter who returned shortly with two cocktails on a black lacquered tray and a serving of peach melba for each of them.

Oliver detailed how the rumours were true; he'd left London for the banal task of running the business operations for his uncle's small factory in Glasgow. A year ago, as the ferocity of the war had begun to increase, he'd enlisted in Royal Navy and left the factory in the hands of the old foreman and his cousin, a savvy young woman named Rose.

More than once during the story he'd paused momentarily to clear his throat with a cough or take a sip of his cocktail to revive his waining voice. Kat felt a pang of sympathy now that she was close and could see clearly the weariness in his face. Though it was spring, the weather had been dreadful and frigid for weeks and many people she knew had been battling heavy colds.

She told him about her adventures in London with Mary and Peter, and about her volunteering posting with the Women's Auxiliary Service where she worked to find temporary housing for those displaced by air raids.

When they'd finished their peach melbas and cocktails, the band struck up a lively tune and Oliver appeared to summon some energy with a broad smile aimed at Kat.

“This is the one,” he said, extending a hand. “Would you like to dance?”

She nodded, trying not to let her rush of enthusiasm show too greatly.

He led her down to the dance floor and took her into his arms, leading the gentle sway as they danced among the other couples. His broad hand rested on the small of her back and Kat felt a rush of heat to her body as they touched, cheeks almost against one another. The gentle warmth of his breath tickled her neck and she was sure he was about to lean in to kiss her there.

His voice mumbled something deep and low into her ear but she couldn't discern it over the music.

“Mmm?” she replied.

“Oh Christ, sorry,” she heard him say and suddenly he was moving swiftly away from her, his one hand leaving her back and his other dropping its grip from hers.

Eh-TSGHT! He turned his face into the sleeve of his officer's uniform, sneezing inaudibly to her as the rest of the dance floor continued their rhythmic sway.

“So sorry,” he shouted, leaning back so she could hear him. He reached into his pants pocket for a handkerchief, which he dabbled briefly under his nose.

“Sorry,” he repeated as he took up his embrace once more.

“It's okay,” she said into his ear. “I hope you don't feel too poorly.”

“No,” he said into hers, his lips almost brushing against her. “Better now.”

She leaned herself closer against him and he pressed his lips to her neck. She sighed with delight, feeling all the rush of emotions that she'd had when they'd first danced. His body was more muscular and square now, without the lanky lines he'd had as an eighteen year old.

Tilting her head upwards, she met his lips and they kissed briefly.

He leaned over to speak into her ear again.

“I hope I'm not catching.”

“I don't care,” she said and captured his lips again. The kiss deepened and a couple nearby sided away to give them a moment of privacy.

The song ended and Katherine stayed in the embrace of Oliver's arms as the next began.

He looked down at her with a soft, tired expression.

“I'm dreadfully sorry, but I'm afraid all this noise and such is too much for me tonight.”

“Can you stay up a little longer?” she asked. “There's a nice restaurant not too far from here. We could go and have a drink there and talk. It's much quieter.”

It was past midnight now and while Oliver looked like he might consider declining in favour of being tucked up in bed, he nodded and smiled.

She grinned back at him and kissed his cheek.

“I'm so glad. I'll find my friends to tell them I'm off. Meet me by the doors? Would you be a dear and get my coat for me?”

She fished the small coatcheck tag from her handbag.

After she'd shouted her goodbyes to Mary and Peter (who looked very cozy together on the dance floor, she noted with pleasure), she found Oliver leaning against a wall by the exit with her coat over his arm and his own Navy-issued wool peacoat already on. He held up her coat to help her into it and offered his arm to her, walking at her side out into the cool spring night.

The air was clear and crisp, with a half-moon overhead. The streets were brutally dark thanks to the blackout and they made their way clumsily along the road, squinting to see landmarks in the dim moonlight.

“It's down to the left, one more block,” she said as they passed the entrance to another dance club where the only light came from several cigarettes that glowed as young people poured in and out from the doors and slipped behind blackout curtains into the well-lit hall.

“Can we pause a moment,” Oliver asked. “Sorry, just a moment.”

She stopped, turning to look at him.

“Sorry,” he repeated, reaching for his handkerchief. She could see him silhouetted in the dim moonlight as his shoulders trembled and he shook his head for a moment. Then, with a deep breath, he pitched forward with a wrenching sneeze.

Hurhhh-TSGHXTT!

Unable to mask the sound, he gave a brief but noisy blow into the handkerchief afterwards before hastily tucking it into his coat pocket.

“I'm so sorry,” he said, taking her arm up again. She gave him a light squeeze, leaning against his side as she did so.

“Don't apologize,” she said. “I'm only sorry to hear you so poorly. Blasted cold seems to be going around everywhere.”

“The boys in my unit said that if I can't spend a night out with a head cold, there's no way I'd last through a month at sea battling the Germans,” said Oliver, his voice a little hoarse. He cleared his throat with a cough. “I suppose that's true.”

“Well, we'll find you something warm to drink at the restaurant and that should revive you,” Kat said cheerfully.

They were just rounding the last corner onto the street where the restaurant was located when a sound split the air. The wail of the air raid sirens began their raised pitch, increasing to a loud din of pulsing noise.

They paused in the street, stunned. It shouldn't have been entirely a surprise; the sirens were a regular occurrence in the city but neither one of them had encountered the alert while out on the street.

In the darkness, a voice shouted authoritatively.

“To your shelters, please! Nearest public shelter is the Piccadilly Circus station. To your shelters please!”

The figure of an air raid warden with a metal helmet on passed by.

“Which way is Piccadilly?” Oliver asked.

Kat glanced up and down the dark street.

“My rooms are only two or so more blocks past here,” she said. “If we hurry, we should be fine. There's a cellar in the back.”

Gripping his arm tightly, she led the way down the road. Several times they nearly collided with others making their way to safety. As they neared the house where she rented lodgings, the sky began to shine with searchlights and in the distance, the sound of anti-aircraft guns began to crackle. The bliss of dancing and the haze of champagne cleared from Kat's head as she steered them down an alley between some homes and to a metal hatch that covered the entrance to the cellar. She tugged it open and hovered a foot over the void, finding the top step.

“Six steps down. Pull the door shut behind you,” she said to Oliver. Her hand trailed along the earthen edge of the wall until it met the edge of a candlestick and a pack of matches. She struck one alight as Oliver shut the hatch with a loud bang.

The tiny chamber glowed in the candlelight, illuminating the stone and soil room. Oliver was breathing heavily, almost wheezing. Katherine tipped the lit candle to light others, gradually brightening the room enough to see without too much strain.

“Sit,” she insisted, gesturing to a small crate topped with a cushion. “Catch your breath. I'll put some tea on.”

Hhh-TSGHHH!

The sound of the sneeze startled her and she looked over in time to see Oliver building up to a second. He tipped forward, nose nestling into the folds of his waiting handkerchief.

Ehhh—hhehhTSXHHT! “Bless you!” she said earnestly. “Are you warm enough? There's plenty of blankets. My landlady, Mrs. Beecher, is up north visiting her sister and the other girl who rents rooms is at her family home for the week. So it's just you and me here unless we get some surprise guests from next door.”

“No, I'm fine,” he said quietly, wiping his nose. “Sorry.”

“I don't mind a bit of sniffling,” she said teasingly. “You don't need to keep apologizing.”

“Have you had to spend many nights down here?” he asked, surveying the cellar. It was appointed with provisions for the three woman who lived above plus extras for any visitors who might end up sheltering there. Two wooden bunks were stacked against one wall, each with pillows and blankets and thin mattresses. Another mattress was rolled and stored in a nearby trunk with additional linens. A small table held a kettle on a fuel-powered heater and several teacups. There was a deck of cards, a basket of knitting, and a lidded chamberpot. Someone had cheekily hung a framed piece of embroidery that read “Home Sweet Home.”

“Oh, I've lost count,” Kat said as she set the kettle to boil once she'd filled it with water from one of the three large canteens by the steps that led outside. “This is only the second time I've ended up down here in an evening gown, though.”

Once the kettle was heating, she opened a chest and took out a wool jumper and a pair of socks.

“Good thing I'm prepared,” she added.

Oliver watched as she sat on a wooden chair and unstrapped her high heel shoes and slid her hand up under her gown to unclip her precious nylon stockings. Careful not to snag them, she rolled them down her legs and pulled on the socks.

He laughed as she put the jumper on over her evening gown, put her coat back on top of that, and donned a pair of Wellington rubber boots. She struck a pose for him.

“You'd be the toast of all the fashion magazines,” he declared.

His chuckle turned to a cough that sounded strained and painful. She frowned at him and shook her head.

“I'd say you should've followed your own ideas and stayed home instead of the advice of your mates,” she said. “But I have to admit I've awfully glad I ran into you.”

He recovered from the coughing spell and looked at her with affection.

“I'm glad too,” he said. She poured the hot water from the kettle into a teapot to steep and selected two teacups.

Outside, the din of the air raid sirens had ended. There was the sound of distant explosions, but for the time being they were far from the action.

“I'm afraid I've no milk to offer but we have a bit of honey.”

“That'd be lovely, thanks,” he said.

She poured them each a cup and sat opposite him, savouring the warm tea. He drank his own cup, clearly soothed by the hot liquid. He dabbed at his nose a few times with his handkerchief as it began to run from the warmth.

When the cups were empty, they sat in silence for a moment. A bomb exploded somewhere a few blocks away and the candles flickered as the shockwave trembled through the earth. The remaining teacups on the table rattled against each other. Kat closed her eyes for a moment, sighing.

“Are you frightened?” Oliver asked.

“No, I don't think so,” she said. “I suppose I always am, a little. But not terribly.”

She set her teacup down on the table and moved to sit on the bottom bunk bed, patting the mattress beside her. He stood and moved to her side. The next thing she knew, they were kissing, his hands were in her hair and she had a hand on his chest. She kicked off the boots and pulled up her dress so she could sit astride his lap. He kissed down her neck and tugged her coat off, his hand going under her jumper and stroking her breasts through the silk of her gown.

She exhaled with pleasure, starting to slowly grind against his hips. She reached for the waistband of his trousers and he helped her with his belt. He made a soft moaning noise as she fumbled with the buttons at his fly and found her way downwards. His lips brushed her shoulder, pressing kisses where the neck of her jumper was stretched to the side. A brief cough escaped him, puffing against her skin. He muttered an apology and she murmured a sweet assurance as she began to stroke him.

“Wait,” he said breathlessly. He pulled her arms upwards and guided the jumper off over her head. She pushed his coat off him and made quick work of the buttons of his shirt, tugging that off too. He urgently shed his shoes and trousers as she stood and slipped off the silk gown revealing a satin bra and knickers with mother-of-pearl buttons.

He watched her hungrily as she slid out of the knickers and climbed back onto the mattress, guiding his pants off his hips. They kissed tenderly and she settled down on top of him, hips rising to meet hips. He made that same low moaning noise and she felt her body jolt with pleasure, hands roaming through his chestnut curls.

He made love to her urgently as the sound of bombs echoed outside. They moved together, breath increasing to gasps. His nose was running freely and he briefly sniffled and pressed it against his own shoulder to rub it. She kissed his neck and felt the expanse of his chest press against hers as he took a sharp breath. His body shuddered under her as he sneezed a restrained outburst, clearly trying to keep the explosion minimal.

Ngh-GHXT!

She moaned involuntarily as the spasm thrust him against her.

“Fuck,” he groaned under his breath. “Sorry.”

“Please,” she gasped. “Oliver!”

He sniffled thickly and then resumed with vigour until they both lay panting and shivering on the bed. He looked utterly exhausted but there was a smile on his lips. She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“You sweet thing,” she whispered. “As if you weren't exhausted at the start of the evening.”

She slipped out of the bed with a blanket around her shoulders and found his shirt and socks and underthings on the ground.

“Best put at least your socks on before you drop off entirely,” she said tenderly, helping him dress before they both slipped under the quilts again.

She woke at some ungodly hour to the sound of nose-blowing and the roar of the 'all clear' siren. From feel, she could tell Ollie was sitting up in bed, straining to clear his nose with his sodden handkerchief. It was pitch black in the shelter and she had no idea how long they'd been asleep.

She managed to find the matches and lit a candle. Oliver sounded dreadfully congested and by the dim light of the single candle, she could see his nose was red and angry-looking at the edges.

“Oh, love,” she said, leaving the candle on the bedside table and climbing back under the quilts next to him. “How do you feel?”

He exhaled noisily.

“Rather poorly, I'm afraid,” he said hoarsely. “I hope for your sake it's not catching.”

She squinted at the wristwatch she kept wrapped on the bedpost. It was half-past four.

“It's still early but there's the all-clear. Do you want to get rugged up in my bed upstairs or stay here.”

He folded the handkerchief and tucked it at his side, snuggling back down beside her.

“That answers that,” she said, tucking his head against her breast. She stroked his hair and planted a kiss there. “Try to get some more rest, darling. I'll take good care of you.”

#dustyfic #snzfic

[shannygoatgruff]

00:00:13

Genre: Social responsibility

Pairing: Alex Høgh Andersen/OC

Warning: Language, racial slur, prejudice, mention of the YouTube video

Rating: M+18

Header by: @flowers-in-your-hayr​

For: @xbellaxcarolinax​ - thanks for lending me an ear and encouraging me to continue writing this story

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on something I saw that evoked a feeling in me. I don’t know Alex or that guy in the video. I don’t own the rights to use him or anything else in my story. I’m just going off something out there on the internet that I wish wasn’t ever there for me to have to write a story about in the first place.

A/N:  So, I don’t know if this is the right time to post this story or not, but it’s been weighing heavily on my heart for some time now. During one of my many Alex rabbit hole stalking internet searches, I came across this YouTube video of him from a few YEARS ago that made me feel a certain kind of way.  Admittedly, I went through a ton of different emotions.  I made a bunch of excuses for him.  I tried to justify him being drunk, young, being from a different country...not understanding his actions.  As a black woman, I was saddened, and a little heartbroken, but I truly don’t think there was any malice behind it.  I think it was just poor judgment on his part. But, in the end, I came up with, he’s a grown man and as a public figure he needs to be more responsible.  

I am in no way trying to sway anyone’s opinion of him, turn you against him, make you seek the video out or anything else.  I just needed to speak MY truth and get my feelings out about the situation. I’ve been the black girl in too many interracial relationships and friendships with people that just don’t get it. I am in no way trying to offend anyone - these are just my feelings.  I just needed an avenue to speak out.  

Anyway, it didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted it, mainly because I was in my feelings, but I think it’s close enough.      

I’m still an Alex fan and he could get it, at ANY moment...just say the words, Boo!  😍

I invite your comments, thoughts, and feelings...if you just wanna talk, feel free to hit me up.  I’m always open to a good discussion.

With that, 

Be easy!

Thirteen seconds…Nia Howard could do a lot in 13 seconds.  For almost 10 minutes, she had been timing herself to see exactly what types of tasks she could perform in that amount of time.  

In 13 seconds Nia could lace her brand new blue and white checked Chuck Taylor Converse tennis shoe.  She was careful to lace the shoe so the strings were only threaded on the outside of the eye-loops, creating one thick solid line across the bridge, hiding the string feeding into the next eye-loop inside the shoe, just like she liked them. This was a trick she learned in Mrs. Hamilton’s 7th grade Math class, and she had been lacing her shoes that way ever since. 

13 seconds was all it took for her to guzzle 10 ounces of the Dasani water bottle sitting on her desk. She probably could have slammed more of the water down her throat, but she wasn’t that thirsty to begin with. Had she been parched, or had it been something that she wanted to drink, she was sure she could have gotten more than 10 ounces down in that amount of time. 

Nia also discovered that she could refill the liquid nicotine and change the filter in her vape, as long as everything was laid out in front of her, in 13 seconds. She was also able to screw the tank back together, but not put the tank back on the battery base before the timer went off.  That part still took her an additional 3 seconds.  Hmm. 

In 13 seconds, she was able to remove the back of the picture frame, take out the photo, and run her thumb over the glossy paper.  It took less than that amount of time for all of the emotions of the day to come flooding back to her as she stared at their first family photo. 

It had snowed at least a foot that day.  But there they were, outside sitting in all of that powder, freezing. Nia, her boyfriend, Alex, and their then 8-week-old Siberian husky, Vlad.  He thought it would be artistic.  She thought it would be cold.  Vlad thought it was fun, running around in snow deeper than he was tall.  But they were still smiling; they were happy.  They were in love.  

Alex was wearing his favorite navy blue The North Face snowsuit, that he had zipped up to his chin. You could only see the side of his pale face, with his cold red cheek, plump pink lips, and those dark lashes covering his incredible blue eyes.  The rest of him was so bundled up, he looked like the abominable snowman.  He loved the cold and the snow.  Growing up here, these snowy days in Denmark were nothing to him.  Nia, however, wasn’t quite as used to it.  It snowed on the East Coast of the US, but not like it did in Denmark.  Her pink and white snowsuit was more for fashion than warmth.  Sitting in the snow in between Alex’s legs, she was freezing and couldn’t wait for them to finish taking pictures.  

However, his arms were warm around her, and though his lips were cold against the side of her face, she could feel his warm breath tickle her ear as he laughed and told her how much he loved her.  She had leaned against his chest and noted how well her pink and white outfit matched his blue one.  Only her dark brown skin made a contrast against the snow and Alex’s complexion, but she still looked as if she belonged.  

She sat with her feet flat on the ground, knees drawn toward her chest bringing their brown and white puppy, the perfect mix between their two tones, closer to the two of them.  While her head leaned into Alex’s kiss, her eyes concentrated on little Vlad in her lap. She had him turned so the camera could capture his one blue eye and one brown eye, while she gently caressed their fur baby, drawing him in for a kiss on his soft, furry head.  

Could they be any cuter?  They were the perfect family.  They were a good looking couple with a good looking dog.  

Thinking about the day that photo was taken quickly made her mind drift back to the first time Alex told her he loved her. She could vividly remember how he grabbed her face and leaned in for that kiss.  The way he pressed his lips to hers, and how it set off every nerve in her body.  She remembered the way her heart fluttered and how she thought she was going to float right out of her skin. But when he pulled away and looked at her with those blue eyes, he grounded her and brought her right back to the spot where he was. When his eyes shifted between hers, desperately searching for some hint that she felt the same, she knew from that moment that he was the one for her.  That entire encounter, the weightlessness, grounding, feeling his eyes look through her and hearing his heart speak her name, couldn’t have taken more than 13 seconds. She was sure it happened all at the same time.

With everything she timed, 13 seconds seemed like it passed in the blink of an eye.  It was manageable if she had a task to complete, but by no means was it a significant amount of time.  So why did it feel like an eternity, each time she watched that damn video clip?  The more she watched it, the longer it became.  That damn 13-second video clip brought out of her a new set of emotions each time she viewed it.

At first, it was shocking.  She couldn’t register anything she saw because she was too surprised at what she saw. The only thing she could process was the feeling of, Huh? 

So, she watched it again, and this time she did so with a goofy smirk on her face. The smirk was the smirk of embarrassment. Embarrassment for her, for him, for them... for not knowing how to feel.  

She had to sit with it for a few minutes before she could watch it a third time. Instead of just jumping right into again, she decided to go back to the original email and reread the message.  She had been so put off by the video that she forgot what it was that she was being asked to do about it.

When she clicked back on the email from her office and skimmed the contents she could only shake her head. Did they actually expect her to handle this?   Really?  She was a publicist.  His publicist, but come on.  This was asking a bit much, no?  There were 14 other people in that damn firm that could have handled this, even if Alex was her client.  He was still a client of the fucking firm. What was she supposed to do?

Without thinking, she put her thumb to her mouth and started biting the cuticle around her new French manicure.  She had been doing so well with that, too. She only bit or picked at the cuticles on her nails when she was nervous or angry – that’s why she made sure to keep her nail appointments every two weeks. She didn’t want to have ugly cuticles on freshly designed nails.  Now she just wasted 264 DKK.

By the third time she watched the video, she went numb.  She couldn’t tell what she felt, all she knew was her mind wouldn’t let her feel anything.  A million different thoughts and emotions swirled around her, but none of them actually hit her, yet. The best way she could explain it was akin to having an out of body experience.  It felt like the glass desk she sitting at was getting further away from her while her laptop screen continued to get smaller.  She started to see the room she sat in as a person watching this scenario from somewhere else, and as long as she wasn’t directly connected to it, she could continue to disassociate with it. Instead, she could only sit there, with her mouth open, staring blankly at this distant laptop screen, unable to process what the fuck she just saw.  

There were no words. No thoughts.  There was nothing.  Only the feeling of adrenaline coursing through her veins and the sound of her heart breaking in a million pieces, as 13 seconds altered the course of her world.  

