#i need to talk about the scales and the slight fur and the fucking. the fucking pads on his hands which are hard and protective just like

[stiffyck]

I am being incredibly normal about my own art

#i really like this fucking design and i can't stop staring at it and just djvjrjdkskgke #i need to draw him #right now #again #i need to draw the ear thing #i need to talk about the scales and the slight fur and the fucking. the fucking pads on his hands which are hard and protective just like #the scales #AAAARGH #I AM SO INSANE OVER MY OWN FUCKING DESIGN IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS I NEED TO DRAW HIM #stiff talk #ignore me im having a moment

[rabbithub]

Control (Pact!AU, 6/???)

(In today's episode of Summoning Demons Dos and Don'ts: Pillow talk (no not the sexy type dammit tumblr would eat my face and probably set fire on me while they were at it)

Also, I'll try to work on more of the plot, but here's some fluff with slight exposition.

Also Murder and Arson mention. Just in case.)

Diavolo looked over his notes, reading over the tome as the demon slept in the other room. As he had observed with the demon's natural behaviors, he discerned that demons needed to feed of off malevolent energy, which fueled their own magical capabilities. It also seemed that demons had subspecies, and much stronger demons seemed to attack and oppress their much weaker brethren. (This was base knowledge for him, granted, but the tidbit about subspecies was new to him.)

It also seemed that demons had natural magical capabilities (again, something obvious) and it seemed to very from individuals. 'It makes some sense, as he was able to recognize the rites of the binding spell and use it against me.' he thought, flicking a page as he continued to research more. 'Perhaps he was studying magic on his own before I had summoned him... but how much does he know?'

Tiredly, Diavolo closed the tome, rubbing his eyes. He could figure out how to ask when the time comes, but for now, he could fall asleep. As he approached the bed, he notices the demon asleep, twitching every so often.

While Diavolo was familiar with the overall shape of the demon's body, he hadn't really noticed too many features the past few days. Curious, Diavolo carefully approached the demon, watching him sleep, not wanting to rouse him.

The fur on his limbs was somewhat deep pink, dappled with spots. Diavolo carefully reached out and gently touched the demon's arm, surprised that the fur was soft rather than coarse. Diavolo held the demon's hand, rubbing the back with his thumb. It twitched as the demon slept, making Diavolo freeze.

For a moment, it seemed like the demon would rouse himself from sleep, but he didn't. Diavolo bit back a sigh of relief at this, letting the demon's hand slip from his grasp.

'It almost fits in mine...' Diavolo muses, blushing faintly at the thought. He shook his head as he continued his silent observation.

Diavolo faintly notices the demon's tail move slowly, the scales a pale sort of pink and shining faintly as the light touched it. A dark line of fur ran along the back of it, with a tuft of fur at its tip.

At this point, Diavolo was nearly clipped by the demon's wing- it definitely matched the bat-like depictions some old artworks used, but faintly....fuzzier up close. Carefully, he trailed his fingertips against the membrane, noting how warm to the touch it was.

The wing seemed to fold against the demon's back, twitching slightly. Diavolo decides not to continue in the event the demon woke up and lashed out at him. Carefully, he laid down on the bed, sighing and closing his eyes for a moment.

The demon, unbeknownst to Diavolo, raised his head and propped it on his arm; it seemed he was somewhat unamused by something. "Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to bother someone while they're sleeping?" He growls, annoyed.

Diavolo's eyes snapped open as he realized he fucked up yet again. He barely sits up before he feels the collar around his neck, dropping back onto the bed against his will. 'Fuck fuck fuck.' he screamed in his head, somewhat frightened.

The demon eases his posture slightly, chuckling a bit. "You could've asked to touch me, you know." He murmured, scooping Diavolo up and wrapping him up in his wings. "I don't think you would've like me doing the same, hm?

Diavolo went limp in the demon's grip, at a loss from the response. He hadn't really gotten used to how capricious the demon's moods were; tempting and alluring one minute, then fierce and at his throat the next.

However, it was... nice; being held like this. Diavolo wanted to nod off, but he was also tried to stay awake.

"It's a shame about the other day." The demon muses, his voice thoughtful. "I wonder what sort of fucked up things you did to literally be drenched in sin-"

"It's like you're implying I'm the scum of the earth." Diavolo hisses, nearly spitting the words out. "I have no obligation to tell you anything."

While not the right thing to say, the demon didn't even flinch, gripping the chain causally. "I can make you tell me, you know." He said, his voice icy. "I have my ways."

Diavolo barely spoke a word before he feels his head go foggy, which was... not good; he could barely think a coherent thought, let alone at all.

"Don't worry- all this will do is make you incapable of lying." The demon spoke, almost cooing. "I'm not going to torture any words out of you."

Diavolo remained silent, unable to protest. After moments of cloudy thoughtlessness, Diavolo finally spoke. "I killed my family as a child." He said, not really able to say anything else.

"That doesn't sound bad- unless, there's more to it." The demon answered, curious.

"It was only meant to be my mother- a woman I barely knew, but I made a mistake and she didn't die immediately." Diavolo explained. "So I foolishly her body underneath the floorboards, but my adopted 'father' found her."

The demon blinks, a bit shocked. "Okay, that's- a bit extreme." He said, sounding wary. "How could you not know your own mother, for one-"

"She was in prison." Diavolo answered. "I was adopted by a priest- he was rather nice, but that wasn't important."

"You didn't... kill him, did you?"

"Couldn't really leave any witnesses. I wasn't sure how many others I killed before setting the fire."

The demon sat there for quite a bit, silent. Eventually, he spoke with a somewhat grim, quiet tone. "... that's just fucked up." He fell silent for a moment. "How old were you when this happened?"

"Around nineteen." Diavolo answered. After that moment, the fog around his thoughts cleared. Shit. He just told the demon his past (under pressure, albeit, but still a stressful experience really) and now he couldn't kill him without getting eviscerated himself.

The demon just sighs and looked a little dejected. "I don't know who or what fucked you over as a kid, but that being a solution is a bit fucked up." He mumbles, stroking Diavolo's hair gently. "I won't ask that, but now I'm definitely not leaving."

Diavolo felt his heart sink. "And why would that be?" He asked.

"Other demons will flock to you just to feed off you, and even if I'm not stronger than some of them, I can't let you get killed." The demon hisses. "Plus, if I leave you behind, I can't guarantee you wouldn't cause any trouble. It's best I stay to keep you out of it."

Diavolo was at a loss now. His original goal might as well be very compromised at this point; the demon was quite willful and capricious, and any attempts to shift the dynamic might be deadly.

However, he refused to give up his plan. 'I will become the King of kings, I just have to overcome these obstacles...' he told himself, drowsily closing his eyes. 'I just have to build his trust...'

Diavolo would wake up hours later, still wrapped in the demon's wings. As much as he wanted to get up, Diavolo found himself not wanting to; the hold was warm and he swore he could hear the demon was... purring?

Diavolo sighed, reluctantly nuzzling his head against the demon's neck. This was... admittedly comfortable. "...damn you." He mumbled sleepily, holding the demon's face. "I can never figure you out, for fucks sake... Your moods are like a storm that calms or intensifies, and I can never tell which is coming next. Yet, when you're asleep, you're almost... charming.

Just as Diavolo finished his thought, the demon woke up slightly. "You... you think I'm charming?" He asked, grinning rather dumbly.

Diavolo blushes, embarrassed from his own tired rambling. "I... damn it." He mumbled. "Forget what I said. Right now."

The demon laughs, amused. "No. I'm going to keep those words in my mind forever." He said, laughing softly. "Maybe you aren't as awful as you act...."

"Just... just shut up."

"No."

#jjba #doppio #diavolo #jjba doppio #jjba diavolo #pact!au #cw: murder mention #cw: arson mention #listen Diavolo did bad shit and i cannot deny it #but also he needs a kickstart into an impromptu level of kindness... or at least a form of therapy

[captainlevisteacup]

Perhaps you could do some SFW Fluffy & some NSFW headcanons with the brothers in a relationship with a Shapeshifter MC who frequently changes their form?

Like, they keep their natural/signature features to be recognizable, but they do regularly change their gender, height, & sex organs 😏 (Why? Because they can and they find it fun) They’re also total Dom no matter what form they are in, and will happily talk about the various ways they used their abilities to make sex more..exciting (Ex being Tentacles, two huge dicks, a big dick AND a vagina, forming a tongue designed specifically for their partner so they can perfectly give blowjob/eat them out, things like that)

This MC also uses their abilities in some way on the brothers when they are having sex, wether that be fucking them with a dick while pressing their boobs against their back/front, or doing something more..hentai related

On the fluff side of things, MC totally regularly turns into the Bros favorite animal whenever they are stressed and just lets them pet them, or if the brothers are feeling overly worried they might hurt Mc she just turns into a demon. (Which MC does whenever they want to do an activity with the brothers a human can’t do)

This also works out for them aswell, as this Mc is essentially gender fluid and just changes their form to whatever they want to when they are feeling dysphoria (Though they typically go by they/them because of how confusing it can get to go by specific pro-nouns fitting the form they shift into when they rapidly change forms throughout the day)

Sorry this was so long!

*cracks knuckles*

AAAAALLLLLLLLRRIGHTTTTTTT LET'S GO!!

No need to apologize for the long ask, I absolutely LOVE requests and this gives me a lot to work with!

The brothers with a Dom! Genderfluid *Shapeshifter* MC

***WARNINGS: HEAVY NSFW, 18+ ONLY***

Lucifer

Slightly wounds his pride that try as he might, he just can't dom MC

Something about them just renders him helpless against them

He loses his usual confidence and natural leader abilities around MC

Speaking of abilities

The things MC can do to him; the things they can make him feel

Mc can access any and every end of any possible spectrum

His favorite thing they can do is shifting themselves into having a truly impressive cock, complete with a set of plump breasts and a very, VERY long tongue

Impressive as that alone is, what MC uses it for is even more so

Pegging him mercilessly from behind, breasts bouncing and scraping against his back while that damned tongue snakes around his waist to pleasure his own member

He never knows just how to focus on any one thing when everything feels so incredible; Their dick ramming into him with reckless abandon, those globular tits bouncing onto his back, or that tongue with a lewd amount of saliva dripping off of it and onto Lucifer's body, massaging his throbbing member

MC'S gifts aren't JUST used for sex, though

They'll often use their abilities to calm him down when he's stressed

They'll make their hands impossibly soft, and run them lightly all over his body in soothing motions

Light circles on his arms, lazy lines on his face, and light massaging through his hair

Mammon

Has no problem whatsoever with MC domming him

Absolutely loves their abilities

Comes completely undone when MC stands right behind him, whispers about how they need him to be their little slut in an alluring feminine voice, and presses their intimidating member against his ass

He knows what comes next

MC ripping his shirt off of him, and pushing him down onto the bed.

Mammon takes this time to admire them; their pert breasts, their smooth skin, to their thick cock, perfectly accentuated with smooth veins, and the beautiful, somehow always moist pussy right below it

This was a skill that had startled Mammon at first. Shapeshifters aren't that common, so for it to be used sexually like THIS? Oh, Mammon was in euphoria.

MC had experimented with many different positions, but the one that drove Mammon over the edge was the one they used the most

MC on top, riding Mammon as if he were a prized mare, their dick slapping harshly against his chiseled abs, the lewd sound echoing throughout the room

Once MC came, not only was Mammon's dick enveloped by their wet vagina, but their hot seed sprayed onto his toned stomach.

Outside of the bedroom, MC would shift their hair to match Mammon's whenever he wasn't feeling well. It never failed to cheer him up, seeing MC with the same white hair made him so happy.

Levi

The biggest bottom to exist

MC takes FULL advantage of the otaku

Shifts to have the exact same body as Ruri-chan

Huge tits, exaggerated waist, and slender legs

Shifts so that their pussy is unbelievably tight, and during sex they tighten and loosen it to provide further stimulation

MC shifts to have slight fangs, so that they can drag them along Levi's skin

Often turns into a snake and rests on Levi's shoulders, sometimes they do this during class if MC doesn't want to attend their's that day

MC can stretch or shrink their vocal cords to mimic certain Anime characters

Occasionally, MC will do this doing sex and moan Levi's name

This drives him insane

If the two are in public and MC wants to tease or arouse him, all the have to do is adopt the anime girl voice and say something along the lines of "Gomenezai, Oni-sama"

Levi immediately gets hard

Mc then drags them off to relieve him *wink wink*

Satan

Cat ears.

CAT EARS

MC knows damn well what this does to him

Satan prefers rough sex, so MC will shift into having chiseled, muscular arms capable of holding him down, with a chest to match, all topped off with a well-built cock complete with subtle ridges all along the shaft

MC will pin Satan's arms to the wall with one hand, and harshly jerk his chin towards them with the other while rubbing their cock in between his legs, teasing his sensitive balls. Then, as a cue, MC would make the cat ears appear

In a flash, Satan would be shoved onto his hands and knees and roughly taken from behind, the ridges on MC'S dick creating deliciously painful friction

Mc would knot their fingers into his hair and yank his head back, often earning a yelp from his lips

Outside of sex, MC is almost always either fully a cat or has some aspect of a cat (cat ears, subtle fangs, or sometimes a tail that he loves to play with

This is because it really helps suppress Satan's temper for some reason

Since MC likes to change up the color of their fur when they go into a full cat, Lucifer becomes convinced Satan has snuck multiple cats into the House of Lamentation, because he keeps finding the fur

Satan refuses to let MC tell him, because he finds it hilarious how irritated it makes Lucifer

Asmo

As SOON as he found out MC could shift their body, had a whole list of things he wanted to do with them

The first on that list was being fucked by two dicks, both belonging to MC

MC made him agree to being stretched out first, so as not to hurt him

Every time MC fucked Asmo, they would use a differently shaped and textured cock, each ever so slightly larger than the last

After Asmo took an unfathomably large member from MC, he was deemed ready

Asmo watched in awe as MC shifted to possess two large and vastly different cocks.

One was girthy, with a perfectly smooth shaft and a bulbous head

The other was more slender, with diagonal ridges, almost scale like, running all along it's length.

MC slid them in one at a time, allowing Asmo to adjust

Once both of their dicks were fully in Asmo, they slowly began to pull back

Their dicks dragged painfully slow along the insides of Asmo, creating a brutal friction that threatened to make Asmo crumble right then and there

Outside of sex, MC was Asmo's dream come true

Well, inside of sex too, but that's besides the point

MC often shifts their body to mimic different body types, and Asmo styles their outfits based on how they decide to have their body that day

Same thing goes for hair, as MC can adjust their hair to any length, color, texture, and width

Asmo loves trying out and practicing different styles

Beel

Face fucking.

His favorite. No arguments.

MC shifts into having a cock even bigger than Beel's (a true feat), and a tight pussy just beneath it.

Beel loves it when they shove his head onto their cock, fingers fisting into his hair

Forcing his head to move onto their cock, tears pricking in his eyes and they fucked his mouth, his throat, mercilessly

MC doesn't allow Beel to sit and do nothing, oh no

Beel fingers their wet pussy as they fuck his face senseless

If Beel isn't moving his fingers fast enough, MC shoves their dick even further down his throat

Huskily whispers into his ear "Come on, Avatar of Gluttony, surely you can swallow more than that"

Outside of sex, shifts into a demon so they can play with Beel and the brothers.

At first, the brothers wouldn't let MC play any sports with them (mostly Beel), out of fear for MC getting injured

So, MC proceeded to shift into a whole ass demon.

Shocks everyone and utterly destroys all the brothers

Belphie

Cowboy

Like cowgirl...but not.

MC shifts so that their body is substantially bigger than his

This makes Belphie small enough in comparison to easily fit in MC'S lap

Ironically, MC shifts to have a cock roughly the size of a bull. They would never dream of making Belphie take it all....

But they can try

Belphie sits on their lap, legs spread, facing MC so they can see the fear and pleasure mix on his face

MC slowly teases him with their tip, entering one inch at a time before pulling out, pausing, and suddenly shoving back in, an inch deeper each time

Their hands holding Belphie up by the hips the whole time

Outside of sex, will shift to have a very soft stomache for Belphie to lay on

When Belphie is feeling depressed or lonely, MC shifts into a very, VERY soft wolf for Belphie to stroke the fur of as a grounding technique, and to sleep with on the nights he feels alone

This happens so often that MC just relaxes around the house in a wolf form

This never fails to scare the shit out of Mammon, which, in turn, brings a rare smile to Belphie's face

#obey me #obey me headcanons #beel obey me #leviathanobeyme #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #obey me smut #obey me smut hcs #lucifer smut #mammon smut #leviathan smut #satan smut #asmo smut #belphie smut #beel smut

[xoxo-teddybear]

Oh, The Lies You Tell - Bakugou Katsuki- pt.3

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, trauma, abuse, betrayal, fluff, slice of life, smut, cursing, manipulation, possible spoilers, physical harm, 18+

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Ep. Warnings: cursing

Summary: Y/N is denying her feelings. ALL of them.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9

When you closed the door, you had to catch your breath. You leaned against it with your eyes closed as a slight smile grew on your face. A little blush dusting over your cheeks, causing rising heat to roam your skin. You opened your eyes and saw Rumor looking at you. He had his head tilted with judgmental eyes.

“What?” You asked. He only gave you a snort with eyes that said “don’t act like you don’t know.”

“I’m not falling for blondie. It’s just fun to flirt.” You said, trying to reassure both Rumor and yourself. Rumor let out wails like he was talking to you saying “mhmmm.”

“What? It’s true! We have a mission Rumor.” You said as you layed down under the covers.

Flashback

As Kurogiri busted through the door to the LOV’s hideout, he shouted.

“SHIGARAKI!” He yelled out of breath.

The villains looked around at the man. Why was he out of breath? Where had he been? Why wasn’t Y/N with him?

“What’s going on?” Dabi asked the steam of purple.

“I-it’s Y/N! Earser-Head took her!” Kurogiri said.

“WHAT?!” In came shigaraki, now yelling in shock. “How dare you lose that girl?! Do you understand how valuable AND dangerous she is? She is with the heroes now, they’ll tell her everything about us, and she’ll grow an opinion. She’ll kill all of us.” He seethed out as he held Kurogiri by his neck collar.

“I understand! But- but look!” Kurogiri said holding up your earring you threw at him. “She left behind this!” Once seeing the piece of jewelry, Skigaraki calmed down. He took the gem in his hands.

“Smart girl...this is a communication device. I gave these to Y/N if trouble were to ever happen so she could contact us without the call being tracked,” he explained. “Y/N! ..Titania!...Y/N? Can you hear me?!” He screamed into the earring.

“.........Loud and clear Shigaraki,” Y/N’s voice was heard from the gem and everyone looked alive. They all settled and began to ask her questions.

“Y/N, what the hell is going on?” Dabi asked.

“Eraser-Head took me. He brought me to UA and they’re keeping me in an interrogation room. He said he sees good in me and wants me to enroll here.” You explained.

“UA...” Shigaraki echoed.

“That’s right. And I have a plan. We’ll take em down from the inside.” You offered your idea.

“Explain.” Shigaraki said.

“You have me. I’ll gather intel. All the places where UA will be traveling to, all their plans, all their strengths and weaknesses. I can tell you it all and you guys can come up with a plan on how to attack. My suggestion would be that you should attack them when traveling. Do it subtly. I’ll tell you their future plans and you’ll come up with loopholes. I’ll report their strengths and weaknesses and when you’re ready, we do a full scale attack on the school. Bring as many villains as we can to help and win.” When you were done explaining, the villains shared a look. Except Shigaraki. He was 100% in on this plan.

“I expect a report every day. Tell us whatever happened, whatever you learned or found out. You tell us everything.” Shigaraki said.

“Understood.” You replied.

“Good.”

Present Time

You sighed at the memory. Rumor noticed your displeasure and came up beside you on the bed. He cuddled into you side to help you calm down. You pet his head as you turned to lean into his soft fur.

“...we can’t get distracted. No boys, no luxury, no hero life, no UA life. We’re villains...that’s all we’re good enough to be.” You said to remind yourself. As you shut your eyes and drifted off to dreamland, Rumor looked at you and sighed.

‘She deserves UA though. She deserves a happy life. She’s more than good enough.’ Rumor thought.

Bakugou’s POV

As Bakugou walked off to his room with a satisfied smile on his face, he thought back to what happened. It made him stop in his tracks in shock.

‘What the fuck is happening to me?’ Bakugou thought. Since when does he act all flirty? And when did he start blushing? And why does his heart speed up at the thought of Y/N? ‘Maybe I just need to sleep in off.’

As Bakugou walked into his room, he saw Kaminari and Kirishima mocking him.

“Mwuah, Mwuah, Mwuah, oh Y/N, I love you so much,” Kirishima said pretending to hold a girl in his arms and kissed the air.

“Oh, I love Princess so much! Mwuah!” Kaminari mimicked. Bakugou only growled at the two and blushed in embarrassment.

“What the hell are you two idiots doing here?” Bakugou asked.

“Well we came to hang but then we got hungry while waiting for you and searched for snacks but we saw you and Y/N going in for a kiss~” Kaminari said wiggling his brows.

“And then we saw Mr. Aizawa hit you with adoption papers and then kicked you guys out the kitchen. We also saw you run to Y/N and peck her cheek~” Kirishima added on. “You crushing on the new girl?”

“Am not.” Bakugou replied.

“Are too.” Kaminari said. “Makes sense. She’s crazy hot, super powerful, and full of personality. She’s pretty freaking awesome.”

“Yeah c’mon man, we’re friends and we won’t tell if you do like her.” Kirishima reassured.

“I don’t like her, shitty hair.” Bakugou stated. “I mean, yeah. She’s beautiful, and she’s funny, and she’s really strong. And she’s also really cool and really chill and my heart beats like crazy and my mind goes dumb when I’m around her. But that doesn’t mean I like her!”

The two boys just looked at the blonde with a brow raised.

“Seriously?” They both said.

“GAH!” Bakugou screamed as he flopped face forward on his bed coming to the realization. “Fine! Maybe I do like her BETTER THAN OTHER PEOPLE, but that doesn’t mean I LIKE like her. Besides, shes only been here for 2 days, how the hell am I supposed to fall for someone that quick?”

“Love at first sight is a real thing if you believe it is.” Kaminari said. Bakugou thought about it. Maybe it was. But there was no way. She didn’t know anything about him and yeah she opened up to Bakugou about her past but that doesn’t mean she’s in love with him.

“......look. I don’t know exactly how I feel about Y/N. All I know is, I get excited whenever she’s around or when I know I’ll get to see her. I can’t be sure of my feelings....yet.” Bakugou admitted.

“Well you should figure it out, man. She could be good for you. I mean, shes only been here for a few days but just in those two days she’s made you a more open person. You woulda never admitted all this to us before.” Kirishima said. At that realization that he said too much, Bakugou got up and pushed his friends out his room door before he could spill any more.

“Okay! Great! Gotta sleep! Goodnight! See you later idiots.” Bakugou said and slammed the door. He flopped back on his bed, going back to thinking about Y/N. And there goes his heart again with that fast beating.

——————————————————————————

Y/N woke up, got ready, and was about to walk out the door. Her and Rumor were getting ready for some training so Y/N put on some comfortable work out clothes. As the two were about to walk out the doors with their bags, they ran into the Bakusquad boys in the common room.

“Hey Y/N!” Kaminari greeted you.

“Oh hey guys!” You said walking towards the group. Bakugou had his eyes fixated on you. Do you always look this good in the mornings?

“Where you headed?” Sero asked.

“Rumor and I were gonna get some training in at our special spot in the forest. Didn’t really get to do much yesterday so I’m making up for it today.” You explained.

“Hey, training sounds pretty good,” Kirishima said and the guys all agreed. “Mind if we joined you?”

“Uhh..I don’t know guys. The place I train is kinda far and I usually have to ride on Rumor to get there.” You said.

“Ohh c’mon, please! We’re down for the ride and we’d love to see you in action.” Kaminari begged. Bakugou decided to influence your decision.

“C’mon princess,” he said while looking you right in your eyes. The group all smiled and raised a brow at Bakugou’s behaviour, but you two didn’t notice, for you were too lost in each other’s presence that you didn’t even realize what you said.

“Sure...” you said still dazed with Bakugou, but once you heard yourself you snapped out of it. “Wait- Wha-“ you were interrupted by the cheers of rowdy boys as they all left to get their stuff ready. Bakugou was the last to leave.

“Thanks for letting us join, princess.” He said pecking your cheek and walking off. Curse those damn ruby eyes! You smacked your face the tiniest bit to fight off the rising blush as Rumor just gave you a look of sass.

“Oh hush, now you gotta carry 5 people. Hope you’re happy.” You said sitting next to Rumor on the couch. About 10 minutes went by before all the boys came back and were set to go. You guys walked to the front entrance of the dormitory and paused.

“Okay. A few rules before we get there. The spot is a special place to me. It’s where I can explore myself and my abilities a lot more and it’s the place where I found Rumor. It’s a treasure and a memory to me so don’t you dare destroy it too much!” You said with a stern voice and serious look. The boys nodded their heads in understanding.

“Good. Rumor, flying bison form.” As rumor shifted into a giant creature, you went to the side of the building where you had his saddle waiting. You used your air bending to place it onto Rumor’s back as you attached a rope to his horns for steering. You told the boys to get on, but they seemed a little hesitant.

“What? You’ll be fine, just get on.” As the boys trusted your words, they climbed onto Rumor and settled in the saddle. On your mark, Rumor took off into the skies as the boys screamed in fear in the back.

“We’re gonna die!!!” Kaminari cried as he held onto Sero. The boys freaked out until you reassured them.

“You’re not gonna die you idiots! Jeez, it’s too early for all this.” You said as you continued to handle Rumor’s reigns. After about 10 minutes of flying, you trusted that Rumor knew where to go from there and went to the back of the saddle where the boys were.

“First time flying on a bison?” You jokingly asked.

“More like first time ever doing any of this.” Kirishima said. “Man, do you get to travel like this all the time?”

“Pretty much. Theres so many forms that Rumor has, so it’s always fun seeing the reactions I get whenever they see me riding a dragon or something.” You laughed out, causing Bakugou to blush at the beautiful sound.

“Man, I could get used to this.” Sero said as he let the breeze flow through his hair. You giggled before speaking.

“Yeah, well sorry to disappoint, but rides over. We’re here.” You said looking over the saddle and seeing the forest spot. The boys finally saw the beautiful trees, the crystal waters, the beautiful plants and giant plateaus of boulders and rocks creating something straight outta Lion King. You landed in a clearing and hopped off Rumor, encouraging the boys to do the same. Rumor transformed back into his usual form and walked towards you all.

“So! Y/N, what do you usually do when you get here?” Kirishima asked.

“I usually stand on the spiritual clearing over there,” you said and pointed to an opening where there was a circular stone platform in the ground engraved with some ancient characters.

“Spiritual clearing? It looks like pavement.” Kaminari said, earning a wack to the head from Bakugou and Sero. You just sighed and sat crossed on the area and called upon your mentor.

“Avatar Korra....” you called out, and then, it appeared as if a ghost came out of you and right infront of you stood your mentor. The boys shook in fear.

“A ghost?” Sero shakenly asked.

“No, my mentor. She’s a spirit...a good one.” You said as you stood and bowed to Korra.

“So what are we working on today, Y/N?” Korra asked you.

“Well, I want to perfect my water bending. Specifically, my healing. I used my dim mak on a friend in school and I couldn’t heal his arm from the paralysis so I want to work on fixing that.” You said. Korra nodded and took you to the watering hole.

“You boys can get on with your training,” you said to the guys as they appeared to be standing still.

“Actually, we just came to watch you and see what kinda stuff you can do,” Kaminari confessed. You laughed and shook your head as you used your hand to call the boys over so they could watch.

“Well then how about we get a volunteer?” Korra said as she looked to the 4 future pros. Bakugou stood up and joined you in the watering hole.

“You have no idea what you’ve just done,” you laughed out as Bakugou stood there confused. “Sorry about this,”

“What do you me-“ you cut him off by jabbing his pressure points and having him fall paralyzed into the shallow water. As he layed there with his upper side of his body out of the water he spoke.

“Coulda gave me a warning, ya know.” He said in a grouchy demeanor. You just looked towards your mentor for guidance.

“Let’s begin..” Korra said. As you trained the boys watched in excitement and awe. They’ve never seen anyone with a “quirk” like yours and never saw someone with your fighting style. Once you finished up with Bakugou, Korra walked you through the other elements. The boys saw your many skills and were thoroughly impressed. As the day went on, you finally settled for the amount of time spent.

“Thank you for the help today Korra,” you said and bowed to her in gratitude.

“It’s my job to help you, Y/N. Please don’t thank me. Besides, I enjoy working with you. I know you’ll always choose the best path to go on and I’m excited to see where you’ll end up.” Korra said with much meaning to her last few sentences. You understood what she meant. She disappeared into thin air as she returned to the spirit world. You sighed as you felt relief she was no longer there pressuring you into becoming the hero you can’t be. You turned to the boys.

“So...you guys ready to head back?”

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On the ride home, the boys all hung around the back while you sat near Rumor’s horns in silence. Your mind wandering to your choices. Light or dark. You’ve always been in the dark though. It was the life you’ve always known. Granted, you didn’t like it, but you’ve already done so many horrible things, there was no way being good was even an option right now

‘Shigaraki..Korra..Kurogiri..Aizawa..Dabi.....Bakugou’ you thought of all the impactful people in your life..but Bakugou? You barely knew him, but you knew in your heart, he definitely meant something to you. To snap you outta your thoughts was the man himself. Bakugou had gone to join you up front.

“Hey” he said.

“..hey back.” You replied.

“Soo..Whats up with you?” He asked.

“Umm...not much. Just..seeing my mentor..makes me think about..a lot.” You explained to him as you looked at the sky.

“A lot like...” he pressed you for details.

“Like....sentimental stuff. What kind of person I wanna be, what I wanna do with my life..choosing paths.” You briefly explained. You couldnt let him know too much, no matter how bad your body yearned to tell him the truth.

“Well...I could predict most of that stuff for you.” Bakugou said, relaxing his shoulders.

“What do you mean?” You asked him.

“I see a lot of great things for you, princess. You’re an amazing person already, and when you grow up you’re gonna be an amazing hero too. Kicking evil’s ass and all that.” He explained. But you only felt sorry. He didn’t know you at all. At least, not the real you. This fact only saddened you.

“I wish..” you whispered. You only fell deeper into sadness, and noticing this, Bakugou did the unexpected. He grabbed you and held you in his arms.

“You’re amazing, Y/N. Never forget that.” He said calmly, like he was 100% sure. You released silent tears and let the wind dry them. Along the journey home, the scent of caramel invaded your senses. It soothed you and brought you to a land of happiness. You cuddled into Bakugou a little more as a blush grew on both of your faces. You both agreed on one thing though. This felt so right.

As you landed, the boys in the back headed inside after thanking you for the trip. Rumor changed back and you and Bakugou moved his saddle back to its place beside the building. As you and Bakugou continued to walk, he started up a conversation.

“You know, you’re pretty strong but I could still take you down easily, Princess.” He said with a cocky attitude.

“Oh? Is that fact? Cuz I’d bet You’d get your ass handed to you by moi,” you said.

“Really? How about a little competition?” He wagered.

“I’m listening,” you said.

“We have a little sparring match, if you win you get whatever you want, if I win..i don’t know, maybe..you’ll let me take you out on a date?” He asked hesitantly. This shocked you, but you smirked nonetheless.

“Is this you’re way of trying to ask me out?” You teased.

“Sort of..” he said nervously. This was his first time asking anybody out and his first crush too.

“Well then why don’t we skip the fight and I’ll let you take me out next Saturday? Deal?” You asked.

“That’s perfectly fine by me,” he said excitedly. Bakugou began to ramble on about something else but you got distracted. As you looked over his shoulder, you saw Principle Nezu holding on to some documents and trying to hide them. He seemed alert as he made his way to what appeared to be Mr. aizawa’s room.

“Umm, I’ll talk to you later Baku- Katsuki! I’ve gotta go.” You said as you walked off to find Nezu, leaving Bakugou in confusion as Rumor followed you into the dorms.

Running through the hallways was getting you nowhere. So you asked Rumor to track his scent. Finally catching up to Nezu, you saw him enter Aizawa’s room and you saw the door shut. You pressed your ear to it, trying to make out whatever conversation they were having, but you couldn’t hear anything. You did however hear them walking closer to the door, and so you and Rumor hid around the corner. You saw both Nezu and Aizawa walk out and so you took the opportunity to scope the scene. You walked into the room and saw the files on the desk. As you read through them, you saw it was trip to what seemed to be some sort of battle competition. As you read through the papers, you saw it was exactly that. Hero schools would travel to one designated area and start the race. Along the path you would run into other schools and battle. Winner earns their school 12 grand and the participating students get a week off.

To anyone else, this would seem like a good time, to you, this was an opportunity. You took photos of the papers and ran off with Rumor to your room. In the privacy of your dorm, you sent the photos to the league and contacted them through the earring.

“Hello? Shigaraki? Dabi?” You said into the earring.

“Right here, Titania.” It was Dabi’s voice. “Whatcha need?”

“I’ve got intel you and the league might wanna hear~” you said with a playful voice, however at the same time, you felt uneasy.

“Go on,” he said.

You hesitated before speaking, but went on anyway. “In 3 days, UA will be sending class 1-A and 1-B to this competition where they’ll battle other schools. It’s in a forest area where a race will be held. It’s the perfect place for the league to attack. Come and weaken their forces.”

“Sounds like a plan, little mouse. Good work.” He said into the jewelry.

“I’ll send you my coordinates the day we go. See you soon.” You said and turned off the device. You couldn’t help but feel guilty about this whole thing. Why?

“Hey Y/N? You in there?” Bakugou said from the other side of the door while knocking. Oh yeah, that’s why. Somehow, that loveable blondie made a footprint on you and now you can’t get him off your mind. After what he said about you being so amazing, you couldn’t fight back that fuzzy feeling you got whenever you thought of him or whenever he was around. You got up to answer the door.

“Hey! Katsuki! What are, uh, what are you doing here?” You asked.

“Uhh..I don’t know. Had some free time, thought I’d come hang with you and Rumor.” He said with a shy smile. A smile you’ve learned to love. You looked at the time. 1:44. You figured you could use a break day.

“How about this? Come inside and let me get ready, and we could spend the day together.” You offered. You were under a lot of stress with these conflicted feelings of light and dark and Katsuki felt like a break from it all. He was your little escape haven from the chaos.

“Heh, I thought our date was next Saturday,” he teased as he walked through your door.

“Well, our first official date. This can be more like us hanging out.” You said.

“Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do on a date?” He asked.

