#if you saw me change the order of the frames no you didn't

[oval3000]

Chapter 4

Yandere Psych Patient König x Nurse reader

Warning: Possesive, Obsession, Death, Gore, Blood, Smut, Toxic behavior, age gap. Assault.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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"I don't like this," Jacob rubbed his for head, giving a few scratches. His hand on his hip with a slump posture. His eyes were giving out with annoyance and tiredness, not from the labor work, but from the system.

The fellow nurse could give an eye roll after seeing what was happening. "Anything to save some money, right?"

Mr. Miller ordered that half of the guards on the fifth floor would go to other floors to cover other shifts of guards that quit and who were..laid off. Those 20,000 thousand dollars couldn't come out from thin air as to what Mr. Miller thought it would, so it was the only option, to send some guards home.

Meaning that other guards from other floors had to move around and, unfortunately, your floor was affected by this.

The two guards that were on König, left as well as four others.

Things have now changed, your safety may now be a risk. But to to be quite honest with you, your safety is nothing to be worried about.

You did your morning rounds, assisted where there is needed. During their lunch, you heard the main phone ring from the floor. Jacob picked it up, "this is Jacob. Yes, sir. Okay...yeah...no problem." He hung up the phone taking a deep breath. He walked behind you and tapped on your shoulder. You turned your head away from the computer, "Mr. Miller wants to see you in his office."

You felt a big tull on your stomach. You were nervous. He never called you in his office before and with everything that is going on, you could only imagine worse.

Is he going to fire you?

You can't loose this job, the pay is good. You can't pack and move again to find something better.

You headed down to his office in a bit of a hurry, you didn't want to miss their lunch round check ups. You knocked on the brown wooden door with his name ingraved on a gold platter.

"Come in." You entered into his office and saw him sitting as his usual chair, writing whatever he is writing on a piece of paper. He stood up, fixing his suit. Mr. Miller, about the age of 50. Still has a grown set of hair only it's shown to have some grey strand hairs peaking through. 6 feet 3 inches maybe. Looks a bit fit, lackes muscles though. His light beard with a few grey strands of hair that follows the shape of his long jawline.

You saw photos that are in his office. Paintings of mountains and oceans. You saw his degree in psychology and business on a sharp, dark, brown, frame hanged up on the cream wall.

"Is there something wrong, sir?" You questioned standing behind the two chairs aligned perfectly in front of his desk. You hoped that he doesn't fire you. You can't hit rock bottom. Not now after everything.

"No, I just wanted to check up on you. I also wanted to apologize for the way I reacted towards you during the Gabriel incident. It was really unprofessional of me to do so. You were just doing your job, I'm sorry." He creeped in closer to you. You felt uncomfortable, a bad vibe coming off from him. He placed his hand on your shoulder, gripping it lightly. "If you need anything, my office is always open for you."

You swallowed the little bit of saliva, taking a step away from him, but it only brought him closer to you.

You panicked. You looked around to see if anyone, anyone at all can see, but nothing. The door is shut, the window blinds are closed. "It's okay sir, I should get going."

You turned around to walk away, but you felt his hands on your arm, pulling away in. "You look adorable playing hard to get"

Your eyes widen. You felt absolute frozen. "Sir. Let go of me!" He dragged you in front of his desk. The movement was so sudden, you couldn't say anything. "Please sir."

He gripped your shoulders tight that you couldn't move. You felt his body pressed against you. You felt his hips pushing in deeper. You couldn't help, but to let tears fall from your eyes. You felt so frozen that you hated yourself. This couldn't be happening to you.

You honestly wished he called you in to fire you. His body completely compressed to yours making you bend over on his desk. His hands roamed your body. His cold hands went inside your scrub shirt. You shook at his touch with fear. "No!Please! Stop!"

"You feel so good " he cupped your breast, pulling under your bra to get a better touch. Eventually his one hand left one of your breast and it landed on your ass. You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and his zipper being pulled down. He gripped onto your scrub pants and pulled them down, including your underwear, showing your naked vagina. "Fuck. I should've fucked you along time ago."

"Please! Please! Stop! Let go of me!" You cried out, feeling his finger pressed on your area.

A beeping sound came from his phone, "Sir, you have a call coming in. It's from the CEO."

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." He finally let go. He yanked your body closer to him. He cupped your face with his hand. You felt his disgusting breath near your mouth. "If you tell anyone about this. I'll ruin your fucking life. You got that."

You nodded as he aggressively let go, making you fall a bit on his desk. You felt so humiliated while pulling up your scrub pants and fixing your bra. You were about to walk out when he said, "Oh and make sure no one sees you like that. Get yourself fixed."

You didn't bother turning to him. You walked about quickly and ignoring the staff by not making eye contact. You pressed the button for the elevator, which felt like an eternity to arrive. Never felt like hours waiting for the elevator. Thankfully, no one was there, it was just you. You pressed on the fifth floor button.

You wanted to vomit. You scrunched your face as the tears fell down your cheeks. You covered your mouth trying hard to cover your sobs. Even though you are alone in the elevator, you felt embarrassed. You took deep breaths as it was reaching near the floor. You wiped away as much tears as you can. Even so you know your eyes and nose are red and puffy.

You avoided eye contact with everyone. You prayed that no one will come up to you ask why Mr. Miller called you down to his office. You grabbed the medical cart with the things you need and quickly went to each patients room, the last one being Königs.

You jiggle the kids, the guards left for you, to open his door. You swang the door a bit open and back inside his room. You grabbed the tray with his medication and placed it down on top of the cart. König watched you. He knew something was wrong.

You raised your head up, feeling the tears forming again. You hated yourself for not stopping the tears from coming out. Not now. Not when you are doing your job.

But you couldn't help it. You covered your face as tears were running down your face. You didn't want to cry in front of a patient, nevertheless, König.