Ten minutes had to have passed before Nia clicked the replay button on the YouTube video to watch the clip for the fourth time.  She was in a better place now.  She had gotten up, got a drink of water. Practiced a bunch of things she could do in 13 seconds.  She had refocused.  She could watch it now and deal with it with a clear head. She wasn’t sure how many times she had watched it before – it hadn’t registered. She was still in shock from that initial viewing. But, she needed to watch it again because she had to dissect it.  

Placing her chin in her hand, she didn’t give a fuck if she was transferring her Mahogany Shape Tape foundation and Cocoa Bean Black Radiance pressed powder on her palm.  Fuck the papers that were going to be stained from the makeup transfer.  That was a gripe for another day - black women that wore makeup always had issues with the transfer.  It was the plight of the beauty revolution.  She’d fight that battle another day.  Right now, there more important things to deal with. 

Where the hell were her earphones?  She needed to have the audio go directly into her ears.  There was no time to have the sound filter throughout the loft’s office and possibly get distorted. She needed every word to go directly from the computer, in her ear, and into her brain for immediate translation. Maybe she missed something. Maybe she misinterpreted it. Yea…that was it.  This was on her. It had to be, right?

Plugging in her Beats headphones, she placed them on her ears and turned up the volume on her laptop.  She took in a deep shaky breath and hit the replay button for the fourth time. 

Nope, she hadn’t imagined it.  It was still the same.  He was still having fun, hanging out with those same stupid fucking people.  He was still talking in that same drunken tone.  He still thought everything was so fucking funny and laughed at every fucking thing.  

Why did he do that laugh?  It was laugh he used when he was really tickled.  The one that he accompanied by clapping his hands because he was genuinely amused. It was that laugh that she loved the most.  It was that laugh that made her laugh too, usually.  It was that laugh that brought tears to her eyes.  

What the fuck was he thinking? When was he going to learn? There were so many of these kinds of questions she wanted to ask, but did it matter? Did he ever really have to answer them?  It was always going to be different for him for so many reasons. The question was, did she want to stick it out and deal with it?  

This wasn’t the first time he had done something so irresponsible, so insensitive. She knew it wouldn’t be his last.  The problem was, he never seemed to understand why it was a problem.  Quite frankly, she tired of trying to be his teacher.

Just as she sat the headphones back on the desk, she heard the key in the front door lock.  She didn’t want to deal with him right now. She needed more time to digest everything before she talked to him, otherwise, this wasn’t going to be a productive conversation. 

Nia was not the type of person that liked to argue, let alone, have a conversation when she was angry.  Her words were always carefully weighed, and she very rarely said anything out of anger. Hurting someone’s feelings, being misunderstood, and saying something that she would later regret were things that she tried to avoid.  It wasn’t that she was non-confrontational, she was just reserved, that way.  She didn’t grow up in a house where people yelled or used words to hurt each other.  She didn’t believe in doing that, and she wasn’t going to bring that into her relationship, no matter how passionate Alex could get about a situation.  But the way she was feeling right now, all bets were off.  

“Hallo, Vlad.  Have you been a good boy?” She heard his voice from the hallway rise an entire octave as he addressed their 10-month-old Siberian husky.  She could tell by the way Vlad whined and his paws scratched against the hardwood floors that he was jumping on up Alex.  All of that money they were spending on dog training and Alex was still letting Vlad jump on him. Nia shook her head in irritation.  “I missed you, too, boy.  Where’s Mama, huh?” 

Nia remained frozen to the spot.  She did manage to reach for her vape, on her desk, and noticed how the muscles in her neck and shoulders shook with tension.  Taking a few deep breaths, she tried to unclench her jaw.  She just needed a few more minutes to herself.  If he could just go upstairs, or in another room and leave her alone, she would be able to talk to him about this later. But, knowing him, that wouldn’t happen. 

He would keep pushing and pushing until he found out what was wrong with her and before she knew it they would be in a fight.  A fight that she would be actively participating in.  

“Babe?” He called out, making his way across their loft.  His voice getting closer to her office door. “Hey, babe,” he awkwardly raised his hand in greeting, to accompany his words, followed by his thousand-watt smile. “I got us cheesecake from a new bakery.  Casper speaks highly of them.”

Nia looked at her boyfriend and she could feel the hot sting of tears forming at the back of her eyes. Immediately, she dropped her gaze, not wanting to address him or the situation at the moment.  She managed to nod slowly as she continued to work her now jagged cuticle.

To the rest of the world, Alex Høgh Andersen was the model, actor, and photographer that walked on water, ate bullets, and shit ice cream.  He was the sexy heartthrob that had over a million Instagram followers.  The guy that couldn’t post a picture of taking out the trash without it being sent over 5 continents and 35 countries in a matter of minutes.  He had over 2,000 fan sites, and countless fan fictions written about him…fans adored him the world over and he was only 25. He was fucking perfect.  

To Nia, he was just her Alex.  Her clumsy, silly boyfriend, who never put his clothes in the hamper and always left the toilet seat up.  He was the guy that loved to cook but never cleaned the dishes.  He was the one that was always singing or beat-boxing or banging on something trying to make music.  He was always tried to make people laugh.  He was loud, goofy, and drank too much. He smelled awful after a workout and had the messiest bed head when he let his hair grow.  He sometimes smacked when he chewed and always talked with his mouth full.  He was a clown, but he meant well.  He was sweet, and thoughtful and always treated her like she was the most important woman in the world.  

Nia never had one reason not to trust him...until now.

“Baby,” he took in the expression on her face and rounded the glass desk to where she was sitting.  Kneeling in front of her seat, he turned her swivel chair to face him and took her hands in his, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

She raised her eyes wide and looked at a place on the bookshelf, right over his left ear. Refusing to look into those beautiful blue eyes of his and lose her train of thought.  She felt the sweat start at her top lip, something that always happened right before she was about to cry, but she fought the urge.  

“Alex,” she tried to keep her voice steady, but she was pumped full of adrenaline and emotion so it shook involuntarily, “what the fuck?” She pulled her hand from him and turned her laptop toward him.  Hitting the play button on the YouTube video again, she played the 13-second clip for him.  

Alex watched himself, drunk as hell, outside of a night club in Ireland with friends.  He asked his friend to do part of a skit from one of his favorite comedians.  He knew exactly what was on this clip.  He’d seen it, and still thought it was funny. “What’s wrong?”

Nia didn’t say anything, she just let the clip play.  Alex’s friend, Danny, this clout chasing, promoter fuck stood in the shot with him.  Out of Alex’s mouth came the line from Kevin Hart’s Seriously Funny Comedy routine, “Go night, night, nigga?”

He had said it low as if he was talking to Danny, asking him to perform the line from the stand-up.  So what does the little hanger on do?  Danny, who is black, does a really bad, really loud Kevin Hart impression for Alex and the camera, “Go night, night, Nigga!”  

Alex then comes back in the scene and repeats it and they all laugh because it’s so damn funny.  Alex disappears from the screen because he’s laughing so hard, but Danny is still there, shit-talking about having a big dick.  When Alex returns, the two of them end the video with a rousing chorus of “Alright, alright, alright…”  

She didn’t say anything to him, she just looked.  She searched his face for some sort of understanding, some kind of recognition. Something.  But when he turned back to face her and all she saw was confusion she felt her shoulders drop and the first fat tear roll down her face. “Wow.”

“Honey,” he lifted a brow, not quite sure what his crime was.  He knew she didn’t like Danny, but he hadn’t even seen him since he was in Ireland last.  It had to have been a few months. “This was months ago,” he reassured her, with his Danish accent punctuating his English words, “I know you think I drink too much and you don’t like to see me drunk.  It’s no good when it goes viral.  But, we were just fooling around.  It’s nothing to cry about.”  He cupped her cheek in his hand, hand brushed away her tear with his thumb.  His blue eyes moved swiftly between her brown orbs.  “Where did you even find this?”

“Your fucking manager sent it to me, Alex.  They want me to fix this shit.  I’m supposed to make all of this go away.  Me...your fucking black girlfriend - I have to make this racist bullshit you pulled go away.”  She should smack him.  She should.  It would be justified, right? “How in the fuck am I supposed to do that when you think being drunk was the fucking problem with this video?”    

“I’m not a racist,” he said with genuine shock, “I don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t. You never do.” She got up from her chair, suddenly needing to distance herself from him.  “Why do I always have to be the one to educate you?  You are a grown man.  I shouldn’t have to explain this shit!  You DON’T get to say that word, Alex.  EVER.” She pointed a well-manicured finger in his direction, “It’s hurtful.  It’s hateful.  It’s ignorant.  And coming from YOU, it’s fucking devastating.” 

He was confused. What was she so upset about?  What exactly had he done wrong?  Turning around in his place, he slowly stood up and leaned against the desk.  Legs outstretched, arms folded across his chest in a defensive position he could tell that his girlfriend of three years was upset. Not just the regular run of the mill upset, either.  Something he had done had really bothered her.  

“Nia,” he breathed her name with a smirk on his face, “I think you’re making way bigger a deal of this than it is.  Danny was there, he didn’t care.  If I had said something bad, he would have told me.”  He pleaded with his face for her to trust him on this, it was all a misunderstanding.  “We were just joking. Besides, I didn’t say the bad word – the one with the other ending.  I changed it. We were just doing the part from the Kevin Hart comedy.” 

“Alex,” she straightened her posture and spoke very clearly so that he could understand her.  There was something in the way that he was dismissing what she had said to him that was really rubbing her the wrong fucking way, “You are not Kevin Hart.”  She did not crack a smile when he did.  She kept her face stoic and refused to drop his gaze.  “You are not black.  YOU don’t get to use that word, or any variation, thereof.”

Rolling his eyes, Alex relaxed his posture and lifted his face toward the ceiling. Is this what he came home for?  He could have still been hanging out with his friends for all this.  At least they wanted to have fun tonight.  It was a Friday for crying out loud, was this how they were going to start their weekend?  It was the first one in months that neither of them had to work.  They had been planning this weekend for forever, it seemed. They were supposed to be Netflix & chilling, drinking wine, having breakfast in bed…nowhere in their itinerary were they supposed to be fighting over a stupid joke.  

Alex’s hand covered most of his face, as he rubbed his eyes and tried to gather his thoughts. He didn’t want to argue.  He wanted to change out of his hoodie and jeans, and get into some comfortable sweats.  He wanted to feed Vlad and cook dinner with her.  He wanted to eat in front of the TV while they caught up on this season of How to Get Away with Murder, which they promised each other not to watch until they were together.  “Jesus, Nia, why do you always blow things out of proportion?”

“Why do I.. I’m sorry?  Do I always blow things out of proportion?  Really?” She looked around the room as if he were talking to someone else, “Are you fucking shitting me, right now? Blowing shit out of proportion?  Why do you always have to be such an insensitive prick?”  She watched as he threw up his hands and walked out of the room mumbling under his breath.  “Yeah, say that shit in English, Alex, since you have such a grasp of the fucking language.” 

God, she was doing it.  She was doing everything that she never wanted to do when she argued.  She was speaking out of anger.  She losing the point.  She didn’t have one anymore, she was just mad. “Really…I don’t know who the fuck you think you playing with, but I am not the one.”  

Taking off his jacket and throwing it on the couch, Alex turned around to face his girlfriend.  He paid particular attention to the way her chest rose and fell when she was heated like this. He had always thought she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, but now her anger didn’t match her beauty. “I don’t know what your problem is, Nia, or what you think I did, but I told you, it was a joke.  All of this, it’s not fair to take it out on me.  You owe me an apology for starting on me for no reason when I just walked in the house.”  

He flopped down on the couch and leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose.  He could feel a headache beginning right between his eyes and he knew it was from tension. 

“What part of this don’t you understand?  You offended me. You offended black and brown people all over the fucking world, thanks to YouTube.  I don’t have to apologize for shit.  You and your little fucking troll friend need to be apologizing!” She started walking around in a circle, she felt just that crazy at the moment. 

Nia looked over at the corner to Vlad.  His blue eye and brown eye lowered to the floor in sadness, as his parent argued. Her heart broke for their baby, but it couldn’t be helped. “Obviously your manager thinks this is a big fucking deal if they sent this shit to be fixed.  Alex, you can’t go around offending people.  You are in the public eye, whether you want to be or not. You have fans that are from every walk of life - do you know how many of them you just insulted? You need to be more responsible for your actions and the shit that comes out of your mouth.”  

“Nia, I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal.  I hear that word a hundred times a day. It’s not a problem.  It’s in every song. It’s on American TV…Danny and your brother-in-law call me that all the time.  I’m not a racist.  I’m in love with a black woman.”  He found himself raising his voice because no matter what he was saying, she didn’t seem like she was understanding, “One time,” he held his finger up to emphasize his point, “I do a part from a comedy that I like, with my black friend, and you lose your damn mind.”  

“What the fuck, yo?” Was she going crazy? She tried to inhale clean air, and exhale the poison before she spoke, however, it wasn’t helping.  All she could do was rub her temples. “Danish, American...it doesn’t fucking matter does it?”

“What doesn’t?”   

“Your privilege?” She rubbed her temples slowly and tried to crack her neck. “I’m gonna say this real slow so you can translate it into whatever the fuck language you need to understand it.  I don’t care how much trap music you listen to. You don’t get to say that word. I don’t care if you know the words to every Kendrick Lamar song.  You don’t get to say that word.  I don’t care how many black friends you have. You don’t say that word.  I don’t care what my brother-in-law calls you, or me, or the man in the moon.  You don’t say that word.”  

She got closer to the couch and bend down so that he could hear her.  Barely opening her teeth to speak, she made her point crystal clear, “And I certainly don’t care if you are fucking me or a 100 other black girls, it doesn’t make you black.  You still don’t get to say that word!”

“Oh my God, Nia! It’s a fucking word.”

Was she talking to herself?  Was he that clueless?  Where there no words in Danish that meant anything like it?  They had racism all over the world, surely there was a word in his language that used to oppress another culture to the effect that that word had been used to tear down black people, but black Americans especially.  Nia didn’t know what it meant to other black people, she could only tell him what it meant to her.  

“Do you know what’s like to have no identity, Alex?  Do you know what it’s like to still be referred to as the term they used when they listed you in catalogs to be bought and sold like an animal?  It was no different than saying the word ‘cow’ – it was a word to describe cattle. That’s what an entire country thought of people that look like me.  For no other reason than the color of my skin.”  She couldn’t stop the tears from pooling in her eyes.  She was so beyond mad that her voice was eerily quiet.  “Those people didn’t do anything to deserve it.  They were just born next to the equator.” She shrugged her shoulders in defeat.

“That word stripped men of their role in the family and made some impotent and others were turned into bucks that were only good for breeding…it broke them. It made women broodmares, whose job was to have babies to keep plantations going.  Families were sold apart no different than how Vlad was taken from his mother because he’s a dog.” She pointed to their puppy hoping that he would understand, “They thought it was okay to do that to my ancestors because of that word. Alex, I don’t care how much you hear that word. When you say it, that’s what it feels like to me. That I don’t exist.  That Nia doesn’t exist. That I’m no different than Vlad. But, here’s the rub - in all the time we’ve had him I have never once heard you refer to him as a dog.  But now you used the word nigga, and you think it’s funny.  So, I have to wonder now, how do you describe me?”

He was dumbstruck. 

He didn’t mean any of that when he said it.  It was a joke.  It was an homage to Kevin Hart.  It was fucking funny.  He understood that she was hurt, but he didn’t quite get why she was hurting. “I see that this hurt you. I’m sorry about that.  It was not my intention.”  He reached out to touch her and retrieved his hand when she pulled away, “If it was wrong, why didn’t Danny correct me?”

“That little fucker?” God, she hated him.  “Because he set your ass up and you’re too fucking stupid to know it.”  She didn’t mean that.  She didn’t want to hurt him just because he had hurt her.  But she was tired of telling him the same thing over and over again. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that little bastard is not your friend?  Do you remember how we met?  The drunken video he posted of you doing the Haka dance that ended up all over the internet? Do you remember how I had to spin that shit to save your career?”  She rolled her eyes and stood up from the couch. “Whenever you pop a bottle, that little clout chaser is always right there with a fucking camera.”  

“He’s not like that, he’s my friend.”

“He set your ass up! It’s a game, Alex!  Black guys play it all the time.  See if you can make your white friend say the word. Only, I’m surprised he didn’t punch you in the mouth afterward.  Cause that’s what they’d’ve done in the States.  But maybe things worked differently in Ireland.”  

“Whatever,” Letting out a frustrated sigh, Alex resigned.  

“Right. Whatever.” Walking back into her office, she slammed the lid closed on her laptop before throwing it and a few files into her work bag. “Un-fuckin-believable.”  She left out of the office and sat her bag on the floor by the door before she walked across the hardwood floors towards the stairs. “Move, Vlad,” she said lovingly rubbing her big four-legged baby on the head.  

Vlad made no intention of moving as if he was purposely trying to stop her from ascending the stairs.  Instead, the dog looked at her, then back at Alex, before turning his gaze back at her. “Vladimir, honey, I need you to move.” She watched as her 50-pound defiant child laid on the bottom step and put his brown and white head on his paws. “Fine,” she said, skipping a step to climb over him and made her way up the rest of the stairs, rolling her eyes when the dog followed behind her.

Alex followed behind them and stood in the doorway of their bedroom watching as grabbed a handful of items; a t-shirt, toothbrush, and hair scarf. This entire argument had been blown way out of proportion. Now she was leaving?  “Baby, where you going?”

“Away from you.”

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[thesecondcircleofkel]

Unconventional Assurance

Shinsou x Reader

2.1 K

Request: “Can I request Shinsou dating a short girl with thick thighs and gets subconscious about her butt and legs in a two piece because she all the other girls tall and slim at the beach and he comforts her? NSFW please!”

Warnings: NSFW, cunnilingus, mild dubious consent because of Shinsou’s Quirk, but it’s nothing too egregious 

Notes: I am so sorry that this took so long to get out T.T

It was an awful thing, having all of your imperfections suddenly shoved right into your face, but unfortunately, it was also unavoidable in some instances. You desperately wanted to cover yourself up, regretting the swimsuit you were wearing, wishing that you had grabbed a T-shirt and some shorts instead. All those other girls on the beach, bikinis clinging tightly to their skin, all tight-bodied perfection with just the right amount of curves in the right places- you could hardly even imagine how you compared to them.  

It made your skin crawl, the nausea in your throat bubbling and growing stronger by the second. God, you wanted to leave so badly. This had been a horrible idea and you were really kicking yourself for coming up with it. Surely Shinsou wouldn't question it if you wanted to leave already. He didn't seem like much of a beach-goer anyways, so he'd probably be overjoyed to get away from the sand and overbearing heat.  

You looked over to where he stood at your side, his own eyes gazing off into the distance and searching for a place to set up for the day. You quietly muttered his name, low enough to where only he would hear you. The last thing you needed right now was to attract any more attention to yourself. Shinsou barely turned his head towards you, his eyes immediately dropping to where your arms were crossed tightly over your chest. You looked so small right then, as if you were trying to fold into yourself and out of existence, to hide from everything. The discomfort was evident on your face, and his own face scrunched up in frustration because he knew exactly what the problem was, the déjà vu of the situation so strong that it was practically slapping him in the face.  

He didn't say anything, just grabbed you by the wrist and started pulling you towards a wooden shack that sat far away from the shoreline and any prying eyes. It must have been used as a changing room once, but a newer, larger building had taken its place a while ago, leaving the shack untouched and abandoned most days. It still had a lock, though, a lock that Shinsou immediately flipped once both of you were past the door. He leveled his stare at you once more, waiting for you to say something instead of just standing there and practically trying to cower away from his sight.  

When it became clear that that wasn't going to happen, he let out an exasperated breath, head turning to the ceiling and eyes closing as he realized how difficult this was going to be. You'd argue against everything that he said, say that his every compliment just came out of pity, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that seemingly endless conversation yet. But then again, maybe it didn't have to be a conversation. Not a two-sided one, at least. That would certainly make his life easier right now, you being forced to listen to him without the ability to argue back. It may have been a bit underhanded, but Shinsou never claimed to play fair.  

"Y/N, what's all this about?" 

A rhetorical question, but it got the job done. You immediately started spouting off reasons why you wanted to leave, but your list was cut short, barely making it past the first item before the words caught in your throat and your eyes went blank. You were probably screaming at him in your head right then, but thankfully he wasn't a mind reader, and he wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste, either. 

"When are you going to learn, Y/N?" 

It should have made you bristle, that admonishment that he had no business giving, but the way that he looked at you when he said it...it would have made you back away if you'd been able to move, but instead you were stuck there, only able to watch as Shinsou stalked towards you, his eyes only leaving you briefly to flicker behind you. 

"Turn around and walk until you're in front of the mirror." 