“I- oh shut up! You know what I mean!” You said in a flustered manner. Katsuki only laughed at your behavior and called you a little dumbass. You went to your wardrobe and asked for a little help.

“Wanna help me pick out an outfit?” You asked and Bakugou nodded and walked your way. He noticed how your closet pretty much screamed “Instagram baddie” and was impressed. He looked around and finally made his decision.

“The letterman black and white jacket, leave it open to show off the white tube top. Put that on with those light washed skinny jeans and put on these casual black heels.” He said as he dropped them all on you. The way he threw them all messed with your hair and so you huffed the piece covering your face out of your way.

“They’re called Heeled Ankle Boots.” You corrected him.

“Yeah yeah, go get dressed,” he said pushing you towards your bathroom.

“Oh? You sure you don’t want me to get dressed right here?” You teased, causing Bakugou to blush intensely. “I’m kidding.” You said before walking into the room, finally allowing Katsuki to breathe.

When you came out the bathroom, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

“Huh..not bad, Katsuki.” You said, admiring yourself. Bakugou was too busy staring at you, but he finally snapped out of it when he heard you say his name with that sweet voice.

“Erm, heh, yeah. My parents are designers so I guess it’s just a natural thing.” He said.

“Yeah? Maybe I’ll have to try on their clothes and maybe model for them,” you joked.

“You’ve definitely got the looks for it,” Bakugou said biting his lip. He was being so serious. You turned and looked at him with a sincere smile.

“Ummm..you ready to go?” You asked a little nervous.

“Yeah, c’mon.” He said dragging you to the front. Rumor follow you.

“Oh, stop it Rumor. You can hang here for a bit by yourself can’t you? Besides, the dorm is filled with plenty of people for you to spend time with.” You said petting his head, but you knew he wanted to go just to make sure you were okay. “If I need you, I’ll blow the whistle and call for you, okay?” You said to reassure him. He finally allowed you to go with Bakugou.

Katsuki took you to a nice cafe just to hang out. You talked, ate, joked around, and all and all just grew closer. Something about him just made you feel safe. The way he would look at you, give you that charming smile, and that time when he held you in his arms made you feel all warm inside.

“Hey dumbass. You’re staring.” Bakugou said.

“Am not!”

“Are too.”

“Hmph!” You grunted as you used your water bending to take his drink out of his cup and lift it over his head.

“Give it back Y/N,” he said. You messed with him though, and you glided his drink all around him.

“Oh, c’mon! Have a little fun and enjoy the magic show.” You playfully said. You had enough and placed his drink back in his cup. You both laughed and talked a little more before getting up to walk around town.

“Hey, Katsuki look! A festival!” You said as you ran to it leaving Bakugou to chase after you. You both enjoyed the booths and snacked on the street food venues. You played games and won each other prizes. You know, the cliche? As you both walked around some more, you saw something that reminded you of your time on the streets.

“Woah, look at that!” You pointed to a group sitting around a man sitting at a table.

“What is that?” Bakugou asked.

“It’s a quick way to earn money. This guy has 3 shells and a stone. He moves the stone around with the shells and you just have to guess which shell the stone is under. I never played growing up because I had nothing to offer, but now I do and this time I can use my ‘quirk’ to sense where the stone is!” You excitedly said.

“How can your quirk do that?” He questioned you.

“Ummm....” you were looking for an answer until fortunately a man lost the game and screamed out in pity and anger. “Oh look! It’s open! Let’s go!” You said dragging Bakugou to the stand.

“Well, hello there kids! Here to play?” The man asked.

“Yes sir! And I can offer you $20!” You said. A pretty decent deal. The man agreed and put up his own 20 and began to shuffle the shells. Using your earth bending, you felt where the stone was going and when he stopped the shuffling, you pointed to the correct shell.

“Thats some fancy guessing you got there young lady. How about you say we make this more interesting?” He offered.

“More interesting how?” You asked.

“More interesting like you throw in your friend’s fancy chain and I’ll bargain with $100, and thats more interesting.” He explained.

You snatched Bakugou’s chain and spoke. “I’ll do it for $300” you said. The man agreed, foolishly thinking he’d win. As he began to shuffle again, you sensed the stone and at the end of his little show, he attempted to flick the stone into his sleeve and keep it there. To stop this from happening, you used your earth bending to pull the stone from going into his sleeve and kept it under the shell. You made your pick.

“Sorry young Lady but- WHAT?” The man was shock to see the stone placed under one of the shells, more so, the correct shell.

“I won!” You said and grabbed the money and Bakugou’s chain as you both ran off. You laughed as Bakugou only scolded you.

“Y/N! You can’t just scam the guy like that!” He said.

“Oh lighten up Katsuki! Jeez, you always have a stick up your ass?” You joked. “Besides, it’s not like I did anything wrong. I only cheated because he was cheating too. I cheated a cheater,” you said explaining your logic. It kind of made sense to Bakugou so he sighed and went along with it.

“I guess you’re right,” he gave in.

“Of course I am,” you said flashing him the smile he craved to see, “now let’s go! There’s a firework show starting soon and I know the perfect spot!”

You dragged Bakugou to a place a little far from the center of town. When you arrived, you showed him a billboard sign. You guys had already been out for awhile and last time you checked the time in town it was 6:30, now after the walk it was 7:00.

“Ta-da!” You said while giving jazz hands to the tall sign. Bakugou just looked up in confusion.

“What am I looking at?”

“A billboard dummy! It’ll give us a great view of the fireworks! All we have to do is get up there, now c’mon!” You said but Bakugou pulled you back.

“We can’t go up there! It’s illegal,” he said but you only rolled your eyes.

“And do you see how stupid that is? What’s the worst that could happen from us going up there and why would they need to enforce that kinda law anyway?” You said.

“To stop people from vandalizing property.” Bakugou explained to you.

“Well do we look like the type to vandalize?” You said.

“Well no, but-“

“But nothing! We’ll be fine Katsuki! I promise. You’ll enjoy the view.” You pleaded. Bakugou still wasn’t fully convinced so you pressed up against him while hugging his arm. “Pleaseeee Katsuki?” You begged which finally made him give in.

He slightly smiled at you before telling you to hold onto his neck.

“For what?” You asked.

“Just trust me,” and so you did. When you were secure, he blasted you both into the sky and landed on top of the sign. It was dark and a little cold, so you shivered and Bakugou noticed. He held you in his arms to keep you warm and it worked well. A comfortable silence fell upon you two as you just enjoyed each other’s warmth.

“I’m really glad you came to UA.” Bakugou said in a gruff voice. You smiled up at him.

“Oh yeah? Why?” You asked.

“Cuz... I got to meet your dumbass. You’re beautiful, you’re strong...you’re amazing....and I really like you.” He said while looking down at you.

“Heh...I uh, I really like you too.” You said. You both began to lean in and here came that feeling again. No one else in the world but you two. As your lips grazed each other, you both jumped at the sound of the firework’s loud sound. You laughed it off and stared at the pretty colors that illuminated the dark sky. Each one allowing your smile to grow even more. Bakugou, kind of bummed out on having another kiss ruined, admired you and your beauty. He smiled as he saw your pearly whites and he just held you closer as you looked up in awe. This was a good enough night for him.

You ended up using the whistle to call for Rumor to help you guys get back to the dorms quickly. Rumor was just happy to be of service. When you landed, you and Bakugou walked hand in hand through the dorms. As you entered the common room, the Bakusquad set their eyes upon you two.

“Oouuuuu~” they all said noticing the connected hands and bashful faces. Bakugou simply told them to shut up as he dragged you to the floor your dorm rooms were on.

“Thanks for the fun night, Katsuki.” You said to him in your doorway.

“No problem. Kinda wish my kiss didn’t get disrupted for the second time this week but I still had a great night with you, princess.” You laughed at his little complaint. You went up and pecked his cheek, just like he would do to you.

“Goodnight, Cutie” you said and shut your door. Bakugou sighed as he smiled, listening to his heart beat wildly. He walked on to his dorm room to get ready for the night. School was tomorrow and he had a grandpa schedule to follow.

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Behind the closed door, you sighed in bliss. You felt your heart go crazy at the thought of your little crush. Your crush. Crush. Damnit, that bastard had you wrapped around his finger. Under different circumstances, you wouldn’t have minded, but your with the league of villains. Bakugou is a future pro, you’re a low life villain. There’s no way he would fall for you when he found out the truth. You felt a little hurt at that fact, but you understood. It had to be this way. Awakening you from your thoughts was Dabi’s voice coming from the communication device.

“I’m here, Dabi. What is it?” You questioned.

“Don’t think I didnt see your little scene with whats his face on the billboard. Are you falling for UA’s resident hot head?” Dabi asked.

“What were you doing out in the forest?” You asked in shock. The league was not supposed to find out about this little..whatever you had with Bakugou!

“I was out on a walk, now answer my question. Do you like the little hero wannabe?” Dabi pressed on. You had to think. Did you like Bakugou? You knew you felt something towards him but you were still trying to figure out exactly what it was. If it was love you would openly admit it, but you were just in like with the guy, you weren’t sure of your feelings yet or even if you would dare pursue them.

“....n-no.” You replied. You felt in your heart and mind that you just lied to yourself. It hurt you a little too much by just saying that.

“Good. Because you’re a villain. Bakugou Katsuki has a whole future ahead of him. He wouldn’t want a villain scum like you hanging around.” He said and ended the call.

You let silent tears fall down your face as you placed the earring down and fell onto your bed. You were just villain scum. Underserving of anything good. You weren’t anything good at all. Your path was darkness. You were sure! But Bakugou Katsuki made you second guess yourself on that choice. Could you be good? Could you follow him to the light?

Unsure, you got ready for bed and decided to sleep this off. Once this whole operation was over, Bakugou would be out of your life and you wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore. But could you really stand to be around without him with you? You’ve only known the guy for a few days, and you’re this attached to him. You sighed to yourself as Rumor fell asleep.

“This is gonna be hell.”

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[moonlights-inkwell]

“Be Good to Me.” I Whisper. (And you say, “What?” and I say, “Nothing Dear.”)

Summary: Jaskier’s different in Oxenfurt. It’s not a bad thing at all.

Jaskier x Reader

Word Count: 5,406

A/N: This fic was going to be a super short and indulgent smut fic, but then it took on a life of it’s own and got to be like 5000 words before I even got to the porn, so now it’s gonna be a two parter. Oops. Also, Jaskier’s looking kinda rugged in this fic, mostly cause I was basing his appearence on how Joey looked during the Love Run era and I’m... weak. And yes I gave him glasses. Why? Who knows.

Title taken from That Unwanted Animal

Warnings (for Parts 1 and 2): Smut. cock warming. Oral (female and male receiving). Body worship. Female pronouns used/afab genitals described for the Reader. Light Praise Kink. Dom Jaskier. Professor/Lecturer Jaskier.  

You wake, slowly and without much intent, to the sound of singing.  

It’s not uncommon, these days at least, to be woken by music and laughter. It’s a welcome change of pace from your normal life of travel, fighting and pain, all the laughter and music. Oxenfurt is always so lively and full of music and laughter, even now in the coldest and darkest months of the year. You almost resent that it isn’t a permanent fixture of your life. You've never thought yourself a deeply domestic person, but now in Oxenfurt, you feel... content in a way you've never felt before. 

Not knowing, or caring about, the time, you decide it much too early to even consider opening your eyes, and remain beneath the sheets entangled about you. Fingers curling into the soft, treated furs that cover the mattress, you tug the duvet closer to you, and feel the blankets on top of them shift, weighted and soothing all the while. A lazy grin spreads across your face; it’s so warm, a luxury you know all too well you cannot afford to take for granted. Cracking open an eye ever so slightly, you catch sight of a fire, crackling and popping deep within the arch of the fireplace. Bless Oxenfurt, you think tiredly and close your eye once more. A fireplace in the bedchambers, and the living area. You could get used to luxuries like this.

You never considered that you’d ever spend any period of time in Oxenfurt, never mind be wintering there, and while it’s wonderful you cannot help but feel out of place. You’ve never been the sort of person to be wealthy or talented enough for a University of such high esteem; daughter of a seamstress, former barmaid, barely able to hold a tune or paintbrush. But along came Jaskier, wonderful, beautiful Jaskier. With Geralt returning to Kaer Morhen for the winter, your bard had asked you, soft and sweet, to join him at his old place of education. He only needed to ask you once.  

The campus is beautiful, warm and comfortable and full of lively, excited youths, so bewitched by their art and school. You understand it, it’s difficult not to be taken in by the beauty of it all, but one thing keeps you weary; the fact that it’s a place of such overwhelming privilege, the likes of which you’ve had next to no interaction with. You’ve always known Jaskier is a man of luxury: his accent, embroidered doublets and silk chemises advertise it in a way that is out of place on the road traveling with Geralt but are common as muck on campus. Everyone here is like him, rich but seemingly playing at slumming as students, as if they too will be traveling bohemian bards rather than what will undoubtedly actually happen, being taken in by whatever court will have them. He’s different in Oxenfurt, too. Not a bad sort of different, but... unusual. Jaskier, your bard, lover and traveling partner, is wonderful, a giddy and excitable fool, who spends much of your time together teasing and goading, is strangely absent. In his place is... someone else. A professor and an adult. It’s hard to believe your bard, a man who sings often of masturbation and hand-jobs with a smug grin, is a professor. A teacher. He’s smart, you’ve always known that, but it’s easy to forget how bloody intelligent he is.

He plays the fool all too well, well enough that it’s what you think of when you consider him. It’s strange to see him acting so maturely, planning lectures and grading compositions, walking about and advising students, talking about writing and singing techniques. They adore him, it’s written across their faces when you see them together, and the adoration and admiration of him is transferred onto you too. They gape and gawk at you, talking quietly and singing lines from songs that Jaskier had written about you. When you walk together around the halls and cobblestone roads, they rush to you both, mouths full of questions about travel and monsters as well as whatever the hell a cleft or bridge are. It’s so strange. You don’t know how you’re to feel about being watched by these aristocratic students, caught somewhere between hero worship and sideshow attraction. Even in tiny taverns and villages, people look at you as just a girl, aided usually by Geralt’s intimidating frame outshining the various knives you have adorning your figure. The only person who normally stares at you is Jaskier, always in this shocked sort of adoration, as if he can never quite believe that you are real and beside him. It’s sweet and never invasive, always looking but never prying.

You purr softly at the thought of Jaskier, in this delicate daze of being half-asleep, this is perfection, a comfortable, engulfing warmth and softness, resting on top of soft fur with the love of your life in bed beside you. But something isn’t quite right. Jaskier always touches you, something you silently think must come from a lack of human contact as a child, he always has a hand on your bare skin especially while in bed, on your hip, curled about you like you could be snatched away, forehead pressed into your back, or fingers threaded through your hair. But right now? There’s not any such contact, and it makes you roll over in bed, eyes suddenly wide with realisation. Empty.  

It’s expected, but disappointing none the less. During the week he has lectures in the morning, and leaves you to rest as long as you wish before doing whatever you want until his classes end, usually resulting in your traveling about the campus town, meandering by the market and bakery often. It feels childish, but you hate it, you’re too used to waking in his arms and turning about to kiss him awake. It’s horrible to wake without the comforting weight of his arms around you and the combination of warmth and tickling hair from his chest hair against your back.  

“What in the fuck... is that a scale? In the middle of... what is that?” An oh so familiar voice says loudly, which makes you grin. He’s here, even if not in bed with you, there’s no need to wait about for him to return. He sounds scandalised, you can see him in your head, hunched over a pile of papers, brows furrowed into a look of confusion and annoyance. Adorable. You shift up and attempt to get to your feet, faltering slightly at the comfortable warmth of your sex and the dried fluid on your thighs; eyes slide down to take in your naked form. Bed clothes have never been a necessity with someone as insatiable as Jaskier, hell, even normal clothes are barely necessary.  

“What the fuck?” He mutters, the sound of his voice draws you towards the door, but you stop as quickly as you start. There seems something overly presumptuous about walking to him nude, even if you have been in a relationship for years and have seen each other naked more times than you can remember. Stepping forward once more, your eyes slide across the sight of one of Jaskier’s shirts balled up on the floor where it had been tossed to last night. It’s scooped up without much of a second thought and tugged on before turning to look at a mirror; it’s beautiful, silk and embroidered with bluebells, with a high collar, and is left open to expose the inner curves of your breast, the expanse of your stomach and almost all of your legs. It, combined with the slight swell of your lips from relentless kissing last night and sleep tousled hair, makes you feel strangely beautiful. You don’t often feel beautiful, especially having just woken up, so when you rub your face gently with the fabric and breath in the smell of your lover, you feel your nipples stiffen slightly. Lavender and musk and something so entirely Jaskier fill your senses, and you walk out of the bed chambers, smiling softly as the material grazes your thighs as you do so.

Gods above, he’s beautiful. Always is, always has been, but still no matter how long you’ve known him he manages to take your breath away. He’s always had such a boyish face, handsome but soft, fitting easily with the childishness he exudes, but winter has seen that change. With him not performing for the season, and needing to look older than his students, his need to shave and keep up appearances has dissipated somewhat. He’s sitting there in an armchair in front of a desk, all curtains drawn and leaving him illuminated by the fire roaring across from him and the candles littered about the table in front of him, shirtless and resting his now stubbled chin on his hand while his hair, longer than you’ve ever known it, frames his face. You like it longer, and he seems too as well, letting you twist and braid it during the evenings while he strums at his lute in front of the fire and tells stories you don’t believe to be entirely true. He doesn’t look older, but instead more mature, like he had responsibilities that aren’t trying to earn as many coins as possible between stolen kisses and avoiding being swatted at by Geralt. His skin is almost glowing in the candlelight and reflects from the delicate spectacles that rest on the bridge of his nose. It’s alien and familiar all at once, and you smile to yourself at it. He had told you he was full of surprises the first night he kissed you, but this was a surprise you doubt even he could have ever anticipated. You’ve taken to referring to this more grown-up Jaskier as Julian in your mind, just to try and separate the two for your own peace of mind, but it doesn’t seem right now. It’s like looking at another side of a coin or hearing a song and finally paying attention to what the lyrics mean; it’s the same but not, and you worry that maybe you’ve spent your entire relationship with the man before you underestimating him. Reducing him down to beautiful fool and verbose romantic, when he’s always been mature, but felt no need to show it. You know from first-hand experience that being serious in the presence of Geralt always makes the air cold and uncomfortable, but now, away from the Witcher and his overwhelming stoicism, Jaskier can be as serious as he wants without souring anything. It’s refreshing. You never thought you could love him more than you already do; but right now? Bathed in golden light, relaxed and without pretention or any semblance of performance? You could marry him on the spot. You’re hardly a creative like he is, but you could write epics about him; verses about his eyes, sonnets about his cupid's bow, songs about the colour of his hair. He curses in what you assume is elder before pushing his hair away from his eyes, and you have to fight back the urge to run to him and tug it back with a ribbon to keep it from annoying him, and so you stay.

Leaning back against the door, you take him in as best you can and try to dedicate this image of him to memory. Him, soft and comfortable, looking like a real professor, surrounded by the warm brown of the furniture and the golden glow of fire that crackles and pops under the quiet music of him humming whatever is written on the pages, that’s the sort of Jaskier you want to remember. Content. It's a habit you have gotten into since you began courting, trying to keep the most delicate and domestic memories for nights when the traveling gets the most of you, and you wish you could just go home. It’s normally simple things, like when he sleeps in after you, hair haloing around him, long lashes fanning out on his cheeks, or the day when he took you to a field of wild flowers to unwind, and had laughed so loudly the skin about his eyes and bridge of his nose had crinkled like silk moved too quickly, a crown of dandelions and bluebells about his head. He’s so beautiful, and when you’re both old and grey you want to be able to remember just how gorgeous he is. He never truly believes it when you tell him it, as you never believe him when he says how much he believes you to be beautiful. Perhaps it’s why the two of you fit together so well. Insecure fools, finding security in the other’s arms. It takes him a moment or two to glance up from the papers, but as soon as he does, he gapes at you, lips parted and eyes raking across your frame and back up to your face once more. It’s quiet, but you clearly hear the soft gasp that comes from him, which makes you smile sweetly to him and tilt your head to the side.  

“Good Morning, Dandelion.” Your voice is low and scratchy with sleep, pet name rolling easily from your tongue. It feels like a foolish thing to say, but every other thing that had come to mind was hardly better. “What are you doing?” The bard says nothing but grins and pushes himself back into the seat, opening his arms wide gesturing you onto his lap. It’s all the encouragement you need to walk over and clamber onto his lap, his arms wrap about you and tugs you closer still, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Afternoon, Dear Heart. It’s mid-afternoon.” He murmurs into your skin. “You looked so peaceful; I couldn’t be responsible for waking you when you were so blissful. Besides, I had compositions to overlook.” Squirming, you try to turn to look at the sheet music, but Jaskier holds you tighter still, face burrowing even further into the curve where your throat meets shoulder, his words make his lips brush against the sensitive skin, like kisses aborted before truly meeting their destination. “This chemise looks awfully familiar-”

“It looks better on me, Dandelion. Don’t you think?”  

“Everything looks amazing on you, Darling Dear.” He says softly and presses a teasing kiss to the corner of your mouth, and then one to the tip of your nose. “I’m quite sure you could wear rags and still be the most beautiful woman to have ever walked the earth.”  

“Flatterer.” You grin and rest your hands on the thick, downy fluff that covers his chest.

“I thought it sounded nicer than saying everything looks beautiful on you, but...”  

“But what?” You ask when his sentence dawdles to a stop without ending.  

“But I prefer you in nothing at all.” He grins, and despite all the ways his appearance has changed since the two of you arrive, you see your playful, boyish bard once more, all too proud of himself for having found a complimentary way of saying he wants you nude once more. It’s flattering, always will be flattering, that Jaskier loves your body in ways that you never have but you slap his arm playfully, more for your own sake than his; so you can pretend that you didn’t just consider stripping the shirt off to make his grin turn to the same flustered smile it always turns to when you exert any modicum of control over your bedroom activities. For all his experience, and your lack thereof, all it takes is you acting like you know what it is you’re doing to turn your Dandelion into a blushing, nervous mess of a man. The thought of his pink cheeks makes your own flush, and you try to distract yourself.

“What’s the time?”  

“Doesn’t matter in the slightest, Dear Heart. It’s a weekend, and you were so peaceful. I assumed after last night you would need all the rest you could possibly get.” The smug little grin that breaks across his face makes you blush harder. It had been a long night, and the thought of it sends a rush of heat to your sex.  

“O-oh.” You laugh weakly. Jaskier cups your cheek and pulls you into a soft, chaste kiss, the kind that makes your heart stop entirely for a second or two. His lips are softer here, not chapped and chafed by wind and travel, just plush and inviting. Just as you start to melt against him, and a hand travels up to grip his shoulder, he pulls back to glance back at the paper once more, “...Sorry. I must be distracting you-”  

“My favourite kind of distraction, My Love.” He squeezes your hips softly and tilts his head, “And I will never be too busy for you,” He pulls you closer still, chest pressed to chest, to rest his chin on your shoulder, looking to the papers once more. You’re sure it’s accidental, but he drags your bare cunt along his thigh, and you bite back a moan. “Especially seeing as you’re so bloody warm, like a little bed-warmer.”  

“A bed-warmer that you’re ignoring for music?” You tease, and one of his hands slips under the shirt to rest on the warm flesh of your waist as he shakes his head, sending chestnut hair brushing against your cheek, your own hand threading through the hair of his chest.  

“I’m not ignoring you. Gods, no one could ignore you if they tried. I just... I simply have to look over these compositions.” His voice is distant and distracted, he’s a thousand miles away, and you decide to try to be a good little bed-warmer, as he so eloquently put it, trying to stay still and keep him warm. You aren’t sure how long passes before you begin to shift, could be a second or an hour, but Jaskier’s thighs are not the most comfortable resting place you can imagine, so you shift up onto your knees for a second, using the added leverage of height to shift closer towards him, accidentally brushing your hips against his in your search for comfort, but instead only feel a familiar stiffness against your sex. The shock draws a soft gasp from you, and that makes Jaskier chuckle lowly.  

“Oh. I... You. You’re hard.” The words come out breathy and virginal, as if the idea of the man you’re sat atop of being attracted to you is some sort of strange impossibility rather than being obvious. He spends his nights with either his tongue or his cock buried inside you, but were someone to have heard that weak little statement, they would have assumed that You had never been so much as touched before in your life. Jaskier appreciates the absurdity if the chuckle he breathes out is anything to go by at all, you feel him turn his head and then the heat of open-mouthed kisses being pressed to the crook of your neck. Kisses there have always made you feel vulnerable, made worse by seeing what beasts could do if they got their teeth that close to your jugular, but Jaskier isn’t a beast. He’s barely like a man, more like a dream you’ve created for yourself, and he always kisses you there. He must like the vulnerability it makes you feel for the frequency he kisses it.  

“Have been since I saw you in my shirt.” He murmurs, quiet as though it’s a confession of sorts, head shifting slightly to brush his nose across the column of your throat. “It’s quite difficult to not be hard when you look so... Debauched.”  

“Debauched?”  

“As sin, My Love. Fucking... hair wild, neck bruised, tits barely covered... And in my clothes? Melitele, I cannot imagine anything more debauched.”  

“Your cum is dried on my thighs too.” You all but sing out. The reminder is all the encouragement he needs to reach down and trace lute-calloused fingers across the crust of spunk at the top of your legs. They don’t remain there for long, however, travelling up to trace across your slit.  

“And your soaked cunt too.” He says lightly, digits trailing across the seam and gathering as much of the wetness as he can, stopping just above the place where you need him most to bring up the fingers and slot them into his mouth, sucking on them with a purpose. The whine that escapes your mouth isn’t dignified in the slightest, but neither was the way he was dangling exactly what you want in front of you without letting you indulge.

“Don’t tease, Jask-”  

“I’d hardly call this teasing, especially compared to your coming out here in nothing but my shirt-”

“Julian~” You whine weakly. Using his birth name is so uncommon to you that you almost trip over the word, but it achieves some sort of reaction from him. He pulls back and stares at you, a hunger in his eyes as his pupils grow wider and trail down your body, lingering on your cunt for a second longer than the rest of you, then looking up to meet your gaze again. You know his usual lust filled gaze, light and flirtatious and appreciative but this is... hungry. Ravenous, as if he’s been denied you rather than staring at his own handiwork, littered across your body and encouraging his staring.

“No, Dear Heart. I have such a lot of music to review and grade. My students will be disappointed if I don’t do it quickly. So disappointed.” His voice is pointed but you know from the look on his face that he’s playing, with you and himself. A game to see who cracks first, one you have no interest in playing. You have absolutely no interest in making him beg for you, or begging for him, you just want to feel the blissful drag of his cock in and out of you. “Don’t be selfish. You get to have me all year, and these poor things only have my genius to consult for the winter.” Genius. You aren’t entirely sure about that, but watching him speak, all you can think of is him putting his clever mouth to work on you.  

He moves quickly, hands removing themselves from your skin to pick up the papers while his chin returns to your shoulder once more. It's infuriating, so you tug at his chest hair like a petulant child.  

“But you’re hard!” You whine out in utter indignation.  

“I know, Dear Heart. Your cunt is against my cock, of course I’m hard.” Jaskier says slowly, as if talking to a small child. “But, I’m also a professor who needs to overlook my student’s work.” He’s right, you know that he’s right, and it’s hardly as if Jaskier is some brute who leaves your needs ignored but, Gods, you’ve been wet since you saw him, and the thick ridge of his cock against you is hardly helping your situation. “You can feel how much I want to fuck you, Darling. Gods above and below, the things I want to do...” He sounds defeated, and you turn your head to gently peck his cheek. “But, truly, I do need to look at these.” You nod quickly and gnaw at your lip; you aren’t being fair, and you know it.

“Then look at them, Buttercup. I’ll just... keep you warm.” You smile sweetly and he nods then pecks your cheek.  

He’s busy. You know he’s busy, but he's still hard and it isn’t helping your situation. Memories of last night, specifically of how it had felt to sink down on him while his mouth worked about your nipple, comes to mind too which causes your hips to rut against his subconsciously, drawing a growl from the bard. It’s not a noise you know well, coming out when he feels slighted or is especially engrossed in a song, but it sends a rush of heat to your cunt once more and you desperately grind your hips into his again. This is not keeping him warm, your mind chides you, but the feeling of the lacing pressed upward by his tenting trousers rubbing against your clit is enough for you not to care about how you had promised to keep him warm. The only thing you care about right now is chasing the feeling of overwhelming pleasure.

“You... are toying with things beyond your control, Dear Heart.” He murmurs darkly, pulling back to stare at you once more and only serves to intensify the blush that is spread across your cheeks. Beyond your control? Jaskier? The thought makes you giggle.

“I am... I’m just trying to... warm you up.” The words come out stilted and gasped between each circling movement of your hips against his. “You. You said you... were cold. I’m trying to be a good... bed warmer.”  

A good bed warmer? Not at all. You want to be a good partner, a good woman-desperate to feel your lover's cock buried to the hilt inside of you; the blissful stretch that it causes, his hands guiding you gently in your ministrations. Even without his prick being free, you move against him as if it is, hips gyrating and tits bouncing with each movement, you try and pretend that the feeling of coarse lacing against your clitoris is all you need. In all honesty, it almost is, especially when Jaskier gives up all pretence of working and allows his hips to buck up and grips your hips tightly enough to bruise, guiding each circling motion that your hips make. You can almost feel the ridge of his cockhead through his undergarments, and sink down on it enough that the fabric covered tip almost sinks inside of you before you pull back and return to rubbing your sensitive nub against the fabric. All too soon, you feel yourself lifted onto the table and whine, trying to grab at him but stop when you see Jaskier scrabbling with the ties of his under clothes, finally pulling them loose and shoving them to just beneath the delicate curve of his bottom. It’s seldom you get to see him so desperate he can barely undress himself, but you don’t allow yourself to admire that for as long as you should like to, because of what catches your eye. His cock stands freely, the base framed by dark curls that creep up onto his stomach and into the thicket of hair across his chest, which makes your mouth water in a way you don’t understand and never want to. You just know that the thickness and slight curve of his member makes you want to sink to your knees to wrap your lips about the leaking, pink head and listen to the breathless moans that doing so always draws from him, prettier than any song that you’ve ever heard him sing. Without second thought, you try to push yourself off of the table to settle on the floor and take him in your mouth but are tugged unceremoniously back onto Jaskier's lap.  

“But-" You start, only to have Jaskier cut you off before you can voice your complaint.

“Hush.” The firmness of his voice silences you immediately, his hands guide you up to his member before one slides down to the puffy lips of your sex, spreading them before tugging you down onto him. The manoeuvre is hardly ceremonious, but it’s worth it to finally have that which it feels like you’ve been wanting for hours. The sensation of him splitting you open makes you moan loudly, hips returning to their frenzied bucking to try and reach climax, but your enjoyment is short lives seeing as your desperate canting is stopped by the tight grip on your thighs holding you in place.

“Jaskier?”  

“I thought you wanted to be a good bed warmer, Dear Heart.” His voice trills and you still. The way he says good is enough to make your breath hitch and heart falter.  

“I do-" You’d go to the end of the world for the slightest praise from the Bard, and the way you admit to it makes him grin, and cup your cheeks in both hands, trusting you enough not to move simply because you want to be good for him.

“Then be a good little darling and stay still for me, if you would.” All previous dark hunger that had edged his voice is gone, replaced with his usual childishness once more. You almost wouldn’t realise he was doing anything sexual at all were it not for him having just speared you onto himself. The strangeness of the situation makes you clench around him, drawing a moaned out curse from his lips.  

“But you're inside of me-"  

“You just said you wanted to keep me warm, Pet.” He says slowly, as if speaking to an untrained dog, and the newfound pet name is hardly doing much to dissuade that thought from your mind. “But we aren't in bed, and seeing as you made this mess, I suppose being a cock warmer rather than a bed warmer will have to do.” The candidacy with which he says the term makes you blink. Sometimes, you think, Jaskier forgets that he’s the only man you've ever been intimate with, so terms like... cock warmer, that he throws about like they’re nothing brings a nervousness about you. You don’t know what that even means, but it distracts you from the fact he had just implied that him being aroused by you is a ‘mess’.  

“A... cock... warmer.” You say, leaving a good few seconds gap between each word. The uncertainty in your voice is obvious, and the man inside you chuckles slightly and mumbles something to himself that you can’t quite make out, but sounds like ‘corrupting her’.  

“Sorry Darling. Look at me, throwing about terms you don’t know and acting as if you should.” He sounds genuinely apologetic, but there’s a level of something patronising to his words that you’re not sure he even knows is there, yet intrinsically sets off a need to argue within yourself that you’re barely capable of choking back. “I want you to sit here, looking as radiant as you always do... Debauched and in my clothes, my cum dried on you, with my cock inside of you. But. You cannot move.” He says it simply, as if it's a term people should already be acquainted with; factual, like he’s trying to teach you something new, and your core tightens around him. You wonder, dazed, if that is the tone of voice he uses when teaching his pupils about music.  

If so, you might have to sit in on a lecture. Or have him teach you about music in the privacy of your shared chambers, where you can shove a finger or two inside of yourself to alleviate the want that is developing between your thighs.  

“I can't move? But why?” You wanted it to sound inquisitive, but instead your voice comes out as a whine, and Jaskier grins at that.  

“Think of it as a game, Darling. To show who has more resilience to the other. Who will... fall victim to the carnality of being so close, but still not... fully intimate.” He's so confident that it is almost infuriating, made more angering still by the way he gently brushes his lips along yours as he speaks, refusing to fill the gaps and just kiss you. It’s already almost more than you can bare, hand slipping down to rub at the swollen bud not two inches from where his dick is resting inside of you, but feel it pinned to your thigh before you can so much as brush a finger across it.  

“No, no, no, Dear Heart. If this is a game, then that is cheating, no?” You want to slap the smug smile off of his face, or force your tongue into his mouth, either would please you. “You cum from me, or not at all.” And with that, his earlier predatory smile is back in full force, making you shiver. “If you can stay still for me while I mark these compositions then I'll fuck you the way you want me to. That seems a fair deal to me, don’t you think?” He grins, toothy and wide, and you nod wordlessly.  

“Good girl.”  

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DuMont (Part 3) Lemon

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Female Elf Ranger/Male Tiefling Barbarian Additional Tags: Exophilia, Tiefling, Elf, Kobold, Half Elf, Human, Rogue, Bard, Barbarian, Ranger, Mage, Wizard, D&D, Dungeons & Dragons, Sex, Third Person Perspective Words: 3839

Kharis seems dissatisfied with DuMont's... performance, so DuMont intends to ask for advice from Rupert. Things don’t go as planned. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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“Why do you do that?” Kharis asked as she and DuMont lay in their bed of straw and furs together.