He quickly got up and took your arm to pull you closer to him. He sat back down on his bed with his legs spread a bit to let you in closer to him. He couldn't see your face, which was still buried in your hands. If you could see his eyes, the look he's giving you. The same look he gave to the people he wanted to kill, to his enemies in the battle field. "What happened, schatz?" his thick accent was hard and impactful. You uncovered your face to see him, for him to see you. He saw the tears, the redness in your eyes.

The sympathetic look he gave you made those tears flowing again. Being comfort is not something you're use to. Your always dealing with everything by yourself.

He palmed your cheek, wiping your tears away. You shook your head lightly. You can't tell him. He's your patient. You can't tell your patient is a psychiatric hospital that you were almost raped by your boss. "Bitte tell me."

"H-he....touched me." You stared away, but his other palm touched your cheek, making you to look at him.

You saw the stare he gave you. Filled with sympathy and anger. "He. Touched. You."

You nodded. "He trapped me in his office. He was going to rape me. If he didn't get that phone call, he would've-." Your words turned into sobs.

He got up and pulled you into a tight hug. Your head was buried into his chest, letting out your quiet sobs.

He held you tight and close. His hand rubbing your back while the other was petting your head. "Shhh..it's okay, schatz. It's okay."

He turned his head towards the slight, opened, door. His way to freedom. Your freedom.

Away from this. From every assholes that's here. Away from everyone else.

"Mein liebling. Mach dir keine Sorgen. Ich werde ihn töten. Ich werde jeden töten, der dir wehtut. (My darling. don't worry. ill kill him. I'll kill anyone that hurts you.) " he gripped you tight. He doesn't want to let you go. He wants you to be attached to him. For you to share everything of his. "Mine," he whispered. "All mine."

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Newdad!Ghost and Newmom! Reader having their child’s first fever…

I did ramble a bit about this before having the baby, I hope you don't mind ❤️ Also, I have no experience with babies so I hope I didn't write anything completely nonsense

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Simon Riley thought that he was no longer a coward.

That the years spent in the military were enough to make him a brave man.

That there was nothing left to make him stutter on his words or feel his knees wobble.

That's what he thought though.

Because ever since the second you came out of the bathroom, positive pregnancy test on hand; he's been terrified, elated but terrified.

Terrified of something bad happening, to you, to the baby, to him... The thought of leaving you alone terrified him the worst.

But nothing happened.

You were already in the last trimester, almost past your due date and everything was perfect.

Whenever you saw the nerves getting the best of Simon you jumped to console him, reassuring him everything would be fine.

He felt horrible, he should be the one taking care of you, not the other way around. So plush and round with his offspring, the baby already sucking your energy.

"Big fucking bairn." As Soap once called it before getting smacked on the back of the head.

It was true, nonetheless, but still.

It was one day, when he saw you wobbling your way to the kitchen that it finally set on his mind.

He was about to be a father.

And fuck if he wasn't going to be the best one out there.

Now that it was the third trimester he could finally put in his parental leave, going home to you and helping with everything.

He finally got to building the crib, fixing the leaky faucet, changing the clothes in the closet for the winter one.

Everything was ready.

He wasn't, of course; when the contractions finally started. And he panicked when you said it was too early to go to the hospital.

5:40. That was the rule you keep repeating.

40 seconds contraction, every 5 minutes.

But he still struggled to stay strong whenever you would groan, holding onto the sink to steady yourself to breathe.

Once he finally managed to get you to the hospital, everything became a blur. He barely managed to send your family a message about the baby coming, and when he went to notify his family, he simply sent Price a message that said: "Baby now. Hospital."

Everything went smoothly, pride overflowing from his heart whenever he would look at you. He was hypnotized by the baby; looking so much like you but his features still looking back at him.

He kissed your forehead, thanking you for reviving Simon Riley. The man he buried so long ago, now rebirth as your daughter's dad.

He could feel people coming in and out of the room but completely ignored them, too busy staring at you and the baby.

Gaz even made you laugh, talking about how he thought pregnancy brain only happened to moms and that he thought Simon must have hit his head on the way in.

The look of unfiltered fear on the four men when the newborn started fussing around from the crib made you laugh. They quickly turned to see what the threat was, only for the baby to start crying at the top of her tiny lungs making the four men jump.

"She must be hungry." You say, leaning forward and looking at Simon. "Can you hand her to me, Si?"

He immediately did, holding the tiny baby with all the care the mountain of a man could muster. Passing her to you, and turning to the men talking about decency and giving you privacy.

They walked out, Price dropping a kiss on your head congratulating you once more on the job well done, leaving you, Simon and the baby.

The three of you.

His tiny family.

That he would kill and die in order to protect.

So he found himself useless, looking at you trying to calm the baby down when she wouldn't stop crying and her fever would keep rising.

He was at the door frame, seeing you pace the room, cleaning the baby's face with a damp cloth. He could see it on your face, the worry, the exhaustion, the fear... How have you hidden it so well? How has he not seen it before?

"She's over 39°, Si." You say, voice trembling with the knot in your throat.

"Let's go to the hospital." He said, grabbing the baby bag and your coat, and opening the door. He could see your doubt, the fear of what taking the baby back to the hospital meant for you. "C'mon, mama. The sooner we get there, the sooner we'll be back."

He needed to be strong right now, he has laid back for long enough. He saw the little cracks on you and he was going to fill them before you noticed them.

Simon Riley thought he was brave.

But he has never been as afraid as when he was driving, baby in the car seat and you sitting beside him in the back. Silent tears sliding down your face as you apologised to the crying baby.

It made him want to skip every red light, get there as soon as possible, so the doctors could tell you that you made the right choice, that you did a good job.

But he would rather relive his nightmare of a life a thousand times before doing such a stupid thing of putting you both at risk.

He sees the way you hug yourself when the nurse takes the baby away, and he quickly engulfs you in a hug. Protecting you from the cold of the night, protecting you from every danger outside and protecting you from every thought inside your brain.

"Everything is going to be alright, mama." He says, kissing your head. Heart sinking when he hears you sob and hug him back. "Everything will be alright, this happens, babies get sick sometimes. It doesn't mean you aren't doing a hell of a job, alright?"