You could have punched him. The last thing that you wanted to see right then was the sight of your own body, although Shinsou was certainly trying to worm his way into that standing. It wasn't like you could disobey, though, and you soon found yourself staring into your own eyes, their blank gaze almost disorienting. Shinsou moved behind you, his head appearing over your shoulder before he bent down to brush his lips against your neck. The feeling of it was so light, and when coupled with the way that his breath gently flowed over your skin, it made your whole spine shiver with little anticipatory sparks. 

"How many times do we have to go over this, Y/N?"  

His voice seemed to roll right through you, leaving nothing but heat in its wake, a heat that immediately started to pool right between your thighs. Shinsou's hands gently pressed against your hips, lightly kneading the flesh there as he stared at your reflection in the mirror.  

"Absolute perfection." 

He gave your hips a light squeeze to punctuate his statement.  

"All of it."  

He trailed his hands lovingly over your stomach, briefly brushing against your lower belly as if he was going to move further down, before he suddenly changed his trajectory so he could instead cup your breast.  

"Every single inch of you is perfect, Y/N."  

You could feel the dampness gathering in the crotch of your swimsuit, and it only got worse as Shinsou's thumbs started to circle your nipples, making the peaks slowly grow taut before he added his forefingers to the mix and gave them a light pinch. It wasn't nearly hard enough to knock you out of his control, but it certainly made you wish that you could clench your thighs together, desperate for any sort of friction in the area that Shinsou had yet to touch.  

"What do I have to do to prove that to you? My words don't seem to do the job, no matter how much they rile you up." 

He brought one hand up to trace a finger along your lower lip, his gaze trained to your face as he seemed to contemplate his options.  

"I could fuck you right here in this dingy little shack, that might help to prove my point. Mm, but then you might not be able to walk out of here properly. We wouldn't want anyone to know what we were up to, now would we?" 

You wanted to argue with him, to tell him that he was wrong and that you didn't care if anyone knew. You'd beg him if you had to, anything to make him touch you where you needed him the most, anything to get him to make you come. He seemed content with the way things were, though, you at his mercy and unable to do a thing as he teased you. Finally, finally he trailed back down your body, his hand moving right into the bottom of your swimsuit so his fingers could trace along your soaked lips. 

"So wet. Do you want me to make you come, Y/N? Would that help you to understand my point? Will that be enough to make you go back out there and enjoy yourself?"  

He couldn't have expected an answer from you, and it almost seemed like he was contemplating something as he continued to ghost his fingers across you, just barely pushing them past your slit and lightly brushing against your clit. You would have sobbed at that barely-there touch if you could have, but again, the ability was robbed from you, bound by your lover's Quirk.  

"I'll make a deal with you, Y/N. Feeling how soaked that sweet pussy of yours is has me feeling a bit parched, so I’m going to make you come with my tongue now, and if you're good when we go back outside, I'll fuck you as soon as we get home. That sound good?" 

Again, it wasn't like you could answer, but he pretended like you could, humming in agreement before placing one last kiss on your neck. He moved your arms until they were braced against the mirror in front of you, also spreading your legs and canting your hips back towards him. He used that opportunity to grind his own hips against you, letting you feel the proof of how much this was affecting him. Taking care of that proof hardly seemed to be his priority, though.   

"Eyes forward and don't look down at me. I want you to watch your own face as you come." 

With that he slid down between your legs, maneuvering your swimsuit until your drenched heat was exposed to him. You couldn't see him, he hadn't allowed you to, but you could feel his breath ghosting across your lips, and it made every muscle in your body want to clench with anticipation. He only teased you a bit at first, just trailing his thumbs along your outer lips, running them through the wetness that had already spread there, but when he finally, finally ran his tongue along you and then swirled it around your clit, every bit of frustration that you felt towards him dissipated.  

He continued to lap his tongue against you, groaning at the taste of you, and one of his arms snaked its way up your torso, his hand lightly running over your breast until your nipple hardened enough for him to feel it through your suit. Once he found it, he teased it with his forefinger, not using enough pressure to jar you out of his control, but his light touch was still enough that you would have been whining had you been able to use your voice. He teased your nipple in time with his mouth, running his finger over it every time his tongue moved over your clit, and even though you had no control over your body, you could feel your core throbbing thanks to Shinsou's treatment.  

Heat was searing in your belly, and whereas you would have been moaning your lover's name, the dressing room was only filled with the wet noises of Shinsou devouring you, the unmistakable squelching only spurring your body on as it spiraled closer and closer to orgasm. Shinsou teased his tongue around your opening, the thumb on his free hand running along your drenched slit before moving to your clit, and once it started to circle the engorged bud, he thrust his tongue inside of you, finally, finally snapping you out of his Quirk. You immediately let out a scream of ecstasy, your nails sliding against the mirror as you scrambled for purchase. You were tempted to look down, to try to see Shinsou as he fucked you with his tongue, but you were also afraid to disobey his earlier order, afraid that he would pull back and tease you all over again if you did, or even worse, not let you come at all.  

So your eyes stayed on your reflection in the mirror, the hooded gaze staring back at you somehow both familiar and foreign. That same gaze widened as the pleasure that had coiled in your belly pulled tight, and when it finally snapped, your mouth fell open as you cried out, your upper body lurching forward so you could support yourself against the mirror. Your knees felt weak, shaky as Shinsou continued to work his thumb against you, the groan that he let out when your walls constricted around his tongue echoing through you. You keened at the overwhelming stimulation, but even when he finally pulled his thumb away from you, his tongue continued its wake, no doubt trying to capture all of the sweet nectar that your orgasm released.  

With a content and satiated hum, Shinsou gave your clit one last kiss, causing you to shudder as he stood back up. His hands found their way to your hips again, his thumbs circling and massaging against your skin as you panted and slowly came down from the orgasmic high that he had given you.  

"Better?" 

"Mhm." 

"Good girl. I'll give you a minute to calm down, but we're still going back out there. Don't forget my promise, Y/N." 

How could you, when your body still tingled from the taste of that promise that he had given you? You hardly had the faculties to compare yourself to anyone again, anyways, because it was hard to focus on what the other people on the beach looked like when you were so focused on the bliss that waited for you.  

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[snakeboistan]

‘Cause You Had A Bad Day (You’re Taking One Down)

AKA: A Nagisa-Centric Sick Fic

Pairing: Nagisa x 3-E (platonic)

Today was not Nagisa’s day. Not at all.

It all started when he woke up that morning feeling like he had been hit by a freight train that was coming at him at full speed. Groggily, he blinked open his eyes to find his forehead covered in a glistening sheen of sweat covering his forehead and a giant boulder that he could not see had him pinned down onto his bed. With strenuous effort, he had rolled over, planted his feet onto his bedroom floor and clutched onto his bedside table to help him stand up - and then almost fell over backwards because of how his head spun from the movement. He had dragged his feet towards his bathroom and his reflection in the mirror above the sink would’ve made him gasp if it weren’t for the woodpecker drilling in his cranium and the raw scratchiness of his throat. His normally porcelain white face was flushed pink and his eyes lacked their usual brightness. Oh god, of all days for him to get a fever, it had to be on the day they had an English test. Well, at least it was Friday so he’ll have the whole weekend to sleep it off. He was then overcome by a feeling of dread as he threw himself before his commode, retching and emptying out the contents of his stomach - which already felt unnaturally empty to begin with. Groaning in despair, he fumbled an arm above him to flush the toilet and flip down the lid so that he could rest his head on it’s cooler surface as he breathed deeply.

‘This is the worst,’ he lamented, noticing how his body was currently shivering despite the heat of the early morning sun, ‘completely defeated by a stupid fever. And I’m supposed to be a trained assassin. How the hell am I supposed to kill Koro-Sensei if I can’t even stand up properly or think straight.’ With a hefty sigh, he pushed himself upwards, blinking rapidly as he waved his arms about to steady his shaking legs. ‘I bet Karasuma-Sensei doesn’t let something as small as an illness stop him from doing what he does. That man has like no chinks at all. I can’t afford to skip, not with my grades. If I don’t want to let him and everyone else down, I’ve got to act as normally as possible. I’ll be a liability if my sickness drags me down and the last thing I want is to burden my classmates. An assassin should be able to overcome anything and shouldn’t get in the way so that’s what I’ll do. Hopefully, it’ll get better later.’

Once he had dressed himself in his usual school clothes and tied his hair into his usual pigtails, he slung his bag over his shoulder and headed off to school, choosing to skip breakfast and not pack himself lunch with the hope that the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach would die down if he didn’t eat anything. What followed was what Nagisa would describe as the worst walk to school he had ever undergone in his entire life: his throat was dry, tongue parched, body weak and every noise he heard only amplified the throbbing in his head. His insulating clothing felt suffocating, his black tie practically holding his neck in a choke hold, and he knew the heat he felt radiating off of him wasn’t due to the fact that it was nearing summer. 

“Hey, Nagisa,” Sugino called, somehow materialising out of nothing, “what’s up.”

Nagisa tried not to jump from shock. Normally he would’ve been able to hear his best friend from a mile away, would’ve been able to discern the tell-tale thuds of the taller boy’s favourite sneakers against the concrete and sense his presence before he could’ve said a word. It was common knowledge in their so-called ‘Assassination Classroom’ that sneaking up on Nagisa is about as difficult as getting Fuwa to go twenty-four hours without referencing a manga - his ability to observe his surroundings and everyone in them was one of the few things he was actually good at. To make up for his current lack of observational skills and his tinted complexion he hastily threw on a smile and greeted, “Oh, hey Sugino. Nothing much. How are you.”

Sugino narrowed his eyes at the shorter boy as Nagisa mentally congratulated himself for stringing those words out coherently. With a raised eyebrow, he replied slowly, “I’m fine, thanks. Are - are you okay, dude.”

“Of course I am,” he laughed, somewhat nervously, “why wouldn’t I be?”

“You look a bit… tired.”

“I am,” he sighed, “I stayed up a bit late to study for that test we have today. I guess I was kind of pushing it with my sleeping hours, huh.”

Sugino looked at him for a second before stating, “sure.”

Sensing that Sugino was going to probe into something that he really didn’t want to discuss right now (or ever), he continued, “hopefully I studied enough. I mean English is my best subject so I’m hoping for at least an eighty-five percent.”

The sceptical look was washed off of his best friend’s face as his features softened into the usual fond smile he wears around the bluenette, “I’m sure you’ll ace it, man. I know how hard you work. You’ve just got to watch out for those spelling errors, right.”

“Right,” Nagisa echoed with a half-authentic grin, whilst in his mind he castigated, ‘you can’t let your guard down like that, idiot. You saw the way Sugino looked at you. You’ve got to get better at hiding this before you inconvenience the entire class and mess up their day. God, mom was right - I really am a burden. Just spend the rest of the day like nothing’s wrong and hopefully this will go down.’

Unfortunately for him, his pain only got worse and every step up the E-Class mountain made him feel like his calf bones were being split open. It was a considerable effort for him to remain upright as he conversed with Sugino, and his sweat-slicken body made his shirt stick to his skin in the most uncomfortable way possible. His muscles were screaming at him, begging him to stop what he was doing and to just collapse into a heap on the forest floor but he continued to trudge along the path towards the classroom at the top. He could do this. He’s used to hiding his emotions. He’s spent years mastering the art of concealing what he truly felt, surely he could last seven hours - even if they were under the watchful eye of a superpowered octopus, a government agent, one of the world’s top assassins and twenty-six assassins in training.

Upon entering the classroom, he gave his usual greetings, whilst narrowly avoiding any direct contact with any of his classmates lest they feel his unnaturally high body temperature, before slumping onto his seat.

“Hiya, Nagisa,” Kayano chirped, as bubbly as always, “how are you doing?”

Nagisa looked up and hoped that the weak smile he gave her did not resemble a grimace at all, “I’m fine, thanks. How are-”

He was interrupted by a smooth voice, “you sure about that, Nagisa? ‘Cause you’re looking a little on the red side.”

He swiveled his head around and immediately regretted that particular action as his migraine worsened. Karma, who was standing next to Kayano on the adjacent side of his desk, had on his signature smirk but the look in his eyes was calculating. He huffed out a laugh, “I’m fine, Karma.”

“Really?” the redhead raised an eyebrow, “because you look like the walking dead.”

“I just didn’t get enough sleep last night, that’s all,” Nagisa argued, tone a tad bit on the defensive side, “I was so caught up in studying for today’s test that I only got like five hours.”

“That’s not good, Nagisa,” Kayano admonished with a gasp, “you need to take better care of yourself, you know. Studying is important but so is your health.”

“Yeah, I know,” Nagisa mumbled with his head down.

Great, it’s only been like two minutes and I’m already making them worry.

“Besides,” Nakamura chimed in with a grin, “you’re great at English. You were one mark away from me in the last test we took so you shouldn’t worry so badly.”

“That’s what I told him,” Sugino said, “but he’s Nagisa. He just has to worry about something.”

They all traded fond looks as Nagisa let out nervous chuckles. It was then that his stomach constricted sharply. He quickly excused himself with a squeak of ‘bathroom’ before fleeing the classroom, unaware of the narrowed golden eyes that followed him.

Once he was locked within the cubicle of the building’s lavatory, he was quick to once again empty out the contents of his stomach, thanking every deity out there that he arrived early so his discordant gagging wouldn’t have been heard by their teacher with his enhanced senses. It was then a lightbulb when off in his head as he mentally slammed a palm against his forehead. Zipping open his schoolbag, he fumbled inside before drawing out a bright red first aid kit. With a sigh of relief, he opened it and grabbed a bottle of ibuprofen but then his hope dissipated when he capsized it to find it empty. Oh, right, he gave the last few pills to Okano the other day when she was complaining about her menstrual cramps and he forgot to go to the pharmacy to buy more. ‘Dammit, Shiota. What if someone else needed those. Your classmates could be in pain and you would’ve been useless in helping them.’ Despairing at his fate, he flushed, got up, washed his hands and made his way back to his classroom, wrapping his arms around himself to hide his shivering.

Entering the room again, he was met with concerned looks from his peers. Giving them a comforting smile, he walked as confidently as he could with the little energy he had back to his desk, ignoring the eyes that he felt on him. Luckily for him, before anyone could speak, they all felt a gush of wind whoosh through the classroom and in a blink of an eye, their homeroom teacher stood before them.

“Good morning, students,” he called out cheerfully, “I hope you all are ready for your test today. I know that it’s the last day of the week but I’m sure that each of you will be able to power through. Now, I can see that everyone is present but why don’t I take the register anyways as you boys and girls try to kill me, alright? It will be a perfect warm-up exercise to get you all pumped for the day.”

And with that, their class’ school day began as it always does; with Koro-Sensei holding the register and calling out names whilst dodging bullets at Mach 20. Even in extreme agony and lethargy, Nagisa could only find amusement in that as he aimed and fired, whilst simultaneously doing all he could to not let the abnormally heavy gun slip from his grasp. When roll call was over, he could only tell that his fever was getting worse as he was hunching down to grab the stray anti-sensei bbs that lay littered on the floor. He knew that he should probably tell Koro-Sensei that he wasn’t feeling well, that he could use some medicine that he knew that the octopus could get in less than a nano-second but doing so would draw attention and alert the others and then everyone will know how weak he is, how he can’t handle his own immune system, how he is unfit to be an assassin. Or even worse, they’ll be concerned;  they’ll fret and worry over him and lose focus, make mistakes that could cost them, their billion dollar yen and the fate of the Earth. He could ruin everything. So it’s best to keep quiet. Even when his throbbing head feels like shutting down and his skin is on fire and there's enough sweat covering his body to water the tulips in the E-Class garden.

Fortunately, he was able to complete the test to the best of his ability. It was a comprehension assessment and it wasn’t too challenging for him, which was good because he was able to put more effort in keeping his head up than he planned to. Unfortunately, however, his theory of the fever getting better was horribly horribly wrong. If anything, it became worse, if that was even possible: His stomach twisted sporadically every time he took a breath, the cave of his mouth and the empty vessel of his oesophagus stung like they had been rubbed raw and so every painful swallow only increased their pleas for water (he had finished his bottle and he was not going to be asking to borrow anyone else’s), he could feel the build-up of perspiration along the outline of his shirt under his arms (he was so glad that he wore a dark waistcoat to school) and he could see the way his hands would shake no matter how hard he tried to suppress them. It was already the second period of his five-period school day and so all he had to do was last three more lessons and he can go home and hibernate for the rest of the week. He had no idea how he was going to survive Physical Education with the military training exercises that Karasuma had them doing for the past three days. He hoped and prayed that they wouldn't be sparing because that would require contact and fast moves and there’s no way he’d be able to hide anything then.

He didn’t have to wait that long, however, because he was found out by period three.

After spending their break acting as normal as possible without drawing attention to the way every single cell inside him ached and groaned as well as the fact that he was without his usual breaktime snack, he walked into the classroom, ready for their science lesson. Today they were going to do a practical (something about reactions or something, honestly he couldn’t concentrate at all at this moment because his mind was so hazy and he was currently too busy trying not to cry). He turned to Sugino, his regular partner in science, before Karma swiftly walked in between them.

“Yo, Nagisa,” he said, “wanna be partners.”

Nagisa blinked at him before looking around him to meet Sugino’s eyes. The baseball lover only shrugged and then walked away to pair up with Kanzaki. With the way he and the redhead shared eye contact as he left, Nagisa was sure that the two of them were planning something for once the twisting of his gut was not due to his current affliction.

“Uhh, sure,” Nagisa agreed, half because he has a problem with saying no and half because he was sure that even if he did refuse, Karma would still pair up with him anyway.

“Great,” the taller boy grinned.

As soon as the class had set up the apparatus and began their experiment his conjecture was confirmed as Karma had stated, “so what’s with you?”

Nagisa almost dropped the textbook he was holding, “huh.”

The other boy scoffed, “don’t play dumb, Nagisa. There’s something wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong, Karma.”

“Oh really. Then explain why you didn’t eat anything during break today-”

“I wasn’t hungry.”

“-Or why you look like you’re about to keel over any second.”

“I told you. I stayed up too late.”

“- Or what that little trip to the bathroom was for.”

“I had to use the bathroom like any other normal person. I didn’t realise that I had to tell you the purpose of everywhere I go. And what’s with all of the questions?” Nagisa didn’t mean to sound so defensive or snappy, not to one of his best friends who he knows is only looking out for him. He knows that that’s how Karma is; whilst Nagisa approaches problems with caution and care, the redhead goes on with a complete offensive attack - assaulting with blunt words and hard facts to break you down. He doesn’t believe in the roundabout way, he’s always direct and wants things done at the time. His ability to get what he wants is one of the qualities in the other boy that Nagisa admired, but right now it was a pain in the neck. He felt cornered and trapped and something inside him, the viper he could feel curling around in his unconscious, was ready to lash out and bite and that’s the last thing he wanted.

“Hey, no need for that tone,” Karma held up his hands, “I was just asking. There’s no harm in that, right.”

Nagisa let out a sigh, “you’re right. I’m sorry for snapping. It’s just that I really just want to get on with this.”

“I still think you’re hiding something.”

“Karma, I’m trying to read the instructions. You’re kind of distracting me.” (it’s not like he was able to read the words anyway, they all seemed to blur into one big smudge of dancing black on the page)

“Why can’t you just say what’s wrong. What’s the big deal.”

“Karma.”

“Just go ahead and say it, Nagisa. What are you so afraid of.”

“I - I,” he sighed wearily, dropping his shoulders, “I should get another test tube. We’re missing one for the experiment.”

“Nagisa,” he could hear Karma calling him but he ignored it as he speed walked to the front desk to grab another piece of apparatus. It was on his way back that he could feel his stomach give a lurch. His heart was racing as the pain in his head had reached a new intensity. His stomach dropped and he felt apprehension crash over him.

‘Oh no,’ he thought as his hands began to shake.

His surroundings started to lose focus. The floor was swaying under his feet.

No, no. Not now. Not in front of everyone. 

His head felt light. So so very light.

‘Come on Nagisa, one more step,’ he urged before his eyes rolled. He could faintly hear the sound of glass breaking and horrified shouts of his name before the world went dark.

…..

The first thing Nagisa noticed when he came to was that this was not his bedroom. His eyes opened after steady blinks, and the first thing he found himself facing was a blur of different colours that he was sure didn’t belong in his house. Once his eyes adjusted themselves and focused properly, he recognised it as a notice board with lots of paper pinned onto the multicoloured backdrop. Then he realised that his forehead was covered with cold water, probably from the ice pack that he found lying on the floor next to him. It was when he heard the soft clicks of a computer’s keyboard that he registered that he was in the teachers’ lounge. With a gasp, he sat up on the row of chairs that had been pushed together to form a makeshift bed, the softness under his palms made him realise that a pile of blankets were thrown on to make him more comfortable. Karasuma, who was the one that was using the computer, turned around on his chair to face him.

“Nagisa, you’re up. How are you doing,” he asked as he stood up and walked towards him with a bottle of water, “we were all very worried.”