They were sheltering in a run down barn on the outskirts of the nearest town. Rupert, Sanoh, and Norman were at an inn, but DuMont was too large to fit through most doors. Kharis decided to stay with DuMont instead of enjoying the comforts of the inn, which usually meant she was feeling frisky.

“Do what?” DuMont asked, looking over at her in confusion.

She sighed. “Ask me if I’m okay every time I make a noise when we have sex? And you’re always so gentle, like I’m made of glass and you’re scared you’re going to hurt me.”

“I am scared of that,” He replied, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at her. “I could injure you very easily if I’m not careful. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Kharis sighed discontentedly and reached up to scratch his chest absentmindedly. “It’s not that I don’t like the gentleness. It’s sweet. But I wish you would lose control sometimes, take charge, be spontaneous. Just grab me and fuck me senseless without even saying anything. I’m always the one who tells you what to do, and trust me I love giving orders, but I’d love it if you told me to just shut up and suck your dick once in a while.”

DuMont grimaced. “I don’t think I’d feel right, saying something like that.”

“That’s kind of my point, darling,” She said, sitting up with a slight chuckle. “You’re too pure for your own good sometimes. It’s growing up in that church that did it, it must be. What did that caretaker of yours tell you about sex?”

“That it was mostly a trap set by women to steal a man’s money. He was rather bitter about some woman in his past, I think, though he never talked about it.”

Kharis snorted. “That tracks. Look, it’s not like I want you to treat me badly or be cruel to me. It’s not about being gross or vulgar or wanting to hurt me, it’s about being aggressive, feral, demanding. Using my body to get what you want. When that’s done the right way, it’s so sexy. And I’m giving you consent to do it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“But I don’t know how to do that without hurting you,” He said, mildly frustrated.

Kharis sighed again. “I know, angel. It’s alright, don’t worry yourself too much over it. We’ll figure it out.” She rolled into him and snuggled against his body. “Get some sleep. We need to be up and moving before dawn. Love you.”

“Love you,” DuMont echoed, curling his body around hers and making sure she was as warm as he could make her.

Kharis fell asleep pretty quickly, but DuMont was unable to fall asleep for some time. He replayed the conversation with Kharis over and over in his mind, trying to parse what it was she wanted. Did she really want him to hurt her or be violent with her? That couldn’t be right. When he was violent, he killed people. He didn’t even mean to kill people sometimes, it just happened. He was still trying to gauge his strength and he often failed. How could he be forceful with her and not end up injuring her, or even killing her?

Maybe he could ask Rupert or Norman. Rupert and Sanoh were… very active… almost as active as he and Kharis were, but they both had more experience than he did. Norman was known to hire companions frequently, so he had different partners often. Norman and Rupert might be able to help.

The next day, the five of them came upon something that they hadn’t encountered in their travels: a proper bathhouse. It was lavish and resplendent and wildly out of place in this little town.

“Oh! Look!” Kharis said, pointing excitedly. “Look how big the doors are! DuMont, you’ll fit! We should splurge a little! We made a ton of gold from our last job and I haven’t had a bath that wasn’t in a cold pond in ages. Please, let’s go!”

“I’m totally down for this,” Sanoh said. “My scales have been so dry and itchy. I think I’m getting ready to molt.” She grimaced and scratched at her arm, which did look a bit flaky. “I hate molting. I’m out of commission for a solid week. It’s such an inconvenience.”

“How often do you molt?” Norman asked.

“Once a year. The good news is, once I’m done we can sell the skin for a good price. People grind it up and use it as a wound paste.”

“That’s actually fascinating,” Rupert said. “I wonder what magical properties your sheds might have.”

“Yeah, that’s great and totally not gross at all, are we doing this or what?” Kharis said impatiently.

“Sure, sure,” Norman said. “As long as we’re not spending all our money, it’s fine.”

The four of them started forward toward the building, but DuMont hesitated. Kharis doubled back.

“You okay, big guy?” She asked, patting his arm.

“Are you sure you want me to come in with you?” He asked apprehensively.

“Of course!” Kharis said. “Have you ever had a proper bath before?”

“I don’t think so,” He said.

“Then this could be an opportunity for you. Come get pampered with us. It’s fun.”

DuMont groused uncertainly, but he allowed Kharis to drag him into the bathhouse.

DuMont felt very out of place inside the pastel walls of the parlor, looking around at the delicate figurines and statues with discomfort and attempting to make himself smaller. The hostess, an elven woman, looked at him warily but greeted them all brightly.

“Welcome to the Rushing Waters Baths. Will you be needing separate rooms or a communal room this evening? The separate rooms are more private, but also more expensive.”

“One for the boys and one for the girls?” Rupert asked.

“Sounds good to me,” Kharis said. “Do you have one big enough for my sweetheart here?” She patted DuMont’s arm.

The elven woman looked him up and down appraisingly. “Unfortunately, I think the only bath that will fit him is the public bath. However, we have no other customers at the moment, so he will have it to himself.”

“Oh, that’s great!” Kharis said. “You’ll get to stretch your legs and soak for a while.”

DuMont grunted. “Thank you,” He said, addressing the hostess. His deep, low voice rattled the shelves slightly.

“We also offer laundering services,” The hostess said. “Simply leave your clothing on the shelves at the exterior of the bathing rooms and a silver for the service.”

DuMont looked down at himself and the simple loincloth he wore for modesty’s sake. He also donned a simple coat that Kharis had fashioned for him out of some large drapes for when it started getting cold. She wasn’t a great seamstress and the coat was a little haphazard and slapdash, but DuMont had treasured the gift and rarely took it off.

He had money now for the first time in his life, but there wasn’t many places that made clothing in his size. He could commission something, he supposed, but considering how often he ended up covered with dirt and blood, there wasn’t much point.

“You will need to leave your… weapons,” She glanced at the massive church bell tied to a post that DuMont used as a bludgeon. “At the door, of course. They will also be cleaned.”

“This is a strange place to be in the middle of such a small town,” Norman said.

“We’re a resort town, actually,” The hostess replied in a chipper tone that made Kharis roll her eyes.

“A what?” DuMont asked.

“It’s a town rich people build so they can pretend to be simple country folk while looking down their noses at them at the same time,” Kharis said in an undertone. The hostess frowned at her.

“How much for two private rooms and the public bath?” Sanoh asked, redirecting the hostess’s attention.

“The public bath is only two copper, and another copper for soap,” The hostess replied, still eyed Kharis while disfavor. “For two private baths, it’s six silver. Soap and towels are provided.”

“Do you provide companionship?” Norman asked.

“Wait until we get to the inn, Norm!” Rupert said. “I don’t want to be in the room with you when you have your fun!”

“Prude,” Norman sniffed.

“We actually own the inn, as well,” The hostess said. “You can book your rooms and companionship here for later, if you’d like.”

“Good, let’s do that,” Norman said.

It took a few minutes for them to iron out all the details while DuMont stood in the back awkwardly. He then waited while his friends were led to their own bathing rooms.

Before he could be taken to the public bath, he asked the hostess, “Could I visit my friends’ room? I’d like to ask their advice privately.”

“Of course,” The hostess said. “Right this way.”

She led him to one of the rooms, in which there was a flowery perfume smell. Steam emanated from under the door.

“They are undressing in the side room,” The hostess said. “You are free to wait for them.”

“Thank you, miss,” He replied. She nodded and excused herself.

DuMont stepped in and lowered his massive body into a squat-sit position, waiting patiently. The door opened after a moment, and to his dismay, a very naked Sanoh walked through. DuMont slapped his hands over his eyes.

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed. “The hostess must have brought me to the wrong room! I meant to go to the mens’ bath!”

Sanoh laughed. “It’s okay, big guy!” He heard the sound of her slipping into the water. “Feeling a bit lonely? Did you want to bath with the guys?”

“No,” He replied, still covering his eyes. “Well, yes, but no. I wanted to ask their advice about something.”

“Oh?” She said, her voice piqued with interest. “Maybe I can help. What’s the problem?”

“Oh…” DuMont hesitated. “Well… It’s private.”

“It’s about Kharis?” Sanoh hazarded.

“Yes,” He responded.

“Is it about sex?” Sanoh said shrewdly.

“Yes,” He said, almost dropping his hands in surprise. “How did you know?”

“Because Kharis and I talk, sweetie,” She replied. “Look, you can lower your hands. I’m not all that shy, honey; ask Rupert. Besides, if you want to know what a woman wants during sex, you shouldn’t ask a man. Why don’t you get in and sit with me and we can talk. Kharis is getting a drink, so she’ll be a few minutes.”

DuMont slowly lowered his hands and was relieved to see that Sanoh had sunk beneath the bath, which seemed to have a cloudy, pleasant smelling mixture in it that obscured most of her body. He carefully stood up and climbed into the bath, raising the level of the water by at least a foot. He took great care not to crowd her, looking much like an oversized dog crouching in a box too small for him.

“Alright, so what’s the issue?” She asked.

“Kharis wants me to be more aggressive,” DuMont said, hanging his head. “But I’m worried that I might hurt her.”

“I see,” Sanoh said, leaning forward a little. “I mean, I like a little bit of pain during sex, but I imagine it would be difficult for you, considering your size and strength.”

“That’s what worries me,” He replied anxiously.

“Well, there are plenty of ways of being assertive without hurting anyone,” Sanoh replied. “What about just ripping her clothes off the next time you feel frisky? Ooh, with your teeth! That would be hot.”

“But wouldn’t I make her mad if I ruin her clothes?” DuMont asked, cocking his head.

Sanoh shook her head. “Trust me, do it right, and she’ll be putty in your hands. Besides, we’re flush with cash right now. Kharis can buy new clothes. Kharis is also a little bit of an exhibitionist, so she’d probably like some public sex.”

DuMont balked at this idea. “That’s indecent! And also illegal, as far as I know!”

“I don’t mean do it out in the open! Although, knowing Kharis, she would probably love that,” Sanoh muttered thoughtfully. “No, no, somewhere public adjacent, like a rooftop or just beyond a tree line, somewhere you have the potential to be caught.”

DuMont frowned uncertainly. “Alright. What else could I do?”

“You could snarl at her when the two of you are getting in the mood. Some women really love that primal, feral energy. Love bites could be good, too. I do love it when Rupert puts his teeth to my scales.”

“But…” DuMont ran a finger over his exposed fangs. “I don’t know if I could do that. What if I actually bit her?”

“Drawing a little bit of blood might be alright, just don’t go very deep.”

DuMont grimaced uncertainly, but didn’t say anything.

“Honestly, honey, I think you’re really overthinking things. You’re just a big sweetie pie! I don’t think you could hurt Kharis, even if you tried to.”

“That’s patently incorrect,” DuMont protested.

“Just try it, big guy,” Sanoh insisted. “It’s called experimenting for a reason. If it doesn’t work out, then you don’t have to do it again.”

“I suppose,” DuMont replied slowly.

“Either way, Kharis should be here soon, and you should go take your bath. First rule of being a freelance mercenary: never let something you paid money for go to waste.”

With some difficulty, he climbed out of Sanoh’s bath and headed back for the public bath. It was fairly large; he was able to stretch out, still clothed, and soak his whole body with relative ease. He swam around the bath a little, using the soap Kharis had bought for him to wash his body and clothes.

In the warm water, he mulled over the suggestions Sanoh had given him. Feral, huh? Like… maybe hunting? The only time he really let loose is when he was hunting, though his intent was usually to kill. Perhaps he could modify it and turn it into a game? Would Kharis like that? He could try it.

After only ten minutes, he rinsed himself and got out of the bath, sloshing water all over the floor and walked dripping back out into the foyer, the hostess glaring at him as he exited the bathhouse. Should he try now? It certainly would be unexpected. He wanted to be more spontaneous, like Kharis suggested, and take her by surprise. She might like that.

Hide. He needed to hide. There was a grove of trees near the bathhouse, an orchard likely belonging to the inn. The trees weren’t especially dense, but the sun was setting and it would be easy enough to hide in the dark.

It was over an hour before Kharis came out of the bathhouse. She was alone, thankfully, and looking around with concern, likely for him. It was understandable; DuMont usually stuck close to Kharis in unfamiliar places.

“DuMont?” She called. “Where’d you go?”

DuMont purposefully snapped a twig, catching Kharis’s attention. She spun around and looked into the orchard, squinting, and moved away from the lantern light.

“Is that you?” She asked as she walked forward.

DuMont let a low, quiet, guttural snarl issue from his throat, shifting his weight carefully. Kharis’s brow furrowed and she laid a hand on the hilt of her short sword. DuMont moved forward slowly, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He had to admit, this was kind of fun.

“Show yourself!” She said. “I’m armed!”

DuMont snarled again, a little louder this time. Kharis started backing away, beginning to draw her weapon.

Now.

DuMont rushed out of the shadows of the orchard, snatching Kharis by the waist and throwing her over his shoulder, making her squeak in surprise, and began to scale the tall bathhouse building, digging his claws into the stone.

“DuMont!” She shrieked, smacking his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

DuMont didn’t answer, just continued to climb the wall up toward the roof. As he pulled himself up, he dropped her unceremoniously, pulling rope from his waist pack. Kharis watched in confusion as he tied her hands up, behind, and down to her legs.

“DuMont, what are you doing?” She asked, a slight smile on her face.

“Taking your advice,” He replied, a deep growl to his words.

Her eyebrows raised, intrigued. “Well, I’m glad, but how are you going to get my clothes off if I’m tied up like this?”

He took hold of her tunic with his hands and ripped it open down the front, exposing her breasts to the air. Her skin smelled of the rose and cardamom soap she had used.

“Oh,” Kharis said. “Well, then.”

He put her on the ground and sniffed down her body, growling low like an animal stalking prey. She bit her lip and squirmed a little. DuMont pressed his nose in between her legs and took a deep breath before taking the fabric in his teeth and ripping it, tearing a ragged hole

“Oh, fuck,” He rasped. “That’s so fucking hot.”

His tongue came out and licked a large swipe up and down, and she strained against the ropes, squealing. She was swollen and pulsing against his tongue, and he could tell she was enjoying herself.

With one hand, he picked her up and carried her to the ledge, where there was a large decorative gargoyle looking down over the courtyard. He placed her face down on top of it, so that she could see the courtyard. The way the light was directed by the lanterns, she could see down, but people couldn’t see her. Probably.

Holding her down with his hand, he plunged his tongue inside her and contracted it over and over, in and out, up and down. She moaned loudly, and DuMont answered with a snarl. The entire lower half of her body was inside his jaws, and while he knew he wouldn’t hurt her, he had to admit that the hint of danger was thrilling.

Her hips moved in time with his strokes until she lay her face down against the stone and just whimpered in pleasure. Before she could recover, he withdrew his jaws and lined himself up with her entrance, thrusting in hard.

She howled, making as much noise as she could, reveling in the feeling of him inside of her and the idea of being overheard by anyone down below. She’d always loved the idea of being almost caught.

She began to quiet down to a faint whimpering, and the interior of her body flexed and contracted as she climaxed around his cock. He slowed to let her draw out the orgasm, and then sped up again, thrusting so hard that her body rocked to and fro on the back of the gargoyle. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and pulled her up against him, holding her in the air and pumping into her, moving her on him, using her body as she told him to. He granted her, it did feel amazing.

Her head was thrust back and she grunted with her teeth clenched, her eyes closed. Her face was flushed, a vein bulging in her neck, and she was sweating all down her body.

“Are you--” He began, but she opened her eyes and snarled, “Don’t you fucking dare ask if I’m okay,” and he shut his mouth.

He thrust and thrust vigorously, with more force than he normally used, until her body went completely stiff and she was gasping for air, then went limp in his arms. He slowed his movement to a crawl, giving her a moment to recover, before driving himself back in again, full-speed, not giving her a chance to regain speech. She strained against her restraints, not as though she wanted to be free of them, but in a manner that suggested she was trying to contract and stretch with pleasure, the muscles in her stomach and legs rigid and hard. Her face was red with exertion and sweat poured off her body.

“Cum,” She grunted at him. “Cum for me. Do it.”

He snapped his hips against hers faster still, the rise of ecstasy building in him quickly, and he roared as he released inside her. He had to be careful not to drop her as he felt himself pop finally, gushing and shooting into her. As such, he did manage to lay her down before collapsing. As exhausted as he was, he used his claws to snap the ropes free and let her body completely relax under him.

“Is that what you wanted?” He asked breathlessly.

“Shush,” She replied faintly. “Let me bask in the afterfuck.”

They lay there together on the cool bricks of the roof, the evening air blowing lazily over their flushed, overheated skin.

Eventually, Kharis pushed on DuMont’s shoulder and he rolled off and lay next to her. She sighed contentedly.

“Yes, to answer your question,” She said. “That was undoubtedly the best lay I have ever had in my life. I didn’t think you had that in you, but I’m pleasantly surprised.”

“I wasn’t too rough?” He asked.

“No, not at all,” She said. “It was perfect. Just what I needed.” She rolled on her side and looked up at him. “You weren’t uncomfortable with doing it, were you?”

“No,” He replied. “I was uncertain I was doing what you wanted and worried I was hurting you. Did I?”

She shook her head. “I think if you had gone any harder than you did, you might’ve, but it was great.”

“Good,” He said, satisfied. “The hunting and stalking part was really fun, I enjoyed that very much.”

She laughed. “You startled me, certainly, but it was fun. Next time we’re camping in the woods, we should have ourselves a nice game of hide and seek.”

“I would like that,” He said.

“Well,” She said, hopping to her feet. “I’m starting to get cold, and my clothes are…” She looked over at the shreds of her tunic and trousers. “Well, unwearable. Can you give me a lift down to the ground?”

“But you’re naked.”

She shrugged. “I’ve got spares in my bag downstairs.”

“But you’re naked.”

She snorted. “It’s not the first time I’ve walked nude through an inn before and it likely won’t be the last. Just get me down.”

He obliged, lifting her onto his back and scaling back down the wall. Kharis drew a lot of stares as she made her way through the common area of the inn. Like normal, DuMont was too large to get into the inn, but he watched Kharis from the door to make sure she didn’t run into trouble.

Norman, Sanoh, and Rupert were sitting and drinking, staring at Kharis as she strode through the room, though Sanoh caught sight of DuMont at the door and smirked, winking at him.

If he ever needed advice in the future, he definitely knew who to ask.

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As loyal as a... Hellhound?

I don’t know where this came from. I was supposed to go to bed 2 hours ago. But I like it.

Witch!Eddie and Hellhound!Familiar!Richie or something ah a h a aa 

enjoy my sleep deprivation!

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The magic circle on the floor pulsed a dull purple - barely light enough to add even a slight glow to the room. Eddie squinted at the book open on his desk, pushing his nose close enough that he could smell the musty pages. He shot back up and rubbed his face, even though it hadn’t touched the book anyway. Fucking library spell books – Creation only knew how many students had touched these pages in the past. He shuddered and rubbed his nose harder.

“What the fuck is with spells requiring candlelight anyway – how’s anyone supposed to ever see a fucking thing?” Eddie pushed up the sleeves of his black robes and moved a candle closer to the book. The last thing he needed was for his robes to catch fire. He’d seen the results of that when the new kid had got overenthusiastic lighting the fire under his cauldron in Potions class. Not that it had been much a problem for him, because even though he had transferred into their class late into the year he’d already summoned himself a familiar, and he was lucky that it was a fire-aligned Hellcat. The flames had disappeared in a blink.

Eddie grabbed a glass shaker half full of salt from beside the spell book and shook it more vigorously than he intended to into the faintly glowing magic circle on his wooden floor. Four shakes exactly.

He’d just about managed to drag his desk and his bed against the walls to give himself enough room to draw the summoning circle and set it off, but it was cramped now, and he was having to stand almost wedged between the edge of desk and his door – (securely locked of course) – to make sure nothing was touching the chalk marks. He’d only managed to steal a few nearly entirely burned down candles from his classrooms without anyone noticing, so he had a very limited amount of light, and one of them had already sputtered out in the time it had taken him to prepare the ingredients for the spell.

“Make sure you don’t mess up any of the steps, perform the spell exactly as it is written,” Eddie muttered under his breath, in a poor imitation of his Summoning Teacher, “but you’ve got to do the whole spell by the shittiest amount of candlelight you can imagine – good luck!”

He flung a pinch of the herbs he had crushed earlier (ground in an anti-clockwise motion, for three exact minutes) into the circle, and it pulsed dully again as the powder disappeared into the spell.

Eddie gave a small sigh as he read the words he would need to add to the spell, since reciting incantations had always made him feel like even more of a loser. “I summon thee,” he whispered, desperately hoping he wasn’t going to wake any of his neighbours. “I summon a creature to be my balance. I summon a creature to be a conduit of my power.”

He felt dumb even though he was alone, but he wasn’t going to be the only one in his year without a familiar anymore. It was his last chance before he graduated.

Eddie couldn’t wait to see their faces when he walked out of the dorms in the morning, with a Hellcat familiar trotting beside him. He didn’t even care which element it was aligned to. The only reason he hadn’t been able to summon one during class was because they were all watching him, he knew it – he knew it... But he could still hear his mother’s voice in his head whenever he failed a spell, telling him that he’s too weak to perform magic. She’d already held him back for a year before he’d started at the institute, but then he’d finally worked up the nerve to go anyway without her permission. She had cried and begged him not to go, telling him his weak constitution would kill him if he performed magic – just like his father. Well, too bad for her, that’s what had convinced him to go. Just knowing he was following in his father’s footsteps made him feel closer to him somehow, and he wasn’t going to die.

Eddie let three rose petals drift out of his fingers into the circle.

He was stronger than that.

The petals disappeared and the circle finally began to glow a little brighter. Not exactly what the book was saying it should look like, but there was one more ingredient to go and he was sure it would all come together after that. Eddie felt a bubble of excitement in his stomach, but he tried to keep a straight face while he prepared to throw in the final sprig of holly – magic was serious business and he’d always been told the importance of treating it with reverence and respect when it was being performed. Eddie let out a little huff as he realised that taking it seriously was probably why Stan was top of every class. He frowned as he felt the familiar tug of pride for his friend that mixed with the jealousy at the ease that he aced every spell.

Not the time!

Eddie pushed away thoughts of Stan as he tried to focus again.

One ingredient left.

Then he would have a special familiar of his own, finally.

Eddie swapped the sprig of holly to his left hand, ready to throw, but yelped as one of the points of the leaf pricked his finger. “Ow!” He shook his hand out of reflex and watched in horror as the spiky green leaves flew out of his injured fingers almost in slow motion – straight into the circle. “Shit!”

But nothing happened.

Eddie could feel his heart pounding in his chest, hear it booming in his ears, and shuddered as his body ran hot and cold all over.

But still nothing happened.

Eddie desperately wanted to pluck it back and his fingers twitched restlessly at his side in response to the impulse but crossing into a magic circle would be even worse than adding blood into a summoning spell. He was only just about mentally prepared for one potential absolute fuck up.

Eddie barely breathed as he stood still for a few agonising minutes. But still the sprig of holly, with one drop of red on one of its spikes, sat innocently in a circle that was growing dimmer by the second.

Oh. Well. At least nothing happening was worse than something terrible. He supposed.

But Eddie couldn’t help but feel disappointed that he’d gone to all the trouble of foraging for all the ingredients himself, stealing candles, sweet talking Mike into letting him borrow out of the restricted section of the library, moving all his heavy furniture (what was with witches and stupidly heavy old fashioned wood) and trying to wake anyone or arouse suspicion. For nothing.

Eddie squeezed his tiny cut carefully, his attention drawing away from his failed spell, and watched as a bead of red welled up. He cringed, even at his own blood, and pulled a band aid from the fanny pack beneath his robes. He’d washed all of the ingredients before the spell, just in case any residual dirt on the plant matter got into the circle, so he at least knew the cut was clean and was unlikely to get infected if he kept it covered.

Something flashing red caught Eddie’s attention.

He looked back at the summoning circle, but horror crawled down his spine as he realised that the holly had finally disappeared and the circle was glowing a bright, blood red. It flashed again in a pulse that lit the entire room. Eddie jumped back with such force that he hit his hip against the desk he was still wedged by and gasped with pain.

“Shit!” he hissed. “Shit, shit, shit!”

The circle was so bright Eddie could no longer keep his eyes open, so he scrunched them closed tightly and held his hands up to shield them. What was happening? The light finally faded, and Eddie lowered his hands slowly. He opened his eyes even slower, barely daring to look.

The summoning circle he’d drawn in chalk was gone, but in its place was a large black dog with shaggy, messy fur. Bright, dark eyes regarded the room curiously, and a pink tongue lolled out of its mouth as it looked around. It was much larger than a regular dog – like the size of a wolf, with long lanky legs and a thick bushy tail. Eddie took one sharp breath and its eyes immediately snapped over to him as its tall, pointed ears both perked higher on its head. The tongue stayed flopped out of the side of bright canine teeth, as the dog’s mouth seemed to open even wider in something almost like a smile, almost offsetting how terrifyingly large and dangerous the creature looked.

Eddie tried to take another breath, but it came in wheezy and tight. Oh, no. He gripped a hand to his chest as he tried again, twisting the fabric of his robes in his fist, but he gulped on nothing and couldn’t even back any further away.

The dog’s tongue retreated into its mouth as it tilted its head curiously.

Eddie fumbled with the zip on his fanny pack, having closed it again after putting on his band aid, and distantly wondered if he’d prefer death by asthma (panic) attack or death by the teeth of whatever demon he had accidentally summoned.

The dog barked – just a small yipping sound – and Eddie waved his hands rapidly in a shushing motion. “You’ll wake the dorm asshole!” he wheezed, then paled because he’d just told some unknown demon to shush and called it an asshole, because he was worried he’d wake his classmates when that should be really fucking low on the priority scale right now.

The dog huffed in the way that dogs do, but there was almost an amused ring to it. Its tail thumped on the floor twice as it wagged a little.

Eddie reached again for his fanny pack. “Fuck,” he muttered, feeling his chest constrict even tighter.

The dog nodded its head and huffed again, and a flash of red light sparkled in front of its paws.

Eddie froze at the sight. It was his inhaler. He’d know it anywhere. With shaking fingers Eddie finally freed the zip from where it was caught and reached inside his fanny pack – no inhaler.

“How did you…?”

The dog’s tail thumped on the floor again. Did it expect him to reach over for it? Eddie squeezed his eyes shut. Well, he either picked up his inhaler or suffocated. But that thing’s teeth looked huge and sharp and it could just be waiting for an excuse for him to get close so it can snap its jaws around his neck.

The light from the few candles left burning was getting low, but Eddie looked over at the dog again. For some reason he just didn’t get the impression that it was unfriendly or wanted to hurt him. He supposed that if it had wanted to hurt him it had had plenty of opportunities so far. Hadn’t it even somehow teleported his inhaler out of his fanny pack for him?

Could be part of the trap though, Eddie thought again, his mind racing in circles.

He let out another wheeze. “Fuck it. Don’t bite me.” He crouched down and reached forwards. In one jerky movement Eddie had straightened back up and breathed in a huge puff of his inhaler. He made a face at the taste.

Which started the tail wagging again. The dog was definitely amused.

“What are you?” came tumbling out of Eddie’s mouth before he could stop himself. The dog opened its mouth and Eddie quickly placed his hand on top of it. The fur there was soft and velvety. “No, shh, don’t bark.”

The dog pulled its snout back and sneezed. There was another flash of red light, which Eddie had to shield his eyes from, and when he turned back there was now a person where the dog had been. The candlelight was even worse, but it was easy to see that he was taller than Eddie, with long limbs like the dog, almost lanky and out of proportion, messy black hair that looked just like its fur, and the same amused, dark eyes.

He was also naked.

Eddie immediately turned his face to the ceiling. “Oh for the love of Creation, put some fucking clothes on.”

A chuckle answered him and there was another brief flash.

“Better?”

When Eddie looked back, he was wearing ripped black jeans and a black t-shirt, with a bright yellow button-down shirt open over the top. A pair of large glasses stood out on his pale face.

For some reason it was the glasses that made Eddie lower his guard. Did demons need a prescription?

As if sensing that’s where Eddie’s attention lay the stranger pushed the glasses higher up his nose and tousled his hair, almost self-consciously. “Shitty eyesight,” he said with a shrug. “Which reminds me…” He clicked his fingers and the candlelight strengthened even though the candles stayed the same. The room was cast into a comfortable amount of light and Eddie realised that the demon looked almost the same age as himself.

Eddie’s eyes narrowed again. It was funny how a bit of light made him more confident, but whatever was going on, he wanted absolutely no part in it anymore. “Demon… be gone,” he said grandly, though still quietly, slashing his hands through the air as if that would help somehow.

“Uh… What are you doing?” The demon tilted his head in the same way he had done as the dog.

“Trying to un-summon you. Send you back to wherever you came from,” Eddie explained, turning back to the book on his desk and hoping there was an undo spell for blood related summoning mishaps.

Fuck.

The demon laughed. “Wait, did you like, butt-dial me?”

“Butt-? What-?”

“You didn’t mean to summon me?” he clarified.

“What the fuck? No! Why would I want to summon a demon? I was supposed to summon a familiar. A Hellcat.”

He laughed again. “I’m not a demon, man!”

Eddie looked him up and down, his eyes even narrower than before. Scrutinising. Trying to find the truth. “Uh-huh,” he finally replied, unconvinced.

“Hey, I’m not. I’m a Hellhound.”

“Never heard of them.”

“Uh, yeah, because we’re super rare and cool.”

“Sure, okay. Well I was actually after a Hellcat, so…” Eddie wasn’t sure what had possessed him to be this rude to the creature he had summoned, but there was something about the easy way he was looking at him, his relaxed posture and the amusement dancing in his dark eyes that just rubbed him the wrong way. His smile was a grin, all teeth, like when he’d been a dog – hellhound – before. He would bet that if his tongue were long enough that he would let it loll out of his mouth like a dog too.

Focus, Eddie!

“If you could just go back to where you came from, that would be great, thanks.” Nobody would need to ever know that he had botched the spell this badly. What the fuck was a Hellhound anyway?

“That’s gonna be a problem, actually. I should probably introduce myself” – he cleared his throat – “the name’s Richie Tozier, Hellhound, and the new familiar of one Edward Kaspbrak.”

Eddie opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Then finally settled with a quiet, “What?”

“Congratulations,” Richie said with a wink. “You got yourself a catch. Can I call you Eds?”

“-No. Get out.”

“-I’ll call you Eds. You sealed the summon with a blood pact. So, I’m here to stay – lucky you!”

“A blood pact?” Eddie managed, in a high panicked voice.

“Yup,” he replied with a pop on the ‘p’. “I require long walks and fresh human flesh twice a day.”

Eddie paled.

“Oh fuck, Eds, I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He waved his hands in the air in surrender. “I’m your familiar, so as long as you don’t use up all your magic, I’m good.”

Eddie let the words ‘your familiar’ sink in for a moment before he finally let out a breath. “Don’t call me Eds.”

Richie laughed, which didn’t bode well for him taking any notice. Weren’t familiars supposed to do what their witch said? But then again, he’d never heard of a familiar that could shapeshift. He’d never even heard of a Hellhound at all until five minutes ago. He was in way over his head. What kind of accidental magic did he just do?

Eddie groaned and raked his hands through his hair. “I have no idea how I’m going to explain you to the teachers tomorrow. Like, what do I do? Confess to performing restricted magic unsupervised?”

“Well, you’re stuck with me, either way,” Richie said with another wink, and he even added in finger guns afterwards.

Eddie groaned.  

#please take this and enjoy it I need to go sleep omg #Reddie #I like it though #Reddie fanfiction #Richie x Eddie #my fanfiction #IT stuff #I enjoyed thinking of this AU #maybe I'll write more idk

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Descending Into Power Chapter Eight: Bloody Sundown

Hey hey, guys, gals, and in between pals! Glad I could finally get this chapter written in a way that I felt good showing to others. Combat isn’t my forte, so I’m never very confident in what I’m writing. This chapter is rather combat-heavy, but it’s necessary for the story. This chapter officially marks the end of the first act of our novel. Hope you’re ready for next week when we dive right into the second act. I expect the next one to be a bit slower and more character-driven than this one which is more event-based.

Hope you enjoy the show!

~ Chance/Synth

PS: Please note that I have changed “Kobold” into “Zalyk”. They are similar creatures, but not the same. I have also changed the Zalyk character from blue and black scales to red and black scales.

CW: Violence, excessive blood, strong language, burn wounds, fire, death, highly graphic description of an off-screen death, death threats, abandonment

I stalked up the hill toward the people who had stolen my kill, my broken body fueled by rage alone. My body was dangerously hot, my steps leaving burned earth in my wake. Everything was agony and anger. 

The red and black Zalyk hopped off the creature’s back, daggers drawn and teeth bared. “I’d stop there, pal. Come any closer and you’re in a world of hurt.”

A tall, slender Ursan in metal and leather armor with Sigil of Life on her chest stepped in front of the Zalyk, giving him a warning look. “Forgive my friend. He speaks rashly. I would like to discuss your grievances before anyone but this creature loses their heads.” The pads of her handset off a gentle white glow. Their friendly, confident smile faded when I continued forward with just as much rage in my glowing, bright green eyes. 

A short, stocky Gueldon with long pointed ears and copper-toned skin crossed their muscular arms over their bare chest. “Thought those new Social Powers were supposed to work, Wy. Seems like I’ll have to handle this with my fists. As usual.” They hopped on top of MY kill and shook out their shoulders, grinning down at me as their eyes burned crimson. “You shoulda listened when my friends said stop.” 

Fire engulfed their hands and the fact that their skin wasn’t burned somehow made me more furious. Why could they wield their Powers without damaging themself? Why was I cursed? What made them so special?

Nothing.

The squat Gueldon leaped at me, crimson slashes glowing on their flesh. I stopped my forward motion and tilted my head at my descending opponent, time seeming to slow down as they got closer. My eyes were drawn to two sigils burning above their head, one the Sigil of Fire, the other the Sigil of Destruction. 

Gueldon Barbarian. Dodge and strike fast.

I rolled out of the way and back onto my feet just before the Gueldon slammed into the ground, leaving a crater around them. When they turned to glare at me, teeth bared, I struck them in the mouth with my boot heel. 

Behind you.

I whipped around and landed an uppercut to a pink and purple scaled Drakyn wearing simple white and brown robes as they attempted to sneak up on me. My hit lifted them off their feet and sent them flying several feet.

Look up.

I raised my eyes to the sky and rolled away from a missile of silver light. Just like the one that had taken my killing blow. Though I had begun to feel worn, my anger was stoked again by this perceived insult.