You sob on his chest, tugging his shirt on your hands.

"You are an amazing mother, love. You are doing an amazing job. Our little tadpole has the best mom in the world." He says, swinging softly side to side, rocking you, petting your head. "She'll be fine. She's brave just like you, love. She'll be fine. We'll be fine."

Because Simon Riley always thought he was brave, but as long as you two were alive; he was a coward and losing you both was his biggest fear.

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[mynameis-noe-body]

Can you do a marquis one shot where the reader works as a tailor/assistant/spy for the marquis but they’re also really innocent/upbeat . As he gets to know the reader, he finds himself going from confused that they’re so cheery to loving them as they are to corruption kink?

Thank you for your patient, anon. 🖤 I hope you'll love this.

This add to a second request I recieved.

➡️ Also cause I saw you mentioned a corruption kink, one with the marquis de framing would be fantastic 🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️

I didn't quite understand, but here is corruption kink fo you. I hope you'll love this as well.

Little dove

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

“Oh, Marquis De Gramont — what a pleasure to have you here!” you exclaimed, seeing him enter your shop. You walked towards him, holding the door open and showing him your best smile. “I just got an absolutely cheeky outfit that you will love, exactly your size.”

Vincent smiled. By now he had gotten into the habit of frequenting your shop at least once a week. He didn't lack money, nor time; he loved spending a few hours on a Saturday afternoon exploring the embellished and sumptuous dresses in your shop. And most of all, he loved spending time with you.

So joyful, friendly, sweet — a little macaron. Such a lovely pastry. You were an extraordinary creature, in his eyes. He, who had seen so much death, who had held so much power—he looked at you and found such innocence in your gaze. It was a part of you that was impossible not to love.

He cleared his throat, with a wave of his hand he ordered his second to leave the shop, closing the door behind him and leaving the two of you alone. That was his moment of pleasure.

The first time he entered your shop, fascinated by the silk garments and elegant suits, the shiny patent leather shoes and the cashmere coats, Vincent believed that he would find the usual snooty shopkeeper who would try to raise the prices by realizing his status. But no, you were there. So excited to be able to show off your best suits and dress him up like a fucking prince. Vincent had to call two of his men and a second car to be able to load everything he had purchased and take it home. You had shaken his hand, you had thanked him, you had given him a discount (even!) and you had suggested that he come back soon; you would have been happy to have such a passionate customer in your shop. Vincent might have believed it was a matter of money... but upon returning, noticing the way your gaze lit up when it met his, he changed his mind. You had fun with him. You loved your job. You were excited, happy… innocent. So pure. A sweet, little pastry, in fact.

Once, arranging the collar of his shirt while he was looking at himself in the mirror, you had asked him with a certain veiled embarrassment: “Monsieur De Gramont, forgive my impudence, but I really want to ask. What is your occupation?”

He had laughed. “Are you asking me about my job?” You had blushed, you had apologized stepping back but he had turned around, taking your hand before you could move away. "No need to be embarrassed, cheri. I find your curiosity quite... charming." Your cheeks were colored the sweetest red. He had lifted your hand to his lips, leaving the ghost of a kiss on your fingers. "I am a businessman. Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont, at your service."

He had been absolutely lovely. And he, from that moment on, had wanted in the most perverse, craziest, most intense way, to ruin you completely.

Vincent had noticed the way you watched him, so constantly attentive to every curve of his body, the way his muscles filled your clothes, stretching the fabric, wrapping it in the most attractive way. Your intoxicating gaze devoured him, and he was dying to have your hands on him, your desperate eyes, your mouth praying for his benevolence. So submissive, and desperate. Corrupted by your own will, by the desire and pleasure that only he could have brought you.

That day, without exception, you stood behind him while he looked at himself in the mirror and admired himself. But soon, his blue eyes met yours in the reflection. He smiled.

“What do you think, my dear?”

You nodded, your face bright. “That shade of red is definitely your color.”

His eyebrow rose in mock surprise. He caressed the fabric of the jacket with his fingertips, but secretly watched the way your gaze only followed his touch. Bewitching, indeed.

“I like the jacket. I love it. This scarlet is... fiery. Don't you think?” Your eyes flickered up again, and you nodded without adding anything, attempting a shy smile. "And the pants? Do I wear them well?" It was impossible not to notice the way you blushed and swallowed slowly. He bit back a satisfied grin. With his hands on the belt, he gripped it, lifting it a little. “Look at me.”

He nodded. “Maybe I should sit down, and try to feel them.”

And you looked at him. He had them so tight — you could see everything. All of it. You had to fight against your instincts and force yourself to seek his eyes again. You smiled. “I think they are perfect, monsieur.”

Vincent sat gracefully in the armchair next to him, and sighed. There was nothing innocent about his smile. And slowly, almost imperceptibly, he spread his legs. His right hand, on his thigh, went up his leg, stopped right there, so close to his —

“Sweetheart” he interrupted you, laughing loudly. You turned your eyes, deeply embarrassed and red in the face, but he seemed almost happy with your obvious reaction. “Oh, don't get all shy now, my dear.” He made himself more comfortable in the armchair, spreading his legs in an almost vulgar, cheeky way. God, he loved that game. “Come on, look at me. I know you like it. I see you — the way you look at me — and I bet you're not as fragile and innocent as you want me to think, are you?”

Now you looked at him, with your mouth slightly open and your eyes large, wide and full of bewilderment, your cheeks scarlet, your voice trembling as you stammered an apology.

He shook his head, and his face darkened. “No. I will not accept your apology” he hissed. He raised his finger and motioned for you to come closer. “Come here, little dove.”

He wanted you to stand between his open legs, and immediately his left hand grabbed your hip, while with his right he was already unbuttoning his trousers. He licked his lips like a lion at his delicious meal, hungry, ravenous. “Keep looking at me, don't look away, I know you like it” he said.