“Uhh,” was his coherent reply.

“Here, this will make you feel better,” the man said, holding out the bottle as well as a small white tablet. When Nagisa reached out to grab them, he found that his right hand was wrapped around in a bandage. He blinked at it in shock, “when you fainted, your hand landed on some glass. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll inform your classmates and the target that you’re up and I’ll be right back.”

Nagisa watched as Karasuma left, and continued to observe the door for a few seconds before looking down at the uncapped bottle. He threw his head back and downed it hurriedly, yearning to relieve the pain in his throat. It didn’t do much since he still felt like just begging god to just finish the job and get it over and done with but he appreciated it regardless.

“OH NAGISA, I WAS SO WORRIED!” Koro-Sensei wailed as he appeared before him with medicine boxes, books on fevers, and five bottles of water, “WHAT A TERRIBLE SENSEI I AM TO BE UNAWARE OF MY STUDENT’S SUFFERING. THE SHAME. AH, I HOPE YOU CAN FORGIVE ME FOR BEING SO CARELESS.”

“Koro-Sensei, please,” Nagisa said, “it’s not your fault. I was hiding it because I didn't want anyone to know.”

“Bu-but why,” his teacher asked, sniffling, “as your teacher, it’s important for me to be aware if you’re not feeling well. OR AM I NOT APPROACHABLE ENOUGH FOR YOU TO UNLOAD YOUR WORRIES?”

“No, no,” he replied quickly, “I just - I just don’t like people knowing when I’m not feeling well, that’s all.”

The octopus paused. Slowly he said, “why’s that Nagisa? Do you think that your classmates will treat you any differently if they knew?”

Nagisa looked down and mumbled, “it’s - it’s just that. Well, we’re supposed to be assassins, Sir. I don’t think trained killers let themselves fall back just because they’re not well.”

“Nagisa,” Koro-Sensei’s voice was stern but still held his kind and gentle tone, “you are a valuable member of this class. Every single one of your peers consider you an asset, an ally and a friend. We all look after each other here. We are all striving towards the same goal. Together. As students and as assassins, an important aspect of life is to be able to work as a team. To carry on through your strongest and lift each other up at your weakest. I see you looking out for others. Why won’t you let others look out for you?”

“I just didn’t want to be a burden, “ Nagisa whispered, “I thought I could deal with it.”

“Nagisa, you are not a burden. You have a burden. A burden that you have no need to carry on our own. I know this may seem difficult to you, but please: next time you find yourself in a situation where you can ask for help, don’t be afraid to.”

Nagisa looked up and despite the wide smile on his teacher’s face, he knew that the octopus was serious. He nodded.

“Wonderful,” Koro-Sensei beamed and clapped his hands, “now, I’m sure that the others would want to see you so I’m not going to keep them waiting any longer.”

“About time,” Karma said as he walked in.

“Were you there the whole time?” Nagisa asked as Koro-Sensei gasped theatrically.

“Karma, I thought I told you to wait in the classroom.”

“I know,” Karma smirked, pulling up a chair and sitting on it, “but the thing is that I didn’t want to.”

“WHY DO YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME!?”

“Uhh, Sir?” Nakamura popped her head in, “are you going to leave or not because the rest of us are waiting.”

With a cry of despair, the teacher left the room. Nagisa turned to face Karma.

“I-,” 

“You okay,” Karma asked, cutting through the apology that Nagisa had at his throat, “and don’t you dare lie.”

“I’ve been better.”

“God, Nagisa. Why did you try to hide this? You scared the c**p out of everyone. It would've been funny to see Terasaka lose his s*** if it weren’t for the fact that you were lying on the floor, bleeding and not responding to anyone. Did you know that you had a temperature of 40°C?”

“I’m sorry, Karma. I didn’t want everyone to freak out, I swear, that’s kind of the reason why I didn’t tell you guys anything. I just -” he was cut off as his migraine increased and his stomach flipped. His wince and groan of agony made Karma’s eyebrows furrow.

“You good? Do you want to rest more?”

“I - yeah. I think that might be best.”

“Alright then,” Karma pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it, “rest all you want. I’ll make sure no one comes to bother you.”

…

The rest of the day continued with his classmates coming to check on him, even after school was over: Sugaya had made an A3 sized get well soon card and the entire class had signed it, Fuwa decided to help him go to sleep by reading a manga to him like a bedtime story, Sugino and Kayano berated him for hiding his illness before hugging him, Hara offered him some soup to help him feel better, Hazama offered to use a spell to ‘expel the sickness and other evil entities’ from his body (he was quick to decline that), most of the girls were fussing and doting over their ‘kind of little brother’ and were quick to do whatever he wanted to help him get better (especially Yada, who actually had experience with looking after her sick younger brother) whilst the boys tried to cheer him up with funny anecdotes. When it was time to return home, Karma and Sugino took turns in carrying him down the mountain and to his apartment (ignoring his protests and reminders that they would get sick), even going as far as to tuck him in and place a bottle of ibuprofen on the bedside table. They left with promises of returning the next day to make sure that he was taking care of himself and as they did, Nagisa couldn’t help but be glad that he had such loving classmates.

#assassination classroom #my writing

[toloveawarlord]

Ch. 1

Characters: Vira, Vlad, Charles, Faust + some main cast

Tagging: @plumpblueberry​

A/N: Have my most recent Ikevamp OC! I realize that I have only posted 2 of my many ocs for this game so I am remedying that with this series! Note that this story is much darker than my other series, and will have adult content (next chapter and forward) and descriptive violence and gore, possibly even torture. It’s dark my friends.

WARNINGS: 18+ Violence and Descriptive Gore

 Metallic warmth coated her pale lips and slipped passed to spread across her tongue, like finding a single droplet of water after a century in the blazing heat of the desert that left her achingly parched. Stiff limbs regaining their ability to feel as the blood coated her throat, slowly giving life to that which had been rendered inanimate for an inhumanly amount of time.

Golden eyes opened for the first time in too long, unfocused, and blurry but the sight of simply the crumbling concrete ceiling of the mausoleum made her tingle with excitement. Her tongue slithered past her cracked lips to swipe away the last bit of blood that stained her red.

“Easy, Vira. You’ve plenty of time to regain your strength.”

Her lashes fluttered, words unable to escape her mouth that refused to work, too weak. The only thing that her voice could make was raspy, guttural laughter from deep within. Resurrected by Vlad, not her own father, boded well for her to return to Paris and paint it a gloriously deep crimson.

What fun would she soon have with this newfound freedom from eternal, restless slumber.

******

“Uncle Vlad, I’m grateful that you resurrected me. I’ll assume my father has no idea you’ve found me,” Vira sat upright on the slab of stone that used to be her resting place, the small vial of blood drained completely into her body and giving it the strength she once lacked. Though not blood related, the girl had spent so much time with the older vampire that she’d grown quite fond of him as part of her family. After all, he had been the one to side with her, believe in her, and allow her all the fun her heart desired.

The white-haired vampire extended his hand to her as his head shook in answer to question. Of course, her father couldn’t know of his plans to bring the child back, or he’d surely have hidden her body somewhere less likely to be discovered. “My apologies that you had to endure such cruel torture from him, and that I couldn’t rescue you sooner.”

Vira placed her dainty hand in his, accepting the assistance in standing. The amount of blood given to her not near enough to quench the painful thirst of a century without that vital nectar. Golden eyes flickered to the two lingering by the entrance to the mausoleum. “Can I drain them?”

“We are vampires ourselves, under Lord Vlad.” The taller one spoke with gruff and disdain. Though stories had been told of this wicked vampire, the priest found her lacking of the pedestal that he’d perceived her to be placed on. A dainty little thing, perfect for experimentation.

“So? Blood is blood, and I’m terribly thirsty.”

Vlad tightened his grip on her hand after the first malicious step she took toward them. “Faust, there’s no need to antagonize her. And Vira, darling, refrain from killing what’s mine or I’ll have to punish you.” The point pushed by the pain from the bones in her hand nearing their breaking point.

The girl gave a resigned sigh with a pout on her lips. “Breaking my bones isn’t necessary, Uncle Vlad. I wouldn’t do anything to harm those that you are fond of. All you need is to tell me.” Her head tilted to the side and the pout disappeared, slipping into a crooked smile. How long it had been since she last felt pain. Truthfully, it sent a shiver down her entire body to be on the brink of such an excruciating feeling. “Although, even if you say I shouldn’t visit my dear father, I won’t be able to resist. I owe him a little chaos for leaving me here.”

Flashes of that night arose from her deepest memories. Hours upon hours of dripping crimson blood onto the floor, not from her doing but spilled from her body. A rancid smell as the feeling in herself faded into a sedated, comatose state. By his hand.

Vira took in a deep breath once outside the crusty mausoleum that sat atop a hill far outside of the city of Paris. Land owned by the oldest vampire families and the burial ground for their beloved pet humans and outcast members that had been subjected to the same punishment that had befell her. Some especially dangerous were encased and hidden for none to discover.

The chilled wind crept over her form as if welcoming her back into the world with it’s harsh, frigid bite against pale skin. Leaves rattled in the trees like a fanfare. Moonlight reflecting in golden orbs shimmering with newfound purpose and an ungodly lust for the taste of human blood. It thrummed in her ears, even from this distance. A world of delectable decadence in the unsuspecting town that the vampire wished to indulge herself in.

“I’ve prepared a room for you at my home, whenever you’ve had your fill of fun tonight.” Vlad chuckled at her longing expression. First, she’d feed on a handful of unfortunate souls and then pay her visit to his longtime friend before scuttling home to him. Her mood would surely be lifted after this excursion and he could speak of his plans.

Vira adventured out into the night, like a grim reaper descending on the innocent townspeople out only to drink and be merry. Picking them off one by one, the little sheep falling prey to the frightfully starving wolf. The throbbing of their veins as her sharp fangs pierced their corroded paired with the thumping of their rapid heartbeat only drove her to find more humans to drain.

The struggling fizzled out, even the strongest of men unable to overpower the slight vampire. Pinning them against the rough brick wall of the alley, digging her knee into their stomach to keep them steady. The bite causing them to spiral into a state of surreal pleasure even as she gulped down their delectable, warm blood.

Golden irises reflected in their fear-stricken eyes. Her tongue sliding across crimson stained lips. Vira spent time with them, bringing them down from their high with a snap of one of their bones, only to sink in her fangs again to mask the pain with unbelievable euphoria. A shiver snaking down her own body. Their cries of pain and pleasure so delicious.

When their life ebbed away, she disposed of them by letting their bodies crumple to the ground, left in the dark alley to rot with the trash.

In a hazy state of ecstasy, Vira turned her sights on the mansion outside of town. Her strength fully returned; color brought back to her pale skin. Perhaps by morning, she’d dye the sky the same deep crimson that stained the streets of Paris.

The door unlocked. Quite dangerous, but it only proved that he believed no ill intent would come this far. What did vampires have to fear from weak humans? Vira took a deep breath. Fresh food of all varieties, a handful of lesser vampires gathered closely, and him.

Her hands trembled in anticipation. The prospect of destroying the picturesque evening and seeing how he’ll react. Will he be angry? Or maybe she’ll get a real treat and see utter despair and heart break. Her body was alight with tingly eagerness.

Once upon a time, she’d resided in this very mansion. Walking these halls, seeing little changes save for the gaggle of lesser vampires leaving their scent heavily over the house, it ignited the desire to watch it burn and crumble.

Tugging the door open, all the attention fell onto her. The eight seated around the table wearing varying degrees of confusion across their feature. Neither of the two who knew her were present.

What fun!

“Mademoiselle, how did you come to find this mansion?” The butler asked, hiding the deeper question behind a feigned smile. Why did you enter without permission? A human. His scent strong enough to wet her mouth with appetite that should have been filled after the jaunt in town.

Her desire for blood never truly satiated. Vira brought a lazy smile to her lips. Humans were less intimidated by friendly demeanor, weren’t they?

Maybe just a little...

“I shall inform M. Le Comte of an unexpected guest.”

Vira halted, head falling to the side at his words. Golden eyes sweeping over the array of utensils perfectly placed for each dish. His steps echoed in time with the beating of his heart.

“Are you a friend of Comte’s?” A gentle voice spoke from beside her. Cerulean blue eyes holding no amount of ill intent, only genuine curiosity.  

She was hot. Every fiber of her being reacting to that name like fiery lava about to erupt from the depths of a volcano. Rage like acid, burning and potent enough to disintegrate anything that dared enter her path.

The large bird awaiting to be carved supplied two tools. A slicing knife sharpened to easily slice the meat, and a two-pronged carving fork to hold it steady. 

They sounded friendly. As if they liked the damn man.

Vira jabbed the prongs down into the blonde man’s hand until it refused to sink further than the wooden table, freshly spilled blood filling her nostrils. Even vampire’s blood could be tasty when was spilled in tandem with pain.

She could hardly enjoy the cry of agony.

Chaos erupted around her, their movements like wading through thick tar in her vision. All drowned out by the pounding in her head. Wrath scorching, like fire lighting in her veins. Narrowed eyes locked onto the butler that nearly escaped her grasp but not quite quick enough. The knife embedded into the inside of his shoulder blade.

“Sit. Down.” Words hissed at anyone who dared to defy the insanity that had waltzed into their home that evening. Golden irises aflame.

They deserved to be hurt, broken, shredded into tiny pieces. Skinned down to their bones, muscles and tendons carved off their bodies. Rip their eyes from their sockets, and force them to devour it, choke on its bloody sinews. 

“Broer!” A foreign tongue roared from beside her. He towered over her small form, his own anger only that of a spark compared to the seething rage that radiated from the girl.

Vira caught his arm as his elbow thrust into her chest, drawing her ire upon him. Her strength far outweighed any lesser vampire. Like the snapping of a twig, she twisted his forearm back. The sickening crack of the bone breaking into two pieces wasn’t the end.

It didn’t satisfy her at all.

As the man sank to his knees in absolute agony. Her foot slammed into his side, leveraging her to pull the broken limb taught. “Would you like me to rip it off? I wonder which will give first. The mangled bone or the shoulder. Let’s find out-”

“Stop this madness!” Blade pressed against her throat; the soldier spoke with such authority he managed to gain her attention.

Her head lolled back, black, and red strands of hair falling away from her face. A devilish grin on her lips. “Are you planning to slice open my throat if I don’t? It’s too bad you wouldn’t be the first to do so.” Releasing the man like a child dropping a toy they’d lost interest in, Vira shifted her body to face the newcomer. 

The tip of his blade digging into her shoulder, intentionally done by her. Jade green eyes narrowed, standing his ground against the girl. “You’ve no place in this home.”

Wide-eyed, Vira burst out laughing, the sound off put by the whining and groaning of the three indisposed men. He’d only confirmed what she suspected that he had locked her away like an ill-kept secret, a skeleton in his closet that he planned to hide for the rest of eternity. “You aren’t his family. You’re his pieces on a chess board, pawns to be used to cure his boredom of immortality.” 

She shoved the sword away with her palm, letting it cut into her skin. The feeling of pain sending a shiver over her being. Calculated steps, quick and unread, the pureblood had the man shoved against the wall. Fangs sunk into his neck.

Whatever he may be, his blood unlike anything that she’d tasted previously. Not fully human, but not quite vampire, some abomination in between the two species, lost in limbo of life and death. Her eyes rolled back as a moan rumbled in her throat. Every last drop.

A rough hand gripped the back of her neck, throwing the girl away from her prey before she could fully take his life. Her body thumping against the floor, knocking all the air from her lungs. “How rude, Leo. I wasn’t finished.” Her crimson coated tongue swiped a missed droplet off her chin.

“You haven’t changed, cara mia. I thought that Comte had banished you.” Leonardo narrowed his eyes, supporting the weakened soldier who could barely stand.

“Banished? Oh, if only.” Vira climbed back to her feet, brushing her hands together as she checked for any injuries. To her dismay, no broken bones to play with. “But, why ruin the surprise. He’ll admit to his sins in due time. I only came by to say a little hello.” Her gaze swept across the dining hall.

Leonardo shot a warning glance at the others, silently telling them to stay back. He’d witnessed her handy work firsthand, and this had barely scratched the surface of her twisted pleasures. “I’ll be sure to pass along that you were here, Vira.”

“He couldn’t even bother to be here when his precious daughter comes home after centuries? Aww.” A pout set on her lips as she whined, as if all her work had been for naught. She’d craved to see his reaction to her revival. “Do tell him that this is just the beginning.”

She’d savor it another time.

Vira flashed a wry grin at the residents before turning on her heel to exit. Her hand rested on the knob. “Till next time.” She tossed the words over her shoulder with a wink and malicious smirk.

There were so many to play with, it would be difficult to choose.

Ah, but it hardly mattered. Any playmate will suffice. All they need do is bleed and cry out in pain.

Returning to her Uncle Vlad’s castle, her hums echoed down the empty corridors. Her bloodied clothes littered around, like a trail of clues leading straight to the culprit. Her steps light and airy, like a ghost dancing through the moonlight that bathed her pale skin.

High. Hazy. Tingling with desire and need. Her eyes slid closed, replaying the sight of their blood and their pained expressions bringing a soft moan to her throat. The whines and screams, the slicing of her own skin by the sharp blade. It electrified her nerves, leaving her wound tightly and longing for more release.

Golden eyes met with pale green ones.

That will do.

#i love my crazy baby so much #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire fanfiction #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp charles #ikevamp faust #Vira #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp comte #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp theo #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp napoleon

[star-spangled-eyes]

Winner Take All: Part 11: The Talk

This alternate universe fan fiction uses characters created and owned by Pixelberry Studios. Character names, descriptions and likenesses are owned by Pixelberry Studios. The MC, Bragnae Bennett, and story is created and owned by this author.

Book: The Royal Romance (Alternate Universe)

Alternate Universe Theme: Senior Year of College for Drake, Leo, Bragnae and Madeleine in the United States  

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC / Leo Reese x MC (Bragnae Bennett – *pronounced Brawn-yah)

Warnings for this series: NSFW, Adult content, suggestive and strong language, sex

Series Description: Bragnae Bennett sought adventure when she first went off to college. Now, navigating through her senior year, she finds herself befriending two gorgeous guys, Drake Walker and Leo Reese, who engage in a seemingly innocent bet with her during a game of pool that leads to a surprising threesome.

Their intimate evening prompts deeper feelings than they all expected to arise, and Bragnae is suddenly swept up in both of their charms, unique to each man himself. Through the pressures of college, work and maintaining a social life, which man will prevail and win Bragnae's heart?

Master List

A/N: This chapter gets a little sad, but I think you’ll enjoy it.

Warnings for this chapter: NSFW, Adult content, suggestive and strong language

Word Count for this chapter: 5319

Setting for this chapter: Bragnae tells Drake everything.

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Part 11: The Talk

“Hold that thought, Bragnae,” Drake said as he moved to sit up. “I’m gonna grab some water first. You want some?”

She sat up too, reaching for a blanket to cover up with. Her mouth felt dry from all the pleasured gasps he gave her, so water sounded great. “Yes, thank you.” As Drake made it to the door, he bent down to pick up his discarded jeans throwing them on before leaving the room.

Knowing she was about to deliver a blow to their pleasant afternoon, Bragnae didn’t want to do it wearing nothing but a blanket. She’d be vulnerable enough telling him about Leo, and she didn’t want to make it worse. After collecting her clothes, she got dressed save for putting her shoes back on.

Drake came back into the room holding out a water bottle for her to take. As she wrapped her fingers around the cool plastic, his grip remained. He smirked as he pulled her to him for a kiss. “I don’t know why you got dressed. I’m just going to have to take it off you again.”

She giggled awkwardly trying to come up with a believable excuse. “You’re not exactly naked anymore either, which is a damn shame.”

“Yeah, well, I did that for Leo’s sake just in case he was home. We try to keep each other’s dicks out of sight when we can,” he told her as he plopped down on the bed. He leaned back on his elbows taking a swig from the bottle. Drake was absolutely stunning laying back on the bed with just jeans and a bare chest. He could be a model with those muscles and the denim provocatively hanging off his hips.

Bragnae brought her mind back into focus and away from Drake’s abs. She sat down on the bed, keeping her body more rigid than comfortable. It would have been easier and much nicer to just enjoy this moment with Drake instead of ruining it with what she had to say. Feeling parched, now more so from being nervous, she took a drink from the water bottle.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” He reached over and stroked her knee with a tranquil expression on his face.

Clearing her throat, she looked at him, mentally capturing his face this way – happy, calm, devastatingly handsome, and with the utmost affection in his eyes all aimed at her. “I need to tell you something, and it might be hard to hear.”

Instantly, his expression shifted to a cautious curiosity. “What is it?”