“Fuck.” A rather slight Lupine with silver and brown fur and panicked magenta eyes attempted to hide beyond the crest of the hill, but it was too late for them.

I sprinted up the hill and tackled the cowardly wolfman, holding him by his throat and slowly increasing my pressure. He clawed at my burned skin, tearing it apart like paper and covering us both in my blood. I didn’t care though. I had resigned myself to dying by the end of this fight. There was no way I was going to win.

Not with that attitude.

I was thrown from my place when an arrow buried itself in my shoulder. I snapped the end from it so the part within my body would act as a stopper for even more blood loss. I was growing dizzy from expending so much Magic and losing such a large quantity of blood. I pulled myself up to a sitting position and only barely held myself upright. I watched the blurred image of a black and silver furred Heikin approach with her bow held by their side.

She shook her head and slung their bow over their shoulder, pulling a hunting knife from her belt. “It’s really a shame things have to end this way, kid. You seem like you have a lot of potential. May Palec be kind in your passage.”

The Lupine let out a choked warning and pointed skyward. “Timurow, look out!”

Timurow only had time to look up before being lifted off her feet and hurled at the Ursan who had tried to reason with me, Samriel landing near me with his wings, arms, and chest engulfed in flames. His veins were black from the Corruption running through the Demon. 

He looked down at me, his eyes burning embers in a sea of darkness.  “Stay awake for me, okay? I have some trash to take care of.” He stalked toward the three party members who stood on the hill with us, spreading his wings as molten amber rained down from them.

The Ursan was first to her feet and grabbed a mace from her belt, standing in front of her friends with white glowing paws. “This has all been a massive misunderstanding. We can talk about this like civilized beings, right?” The waver in her voice made her attempts useless.

Sam growled at the group with bared fangs. “Things have progressed far past being civilized, Cleric. You have damn near killed my ward and you expect me to be civilized? And I wouldn’t waste your Magic on those Social Powers. I’m delighted to tell you that you cannot use your low-level Power on me. How sad for you, though.”

The Ursan stared at the enraged Demon for half a second before scooping up the Lupine and the Heikin and dashing down the hill toward the other party members. “Time for running!” There was hesitation from the other two, but as soon as Samriel lifted from the ground, they realized the danger they were in and scrambled toward the forest. A wall of flames exploded from the ground in front of the fleeing party.

Samriel quickly descended upon the party and I could hear a vicious fight ensuing below me. I laid down in the burned grass and stared at the nearly dark sky, the only real light coming from Samriel’s flames. There was nothing I could do to help. I could barely keep my eyes open, much less hold my own in further fighting. I lost the fight with my eyelids and desperately tried to cling to consciousness.

My eyes shot open again when I heard a footstep in the singed grass. The black and red Zalyk stood over me with glowing crimson eyes. He glanced over his shoulder as he pulled one of his daggers. “Your friend might destroy us, but you don’t get to live either.” I let out a weak cry of pain, tears running down my burned, bloody face. The Zalyk frowned as he wiped off his dagger and placed it into its sheath. “Don’t do that. It makes me fe-” 

He was cut short by a disc of white light when it hit the Zalyk’s back, which knocked him off of me and left a burning gash where he’d been hit. He scrambled to get to his feet, but Samriel snagged his opponent by his shoulders, flew so high I could barely make out his burning wings, and dropped the screaming Zalyk. He hovered in the air until the red and black scaled man was dangerously close to the ground, and Samriel grabbed his foot just as his short snout touched the earth. 

Sam flipped the much smaller man to hold him by his neck and stare him in the eyes. “You have doomed your entire party. I might have let some of you live, but not now. You’ve condemned them all.”

“S-sam…” I looked up at him with my eyes barely open. “Please. Don’t. Kill them. I started it.”

He stared down at me, analyzing my condition. “It doesn’t matter who started it. Normally, I would be the one finishing this, but you are close enough to Death’s door and I don’t have time for trash mobs.”

The Zalyk clawed at Sam’s hand with little effect. “You’re screwed if you let us go. We’ll just get stronger and find you later. Because we’re the heroes and you’re the villains. We win. You lose. We live. You die. That’s how the world works.”

Sam shook his head with a disgusted look. “That is how they’ve taught you the world works in your little Guilds and Alliances. The whole world has fallen for the biggest lie ever told. Heroes. Villains. It’s about perspective. Swing first, ask questions later seems to be the way of you Adventurers.” His pupils flared white and he tsked. “You have so much potential in you. What a waste it will be to kill you and the others. But I won’t just kill you and them. I will break your necks to paralyze you. I will break your arms. And then your legs. I will tear open your torsos, show you your own entrails, and then wrap them around your throats until your eyes start bulging. I’ll end your suffering by crushing your skulls with my bare hands.”

The terrified scaled man tried to put on a confident grin. “If you’re done monologuing at me, I’d let me go before my friends come back.”

A wicked smile crept across Samriel’s features. “You mean the friends that left as soon as I began describing what your deaths would look like?” Sam turned so my would-be assassin could see the quickly retreating backs of the other party members.

The abandoned Zalyk let out an enraged scream, doubling his effort to escape Samriel’s clutches. “You cowards! A pox on your Fates! I’ll see you in the Pits, traitors!” He glared at Samriel in defiance. “Well. Get on with it. You have laid your Death deal out quite plainly, Dealer.”

Sam looked down at me. “Close your eyes. You don’t need to see this.” I heard him let out a deep sigh when my eyes were shut. “You will have to excuse the sounds.” The next several minutes were filled with the sounds of screaming and breaking bones, the air thick with the coppery scent of blood. I knew it was over when there was a final, gut-wrenching sound of Sam crushing the Zalyk’s head. Sam brought the body down to the crater left by the Barbarian, dug the hole deeper with his claws, and buried the remains. 

He returned to me and picked me up with as much care as possible, all the fire and rage gone. “I can’t help with injuries this bad. We need to get you to an actual Healer.” He took off and held me tight to his chest as he sped through the air. “Just stay with me, Kindred. You’re gonna make it. I promise.”

#Descendants #Kindred #Content Warnings

[anubislover]

A Primal Need for a Marine (a X Drake x Reader fanfic)

In the past twenty-four hours, your luck had been, quite frankly, abysmal. First, while in pursuit of the infamous pirate X Drake, a storm came out of nowhere, wrecking your ship and nearly killing you, separating you from your captain and crew—assuming they were still alive. Then you spent hours floating on a piece of wreckage, until you finally spotted land and were able to paddle your way to shore. You thought perhaps things were looking better when you heard human voices coming from the jungle, only to discover they were the subordinates of the man your squad had been hunting. Before you could even attempt to parlay, they’d tied your hands behind your back, hoisted you up and carried you to a cave deep in the jungle, unceremoniously dumping you inside and sealing off the entrance, only saying, “The captain will want to see you.”

The inside of the cave was spacious, several lamps providing adequate light to see by, but also casting long, ominous shadows. There appeared to be a massive pile of plush bedding in the back corner, and some animal bones scattered about; a clear sign that something had decided to call it home. You immediately began looking around for a sharp rock or piece of bone to use to cut your bindings, as you had a lot more faith in turning your situation around if you had use of your hands.

“So, you’re the crew’s solution to my problem?” came a voice from deep in the cave. A figure approached slowly from the shadows, long strides powerful and sure with the grace of an apex predator. Nearly eight feet tall, made of pure muscle, and dressed in deep blue leather pants, gloves, thigh-high boots, and open bolero jacket trimmed with white fur, he cut an intimidating figure. His sunset red hair looked like fire in the lamplight, and the shadow cast across his face nearly hid the black domino mask over his piercing blue eyes. The X-shaped scar on his chin and tattoo on his bare chest were painfully familiar.

Now you knew for sure your luck had completely run out. You, a captured Marine, were alone in a cave with X Drake. The pirate your squad had been tasked with arresting and bringing to justice.

The traitor.

His eyes scanned your face, taking you in. “You look familiar.”

“We’ve crossed paths,” you bit out evasively. You really didn’t want him to remember you—at best, you’d be one of the starry-eyed recruits that had admired him back when he was a rear admiral. That innocent crush you’d once had had gotten you in trouble; he’d caught you and a few others watching him train shirtless when you should have been doing chores, and he’d marched you straight to your commander for a humiliating admonishment.

At worst…well, last time your crews had crossed paths, he’d been seconds away from cutting off your captain’s head with his giant axe. Thinking quickly, you’d jumped between them and blocked the blow with your rifle. It would have been extremely cool if it were your prowess that had truly stopped him, and not the way your ripped shirt fluttered in the breeze, giving him an unobstructed view of your bare breasts. He’d gone bright red, and you swore a slight trickle of blood dripped down his nose before he was distracted by an attack from your captain, who’d caught his second wind.

Crossing his beefy arms, he looked down on you, thoroughly unimpressed at your wet, shivering figure. “Your uniform is a mess. Back in my day, to come before a high-ranking officer in such a state would have earned you at least ten lashes.”

“Good thing there aren’t any officers around, then—just traitorous scum,” you countered, voice full of venom.

A ginger eyebrow arched at your cheek, but interest flickered in his eyes. “You’re a member of the squad that’s been chasing us, aren’t you?”

“Oh, have people been chasing you? I can’t imagine why,” you replied sarcastically. Your captain often complained about your attitude, but he’d also preached defiance in the face of death, and you planned on living up to his expectations.

“That’d be another twenty lashes for talking back. Either the Navy’s eased up on disciplinary measures, or you’re a particularly tough one to break.”

“A little from column A, a little from column B.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, and something like approval flashed in his steely gaze. “Do you know why my men brought you here?” he asked, circling you slowly, critical stare sweeping over your kneeling, disheveled form.

“They didn’t bother to fill me in.”

“Since we reached this island I’ve suffered…urges,” he grumbled, frustration lacing his voice. “My more bestial side has been rearing its head, even in my human form, demanding I sate some of its more primal instincts. I’ve hunted and fought and killed, but it’s not enough. It wants to mate.”

A shiver ran down your spine as you finally understood. “And you couldn’t find some nice lady dinosaur to get your rocks off with?”

He actually chuckled lightly as he knelt down behind you, reaching around to untie the kerchief around your neck. “No, those are in short supply. However, a mouthy little Marine should work just fine.” The tips of his gloved fingers trailed across your damp shoulders, down your back to your bound hands. Teasingly, he yanked at the rope that cut into your wrists. “If you’re a good girl and do exactly as I say, you might even survive this. Might. I can’t promise anything.”

“That doesn’t exactly inspire me to comply.”

His hot breath danced across the back of your neck as he whispered, “Then I’ll just have to fuck you into submission.”

You blanched. Of course Drake swore—he was a sailor, pirate, and former Marine. A dirty mouth was practically guaranteed, and even the most formal officer was known to turn the air blue under the right circumstances. But to hear him talk that way, when he was usually so stoic, brought a faint blush to your cheeks that you desperately hoped he couldn’t see. A few years ago, when he was still a rear admiral, you would have given your right arm to be in this position.

Now…well, you wanted to say you were utterly repulsed at the idea, but the spike of heat between your legs would call you a liar.

His hands returned to your front, and you watched as he carefully removed one of his leather gloves. Your heart raced as it morphed into a green-scaled dinosaur claw, wickedly sharp and deadly. Instinctively you flinched away, but Drake’s imposing figure gave you nowhere to go. Carefully, the tip of a curved talon stroked your cheek before sliding down to the collar of your uniform. “Hold still; I’d hate to accidentally slit your throat.” You knew he could do it; you’d seen him rend some of your comrades effortlessly with those ancient talons. Heart in your throat, you did as he said, though your cheeks reddened further when his monstrous claws shredded your shirt and bra into ribbons, leaving your torso completely exposed.

What the hell? you thought frantically. Isn’t he supposed to be weak to a woman’s body? Why would he do that?!

Without ceremony Drake picked you up and placed you on his lap, pressing your bare back to the exposed skin of his chest.

“Wha—!”

Once more gloved and human, large hands slid up your sides to cup your breasts, giving them an experimental squeeze. “You really are such a tiny thing,” he murmured in your ear, hot breath dancing across the sensitive skin as he massaged and fondled you. “So cute and helpless, like a bunny caught in a trap.”

There really was quite the size difference between you, but then again, Drake towered over quite a few people. And good gods, pressed against him like this, feeling his hard pectorals and abdominal muscles flex with every movement, made you feel like a doll, small and breakable in his powerful grip. On top of that, his body exuded heat like a furnace, and had the situation been different, you would have relished it warming your damp flesh, chasing away the chill of the cave.

His nose buried itself in your hair as he inhaled deeply, letting out a low groan as his palms squeezed your breasts hard. “You smell delicious, too. Like fear and sea water and sweet, soft flesh. Like prey.”

“More like bait,” you bluffed, eyes squeezing shut as he ran his teeth across the fragile skin of your neck, latching his hot mouth to your pulse-point and sucking hard. “I—ah!—let myself be captured to distract you. M-my crew’s taking out yours as we speak, and then you’ll be taken into custody, literally caught with your pants down.”

The flat of his tongue stroked the mark he left on your throat. “You had no clue about my…condition, as it were, so there’s no way you could have planned this. Given that storm last night, I’d say it’s more likely your ship capsized, and you washed up on shore, alone and ripe for the taking. No one’s coming to save you, and we’ll be long gone by the time another Marine ship shows up.”

His left hand dropped to press against your stomach, pinning you against him so you couldn’t wiggle free. Still, you made a valiant attempt to break away, twisting and writhing in his lap.

Your efforts were halted when he growled, amusement lacing his voice, “Oh, please, keep struggling like that. Your ass feels amazing against my cock.”

A hot blush painted your face as you realized that you could feel a hard bulge against your backside, and it probably wasn’t a pistol in his pocket. “You’re an absolute bastard,” you cried as his hand shifted to grab your hip, pulling you back to grind against his concealed length.

“What did you expect? I’m a pirate from the Worst Generation. Did you think a man like me would be sweet words and gentle caresses?”

Honestly, you kind of had, given how he seemed so shy around women, even back when you were a recruit. “No—I figured you’d pass out from a nosebleed the second you even touched a pair of tits!” you snapped back.

His right hand abandoned your breast to harshly grip your chin, yanking it up so you hand no choice but to meet his intense blue eyes. They weren’t quite in their more reptilian form, but you could see his pupils were blown wide and the iris had faint specks of yellow. “I remember you, now. You’re the one who flashed me to save your captain.” Blunt teeth caught the shell of your ear, his hot, wet tongue flicking against the delicate flesh. “Bold of you, I have to say. An effective strategy at the time, but I’m only weak to a woman’s body when I’m caught off guard, and definitely not when my Zoan side is impatient to fuck.”

You bit your lip to suppress the small, needy whimper that his tongue nearly coaxed from you. Your ears had always been your most responsive erogenous zone, and his mouth was stimulating it with just the right amount of heat and pressure. When he gave a sharp suck, you couldn’t quite hide your quick intake of breath, though you tried to hide it by renewing your struggles.

Drake didn’t seem to mind as his hips jerked to match your movements, grunting in appreciation. His left hand abandoned your hip to bury itself between your clenched thighs, cupping your hot core through your wet trousers and panties. “Mmmm, I can smell that you’re starting to enjoy this.” The hand at your chin shifted to press two fingers against your plump lips. Scowling, you closed your mouth as tightly as possible. There was an annoyed growl at your resistance, and the heel of his palm ground harshly against your clit, causing you to gasp in shock and outrage.

Taking advantage of your open mouth, he shoved his fingers inside the wet cavern, giving a shallow thrust. Instinctively you bit down on the meaty appendages, but it did little to dissuade him. In fact, he sank his teeth into the side of your throat in retaliation, making you scream in pain around his fingers.

“Bad girl,” he rumbled lowly as his tongue lapped at the sore spot, cleaning up the small drops of blood from where his fangs had broken the skin. “I’ve been restraining myself because I didn’t want to break you too soon, but if you keep misbehaving, you’re going to find out just what kind of animal I can become.”

You winced, finally accepting that you weren’t going to be able to discourage him from using your body how he pleased through resistance. He was a former rear admiral, a hundred times stronger than you, and if you really got on his nerves, he could just turn into his Allosaurus form and eat you.

Sensing he’d broken your resolve, he resumed pumping his fingers into your mouth, the smooth leather of his gloves gliding over your wet tongue. “That’s better. Now suck—unless you’d rather I replace my fingers with my cock and fuck your throat?”  

Swallowing hard, you closed your eyes and focused on sucking his fingers, hoping your skills would be satisfactory. When he gave a pleased grunt you rolled the flat of your tongue against them, imagining it was the hard cock of someone you actually wanted to please and not the traitorous bastard that held you captive. Your cheeks darkened as the fingers at your core curled against your covered slit, pressing into the sensitive flesh as his palm ground against your clit, enticing you to buck against him.

“Look at me, girl. I want you to acknowledge exactly who you’ll be servicing tonight.” His voice was right above you, steamy breath fanning your face. Instinctively your eyes opened, and his mouth stretched into a grin. He chuckled, stroking your nether lips in time to his thrusts, causing heat to coil tighter in your belly.

You were absolutely horrified at your body’s reaction—you couldn’t possibly be feeling pleasure because of X Drake, could you? He was a pirate and a traitor, and he made it clear you were basically only there as his fuck toy! Your crush on him hadn’t been that strong, had it?

Grinding his contained cock against the cleft of your ass, he said, “I know what you’re thinking, and there’s no need to be ashamed—we can’t always control when or how our bodies feel pleasure. A glimpse of bare skin, a touch to just the right spot, a few dirty words—it all involuntarily stimulates us. I used to think that it could be resisted with enough willpower, but after a week of my instincts driving me mad, I’ve realized that everyone has their breaking point.”

With a wet pop, he removed his fingers to stroke down your jaw and throat to once more play with your breasts, this time putting special focus on teasing your nipples. To your dismay, they quickly grew into stiff peaks under his rough pinches and flicks, his thumb circling the hard tips teasingly. “Bet you didn’t think your little flash of chest would result in this, did you?”

When you didn’t answer right away her gave your left breast a harsh squeeze, prompting you to gasp out a weak, “No.”

“Did you get a commendation for your bravery, little girl? A promotion? Or did you reject any praise because you didn’t want to be known as ‘The Tits that Felled X Drake’?”

You whimpered, though mostly in humiliation. He’d hit the nail on the head. You’d been mocked by your shipmates for nearly a month over that, and even though the captain had been grateful, he’d kept your involvement out of his report for that very reason.

“Well, now you’ll get to be ‘The Tits that Fucked X Drake,’” he chuckled, rolling his hips for emphasis. “In fact, that sounds like a great way to start.”

Before you could question him, he pushed you out of his lap to the cave floor, flipping you onto your back. You attempted to sit up, but a large boot rested lightly on your stomach, pressing down just enough to make it clear how easily he could crush your torso. There was no choice but to look up at him, and for a moment you couldn’t help but stare at the prominent bulge between his legs straining against the tight leather of his pants. Blushing, you forced yourself to look further north, landing on Drake’s unusually expressive face, his lips quirked in an amused smirk and a hungry gleam twinkling in his eyes. Your gazes locked as he palmed his belt buckle, undoing the clasp and allowing the long strip of leather to fall to the ground with a clatter. Next, he grabbed the zipper of his tight pants, pulling it down bit by bit, the clicking of metal teeth deafening in the silence of the cave.

As he freed his length, you swallowed nervously. Of course a man his size would have a massive cock to match. At least nine inches long, roughly two inches thick, and perfectly curved, he’d be like something out of a wet dream if the circumstances hadn’t been so horrible.

“Like what you see, Marine?” he chuckled, giving it a few teasing strokes, running his thumb over the already leaking tip. “Just imagine how it’ll feel inside you.”

His foot vacated your chest so he could straddle your hips, pinning you down with his superior body weight. Blue eyes stared, mesmerized, at the twin peaks of flesh before him. Your chest was flushed and swollen from his earlier attentions, nipples hard and practically begging for his touch. A pink tongue darted out to wet his lips, then he leaned down, wrapping them around a straining, rosy bud.

“Ah!” you cried, overwhelmed by the heat of his mouth on your sensitive areola.

Your chest was completely at the mercy of his ravenous mouth and tongue. Alternating between sharp sucks and soothing licks, his attentions sent sparks through the soft mounds of flesh, making you arch further into his mouth, your body wordlessly begging him for more. He eagerly complied, and you were ashamed at the surge of moisture that pooled between your thighs when he brought his teeth into the mix, shallow bites and taunting scrapes of his incisors both frightening and thrilling you.

Trailing his mouth down the silky peaks, he lavished the valley between your breasts with long, slick strokes of his tongue. Your nipples weren’t abandoned for long, however, as his hands returned, the leather deliciously smooth in contrast to the sharp pinches to your straining buds.

This time, you couldn’t quite suppress the little sighs and whimpers that bubbled up in your throat as his arousing actions. For all that the situation demanded you resist, Drake played your body like a harp, strumming your taut strings of desire and producing a symphony of lustful sounds.

Finally, he leaned back, critically studying the wet trail between your tits before nodding to himself in approval. He lifted himself from your lap to straddle your ribcage, resting his straining cock in your cleavage and pressing your swollen mounds of flesh around it for extra stimulation.

“Brace yourself, dear—I’ve been dreaming about this since you first flashed me.”

There really wasn’t much you could do to brace yourself with your hands tied and back pinned to the ground, but you lifted your knees and planted your feet as best you could, praying that the stone floor wouldn’t tear up your skin too badly. His grip on your breasts was harsh, squeezing them together so tightly you were sure he’d leave finger-shaped bruises behind. Each thrust rocked your entire body, his long cock peeking out from between your breasts to brush your chin. Blue eyes fixated on the drops of precum left behind, and you watched his pupils dilate until his irises were nearly overtaken by the black.

“Imagine if your superiors could see you now,” he panted, a few drops of sweat trailing down his temple. “Helpless, at the mercy of a pirate, being used as a fuck toy and loving it.”

“I’m not—” your whimpered denial was cut off by a particularly brutal thrust and a massive hand yanking your hair.

“I told you that I could smell your arousal, little one. Lie to me again and I’ll hand you over to my men to have a turn with that cute body of yours. Now open your mouth.”

Being used by one horny pirate was bad enough, and your luck had been so awful you dared not call his bluff. Instead, you silently obeyed, parting your lips as he released your hair to continue tit-fucking you. If his erratic thrusts were any indication, he was close to climaxing, which meant it was nearly over. Closing your eyes and taking as deep a breath as you could with the massive man straddling your chest, you forcefully pushed down the disappointment that the fire he’d stoked between your thighs wouldn’t be sated.

With a sound that was somewhere between a grunt and a shout he came all over your face, his hot, sticky seed splattering across your chin and lips, but mostly shooting inside your waiting mouth. Salty and thick, you had to swallow several times to get it all down.

Panting and wiping the sweat from his brow, Drake leaned back to study you, grinning at the drops of cum that dappled your cheeks.

“Aren’t you a sight?” he purred, wiping a sticky glob off with his finger and painting it across your lips. “I’m glad I started with tit-fucking you instead of finishing.”

Your eyes widened in horror, even as your cunt clenched in anticipation. “You…you’re not finished?”

The tips of his fingers stroked his still-hard cock. “Do I look finished? If this problem were solved by a single orgasm, I would have just jerked off and been done with it. No, I need to properly mate, and even then I doubt I’ll be sated until I’ve fucked us both unconscious.”

If the way he’d used your chest was any indication, it wouldn’t be hard for him to knock you out, and once he had his fun, what did he plan to do? Ransom you? Interrogate you? Kill you? Behind your back, your nails dug into your palms, wishing your hands were free so you had a better chance of escaping.

Eyes capturing yours, he raised his left hand to his lips, white teeth catching the leather encasing the middle finger, pulling slowly to expose pale skin and thick, calloused digits. “I wonder if you can even take me,” he murmured, more to himself than you as he pulled of the other glove. “You’re such a little thing…”

You seriously doubted you could. He was twice the girth of any man you’d ever slept with, and long enough that you were positive he’d wreck your insides if he bottomed out. The fact that he was still hard even after already cumming indicated his stamina was nothing to scoff at, either.

You were, figuratively and quite literally, fucked.

Removing himself from your torso, he crawled down to your legs, hooking his now bare fingers into your waistband to slowly peel your trousers from your legs. You tried to kick at him, to fight back and wiggle away, but he grabbed your thigh, nails digging into your skin in warning.

“Behave, girl,” he growled, eyes flashing with something fierce and primal as he ripped off your panties, nostrils flaring as he caught the undiluted scent of your womanhood.

“Please, let me go,” you tried to reason. Drake was a traitor and a pirate, but surely he hadn’t lost all of his honor? “You’re not the kind to take an unwilling woman, right?”

“But you’re not unwilling,” he chuckled, leaning in to lap up your juices with a long, luscious stroke of his tongue. Your back arched at the delicious sensation, cheeks flushing and toes curling as the coil of arousal deep inside you tightened. “You’re impossibly wet. You smell like a bitch in heat, waiting to be mounted by a worthy male. You’re aching for me, aren’t you?” he growled before nipping at your sensitive nether lips.

Head shaking in denial, you closed your eyes in hopes of blocking out the overwhelming pleasure the sweeps of his hot tongue brought you. That only made it worse, though; your body’s sense of touch heightened, making your empty cavern ache to be filled.

For his part, being so close to the source of your womanly scent was driving Drake’s beastly instincts wild as he feasted on your arousal, your cream thickly coating his tongue and dripping down his prominent chin. The flexible appendage delved deep, teasing your inner walls as his fingers tightly clutched the meat of your ass, lifting your hips so he could get a better angle. It was when his nose brushed your clit, though, that you finally unleashed a lustful cry, hips bucking, unconsciously chasing that intense spark of pleasure that rocked your entire body.

“Ah, that’s more like it,” he purred as he pulled away, licking at the juices that coated his lips. “I can’t wait to hear what other noises you’ll make.”

He turned his attention to your swollen pearl, teasing it with the tip of his tongue while one of his long, thick fingers leisurely penetrated your molten core up to the knuckle. “You’re going to be a tight fit, but that just makes it all the better,” he groaned, deep voice practically reverberating through you.

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you felt your inner walls clench around his finger. It was nearly as wide as two of your own, hot and wonderfully rough, massaging the sensitive tissue of your core.

As he experimentally began pumping his finger in and out, his tongue flicked your sweet little bundle of nerves, chuckling at the strained sounds that slipped from your lips. He dragged the calloused tip along the top of your passage, licking and teasing your sensitive nub.

After a minute or so, pleased at how wet you were for him, he forced in a second finger, curling the pair against your G-spot while suckling your clit when you let out a whine of discomfort.

“Just relax,” he murmured, dropping a brief kiss to your thigh as if in apology while he scissored his fingers, stretching your tight hole. “If you’re too tense to take my fingers, how can you hope to handle my cock? Take a deep breath and relax.”

You wanted to argue that there was no way you could relax when you were being molested by a filthy pirate, that you didn’t want to take his cock, but then his lips wrapped around your throbbing clit and sucked hard, and your mind went blank as you were momentarily overwhelmed by white-hot pleasure.

“That’s it,” he rasped, lips barely pulling away long enough to speak before diving back in, sucking in time to the thrust and curl of his digits, coaxing your hips to match his rhythm.

Against all decency and logic, your walls clenched around him as your body sang, coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter in your belly with every heady bend and eager suck.

Just when you thought you might reach that peak and finally climax, Drake completely stopped. You whined, bucking your hips in hope of taking your own pleasure from the slick fingers that rested motionless inside you, but his free hand grabbed your hip in a bruising grip. Sluggishly, you opened your eyes, meeting his intense gaze as he gave you a feral smile.

“Beg me to let you cum.”

Despite your flushed cheeks, humming nerves, and aching cunt, you refused to give him that victory. You may be his prisoner and a slave to his desires, but you wouldn’t beg. Steeling yourself for whatever he had planned, you defiantly shook your head, provoking a low, menacing chuckle.

“I was being nice, little one. I don’t have to give you pleasure at all—I could just flip you over and start fucking you. Are you denying yourself out of pride? Think you’ll get a moral victory by refusing to give in to your urges like I am? You think your will’s stronger than mine?” he snarled, suddenly angry. Your heart sped up as you realized you’d unconsciously touched a nerve—X Drake was famous for his composure since his days in the Navy. He was a man who strove to be in control of his emotions; to not give in to vices like lust or anger like his father had. That his Devil Fruit had driven him to this was a testament to how frustrated he was, how powerful the urges were, and how insulting it was to think that you could hold out when he couldn’t.

His hand started moving again, brutally ramming inside you as his fingers slammed against your G-spot with every stroke. “If you won’t beg me to let you cum, then I’ll just make you cum. I was giving you a choice. Something you’re never going to have again.” His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard, overwhelming you with sensation as his fingers continued to piston in and out. Captive to his touches and powerless to do anything but lay there and feel, your mouth let out little wordless cries, and even you couldn’t tell if they were meant to be denial or encouragement. It was when he started humming, sending sweet vibrations straight into your throbbing clit, that you finally felt your climax hit, pleasure shooting through you like liquid lightning, your walls clenching around his digits while your back arched.

The second he felt you spasm around his fingers Drake pulled away, grabbing your hips and refusing to let you ride out your orgasm, watching you writhe hopelessly under him.

“That’s enough foreplay,” he rumbled, tossing you over his shoulder and carrying you over to what could only be described as a nest of pillows, blankets, and other bedding. It made for a soft landing when he tossed you down, flipping you onto your stomach. To your surprise, you felt his fingers at your wrists, and the harsh rope tying your hands behind your back fell away. “It’s time we got to the main event.”

Wincing at the awful pins and needles travelling up your newly freed arms, you managed to brace yourself on your elbows and look up at him over your shoulder. His eyes had turned fully yellow and dangerously reptilian, and his ravenous gaze was fixated solely on you as he peeled off his leather bolero. You could feel his eyes caressing the smooth expanse of your back, your pert ass, quivering legs, and flushed face like you were a feast laid out just for him. His attention dropped briefly to his thigh-high boots, bending down to remove them, and you grasped at your chance, clumsily darting to your feet and attempting to make a run for it while he was distracted.

You didn’t even make it out of the nest before a beefy arm wrapped around your waist, swinging you up into the air before slamming you down into the bedding. The soft blankets and pillows prevented any injury, but the air was knocked out of your lungs, rendering your immobile while you struggled to regain your breath.

“At any other time I’d commend you for not giving up the fight, but right now all you’re doing is making this harder than it needs to be,” he growled as he rolled you back onto your stomach, prying your thighs apart so he could settle between them and elevating your hips with a pillow. One hand seized your right wrist, pinning it behind your back while the other grasped the back of your neck, pressing just hard enough to ensure you wouldn’t even dream of moving. Like this, he had full control, completely dominant and ready to claim his prize.

The hot tip of his erection teased your dripping entrance, and you let out an involuntary whimper. “Please…” You weren’t even entirely sure what you were begging for. Sure, you’d just tried to escape, but had you really thought you’d get away? Had you really wanted to, with your core aching to be filled? Or had you just wanted to see just how far you could push him?

“I warned you,” he growled. “Let’s see how much of me you can take. And just so you know, I will be cumming inside you. Every. Fucking. Time.” With deliberate slowness he pushed his stiff, throbbing cock into your tight, wet sex. Inch by inch he filled you, penetrating your womb as he finally bottomed out.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he said with a deep, relieved groan, stilling his hips to savor your walls clenching him. “Such a tight little cunt. Here I was wondering if I’d split you in half, but you took me like a champ. Like you were made for me,” he finished with a possessive, rumbling growl, slowly rolling his hips back before plunging back in.

Your free hand clawed at the bedding beneath you, caught between pain and pleasure. He was stretching you to the breaking point, slamming against your cunt like a battering ram, speed increasing with every rotation of his hips. At the same time, each thrust hit that magic spot inside you, and you were already so sensitive from your earlier orgasm, you couldn’t help but let out helpless little mewls as you squeezed him tightly. Pinned beneath him like this, helpless as his rough treatment stoked a fire in your belly, you wondered if, should you survive this, you’d ever be able to lay with another man again.

Hips snapping against your backside, the sharp slap of skin on skin echoed through the cave, accompanied by your needy cries and Drake’s terse grunts.

The hand pressing down on your neck tightened slightly as he growled, “That’s it, little one; you’re taking my cock so nicely. Should have known you were meant to be a pirate’s whore. It’s probably your dream, isn’t it? To get fucked day and night by a Navy traitor. Well, congratulations, dear; mission accomplished!”

You’d never imagined being degraded like this would get you off, but it was like his words were the catalyst you needed to cum so hard stars filled your vision. Your silken walls desperately milked him as your orgasm and his thrusts rocked your body, screaming his name like it was the only word that mattered anymore.

The sensation of you milking his cock sent Drake over the edge after you. With a nearly inhuman roar his seed filled your womb, hot cum painting your inner walls in thick spurts as he buried himself as deeply into your eager cunt as he could.

For a few moments the two of you just lay there, panting heavily and basking in post-orgasmic bliss. You whimpered a little when he pulled out, strangely mourning the sudden lack of heat and pressure, but soon found his arm wrapped around your waist, hoisting you up so you were vertical and pressed to his chest, legs spread as he lowered you back onto his cock. His free hand played with your breasts as his teeth latched onto your ear, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

“Drake~” you moaned, hypersensitive but matching his thrusts as best you could.

“Finally giving in, huh?” he panted in your ear, rutting up into your aching cunt. “I knew you would—you can only deny your instincts for so long.”

Hand encircling your throat, he pressed your head to his shoulder, looking down at you with fierce yellow eyes. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? Getting railed by a pirate’s cock. You greedy little slut. You make a hell of a sight right now—needy juices dripping down your thighs, eyes glazed with pleasure, face covered in my cum.” He leaned down to lick away one of the milky droplets that clung to your cheek. “I should take a picture to send to headquarters; show them what happens to cute little Marines that fall into my clutches.” The hand supporting your waist slid down over your sweat-slicked stomach to the apex of your thighs, mercilessly grinding his thumb against your clit.

You didn’t even try to fight your orgasm this time, letting it wash over you, bouncing on Drake’s cock to draw it out while screaming your throat raw. Sharp teeth latched onto your shoulder as he released, hips snapping up hard as he came.

Drake wasn’t quite done yet, though. Somehow, despite two consecutive orgasms, he was still hard inside you. You mewled helplessly, too worn out to even rock your hips. Sensing you were at your limit, he pushed you back onto your stomach, hoisted up your hips, and proceeded to fuck you into the mattress.