And look at you, completely disarmed, dominated by that crazy and irrational desire that he wasn't offering to satisfy, on the contrary, it was fomenting your obsession. He was a fascinating man. And a very passionate one, from what you could see. Without any shame he pulled his hard length out of his trousers, stroking himself slowly, showing you all his virility, his silky skin, his intense hardness. He was perfect.

“And I thought you were so pure, innocent” he whispered, with a certain satisfaction. "But now I see how wrong I was, you little pervert. You like watching me, don't you? Ma petite voyeur."

But his hand suddenly slipped between your legs, he lifted your skirt without shame, found your panties already so wet for him and smiled — he smiled, the bastard.

“I — oh, Marquis, I'm mortified. I didn't mean to —”

“Don't you dare apologize again. I want to hear other sounds from your mouth.”

And his fingertips pressed against the little knot of nerves, right there, causing a vibration of pleasure throughout your body. If you were honest, that exposure and embarrassment only inflated your excitement.

“You're already shaking for me.” His voice was deep, controlled. “Tell me anything you want. I want to hear you pray. I know you can. Tell me, and I will satisfy your every curiosity.”

You breathed, your sigh became labored, panting. “Please, Marquis, I...”

He laughed. His hand continued to touch his member, so hard, up and down, and you could do nothing but watch as your intimacy became wet and your hunger grew without rest. "You what, my dear? Do you want me? Is that it? Do you want my hand, my mouth?"

You nodded.

“No — no, love. Tell me.”

You swallowed, searching for a small voice in your chest. "I want you."

“What do you want?”

"All of you!" his fingers moved the panties, you finally felt his touch on you. And, hungrily, they sought the little wet hole between your soft lips. You could hear the sticky sound of your arousal on his fingers.

“Again, tell me more.”

“Your fingers, they're so — oh, oh please. Inside!”

He licked his lips. “What a good girl. You know your manners. But I don't want you so innocent darling, we know how dirty you really are, don't we?”

You shook your head, but you couldn't deny the truth to yourself.

“Tell me you're mine, tell me how much you want me.”

On the verge of tears, humiliated and excited, you nodded. “I'm yours, all yours. I — I want you so bad.”

His fingers slipped inside you, sweet and intense, touching all those perfect spots that made you moan all your pleasure. And you closed your eyes, for a moment. He stopped.

“Nu-uh, eyes on me. You like to watch. Tell me you like it.”

Yes, yes. “I love it. You are...”

“What? Don't be afraid. I want to hear everything.”

“Perfect. Your body, your...”

Oh, you were still so embarrassed. No, he wanted more. Vincent stood up suddenly, mistreated you hard, pushing you onto the chair. So, still dressed, he knelt over you, tickling your pussy lips with the head of his hard cock. You were dying of pleasure, and you looked at him excited and scared at the same time.

“I know you want it — say it. Tell me you're my little slut, tell me you want my hard cock inside you. Say it!”

And you cried, pleading. “I'm everything you want! Your whore, your tight cunt, your little slut — just give it to me, fuck me hard, now!”

And Vincent finally obeyed.

He fucked you, hard and deep, with an unprecedented ardor, grabbing your hair, your neck, biting your lips, spitting on your tongue.

“More, use me!” you begged. "Yours, only yours! I love it! Fuck my cunt — my ass. Yes, spit on my tongue, and fuck me like you mean it!”

“Dirty, dirty girl” he growled. His fingers dug into your thighs. "I knew you were a slut underneath, all mine. My little voyeur, my bad, dirty girl. That's it, take it, take it all!”

The contractions of your orgasm milked his cock, every drop of his come inside you. And you panted his name, and every dirty thing, now corrupted by that pleasure and prey to a will stronger than you. Your every word was honey. He came inside you, on top of you, making you dirty inside and out.

And looking at you like this, ruined for him, Vincent understood that you were no longer the innocent, sweet girl he thought he had met the first time.

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Mutual Help | #18

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 

Leaving your overthinking for the rest of the day has probably been one of the best decisions you've decided to make on this starting trip. You won't let yourself overthink all that stuff, not allowing yourself not to have fun and think through every Jungkook's action. It shouldn't matter if he did it to get Kiko's attention or not. You know her attention is subtly focused on the both of you, no matter how many times she's trying not to stare at you and act nice towards you. Maybe she just feels bad after you stormed at her, and you can't forget the fact that she's hiding something, according to Jungkook's words.

He told you how he wants to enjoy this trip, regardless if Kiko will be here or not. And she is, yet you can see him watching her whenever he thinks nobody sees him.

After all of you had fun at the lake, you let yourselves dry in the burning sun before it got too hot and unbearable, to change into clothes and play some sport games. Namjoon brought a soccer ball, which obviously led to a soccer game. At first, it was a men vs women game, which could never lead to a complete trouble free game. Surprisingly, you weren't bad as a team like you expected you to be. You were doing pretty good actually, to your standards and mutual strength at least. Unfortunately, and quite obviously, men were better and it seemed super easy for them to win.

"That was foul!" Minjae screamed at them, making sure they heard her across the huge soccer field that you made for yourselves.

"No, it wasn't. Seulgi stumbled on her own, Namjoon didn't even touch her." you told her, replaying the memory you just saw a few seconds ago.

"Y/N! You are supposed to be on our team!" Seulgi laughed, shaking her head at Minjae's attempt to save your already bad score.

Shrugging, you just sent them an apology smile. "I'm just honest."

Looking at Jungkook, you saw him sending you a flying kiss with a smirk, his way of thanking you because they just added another goal to their score.

Then you created a new team, a mixed team so all the men could finally play at least some kind of serious game. You, Jungkook, Jimin and Seulgi. The other team was Kiko, Hoseok, Namjoon and Minjae while Taehyung remained as a referee. Your team won, with Jungkook's energy and skills, you barely had to do anything other than to kick him the ball whenever it somehow stumbled in front of your feet. Regardless of that, you were still proud of yourself for winning, even though it was mostly Jungkook and Jimin's merit.

The rest of the day went like this and before you realized it, it was time for dinner while the sky was getting darker with each passing minute.