Taking a deep breath, she began. “The day after you and I got together to watch the movie – the night I basically kicked you out of my apartment, I hung out with Leo. We met up so he could teach me some self-defense, and then he asked me to go out with him to the club later that night.” As she paused, Drake sat up to be more level with her eyes as she spoke. His brow had furrowed as he listened intently.

“I agreed, so he took me there. We danced and had a good time. And we,” she hesitated again, knowing this next part would disrupt everything they had become. “We had sex.”

“What?” Anger and confusion spread over his face like wild fire. “I thought you told me he wasn’t trying to pursue you. Why did you lie to me?”

“I didn’t lie,” she said calmly. “At the time, he wasn’t.” She didn’t want to leave him confused, so she kept going. “As soon as we were finished, Leo became this different person. He ignored me and treated me like I meant nothing to him.” Although it stung to have to retell this story, it wasn’t nearly as bad as it once was – not now when she had finally forgiven Leo. “He took me home that night, and then I didn’t hear a word from him until the day he walked in here and saw you and me kissing in the kitchen.”

Drake scoffed, looking away as he shook his head in disgust. “Fucking asshole.”

Bragnae was a bit surprised by his reaction to chastise Leo, but it was short lived when he returned an intense glare in her direction.

“So, let me get this straight. I tell you ‘no’ one time, and the next day you run off and sleep with someone else? I didn’t think you were that type of girl, Bragnae.” His tone was both bitter and harsh.

She sat back, somewhat stunned by his assumptions of her. “First of all, I am not that type of girl. I liked Leo, and what happened between us that night happened naturally. I wasn’t just out for sex. Secondly,” she leaned toward him with a confident stare. “You were the one I was hoping to get to know better, but I had no idea why you suddenly seemed uninterested in being with me that night. I know the reason now, and I really wish I didn’t kick you out that night because I wouldn’t have gone out with Leo the next day if I hadn’t.”

“But, Bragnae, it wasn’t as if I told you I didn’t want to see you again. I explained myself and even asked you if I could call you. Why did you think I wasn’t interested?” She could see the hurt in his eyes as he desperately tried to understand her actions.

“It’s completely on me, Drake. You hadn’t called or texted me all day, even after I left you that message telling you how sorry I was for making you leave.” Drake opened his mouth to speak, but Bragnae continued her story quickly to cut him off. “I know your mom and sister came to visit you. But because of past relationships, where I had to endure mind games from immature boys, I figured you were ignoring me and playing those games too. We weren’t exclusive and I had no idea what your intentions with me truly were. So, I allowed myself to go out with someone else who had expressed clear interest in me.

“That didn’t mean I stopped liking you. I was upset that you hadn’t called.” Bragnae looked down at her lap, and fidgeted with the cap of the bottle. “I felt a connection with Leo that night, but then he ditched me and it… hurt very badly. I wanted to tell you when you took me out to dinner, but I couldn’t talk about it yet. I was devastated. I knew I wanted to be honest about this before you and I moved our relationship forward, but I just needed more time. And I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner.”

He looked at her incredulously. She could see him contemplating something and waited for him to speak when he was ready. “So, if he wanted nothing to do with you, why was he there to save you the other night?”

“Well, after he saw you and me together, he had a change of heart. He wanted to speak with me a few times after that, but I essentially told him to fuck off each time. The night I was attacked, he showed up at Mikey’s to talk to me again.”

“What the fuck did he want to talk to you about?” His gaze was intense, but Bragnae answered him despite wanting to curl up in a shameful fetal position.

“He told me that he cared for me, and that he was sorry for hurting me.” She pursed her lips together.

“So, he did all of this even though he knew I was with you?”

“Yeah, but Drake—.”

“Don’t,” he said, cutting her off, “…defend him. He knows what he did.” Drake looked away clenching his fist. “We’re supposed to be friends.”

Bragnae felt terrible. And she still had more to tell him. Ending this tortuous conversation seemed so far away. “So, after I told him I didn’t think I could ever forgive him, I later found out that Leo had stuck around the restaurant. He saw me walking home, and kept an eye on me to make sure I got there safely. As soon as he saw the guys chasing me, that’s when he interfered. I was lucky he was there.”

Drake’s hard expression relented, dropping his eyes to the bed as he exhaled a softened breath.

“After he fought those guys off for me, he took me back to my apartment,” a lump of emotion swelled in her throat as she continued. “He helped to clean me up. I was so scared, and he made me feel safe.” She looked at Drake wistfully as tears collected in her eyes. “I asked him to stay with me that night.”

He did a double take before he could actually speak. “Did you do anything with him?”

“No,” she told him, shaking her head. “I didn’t even kiss him. But I did ask him to lay in the bed next to me. I’m sorry. This turned into a huge mess, and I never intended it to be this way. And I especially didn’t want to hurt you.”

Drake leaned forward with his head cradled in his hands. He was silent for a moment, but then turned back to face her. “You said what Leo did to you hurt you so much that you could barely talk about it. So, that must have meant you had significant feelings for him. Do you still have feelings for him?”

She slowly nodded. “Yes.” He looked at her for another second before standing up in a fury, kicking one of his bags on the floor.

Bragnae got off the bed, and gently touched his back. “But I also have feelings for you, Drake. Very, very deep feelings. I care about you so much.” Tears streamed down her cheeks as her hand felt the tenseness of his back.

“I think you should leave,” he told her in a low, defeated voice.

Bragnae took in an inaudible gasp, and suddenly there was a tremendous ache in her heart. Even though she expected she’d have to give him space, it didn’t hurt any less hearing him ask her to leave. She sniffled. “Okay.”

She bent down to put her shoes back on, and grabbed her purse. Digging in the bag, she pulled out his truck keys, and placed them on his desk. He was still facing away from her when she went to pass him. She couldn’t ignore the urge to press herself against his back in hopes to convey the remorse she felt. “I’m so sorry, Drake.” Before he could say anything else, she let go of him and walked out of his room to the front door of the apartment.

Reluctantly, she opened the door and left. Once outside, Bragnae burst into heavy tears, taking her time as she walked down the stairs, and aimlessly wandered away from the building. After taking a minute to let it all out, she calmed herself down. She realized she didn’t have a car to drive home, so she’d have to call for an Uber. But first, she wanted to let Leo know that Drake was now aware of everything. She couldn’t stand the thought of him being blindsided. Retrieving her phone, she found his name and called him.

The phone rang a few times before he finally answered. “Bragnae? What’s up?”

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know I just told Drake about us. All of it.” She exhaled a deep breath waiting for him to respond.

She heard him sigh on the other end. “Oh.”

“I wanted to give you a heads up because he’s probably going to want to talk to you.”

“Yeah, I figured.” He was silent for a moment. “You doing okay?”

His question brought the tears back. “No. Not really.”

“Alright. Hang in there. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Yep,” she said, swallowing to push the hard lump back down her throat. “Talk to you later.”

Bragnae ended the call, taking another big breath. Brushing the tears off her face, she looked to her phone again to arrange for a ride.

“Bragnae!” Drake said from behind her. She turned to see him walking down the stairs towards her. “How are you getting home?”

A little surprised to see him, she couldn’t find the words right away. “I was going to grab an Uber.”

He stood in place, fidgeting with the keys in his hand. “Come on.” He motioned with his head for her to follow. “I’ll give you a ride.”

“Thanks.” She started towards him, but he didn’t wait for her to catch up. She had to hustle her steps to reach him. He didn’t open her door this time, which was a painful reminder of how much she hurt him.

After getting in the truck, Drake started the engine and began the drive to her place. It was a long and awkward ride home. She stayed silent, and so did he. Hugging the purse in her lap, she kept her eyes on the road in front of her.

Drake pulled into a parking spot and threw the gear in park. He sat back, staring in front of him not saying a word. She dared a quick look in his direction before deciding she’d better leave.

“Thank you for the ride,” she barely managed to say as she made a move to open the door.

“Bragnae, wait.”

She carefully looked back at him. His gaze locked with hers.

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around all this. I’m pissed at Leo for what he did to you and to me. And I’m upset that you didn’t tell me before now.” The muscles in his jaw clenched before the rest of his face relaxed. “But I still care about you, Bragnae. I didn’t want you to think I was going to ignore or abandon you because of this. I’m not Leo.”

The tiniest of smiles appeared on her face. “I know you’re not.”

He worked his jaw allowing his eyes time to take her in. “I’m going to need some time to think about everything.”

“I understand.”

“I’ll call you when I’m ready to talk, okay?”

She nodded, and gave him one last look before turning back to the door. Letting herself out of the truck, she turned back to him. Not knowing when she’d see or hear from him again was a horrible feeling. There could be so much of his life that’d she miss out on, and the thought was unbearable. He was only going to get busier with the hockey season starting up in another week, and she hated that she couldn’t be involved in that with him. Not until he was ready.

“Congrats again on getting the first line. I’m really proud of you.”

He swallowed, looking at her with sadness wrapped up in emotion. “Thanks.”

Bragnae shut the door to his truck and turned on her heel to head to her apartment. After a few steps, she heard him pull away. At least he still cared about her, and he wasn’t just going to run away from this. She was glad he was mature enough to want to think this through. That, at least, was good news even if it resulted in him turning away from her in the end.

The rest of the day went by at a snail’s pace. With no homework to do, she zoned out in front of the television. Shows she’d already watched played comfortingly in the background as she sat with her legs held against her chest not really paying attention. Madeleine was working, so the apartment was quiet save for the television.

Even though the afternoon had been hard to get through, she was glad Drake knew everything. She was not someone who enjoyed keeping information from people. It was overdue, and she knew it. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She paused the show, and got up to answer it. On the other side of the door was Leo, and he was sporting a brand new black eye.

Her heart sank. “Oh, my God. Leo. Come in.” He walked inside, and she immediately reached up to cup his face to inspect his eye. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said gloomily before holding up a plastic bag in his hand. “I brought ice cream. We both had a crappy day. Thought you might want to indulge with me.”

“Did you get punched, and then run right out to get ice cream?” She looked at him with a slight smirk.

“Shut up. It’s my comfort food,” he said with a wink and smile. “You want some or not?”

She mirrored his expression. “Yes, please.”

“Grab a couple spoons,” He told her as they walked into the kitchen together. Bragnae grabbed the utensils before joining Leo at the counter atop the bar stools.

“So, what flavor did you get?

“Um, the best flavor. Chocolate Fudge Brownie.” Leo removed the Ben & Jerry’s pint from the bag and popped the top.

Bragnae’s eyes widened. “Ooh. Good choice.”

Leo scoffed. “Look who you’re talking to here. I’m the king of ice cream,” he said, tilting the full container towards her. Bragnae scooped some onto her spoon and took a bite, melting as soon as the delicious taste hit her tongue.

“Ohmigod, that’s amazing.” She closed her eyes for a second to savor the flavor.

“You’re lucky I like you,” he said, lifting his own spoon of ice cream into his mouth. “I just gave you the first bite. The best bite,” he confirmed as he finished swallowing the ice cream. “I never give anyone the first bite.”

“Well, don’t I feel special?” She asked teasingly as she dove in for another round.

“You should,” he smiled, taking another scoop for himself.

Bragnae’s giggle trailed off as she looked at the bruised skin around his left eye. “I’m sorry you got hit.”

Leo shrugged, keeping his eyes on the ice cream as he took his time to fill the spoon. “It’s okay. I deserved it.”

“But you more than made up for it.”

He turned his head to look at her. “To you, maybe. But I selfishly went behind his back to try to convince you to be with me. He’s my friend – I shouldn’t have done that.”

“What happened between you two today?”

Leo returned his attention to the pint, idly digging a crater into the ice cream. “Well, when I got home from the gym, he wasn’t there. So, I took a shower, and by the time I was done, he had come back. We had a stare down of sorts in the hallway at first, and when I started to speak… he gave me his right hook.” Leo used the spoon to point to his eye.

Bragnae felt incredibly guilty. Even though Leo was responsible for some of the blame too, she felt bad that he was punched because of her conversation with Drake.

“He told me I was a shitty friend for doing what I did. And he gave me hell for ditching you that night, too. But I will say this,” he continued, using the spoon to emphasize his point, tapping it in the air. “I’ve been in a fight with Drake before – for some reason I can’t remember right now – and let me tell ya, he let me off easy today. He could have really beat me down. I think it’s because I helped you out with those guys. Or maybe because I didn’t put up a fight. Who knows?”

Bragnae patted his back.

“How are things between you and Drake?” He asked, taking another bite.

She sighed. “I don’t know where we stand.”

“Knowing him, Drake’s going to need time. But despite that, I know he still cares about you. I know he’s not going to want to let you go – no matter what.”

“How do you know?”

“If I was in his position, I wouldn’t want to let you go.” He looked more deeply into her eyes. “I would never let you go.” She felt his words deep in her soul. “What did he say when you told him about us?”

“Not a lot actually. Mostly, he asked questions. I told him everything. And before he told me to leave, he asked me if I had feelings for you.” Bragnae reached for the ice cream, but Leo tilted the top in his direction instead.

“And do you?”

Bragnae rested her arm on the counter, giving him a knowing look. “Don’t you know?”

“I’d like to hear it from you.”

She looked down at her hands. “Yes.” Her voice was almost a whisper, and then she found his eyes again. “For quite some time now. And they grew exponentially after last Thursday.”

Leo’s eyes searched hers for a long moment. His face revealed nothing. Then, he offered the ice cream to her again. She scoffed a chuckle, and dug her spoon in liberating a big chunk of brownie and fudge from the softening chocolate.

“Damn! You’re getting the best bites!” He feigned frustration in such a cute and playful way.

Bragnae rerouted the spoon from her mouth, and brought it to his mouth instead. He looked at her before slowly wrapping his lips around her spoon, taking the bite.

She cocked an eyebrow and smirked at him. “And you’re lucky I like you.”

He smiled as he chewed the delectable treat, watching her the whole time. “Mmmm…delicious.” His sultry tone could have melted the rest of the pint.

The offered bite had caused Bragnae to lean in close to him. As she observed Leo enjoying the ice cream, she became lost in the deep ocean of his eyes before her gaze dropped down to his full lips.

“Don’t,” he told her.

“Don’t what?” Her eyes shot back up to his.

“Don’t kiss me.”

She swallowed. “How did you know I wanted to do that?”

“Because I want to do that.”

“So, why haven’t you?”

He took a deep breath looking at her mouth. “Because I won’t be able to stop if I do. I’ve been craving to kiss your luscious lips for weeks. If I start, even just a little, it will certainly lead to more.”

His words only enticed her further. There was a burning need inside her to press her lips against his – to feel what it was like to kiss him with no barriers between them. He had confessed his true feelings to her, apologized, and atoned for his wrongdoing. A kiss now, after he’d come so far since that night at the club would be different… amazing… renewed.

“Leo,” she whispered. They both stared at each other waiting for the other to proceed. Bragnae felt her heart beat faster as he returned the same desperate look she was giving him.

As the memories of the day rushed back to her – sleeping with Drake and telling him everything, she knew she couldn’t allow herself an indulgence with Leo. Not now. Not when she was upset the way she was. It wasn’t fair to her, or to Leo, or even to Drake. As much as she thought she wanted to dive into his soft lips, she knew it’d be a mistake. At least for now, it would be. She needed time to sift through her feelings of both men, and wanted a clear mind when she finally did kiss him.

Her eyes closed, breaking the tension between them. “I’m sorry.”

Leo blew out a breath he’d been holding. “Don’t be. It’s probably for the best. It’s been one hell of a day.”

“Yes, it has,” she said disappointedly, looking at her lap.

Taking her hand, Leo regained her full attention. She was surprised by his gesture, and yet she was happy he was touching her – to have him hold her in such a tender way.

“You know this already, but I’m going to say it anyway. I want to be with you, Bragnae. I think about you all the time. I care about you so much that it hurts.” He paused to let it sink in. “And if you decide you want to be with Drake instead, it’ll be hard, but I won’t stand in your way.”

Placing her spoon on the counter, she tenderly cupped his cheek. “Thank you for letting me know. I’m going to need time to think about all of it, but I’m so glad you came over. I needed this.”

Leo turned into her hand, placing a gentle kiss on her palm. “Me too.”

~

Two weeks had gone by and Bragnae still hadn’t heard from Drake. She missed him, and hated not being a part of his life. Hockey season was starting up, so she knew that occupied a lot of his time.

She took that time to distance herself from Leo as well. Like Drake, she also needed time to think about things, and remove herself from the whirlwind of having two incredible men vying for her attention. While some might find that exciting, it was more stressful to Bragnae than anything else. She wasn’t the type of person to juggle more than one man at a time, so all of this was new to her.

Having strong feelings for both of them didn’t help the situation. She figured if she gave herself time away from Drake and Leo, she’d be able to have more clarity about who she felt pulled towards most. Drake, of course, was making the decision for her to stay away, but Leo understood that she needed time.

Despite his decision not to speak to her, Bragnae still wanted to support Drake, so she decided to attend his first hockey game of the season. She had originally planned on making it to all of his games anyway, and didn’t want what happened between them to change that. At least she’d be able to see him this way.

Bragnae arrived at the arena where Drake’s game was to take place. She sat in an open seat in the fourth row at center ice. Much like the other rink she’d visited before, there was only one side for spectators to view the game from.

It wasn’t long before the players from both teams took the ice. After the national anthem was sung, the players skated to their positions, waiting for the puck to drop. Drake stood as the right defenseman, which was closest to where she sat. Her breathing quickened at the sight of him as she watched Drake lean his weight on his stick – his eyes focused on the center line.

The puck dropped and both teams unleashed their fury to retrieve it. The Pit Vipers were facing another team with gold jerseys called the Arctic Wolves, and they appeared to be equally matched in terms of talent.

The first period ended with no goals scored. Both teams had fought hard to keep the puck out of the net. After a quick intermission the teams took the ice again. The start of the second period was even more exciting than the first. It seemed both teams had been properly motivated by their coaches and the lack of points on the scoreboard to amplify their skills.

The Pit Vipers worked together to score two goals by the end of the second period. As the buzzer sounded, the team rose from the bench to return to the locker room for one last intermission. Bragnae watched as Drake said a few words to the referee facing in her direction. Just as he was about to skate off, his gaze found her in the audience. He looked at her for a few seconds with no change in his expression. She didn’t wave or nod, she just kept eye contact with him until he turned away to leave the ice.

Now, he knew she was there. She hoped her presence wouldn’t distract him during the final period, but it was nice to feel his eyes on her again. Bragnae killed time during the intermission by using the restroom and playing with her phone. A part of her hoped he’d call her soon after seeing her at the game today, but even if he still needed more time, she was relieved to be able to see him now.

The players took the ice again to finish out the game. Drake and his friend Chuck covered defense as the puck came sliding their way. Chuck gained control of it, and passed the puck to Drake who skated expeditiously down the rink. Drake delivered the puck to another one of his teammates who shot it into the net to increase their score to three. The team celebrated in the corner. Drake had earned an assist with the goal – his first of the season. Bragnae smiled as she cheered for the team along with the other spectators.

The teams continued to battle for the puck as the clock counted down. With only a minute left to go, the Pit Vipers were doing their best to keep the puck out of their end to claim the shut out of 3-0 at the end of the game. The other team’s players dug in and furiously tried to regain control of the puck, but they weren’t successful. The buzzer sounded once more giving the win to the Pit Vipers. The audience stood and cheered as a sea of royal purple jerseys flooded the ice to celebrate the victory.

Bragnae clapped along with the others as both teams showed their sportsmanship to each other on the ice with quick handshakes. As most of the audience started to disperse, Bragnae stood there watching Drake rejoice with his team over the win. He wore a dashing smile that made her heart ache and soar at the same time. She was glad he was happy, but she knew when he thought of her that beautiful smile wouldn’t grace his face.

Before she could work herself into deep pit of sadness, Bragnae bent down to retrieve her purse, and started to make her way out of the row of seats. Reaching the aisle, she walked up the steps towards the door, but stopped when she heard her name being called. She looked over her shoulder and saw Drake at the edge of the rink looking up at her.

Stepping to the side of other people trying to leave, she returned her attention to him. Drake beckoned her with a gloved hand to come closer. Swallowing, she made her way back down the steps to get to him. He opened a latch on the wall, and slid the door to the ice open so they could hear each other better.

He stood with both feet on the ice, but hugged the boards just a foot away from where she was standing. He smelled like sweat and triumph, but she didn’t care. He was allowing her next to him, and that’s all that mattered.

“You came to the game,” he noted, taking his gloves off as he spoke.

“I didn’t want to miss it.” She grinned. “It was spectacular. You played great, Drake. Nice assist.”

He ran a hand through his wet and matted helmet-hair. “Thanks. We worked together, and got it done.”

His warm brown eyes locked with hers, and a chill shot down her spine. He didn’t look at her with the affection he once did, but at least there wasn’t a burning anger or deep sadness in his eyes now as he spoke.