Covered in sweat, stretched to your limit, limbs weak, overstimulated and hypertensive, all you could do was lay there, ass in the air as Drake continued to pump his massive cock into your twitching hole. However, the pathetic sounds of pleasure that you let out at every snap of his hips seemed to egg him on, and before long he slammed himself inside you with a penultimate, animalistic groan, emptying the last of his hot seed inside you.

At last sated, he removed you from his softening cock to wrap you up in a loose blanket before laying down beside you.

“Mmmm, can’t wait to do this again tomorrow.”

“To-tomorrow?” you gasped, forcing yourself to stay awake even as exhaustion darkened the corners of your vision and your limbs grew heavy and lethargic.

“I was eager to fuck you and rid myself of these damned urges, but now, I think I rather like them. I haven’t felt this relaxed in years.” Muscular arms engulfed you as he pulled you to his warm chest. Glancing up, you could see his eyes had returned to their normal, intense shade of blue. He purred, “And for such a little thing, you’re surprisingly durable. I’d be a fool to give you up. When my crew and I leave this island, you’re coming with us.”

“I can’t…”

“Your squad’s most likely dead, and the survivors would be trapped here until another ship stumbles across them. Even if they all lived, they couldn’t stop me from carrying you off.” His thick fingers combed through your hair, not caring that they were still damp and sticky with your juices. “You can’t go back to the Navy, anyway; the anti-fraternization laws are rather draconian, and if you don’t get court-martialed just on the off-chance that I could have recruited you as a spy, you’ll be looked down on with disgust and suspicion, passed over for promotions and missions for the rest of your career. Join my crew, and you’ll at least have my men’s respect.”

“I’m not a traitor,” you insisted, even as you buried your head against his chest to hide the tears that threatened to fall. Damn it, he was right—if the Navy found out that you’d been involved with X Drake, even under duress, you’d be branded a pariah and, at best, shuffled to some out-of-the-way base doing paperwork until judgement day.

His large hand cupped your chin, lifting your face so he could press a gentle kiss to your brow. “Then I guess you’ll have to spend your days as my captive and feisty little bed warmer.”

“Better keep me in the brig—otherwise, I might slit your throat in your sleep.”

“You can try, dear, but if I have to tie you up and fuck you into unconsciousness every night to ensure my safety, well, that’s a cross I’m willing to bear.” Tilting your head, he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I’d advise against killing me, though. If you prove yourself trustworthy, I’ll let you in on why I became a pirate. It’s a fascinating story, and it might just make you realize I’m not as bad as I seem.”

Your brow furrowed. What could he possibly mean by that? You wanted to question him, but the strain of the day was finally catching up to you, making your eyelids heavy. It was even harder to focus with the soft bedding underneath you and Drake’s bare chest keeping you warm.

He chuckled softly as you began to drift off, murmuring, “Get some rest, little one; that’s an order from your captain.”

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2_23 Stray Far

The numerous gloomy windows were long boarded up, some still glittered with tiny teeth not yet decayed out of the many gaping maws of each flat side.  Tall trees shimmered under the moonlight, thin gray branches unruly and overgrown reached skyward; while across the cracked and gray layers of stone, vines tangle and wind up the walls of the separate levels of the buildings surface.  One could almost mistake then structure to have been grown from the earth, rather carved from brick and wood.  

A multitude of tall spires stick from the rooftops edge glint briefly under the sheen of moonlight, spilling down from behind a thick swell of clouds prowling patiently across the black sky.  The mellow wind crooned through crevices along cracked rock walls and wood fences, built between brick walls that divide the sections of the building, its sleek cement foundation ends on the edge of a weed infested lawn.

The hospital seemed to loom now in the night, larger; even inviting the unwise explorer into its endless interior.

“All right, let’s splint up!” Vivi announced, rather dramatically.  She brought the finger she had directed skyward, and turned to indicate Arthur at her shoulder.  “You and Mystery.”  The dog at her feet yapped at the decision, Mystery’s red eyes flashed behind his spectacles.  He fully agreed.  “And I’ll keep an eye on Lewis.”  Arthur glanced behind Vivi toward the taller figure, as Lewis removed his sunglasses and stuck them into the jackets breast pocket.

“Still don’t trust me on my own yet?” Lewis inquired.  He caught the sideways smirk Arthur sent him.

“That’s part of it,” Vivi responds.  She spun on heel and returned to the back of the van, the doors left open from earlier when Arthur had climbed out.  

The small camping lamp sat between two backpacks, one was left open and stuffed with electronics.  Vivi opened up the other bag and reevaluated the supplies set inside, nothing remarkable by her personal standards – the walkie-talkie, some sage bundles, an EKG reader, and a few other items that probably wouldn’t get used on this investigation.

For this particular ‘adventure,’ the van was parked in the back loading zone of the hospital where equipment and patients would be received. The hospital had been built in the budding new center of town, but its surrounding cousin buildings had been reduced to new structures, offices, and the hospital itself was abandoned in its bubble of time and forgotten setting.  Its entire acreage of property was surrounded by a broken and haphazard chain-link fence set up after vandals began to break into the condemned structure, which as of yet had not received a date for demolition.  The fence was more of a deterrent than a barrier and the group had no problem unbinding the metal twine that connected the two sections of the fence, and prying them open so the van could be moved through.  Currently, the van was parked under the archway that stretched over the back entrance, concealed by shadows and nothing more.

“We probably won’t find much,” Lewis explained to Arthur, while Vivi poked around the supply bags.  “But with hospitals, you never know.”

Arthur glanced to the wood plywood shoved into the main entrance doors, the dingy moist air from within hovered in the cold fresh air of the night.  “Never know,” Arthur murmured, under his breath.  “Hospitals always have bad energy,” he went on.  “Why couldn’t we just check out that haunted hotel?  At least we’d have an idea about what lurks there.”

Lewis smirked.  “How ‘bout tomorrow night?  Hey Vi, what about the Lakeview tomorrow?  Arthur’s down with that.”  Arthur scoffed at that and made his way over to the aged wood.  In the poor light, he could already discern that there was a gap between the doors frame and the plywood.  “I’m only joshin’ you.”  Lewis followed Arthur.

“I read that loud and clear,” Arthur retorts.  “Even in the daylight, hospitals are creepy.  No matter how long they’ve been left.”  He pressed his good hand against the wood and felt brittle splinters twist under his fingers.

“What’s your gear?” Vivi broke in.  The subdued glow of light flashed under their gaze as Mystery padded by, carrying the camping lamp.  She gave Lewis a mild glare as she stepped between him and Arthur, she held her bag low for the crouched Arthur to see into.  “We shouldn’t need much.  Better safe than sorry.”

Arthur takes his time answering as he ponders over the inventory. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small container of gum in the little tin packets and cuts two free. The flavor is rough and not very pleasant but it helps.  “The sage and my lock picks.  The chalk too,” Arthur says, half distracted as he tests the tension of the board with a slight push.  “And maybe an air freshener.”  Maybe Lewis didn’t want to understand a lot of things, but Arthur would bring it up later if he was up to it.  There was a lot of material they skipped over whenever they talked, a lot of it was too soon for Arthur.  Later. “Thanks Mystery.”  Arthur gave Mystery’s head a rub and took the lamp from his teeth.  “The dust right here’s been disturbed.  Looks recent.”

Vivi knelt beside Arthur and touched the greasy layer of muck left in the doorway.  “We’ll be extra cautious.  It could just be the homeless.”  She glanced back up at Lewis, and the silhouette with his bright eyes bobbed.  “I doubt there’s some sort of cult in there.”

Arthur chuckled.  “But I’m here, so anything can happen.”  Vivi took the lamp from Arthur and returned to the van, leaving him and Lewis in the dull gloom.

“Just holler and I’ll be there,” Lewis encouraged.

“What you always say,” Arthur said.  “It’s not like I never do.”  Lewis shifted beside him, and Arthur almost recognized the movement but the familiar touch didn’t come.  The odd gap in reflex caught Arthur off-guard, but he thought Lewis had nearly recoiled. Or had Arthur been the one to jerk away? He brushed the sensation off and merely reached over to rub at his bad shoulder.  “Look after Vivi if I fuck up.”

“Language,” Lewis rattled.  Despite himself, Arthur snickered.  That at last sounded like Lewis.

Hospitals had potential.  It was hard to find a hospital that didn’t have some amount of activity, unless it was brand new and not built upon some sacred burial ground. The rooms and halls were intended to receive the ill and dying, new life and soon lost life; they were built in response to a wide scale of accidents, tragedy.  The roof concealed joy and sorrow and the walls were filled with regrets and miracles, and back in the day before modern medicine, the ratio of those brought in to enlighten ‘revolutionary’ medical practice sped up the rate of destruction rather than make comfortable those beyond healing redemption.  They were built to organize the placement of the doomed, before they were constructed to heal.

For Arthur, they held different significance.  Warped and terrible memories, sensations, but he kept this to himself.  Endurance was his advantage, concealment was his strength.

“Don’t get separated from Mystery,” Lewis reminded, as the group divided.  “He’ll keep you from getting lost.”  It was more of an assurance rather than a reminder.

Arthur clicked on his flashlight and turned the soft yellow beam onto Mystery’s bright pelt.  “I got it,” he called back.  “I’ll catch up in a few.”  Mystery led the way, and took immediate interest in an open hall that ran beside the corroded set of steps across from the carved wood receptionists desk; or what Arthur took as the receptionists desk, he wasn’t sure.

The light from Vivi’s flashlight was already darting up the set of steps that Arthur had bypassed.  “We’ll hit the higher floors, and work our way down,” Vivi hailed down. She motioned to Lewis and was gone, hurrying up the steps and around a corner.  Lewis called after Vivi with exasperation as she raced away.

Arthur paused to listen to Vivi’s thudding steps and tracked their progress from below.  Mystery’s sudden yap caused Arthur to wince, and at the involuntary reaction, the dog brought his sounds back into softer whimpers.  He forgot how jumpy Arthur could be, though the hospital felt quiet enough.  Mystery couldn’t be too sure.  

“I’m a lil tense,” Arthur admitted.  The light cut over the dust coated floor and alit on his partner for the evening, still giving small grumbles of apology.  “I’ll be okay.  Once we get moving I’ll feel better.  It’s not like we’re gonna find anything, huh?”

Mystery stiffened and perked his ears up.  When Arthur’s light nearly reached his face, the mutt wrenched away and began padding further down the corridor.  He put his nose down and distracted himself with tracking, his concerns set at ease while Arthur’s flashlight draped around his shoulders and bleached out the old chipped wood.

“We’re not gonna run into anything here, are we?” Arthur pressed again.  

A low ‘urf’ was Mystery’s response.  Nothing dangerous.  The dog’s well-worn toenails clicked with each step in a steady rhythm, thick silt grit between his dark toes.  Arthur’s steps were barely audible, cautious. At the halls end a set of doors had been left pried open, one had snapped off its hinge and lay slanted beside the wall.

Yellow light made pale blues appear moldy and drab.  Maybe the doors had always been depressing, maybe the hospital didn’t rely on optimistic colors to raise the mood of those that rolled through them.  Arthur reached out and rests a gentle hand on the edge of the door.  A loud Rrrr! sent him stumbling back from the door when it skid over the floor, only a fraction.  The wall rumbled at Arthur’s collision and the entire building, from the foundation to the roof seemed to shudder in irritation at the sudden disruption of placid rot.  Arthur pants and pressed the torch against his chest, as his breath heaved.

Mystery sprang in place and performed a complete three-sixty to face Arthur, eyes wide and white fur bristled on his shoulders.  

“Sorry,” Arthur spat.  “Old door, rickety treacherous door.”  He peeled himself from the wall and gave the door a light kick on passing, yet this caused the door to snap off its last hinge fully and crash onto the floor. Arthur charged out into the open room and away from the treacherous door, nearly running over Mystery in the process. “Damnit!”

More barks and half snarls choked in Mystery’s throat as he hastened away from Arthur’s legs.  Are you trying to bring this place down?  Mystery trotted from his path and leapt upon the springs of a bed, half fallen sideways from a broken leg.

“I think something’s really out to get me!”  Arthur crept between the rows of beds, his light reached to the furthest side of the room.  Somehow this was good news, there was no constraining presence gnawing at the edges of the light he cast.  

Mystery just shook his head and dropped to the floor.  He padded up beside Arthur.  There is nothing here out to get you.  The dog snorted and bumped his shoulder beside Arthur’s leg. He did this again, this time without Arthur flinching from the touch.  I’m here for you.

“Thanks,” Arthur hummed.  “I got the heebie-jeebies something bad.  This place is just creepy, I don’t care if it is haunted or not, it’s flat out creepy.  You can’t change that about hospitals.  Even lived in ones.  I HATE hospitals, but here we are.  Why?  ‘Oh Arthur, c’mon,’” he gushed, with a not so feminine voice.  “‘We should at least use the equipment.  It’s been sitting for too long, and the schools so nice for providing it.’  As if they care about our research.”

Mystery barked, his voice echoing through the open and long room. He didn’t recall it happening that way.

It was a ward, a dozen or so beds lined the walls, some of the grungy metal frames were shoved across their path.  The tall canopy rods, curtain less and naked, stood around or crumpled to the walls in vague metal heaps.  The floor was littered with metal, decayed and melted cables, piles of moldering cloth. Mystery pulled a front paw back when his toes poked into something smelly, but the texture he could not place. He flinched when Arthur blew a bubble, and popped suddenly.

Arthur leaned low when they reached the next large set of doors that led out, into a short corridor with another set of doors at its end.  It was a dark and small intersection, unnaturally so, and very cold.  Arthur pushed the torch into his metal hand and reached his flesh knuckles up to his lips and breathed into them.  It had stopped raining at least, but it was still cold.

There wasn’t much of the connecting hall, aside from some graffiti and a crushed can of beer.  Arthur poked it with his foot but couldn’t read the labeling, but he judged it would be decades old, probably.  Mystery stayed closed as they reached the dark and imposing duo doors.  Light shimmered through the circular window where the glass had been shattered, a few murky shards still stuck within the frame like ragged teeth.  Arthur gulped, nearly swallowing his gum, as he shuffled forward and pressed one of the doors open ajar.

Mystery didn’t wait for Arthur to get a good look in.  Once the door was open a fraction, Mystery slipped on through and examined the expanse of the moonlight washed room.  Arthur hissed something at the dogs tail, before he too gave up and followed into the small room.

Ruble cluttered most of the floor with large portions of wood and some steel.  The ceiling was low and as Arthur moved his beam across the slanted pieces of timber, he came to the conclusion the shape reminded him of a straw hat sloping and twisting.  There were no windows in the room itself, the light came from the upper floor where the windows were lined, a few shattered but most had been boarded up long ago. Through the open window, the branches of a tree shuddered in a frail breeze.

Arthur froze when Mystery gave a warning snarl.  At the edge of the floor above, a dark face peered down. Before Mystery could bark a warning Arthur had taken off, feet hammering at the wood floors.  Mystery followed, a shrill bark clapped out in their retreat.

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The rooms were filled with interesting shadows, old equipment and glass bottles, the kind once filled with fluid and blood; all of it now shattered and scattered.  Many of the doors that had once sheltered the rooms from disturbance were gone, torn off their hinges or removed completely to elsewhere doors go when buildings are abandoned to vandals.

Vivi coughed at the dust that scattered about as she moved quickly, to the next room then the one across from it.  She tested the doorknob and pressed the bent steel panel inward when it opened.  The EKG clicked dully as she passed it along the walls, one wall had been shattered and chunks of plaster lay around the broken bed frame it crumbled over.

“Should have ordered a warm tea to go,” she grumbled.  She was annoyed the device had not keyed in on anything interesting, not even a plug socket.  Briefly, she wondered how Arthur was fairing, if he had remembered to use his equipment at all.  But he was always weird about breaking the free stuff.  “Still no readings.”

Lewis passed his hand along the doorframe as he followed her in, at a distance.  “Are you sure you changed the batteries?” he asked, as if that would contribute in some way.  He jerked back when Vivi spun on him and raised the black box with its forked prongs facing him.  Lewis frowned at Vivi’s bright smirk.

“It works on you,” Vivi chimed.  As she whisked away, Lewis caught the bright lights flashing along its base before the reader flat lined, and resumed its default state.  “I couldn’t resist.”

“You lasted longer than I thought,” he mentioned.  Lewis followed her towards the lone window of the room and peered out, onto the courtyard in the hospitals center below.  “You know Art and I had this bet going.”

“Ooh?” she hummed, staring out the window at the dry fountain and the overgrown paths carving through the jungle of a garden.  “Lemme guess, Arthur won?”

Lewis scowled at the top of her head.  “Ouch, that hurt.”

There was no point in having the EKG reader on with Lewis right beside her, so Vivi shut it off and leaned against his arm.  “Was I right?” she posed.

“Nailed it.  I owe him a week’s worth of coffees.”  Lewis put his arm around Vivi’s shoulders and she looped her arm around his lower back. “Can I borrow a lot of money?”

“How ‘bout I just pay you what you’ve earned,” she suggests. “We’ll work out the details later, don’t worry about it.”

“I gotta worry,” Lewis groaned, his voice a little scratchy but not in a bad way.  “I think I went broke the moment you mentioned ‘pay.’”  Vivi laughed and pressed her face into the sleeve of his jacket. The conversation ended there, and Lewis just watched the soft tones of the foliage below while Vivi focused on a blank space of wall, where her light didn’t reach.  At length Lewis says, “This is nice.”

Vivi hums out a sound.  She untangles from his arm and turns the reader back on.  With a few steps between them she checks the dial face for change, a fluctuation.  “We won’t spend the whole night here, if we’re not finding anything,” she says. Vivi pulls her backpack from her backside and opens the side.  By the time she and Lewis exit the room, she’s located her walkie-talkie and has it exchanged for the paranormal seeking instrument.

“Hey Arthur—?  Damn.” It was sending but as usual, the other end was not receiving.  Vivi pulls the transmitter away from her ear, and she slips the straps of the backpack over one shoulder.  Some habits…. “He shut it off.”

Lewis grimaced.  “He still does that?”  He was only half surprised.

“He got better at not doing it.”  She’d keep the walkie-talkie in case Arthur needed to get in contact with them, but she doubted it.  Mystery was with him.  Vivi adjusted the backpacks straps over her shoulders as they resumed walking.  “He might’ve forgotten to turn it on in the first place,” Vivi said, and she kept muttering under her breath as she continued along the hall.  “I swear we need alphabet magnets to attach reminders onto his arm.”

That soft almost familiar laugh came from Lewis as he followed. “Won’t that mess up his arm?”  

“He’ll have to learn fast,” she grumbled.  They came to the end of the hall and Vivi raised her flashlight to examine the cracked plaster, the remains of a picture frame still clinging to a nail by its broken wire.  A hallway extended to the right and left, but from their poise she couldn’t judge where the stairs were located.  The air was clogged with chill and the murky reek of old books and the memory of alcohol.  “How do we get down to the lower floor?”

“To the right,” Lewis deduces.  He placed his chin between his fingers and followed Vivi’s light, down the left hall.  “Yeah. If my sense of direction hasn’t failed me, we head to the center of the hospital.  There’ll be stairs, or an empty elevator shaft?  Maybe.”  His feet had risen from the floor in anticipation, eager to move on or scout or something.

“Right it is then.  Right?” Vivi piped, and aimed her cool blue torch ahead for the path.  Lewis drifted a few feet, small flashes of magenta embers flare up at his heels after him. Vivi slowed her pace and watched, Lewis was probably not aware he was gliding.  In any case it was fun to watch, and she didn’t want to ruin it for Lewis.  He was so self-conscious of his spiritual manifestations, but Vivi had not come up with a method to consult Lewis over it.  The time would come but not now, not until—

She pulled up short and peered through a door opened part way, and movement – she was certain it was movement and not a trick of the light – as it ducked into a door.  “Lew, wait,” she hailed.  “I think I saw something.  It might be Art.”  She followed the small halo as it identified shapes and loose spaces in the floor.

“Hold on Vi!”  Lewis kicked off to the wall, intending to cut through and meet her, but recalls immediately his jacket wouldn’t allow this.  His voice grated as he cursed, and skipped beside the wall until he reached the corridor Vivi had disappeared into.  “Hey Vi?  Vivi?” He began trying the door handles along the way, most were unlocked but some rooms had no doors and no evidence of Vivi.  It upset and alarmed him, how could they get lost this fast?  His eyes had been off her for a half second, it didn’t make sense. “Vivi!  I lost track of you, where’d you go?”

Through his searching of every room available, he finally reached the end of the corridor.  But Lewis knew that Vivi would have come back once it was apparent she had lost him, and this conclusion only panicked him more.  How was it possible to lose track of someone in one long hall?

“Vivi!  Vii!?” Lewis set his feet upon the floor and looked between the left and right halls, and it occurred to him how similar the two halls looked, almost identical to the ones they had pondered over before electing the right hand direction.  Did he even leave those halls behind, or had he someone gotten turned around?  Lewis spun in place and stared into the long dark corridor he had sprinted through, the many doors shimmering with moonlight. One side of the rooms faced the courtyard, but the others didn’t.  Was there even a courtyard?  No, don’t get turned around.

“If you’re there and you’re watching,” Lewis hissed, bright flames crackling over his clenched fingertips.  “I want you to know that I will find you.”  He swept through the nearest doorway and slammed his arm across the half rusted steel.  The door thunked against his arm and cracked off its hinges, it skipped halfway across the ruble strewn floor before crashing into the shattered remains of a bed frame.  Lewis swooped through the room and alit before the window, peering through broken glass into a night saturated with gray and black.

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The people walked with a slow, liquid pace.  Everything felt very blurry, there was something akin to dislocation about the hazy light and the sharp glisten of metal as it moved. Even the sounds were wrong.  A voice buzzed through the old microphone attached to the upper corner of the room.

“Dr. Fredrick.  Please report to Ward 9.  Dr. Fredrick….” The dull voice became garbled, as if the speaker had begun speaking through a hole in their throat.

Each room was filled with people, usually two or three.  Most the doors were kept closed but some were open, and she could see them in their beds covered with sheets.  It was very warm, almost unbearable.  A nurse exited one room, dressed in her skirt and hat. Vivi staggered back and pressed herself into the wall as the woman walked by, without a glance or any indication that she had detected Vivi.

“I should have the reader out,” Vivi thought, but she didn’t move to retrieve it.  In part in fear that whatever she was witnessing would dissolve, in part that she was too stunned to do more than stare and absorb.  She continued along the wall and examined the rooms that came up in turn.  The same scene in each, nothing about it struck her as odd or unusual.  A hospital, a hospital trapped in a time frame somewhere long distant and past, left behind in time.  A surreal place to be lost.

Near the corner of the halls end was one more door left open, and inside a man sat on a bed as another spoke to him.  What she identified as a doctor held a clipboard to his chest and nodded his head, but his expression could only be described as contemplative. ‘Treatment’ and ‘high risk’ floated to her, but much of his words were lost in the wavering, distortions of vaporous sight.

“I’ll leave you alone to consider your options.”  The doctor turned from the man seated on the bed and looked up, directly at Vivi.  She stared back, situated right in the center of the doorframe where she had stopped. Vivi frowned when the doctor made no further movement, through the people around them began to fade, melting away, trailing gooey mirages of color as they vanished.

“Good evening,” the doctor said.

“Hey,” Vivi answered.  She raised a hand to wave, but never dropped her eyes from his.  “Um….”

“Remain calm,” he says, and he peers at Vivi carefully.  “What are you doing on this side?”

Vivi chokes on her words.  Other side?  “I… uh, I got lost,” she sputtered, taking her eyes from the doctor as she backed away. Which way should she go? Where?  How did she get out of here?  “I was with a friend.”  She bumps into the wall behind her and jerks her head back to the doctor, as he steps out of the room after her.  “I… um, I….”

“A friend?” he asks.  He’s not as tall as Lewis, but she still stares up at him when he snatches at her wrist.  “Do you mind? You look rather pale.”  Vivi shakes her head.  He looks down to his own wrist and the watch there as he presses his thumb into the niche of her wrist.  “Just relax a bit.  You say you’re here with a friend?  Is he in the other ward?”

He looked human, but none of this is real.  Vivi shakes her head, he’s pressing too tightly on her wrist. “We were looking around.”

“I see,” he murmurs, still focused on his watch and silently counting.  “You shouldn’t do that.  The hospital is no place to get lost.”  He goes quiet, before he releases her wrist and steps back.  “You should come with me for a moment.”  Vivi doesn’t move, in fact she’s inching away.  “It won’t take long.  I’m concerned for your health.  You see, by law I’m not supposed to care after non-colored patients, but maybe if you don’t mind, an exception could be made?”  He motions the now empty room he had exited.

Vivi stares at him for a moment, before it registers in her mind. “Oh.  Oh, I’m sorry.  Uh… I can only stay for a little bit.”

“This won’t take long,” he assures, and steps into the open room. “I’m Dr. Salazar.  What can I call you, miss?”

“Vivi.  Just Vivi,” she says.  She goes to the other bed that had been empty upon first examination of the room, and plopped down on the stiff mattress.  She watches as the Dr. Salazar takes a notepad from his white coat pocket and sets it onto the clipboard.  “Have you been working here long?”

“Hmm,” he says.  Dr. Salazar takes a light from his coat pocket and shines it in front of her face. “Follow the light, please.  Not very long, give or take.  I’m gonna listen to your heart.”  He takes the stethoscope from around his neck and takes the circular piece and presses it to Vivi’s neck.  “Are you getting enough sun, miss Vivi?”

“Just Vivi,” she answers.  “And yes.  Plenty.” She rolls her eyes.  He is a classic doctor.

He moves the listening piece to her backside.  “Cough.”  Vivi coughs a few times, and he asks her to stop.  “What about your diet?  Eating plenty of veggies, fruits?  Protein.”

“Yes?”  Vivi tilts her head down and tries to sound convincing, but even she knows a questioning tone is not assuring.  Dr. Salazar writes down on his clipboard, or the notepad set there.

“Ah-huh,” he humphs.  “Do I need to show you a food pyramid?”  Dr. Salazar puts his hands to his hips and Vivi wrinkles her nose at him.

“I know what one looks like.”  She set the flashlight in her lap and fiddled with the edge of her skirt.

“Somehow I doubt that.  How many hours sleep do you get each night?”

Vivi groaned.  “Five.” She looks at the finger directed at her.

“No.  Double that,” Dr. Salazar enforces.  He resumes writing on the notepad.  “More variety in your diet, more sun….”

“I don’t like the sun,” Vivi grumbled.

“Well, you need it regardless your preference,” the doctor mutters, still writing.  “My abilities fall short of whether or not my patients are willing to cooperate.  Understand? But you’re young.  And don’t work so hard.”  Dr. Salazar paused to gesture around them.  “This isn’t good for you, all of this.”

This catches Vivi’s critical attention, and she frowns at the doctor.  “Wait. What?”

“Here.  Try and follow this list,” he answers, and hands over the page from his small notepad. Vivi scans over it briefly, and feels her pride is wounded in some rude way.  “And lay down, try to get some rest.”  Dr. Salazar steps away from Vivi and moves to the open door.  The intercom gurgles with another message, for a Dr. Hemmington, or someone with ‘Ing-on’ on the end of their name.

“Wait a second.”  Vivi leaps up from the bed and charges after the doctor, the little wad of paper clutched tightly in her hand.  “Hold on! I have some more—”

When Vivi reached out to touch his white coat, the hall was dark, the walls ugly and broken.  The foul wall of dust and mildew crashed into her sinuses, and she gagged a she stumbled from the open room.  Her mind reeled, what had happened?  Everything had decayed, she could scarcely recall what the hospital had been like in its prime.  The years and years melted away fresh plaster, and scorched the once finely polished wood of the floors.  It took a few seconds for her mind to reacquaint with the current, true, state of the hospital, and accept that the illusion or whatever it was, had faded completely.  Everything was gone, but not completely.  It was too dark to see, but in her hand she felt the brittle paper the doctor had given. No doubt it was scrawled with her prescription, but Vivi wondered what he had written precisely.

Once she had recovered from the transition, she raised the flashlight… the flashlight was completely drained and its plastic shell was icy in her palm.  Vivi sighed and crouched on the floor, she brought forth the backpack and dug through its pockets seeking out the spare batteries.  The paper she couldn’t examine it, and she really wanted to, but not by candle flame.  She elected one of her notebooks and pressed the note flat within it, and stashed it away safely.  The notebook wouldn’t be needed, this she was certain.

All the fresh batteries fell to the bottom of the bag.  This was the law of gravity and inconvenience.  To add onto this, none of the batteries worked in the flashlight.  One set after the next and Vivi was growing increasingly impatient when it became apparent, that all of the new batteries packed and even the EKG had been drained of power. She crouched and fumbled in the dark with the ends of the batteries, this was not a new task and she was certain the replacements were end to end and should work.

“That’s just great,” she hissed.  She raised back a fist to throw aside the last pair of drained cells, but decide better.  The hospital was trashed and she didn’t need to add to it.  She dumped the batteries into the backpack and hunted for a lighter but even that was a long shot, Vivi didn’t recall packing it this time.  “Who packs candles and forgets the lighter?” she muttered.  “Me, that’s who.  This is perfect, absolutely brilliant.  If Art finds out, he’ll never let me live this down.”  She slung the backpacks straps back over her shoulders and reached out, touched the wall to her side and teetered forward.  The only light that present was at the halls furthest end, in the vague outline of a doorway.  

“Lew!”  There was no answer, aside from the creak of the floorboards when she took a step.  She hesitates, Vivi couldn’t see at all and the building had been condemned for a half century, maybe longer ago.  Even during the day it would be dangerous exploring through without a reliable light source, the halls were too twisted, too deep. “Arthur?  Mystery?”  She shivered. “Is anyone…  Hello?”

A loud crunch came not far from where she stood, and Vivi backpedaled from it.  “Who’s there?” she croaked.  A dark shape shoved something across her path, it sounded like a door or part of the wall had been wrenched loose.  The only distinguishing bits were the glinting eyes and the bleached surface of the knuckles, its hands still raised.  “Lew?”

“Vivi,” Lewis gasped, as if a spirit could pant.  “Are you okay?  I couldn’t find you!  I got turned around, and you were just… Gone!”  Vivi went limp when he stooped forward and wrapped her up in his arms, she was almost certain they were suspended in midair.  “I couldn’t find you,” he repeated, voice trembling in her chest. “I thought you were lost.”

“I was,” she whispered.  “Not intentionally, I got tangled up in something.”  Vivi exhaled a heavy breath and closed her eyes.  A rest didn’t sound too bad.  “It wasn’t hostile.”

“It could’ve been,” Lewis rumbled.  She could see the flames flash along his neck and reflect over the drab walls.

“Don’t ruin your jacket,” she burbled.  Lewis dithered, calmed, and the flames fade from his shoulders. She would check for damage later. “We’re still looking for Arthur.”

Lewis was still tense, but he leans down and releases Vivi to stand on her own feet.  “Yeah. I can’t believe he didn’t hear the commotion I raised up here.”  This was another reason for Lewis’ agitation, Vivi knew.

“No time to waste, then.”  She spun around, but recalls the drained torch left her at a disadvantage.  “I can’t see.”  She scoots back, her heel skimming over some thin, slick bar on the floor and nearly caused her to fall.  Lewis had moved, the glimmer of his eyes descending low to her height.

“How about we not take the chance of getting separated again?” he offered.

It wasn’t difficult to make out where Lewis’ shoulders were in the dark, with his eyes gleaming right above them.  Vivi released her flashlight when he tugged it from her hand.  She touched the edge of his jacket, but paused. “You didn’t burn up the walls looking for me, did you?”  Lewis smelled smoky, but not like scorched leather.  Scorched leather wasn’t a pleasant smell, so it was unlikely he went blazing through a wall in a fit of rage. The sight of that would’ve been endearing, if not frightening in another setting.

“No,” he defended.  Lewis eyes vanished as he twisted his face away.  “I got a little warmed up, but I wasn’t planning on doing anything reckless unless I knew for sure you were actually hurt, or something.”

Vivi climbed onto his back and looped her arms around his collar. “I can take care of myself, thank you,” she said.  Lewis raised up, stood up or hovers up, she couldn’t tell.  “And don’t you dare deny that.”

“I won’t,” Lewis whimpered. On the contrary, it felt like she was the one protecting him when times turned rough.

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Prologue

Posted 5/25/2020

This is the opening to Ancif.

Under cut due to length.

You had only recently bought a house -more of a small Victorian style manor- in the deep forest, a couple miles off from the thin suburbs, just under a high cliff that was just under a quarter mile high. You had your own reasons for moving so far out; mental issues, family, an ex, health, or just liking the charm the house had.

Even though it was a good hundred or so years old, it had been lightly renovated, no water damage, excellent electrical wiring, no breaks in the interior or exterior, and was just great overall. And, to make sure you didn’t waste hundreds of thousands o n bills, the water supply was from fresh water lakes and rain, electric and heat was solar powered, and was overall self sustained.

Not to mention the area surrounding. Just a couple hundred yards away was a rather large deep tropical water lake that once connected to the ocean a century ago, which held a vast ecosystem and half the forest was the manors property, so you could fish at the lake, plant food, take down trees, build structures, and do whatever you wanted.

Of course, that didn’t mean you would never have to go into town. You still had to go into town for groceries, work, or for buying things for your house and other non-essential bills. 

As these passing thoughts went through and out of your mind, you turned the corner as you drove the large U-Haul towards the obscured residence, the waning gibbous moon shining light onto the narrow dirt road narrowly escaping being concealed by the branches and leaves of the mid spring trees.

As you drove at a low speed, you caught glimpses of different animals around. Was.. Was that a wolf? A.. rather.. large one at that? No! Of course not.. You’re mind must be hallucinating due to lack of sleep from prepping to move, loading your things in alone, and it being rather late -quarter passed two. 

Finally, after a minute or two, the house took shape in front of you in the clearing. 

As you parked the U-Haul and stepped out, you were greeted by a.. large red fox with black markings sitting on the steps that lead to your front porch.

For some reasons, you didn’t feel fear when seeing the canine, and they didn't seem to mind you, even tilting their head at you curiously.

“Hey there,” You greeted softly, crouching to the ground and stretching out your hand with the palm up as they backed away some but did not flee. “Aren’t you gorgeous. Beautiful patterns and a magnificent coat.” You muttered softly to yourself.

This brought the fox in, stepping over to you hesitantly, and then sniffing your hand, which was then that you saw two things. One being they had a duo of scars on their and the second being a glimmer from under their lips, which drew a surprised gasp to leave you, making the fox jump back.

“Oh, you poor thing..” You muttered, gently drawing them closer.