Now, the sky's completely painted dark with beautiful stars sparkling in the distance with sounds of crickets echoing through the space. Even the sound of fire sizzling and the warmth that spreads on your face because of it, is oddly calming. You take that moment to cuddle up to Jungkook, who's sitting next to you, with his arm over your frame pulling you closer. Stomach full, all you can muster to do is listen to everyone's chattering and laughter that slowly fades in the distance as you let yourself think. Your eyes automatically drift to Kiko, who's sitting obliquely from you, head resting on Hoseok's shoulder as he keeps laughing and nodding along to Namjoon's funny story of how he broke his sister's bathroom door.

"Hey, are you sleepy?" Jungkook asks softly, shoulder slowly nudging the side of your face as you frown.

"Kinda," you sigh, "But not really. I think the fire's making me sleepy." you admit, appreciating the warmth of it warming your face.

Even though it's July, it gets even colder at night than back in Seoul. It makes sense, considering you're surrounded by hills and more located to the South.

"You wanna take a walk?" he asks, your head lifting in interest as you look around.

"But it's dark." you point out, not seeing any lamps, well instead of the flashlights and disposable torches the boys had brought, that surrounds the space around you where you're camping.

"Oh, are you scared?" Jungkook nudges you with his shoulder again, shaking your whole body with the single movement as you roll your eyes. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." he promises, a cocky grin earning its place on his lips.

"I'm not scared, you moron." you tell him, faking annoyance and it still makes him chuckle at your attempt.

"Sure, whatever you say." he muses, teasing you but all you give him in response is another roll of your eyes and grin that can't be hidden anymore.

"Okay, let's go. But if we see or hear anything suspicious, we're coming back." you tell him, pursing your lips while you stare at him sternly, daring him to say something different.

His nose scrunches and he starts to laugh at you, but nods to your words nevertheless. "We'll take our phones with us and light up our flashlights on, you big baby." he says, jumping to his feet as he shakes his head to ruffle through his hair.

Big—big baby? The audacity! 

Standing up, you dust your sweatpants and take Jungkook's hand that he holds up for you to take. 

"We'll be right back. We're gonna just take a walk." Jungkook informs the group, making them nod in response before they barely pay attention to the two of you leaving.

They are too busy chattering while drinking beer and soju. Or at least it seemed like it because as soon as you're in the safe distance of not hearing them, Taehyung turns around and watches you walk further and further away.

"Do you think they're gonna fuck?" he asks, cheeks red from the fire but also from the amount of soju he's already drank.

Jimin cackles, telling him to stop drinking that much although, his own eyes drift to your disappearing bodies. What they don't see is the look on Kiko's face that makes her straighten and take a deep breath. It doesn't go unnoticed by Hoseok and he wraps his arm around her petite frame, pulling her closer as he presses his nose into her hair.

"You okay?" he asks her silently, making sure nobody else listens to him.

She looks at him for a brief second before her eyes focus on the flame of the fireplace Jungkook and you made. It's almost as if it's mocking her straight in the face. "Yeah, I'm sure." she assures her best friend, giving him a weak smile but he's not buying it.

"Kik," he sighs, but she just shakes her head in response.

"I'm fine, Hobi." she tells him and ends the conversation there, but still cuddles to him even more.

When he squeezes her, she feels at least some kind of comfort and is incredibly thankful for her friend. Hoseok knows, yet doesn't pressure her into anything and even if she's acting like nothing's wrong, he begs to differ but doesn't say anything. He shows his support with the stronghold he has on her body, silently telling her that he's there for her.

"What? I'm just wondering!" Taehyung exclaims, shrugging his shoulders innocently and the simple act makes Jimin snort.

"Stop wondering about your friends' sex life." Jimin reasons, hearing a loud snicker coming from Namjoon's mouth this time while Seulgi and Minjae busy themselves with stuffing their mouth and act like they're not listening to the conversation.

"Don't tell me you don't think they're shagging—"

Hoseok cuts him off by throwing an empty cup at him, perfectly aimed at Taehyung's forehead. "Shut up, Tae." he scolds him, but grins nevertheless to ease the tension that his reaction might have caused.

Taehyung frowns, rubbing his forehead as if the empty cup could've really hurt him but he listens. He closes his mouth and starts to bicker with Jimin, when he gives him another lecture about alcohol and his low tolerance.

"This is healing," you fill the silence with your soft voice, eyes focused on the moon lightening above your heads.

Jungkook follows your vision, humming in response before he looks at the lake that sparkle with the same reflection of the moon. "It really is," he agrees, "It's cold though." he chuckles, hearing you doing the same.

"Yeah, I thought it'd be slightly warmer. I hope we won't be cold while sleeping in tents." you voice out your worries.

"We'll just have to wear a lot of clothes. But if you're gonna be too cold, just tell me. We can sleep in the car." he says, making you smile at his thoughtfulness.

"How are we gonna fit there?" you chuckle, not being able to imagine the two of you trying to fit in the back of his car, even though his current car is bigger than the one he used to have. Or you could just sleep in front, but you surely won't get any quality sleep there.

"Then I'll sleep in the tent and you can sleep in the car." he shrugs, your mouth pouting automatically at his words.

You'd feel awful and guilty for sure if that happened. Sure, Jungkook is a big boy and probably doesn't get cold that easily, compared to you, but still.

"Jungkook, no." you shake your head.

"Or, we could just cuddle and keep ourselves warm." he pokes you in the ribs, causing you to giggle as you slap his shoulder.

Or, that's an option too.

"How are you feeling?" you ask, nibbling on your bottom lip when you're met with silence and Jungkook's steps halting until he stops.

"What do you mean?" he asks, brows furrowed in confusion.

Stopping too, you walk closer to him and lean against one of the trees that are near the edge of the lake. "Kiko's here." you point out, causing him to chuckle while he hides his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants.

"I'm aware," he laughs lightly, and you do the same because it's nice to see him not depressing over her. "I really wanna enjoy this trip, but I can't help but notice how close she seems to be with Hoseok."