“Listen, I’m going to shower, and get changed. Will you wait for me? I was thinking we could go somewhere to talk if you’re not busy.”

Bragnae drew in a sharp breath. He was ready to talk to her again, and she was more than happy to oblige. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

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                                                                  INDEX

  Chapter 1                       

 Chapter 2                      

  Chapter 3                      

  Chapter 4                        

Chapter 5                       

 Chapter 6                       

 Chapter 7                        

Chapter 8                        

 Chapter 9                        

Chapter 10                        

Chapter 11

                                                PREFACE

This story takes us through a coastline of two sisters, the younger Serena and elder Selena . The sisters lead a hardship life. Serena, as always being interested in adventures, finds vivid patterns on everyday objects near her hut .  Soon due to her hidden curiosity she insists on going to places to find out different treasures and what they meant,    

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                                  Chapter 1: An unusual rock

In the deserts of Africa lived a poor stricken girl named Serena. She lived  with her mother and her elder sister, Selena. She was a genial and amicable girl, who cared about her loved ones. She helped her mom with the day to day chores.

Living in Africa was not an easy task; they could barely make ends meet; they struggled even for a two-day meal. She used to play with glee on her face all day long. She was contented with whatever they had. It was a blazing hot summer with scorching heat during April when she was in search of water. She looked high and low everywhere but could only see dry sand and parched land around her.  

After walking for a mile she decided to take some rest and sat down on a rock. She then saw that the rock had a different pattern on it. She wondered what it meant. Later she tried to move the rock a little bit and found out that the material of the rock was porous and had some ancient writings on it. She wanted to find out more about it so she decided to go on an adventure to the underworld where it led.

She did not let anyone know about what she had found, she went home and had a talk with her mom and sister and came back every day to the same stone. She used to study the stone so keenly that she was also known as the keen eye of the house. She had to find out what the stone meant. Soon she noticed that the rock had a map carved on it. She was exceptionally interested to know the message of the map. The map had a  cross mark on it which mentioned the name “Agrabah'' She thought it would be like the interesting treasure hunt which her mom used to narrate about, but she didn’t know where to start from until she found an ancient box made of wood half-sunk in the sand. On that ancient wooden box, there were depictions of ancient people. There were also multilingual writings which she couldn't understand. Out of curiosity, she opened the box, unexpectedly she found a clue written down on an old sheet of parchment in a language that she could read. She followed the directions given on the old parchment which led her to the lake of Scebeli. There were surely traces of vegetation and Civilisation there. In an enthusiasm to explore more she and her family decide to move towards civilization where there are enough facilities… But there arises a problem in their journey...the map depicted one place where it was completely safe to settle in where they would face no problems. A place full of rich undergrowth was like a dreamland for Serena. She would love to stay there but she couldn't leave her curiosity for the treasure behind. How could she forget the place where she had played, danced and kept wandering around all day long; enjoying the animals and pets? She felt as though it was the hardest decision she had to ever make. She had sleepless nights with various threads of thoughts running in her mind but the thought of getting educated never slipped a centimeter out.

After a lot of contemplation, she still had no idea. She loved learning new things every day, getting educated and being happy was her dream….but her dream also included her family, developing her native land, showing people the luxuries and not struggling like this. She wanted to have  innumerable petitions signed in her name to help her land and her people ...but all this just was not possible without education. Tossing and turning every single night was the only thing she did because she had no idea about the future.

                           CHAPTER-2: Grandpa arrives

 One fine night, when she went to bed, she overheard the conversation of her parents talking about her grandfather coming. He loved history and growing up he had education facilities. It was only after a drought that hit their land that it became underdeveloped. Serena prayed to God every night and decided to tell her grandpa Jonathan about her invention. Soon it was the day of grandpa’s arrival, this experience and thought of whether to tell grandpa or not was nerve-wracking to her. To sum up she made up her mind and decided to reveal her discovery. Her grandpa had mixed and reactive emotions and was quite astounded and dignified hearing this. He was pretty sure that his granddaughter would do something great and beneficial for society. He agreed to help her in finding the treasure. This made Serena delighted. She had so many ideas running through her brain she felt as though she had a brainstorm for a moment. Like making an artificial river; making sure that everyone has access to education no matter what their background was and much more. She believed that everyone should be given equal rights. She wanted to empower women but at the same time evolve the underdeveloped.

She talked with her grandpa the whole day and eventually went to sleep. One thing about her was that she was very bubbly and exuberant. She loved talking round the clock due to which many people loved her, but some people thought that she was annoying, bothersome and got on everyone’s nerves.

The following day, she went with her grandpa to show him the discovery. Grandpa was amazed and told that it looked familiar. He spent a whole night researching, and his efforts ultimately bore fruit. He found out that the map would lead them to an old monastery deep inside the thickets which was middle of nowhere from her venue. The path to the monastery was venturesome with wild woods having thick shrubbery.

Serena decided to take risks for the betterment of their habitation’s future, but she did not want to jeopardize her grandfather’s life. She was in a dilemma. Her mother told her not to go and told her that she could go only if an elderly accompanied her. Her grandpa was the only one. He exclaimed “ Don't underestimate me just because I am an old man. I’m still perky for these kinds of adventures”, laughing .He continued telling when he was younger and older he had gone through so many experiences and also added what life was without risks. Serena still wasn't pleased but agreed. But then came another problem. Her annoying elder sister threw tantrums that she also wanted to accompany. She acted like a little one at this moment. She got everything from her parents and Serena hated that. But deep inside she loved her and would protect her no matter what. But it should've been the other way around. Perhaps Serena was a woman stuck in a girl's body.

    The next day, they packed bountiful stuff, for their mother wouldn't leave them. Their mom started sobbing as they were leaving, but she was proud at the same time. After a lot of persuasions, they finally left. It was a pretty long journey. From foot to bullock carts, to camels, and then again foot. This was tedious. After about a week or so, they reached the charming forest. It was dense and vast. The humidity gave them a different feeling. The monkeys swinging from one branch to another, the mynas and birds singing with glee. The crickets had their musical concert, and of course, the beautiful butterflies flying around and one did sit on Serena's hair, it looked like she had a butterfly clip-on, and later sitting on Serena’s nose. They were being welcomed. It was an overwhelming experience.

          Grandpa unfolded his map, observed the map accurately and demonstrated the way towards the monastery. It was a pretty old map and was about to be mangled. It was perhaps from the 1940s. After a weary journey, they finally reached the monastery. It had intricately carved patterns on it which made it look quite timeworn. There was a board near the monastery which read ‘AGRABAH’

They stepped inside, the walls of the monastery had numerous paintings made by the tribals who had settled there, that also interpreted what they ate, what they wore, what their daily routines were etc... The darkness and cold breeze gushing around made both the sisters feel creepy. Also, a weird smell hit them. Her grandfather consoled them and told them that they need not worry, as he was standing like a wall of protection for them. They had a weird sensation as this monastery was very different from the ones they had been visiting. They marched forward towards the place where the deity was placed.

It was an astonishing view. The way the deity was carved was something special, something vivid from other monasteries. The head was carved from a comparatively different metal or rock in that case. The legs were the part that gave a whole pop to the deity. It was as though it was present but at the same time absent. It was carved in the form of an optical illusion. This deluded everyone. Serena perceived that in between the feet of the deity, there was a bizarre box that had the same pattern carved on the previous one. onfused, she asked her grandpa. But her stingy sister had to barge in, “Grandpa, I am feeling thirsty 💦. I need water now otherwise I’ll get dehydrated and faint . And of course you don't want me to faint right?” with her puppy face. The fact was, there was only one more bottle of water left. Meanwhile, Serena was manipulated by the fascinating adventure   they were going through.

Serena almost drank the whole bottle. Serena wanted to take the bottle and smack it on her sisters head. But she wouldn't do that. She loved her too much. And also her grandpa would reprimand her. So she thought there was no need to do such a useless thing. She continued after her kiddy sister finished drinking. She had to get her hand on the bizarre box. As she was completely impatient, it led her to take the wrong decision. She unknowingly went forward to take the box with the curiosity of knowing what was inside it. She was unaware of the obstacles. The ground had many cracks that were made to trap whoever entered the monastery. Her grandpa saved her from falling into the trap. She promised her grandfather that henceforth she won’t take decisions in haste. Now arrived another problem- how would they cross the hollow space in between and reach the bizarre box? They put their heads together and began to think of an idea. Though Serena’s elder sister had a pea brain, her mind struck with an amazing idea. She exclaimed, “We can probably take the help of the monkeys!”. But their grandpa shouted, “How would we make them understand about our miseries!?” Serena cried out, “Grandpa! I know how to reciprocate with them! I know their language! Playing with pets has been very beneficial for me.” Grandpa added, “Oh C’mon then! Serena, you know what to do, right? Make sure you do not act in haste again or else it would be the end of  the whole thing.” Serena nodded and tried being less scared and more friendly. She was scared for the very first time with animals. That was pretty much sure because she had sensed their ferocity while entering.

Because monkeys are territorial. She tried not busting a sweat from the fear because monkeys can also sense fear. She communicated with them, but the monkeys misunderstood. She tried being as brave as possible but after a lot of convincing them, they agreed to help .The monkeys then came with her. They had noticed a lot of people following a code and entering into the place .They scraped out some old dry leaves to reveal a button that the grandfather and Serena were amazed to see. Selena was in her own world. She had no idea on what's going on. The monkeys pushed the button and then the stone passage was completely covered with a layer of clean and plain cement. “That cleared the obstacle!” exclaimed grandfather and Serena was relieved. They gathered all their guts together and were ready to face a new challenge. Serena then took the path to the box and opened it to find a piece of gold underneath a note written in ancient Swahili. She then went back to her grandfather and together with her sister. They read the note which said that it turned out to be a monastery that was built a hundred years ago by the indigenous people of the forest who would visit it on every full moon day of the month and worship the deity after taking a holy bath in the nearby river. It was believed that by doing all this, their sins would be cured, but there was a difficulty in taking a bath in the river. It was filled with deadly and dangerous creatures and some spirits who would try to harm or kill anyone who bathes in the river. It was believed that only the strongest and the mightiest would be able to survive in the river alive.

It took them a while to read the whole note which made them terror struck for a moment. Grandpa soon understood why there weren't any more people living in this region. First, washing out their sins made everyone believe it blindly. Second, as many people went there, it wasn't clean, it caused many illnesses that perhaps, didn't have any cure. Many people must have died because of these diseases. And because of not knowing the actual reason, people believe this place was haunted and emigrated. Serena and Pa Jonathan had one more task- to find the enchanted lake which washed out the so-called “sins”.

Well now they had to ask the monkeys again. Though they were now friends, as we all know, monkeys are clever and asked for something in return. They didn't have anything. To lure them, they had to find something, perhaps some eatables like bananas. But they really had no idea from where they would get such things. Selena, pulled out her sister who was eating something in a corner, without letting anyone know. Serena spotted this and called out her sister. She pleaded with her sister, who had stolen the box of goods, to give it to her. And after a lot of persuasion, she gave it to the monkeys. The monkeys who were satisfied, swung through the forest and showed them the enchanted lake.

It was nothing like they imagined. It was the cleanest of the waters and there were no horrifying creatures. Perhaps they would have left as there were no people in the forest too. Pa Jonathan, still didn't understand why the note mentioned something else. The monkeys enjoyed their treat and left. The family had no idea what to do now. They spent the night sleeping of the bare rocks. Selena complained the whole time that it was disgusting to sleep somewhere like that. Though their family wasn't rich, Selena was provided by many luxuries which made her a brat. They actually did not sleep, rather they spent time just gazing at those elegant stars in the sky and enjoying the nature around them. After hearing Selena's annoying reprimands, it was finally dawn. Yawning, they woke up and clearly had no idea about what was to be done. They were simply clueless. Yet they were excited to try out something new and go on a new adventure.

Pa Jonathan and Serena were starving….they hadn't eaten anything since so long. They suddenly spotted out a few luscious berries on a tree. The wait was over. They finally felt that they would be having something good. Pa Jonathan tried a few of the berries but soon after, his hand started itching. He was in pain. Serena started freaking out. Selena, for the very first time, also started worrying about someone else. Tears rolled out of Serena’s eyes. She was furious and for the very first time shouted at her sister.  “You shouldn't have done so. If you wouldn't have eaten yesterday's edibles we wouldn't be suffering right now.” but it was not only Selena. Many factors led to this outburst.  Serena immediately ran towards the river where she could find some water. She grabbed her water bottle, filled some water and ran back to her grandpa who was weeping in pain. She sprinkled a few drops of water to the parts where there were blisters and reddish spots due to the itching. Selena looked at grandpa’s fingers and started complaining again” Ah!..Can't he just cut his nails”. Serena couldn't take it anymore. She was furious,  so was Grandpa. Selena had crossed her limits. Serena and her grandpa soon started ignoring Selena as she had just become annoying and none could tolerate it anymore .She burst out,” I just don't get it. We are stuck in a place where we don't have any supplies and the only thing you think is about Pa Jonathan’s nails. Oh wait and YOURSELF! I am so fed up with you! What have we done to you? We are also struggling. But way worse. We haven't had water nor food by the way which you ate! I wish you weren't even my sister!” The last line blurted out from her mouth. She didn't mean it in any way ,shape or form. Selena was heartbroken. She didn't know what to say….Serena immediately took back what she said. Selena immediately realized what she was actually doing and how worse her complaining had been in the last few days , she then apologized to her sister and grandpa for what she had done. Grandpa sighed with a sign of relief  . Selena didn't talk much for the next few days thinking that she might ruin it again and be a trouble to them. She was as silent as a grave.

Serena was now satisfied and happy with how her sister was acting though a little worried on why her sister isn't talking much. She dodged that thought out of her mind because they weren't here to think about her. They were here to find the mystery. Somewhere now closer to them.

They decided to cross the river, thinking that they couldn't stop now. But there was another problem. How would they cross the stream? They thought about swimming but the current was very strong. They thought about making a raft but how could they without the adequate resources? They thought for a while and Pa Jonathan remembered his childhood when they too had to cross a stream to go to their school. Well that was long, long ago. The village had made a bridge. But now another question….How would they make a bridge? Serena remembered her mother telling the story of Ramayana. But that wasn't practically possible. Ideas kept up flying from their mind. So at last they decided to walk along the river to see where it starts or ends. They walked for a whole day. Soon enough, though they didn't come to the end, they saw that they could cross the stream because it was very mild and was barely a trickle at this point.

Crossing it made everyone happy and filled with joy. Their pants were wet but who cared. Serena and Selena started dancing, showing off their native dance. Pa Jonathan started singing one of their folk songs and it was a whole new ceremony.

It was the next day, they were woken up by a weird sound. It brought pain in the ears. Almost like a siren going off. This usually happened back at home when water used to come from the cities. But this was way worse. Almost like blood oozing out of their ears. Pa Jonathan woke up and to his surprise saw a hyena screaming for its mates to come. Hyenas are very dangerous. Pa Jonathan woke up his granddaughters who were already awake and they decided to go to a safer place. But the hyena had already seen them and almost laughed with its ferocious teeth. Now even his mates had joined but by the time they could chase behind the family, they had escaped. Not exactly, they basically hid behind a Banyan tree. The family decided to stay there till the hyenas went but they were right there till dusk. After all, that was their home. They were stuck in a stingy situation. Neither this nor that. They climbed up the tree as soon as it was dark and decided to stay up there. The hyenas could still sense them, however they couldn't navigate.

       After a long wait, the hyenas left for hunting food. The family rushed to a safer place as soon as possible. What would they do now? There wasn't any place they could find.

They stayed there till they felt it was okay to leave but they were starving. Selena actually helped them in finding food and shared it this time.

       After 3 days of feeling safe, they started walking towards an unknown route. The place where they had been staying, on clumps of trees had camouflaged them. Now their homemade slippers were getting dirtier day by day. But their aim was finding the treasure.

   After a long walk of about 2 days, they found a cave. It was aesthetically pleasing compared to others. The placement was weird though, right in front of the enchanted river that had flowed with them throughout the journey. Selena ,who was now more interested in the journey than before, decided to go inside. Serena told her to be safe and that there might be traps, almost like a “bridge between life and death. In simple words, life-taking ones. They found that there were no traps at all. To their surprise, it was beautifully decorated with paintings, metal ornaments and proper “furniture” but it looked pretty dusty. Actually a lot! Also, there was a stench. Like something had died here. It almost felt like there was someone living there. Like someone of masculine or feminine habitat. They decided to stay there.

    The next day, Pa Jonathan was making food. They had found a proper fireplace as well as some edibles near the cave. Serena was having a chat with the beautiful birdies and Selena, who was now interested in geography, was studying the location. She suddenly heard a sound. Something like a human, who was talking from a distant place. She couldn't understand the language but it somewhat sounded familiar. She squinted her eyes and to her surprise, two men were walking towards them. She thought they were the native men of the land. But after they were clearly visible later, they realized that they were actually two policemen from their hometown, coming in search of them.

   Selena called out ,”Seri and Pa, two policemen are coming towards us. They probably seem like those of our town! How did they reach all the way here?”. As they approached closer, the two men informed the three that they had been sent by Serena’s parents to look out for her and the other two. They soon realized that it had been long since they were in the hunt of the treasure, and mom alone would be surely worried, they understood the reason for the two’s arrival. Pa Jonathan thanked both of them. They were all puzzled. They really wanted to go back to their residence but didn't want to leave the mystery of the treasure behind too. It was again a tough decision to make, the sisters cried out at once “Ohh, no!”, thought grandpa was surprised to see that even Selena was interested in the journey.

After a lot of contemplation, they decided to continue for three more days, and if they couldn't find any more traces of the treasure, they would set off to their town. They soon told the police to inform their mother that they would be back in a few more days, and there was nothing to worry. Grandpa also gave an idea on trying to write a letter to their mother with the help of a bark of a tree that would indicate they were safe. Serena then said, “Ohh yeah! We could perhaps write a short poem.” The sisters soon made a short rhyme in a matter of minutes as they had an abundant number of thoughts running through their minds-

Pa Jonathon exclaimed “Wow!! Now making good poems, eh?” The sisters then had a glee on their face, winking at each other, proving oneself better than the other in every way possible. All were now happy and satisfied. Pa Jonathan asked if anyone could sing a few oldies, though both knew they weren’t great at vocals, but to prove themselves, they agreed immediately as though they had taken some classes and mastered the skill.  

As Selena started singing, the birds started screeching, Serena could no longer control herself and burst out into laughter. Pa Jonathan had not paid any attention to what had happened, and when Selena asked how the song was,  Pa unknowingly said it was quite good. Selena and Serena realizing what had happened, rolled down a few tears of joy! The scene duplicated in their mind, numerous times and they kept laughing for around ten minutes straight. Meanwhile Pa Jonathan, being worried, asked if they wanted anything to eat, Serena jokingly said, “Could we have a few nachos?” Selena quickly said, “After I gave up my nasty habits, did you catch hold of a few of them?” Serena grinned .

Pa shortly spotted some succulent raspberries on a tree but he was doubtful, as he was aware of what had happened the last time when he ate those berries. They had to be cautious. They speckled a squirrel munching on the berries, that didn't cause any harm. This assured them that the berries were safe to eat. They picked a handful of berries, and had a great feast. Pa Jonathan also narrated memorable stories of his childhood, where he used to make the feast more luscious by adding vivid flavors and tried his best to not make his granddaughters feel homesick. Their stomachs were full, they smacked their lips due to the juice smeared on them. They were bored, Pa suggested, ”We can play hide and seek. But make sure you don't hide in faraway places. Be safe” But what was coming, no one had awaited for.

Selena was the seeker for the first game. So, Pa and Serena had to hide. Pa Jonathan decided to hide somewhere easy because he didn't want his granddaughter to feel sad if she couldn't find him. Serena, showing no pity, decided to hide in an unexpected place. She ran quietly to the other side of the river as the current wasn't as strong as compared to the last time. There were a bunch of bushes. She hid behind them. But soon later, half of her body felt hot and the other half felt cold. There were red spots all over her face and body and her eyes felt weird. She felt dizzy and fainted on the spot. Selena and Pa searched for her for quite a while and both started worrying. Soon later, they found her fainted. They woke her up.

Serena was unconscious. She heard someone calling for her and her body felt very itchy. She herself didn't know what  was going on in her body. There was immense pain in her joints from which her head started spinning and she burst out crying. It turned out that the bushes were poisonous. They had to cure her before it was too late.

Selena decided to put some of the enchanted water over her. She held some water in her hands and sprinkled it all over her. But nothing happened. Everyone was confused. How had it worked that time? Her situation was getting worse. She was sobbing with pain and time was ticking. Selena was confused on how it didn't work. Was the river not enchanted anymore? Or was there something wrong? She surely had to ponder on what was the error.