The small fox seemed to have calmed, gently setting their chin onto your hand as you brought the other up to pet them gently, your soft gaze connected with their -now- relaxed gaze, soon gently caressing their ear as your thumb came close to the top of their scar, before a loud call of a bird broke the serenity and the fox's’ head shot up and they quickly disappeared into the forest, but not before a large bird-like shadow crossed over the ground in the moonlight, making you look up in confusion.

Shaking your head some to clear your groggy mind, you stood and headed for the door, a key in hand to unlock the house. As you inserted the key, you heard a creaking from above on the roof, turning around some with furrowed brows.

Probably just a bird. After all, the call you heard told you so.

As the door clicked open, you stepped inside, having to give yourself a moment to cough from the accumulated dust from the house having not been used in quite a bit.

As your eyes adjusted to the dark, you couldn’t help but be a bit surprised upon seeing some cloth covered furniture already here -none of which was yours. 

“Huh,” You muttered in a small laugh. “Someone gift these to me or are they haunted had the previous owners didn't want any spirits coming with them?” 

With a light smile, you went to the wall to  switch on the light, only to near shriek as you felt a mass of fur brush against your leg out of no where.

Quickly flipping on the light and whipping your head around to stare at the floor, you felt your suddenly high nerves calming as you saw a one eyed black puff ball of a cat.

“Aw, hey there sweetie.” You greeted, crouching down to be level with the cat, holding out your hand for them to sniff, resulting in the cat taking a small whiff before nuzzling the backs of your fingers.

“Aren’t you just a darling?” You cooed softly, gently petting the cats head, before your eyes caught on a reflective glimmer from the tree line a few yards away from you porch.

Standing, you then grabbed your keys for some sort of weapon and walked out onto the porch.

“Hello?” You called out loud enough to be heard, but not enough to disturb the sleeping ecosystem. “Is this your cat? I didn’t know. I just moved into this house.” You explained to the night, waiting a few seconds before a light smile cracked your lips. “Maybe leaving the city was good for me.. I’m pretty much talking to myself, aren’t I Little Kage?” You whispered, crouching down to the cat once again, petting them once again, before both your heads shot up at the sound of quiet hissing.

They, however, seemed to calm and instead take interest in the looped chain of the house key held loosely in your hand.

“Oh? Like the key, do you?” You asked with a light laugh, slowly turning your attenuation to the cat once again. “Beautifully crafted, isn’t it? I heard it’s made from steel and a hint of brass and titanium. You’ve a nice taste.” You commented, tilting your wrist down so the key caught and glimmer in the moonlight. However, before you can react, the cat was running off into the forest, your hand suddenly bare from the metal shape.

Looking down at your empty hand, then your gaze going up to follow the mischievous glint in the cats eyes as they glanced over their shoulder with your key hung from their mouth, before leaping off into the forest.

“H-Hey! I need that! Get back you thief!” You yelled, getting up and sprinting off after the reason black cats can be called bad luck.

After a good ten minutes of running and effectively loosing the cat, your body decided it needed a break and bent over, panting heavily as you felt nauseous from all the running. 

Your gaze, however, shot up when you heard a lot of rustling from a bush a few yards in front of you. This wasn’t what put under a terrified freeze. The sight of ruby red eyes stared back into yours, a few inches taller than what you would be standing up. 

The piercing red had you pinned in place as the orbs seemed to have a mist surrounding them. The way they seemed to radiate anger, danger, and.. hunger finally made your body move with a fearful shudder.

You immediately took off once again, a new rush of adrenaline filling you and pushing aside the feeling of sick. 

Behind you, you could hear whatever that was chasing you, gaining quickly at inhuman speed.

Soon, however, you tripped over an uprooted tree root, falling and rolling down a slope. After gathering yourself, you sat up, only to have three pairs of glowing eyes of three large shadowed figures staring down at you.

One was a dark orange speckled with blurs of yellow and brown which held some concern, one a light wine red which had irritation, and the last had a large red one with a tiny flickering second and held a desperate hunger. All of them, however, had shock in their gazes, as if you had stumbled in on a secret meeting that wasn’t supposed to be known about.

It was then that your ears heard the deep hissing above you from where you fell. The glowing red eyes stared down at you with seemingly hatred. 

This was all you needed to clamber up and to run once again, pushing passed the full pair of red and orange eyes, and bolt once again.

There was no way you could fight whatever these were. Were these the forest spirits that teens had talked about after they came out traumatized and scared, wide eyed and once the bad kid now turned silent? 

Ether way, you had to get out of the forest and back to your place. Screw that cat! If it wasn’t for them, you wouldn’t have to be chased down by angry creatures that seemed to want to kill you!

It wasn’t only then that you realized you were going up hill. The only hill around was the cliff that overlooked the forest on all sides except the one you were scaling. However, it was way too late to turn back now as it seemed the red eyed hissing spirit had been swapped for the flickering eye spirit, deep growling and panting coming from them as their gaze stayed locked on you, freezing you to the core with cold terror.

It wasn’t very long until you were shoved to the ground with the massive snarling spirit above you, finally being able to see their face.

They were a rather masculine skeleton with a large build, huge sharp canines or teeth in general, and a broken skull. He also had a single torn blood red wolf ear. But what surprised you the most was the desperate look as he suddenly buried his face against your neck and took a deep, shuddering breath, seeming to visibly relax... Before suddenly getting thrown off of you. 

Towering over you now stood a shorter, leaner skeleton with an agitated look. “You fucking idiot!” The skeleton shrieked, his attention completely on the other who he’d pushed off of you. The idiot was on his lower arms and knees, seeming in a trace as he stared wide eyed at the ground, saliva dripping from his jaws as his gaze slowly lifted to you.

Your gaze, however, was on the newer skeleton. He had a dark brown colored feather wings from his wrists to his lower back, also having a slight beak-like jaw that came out some and had a gold-like tint. He seemed to have a light orange-red shoulder feather.

Your attention was soon snapped from him as a tall and lanky skeleton gently tugged you up. “Human? Are you alright?” He asked in concern, but you recognized the rust-like magic color. He was the one who towered above you along side the flicker magic skeleton after you fell getting chased by the first spirit -who you could guess was also a skeleton. 

Rusty helped you stand as Feathers tried to keep Flickers attention off of you, which seemed impossible as he stared right through the smaller skeleton and straight at you with desperation, need, hunger, and fear. 

It only took a second, before both Feathers and Rust were pushed down and Flicker was after you once again. 

You bolted once again, like a scared rabbit. Little did you know you were headed for the three-way cliff.

A yell from Flicker was all it took for you to loose focus and take a run off the cliff.

Was this how you died?

Trying to settle alone? Getting hunted by monster forest spirits? 

As some tears filled you eyes as you braced yourself for the ground which was hundreds of feet away, the world jolted as wind -instead of coming from below- gently whispered passed your face as a deep voice grumbled curses.

After all the excitement, a small glance up at a grey-white face with blue eyes was all it took before your mind went black, as did your sight as consciousness slipped your mind.

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The sun gently filtered through the windows and onto you through the fluttering blankets that replaced curtain.

As you sat up, you winced as you held your side.

Looking down after lifting your shirt, you saw a large bruise. 

It was then you saw the bottle of water and pill bottle beside it, rested by a folded note with.. animal parts surrounding it?

You wondered what each of these could be used for, before a headache hit you and you quickly downed the pills and started to read.

‘Dear new owner, I’m sorry for all the excitement last night. Some of us were excited to meet you, others upset at your arrival. Try to be more careful when entering the forest. Some parts are off limits. Don’t bother trying to tell anyone about what happened. No one would believe you. -Mono’ This part unnerved you, despite the carefully placed and neat writing, but the small round deep blue stone lined with black and white veins held a sense of security.

‘Hello human! I am excited to meet you, but glad the others had got to do so! Don’t be afraid to ever find me! -Talie’ This writing was slim, but sort of bold, bigger than the previous one. Despite the short pair of lines, a small smile was brought to your lips. This was paired with a small cream colored shell, the cream paired with a soft brown speckled with red and sandy yellow.

‘Greetings human! I hope we can meet in person soon! You are a rather magnificent being! Very, very pretty! -Invei’ Despite the handwriting that was a bit shaky and curved, this made you on edge. Who was this? Who had seen you enough to analyze your face? Despite this, a soft blue pearl was in duo with this part. 

‘Hey human. Hows your knee? You fell pretty hard last night. Careful when you come into the trees. Call my name when you hold a clover. I’ll guide you safely for whatever you want up until you leave. -Al’ The loosely drawn letters with such an uneven pattern gave you a bit more ease than the actual words. A unlike all the other writings, this held no gift.

‘Human, I apologize for chasing you last night. I simply didn’t like you naming my cat nor touching him. However, you moved into the house he was staying, so it wa-’ At this point you lost interest in this part as it irritated you. You did however, look at the name ‘-Viper’ Paired with Vipers note was your house key!

‘What’s up human? Ya like the dirt do much you fell for it? That’s not alright y’know. Rather filthy, dirty even. -Domni’ Your nose wrinkled some from the jokes as a small sigh left your mouth. A red scale was settled next to this section.

‘How stupid can you get?! Why would you ever go into the woods known for traumatization, disappearances, and death?! Humans are still stupid after all this time? Next time don’t go jumping off cliffs! You’re lucky Mono had been there to save your ass! -Centri’ Not gonna lie, Centri sounded like a dick, but it was better than him not caring, you guessed. He had a feather with his note, starting with black and fading to the rusty red coloring half way to the tip.

‘Are you alright human? Ren hit you hard. Are you hurt? Good. Maybe you’ll learn to stay away from my brothers nesting peak! He’s the only reason you aren’t torn apart and eaten! But’ a spacing. Hesitation, maybe? ‘try to be more careful. Thank you for being kind to me. -Relia’ There was a tuft of black and red fur with this. Odd.. reminds you of the large fox you’d encountered.

‘Hello new friend! I am writing on the behalf of my brother. He wants to apologize for the actions he undertook last night. He was rather hungry last night and the others have constantly moved prey out of our land so you can surely understand what happened lest night. I can’t wait to meet you! In fact, let’s meet tomorrow! -Inten + Ren’ Duo with this font was a co-dominant red and white rose head with a small fluffy black feather curled around the side.

With a slight smile, you placed these objects onto the table in a display and sat down for a bit longer, before deciding to get up and start cleaning the house and move things inside.

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flesh and bone

Warnings: This piece of writing is intended to be hard to read, and it may be hard to read if you have ever struggled with an eating disorder or are currently struggling with an eating disorder. This is my way of working through my own issues, but I acknowledge it will not be everyone’s cup of tea. This is extremely graphic and may be unsuitable for readers under the age of 16 due to its exploration of mental illness and addiction to starvation being completely unrestrained, this is about my personal experience, one that is unfortunately ongoing and will not tailor to everyone’s needs. Please read at your own discretion, and if you are struggling, please reach out for help.

 Further warnings for: having a general potty mouth, bulimia (this is over 9,000 words and is v long as a heads up)

 Ship: Logicality (Look I really needed to have something there that didn’t make me feel like I was falling apart writing this)

 Plot: Five years of being hungry. Hundreds of bruises to his spine and ribs. Nineteen-years-old and the chances of growing older are getting slimmer. In a fit of desperation, Patton’s mother begs him to go to a facility, and once he’s checked in there’s no getting out. It’s not all bad though, because there is Logan, a twenty-year-old who can count calories without looking at the packet and doesn’t treat him like he’s fragile.

 --

 Pinch the skin around his arm, skin that’s not exactly there anymore as it stretches tight over his bone. His entire life is numbers; numbers on packets, on scales, on the waistline of jeans. All Patton is...is numbers. He is counting through his life one step at a time and it is one very shaky, drained, dizzy step at that. Patton is sick. He’s been sick for years, so long that he can barely remember the last time he looked in the mirror without a fault in mind.

What caused him to love hunger more than himself?

Maybe it’s a cocktail of reasons. Maybe it’s so many reasons that he can’t untangle them all and find the route of this. He doesn’t think he’s beautiful that much is for sure, but an addiction is an addiction. He doesn’t think he’s beautiful as his hair’s falling out and his teeth feel like acid reflux. He doesn’t think he’s beautiful when his binder bruises his spine and ribs because they will never really have that protective layer of fat. He doesn’t think the thick layer of fur-like hair growing on his arms is so beautiful, or that his face looks like a ghost but “beautiful,” got lost in translation a long, long time ago.

Is beauty worth it when you can’t breathe through heaving, tired lungs?

Which is why, he supposes, he agreed to this. As he sits in the front seat of the car whilst staring at the restaurants that go past with the rest of the world, all those people unaware that he’s standing on the veil, on the way to his last chance at getting better. All that food that he’d conditioned himself to turn away from stares back hungrily, making his stomach turn. He closes his eyes, because if he sees another “summer body ready?” billboard he might throw himself out into the road and run away from the decision he’s made.

 Some part of him really doesn’t want that.

 The place is not what he expected; somehow he’d expected white walls and a clinical atmosphere, but as he walks in it just feels like a really big house, trailing his suitcase behind him. He slides his glasses up his nose, his shirt hanging off his shoulder in the warm July weather that he’s somehow managing to remain cold in. “You must be...Patton?” A woman approaches with paperwork and a smile that looks just a little tired.

“That’s me,” He replies, hoping he doesn’t sound quite as exhausted as he currently feels; he certainly doesn’t want this poor lady to be on the receiving end on his starvation induced temper.  

The woman smiles and it’s the sort of smile people are trained to give, like a doctor to a patient with that sickly sympathy that really they could never relate too. “He and him pronouns?” He nods. “Would you prefer to room with the girls or the...well we only have one other boy here,”

“Is he remotely transphobic?” Patton wishes he doesn’t sound so drained, he’s also sick of having to ask that question.

“Surprisingly enough, I’ve never asked him,” She clears her throat “Logan!” There’s a muffled response, the sound of footsteps, a boy with ruffled ebony hair peers down the top of the banister with a displeased look “Are you transphobic?”

“I am most certainly not,” The boy responds, tentatively walking down the stairs with a slight stumble in his step, if Patton had to hazard a guess he’d say he hasn’t eaten in roughly twenty hours; the first twenty-four are always the hardest on your body before you start to get used to the pain and sick “Do I finally have a roommate?” He steps down a couple of steps towards them, looking almost tentatively at Patton, as if he’s scared of what he might find if he looks too long. “You are impressively skinny, poor word choice, I know but I do wonder if you have organs,” Eating disorder humour, laugh at your pain until it goes away. And that’s exactly how Patton responds, he laughs.

“Yeah, I want to room with uh...Logan? Was it?”

“Correct,”

“I wanna room with Logan,” Patton’s mother sighs lightly at his decision, but he is an adult after all. “Less crowded, I assume,” Logan nods in response before leaning against the post, waiting for Patton to say his goodbyes, sign some papers and hand over his phone. “Do I get to keep my music player, it doesn’t have internet access, it’s just music,” The lady nods as she takes the paperwork back and the phone into the other hand.

“You’re not allowed anything that you can use to contact people in the outside world, or things that are sharp, if you’re a smoker you’re allowed one lighter to use but we have to look after it when you’re not using it,”

“Basically, welcome to the nursery,” Logan chastises lightly as Patton gives his mother a hug. Patton’s lips quirk slightly “Right this way,” he helps Patton carry his suitcase but the boy can barely stand up straight, and Patton recognizes the tense jaw and stumbling footsteps like he is looking into a mirror.

Their room is fairly large, Patton has never been into inpatient that looks so...homely, there is enough room for at least six beds, but there’s only two “They tend to just add them so there’s always room for one more,” Logan explains “Just in case we get an emergency arrival that is,” He sits down on the bed, and Patton can see how thin his ankles are, peeking out of the bottom of his pants. Subconsciously, Patton wraps his thin fingers around his small wrist and feels the paper thin skin tight over his bones, but Logan catches the movement and shakes his head. “If you don’t stop doing that you never will,” He lays back, a small expression of discomfort as he stares at the ceiling “So... you’re trans?”

“Yep,” Patton responds popping the ‘p’ as he places his suitcase next to his bed and sits down, staring down at his knees. He always wears baggy clothes, if it’s not for the dysphoria then because he really doesn’t want to look at his body.

“Are you okay with changing in here? Would you prefer privacy? I don’t mind making myself scarce for a few minutes,” At least now he has an excuse that isn’t ‘I don’t want anyone to see my body,’ “And...he and him pronouns?” Logan sits up and leans back onto his hands, looking over at Patton.

“I...yes,” He pauses “To both,”

“I don’t like changing in front of people either,” Logan mutters, “My back is a mess,”

“Bruises?”

“So many,”

There’s a long and static pause as the two soak up the fact they were going to be in each other’s company for a while, that there’s no way of telling when they will be leaving. But, Patton thinks to himself, at least this one isn’t whining constantly about how society made them anorexic, because that just gets old after a while. Society gave you a gun and you shot it straight into your own chest.

“How long have you been here?” Patton asks quietly, looking over at the boy on the opposite bed.

“Three months, seven days, six hours,” He glances at his watches “24 minutes and...32 seconds,”

“Wow,” Silence again, cascading over the two of them as they stare quietly at the floor and each other at separate intervals, before Patton offers a tentative smile “You’re kinda weird,” Logan laughs, short and throaty, followed by a small cough “Like the way you talk, it’s...your speech pattern is strange,”

“Thank you,” Patton grins and kicks off his shoes, lying back against the bed, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

 --

 Dinner was hell. Patton pushes his food around on his plate before nibbling on the end of a single piece of pepper over the span of an hour. His stomach growls in frustration and he can’t really say he blames it. He pauses, closes his eyes and bites the bullet, managing a few more down before his stomach lurches. “Make up your fucking mind,” He mutters, his fork clattering against the plate.

“That’s a mood,” Patton looks up at the speaker, a girl with dark skin and big brown eyes smiles over “Honestly when I first got here my stomach was like ‘excuse me, what the fuck are you doing? Feeding me so much at once, that is not how shit works anymore’ “Patton stifles a small laugh, she looks so vibrant. Her eyes still retain the hope and happiness of most teenagers, but the rest of her is...deteriorating. “But I’ve been gaining, slowly but surely, I don’t know how to feel about it, but hey, I guess that means my stomach will stop rejecting the food,” She wipes her mouth and holds a hand out over the table “Rosalie,”

“Patton,”

“Nice to meet you, that’s Gemma,” She points over at a chubby girl with bright blonde hair. “Carmella,” Another girl with frizzy black hair and tan skin “And Josie,” The last girl looks up at her name, she’s been staring at her plate and not touching a single thing on it, looking a little out of it. “Josie got tubed today, she’s not so happy about it,”

Tubed. Patton had been before, once, where they force feed you liquid food through a tube, a horrible and uncomfortable experience that had had him in tears at the time. He gives Josie a small, comforting smile; she attempts to give a weak one back. “And of course, you’ve met Logan,” Logan looks up from the salad he’s been poking and prodding with raised eyebrows. “We were so wondering if we were getting another boy,”

“Well men find it harder to talk about,” Logan shrugged “And the statistics have a rather slight difference...did you know that...”

“Hush pocket protector,” The girl on Logan’s other side Carmella, nudges him playfully “If I needed a guide to eating disorder statistics I would’ve read one by now,” Patton smiles a little, allowing a distraction so he could slip some more food into his mouth. Logan rolls his eyes affectionately and ruffles her hair before pushing a forkful of salad past his lips. He chews slowly, but once he’s started it seems to be easier for him to continue as he adds another forkful.

After dinner, Logan paces the dining room floor for a moment, his eyes trained on the carpet as he tries to avoid leaving the room. “Bulimic?” Patton asks with some degree of understanding, leaning against the table. Logan nods. “Purging was never my thing,” Logan gives a short laugh, pushing his hair out of his eyes, Patton thinks he looks like he’s about to pass out from sheer stress alone.

“Good,” Logan replies shortly “It just hurts, and hurts a lot,” He clutches his churning stomach, eyes downcast and cheeks heated with embarrassment. He doesn’t like to be scrutinized. His stomach lurches and he bites down on his lip. “Could you leave me alone for a few minutes?” He asks, not unkindly as he looks over at the other. Patton nods.

“Yeah, see you in a bit Logan,”

Patton hears him crying not long after he’s left the room, his stomach trying to reject food that it is still unused to receiving in large quantities. He bites down on his bottom lip, but walks away, respecting Logan’s privacy.

 --

Therapy, the one part of all of this that Patton vehemently hates; how do you talk to someone you’ve just met them and tell them all about your fears and hopes and dreams? Especially as a group. He sits in a comfy armchair in the living room and stares at his nails, listening to the other’s talk as they’re asked questions by the group leader. As his name is called, he looks up and feels his face warm at all the eyes on him. “Challenges?” He asks quietly “Being here is a challenge by itself, leaving my family behind, knowing they’re probably going to be in debt because of me,” Patton shrugs, his gaze fixated to the carpet “Trying to get better, I suppose is hard, I’ve lived like this for so long now I’m kind of worried who I’ll be on the other side, if I make it,”

“And successes?”

“I don’t know, accepting that I don’t want to die is probably a good start, and trying to get better will be hard but at least I am trying this time,” A quiet hum runs through the others in the group as they nod in agreement, he shifts uncomfortably at the feeling of being scrutinized.

“Very good, Patton, I’m sure everyone is very proud of you,”

--

 (A week later)

 Patton lay on his bed, sketching in his sketchbook as music played softly through his headphones. The sun was starting to set and the lamp beside his bed illuminated the pages as he ran his pan over the pages. The door opens and clicks shut, causing him to slide a headphone off as he looks up at his roommate. “Are you okay?” Logan shrugs a little.

“Okay is relative in these situations, am I improving physically? Yes, I’m gaining and that’s positive, how do I feel? Like shit,” Patton offers a smile as he sits up, wincing, his spine is visible under the too large sleep shirt that reaches his thighs. Nothing really fits him properly anymore, this shirt used to be tight on him.

“I get that,” He places his sketchbook and pen on the covers and slides his headphones off, the music tinny in the silence as it remains to carry through the air. “The first time I gained weight after...this started,” he took a deep breath “I went completely off the deep end, it nearly killed me,” Logan swallows dryly and looks away from Patton, away from his kind eyes and thin body. He hoped he would get someone cruel, someone he wouldn’t latch onto. Someone he couldn’t relate too.

“I’ve been in a few hospitals now,” Logan admits “This is the first one that’s been able to help me,” He stares at his wrists, at the bones jutting out “I just wanted to be healthy, my parents said I needed to lose weight, but then I started obsessing over it as I do with everything,” He runs his nails over the hair on his arms “Counting calories in water,” He laughs, but it’s dry and unamused “I should’ve known really,”

“I just really wanted to be skinny,” He snorts in response, that same bitter laugh that they’re all so familiar with “I really wanted to be like the girls in my class, I wanted people to stop calling me fat, but then I just...I couldn’t stop myself, I didn’t stop myself and I know it’s because I’m sick, but all I can think is because I’m weak,”

“And what’s wrong with being weak?” Logan asks softly “Really, everyone is weak, as a species, humans are only strong because of ruthlessness and weaponry, it’s truly a wonder how we managed this long,” He exhales shakily, his lungs rattling in their prison “Everyone has a weakness, at least you know what yours is, but now you have to learn to fight it, or you’re just going to be another statistic in a textbook about numbers this thing has killed, no name or identification, you are not a number and you shouldn’t become one,”

“I know that, but I can’t just...stop,” His stomach growls and he rolls his eyes, flopping back onto the bed. “It’s like I enjoy it, the hunger, the pain, I can’t stop feeling like I need it, and crave it,”

“It’s as much of an addiction as anything, you wouldn’t tell a heroin addict to simply put down the needle, for example, you know that an addict’s brain changes due to its addiction, your brain is like that too, it’s grown dependant on your pain and is feeding off of it,” Patton finds comfort in someone who actually knows what they’re talking about, who isn’t psychoanalyzing him, just telling him the truth. “You’re very sick Patton, we all are very sick, and I know I got too comfortable in accepting that it was just always going to kill me, but I don’t want that anymore and I don’t think you do either,”

“I don’t want to die Logan,”

“Then you need to start acting like it,” It’s such a simple statement that jolts straight through Patton like a bolt of electricity “It’s painful to try and recover when even your own body is begging you not too, it’s painful when your mind has this voice terrified of being fat, and it is terrifying stepping out into a society where fat people are treated as secondary citizens and people subconsciously believe thinner is better, but the reason doesn’t lie in society,” 

“I know, I don’t blame society, well, I blame corporations for feeding off my disorder,”

 “But an attitude that blames only society can never heal,” Patton breathes a sigh of relief that finally, finally, somebody understands what he’s been saying all this time. “Because until we look at the cause of the problem for us, for our own individual fears and what is stopping us from healing, we can’t tackle the bigger picture like diet pills and fat-shaming and the cocktail of issues that society makes up for impressionable people, especially those who are easily addicted to a feeling,”

“Thank you, I was getting so tired of that attitude, I don’t think people should blame themselves but some people need to look at the smaller picture first before they start working on the bigger one, like...like a child learning to read, you don’t start with the Harry Potter books, you start with the alphabet,” Logan nods with an affirming smile “Otherwise we’ll all be dead before we get to challenge the rest of the world on their viewpoint,”

“Absolutely,” Patton smiles, a wide and genuine smile that hurts his cheeks. This might be the first time he’s actually got along with one of the residents in his facility. Quite a feat for one last run. No, he corrects himself, not last.

You’ve got to try this time.

 --

(two weeks later)

 “Three, two, one,” Patton chucks the handful of raisins into his mouth and grimaces as he chews, whilst Logan cheers, “Here, catch,” he calls, holding his hand up as a warning before he flips the raisin towards the other, Patton laughs as he misses it completely and it bounces along the floor.

“God, they’re so sweet,” He swallows and shakes his head “When did raisins get so sweet?” He’d been avoiding sugar for so long now that his body barely knew what to do with the sudden mouthful of pure, natural sugars.

“You would spontaneously combust if you tried a milkshake,”

“Oh my God, never, literally never will you get one of those things near me they’re so full of fat and...” Logan’s eyebrows raise and Patton closes his mouth, giving a semi-ashamed smile “I’m doing it again aren’t I?” He sighs at the nod he gets in response and picks at the small box of raisins, slowly pressing them into his mouth, chewing and swallowing, his stomach growled for more but he knew if he continued it would also demand the food be regurgitated. “Maybe one day,” He says softly, and Logan grins widely in response.

“Did you hear that, guys? He said maybe one day!” There’s a hum of agreement and a small cheer from Carmella, who Patton had quickly realized was the peppiest in the group. “Sounds like an outing plan,” Patton’s mouth opens and he smiles a little, had he made...a friend?

“It’s a date specs,” He doesn’t miss Logan’s blush on his cheeks as Patton starts distributing the tiny packs of raisins to the girls, and watches as they engage in a battle royale of ‘who can flip the most raisins in their mouth’

Patton’s stomach rumbles as he makes his way upstairs and grabs his sketchpad. He sketches himself, his body, the way his ribs twist and his stomach dips between his hipbones. He’s done this so many times before but for some reason, this time when he stares at the lines of ink a small tear lands on the page. “Why am I crying?” He whispers gently to himself. The realization rushes over him in small waves as he writes the title of this piece of art at the top.

‘I don’t want to die,’

 --

 Patton had lived almost all of his teenage years knowing that one day his eating disorder would kill him. His body is constantly shutting down on itself, he’s constantly feeling weak, there are more bones than muscle under his skin, or so he hypothesizes; and he can’t actually leave the house alone because he’s collapsing so often. Every part of his body hurts, his vision is always accompanied by static and little black dots, he’s always thirsty. His body is eating itself, his hair is thin and falling out, his teeth are yellowing and his skin is paper thin, accompanied only by a thin layer of fur-like hair as his body desperately tries to keep itself warm. Patton is always cold, and always dying.

Logan had spent most of his teenage years in denial. Starving for attention and also food as he desperately tries to mould himself into what his parents want him to be; unfortunately he can never be what they want him to be because that would require him to be the basic definition of “normal,”, which also would include not having obsessive-compulsive disorder and also not so very weak from the lack of food in his system. His father had praised his ability to lose weight; he had told him it was wonderful that he was finally taking his weight seriously. His mother had watched him become a ghost and praised it. But Logan has never been able to half-do anything in his life and once he starts he cannot stop.

After his fourth hospitalization, his mother demanded he is sent to a specialist. His father had been adamantly against it, saying he just needs to eat and also “What will people think?” Because that’s all, really, Logan’s father thinks about. Logan knew then that his father really is not capable of loving a thing besides himself, but it was still somehow a shock that he cared so little about his son.

Patton’s parents are lovely, they’re wonderful people and he’s had a fairly nice childhood. When he was five his younger brother, Virgil, was born and the two have gotten along so well their entire lives. Patton’s mother is a baker and she’s always spoiled her son rotten when it came to things he needs or wants and Patton’s father is a soft-faced and kind-hearted man who has always shared equal loads with his wife. Their divorce had been amicable, it had no effect on the fact the two remained friends and Patton still saw his father and brother almost every day.

They were both very supportive of him being Trans. The only thing that his mother disapproves of is swearing, she doesn’t like it and thinks it’s aggressive. Virgil swears a lot, Patton...not so much.

So he doesn’t have the tragic backstory of Logan, the only knowing factor is being Trans and high school being a nightmare because of being ‘the chubby Trans kid’. This soon became ‘the Trans kid that looks like a ghost’ unreasonably thin and passing out every day.

The two of them had both come to conclusion one day they will die because of their illness, it would kill them, their organs would fail, they would be unable to stand due to muscle deterioration, Logan would rip a hole in his stomach, and they would die. For Logan, this changed because of Roman.

People hate living for other people more than they hate living for themselves, and yet guilt alone is enough to drive someone insane. So when a teenage boy appears on Logan’s doorstep and straight into Logan’s life, he has to make a choice. So far in his life, he had few things to live for; an unaccepting family environment that is toxic and full of discourse, a school full of idiots who taunt him and bully him, the only reason death seemed uninviting is because there is a lot that Logan still wants to learn.

Then there was Roman; his younger and apparently secret half-brother who folds his arms across his chest defiantly and pokes Logan’s father in the chest, anger in his eyes. Logan’s father wanted to throw him out, Logan’s mother was having none of that; she had after all, always known that her husband wasn’t faithful, she just hadn’t expected living proof. Logan and Roman spent a lot of time together from the moment he walked into their lives, wanting to make up for lost time as brothers do; they argued a lot but found solace in the fact that their homophobic father had two gay sons.

It was Roman who was the first person to care about Logan’s disorders, he was the first person to sit him down and say “You need to take this into your own hands now,” Logan had never really given it a thought, he knew time was running out for him and that most of what he could taste is acid from his stomach, but he had also always just accepted this was how it was going to be.

Roman didn’t tell Logan to live for him, didn’t ask nor guilt him. He simply said “You need to stop looking for a reason to live and give yourself one, I can’t ask you to live for me, that would be selfish, but you need to learn to live for yourself Logan whilst you still have the chance, there’s a world out there that’s equal parts horrifying and beautiful an it’s waiting for you outside of these walls,”

So Logan checked himself into therapy, and it was only Roman there to say goodbye to him as he walked through the doors, not knowing when or if he would come out of them.

Patton’s decision had come from three things. You cannot love someone healthy, you can try your hardest but when your best efforts fail you have to know it wasn’t your fault. Patton’s family loved him very much but their love could not fix him. His decision in the end, was partially because of his younger brother who had sworn to protect since his very birth, but was also because of his transition.

When you are Transgender there is a list of specifications you have to meet in order to medically transition, in order for the procedure to be safe. Patton’s white blood cell count is very low, his body doesn’t heal at a normal rate and his internal organs are feeling quite fragile at best. Every surgery comes with its risks, a surgery like this is usually very low-risk, but with his body in the state it is it could be fatal.

Patton doesn’t want to die, buried in a body that he hated, with an identification he hasn’t identified with in years. When he dies he wants to die himself, with his name and his body that he has dreamed of since he was a child. And maybe, just maybe, he’s hanging onto that sliver of hope that when he finally gets that transition and he feels just a little bit safer in his own skin, he might not be so flippant about death after all.

--

(two weeks later)

“We’re getting milkshakes?” The huddle of people that clambered into the back of the minivan cheers as they are told they’re going on an outing, specially requested by several members of the group. Patton had blushed and narrowed his eyes at the others as the girls tease him lightly and Logan squeezes his shoulder playfully. The younger curls up a little against his friend, head resting on his chest as he looks out of the window, watching the world pass. He hears Carmella gasp a little and some slight giggles, but Patton only rolls his eyes and curls up next to his friend.

“You can all choose which ever milkshake you want, the only rule is that you’re not allowed to the bathroom for thirty minutes afterwards, so if you need the toilet, go first,” There’s a series of sighs as they pull up outside the milkshake place. None of the items on the menu list the amount of calories.

“We’re gonna be running around a lot tonight,” Patton mutters to Logan, who nods in agreement “And I’m going to be thinking about the fat content of these milkshakes for a good few hours,” He sighs “But Oreo does sound lovely,” They all order one each and sit down with the huge glasses. There’s a silence, like they’re waiting for one another, it’s Logan who caves with a small sigh and takes a large sip out of the straw. Bated breath all around as they watch.

“Fuck me, it’s delicious,” he groans, eyes closing in bliss before licking his lips “That’s the nicest thing I’ve ever tasted,” He slides the glass over to Patton, who takes the tiniest of sips, a soft moan tumbling over his lips, Logan makes a quiet noise at the back of his throat, cheeks heating whilst the girls giggle at his expression. They tuck into their own, various gasps at the taste and complaints that they could taste the sheer amount of sugar in them.

By the time they’ve finished them, they’re all filled with an unusual amount of energy. Most of them hadn’t managed to drink something with so much sugar or calories or, in the case of some of the milkshakes, chocolate in so long. They’re buzzing with energy as they file back into the van.

And Logan is a little busy daydreaming about Patton’s expression and the noises he made as he drank his milkshake.

--

“You’ve totally got a crush on him,”

“I do not!” Logan huffs as he nudges Josie, helping her prepare lunch as he mixes up the salad, chopping up cucumbers and throwing them into the large bowl. “He’s simply a friend,” He shrugs a little, but his cheeks are red “I don’t get crushes on people and even if I did, now isn’t exactly a good time for either of us,” She sighs a little at him.