And then you see it. Frown settles on his lips at the mention of Hoseok. Of course, he noticed how close they were and probably still are at the fireplace.

"They're best friends, Kook. You don't think they're dating, do you?" you cock your head to the side, a breeze slightly ruffling your hair.

"No," he shakes his head, frowning once again. "I don't know, something feels shady. They're definitely hiding something, I just have no fucking idea what it is."

The memory of Jungkook telling you about the possible secret that Kiko's hiding crosses your mind, but you're just as clueless as Jungkook is right now. You don't know them that much, but Jungkook does.

"What could she possibly be hiding from you?" you think out loud, thinking about all the possible scenarios that could've happened.

"Whenever I see her looking at me, or even when we were talking at Jin's wedding... I could see how guilty she looked," he says, deeply in thought. "I know her so well, I just know there's something more to this and Hoseok basically confirming that at Jin's wedding just proves my suspicion."

"Well, either way, she's not gonna tell you and neither will Hoseok. How are you planning to find out?" you ask, growing confused.

There's nothing he can do. The only thing is to get your little plan to keep going and finish it before some damage will be done. Surprisingly, playing Jungkook's girlfriend isn't hard so far. The two of you have always been more touchy and comfortable around each other, so none of this feels uncomfortable or foreign to you or Jungkook. Obviously, it all faded away and even stopped when he started to date Kiko which you understand. It was out of respect to her, even though she probably never voiced jealousy. That's what kind of gentleman Jungkook is.

"The only thing I can think about, considering her weird and suspicious behavior, and the fact she seems so fucking guilty about something... what if she cheated on me?" he says quickly, his brain processing his own words while he seems to be stunned he finally voiced out his suspicion. It makes it more real and now that he said it out loud, it makes much more sense.

But even to you, it doesn't make much sense. "You think she'd cheat on you?" you ask confusingly, knowing how Jungkook swore that she's the least selfish person he ever met.

"Argh! I don't know!" he exclaims, covering his face into his huge hands as he groans into them.

Sadness overcomes your features and your body moves on its own, hugging Jungkook's muscular body while you cuddle your face into his chest. His hoodie smells just like him, his favorite fabric softener and that sweet, yet muscular scent he always holds. Sighing, he hugs you closer to him.

"I don't think she'd, but what am I supposed to think?" he asks, voice muffled by your hair as he kisses the top of your head.

"She loves you, Kook. I don't think she cheated on you." you tell him, but he just shakes his head.

"We don't know that." he disagrees, causing you to chuckle as you slightly pull away and look up at him.

Your noses are almost touching from the proximity between you two.

"We don't, but I can see the way she's looking at you. She's trying to be so nice to me," you let out a dry chuckle, causing Jungkook to do the same thing, however his one isn't dry but almost loving at the mention of his ex.

"That's her." he adds, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

"But I just see the sadness in her eyes. I might not know her that well, but even I can tell. She doesn't seem jealous..." you trail off, looking back into his dark orbs that shine underneath the moonlight.

"You'll tell me when this gets too much for you, right?" he asks, your brows furrowing in confusion as you stare at him.

"Of course, that's what we agreed on." you remind him, surprised he brought up that topic.

He nods, bringing his back to your face as he gently grabs it and starts caressing the apples of your cheeks. Your eyes flicker shut, enjoying how soft his hands feel against your skin and you happily hum, making him chuckle but not stopping him. Nudging your nose with his own, you whine at his hot breath fanning your face.

"Kiss me, Kook." you whisper, having this sudden need to feel those plushy lips again.

You haven't kissed since you came here, which is quite surprising because you thought you'd, at least as soon as you saw that Kiko's here too. But for some reason Jungkook never insinuated a kiss.

But he listens to you now, kissing you by quickly connecting your lips as he holds your face even tighter. It feels needy and it strokes your ego that he kisses you almost as if he missed your lips. Well, you certainly missed his ones. 

The moan slips out of your mouth as soon as the kiss gets rougher and he slowly backs you, until your back meets the tree again. His hands are everywhere, from gripping your hips to pulling up your leg and hooking it up over his hip to properly feel your thigh, all while he's still kissing you. Your own hands are occupied by nails digging into his hoodie before they trail down to his ass, giving him a squeeze. He smiles into the kiss, but still doesn't pull away. You're gasping for air, causing him to detach your lips but his own starts to work on your neck where he ducks your skin. You're moaning, head leaned against the tree while the wood is too harsh and uncomfortable, but you don't dare to move. Excitement overtakes you're whole body and with your leg that he's still gripping tightly, hooked over Jungkook's hip, you grind onto him. He groans, grinding back where you can feel his bulge. Through the countless amount of layers, you can't feel him the way your body craves to, but it's still enough to make you clench around nothing as you feel yourself getting aroused.

You grind against each other, desperately trying to get ahold of that pleasure and lust that clouds your minds and bodies, but the clothing you're both wearing and position makes it hard. It's not enough, unless the two of you would undress which isn't such a smart idea considering the weather. As if Jungkook thinks the same thing, he stops grinding against you and rests his head on your shoulder while his chest heaves with quick breaths. You're no different, long and loud breaths leave your mouth as you wrap your arms around his frame. Slowly, he lets go of your leg and steadies himself more before he fully straightens himself and grins at you.

"That's not what I was expecting when I asked you for a walk," he jokes, a loud snort coming out of your mouth as you shake your head at him.

It's always like that. You never planned for this to happen, it always just does. Naturally, and you like that because it doesn't feel forced.

"I wasn't expecting it too, but I'm not complaining." you grin, hands brushing through his fringe that got too long and keeps falling into his eyes.

"Trust me," he says, grin disappearing as a darkened look overtakes his already doe and dark eyes. He hovers over you, teeth nibbling on your ear before his mouth brushes your earlobe. "I'd fuck you here, if it weren't this cold."

Your breath hitches in your throat and you restrain yourself from reacting audibly, knowing he'll love that and tease the shit out of you later. You can't believe he just said that. Would he really do that?