Pa Jonathan was freaking out. He consoled her saying, "It's ok Seri nothing will happen.” with a tensed tone. Serena was now out of breath. She was sweating  and exhausted. She fainted again.   Pa started crying. He didn't want anything to happen to her lovely granddaughter. She had a lot to live for. She wanted to develop her land; get educated; have a family, and so on.

After freaking out for a while, having no medicine, they decided  to feed her some food and water. They woke her up. She felt kind of better. They fed her some food and told her to go take some rest. Selena and Pa decided not to have food and went to sleep.

The next day, Pa and Selena, were woken up by the sounds of birds that were chirping and someone talking with them. They opened their eyes, and to their surprise, it was Serena. They were delighted to see this. Selena, jumped on her toes and ran towards her sister. She asked what had happened? Serena continued to tell that in the midst of the night, she had woken up due to the elegance of a weird flower. She went towards it and touched it though weak. As soon as she touched it, she felt better. It was nothing like the God’s Flower. According to legends, it was a flower which appeared once in 12 years. It is said to cure any disease and appears in front of a person who is worthy of being cured. It was called the “Goddelike bloom” in their language. But what Serena wanted to tell is, it grew on a stone, exactly like the pattern of which she had seen before. She pointed out to the stone which they hadn't noticed before, hiding behind a larger stone.

Pa Jonathan, moved the stone to reveal the coded one. Serena,  held it in one hand, and brushed her hand over it. She turned the stone and to her surprise….saw a bug and freaked out. She dropped the stone which was a huge mistake. It shattered into pieces. Both the sisters tried to join the pieces again but it was in vain. They both started fighting. Selena shouted ,“What is wrong with you? It's just a damn bug! Not a hyena?! And anyways it wouldn't have eaten you? GOSH!” Serena repented , “I am sorry. I didn't mean it”. Selena continued , “and i thought you loved talking with ‘animals’!” Serena replied again, “I did say sorry! How many times should I tell it? Like you don't do anything wrong.” Pa Jonathan gave a stern look at them. They both decided not to talk and thus kept quiet. Next to the broken stone was a weird object. No one could identify it. This time Pa decided to see what it was. It was a bizarre cloth wrapped around something. The cloth had red stains, dirt and ants. Pa Jonathan removed the cloth and to his surprise, there was a metal box. Made of iron. It was kind of rusted. He carefully opened the box. And there was another thing wrapped with a majestic, royal cloth.

Pa Jonathan and the other two couldn't hold in the suspense. He removed the cloth and there was an awkwardly shaped key. It was made of gold. The tip was in the shape of a flower. And on the tip was the same code which they had noticed before- ‘Agrabah.’ They had no idea what to do with this but what they didn't notice was, the shape of the flower was like the flower which had cured Serena. But with that was a rather dusty and almost torn paper. They opened the note and there was something written with a rather smelly ink. It was similar to the language which they had noticed before. They tried their best to try and understand what was written but failed.

They spent the whole day taking rest while Pa Jonathan tried encrypting. What he noticed was that it was quite similar to their language. It was the exact but the vowels were replaced with what numbers they were in the alphabetical order. For example let's take the word Apple. So in the code it was written as 1ppl5 but in their language. But by the time he got to know this, it had become dark and they went to sleep. The next morning, Pa Jonathan and his little helpers, encrypted it. And to their surprise, it was pretty easy. But even after encrypting it, the words were in the form of a riddle. It said,

        Near you might think

        But wink wink

        It isn't pink

   And not what you think

    You might think you are close

    But the one who we chose

    Is actually close

    Be Careful or else

    What you think might be a shelf

     Can lead to something else

Followed with that was another riddle:

If you found the top

Then find the bottom

And you can solve the problem

Don’t give up

You can take help from a pup

You might meet a soul

Who can easily console

   I am something unusual

   Don't think I’m something casual

  I have something which you might have in your hand,

 Though I’m something found in the sand.

They spent two nights searching for the answer and a pup, but couldn’t find one. Selena screeched with excitement, “A tree, perhaps!, we can't see their roots! and also people believe that they have souls in them” Serena replied, “Hey you fool, trees ain't found in the sand!” Selena couldn't agree on this one. She replied , “ Don't you know that there are a few trees in the sand.” Serena said, “ But that's not correct. Is it an oasis?”. Her sister threw her argument to the face, “ No idiot! Why would we ask a pup for an oasis!” after her sister shut her up. She thought , “ My sister is a professional at taking revenge. Hehehe”. Pa was confused. He had a thought but then forgot it. After a lot of contemplation, he replied, “Did you remember a Dog statue near the temple facing in an odd direction?”. “Yes!” Serena declared. “Surely, that's what it meant. How come we forgot about that?!”

But that also meant that they had to go back to the temple which was miles away. They had no other choice. But what would it lead them to? They could know where they were going to find the treasure through another clue instead of walking all the way back. So they thought and thought . They remembered that the dog was facing west. So one thing was sure, it was located to the west.

Pa Jonathon cried out in joy ,”I found the answer!!” ”It’s a grave” He further explained, “Look, a grave is found in the sand, it has souls, it can also be seen only from the top! This covers all the clues! I had spotted a grave when we were on our way to this place. It was in the west.” They were heading towards the grave. When they reached, they found more than a hundred burials. They had to find the unusual one. It was a tough decision. But suddenly Pa remembered, “Hey girls! They’d said about something that was in our hand, in the sense, something that is with us, maybe something like raspberries. Keep suggesting what we had all through this journey.”

For their surprise, Selena had found an unusual grave. Guess what!! It had the map carved on it. They were very happy. They exclaimed, “Ohh this was what the clue meant, something we had in hand- the map!” They tried finding the treasure around it but couldn't. The only thing they could do now was to dig through the cemetery. But Pa Jonathan, who was a man of old times, said that if we dig a cemetery then, something bad would be going to happen. The two girls said, “You and your superstitions!” Pa still wasn't sure. The girls didn't listen to him and started searching anyway.

They took a branch of the tree and started digging. There were a few bones here and there and the smell of a decomposed body. They dug and dug until they found a box.

It was a beautiful box. It was massive! Now another task was to remove it. After working too hard, they finally opened the box. But, there was no wealth. Though the box was big, there was a tiny book in there. All were shocked. Selena exclaimed, “ What? What  is this? We wanted money to help our land. And a book is what we got? Did we come all long till here with so much struggle only for this puny book!?”. Serena stared at the book. She wasn't surprised. She held the book and turned it just in case there was a bug again. She tried reading it. It was easy, it was written in their native language. She said, “ You know, a book has so much wealth. Reading a book makes one too rich. We must not underestimate knowledge. Also Don't judge a book by its cover.” But Grandpa was on Selena’s side this time. They both were upset.

They decided to leave the next day. Serena couldn't read. She knew that something was there in the book. After convincing her Grandpa who was literate, he read a rather small book. He realized the importance of the book. It was given on how to develop and help a town. There was a lot of wealth there hidden in the monastery. And if found properly, can be used. There were also a few number of people who lived here. But because the people misused it, people died. New people could shift here.

  The family had an idea. They walked back home, and told the village population about this place, that it's an enchanted place and it would be a great place for their development. Their mom was so happy that tears of joy rolled down. They were greeted grandly. Some people believed them while others decided to stay amidst the deserts itself.

It was a fresh start. With the wealth hidden and cleaning up the forest a bit, there was a whole new civilization. Homes were built, schools were made and much more facilities were available. There was also a monastery where they could go and worship. The enchanted lake was nearby. But no one kept in mind the fact that if they misused it, it would end.

   People didn't keep this in mind. And like Grandpa said, if a cemetery was dug, then something bad would happen. Probably the fact that misusing it could cause bad things was what the stereotype meant. Soon even that population went down because of the misuse…

Everything was destroyed. There wasn't any sign of their civilization anymore.

This did not indicate the ending, rather it was a new start for Amanda- A person who was similar to Serena. She too faced the same challenges Serena had faced, in order to live a contented life in a new civilization. She was aware of what would happen if the people of her habitat misused it as she could notice a few remains as if there already was an earlier civilization. Being aware of this, she and her people were hugely benefited. A poor girl could start a new life due to her courage and determination. Serena, from some or the corner of the world, would be glad to see that a number of people could get civilized because of her...

Save resources and use them properly!

                        Credits

Ananya Nikam - Director 

Naga Hansika - Editor

Nirupaa.S - Editor

Sakshi Kage - Editor

Tanvi Nikam - Author

Tulsi Naik - Author

Vedika Goankar - Author

Vishruthi Karanth - Illustrator

#fiction #stories for kids #adventure

[novamm66]

From Earth to Sky - Chapter 5

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Happy Friday! I am really excited to post this chapter and that it’s Friday!

This is the first chapter were there will be references to the Red Sky in the Morning story line. I am hoping that I made it teasing enough to spark interest as well as not give any surprise twists away.

I hope you enjoy.

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“Lady Pentaghast, may I have a private word?”

Cassandra eyed the Orlesian lord in front of her with distaste. “No.” The lord gawked at her, and she arched a brow. “You were hoping for a different word?”

“I…” the lord stammered, Cassandra walked away from him. She was tired of the propositions that her family name and title always seemed to come from the nobles she encountered.

She could have left the Winter Palace when Kiaya did after they had stopped the assassination, but Cassandra had volunteered to stay. Their plan of having two Inquisitors was working well; Evelyn was filling the role perfectly. Everyone wanted a dance or a word with the Inquisition’s hero. Any threat to Evelyn was low, but Cassandra wouldn’t feel comfortable until both women were safely away from this viper pit.

Cassandra made her way out to the gardens. Varric was holding court, basking in the attention of a large audience as he recounted the adventures of the Inquisitor, somewhat embellished. Cassandra stayed hidden behind a wall of ivy to watch and listen to his warm, rolling voice.

“With a roar, The Iron Bull slew the rage demon, and the Herald closed the rift with a thunderous clap of power. We had saved the villagers of New Crestwood and allowing the rebuilding of the old village to commence.” Varric ended with a flourish and bowed to the applause from the crowd around him. Cassandra barely caught herself before she joined in and stuffed her hands in her pockets.

Varric graciously declined the calls for another tale, and the group started to break up, with a few hangers-on.

“So, tell us Master Tethras, is the lovely Inquisitor spoken for?” The lord’s question had Cassandra rolling her eyes. It was a popular question tonight.

“My Lord, you are not the first to wonder that.” Varric was smooth as silk, and it brought a smile to Cassandra’s face.

“And what of your heart, Master Dwarf?” A lady purred, brushing her hand across Varric’s neck in a way that made Cassandra bristle.

Varric smoothly ducked away from her, bowing as he answered.

“It is indeed, my lady, and the rest belongs to my writing. Now, if you will excuse me, I am simply parched.” Varric quickly slipped away and masterfully vanished into the thinning crowd. Cassandra froze, trying to track where he had gone, only to jump when he spoke from behind her.

“I thought they would never let me stop. Can we get out of here? I am about tapped out of civility.”

“But, you manage it so well.” Cassandra was hoping the shadows were enough to hide the colour of her face.

“Even I have my limit, and I am standing on that line,” Varric said.

Cassandra was quick to agree. “Let’s go and find Josephine. This thing must be winding down soon.”

“This is Orlais. I wouldn’t count on it.”

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Varric hadn’t been able to sleep after leaving the Winter Place. A storm was rattling the windows, and the fizzy drinks the Orlesians had plied him with was making the room was spin. The common room was warm from the fire, and Varric was ignoring the writing he had brought with him.

His job at the ball had been relatively easy, distract and entertain, and drum up support for the Inquisition. He usually would enjoy those things, but worry had proven too distracting. Varric shifted in his chair. Watching the Seeker run into danger without him had burned in Varric’s chest each time.

“I see you couldn’t sleep either.”

Varric turned to see Cassandra standing in the doorway. She was dressed for sleep in a loose shirt and trousers. Her hair was mussed, her braid hung down her shoulder. She was breathtaking. “I- No. Too many windows in this place, they rattle in the wind.” Varric swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.

Cassandra nodded, and a flash of hesitation crossed her face before it disappeared. “Would you mind if I joined you?”

“Yes, I mean, no.” Varric sighed, “I would love for you to join me.”

He silently cursed his awkwardness, shifting to hide his embarrassment. Instead of sitting in the chair opposite him, Cassandra settled on the floor at his feet. She leaned forward, hugging her knees before stretching her legs out in front of the fire with a small groan.

“Are you alright?” Varric asked, his voice slightly rougher then he would like.

“Yes, just a little sore. Fighting and standing in those fancy boots were not comfortable.” Cassandra stretched her back, and Varric didn’t know where to look, “and I am drained and a little worried. It was a long night.” She was rubbing her neck, her fingers reaching down her shoulder blade, and without any thought, Varric was reaching forward to rub his knuckles along her spine.

They both stilled for a moment, Varric froze in shock at the brazenness of his hands, but Cassandra hummed quietly and then pressed herself back into his knuckles. His hands began to massage her back, without needing much input from him and Varric floundered for something to say. “What are you worried about?”

Cassandra made a noise of pleasure when his fingers found a knot, and the sound made Varric’s blood hum in his ears. He was suddenly very grateful the woman was facing away from him. It took him a moment to focus on her answer.

“Kiaya.” Cassandra sighed. “She had more control over the mark then she told us. It was disturbing to watch her use it against our enemies, not only with how deadly it was but also because of the toll it took on her.”

Varric concentrated on breathing slowly through his nose for a moment, which meant he could smell her hair, which was now very near his face. Varric swallowed thickly before answering. “Smudges has a good head on her shoulders. She is unlikely to abuse the mark's power, and it sounds like its no easy to choose using it. Maybe it was a reaction. She’s done that before with her magic.”

Varric was proud of his coherent answer when he was feeling anything but. Lavender and steel floated through his senses. He leaned back to try and clear his head, but that only succeeded in bringing his hands up to her neck and onto bare skin. Varric groaned inwardly; he was done fighting. The heat of her skin against his fingertips was intoxicating, and he leaned forward again, bending lower than before.

“Why did you stay? At the ball? After everything was done?” He asked quietly. He felt her shiver under his hands, reacting to his breathe against her neck and ear.

She swallowed a few times before answering. “I wanted to stay.” Her voice shook, “with -“

The door banged open, and the whirlwind that was Sera and Lyra burst into the room. Both were very drunk and headed straight for the bottles in the cabinet on the far wall, but Blackwall, who entered behind them, seemed less so.

Varric had snatched his hands back, and Cassandra was on her feet and out the door before the girls noticed. Varric wasn’t standing up any time soon, so he picked up his papers again and glared at Blackwall as he sat down opposite Varric. The two girls, more drinks in hand, flopped down in front of the fire.

“Wait,” Lyra looked hazily around the room, “wasn’t there someone else here?”

Blackwell coughed, a poorly disguised laugh, and Varric answered quickly. “You’re drunk, Chimes. Must be seeing things.”

Lyra pouted. “I’m not that drunk.”

“Ooooh, let's get so drunk we see things!” Sera exclaimed and immediately swallowed half the contents of the bottle in her hand. The two dissolved into laughter.

Varric shook his head and shot Blackwell a dirty look. “If you’re encouraging this, you’re cleaning up after them.”

Blackwell did laugh this time. “What kind of man do you think I am?”

Varric glared at him. “At the moment, I think you’re a smug bastard.”

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They were close to the Shrine of Dumat. The camp was tense this evening, quiet. Everyone could feel the hum of the red lyrium on the night air. Cassandra knew that tomorrow’s battle would possibly be the worse they had seen. It wasn’t a pleasant thought.

“Hey.” Kiaya settled on the ground next to Cassandra. Kiaya was wrapped in a blanket, her boots untied. “Not sleeping?”

“I haven’t tried yet.” Cassandra shrugged. “It’s too hot.”

“And Dorian says it’s not hot enough,” Kiaya said. “Could be worse, could be the Mire.”

“True.” Cassandra looked up at the canvas of stars shining overhead. “How is Cullen handling things?”

“Better then I feared but not great. He’s asleep for now.” Kiaya sighed. ”I am worried that I made the wrong choice of letting him come with us.”

“It means a lot to Cullen to be here. I don’t think you have made a mistake.” Cassandra answered and studied the woman beside her. Kiaya looked tired and worried, but underneath there was a peace and happiness that Casandra hadn’t seen before. “It’s good to see you both happy together. Present circumstances notwithstanding.”

Kiaya smiled softly. “It’s strange, for the longest time, I believed that I was meant to be alone. But now I feel like I have a home.” Kiaya smile turned to a grin, “and I found it in the middle of this mess.”

“How did you know it not because of this mess?” Cassandra asked. She expanded at Kiaya’s questioning look.

Kiaya chuckled. “I didn’t, still don’t. But resisting my feelings wasn’t making anything easier. And maybe it’s selfish wanting Cullen as much as I do while I suspect my days are numbered but facing Corypheus feels less daunting with Cullen to go home to.” Kiaya bumped her shoulder against Cassandra’s. “So, is it really worth denying your feelings for Varric when none of us know how many tomorrows we have?”

Cassandra sighed, looking in the direction of the Shrine. “You make it sound easy.”

“I know that it’s not that simple. Nothing is, but Varric makes you happy, doesn’t he? Is the possibility of future pain really worth not being happy now? But you are right as well. It is both a gift and a curse. Being with Cullen makes facing what I have to do easier, but I regret not listening to my heart sooner, so we could have more time, and I regret what it will do to him if I die.” Kiaya stopped talking an cocked her head. “I’m not helping anymore, am I?”  

Cassandra snorted. “I’m not sure, although I appreciate the intention.”

“Well then, I will call that a win. I just want to see you two happy.” Kiaya squeezed Cassandra's shoulder and started to get up. Cass raised her arm to help her automatically to help her, it was never a smooth transition for Kiaya. “Thanks. I am going to try and sleep again, and you should too, Cass.”

Cassandra nodded, although she didn’t move to get up. “I will. Soon.”

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#Varric x cassandra #Varric Tethras #Cassandra Pentaghast #dragon age fanfiction

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Lick Your Wounds (part four)

[Breakaway]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

I feel like this chapter is really half-assed, so I’m sorry guys

also lol the title of this chap is a song about dismembering people and putting their pieces in boxes to collect

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The Secret of The Goldfish

It was eleven when Maggie finally woke up and she could still feel exhaustion trying to tug her eyelids shut. She rubbed them vigorously, then sat up, stretching with a yawn. Beside her, Joan stirred and looked up blearily.

“Gigi...?”

“Hey, Joey,” Maggie murmured. “How are you feeling?”

“Mmmm... Like I was run over with a truck with...acid...wheels....”

“Ah.” Maggie nodded knowingly. “Do you remember anything that happened?”

Joan blinked multiple times, attempting to get rid of the black dots spotting her vision. When most of them are gone, she slowly turns her head to look at Maggie.

“I...ah...not really..”

“I thought so.”

Maggie went to inform her about what went down when Joan actually started to try and get herself up. The guitarist ruffles and grabs one of the girl’s shoulders (the good one), earning a small squeak of alarm.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She snapped.

“Getting...up..” Joan slurred, her voice drowning in and out.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere.” Maggie said firmly. “You need to rest.”

“But...”

“I’m older. You have to listen to me.”

Joan frowned, but let herself collapse back down to bed. Maybe a little harder than she had intended because she whimpers in pain. Maggie gently cups her cheeks, then feels her forehead.

“You’re still burning up...”

“I’m...not on fire...?” Joan slurred.

Maggie blinked, then blew out an amused breath. She shook her head at Joan’s babbling.

She started to fix the blankets around Joan, tucking her in and making sure her feet were covered, but Joan squirms and tries to kick the covers off.

“It’s too hot!” She complained.

“I know, I know. But I have to. Jane said. The cold will worsen your fever.” Maggie tucked Joan in again and she reluctantly let her.

Joan felt utterly sweaty and disgusting. She gave a wet cough and opened her eyes (she hadn't realized she had closed them). Maggie looked the most worried she had ever seen her. Her eyes were wide and stricken. Joan coughed again. Maggie lifted her upper body some and held a water bottle to her lips.

“Drink, Joan. Slowly or you’ll upset you stomach.”

Joan placed a hand on the side of the bottle to help steady it and drank slowly like Maggie asked. The water quenched her parched throat, but it grated against it as well. It felt like someone had run their nails down the inside of it. She had to turn her head away to cough again, but it jostled the bottle and spilled water spilled down the front of her, and she couldn't bring herself to care because it cooled her off some.

“S-sorry,” Joan stammered weakly. “I-I didn’t mean...”

“Shh,” Maggie hushed her. “It’s alright, Joan. Just relax.”

Joan nodded sluggishly and laid back down. She tries to get comfortable, but her stomach kept cramping and her head felt like it was about to explode, so she didn’t get very far with that mission.

She wanted her mum. Mums got rid of sickness, right? But her mum never got rid of her sicknesses. (Did she even have a mum?) This comforting thing was new.