“You know people always say love can’t fix us,” She stills her hand on lightly buttering the bread, looking down at the chopping board “And they’re right, they can’t, but look at you Logan, why are you here?” He falters a little “Because your brother loved you enough to snap you out of your woe-is-me life and get you here,” The elder shifts uncomfortably, picking up a tomato and cutting into it swiftly. “Love can’t save us, but it certainly fucking helps,”

She’s right. He hates that she’s right. But Logan doesn’t want to love Patton, he’s still grasping the fact that he loves his brother, and that he has a brother that loves him. His mind doesn’t work in tandem with his heart most days and trying to add more things that he needs to understand is only going to complicate him. “Maybe,” He finally says as he cuts up the tomato swiftly “Maybe,”

--

(two months after Patton first arrived)

“Hey Patton dinner’s…are you okay?” Logan pauses at the door, one hand against the frame with fingers that are still too thin. His eyes drift from the room to the boy curled up on the bed, shivering. “Patton?” He walks into the room at the shaky sob that leaves the younger’s lips, kneeling down beside him and resting his hand against the mattress for Patton to take if he so desires. “Was it that bad?” Every couple of weeks they have weigh-ins, to check that they’re steadily gaining weight. From here, Logan can tell Patton has, but to a stranger they would still think he is unreasonably thin for someone of his age and height.

“I don’t want d-dinner,” He’s choking on his own breath, and Logan can tell Patton is in agony from the way he clutches his stomach, he knows he is hungry and he knows he hasn’t eaten today yet. “I can’t do this, I can’t,” The gasping whimper has Logan crumbling as he scoots onto the bed and holds Patton close, feeling the thin boy grip at his shirt, noises of pain and shaky starvation burrowing deeper and deeper into Logan.

He never really thought what it’s like to be on the other end, but in that moment he does realize two things; it really hurts to see someone you love in agony at their own hands, and two, he really does love Patton. In which way remains to be seen, but for now all that matters is that he helps his only and best friend. “You’ve come so far Patton, it’s okay,” He whispers “It’s okay to crumble, it’s okay to relapse, they are not a testament to how strong you are, what makes you strong is that you’ve got this far,” He rubs his back over the thick and long jumper that the shivering boy is wearing, yet he can still feel the firm outline of Patton’s bony spine. “Do you remember when you first started starving? How hard it was, but then you were doing three or four days fasts and suddenly one day doesn’t feel like anything?”

“Y-Yeah,”

“Recovery is the same, but the other way, the first few times you eat full meals it kills, it hurts you, you can barely cope with looking in the mirror, and then over time you start to wonder ‘how did I go so long without food?’” Patton sniffles a little “You are stronger than this voice telling you what you should be, but what you need to be is healthy and happy, of which this illness will not make you either,”

Patton holds onto his friend with his shaking fingers, crying against his chest, shivering and shaking and writhing in pain. All he can feel is the burning of acid rising from his stomach and scorching his throat, the dryness of his lips, the sharp sickliness that came in the aftermath of the hunger. His stomach lurches in desperate attempt to warn Patton that he needs food, he heaves a little, but there’s no food to throw up. Spots of black and wavy static play at his vision, they taunt him; remind him he is a wreck. An everlasting crash, like the moment when you trip and you wonder if you’re going to hit the ground, that feeling is played on repeat. He wonders why him? Why is he struggling like this? What is wrong with him? Why can’t he just fucking eat? Logan squeezes his shoulder.

“I’ll bring you up an apple and a piece of toast, okay?” A small nod, as he untangles himself, watching helplessly as he finds himself wanting to beg and plead for Logan not to let go, not to go anywhere, he needs comfort, he needs someone.

He really, really wants his mum right now. Like a child scared in a storm as his temperature fluctuates from hot and cold and the crash of his mental health from the absence of food when he was so goddamn well, he wants his mum. He wants Virgil. He wants to see his brother and squeeze his hand and tell him everything’s going to be okay. He wants his mum to hug him and smile at him with her teary eyes and promise she will do everything she can to help. But he doesn’t have Virgil, or his mum, he just has himself.

And Logan, of course, but it’s not Logan’s job to console him at every turn, any more than it’s his to do the same for Logan.

He sits up and takes a breath, pulling his curls out of his face and tying them back, he slides his glasses off his nose and wipes his eyes before taking a deep and shaky breath. In and out. Virgil had taught him breathing exercises for panic attacks, he says that it’s best to just ride it for a few minutes, let yourself feel it, let your thoughts crash, then take a while to breathe and organise those thoughts. It does take a while, he doesn’t finish sorting out his breathing until Logan comes back with a slice of toast and neatly chopped apple.

Patton cleans his glasses on his sleeve and picks up the first piece of apple, chewing it slowly. Logan doesn’t watch him and for that he’s grateful; but he makes sure Patton knows he’s still there as he sets about tidying up the room a little bit, opening the curtains and spraying the air freshener, just to make Patton feel a little cleaner after spending most of the day in bed.

“I miss my brother,” Patton says after he’s finished the apple, leaning back to let his stomach digest it before he starts on the toast “He’s my best friend and…it was easier being able to cope with him there, with him telling me how to cope but now I just have to figure it out for myself and…I miss his hugs,” His eyes tears up again, his voice coming out choked “I miss him ranting about school, and him making me feel just a little bit normal,”

“I miss my brother too,” Logan sits down next to him and squeezes his hand gently “He’s the only person in my life that cared about me,” He sighs “But that’s why we’re here Patton, because we need to be able to teach ourselves to take care of ourselves, and look at how well you’ve been doing,” Patton’s eyebrows furrow as if he’s about to argue, but Logan is one step ahead of him “You’ve been here two months, eating at least one full meal a day for one of those months, the other day you even had three full meals,” A small and defensive shrug is thrown his way but a smile is pressing to Patton’s lips, and that is progress. “You just calmed yourself down from a panic attack and ate food despite not wanting too because you knew what was best for your body, you’re willingly healing, and you’re willingly helping yourself,”

“It doesn’t feel like it,”

“It never does,” He’s right, we’re never able to weigh our successes against our failures because we see the worst in ourselves. “But it will, and it might not be whilst you’re still here, it might not be until you’re 30, or 40, but at least…” He pauses, remembering what Roman had told him “But at least give yourself the chance to live, so you can see it happen,”

Patton nods slowly, his smile weak but colour slowly returning to his cheeks. He leans over at presses a gentle kiss to his friend’s cheek “Thank you Logan,” He doesn’t miss the bright red of Logan’s cheeks, and he’s not sure the elder misses the small smile on his lips as he digs into his slice of toast.

--

(a week later)

Patton woke up after he heard the door close, he’d gone to bed early and it appeared to still be evening time so he slides out of bed to notice that Logan isn’t in his bed. He checks his clock, 11:30PM, Logan is always in bed by 10 and awake at 6:30, like clockwork; worried, Patton opens the door and sees the bathroom light is on.

A sense of unease washes over him, as he slips quietly into the hallway, socks padding quietly against the floor in his journey to the bathroom door; Patton hopes he is just being paranoid or overly vigilant as he stands outside, but his stomach sinks as he hears the sound of food hitting the toilet bowl. Or, what was food, anyway. He bites down on his lip as frustrated whispers fall in Logan’s voice, quiet and tearful and angry.

Patton shifts uncomfortably from one foot to another, mulling over in his head what he should do; should he give Logan some privacy, pretend he didn’t see or hear anything. He doesn’t get long to think however as the tap stops running and the toilet flushes and Logan walks out and straight into him. A look flickers across the other’s face, shame and embarrassment and maybe a little bit of anger, but it dissolves as Patton wraps his arms around the taller man and lets Logan fold himself into the hug, crying softly into his shoulder “It’s okay, it happens,” Patton mutters “You’ll do better tomorrow,”

--

(a week later)

“I feel like I haven’t slept in days,” Patton cracks his back and stretches, his shirt riding up his stomach, Logan can see easily that little pouch of stomach that hadn’t existed when Patton had got here and grins. “What’re you grinning at?” His cheeks heat a little, biting his bottom lip and Patton’s eyebrows raise, catching the embarrassment. Logan swallows his pride.

“I’m just happy to see you a little healthier,” He says softly as he slides out of bed himself, his eyes going to the carpet under his bare feet “You, in general, are something worth smiling about,” He swallows dryly, his hands wringing his wrists in such a familiar way, Patton’s hands rest gently over his.

“If you don’t stop that you’ll never be able too,” He whispers teasingly, his eyes bright and warm, the freckles on his cheeks coloured a little pink. Logan notes his hands feel much warmer than when he first got here, an added plus to starting to eat properly. He stays very still, staring into Patton’s eyes like a frightened statue that couldn’t move even in a hurricane. Whatever happens now, in this casual intimacy, it is Patton’s choice and Patton’s choice alone.

He cannot and will not make a choice for him.

Some part of Logan expected Patton to drop his hands and smile, to let go of his frail wrists and walk away, change his mind perhaps. After all they need to still focus on themselves, to fix themselves before they take on something as serious as a relationship. But Patton doesn’t really stay serious for long, and somehow Logan knows that no matter what they are to each other he will always want to help Patton, and Patton will want to help him. His brain is still flipping thoughts over like pancakes when the younger’s hand brushes against his cheek, the thumb gently caressing his pale skin.

All the thoughts stop. Just for a second, just for a precious moment when all he can see is Patton’s warm eyes and feel his gentle touch. An acknowledgement, and then the hand drops and Patton steps away. “You’re worth smiling about as well, Lo,”

--

(two weeks later)

“Virgil!” Patton squeaks as he all but jumps into his younger brother’s arms, stepping back to see the violet haired boy grinning at him. “I’ve missed you so much,” He pulls away “And mum,” He beams as she squeezes him close to her chest, pressing a motherly kiss to the top of his curly hair. “Is dad at work?” He asks, rocking back and forth on his heels excitably.

“I’m afraid so,” She replies softly “He’s barely been off work lately, Virgil’s practically moved in at this point,” The younger of the brothers beams cheekily “But look at you Patton,” She gasps “You’ve got some colour in your cheeks,” She doesn’t mention his weight, and for that he’s grateful.

“You look so much healthier Patton-cake,” Virgil sighs, squeezing his brother’s hand.

“Logan!” The group move away from the door as a boy races through it, unruly red hair in every direction, being held back to some fashion with a hair band. “Oh my God, look at you, give us a twirl,” Logan’s lips quirk a little as he rolls his eyes “Party pooper,” He sighs, before bringing the taller into his arms and into a bone-crushing hug. “So where is he? The pretty one you were telling me about,”

Family visitation days didn’t occur often and Patton had suggested perhaps they should give him a few months alone. He missed his family, but he also didn’t want to disappoint them by not looking a little better, at least a little. However, you are permitted to call your family from the office phone if you really needed it, he supposes Logan must have done.

It takes a second for it to settle in who this is, and who he’s talking about as Logan’s eyes settle on Patton, cheeks red. “Pretty?” Patton mouths, Logan gives the sort of look someone gives when they’re stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“Hello!” The boy grins “I’m Roman,” He shakes his hand “And who are…you,” His attention turns to Virgil with a grin “Tall, dark and handsome, is this a dream?” His elder brother groans beside him as Virgil’s face goes through the six stages of grief at once, struggling to find the words he entirely needed to structure a response.

“You are insatiable, Patton, Roman, Roman, Patton,” He gestures between the two before his hand falls to the younger of the two brothers “Virgil I assume?”

“That’s me,” The taller sighs “Tall, dark and apparently handsome,” Patton hides his giggle in his hands and Logan’s eyes drift over to the failed attempt at stifling a laugh, the way his cheeks redden and eyes close is…sweet. Roman shoots Virgil a small wink as they all start to trek towards their shared room. “So you two are roommates?”

“And friends,” Patton adds empathically. “Logan’s helped me out a lot whilst I’ve been here,” He smiles up at the elder who gives a modest nod, his hands burying themselves in his pockets as their eyes meet briefly. How can someone make him feel so small when he’s a whole head taller than them? He does, he feels tiny next to Patton, and all of him is so big when his body is so small, his personality full of colour.

“That’s nice,” Patton’s mother smiled “I’m glad to see you making friends again Patton,” She squeezes her sons shoulder as they file into the room, Roman tosses himself onto Logan’s bed and Virgil sits beside him on the floor, whilst Patton’s mother sits on Patton’s bed and the last two boys lean against each other, sat on the floor. “This place is quite pretty; worth the money do you think?”

“I’ve not felt this good in a while,” Patton admits a little, perhaps because he stopped isolating himself and made friends, and actually gave himself a shot for once. Also the nurses here didn’t try to censor his creativity; he doesn’t have to stare at the scales when they weigh him either. Then there’s the obvious that for once he was actually scared when he walked in, he wanted to change this time, he was scaring himself.

90% of recovery is wanting to recover; the other 10% is forcing food down your gullet and hoping for the fucking best.

They sit around and chat for a while, Logan has already been invited to a family dinner and Virgil has to politely explain to Roman that yes, whilst he’s extremely very cute, he isn’t really looking for a boyfriend whilst he’s finishing up his studies. Quietly, Roman agrees, but on the premise that if Logan and Patton start dating or worse, get married, it’s going to be rather awkward to be dating your brother in law.

Virgil laughs at that, and won’t tell Patton why.

--

(One month later)

Patton is almost at a weight closer to his BMI, almost. He’s not fasted in over a month, he’s getting food into him regularly in small portions, but every time he thinks about being proud of being a normal weight, his brain freaks out on him and he slowly clambers back to square one. At first Logan would have to be the one to talk him into eating, or one of the girls. But today, today he is doing it himself as he rather angrily chops up some fruit. “You are going to eat,” He mutters to himself “Because you’ve come too far now, and you have a goddamn world to see,” He throws the fruit together into a bowl and grabs the ice cream “And you are not dying in Florida having never left the state, in a body you don’t even like, and one day you are getting your goddamn tits cut off or so help me, I will fight God myself,”

Logan, amused, leans against the door and watches as Patton gives himself an angry pep talk. He glares at the bowl, grabs a fork and begins to nibble at the contents. “This ice cream is good,” He mutters “Is this real dairy ice cream, like the farm ones?”

“Yes, it is,” Patton startles, spoon clattering against the bowl. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you; I just heard angry muttering and wondered what was going on,” He smiles, a little dazed by the other boy and how he never quite fails to be adorable. “Turns out you were taking the initiative, and I’m proud of you…and fighting God? An admirable goal to live towards,”

“Well they’re always telling us we need goals to get better,” Patton smiles as he picks up the bowl and begins breaking apart the ice cream and spiking a piece of fruit onto the fork, bringing it up to his lips “And I do like to shoot for the stars,” He presses the fork into his mouth and suck the ice cream off, Logan’s throat constricts as he watches. Patton grins a little and bites down on his bottom lip.

He’s not blind, and he’s not stupid. And some part of him thought maybe it’s for the best if he just ignores it. The way Logan looks at him, he’s not even sure the other man has quite cottoned onto his own feelings. Patton wanted to give him the space to recognize them because for Logan emotions like that don’t just fall like the rain the way they do with Patton. Patton’s been loved and has loved his entire life, the same cannot be said for the elder.

Plus, he wanted to get better, enough better, so that he knows how to look after himself without depending on someone else. Apparently, he’s been doing that better than he thought.

But he still has a little while to go, he’s accepted that this voice in his head may never really go away, and he’s going to be shouting at it for a while, but until he’s at a stable point where he can do it consistently he has to wonder whether or not he’s ready for that sort of relationship. So places the fork back in the bowl and smiles at Logan’s blushing cheeks, reaching up to pat him slightly “See you later Logan,”

--

(Three weeks later)

“Fuck off,” Patton whines, poking at the right side of his brain lightly “We’re eating whether you like it or not,” He crosses the hallways and into the dining room, flopping down onto the chair as he grabs his plate “Dinner smells lovely,” He spoons some peas onto his plate “Thanks Josie,” Some broccoli, carrots and cauliflower. All healthy. He stares at the potatoes and bites down on his bottom lip.

He used to love potatoes.

“Hey Logan, can you pass the potatoes?” Logan grins as a short gasp runs through the girls, he hears a low chant of ‘do it’ as he takes two and pops them onto his plate, raising his glass of water “To carbs,” And dug into his meal. Logan beams, forking one of the potatoes out of the bowl. There’s a quiet hesitance before the girls start to take one, one by one. Mutually assured healing, not exactly what the eating disorder community is famous for, but for now, right now, Patton will take it.

“To carbs,” Carmella grins as she picks the skin off of the potato.

“And to Patton, who is doing wonderfully,” Logan grins.

“So are you!” The group becomes incessant in pointing out how much each other has improved for the next ten minutes, bickering over who looks best and elbowing each other. Like a family. Many of them don’t have a family who will celebrate their healing, more so shame them for gaining weight, or pick fun at their fears. In that sense Patton is lucky, he managed to get two families out of all of this.

After dinner, Patton and Logan offer to do the dishes as the girls go and find a movie to put on. Patton washes the dishes and blows the bubbles off his hand at Logan, watching the elder laugh like a child. He remembers his first day here, how Logan could barely stand on his own two feet as he trembled his way up the stairs, hands shaking, skin cold. He’s standing straight now, hands not shaking and dishes not in danger of shattering as he dries them. The two of them will probably never recover, not entirely and not completely, addiction doesn’t work like that. There are days where you consider relapsing and don’t, there are days so awful when you do. There will always be days that come and make you suffer; those days may stay for weeks. Recovery is not 100% especially when you start young, it will come in and out of your life as long as the sun rises and sets.

But they are healing. They are smiling and it feels real. Their bodies are thin, too thin for their age and height and health, but not so much they’re stood at the veil between life and death any longer. Steadily, they are climbing a large mountain that they are three-quarters of the way up.

Logan smiles at Patton, resting down the last dish as he stares at his first and only friend and feels the youngers hands press (they’re warm, so warm) against the back of his forearms. He watches Patton’s smile as it breaks his face into two, eyes shimmering with words that he doesn’t know how to say.

Patton’s hands slide gently and slowly up Logan’s arms and rest at his shoulders, hesitating just for a moment. “Please,” Logan whispers, voice cracking with nerves and fear he might have to pass out before this minute has passed; he doesn’t. Patton’s hands rest on the back of Logan’s neck as he stands on his tiptoes, and their lips press together because finally,

they’re both ready.

--

Ko-Fi

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Title: A Dragon’s Magic Epilogue (FINAL CHAPTER) Pairing:  Kacchako Rating: M   Word Count:  2,673 Summary: Uraraka Ochako has always believed in dragons, though she was constantly told they were long since extinct. Now an adult and professional mage, she’s ready to help her parents as a healer for their village. The last thing she expects is for her beliefs to become a reality, but when a dragon attacks her village, she learns there’s more to magic than she ever could’ve realized. Read on AO3 Thanks to @its-love-u-asshole and @amaisenshi for reading this ahead of time. THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO SUPPORTED AND READ THIS FIC! I APPRECIATE IT <3

"You look absolutely beautiful, Ochako," her mother said, cupping her cheeks.

"It really does suit you! I can't believe you're going through with this," Mitsuki sighed. "My idiot son better know how lucky he is."

Ochako turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her stomach was completely exposed, her upper half covered by traditional dragon garb. The edge of the wrap was covered with fur and the long skirt she wore was also lined with fur. A necklace made of dragon scales sat around her neck and her boots were covered in scales as well.

Somehow, the traditional wedding garb of the dragons oddly did suit her.

"My perfect girl... I never thought I would see you again, and here you are about to get married!" Her mother pulled her into a hug, holding her close.

It was strange, a few months ago, her mother had hugged her before sending her off to take her magic proficiency test and now they were practically reliving the moment. Only, Ochako's life was going in a very different direction.

"I'm so happy you came, Mom," Ochako whispered, wrapping her arms around the woman.

Even after only a few months, so much had changed. Magic had mostly returned to the dragons, their current flowing like normal, and Ochako and Bakugou were finally getting married.

"Sweetheart, you know your father and I wouldn't miss this for the world," she said.

After returning the magic, one of the first things Bakugou and Ochako had done was go visit her parents. Though she wasn’t supposed to return to her village, her parents were on the outskirts enough they could hide for a short period of time.

"Thank goodness you’re okay," her mother had said, wrapping her arms tightly around her daughter. "Though I am surprised to see you still with the dragon who almost destroyed our village."

"I know it’s strange," Ochako had admitted, "but I promise, he’s not a bad person… er… dragon..."  

"I fucking love your daughter," Bakugou had blurted out after that. Leaving both of her parents dumbfounded at the outburst.

It was strange, Ochako had expected her parents to be angry she was choosing to marry the person who had almost destroyed their village, but upon more conversation, they were mostly happy.

Her father was a little concerned, frowning at Bakugou through the majority of the conversation. But while Ochako told them of all her adventures, his face grew warmer.

She had explained the bond to them… how she had helped dragons find their magic again. It was so different from anything her parents had ever done, the two of them had been completely enthralled by the tales of her adventure.

"I guess I can’t complain if you’re taking good care of her," her father said.

"I already told you, I fuckin’ love her!" Bakugou snapped, folding his hands over his chest while Ochako wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Don’t worry I think they know that," she giggled.

The two had agreed to travel with them to dragon island to watch the marriage ceremony; Ochako’s mother was more than thrilled and had jumped into celebration planning with Mitsuki. Her mother was of course, going to make the cake.

Currently, her mother was trying to convince her father to move to the dragon village so they could be close all the time. Talk of babies had come up, and though Ochako wasn’t against the idea… it did seem a little soon. There were more adventures to discover.

As excited as her parents were, Iida and Deku, had been a little more difficult to convince. They were her two best friends though, and Ochako wanted them to be there.

"He's the dragon who almost destroyed our village!" Iida had proclaimed loudly.

"Y-You're going to marry him!?" Deku had looked pale.

Of course, Bakugou didn't do much to help his case when he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and got a little possessive despite Ochako mentioning multiple times Deku and Iida were simply childhood friends. "Hell yes she's going to marry me, nerd!" he had snapped.

"O-Of course! R-Right!" Deku flailed, obviously not wanting to get into a fight with a dragon.

Regardless of their slight reservations, Ochako was happy Deku and Iida had come to watch the ceremony. She had missed them and was happy to share this occasion with them.

The door to the room creaked open, bringing Ochako back from her thoughts. "Knock knock!" Mina's cheerful voice called out, and her, Momo, and Kyouka peeked their heads in.

"Girls!" Ochako smiled. "I didn't expect you to come back here."

"Well, we're not the groom so it's allowed!" Mina said, stepping inside. Her pink robes were wrapped tightly around her swollen belly. Her and Kirishima were expecting their first child in the next few months, but Mina was still so full of energy. Kirishima seemed stressed she wouldn't calm down a little.

"Actually we didn't bring any of the boys," Kyouka chuckled. "I wasn’t going to let Denki in here even if I have been watching his every move." It was true. Ever since they’d returned, Kyouka had barely let Denki out of her sight. He had been forgiven when he had profusely apologized, especially since the magic was slowly returning. Still, he was doing everything in his power to not piss anyone else off, and Kyouka was making sure he stayed in check. She rarely left her mate’s side.

"Shouto wanted to come but I figured we shouldn't let any of them see you just in case," Momo said. Ochako was happy to hear she was finally calling him by his first name, especially since they were going to be completing the magic ritual in a few short weeks. "We were going to sit down first, but we wanted to come tell you how excited we are!" Momo continued.

"And maybe sneak a peek at how cute you looked!" Mina cheered excitedly, rushing to her to squeeze her hands.

The four girls had grown extremely close over the past few months and Ochako was grateful they had been so welcoming despite her being a human. Especially now their magic was back and no one was trapped in dragon form or forced to show their scales, everyone was in a much better mood.

Things on the dragon island had mostly returned to normal.

Which was why Mitsuki insisted Katsuki go through the traditional marriage ceremony. They did however compromise about reading aloud long vows, since the two of them had already done so privately during their magic ritual. Admittedly, Ochako wouldn't have cared if she had to say them again, but Katsuki much preferred to be private and Ochako was happy to oblige.

"You girls are too good to me," she giggled. She really was grateful to all of them for being so loving and welcoming.

"The outfit suits you so much!" Momo said, her eyes scanning her.

"Really? You guys don't think I look silly?"

"Well, normally we have our scales out a bit more, tail... or wings..." Mina hummed, "but since you don't have those things, there's no reason to feel silly."

"Okay..." she mumbled, knowing that was impossible for her anyway.

There was another knock at the door and Masaru peered in. "Hello?" he said, a smile pulled across his face. "Katsuki is ready for you! Just thought I'd come over and let you know." Masaru was a kind man, one Ochako had enjoyed getting to know since he had returned to his human form. She could understand why Katsuki would fight so hard for him. She was happy to see he was doing well.

"Ready?" Ochako squeaked. "He's always so fast!"

"Mhm..." he nodded. "Don't worry, if you need more time he can wait."

"Damn right he can wait! Ochako is too good for him," Mitsuki repeated, snarling as she stepped towards the door.

"Oh my gosh! We gotta go sit down!" Mina giggled. "You look perfect Ocha!" she said, waving her hand through the door as she and the other girls headed back out to the main hall.

"Good luck!" Kyouka teased.

"It'll be so beautiful," Momo sighed.

The room was oddly quiet, leaving Ochako with her mother alone. She chose to have both her mother and father to accompany her down the aisle, but for now, she didn't mind being alone with her mother.

"You seem... so much happier here, Ochako," she said, taking her hands.

"I really am," she whispered. "I never expected to... meet dragons and help them find their magic and... fall in love."

"You know the day you finished your magical test... feels so long ago," her mother sighed. "You had a look on your face, after everything was all said and done... and I knew," she said, gently stroking through the small side pieces of her hair, so not to ruin the small crown Mitsuki placed atop her head.

"You knew?" Ochako asked, tilting her head.

"Mhm. I knew you were going to find an adventure... something bigger than our small village. I was very right."

"You were," she giggled. "I blame Grandma."

Her mother let out a soft sigh, cupping Ochako's cheeks again. "She would be so proud. So excited to see you marrying a dragon."

"I wish I could tell her she was right... After all these years, she knew."

"I'm sure she knows she was right. I think she always knew."

"Me too," Ochako nodded.

Well... are you ready?"

"Mhm," she nodded. "Let's get Dad."

The two stepped outside of the room, her father was waiting by the exit. "There's my girl," he smiled. "You look stunning."

"Thanks," she said, blushing as she linked arms with both of her parents. "Are you sure you're both okay with this?" she asked, looking at both of them.

"I don't care who you marry as long as you're happy," her father said, gently tapping at her hand.

"I am. I'm so happy," she giggled, and she took the first step forward, opening the door.

"I think we can see that," her father chuckled.

Music began to play as she proceeded down the aisle with both of her parents. Deku and Iida both waved, smiling at her. Mirio, Tamaki and Nejire had even decided to join, despite Tamaki being terrified to interact with other dragons. The girls were bouncing with excitement. Todoroki was sat next to Momo and he nodded when Ochako walked by, a small smile on his face as well. She knew there was a part of him that, like her, still couldn’t believe this was real. However, he seemed much happier here as well.

Having all of her friends there made her want to cry. This was her life now, and she'd never felt more lucky.

Her gaze then fell upon Bakugou Katsuki and where he stood at the end of the aisle. His pants were heavy, and his boots were thick, lined with fur. His shirt was tight fitted and of course, his cape was draped over his shoulders, fur lining the hood. His wings stood proudly behind him and she could see the golden scales glistening on his cheeks. He looked similar to how he had when she first met him and it made her heart skip a beat.

He was looking at her too, his red eyes following her every move. It made her heart throb, and her stomach wiggle. She was excited and he was too, their bond deeper than ever before. She could even tell Katsuki was in the mood just from looking at her. It filled her heart with a little extra pride.

When they made it to the end of the aisle, Ochako turned to kiss her mother and then her father on the cheek, smiling as she let go of them to stand in front of Katsuki.

He smirked when she stepped in front of him. "Lookin' good, Cheeks," he muttered.

"Thanks," she giggled softly, her hand reaching out to touch his cheek. "I missed these."

"It's.. just tradition or whatever," he scoffed.

"They look nice," she said.

"'Course you think that," he teased.

"Hey-"

"Morning Ladies and Gentleman!" the head dragon began. He spoke loudly, interrupting Bakugou and Ochako's conversation. Not that she minded, she couldn't keep bantering with him, as much as she enjoyed it.

She took her hands, wrapping them around Bakugou's and his fingers squeezed hers. She glanced at him, her brown eyes wide and full of excitement. His red eyes stared at her with an intensity she knew well. She could feel how much he loved her.

"We’re gathered here today to officially proclaim Bakugou Katsuki and Uraraka Ochako to be mates. Though this woman is a human, she has agreed to share in our customs and our rituals and the magical bond these two already share is nothing to scoff at.”

Ochako’s chest felt warm, buzzing with excitement and it was a mixture of his joy and love and her own. She glanced down at his chest, wondering if he felt it just as much as she did.

It was strange, even knowing she wasn’t a dragon… this moment felt perfect, comfortable. Like she was meant to be here. Fate had finally led her in the proper direction.

The dragon head turned to both of them. "I suppose this whole thing might feel a little strange, since you two have already mated and bonded but… let’s do this the proper way shall we?"

Ochako nodded quickly. There was nothing she wanted more, and though Bakugou rolled his eyes, Ochako could see the red on his cheeks dusting over his scales. He was always so damn stubborn.

"Do you, Bakugou Katsuki, choose Uraraka Ochako to be your mate? Do you promise to protect her and care for her and never break this sacred bond you two will soon share?" The lead dragon spoke, turning to Bakugou first.

With a long huff, Bakugou nodded. "I swear I will," he stated, his eyes burning bright. "I love her."

Her chest felt warmer.

"Do you, Uraraka Ochako, choose Bakugou Katsuki to be your mate, despite being human? Do you promise to care for him and never break the sacred bond you two will soon share?"

"We already share a sacred bond," she whispered. This only made it better. "I promise. I love him with all my heart."

The leader smiled. "Perfect. Please seal your bond with a kiss, the final ritual will take place in private amongst you two, but let it be known to your friends and family you two are now mates, the strongest connection dragons can share, and no one can break the bond tying you two together for eternity."

Katsuki stepped forward and wrapped his hands around her cheeks, pulling their lips together. He kissed her gently, sucking softly on her lower lip. She let out a quiet hum, excited for later when they could have the private time the leader spoke of.

The entire crowd cheered and Katsuki pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. "I love you, Cheeks," he muttered, soft enough that only she could hear, private words just for her.

"I love you too, Katsuki," she said, knowing she meant every word. A smile pulled across her lips. "Should we go... celebrate?"

He took her hand in his own. "Hell yes!"

They were mates now. Officially together forever, though regardless of the ceremony, Ochako knew Katsuki would never leave her side, just as she never wanted to leave his.

As they ran down the aisle, hand in hand, Ochako just knew there were going to be many more adventures for them in the future. She had no idea where they would go or what they would do, but she had a feeling she was going to love them all almost as much as she loved Bakugou Katsuki.

Together, they would always be by each other's side; connected by their hearts and their magic.

#kacchako #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #bnha #boku no hero academia #fantasy au #final chapter #<3

[borathae]

↳ Index [#07 Baby It’s Cold Outside ]

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader, Hoseok x f.Reader

Genre: Smut (my yoonseok obsessed ass is quaking)

Warnings: switch!Reader, switch!Yoongi, dom!Hoseok, hot tub sex, fingering, mention of hand fetish, oral (f. recieving), dirty talk, masturbation, rough sex, use of nicknames, cum eating, snowballing, slight mxm, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, marking, slight overstimulation?, praising 

Wordcount: 5.8k 

The fireplace had managed to warm the mansion and the floor heating had also added to the overall comfy atmosphere. You sigh once you enter the warmth of your home, shedding yourself of your thick coat and slipping into fuzzy slippers to warm your aching feet.

“If you would excuse me, my body screams for a warm shower”, Namjoon says throwing his hat onto the drawer in the hallway before storming off into his room. 

“Don’t use up all of the warm water!” Taehyung calls after him, helping Seokjin get out of his coat. He hangs it up for the older man, hanging his own coat right next to his before ridding himself of his scarf and hat.

“Jimin are you in the mood for a hot bath?” Jungkook ask, pointing at his’ and Jimins bedroom door. The older one nods, before following him with a big smirk on his features.

“If we all go our different ways now, I’ll be in my room too. I need to warm my feet, they hurt so much”, you tell the remaining guys before turning around and walking to your room as well.

You decide to go for a hot shower, so your limbs would defrost again. You rid yourself of your clothes, eyeing your red hands and feet. They looked as painful as they felt. You should have put on your fuzzy socks for today. You muster yourself in the mirror for a few seconds, something you always do when you are naked. It was a weird habit you had gotten a few years back. At first it had come hand in hand with hating your body, but ever since you had met your boyfriends the hatred had stopped. They showed you how beautiful you were, no matter what the scale tells you. You smile, you really did owe them a lot. A cold breeze brings you back to reality, you shiver, goose bumps appearing all over your body. “Ah shit it’s cold”, you whine wrapping your own arms around your chest so you would feel warmer. Are the others also feeling cold still? Maybe you could go and ask them if someone wanted to join you in the shower. You really craved some human touch all of a sudden. It can’t hurt to at least ask them, you think to yourself already wrapping your bathrobe around your body.

You shuffle to the railing to look down at the living room. Seokjin was lying on the fur rug, with his feet stretched into the direction of the fire and a Nintendo Switch in his hands. The soft music of Mario Kart was echoing through the otherwise silent room. You walk down, now curious if he was winning or not before sitting down next to him.

“I hope you are winning Jinnie”, you say startling him. His body jerks up, a startled sound leaving his lips. He presses the pause button in reflex before averting his big eyes to you.

“You startled me”, he gasps, leaning onto his elbows, “But yes I am in fact winning”, he says smiling proudly, “Wait why are you only wearing a bathrobe”, he asks one he notices your current state.

“Uhm, I wanted to ask you something, but now that I see that you are busy it seems rather silly”, you tell him, feeling shy all of a sudden. You get up from your sitting position, Seokjin following after you.

“No Y/N tell me, what’s so important”, he urges you on, gently cupping your face in his hand.

“I just wanted to ask if someone wants to join me in the shower”, you confess, feeling yourself grow hot as soon as the words had left your lips. Seokjins lips twitch up into a smirk, his eyes turning dark.

“As tempting as you offer sounds, I really need to finish this round. I can unlock the rainbow track if I win this round and I really want to have the rainbow track”, he tells you, looking guilty. You sigh, shrugging your shoulders.

“Yeah it’s okay it was a stupid idea”, you say, turning around to walk to your room again.

“But Yoongi and Hoseok are currently in the hot tub outside. I don’t think they would mind some company”, he tells you making you stop in your tracks. You turn around smirking. “Have fun I guess”, he chuckles once he gets a look at your hungry eyes. He falls down onto the rug once again and soon you are able to hear the music of Mario Kart again.

“I will”, you say, more to yourself than to Seokjin, before slipping out of the back door.