"I wouldn't let you," you mutter, mustering a serious and tough expression where you raise your brow and purse your lips to prove your point. "Someone might've seen us." you reason, but the only thing he gives you in return is a loud laugh that makes you shush him straight away, a huge grin spreading on your lips.

"Who? There's nobody here." he says, outstretching his arms like he's the one who's proving his point.

"You don't know that, it's too dark to tell." you shrug, giving his chest a good slap when he smirks at you.

"Exactly, it wouldn't be too hard to tell if we're fucking or not."

"Oh my god!" you exclaim, hearing him cackling. "Just shut up, Jeon." you shake your head at him, hiding that huge grin again from him by walking past him and getting some safe distance from his dangerous and irresistible self.

"Oh, am I Jeon now? Thought I was Kook."

You hear him teasing you, before he jogs over to you and places his arm over your shoulders as he pushes you closer to his chest. You don't protest, not when he's incredibly warm and comfortable at the same time.

"Thank God, you're not my real boyfriend. I couldn't stand you." you grumble, teasing him as you poke his hip before you wrap your arm around his frame, holding him.

"Ah, you wish. I'd be the best boyfriend." he shoots back, making the two of you burst in laughter as you keep bickering and teasing each other for the rest of the walk back.

It just reminds you that nothing has changed. Well, apart from you get to kiss him— amongst the other stuff — now.

When you get back, you give Jungkook a last nudge to his shoulder before you detach yourself from his hip, looking at your friends. Taehyung wiggles his brows, cheeks flushed even in the darkness and you don't have to guess what caused it, considering the stupid amused grin he always has whenever he drinks too much alcohol. You're not the only one who notices it, Jimin tells him something but his best friend just shushes him and waves a hand in front of his face, telling him to shut up.

"You guys done?" he asks, wiggling his brows while staring at you before his eyes averts to Jungkook.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jungkook asks, confused, reaching for some dried seaweed as he munches on it.

"Ignore him, he's had enough." Jimin speaks up before Taehyung can open his mouth, frowning at his best friend's interruption.

"Where's everyone?" you ask, changing the topic since you've got an idea what Taehyung was aiming at. Whatever it could be, it's not something that should be said in front of Kiko, or anyone at this point.

The seats where Hoseok, Seulgi, Minjae and Namjoon were sitting are empty, and now that you pointed out their absence, Jungkook seems to notice their missing too as he starts looking around.

"They went to sleep," Kiko answers, cuddling herself to some fluffy blanket as she glances at you before she focuses on the flames instead. "I think I'm going too. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day." she says, letting out a chuckle but it seems forced and tired.

She stands up, still wrapped in the purple blanket as she bids everyone a goodnight before she goes into her tent, joining Seulgi and Minjae.

"Is she okay?" Jungkook whispers, glancing at Jimin who gives him a saddened gaze before he shrugs.

"She seems a little bit off, but I think it's just awkward for her to be here with you guys." Jimin explains, his voice silenced so everyone sleeping in the tents nearby can't hear you. He gives you an apologetic look which you just shrug off, knowing he's only telling the truth.

"She knew we were coming here, I suppose." you mutter, ignoring Jungkook's side glance before he sighs and grabs you by your shoulders.

"Well, we're going to sleep too. You guys, don't set anything on fire." he tells them, Taehyung already spacing out but still protests whenever Jimin tells him to go sleep.

It's clear Jimin doesn't want to leave him alone, something that wouldn't be a good idea in Taehyung's state. It's funny and cute how they remind you of your friendship with Jungkook. They have each other's back all the time.

"We'll try to," Jimin chuckles, patting Taehyung's head as he cuddles to Jimin's side. "Goodnight."

Approximately twenty minutes later, when you bid goodbye to Jimin and Taehyung, you and Jungkook are happily nestled in your sleeping bags. With a few layers of blankets that Jungkook brought underneath your bodies, it's softer than you expected it to be and you find it comfortable. The only thing that bothers you is the chilly air that makes you toss around as you're trying to keep yourself warm.

"Come here." Jungkook sighs, his own sleeping bag rustling as he pulls out his arms to pull you closer.

"What are you doing?" you mutter, silently humming as soon as you feel his warm chest pressed against your back. You're definitely warmer now.

"Cuddling you, obviously." he snorts, nuzzling his nose into your neck causing you to let out a silenced giggle.

With his large hoodie already on, the very one he brought you from his car as soon as you started to complain about the weather and being cold, you allow yourself to relax. However, Jungkook doesn't stop there and he starts kissing your neck, leaving soft and innocent pecks that make you bite your lip. You don't move, allowing him to kiss you some more while he rubs your body which is difficult to feel, since you're wrapped in your sleeping bag. Unzipping your sleeping bag, you ignore your body protesting by shivering from the temperature in your tent.

"You're gonna be cold." Jungkook murmurs against your neck, his silenced and raspy voice causing you to shiver again. Not from the cold this time.

"You'll warm me up." you tease, turning to your side so you can be closer to him.

He welcomes your hands on his chest as they get underneath his hoodie, feeling his hot and naked skin there. How can he be so warm when you're close to freezing? His toned abs are hard to miss and you wish you could just take his hoodie off, and see the piece of art. You've never been totally mesmerized by abs and muscular bodies, although it's a nice thing to look at. But everything changes when it comes to Jungkook. He's perfect, an amazing piece of man that makes every woman's heart flutter.

"You bet." he teases back, causing you to giggle as he pulls you closer, kissing you this time.

Your lips mold together, the feeling already familiar but never boring. It's something you could never get enough of, especially when he's so good at it. Two minutes of constant kissing and innocent touches, his own hands disappear underneath all the layers of your clothing when he finally finds your skin. Even the littlest touch of his fingertips make your body heat up, and you completely forget about the cold. He spends a few minutes just rubbing your stomach, his touch leaving soft and tingling sensation all over your body, before he hooks them under the hem of your sweatpants. Detaching your lips, you breathe out a shaky breath as you glance at Jungkook.