“What...what happened?” Joan asked, managing to string at least a few words together.

“You...you were sick last night. Really badly.” Maggie informed somberly.

Joan furrowed her eyebrows and looked up to the ceiling.

“I don’t...Maggie, where..where are we?”

Joan could barely suppress a small gasp. She frowned in worry.

“We’re on the cruise ship. We’re in a musical. We play music. SIX. Remember?”

Joan blinked a few times and then nodded.

“Oh yeah... Sorry...”

“It’s alright, Joan. You’re disorientated.”

Joan nodded and shut her heavy eyelids. Shock is starting to wear off and, even though her nerves are still tingling, she’s beginning to feel the full extent of her wound. Especially after the cleaning. Her palm felt raw and stung intensely, like she was holding dry ice to it. Maggie notices her grimace and sets a gentle hand on her good shoulder.

“Are you going to be sick?” Maggie asked.

“N-no,” Joan grunted, “It’s just-” She winced when she tried to move her inured arm. “It burns...”

“Oh.” Maggie said, glancing at the hand. “Right. I’m sorry, Joey.”

Guilt pooled in the back of the guitarist’s throat. Her companion was clearly in a lot of pain, but she didn’t know how to help.

“It’s okay...” Joan mumbled. “I’m tired...”

“Then sleep, darling. I’ll stay with you.” Maggie said. She sets Sunny on Joan’s chest. “There. Your tampon is here, too.”

That got the tiniest giggle out of Joan.

“Not a tampon,” Joan growled playfully. “She’s a...” Her mind goes blank for a moment. When it returns, she blinked and her brain feels like it had been zapped. “...tamarin! Not a tampon... Dummy.”

Maggie rolled her eyes. She picked Sunny back up, causing Joan to whine softly.

“What is so appealing about this thing, anyway?” She flutters its ears, then wiggles the long tail. “Seriously.”

“Maggie...” Joan whined. She reaches weakly for her stuffed animal and Maggie surrenders it to her groping hand. She pulled Sunny back to her chest protectively. “Mmmph.”

Maggie chuckled lovingly and she strokes through Joan’s hair as she turns her attention to the TV. She watches random shows for half an hour as Joan dozes at her side.

“Maggie?”

“Yes, Joan?”

“Am I better now?”

Maggie turned to Joan and looked at her like she was crazy. Joan, on the other hand, looks serious about what she said. The guitarist’s features turn to concern.

“What? No. No, you’re not better, Joan. You’re the exact opposite of better. Why would you think you’re okay?”

“Because I...”

She had to get up. She had to just push through the pain and get to work again. She was a music director, goddamnit!

“I have to...show...music...”

Joan still can’t put words together properly, but she doesn’t need to talk. She just needed to be able to move.

“Woah, wait. Hang on- HEY!”

Maggie grabbed Joan by the good arm when she nearly collapsed while she attempted to get out of bed. She could feel the girl trembling beneath her fingers.

“Don’t move! You’re hurt, Joan. Like, really badly. You need to rest.”

“No,” Joan grits, “I need-”

“Joan, you can barley speak properly. What makes you think you can play a piano and direct a show?”

Joan opened her mouth, then closed it. She looks away, ashamed. Maggie gently strokes back her sweaty bangs.

“It’s okay, my darling. Rest up, okay?”

“Mhm...”

Another hour passes. Joan’s stomach makes a noise and she curled around it. Maggie looked down at her.

“Joan? You okay?”

“M-my stomach...” She squeaked. “Hurts.”

“Would you like me to rub it?”

Joan’s face flashed red, but she still nods. Maggie beckoned her over, so she rests her head in the older woman’s lap and sighed softly in contentment when gentle, soothing circles are rubbed against her midsection. Maggie’s other hand cups her temples and strokes up and down her hot forehead with her thumb. It elicits adorable coos from Joan, who can’t help but lean into the touches.

“So pianists like belly rubs AND they purr.” Maggie chuckled. “Good to know.”

Joan giggled softly and nuzzles into the hand on her head. Maggie’s skin is so cool on hers. She wants it to remain there forever. But alas. After she passes out from exhaustion and wakes up hours later, Maggie is gone.

Joan just barely gets the strength to haul herself to the bathroom to throw up the water she had ingested hours earlier.

Her hand is festering, but she’s too scared to look down and have to see the purple veins peeking out from under the bandages.

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Anne and Jane visit on the fifth day. Maggie was utterly exhausted from tending to Joan the day before, so they both took over while she caught up on much-needed sleep.

They found Joan in the bathroom, half asleep on the shower mat. Anne quickly scooped her up and brought her back to the bed, only to be unable to let the girl go, since she was now attached to her.

“Uhh, Jane?” Anne said.

“Yes?” Jane replied as she was heating up some microwaveable soup. She turns to Anne, who has Joan clinging to her tightly like a baby sloth would to its mother.

“It appears I have a pianist stuck to me.”

Jane chuckled and snapped a quick picture, much to Anne’s dismay.

“Maggie’s going to be jealous,” She mused as she walked over to the pair. “Come on, sweet girl,” She gently tugs on Joan’s right arm. “Let go.”

“Mmmm!” Joan replied stubbornly. She digs her face against Anne’s neck. She somehow manages to get her legs around the queen’s waist and really did end up looking like a sloth. “No.”

“Well, we tried.” Jane gave up. “She’s comfortable.”

Anne playfully scowled at her, then sat down on the bed so Joan was situated in her lap. Still clinging. The girl just did not want to let go. Anne takes to running her fingers through her oily hair, which earns her a few coos (or, as Maggie has started calling them, “pianist purrs.”)

“We really should have washed her hair last night.” Anne commented idly.

“Oh yes.” Jane rolled her eyes in a good natured way. “Cleaning a wound and then cleaning hair. They go hand-in-hand in a crisis situation like last night.”

“Well, what do you think, Jo?” Anne leans the girl back. “Shall we run you a hot bath so you can wash your hair?”

Joan blinked blearily at Anne then pitched forward and bumped her forehead with hers like a cat would. Anne chuckled and cupped the back of her head, returning it to her shoulder, which is quickly nuzzled back into.

“She is so out of it.” She said.

“A hot bath would worsen her fever, anyway.” Jane said.

“Well, a cold one would probably make her uncomfortable and miserable.” Anne pointed out.

Jane hummed.

“What about a lukewarm one?”

“That word is so stupid.”

The two queens shared a laugh.

The cabin microwave beeps loudly, rousing Joan and causing her to make a tiny reactive noise. Anne smoothed out her hand.

“Sorry about that, sweetheart.” She said to her. “You’re pretty grumpy when you’re feverish, huh?”

Joan glared weakly at her, but she was about as intimidating as a glowering baby tree kangaroo that got its branch taken away.

“Cutie.” Anne kissed her forehead. “Do you think she’ll eat, Jane?”

“We’re about to find out.”

The answer to that was initially “no”, but Jane and Anne managed to force half of the soup down Joan’s throat. The girl hated them by the end of it and curls underneath her blankets with Sunny, like she thought the covers and stuffed animal could protect her from further torture.

“We’re probably her least favorite queens now.” Anne decided.

“Yup.” Jane laughed slightly.

The bed dips- Jane is sitting beside her. A hand rests on her head.

“Wanna come out, sweet pea?”

“Mmm...” Joan growled.

“See. Grumpy.” Anne commented with a titter.

“Well, we’re gonna go then.” Jane said. “We’ll check back in the morning, alright? Call or text if you need anything.”

With that, they were gone. Joan doesn’t mind the loneliness, actually. It’s peaceful.

But then a fever dream starts to creep into her consciousness. Because something has rooted itself to her.

The infection in her hand was in her blood. And it was slowly making its way to her brain.

#six the musical #six breakaway #six the musical fanfiction #six the musical fanfic #six fanfic #six fic #breakaway joan on the keys #breakaway maggie on the guitar #breakaway jane seymour #breakaway anne boleyn #jane seymour #anne boleyn #lick your wounds

[elysianrey]

tell me things you’ve never said out loud

[part 3 of it’s a slow cinnamon summer. read part 1. read part 2]

(a/n: okay...here it is. the final installment of this little series. thanks for joining me on this crazy ride these past few days! i’m not sure when i’ll get another chance to write for fun, but hopefully i will be nipped by the plot bunnies again soon. Anne and Gil finally get a resolution to this tension. And Gilbert is shirtless again... Enjoy!! xoxo Content T+)

Almost a week passed before Anne saw him again. 

It was not so much by choice, at least not to Anne, but rather they were needed for other responsibilities around their respective households. Matthew had caught a late summer cold, which led to Anne tending to his needs, while Marilla cared for little Delphine at the Blythe-Lacroix farm. When Anne wasn’t checking in on Matthew, she was out in the fields with Jerry and his brothers, who offered their aid upon catching word of Matthew’s sickness. The hard labor of weeding out the bad crops or nasty pests allowed Anne to direct her mind onto something other than the single topic it would revolve back to as she laid in her bed each night. Even the exhaustion from the day’s activities was not enough to weary her brain into a dreamless state of sleep which she desperately craved. 

For her dreams were where she slipped back into that sweet moment in the garden, or worse, entered new fantasies so vivid and lifelike, Anne would suddenly awake with a gasp, sweat beading on her forehead and along fair skin. She dared not tell a single soul about any of those dreams.

His lingering presence had intertwined itself so deeply into her being that she knew it was fruitless to try an escape it’s captive grip. Otherwise, she would be denying an integral piece of herself, as terrifying as the thought was to her. 

Marilla woke her before dawn on Saturday morning with the news that she would be baking and cooking most of the day for the church picnic tomorrow. She was quite beside herself because with watching over Delphine the whole week, she had completely forgotten the important event. 

“No worries, Marilla. I will take care of precious Delly today,” Anne reassured her comfortingly, her heart twinging anxiously at the prospect of the boy she was going to inevitably see. She needed to clear the air between them and make things right. 

Marilla let out a grateful sigh, “Oh bless you, Anne. For all that you have done the past days,” she replied, her arms drawing the girl into a hug. “Now off you go to get dressed. Bash mentioned that he and Gilbert were going to be up early to start pruning some of the apple trees in the orchard.”

Anne nodded, a suppressed smile on her lips as she turned on her heel to dress herself, which did not go unnoticed by Marilla. 

“Make sure Gilbert does not to overwork himself,” she called from the kitchen below as Anne hurriedly traipsed up the stairs.

“Will do!”

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Anne gave the door of the Blythe-Lacroix home a gentle knock and waited patiently for an answer, rather hoping it would be a sleepy-eyed, dark-haired boy. Instead she was received by a groggy-looking Bash, who held a cup of steaming hot coffee in one hand and a fussy baby in the other. 

“Good morning, Anne,” he greeted, motioning for her to enter, and pushing the door shut behind them with his shoulder. “It’s nice of you to come.” His attention turned toward the squirming bundle in the crook of his arm. “Shhhhh--there, there Delly. Papa will be back for you soon. Your auntie Anne is here to spend some time with you now,” he cooed, rocking her softly and taking a sip of his coffee.

The redhead couldn’t contain the fond smile that broke over face at the endearing title Bash had dubbed after the countless days she had spent with them upon Mary’s passing and the consuming grief that latched on to Sebastian’s being. Although he was not quite the person she remembered before his beloved returned to her heavenly home in the sky, he was beginning to finally settle into a different type of normal. 

Anne stretched out her arms to take the baby, and Bash handed her off. “It is always a treat to spend time with this princess of yours,” she remarked lovingly, looking at Delphine with a sense of delight. 

She followed Bash into the kitchen, holding the infant on her hip, and observing him as he set his cup down carefully. “Blythe is out in the orchard already, crazy fool,” he chuckled with a shake of his head. Anne tried her best to keep her face of coolness upon the comment. 

“I’ll tell you Anne, the boy has been working himself to the bone lately. Can’t help but think something’s troubling him, but he dodges giving me a proper answer anytime I ask him about it. You wouldn’t happen to know what’s gotten him quieter than a church mouse, would you?”

A fresh wave of guilt overcame her as she bit down on her lip. “Uhhh...no...no clue,” she stuttered quickly, cursing herself for the unconvincing reply. She turned to begin making a warm bottle for Delphine as she searched for something more believable to add. “Maybe he’s worried about Queen’s?” she offered, picking up a glass bottle with one hand and setting it on the table. “I know I am.” This was true. It was a matter of weeks before Marilla and Matthew would be dropping her off at the school in Charlottetown and the remembrance of this fact made her heart ache in melancholy. 

Several beats of silence passed between them before she glanced over at him. “Hmm…’suppose you could have a point,” was all he said, his eyes wearing an expression of curiosity and his tone full of doubt. Anne had a feeling he could see straight through her deceit. “Well I best be going out to the orchard. We’ll be coming in later for some lunch. See you my Delly Welly!”

“Say ‘Bye Papa’,” she replied with a grin, holding up Delphine’s hand in a waving motion. Bash returned the wave with one of his own and then turned around to exit through the back door, Anne’s nerves rattling almost as loudly as the darn thing when he shut it closed. 

She sighed a breath of relief, turning back to finish her job with the baby’s bottle. His words had not been of a comfort to her in the slightest. The fault for Gilbert’s reserved behavior was entirely her doing, and to think, it could have been avoided altogether if she was not such a dunce when romantic feelings were involved. For an individual who spent a majority of her lifetime envisioning love and devising hundreds of stories filled with romantic dialogue and gestures, Anne Shirley-Cuthbert’s naivety toward navigating it in real-life was mystifying. 

The redhead spent the rest of the morning, reading stories, singing songs, and watching Delphine crawl around the house, constantly having to keep an eye on her since the little girl had a tendency to put everything she found in her mouth. By the time the afternoon rolled around, the baby seemed to have worn herself out, and Anne sighed in contentment when she fell fast asleep in her basket. 

Anne leaned her head on the wooden bench next to the baby’s basket and closed her eyes, intending only to keep them shut for a brief moment. Working in the field the day before and waking up early that morning had taken a toll on her. Not to mention the restless fits of sleep she experienced every night since Josie’s party. She would only rest for a few minutes longer…

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When she awoke, the first thing she noticed was Delphine was gone. Anne jolted upright, her eyes scanning the floor around her, assuming she must have crawled right out of her basket. How long had she slept for? Muttering curses at herself under her breath, she pulled herself off the ground, smoothing down her dress as she went, and startled in a surprise at the person who sat before her. 

“Gilbert,” Anne breathed in greeting, her heart quickening its pace, then dropping down to her stomach when she fully took in his appearance. His muscular, tanned, and very sweaty, exposed chest was on display for her to gawk at from where she stood. He glanced up from where he was eating, and she averted her gaze down to her hands, which she was wringing together desperately in an attempt to regain her composure. 

“Anne,” she heard him say in acknowledgement, the sound of his voice like a cold glass of water on a dry day to her parched ears. 

She risked a glance back at him, his eyes still very much glued to her. “Delphine--I was looking for--” Anne started, suddenly recalling the missing infant.

Gilbert cut in before she could finish. “Bash took her out for a walk in the orchard. He told me he thought that you could use the break.” 

“Oh well that was kind of him, but hardly necessary,” she stammered, her face surely an unattractive shade of dark red. Gilbert took another bite of his food, leaving her to continue standing awkwardly across from him. 

Did he have no sense of decency? Of course it was boiling hot outside, but surely that did not mean he could not put his shirt back on when inside of the house. Especially with her being in the same room as him.

“Anne, you’ve been asleep for at least an hour. Bash and I needed the break. It’s hot enough to cause a heat stroke if you’re out there for too long today,” he informed her indifferently, going back to his food again and finally looking away from her. 

The girl chewed restlessly on her lower lip, the words that had been building up since the night of Josie’s party threatening to burst out of her at any second. “Gilbert I wanted---” she tried helplessly, her thought catching in her throat. His dark brown eyes lifted from his plate, a guarded expression to them. She had enough.

“I’m sorry. It was wrong of me to leave you without saying a thing about what happened that night. You have every right to be mad and hurt at me. In fact, I almost wish you would yell at me right now because I truly deserve it. You are a good person who is worthy of someone far more sophisticated and beautiful and coherent than me. I am no more than an intoxicated fool who assumed she had some right to kiss you and touch you,” Anne’s voice trembling with unabashed honesty for once, laying herself bare for him to see. “I miss you. Your companionship and wisdom. Your kindness and patience. For I know I can be as stubborn as a mule and hot-headed with my temper and brash with my words--”

“Anne,” Gilbert broke in before she could finish her lament of her worst features, which slightly annoyed her since she wasn’t done listing all of the reasons why he should be cross with her. He rose from his seat and walked toward her, leaning back against the edge of the table so they were only feet apart. Waiting nervously for him to speak, she chanced a glance down at the freckle on his chest, directly beneath his collarbone.

“I was hurt,” he admitted quietly. “You drive me mad sometimes, Anne Shirley-Cuthbert.” His tone raised slightly and the copper-headed girl braced herself for his assault. This is what she deserved and she would take every insult he threw with acceptance. 

“But you Anne--you are the most sophisticated, beautiful, and coherent person that I know.” She could have sworn her heart stopped beating in her chest when she heard him utter those words instead. “You have been all of those things, and so much more, since the first day I met you,” he confessed reverently.  

His fingers reached out to rest cautiously on her chin and she lifted her head to look at him once more. This time, daring herself to hope again. She could see the softness returning to his face as she lost herself in the affectionate glow of his eyes. Her flesh erupted in goosebumps as his knuckles trailed up and down her cheek in a gentle rhythm, just like they had after she kissed him. 

 “I--I think I’m desperately in love with you Gil,” Anne gushed so openly that she almost smacked her hand over her mouth in shock. Perhaps he would run for the hills now after hearing such a bold declaration.

To her dismay, a low chuckle bellowed from Gilbert’s chest, then he was laughing to the point of hysterics, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes and running down his cheeks. Anne didn’t know whether to feel offended or content that this is how he chose to respond to her admission of love. “Are you sure you’re not the one who is drunk this time?” she mirthfully questioned, swatting him lightly on the arm. 

He regained his composure, pulling her into a close embrace as he grinned down at her, his cheeks dimpling and eyes crinkling in happiness. “Anne-girl, there has been no one for me, but you. The moment you broke that slate across my head, I was a gone man. Never would I have dreamed that you would ever--” 

Anne pressed her lips against his, silencing him, for she had heard everything that she already knew to be true deep down. Kissing him in his kitchen, the sun beating down heavily through the window, his hands steadying her, his heartbeat echoing her own, was everything she had ever wanted. She brought her fingers up into his unruly hair, this time feeling damp from sweat, but she could hardly care. His lips broke from hers and started trailing along her cheek then jaw then neck, leaving a searing mark on each inch of skin as he went. 

“Gilbert,” she sighed, her brain a blur of euphoria. She could feel his smile in the crook of her neck as he pressed another kiss to a freckle he was quite intent on appreciating. 

“Oi Blythe! Shirley!” The teenagers broke apart so rapidly Gilbert nearly toppled over the table. “What are you thinking, setting an example like this, in front of your poor niece,” Bash exclaimed loudly, bouncing the baby in his arms. “Don’t worry Delly, your papa will protect you from these two heathens,” he teased mercilessly, covering Delphine’s eyes.

Anne and Gilbert both released laughs of pent up awkwardness from the unexpected guest and gave each other timid looks.

“Next time, put a shirt on Blythe,” Bash declared, tossing him the one long forgotten from on the table. Gilbert accepted the item and pulled it over his head as Bash left the room, shaking his own head and smirking to himself.

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Gilbert took the opportunity to walk her back to Green Gables after dinner, her hand fitting securely into the crook of his arm. Her head rested lightly against his shoulder. The pair chatted amiably about the events that had unfolded during the week. She recited a new poem she had learned for Matthew, and Gilbert gave her a sidelong look of wonder like he couldn’t quite believe that she was real. 

When they got to the gate in front of Green Gables, Anne was mournful to depart from him, despite knowing that they would be reunited tomorrow at the church picnic. 

“So---that tragical romance you mentioned back at Mary and Bash’s wedding...,” Gilbert started unexpectedly, his gaze intent on her from across the fence. 

“No longer remains to be seen,” Anne finished, reaching to stroke his cheek comfortingly. 

Gilbert let out a sigh of relief and ducked to steal another kiss from her before Marilla called out from the front door. “Anne! Is that you?”

They both laughed quietly at the older woman’s outburst. “I guess that’s my cue,” the girl lamented, taking his hand in hers, not quite accepting the events that conspired today were real.

“Goodnight my Anne-girl.” Gilbert gave her hand a squeeze, and let her go, backing up slowly, his eyes remaining on her as he went. Anne watched him blissfully until she heard Marilla call her name again. 

She spun around merrily and skipped to the house, her heart soaring with the knowledge that she was loved very dearly by Gilbert Blythe.

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