It is cold outside, the bare parts of your body protesting against being exposed to the freezing air. You shiver, breathing out loudly, looking at the white cloud leaving your lips. The faint light of the hot tub, which was located a few steps down the balcony kept you motivated to keep going. You walk slowly, trying not to slip at the newly fallen snow with your arms wrapped around your torso. Soon you can hear the low voice of Yoongi talking, you can’t quite make it out what he is saying but it makes Hoseok chuckle.

“-no listen don’t laugh, I actually mean it, I really do believe that- oh, hey Y/N”, he says, stopping in his words once he sees your figure hovering over the two of them.

“Hi guys uhm”, you start, your eyes instantly wandering over their undressed bodies. The water does little to hide the fact that both of them were naked and you have to swallow. The scene of this morning suddenly comes into your mind again, making you feel hot. “Do you mind if I join you?” you ask them, already taking the belt of your bathrobe between your hands. They look at each other for a moment, obviously surprised because of your proposal before finally nodding.

“Sure jump right in”, Hoseok encourages you. At his consent you let your robe fall to the snowy ground. It is cold, but their big eyes and open mouths are worth all the trouble.

“Wow”, leaves both of their lips. They are stunned, it must have been nearly two months since the both of them last saw you naked and seeing you stand in front of them like Mother Nature had created you nearly made them loose their minds. You smirk, basking in their hungry stares before the cold finally gets too much to bear. You rush into the hot tub, sighing once the hot water hits your frozen body.

“Jesus Christ I regret my little act, I nearly froze to death”, you complain making both of them laugh.

“I quite enjoyed it”, Hoseok says looking at your still exposed collarbones. You smile, suddenly feeling shy. “Don’t be shy kitten you are beautiful”, he tells you, making a blush appear on your face.

“Thank you Hobi”, you smile, stroking a strand of hair which had fallen into your face behind your ear. “I really liked today by the way. It was so much fun”, you say, ignoring the way the both seemed closer to you than the first had been.

“I liked it too, especially the wine”, Yoongi answers you trying his hardest to look into your eyes instead of your naked chest.

“Yeah the wine was nice”, you say, swallowing down the nervousness which had started to build in your chest. You knew they are just waiting for you to mess up and show your true intention. They were watching you like two predators watching their prey. Despite the dim light you are able to make out the dark looks on both of their faces and if it hadn’t been for the hot water you are sure you would be shivering. “Uhm, so have I ever told you the story about when I nearly broke my nose whilst going ice skating with Hayley?” you ask. You had panicked, trying to drag out the inevitable as long as possible. You wanted them, judging by the way you are rubbing your thighs together, but still teasing them seemed like fun to you.

They look confused for a second, looking at each other with big eyes. Hoseok shrugs his shoulder, signaling Yoongi that he knows just as little as him about what your plan is right now.

“No you didn’t go on and tell us”, Hoseok urges you on, scooting closer to you. He is only a mere arms length away from being able to touch you.

“So it all began when I wore ice skates that were far too small for my feet. Because of it my feet hurt like a lot”, you begin. They are so close now it nearly drives you crazy. “and because of it I suddenly lost my balan-“, you choke on the last word, once you feel Yoongis fingers touch your thigh. It is gentle and you are sure you would believe that you are imagining it if it weren’t for the smirk on Yoongis face.

“Go on kitten continue your story, we want to know what happens next”, Hoseok urges you on, before his fingers finally touch you. He is rougher than Yoongi, massaging the flesh of your thigh between his fingers making you open your legs in reflex. He chuckles watching every of your reaction before averting his eyes to Yoongi. “Can you see how eager she already is”, he chuckles, moving his hand closer to where you wanted him the most.

“Go on babygirl keep talking and maybe you get what you want most”, Yoongi tells you tracing his fingers up and down your inner thigh. You try your best to keep your eyes opened before taking a deep breath.

“I-I lost my balance and then I-I fell and I- oh, fuck Hoseok”, you stutter out, choking on the last word, once the tips of his fingers touch your aching core. It really has been ages, you think to yourself feeling slightly embarrassed about how wet you already are from their mere gentle touches. “I fell and then I-“, you try again, but to no use, your mind is too clouded to think straight. He is touching you, rubbing your clit with the pad of his thumb. “Hoseok”, you whimper, before finally giving in to their touches. You close your eyes, letting your head fall to your side to rest on Hoseoks shoulder.

Yoongi seizes the opportunity to latch his lips onto your neck, kissing every inch of your sensitive skin. They are cold at first, making goose bumps appear on your skin, but soon his hot breath warms the both of you.

“You taste so sweet babygirl”, he growls, biting down on your skin making you gasp. “I bet your pussy tastes even sweeter”, he adds, stroking his fingers through your folds. Your breath hitches in your throat and you open your legs even further, urging him on to finally dig into you. The touch of Hoseoks fingers becomes rougher making you moan. But still you wanted more, you wanted to feel both of their fingers, wanted to feel full.

“Please Yoongi fuck me with your fingers”, you manage to get out before your breath catches in your throat again. Yoongi had sucked the skin right underneath your ear, chuckling loudly once he hears your pleading words. He gives into your begs, pushing his middle finger into you at an agonizing pace.

“Fuck she’s already so wet for us”, he growls, curling his finger making you gasp. “And so tight”, he adds before finally starting to fuck you. He is fast, soon adding another finger stretching you out painfully good.

“You like that babygirl?” he says, curling his fingers nearly making you choke. He knows where to touch you to make you lose your mind, grazing the tips of his fingers over your deepest spots with every snap of his wrist.

“I do”, you manage to say, clawing at their thighs for support. You are sure that it will leave marks on their perfect skin, but you couldn’t care less. You needed to hold on or else you would have gone spiraling into oblivion.

“She close Hoseok”, Yoongi tells the other man, before latching onto your neck once again.

“Go on kitten, cum on our fingers”, Hoseoks whispers adding pressure to his touch. You can already feel the beginning of your high, you just needed one last straw “You are such a little slut for our fingers aren’t you”, he growls, pressing down right when Yoongi curls his fingers inside you. You are going to break. “I know they are your favorites”, he chuckles, finishing you off. Sparks of pleasure start shooting through every vein of your body, making you shake. You want to scream, but as much as you try you just can’t. They have rendered you speechless. They never stop moving guiding you through your high.

“Don’t get to comfortable kitten, we are not finished with you”, Hoseok says, still rubbing your clit despite your whining. You are sensitive from the first orgasm and it hurts and still you don’t want him to end. You grab his arm even tighter, spreading your legs in an attempt to urge him on. “Cute. Look at her wanting more”, he chuckles pressing down once more before definitely removing them from your core. You whine, you wanted to be touched again. “Go on sit on my cock like the good little slut you are”, he orders you pointing at his solid hard dick. You are already on your way to get comfortable on his lap, before a big hand tightly grabs your wrist and pulls you back onto the stone seat.

“I think it’s my turn now”, Yoongi growls pulling you closer to his body, so his chest was rubbing at the side of your arm.

“What makes you think that mhm?” Hoseok growls with knitted eyebrows. He wanted you now and waiting seemed like a mighty stupid thing to do.

“Do I have to remind you of this morning mhm Hoseokie? When you walked in on me and her without the smallest sign of regret on your face”, Yoongi spits tightening his grip around your wrist. You swallow, he looks dangerous with his black bangs hanging into his dark eyes and you are sure that if he had fangs he would snarl them.

Hoseok stays strong in spite of the angry stare of the older man. You look at him, he looked just as dangerous as Yoongi does, except that you can already see his mask fall from his face.

“Fine, you win. Make her cum good hyung”, he sighs before leaning back into his seat. Yoongi lets out a hum of approval before grabbing your chin between his fingers making you look at him.

“Eyes on me babygirl, I’m the boss now”, he says making you nod in obedience. He smirks, happy about your submissiveness. “Now be a good girl and get on my cock”, he orders you.

You follow crawling onto his lap and resting your legs on each side of his thighs. His eyes are starring between your bodies, watching you take every inch of his thick cock. You whimper, the stretch burns at first, but once you have taken everything of him you feel yourself slowly grow accustomed to it. Suddenly Yoongi grabs your hips, pressing down hard and you are sure that it is going to leave bruises. He has lost his patience fucking into you with such a relentless pace that you fall forwards at first clutching onto his shoulders in an attempt to find balance again.

“That’s it hyung make her scream”, Hoseok pants wrapping his big hand around his hard cock. He watches the both of you; the way Yoongis dick disappears inside of you and makes you moan out every time he hits the deepest spots inside of you. He starts jerking himself off, struggling to keep his eyes open from the pleasure he is inflicting on himself.

“You like my cock babygirl?” Yoongi grunts angling your hips, so he knows that he would hit your g-spot with every thrust. New pleasure explodes through your body like electricity and you moan out nodding violently against his shoulder. “Look at me when I’m talking with you”, Yoongi warns stilting his movements for a moment. Your head shoots up in an instance. You look at him with big pleading eyes, silently begging him to keep moving again. He bites his lips smirking, before beginning to move at an awful slow pace. It’s torture for you, he grazes your deepest spot with every thrust of his hips but it’s far too gentle for you to actually feel something.

“Yoongi please go faster again”, you whine, clenching your core as an attempt to urge him on. His composure falls for a split second, letting you see the real reason why he was moving so slow all of a sudden. He is far more into it than you had imagined him to be. Despite wanting to reach your own high, your mind suddenly gets clouded with one though only. Make Yoongi loose his all so precious composure. You clench once again and Yoongi opens and closes his mouth, wanting to warn you but fighting with the urge to moan. His fingers on your hips loosen and you seize the opportunity to slam down on his cock as fast as possible.

“Fuck”, Yoongi chokes out and his mask has truly and utterly disappeared. You smirk, grabbing his shoulder tightly before moving your hips up so only his tips was still buried inside of you. He looks at you with a warning stare, a last attempt to keep his composure and then you slam yourself down again. He has lost, hot pleasure shoots right through his body and all he can do right now is close his eyes and throw his head back.

The image of your boyfriend so freely enjoying the movements of your hips, only urges you on. You dig your nails into his shoulder earning a groan from him. Your thighs are burning from all of the movement, but you couldn’t care less. He looks far too good right now for you to stop; with his pink lips between his teeth to stop the moans threatening to escape and his eyes closed shut.

“Show me how much you like it Yoongi”, you pant, feeling confident all of a sudden. He peels his eyelids open, his eyes clouded over by lust. “You are so good to me”, he moans, bringing his right hand to his head to clutch at his hair. He is going to cum any second now. You feel too good, he just can’t take it for much longer.  An especially hard movement of your hips makes him slide down the slippery stone seat. Sudden hot pleasure shoots through your body surprising you. The new angel of his body, has lead to his pubic bone rubbing against your swollen clit with every movement of your hips. You fall forwards, too stunned by the sudden pleasure to keep moving. Your head falls right onto Yoongis shoulder a quiet whimper leaving your lips. It makes Yoongis mind clear and the next time he opens his eyes, they are dark once again. He grabs at your hips, using your new position to press you closer to his body before slamming his cock up into you.

“You made me loose my composure for a second babygirl”, he pants, digging his nails into your skin. It hurts, but you knew it was punishment for your disobedience, “but I found it again”, he growls slamming you down on his dick whilst thrusting up into you at the same time making you scream out. “Now I’m going to show you how to make someone cum”, he finishes, bathing in the way his name falls from your lips with every thrust of his hips. You are so close; you can already feel yourself start shaking.

“Yoo-Yoongi”, you stutter, wrapping your arms around his neck. You needed to hold him, everything was getting too much for you to handle. His dick is thrusting into you with such an intensity it makes your head spin. Soon you can feel your abdominal muscles tighten.

“I love seeing you lose yourself on hyungs cock like this kitten”, Hoseok says. He sounds breathless, his voice clouded with lust. “Come on show me how beautiful you look when you cum”, he adds and with one last thrust of Yoongis hips, the hot pleasure shoots straight through you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, you scream clawing at Yoongis shoulders because of the intensity of your orgasm. Your endless screams and pulsating walls bring Yoongi over the edge as well. He throws his head back, closing his eyes before finally letting go.

You are panting, still holding onto Yoongis neck with your eyes closed tightly. He kisses your cheek, rubbing the tip of his nose against your soft skin.

“You did amazing babygirl”, he praises, drawing circles all over your back. You hum, giggling tiredly. The warmth of your body soon becomes less making you painfully realise that your upper body was exposed to the cold winter air. You shiver, wanting to climb down from Yoongis lap, but your legs felt like jelly. He notices the way your body shakes, soon helping you down back into the warm water.

You sigh, it feels hot on your frozen skin, just how you needed it right now. You can feel Hoseoks hand come to rest on your thigh making you look at him. He looks hungry, starring at you with lustful eyes.

“It’s my turn now kitten”, he tells you, making you shake your head. He looks at you confused. “Are you okay? Did I do something?” he asks, suddenly concerned.

“No I’m okay, I just don’t want to sit outside again. It was so cold”, you whine, still shivering slightly.

“Oh I understand. It’s okay kitten, if you want we could go into the sauna. We have actually already turned it on for later”, he suggests, nodding into the direction of the small wooden hut. The lights were on, giving it a warm and welcoming atmosphere.

“I would love that”, you tell him, making him smile. He doesn’t let time get to waste, hooking his arms underneath your legs before standing up and hoisting you up. You squeal, you are completely exposed to cold right now.

“Just hold on angel, we are nearly there”, he assures you, walking the few steps to the sauna before slipping through the door, which Yoongi is holding open for you.

It is warm inside, making you forget about the cold to which you had been exposed to just mere seconds ago. He lays you down gently, holding your head with hands, so you wouldn’t hurt yourself on the hard wood. He watches you, hovering over you with a lustful gaze and soon you feel yourself grow shy.

“Move babygirl", you can hear Yoongis voice from behind you and you crane your neck trying to get a glimpse of his face. He is sitting next to you, smirking down at you and you feel yourself lift your head in reflex. He scoots closer, helping you lie down your head comfortably on his thigh, combing his fingers through your wet locks. “So beautiful”, he whispers, making you blush.

Suddenly you feel fingers trace over the inside of your thighs, making your eyes snap down your body. Hoseok is kneeling between your legs, smirking up at you. He licks his lips, scooting closer to your core. You watch him, holding your breath in anticipation. He doesn't move at first, instead he just watches you with dark eyes. His fingers are the only touch of his. “I’ve been imagining this so many times I stopped counting", he says starring straight at your core. You can feel Yoongis cum slowly starting to drip out of you, making you clench your thighs together in an attempt to stop it. Strong hands stop you, ripping your legs open once again. “Don’t you fucking dare hide that cum filled pussy from me", Hoseok warns latching his lips onto your thigh before sucking hard. It stings, making you gasp. He flicks his tongue at the burning spot, soothing it with a gentle kiss before moving closer to your core. He is gentle, teasing even, his tongue leaving wet trails all over your left thigh before he moves on to your right thigh. He is so close, his breath tickling your already aching core. He looks at you again, smirking against your skin at the way you are withering underneath him.

“Hoseok please stop teasing", you whine, raking your fingers through his orange locks before pulling at them. He winces, his eyes falling close for a split second before they snap open again. He bites the side of your skin, making you groan in pain, your fingers instantly falling from his locks.

“Try and pull my hair again and see what will happen, kitten", he warns making you swallow.

“I'm sorry“, you apologize, not wanting to risk him stopping his touches all together.

“Good girl“, he smirks kissing your left thigh. His fingers are so close to your core all of a sudden. You can feel them, sense them coming closer with every suck of Hoseoks lips. Suddenly they touch you, making you throw your head back onto Yoongis thighs. They are gentle at first, stroking through your folds, collecting your juices. You want more and soon you start rocking your hips against his touch. He lets you, moving closer to your core with his mouth.

And then you can finally feel him. He kisses your clit at first, the tip of his tongue flicking over it for a split second. You gasp, craning your neck to look down at him again. He is still watching you, taking in every change of your facial expression with hungry eyes. He wants to see you lose yourself under his touch, wants to taste you like it was his last meal in his life. He sucks harder now, flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves. “Oh my god Hoseok", you moan, forcing your eyes to stay open with all your might. He moves further down, spreading your lips with his fingers. He stops, removing his head making you whine. He looks at you, admiring the mess Yoongi had created, swallowing hard at thought of being able to eat it all up. Right when you wanted to beg him to keep going, he latches onto you. His thumb presses onto your clit, rubbing circles and his mouth latches onto your pussy. He can taste you, sweet and addicting and he can taste Yoongi, salty and euphoriant. He wants it, wants everything. He moans, the vibrations only adding to the pleasure you are feeling. 

“Fuck I can taste everything", he grunts, coming up for air. You are completely lost already, only registering half of his words. You nod nonetheless, a reflex whenever Hoseok was talking with you during sex. He latches onto you once again, sucking harder before fucking you with his tongue as fast as possible. Your mind starts spinning, it gets all too much. His thumb works restlessly on your clit, stopping every time he feels you tighten around his tongue before starting all over again once you had relaxed again. You feel yourself grow hot, beads of sweat rolling down your chest.

“You are clenching so hard kitten, you want to cum?“ Hoseok growls, watching your face contort in pleasure. You nod, biting your lip to stop the needy whine from escaping your mouth. “Show me how much you want it“, he says adding pressure to the touch of his thumb. A new wave of pleasure shoots through your body. You arch your back grabbing onto Yoongi wrist, which he had rested next to your face.

“I want it so much Hoseok“, you stutter, looking at him with pleading eyes. His eyes grow dark, a smirk appearing in his lips. “Ple-ease make me-e cum“, you sob blinking away the tears which are threatening to spill. His smirk grows wider, the touch of his thumb getting rougher. You can feel it. The hot pleasure is building up in your stomach, you are clenching, already closing your eyes to ready yourself for the breach. You are getting hotter, Hoseok touch becomes unbearable. “That’s it ye-„, you start, choking on your words as soon as his touch disappears. You rip your eyes open, starring at him in utter shock. “No, no, no please Hoseok please don't do this to me", you sob, feeling your high fading with every ragged breath you take.

He licks his finger clean, chuckling deeply. He leans over your body, resting his hands on each side of your head. He kisses you, instantly sucking on your lower lip. He tastes like you and Yoongi making you moan. He seizes the opportunity to stick his tongue inside your mouth. You let him, not even trying to fight for dominance. You need him to kiss you, to sooth you from your stolen high. You are hungry, resting your hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer even further onto your mouth. You bite down on his lower lip making him groan and pull back. His pupils are dilated, making his eyes appear as if they were pitch black.

“My kittens hungry", he growls, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes, seeking comfort.

“I want to cum", whine not caring about how pathetic your voice sounds. He chuckles, cupping your cheek and you open your eyes. Despite the lust in his eyes there is love too, making you feel safe. “Please Hoseok fuck me", you beg biting your lips to add emphasize to your words.

“You are such a good little girl, I love hearing you beg", Hoseok says, moving his hand down between your bodies to grab his angry cock. He graces over his slit a few times, wincing at how sensitive he already feels before lining himself up with your entrance. He teases you, rubbing the head of his dick through your wet folds. Soon you are whining again, bucking your hips up in hope to be able to urge him inside of you. He stops you, grabbing your hip with a painful grip of his left hand.

“Stop moving kitten or I’ll fuck Yoongis tight little ass instead of your wet pussy“, he warns, making Yoongi moan behind you. Hoseoks eyes snap into his direction, watching Yoongis breath quicken, “I get a feeling that he would actually prefer that", he adds, pressing his cock against your entrance right at this moment making you gasp. He doesn’t move after that, the tip of his cock resting right inside of you driving you crazy. “Would you also prefer that Y/N?“ he asks, leaning down to whisper it into your ear.

“No“, you say, fighting the urge to snap your hips up and finally bury him deep inside of you.

“Tell me what you want kitten", Hoseok whispers biting down on the most sensitive area of your neck.

“You! I need you! Please fuck me already!“ you scream, finally having lost your patience. Hoseok chuckles, kissing the now aching spot on your neck.

“That’s what I like to hear", he growls and finally he grabs your hips. He slams into you, leaving you no time to adjust to his size. Your mouth falls open, high-pitches moans leaving your throat every time his dick slams into you. “You are so tight", he groans adding speed to his thrusts. You are reminded once again that he is a dancer; his hips have a rhythm of their own. Moving with so much force and preciseness it already makes you see starts behind your closed eyelids. You wrap your legs around his middle, pulling him even further into you, making him moan loudly for the first time this evening.

“You are making me go crazy“, he moans, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock. The new angel allows him to go deeper and soon you scream out once he has finally found your g-spot.

“That's it Hoseok, fuck please don't stop", you cry out, moving your finger down to your neglected clit. He watches you pleasure yourself, loudly moaning your name. It drives him crazy, seeing you so desperate for relief.

“Go on kitten, I can feel you clench around, cum for me kitten. Let go I'm here to catch you", he urges you on. His words are all that you needed to hear, soon falling over the edge with a loud scream of his name. It is intense, so intense you find yourself wondering if it is ever going to stop. Wave after wave of hot pleasure shoots through your body, reducing you to nothing more than a shaking mess.

Hoseok follows soon after, burying his face in your neck and cumming with a choked moan. He spills inside of you, moaning your name over and over again like a mantra he needed to recite. Your forehead feels hot all of a sudden; something warm is threatening to spill into your eyes. You reckon it to be sweat, until Yoongis voice rings in your ears.

“Shit, I'm sorry babygirl I was aiming for my stomach. I didn't mean to hit your face“, he says, reaching out to wipe his cum off your face. Hoseok stops him grabbing his wrist and pushing him away. He puts his own finger onto your face, coating his digits in Yoongis cum. Once he is satisfied with the result, he presses them against your closed lips urging you to open up. You follow, sucking on his finger, savoring the taste of Yoongi until everything is clean again. He pulls them out of your mouth with a loud pop.

“Such a good girl", he praises, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before looking up again. “Now to the rest of your cum", he says talking to Yoongi now. He licks over the spots which were still covered in cum, surprising you. You hadn’t expected him to act so submissive all of a sudden, but you can’t say that you aren’t enjoying it. He reaches over your face, hooking his finger behind Yoongis neck before pulling him close. He kisses him, making him swallow his own cum. Yoongi groans, pulling Hoseoks hair, begging for more. You watch them kiss right above you, feeling yourself grow hot once again.

Soon the kiss ends leaving both of them panting. They look at each other for a moment and you are sure that you see more in their eyes than just desire. You reach out, touching both of their faces making them look down at you. They looked as happy as you felt right now, smiling brightly at you with love in their eyes.

“I really love you guys", you whisper, suddenly overwhelmed with emotions.

“I love you too princess“, Yoongi says combing his fingers through your locks.

“I love you too my angel", Hoseok adds, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

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[lamentalia]

Amelia - Ch.6 - Pt.2

★

Amelia jolts awake, heart racing and drenched in sweat. The scant moonlight coming in through the shuttered window outlines the unfamiliar furnishings lurking around her in the dark room. For a long moment, she looks down at the blanket pooled in her lap. Oh, that’s right. She’s not at home anymore; this is the Sanctuary. Which means the snake… it was a nightmare after all. The mysterious circumstances of her previous night had her doubting, but tonight she had fallen asleep and woken up in the same bed.

Unfortunately, the thought provides her little comfort. She can’t shake the sound of the snake’s hissing in her ears and a tingle of adrenaline lingers in her chest and in razor sharp senses. Worst of all, though, is the feeling of powerlessness she has in these dreams, unable to fight back or take control.

Amelia stands slowly, testing her ankle. The swelling has gone down and its not nearly as bad as it had been earlier. Limping gingerly, she grabs her travel pack from where it still sits on the chair beside the door, where Lovino left it.

It appears to be in the same condition as when she last had it, which is a surprise. She thinks again that it was awfully nice of Lovino to go out of his way to find it for her. Where did he find it anyway?

These thoughts wander idly through her mind as she returns to the bed and digs her comb out of the pack.

Amelia takes her tail in hand, takes a long-suffering look at the state of it, and begins to groom it. She’d groomed before she fell asleep, as usual, but once it’s gotten this bad, her fur needs tools.

She had always been jealous of the shorter fur her friends had. Even Tino’s fur— though quite dense— is still manageable without a comb, and Ludwig’s fur was always so smooth and shiny no matter how much rough-housing and sparring he put up with from the twins. …Well, mostly Amelia. Meanwhile, she and Mattie could hardly go a day without at least a maintenance combing.

Grumbling, Amelia picks at a clump of tangled fur and removes a piece of debris that shines oddly red in the slight moonlight.

Squinting, she brings it closer to her face but she can’t make it out. It’s tiny and flat, and she might have thought it was only a pesky stick-tight burr if it weren't for the brilliant color it cast.

Curiosity fueled, Amelia limps over to the window and opens the shutters to let in more moonlight. She immediately regrets holding it up into the light.

She drops the thing, cursing under her breath. It’s a gods-damned snake scale.

Fuck this, she needs some air. She hops up on the window ledge and climbs for the roof.

★

Climbing over the edge of the wall, Amelia is surprised to see a lot of green, yellow and red. There are bushes and ivies and other various forest flora climbing up a slope, right here on the roof! The slope rises to meet a cliff face, leading Amelia to realize that that side of the building must be set directly against it. Soil from above must have piled up here. The opposite side of the roof remains exposed, revealing a raised ledge, perfect for sitting.

The waxing moon, shining brightly overhead, allows her a good look at the Sanctuary’s surroundings. She can see a semi-circular cliff side surrounding nearly two thirds of the ruins. The remaining third gives way to a massive slope that leads up into the forest. Seems a little conspicuous for a hideout, really. She’d think a bizarre land formation with a standing ruin like this inside it would be easy enough to spot if you only get close enough. Maybe the view is different from the perimeter, and the shrubs and ivy probably help some.  

Amelia sits on the ledge that faces the collapsed side of the cliff. After staring up at the moon and tracing a familiar, mental map of the stars, she has calmed down considerably.

Really, she’d only glanced at the red thing for a moment before freaking out. She’d been washed down a river, right? It could have been a fish scale! Or it might not have been a scale at all, but some plant debris. It’s silly to freak out over such a tiny speck, but she allows herself the defense that she’d had two awful snake dreams, now, and it’s no surprise if her wired brain jumps to conclusions. If Mattie were here he’d roll his eyes and razz her about it for at least a day. (Much less than Amelia would do to him. He’s such a softie.)

So, now what? She’s not sleepy. If she’d brought her pack she might be able to read one of her books with the moon as bright as it is. Her favorite story of evil overlords and lost princes would tide her over for a little while. No, wait. Had she made that one up? It’s been a while since she last read it… Either way she doesn’t feel like retrieving the thing so it’s a moot point. If Mattie were here, she could wake him up and talk his ear off about everything bugging her. And he’d listen, even still half asleep and annoyed.

Her heart sinks. Mattie’s out there somewhere without Amelia for the first time, too… Is he alone? Is he hurt? Did he go unconscious too or was he left to fight off those cats by himself?

She needs to find him…

Out of habit, she hums a lullaby to calm herself as she thinks.

How long will Lovino be gone? Can she really afford to wait for him? She’s gone through harsher conditions with worse injuries before… She can totally go searching for him. But should she double back or head to Achena? He’s got to be alive… definitely. And if he’s lost like she is, wouldn’t it make sense to meet in Achena, their destination? If he’s not there already, she could get Gil and Lud to help find him. But if he’s back with those awful cats, would there be time?

Troubled and stuck on a decision, Amelia shifts her thoughts away for now and begins to sing before panic can overwhelm her again.

This kind of singing is the kind that anyone can practice; it doesn’t have an acute effect on a single target like a bard’s Song does. A bard’s Song feels like casting energy out of her body, much like she imagines magic is done. This kind of singing, though, is simply cathartic. The energy rises and flows out naturally, returning her body and spirit to where they belong. Which is pretty magical, but it doesn’t give anyone special powers. It seems to make other cats happy, though, which is nice. No one tells her to stop being annoying as with most of her other pastimes.

Partway through a second song, Amelia feels a neutral presence appear behind her on the roof. The cat’s presence comes to stand beside her at the ledge, but does not interrupt her. Feeling no particular demand from the cat, Amelia continues singing to the end of the song.

When finished, Amelia glances briefly toward her visitor and is surprised to see Natalya there, staring up at the moon.

“Oh! Hi?” Amelia says to her, confusion coloring her casual greeting.

“Good evening.” Natalya replies, though she doesn’t look away from the moon and says nothing else for a long few moments. The silence is oddly comfortable, so Amelia hums another song and looks back up at the stars, letting Natalya take her time as she likes.

“You know, the rule here is not to do anything that could attract attention to this place.” Natalya says unaffectedly, but Amelia flinches as if she’d been scolded.

“Oh shit!” Amelia says in a barely hushed tone. “Sorry! I didn’t think—”

“You are thinking of leaving here immediately to find your brother.” Natalya interrupts, leaving Amelia in stunned silence. She hadn’t moved or even looked away from the moon and she’d spoken so matter-of-factly. It hadn’t been a question. Amelia turns forward again and hangs her head.

“I’m surprised!” Amelia says, laughing weakly. She brings her knees up so that she can drape her arms across them and lean her chin on her arms. “How’d you know?”

“It is obvious.” Natalya replies simply. Amelia can hear Natalya shifting finally, can hear her take a quiet, measured breath in and out. “Because I would do the same.”

Amelia’s ears twitch up and she turns her head to Natalya again to watch her in wonder. She did not expect Natalya’s company, much less this candid behavior.

“You have a brother?” Amelia asks, eyes wide open. Natalya looks back at her and nods once before joining Amelia on the ledge, settling primly into a seated position.

★TBC★

Thought this was a good place to pause for the night. :3 Please enjoy!

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[honestsycrets]

Husband.

@thisisparadisemylove, hey so I have a little drabble idea. Hvitserk lets Ivar have sex with his wife for a night (hes in the room of course) and shes riding ivar and she cums so hard shes shaking (you know since the females in this fandom are horny sluts, including me) and shes never done that before so ivar is all cocky about and hvit is jealous. Idk its just an idea if you have time or if you want.            

A/N: Gif to original owner. I picked one that had some Ivar in it because I promised!

His brother was pretty pitiful when he was all alone.

An omnipotent king, and yet, he found himself without a woman to warm his cock at the end of the night. Not since errant Freydis ran off with another man. Perhaps he knew why Ivar never chose another too...

“Agh, agh, agh! My king! My king!” Your breaths burst in loud succession out of your chest. This… This had been a mistake. You moved down upon his baby brother’s length with your calves tucked against his notched ones. Despite all of Ivar’s concerns, you hardly cared about his legs, not the way you behaved. Your hot, wet cunt was sopping under the nasty squelch of your king’s fat cock.

“Is he good?” Hvitserk rasps from his place across the room. He leans upon the heavy wooden arm and watched as if every one of your moans was filled with Ivar’s heavy smell filling your nose. You could hardly answer Hvitserk. Ivar’s large, meaty digits held the cord binding your wrists tight.

“Your husband is talking to you, (Y/N). Do I need to take your treat away?” Ivar’s breath is hot in puffs against your ear. His fingers guide against skin moist with sweat to your neatly kept pussy. You squirm to Ivar’s words, pumping your hips up and down Ivar’s cock as if he were the husband and Hvitserk was the interloper. The way that you creamed his cock at the base, Hvitserk honestly wondered.

“N-No! No, hah--” Your words are lost somewhere deep in the thick haze clouding up your judgement. You turn your head so slightly to look at Ivar’s face, illuminated by a warm candlelight that matched the blistering need deep in your cunt. Then so suddenly, Ivar’s thrusts tore into your sweet pussy, shoving you forward onto your belly.

“Answer him.” His opposing hand came around your throat to hold you in place, the slick of his back kissing yours. A well of friction pulls at your walls, making you feel just so full with Ivar’s veiny shaft convulsing so richly inside of you. You can hear the rich slap of Ivar’s balls against your ass spilling through the room-- see your husband downcasting his eyes when your lips blossom with Ivar’s name.

Though your wrists are tight against your back, you turn your face toward your king, convulsions ripping down through your body. Ivar turns his head down at just the right moment to catch your lips for what he knows you need. The security of being a good girl-- the safety to cum. The shock of such a moment leaves him cumming, filling your core with globs of his creamy seed. Your lips fall from his, eyes tightening at the warmth he filled you with. Then suddenly, it was gone.  

You mewl at the lack of Ivar’s warm body behind you. He loosens the binds at your wrists, casting a harsh smack to your cheek as you lay… utterly shaken on the furskins. Hvitserk’s eyes raise from the ground, connecting with yours. Dizzy in a cloud of pleasure, drool slipping down your chin.

“Did I fuck you stupid, little doll?” Ivar leans in, tucking your hair around the shell of your ear. You couldn’t bear respond. “I think I did. I filled you nice and good, didn’t I?”

Ivar is preening, drawing his fingers up your dripping pussy lips. His middle finger hooks into your warm channel, fucking you in quick thrusts until Hvitserk raises to a stand. “That’s enough, ,Ivar.” He crosses the room in quick strides.

“I think he’s jealous.” Ivar whispers in your ear, popping his fingers free. He dresses and exits with one long, last shit eating smile. Weakly, you look up to your husband. Hvitserk’s hand is at his mouth, running his hand over the slight moustache at his upper lip.

“How did he make you shake?” Hvitserk looks down to your body, little more than a crumble on your marital bed. You push yourself onto your back, chest rising and falling. You watch as he mounts the bed, shifting his trousers down.

“Hvitserk…” He replaces himself between your legs, leading the fine head of his cock against your lips. There’s no other warning before he sinks into the sticky mess left behind by his brother. Your fingers scramble against scale like pads of his armour, scratching as he begins dealing with you an onslaught of achy thrusts into your overly excited pussy.

“O-Oh, Hvitserk please I’m not ready!” You beg, your legs tightening about his waist to still him. To no avail, Hvitserk grasps your knees away from his waist, pinning them open upon the bed. He uses them to balance himself, searing your sweet pussy with frantic thrusts.

“I should be the only man who makes you shake!”

Yet he never had. You raise your hands to Hvitserk’s cheeks, lightly furred by his facial hair. Your eyes shut, surrendering to another round of pleasure with willing squeezes tugging your true husband forward.

“You’re not!” He thrusts fully, catching you in a loud gasp. “His!”

You arch back up toward him, taking him gladly inside. His sheer need is palpable on his lips, drawing a new excitement to your pussy. It was one thing to have sex with a strange, new man. Another to have sex with your husband. In such a rageful and yet lustful rage, Hvitserk pours his cum deep inside of you; just like Ivar. This was why he couldn’t get you to cum.

He was always too fucking excited himself.

“I’m yours, Hvitserk!”

But... by the end of this night, he would be damn sure you’d be his quivering mess on his cock. Not Ivars. Not anyone elses.

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