He's staring at you, dark eyes boring into yours while his hands disappear into your panties.

"Kook," you breathe out, "Guys are here."

And Seulgi, Minjae and Kiko too.

"They're all sleeping," he says, finger circling your clit as you bite into your lower lip to prevent yourself from moaning. "I checked when I went to take a piss."

Snorting, you let out a chuckle of disbelief. "Wow, that's so hot. Thank you." you tell him sarcastically, your words dying down when he starts to part your folds and slips one finger in.

"I'm honest," he tells you lightly, shrugging as if he's not fingering you right now. He pumps his finger, nuzzling his face to your neck as he starts sucking your skin there. "You love when I'm honest."

"Mhm," you moan, back slightly arching when his finger rubs against your sensitive spot.

"You love when I do this," he purrs against your skin, adding another finger as he curls them inside your tight hole that makes you whimper.

Goosebumps appear all over your body, your hips slowly grinding against his palm as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out. The sound of your wetness is muffled by your clothes, but it's still clear to your ears. It should be embarrassing how wet and hot you became just for him. Yes, the little make out that happened on your walk helped, but you both know it doesn't take a long for him to make you crave for his touch, pleading him for more.

"I do," you let out a choked moan, eyes rolling back when he adds another finger, penetrating your heat even more.

Your walls are wrapped around his fingers, swallowing them in with so much eagerness that makes Jungkook proud.

"You're so needy," he growls, grazing his teeth against your jaw before he kisses it. Your hands clutch onto your sleeping bag desperately, all while he lets out a dark chuckle. "So needy for my touch, for me."

You should be embarrassed because he's right. You tend to act tough, not necessarily in these kinds of scenarios, but still. Even Jungkook knows that and whenever he can stomp on the confidence and tease you, he takes the chance and does it. However, you don't feel an ounce of embarrassment. Agreeing with him, you nod and purr at the same time, body desperately meeting his hands as he picks up the pace.

"I am," you agree, voice strained as you try to control yourself. It feels good, so fucking good, but you don't want to cum just yet. You want to enjoy this for as long as it's possible.

"Oh, baby. You know all you gotta do is tell me and I'll give you everything you want," Jungkook feigns sorrow, knowing those words drive you crazy. He feels you clenching around him, your moans silenced by you biting a lower lip, and that's all he needs to be smirking. "I'd have fuck you against that tree, if you weren't scared someone might see." he whispers darkly into your ear, biting onto your earlobe.

It all happens quick, too quick for you to control it or cherish the way pleasure shoots through your whole body, while you're cumming. Your moans in the form of Jungkook's name are silenced by his mouth enveloping yours. As much as he wants to hear you, his name leaving your mouth repeatedly, he can't let anyone else hear you.

He fucks you through your orgasm, stopping when he hears you whimper from overstimulation. Pulling out his fingers, he puts them into his mouth and makes sure you're watching him when he does that. Your heat throbs, both at the sight and the euphoric feeling of your orgasm, yet you don't have enough. Especially not when you see him licking his fingers clean before he kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and lips. He growls, hovering over you while his tongue attacks the inside of your mouth. Your tongues dance together, moving swiftly like it's the easiest thing to do. Hands disappearing under his hoodie, you let yourself feel his naked back moving forward to his abs.

He can't help it, you're too irresistible even if it's in a freaking tent and in the middle of mountains with his friends sleeping nearby. Maybe even that small fact makes him go feral, grinding his crotch against you. Getting out of your sleeping bag has never been easier, your hands busy trying to take off Jungkook's sweatpants while he takes off his hoodie, along with his shirt.

"Fuck, I need you." he says, before he kisses you again and helps you to take off your shirt. He's met with your exposed breasts, licking his bottom lip at your puckered nipples which he wraps his mouth around.

The sensation is amazing, his warm mouth warming your whole body all over again and just like that, you feel that same need to fill your pleasure needs. Jungkook's movements are eager, so eager that he tosses his sweatpants rather carelessly causing the piece of clothing to bump into the tent's walls. The tent shakes, causing you to giggle as he shushes you by his lips, chuckling into the kiss. He helps you to undress, making sure he heats up your body with his feverish kisses and constant rubbing of your exposed skin.

"Fuck me, Kook." you plead, nails grazing his exposed and muscular back he's flexing while he's hovering over you.

"Oh, I will," he promises, leaning down to kiss your collarbones as he makes up your neck and jaw. "But you need to be quiet, yeah?"

His voice is low, sending another set of shivers down your spine as you gulp, pressing your thighs together.

"I thought everyone's sleeping." you mutter, teasing him with eyes but you don't show it on your face, too focused on him to even lift the corner of your mouth in a smirk.

"They are," he nods, hands disappearing between your bodies as he spreads your legs and cups your heat which is still wet with your cum and another arousal. You're soaking wet, you can feel it slowly trailing down your ass and staining the unzipped sleeping bag underneath you. "But we don't wanna wake them up." he smirks, his eyes dancing in amusement almost as he's teasing you for being loud.

Oh, he certainly is. As soon as realization hits your face, he smirks even more while pulling away. Your eyes drop to his covered crotch, noticing an evident bulge that's growing with each passing minute. Unfortunately, your sight is dismissed when Jungkook starts to rummage through his bag that he put in the corner of your tent. He pulls out his wallet before he successfully gets the condom. When he turns around and meets your gaze, he sees your raised brow.

"You brought condoms?" you question, wondering if he planned on having sex here.

You sure didn't, not that you're complaining. But you're curious and you love to tease him whenever you get the chance. His doe eyes that were darkened just a few moments ago are completely switched to a wide eyed Jungkook, making look so innocent and young that it makes your heart jump.

"Well, not purposely. I always have them in my wallet." he explains, voice sounding soft all of a sudden.

His lips are set into a slight pout as he stares at you, looking wary for some reason. Little do you know it's because of the exact thing you're teasing him about. He worries that he just planned on having sex, even though there wouldn't be anything wrong with that. You both agreed on this, you two fucking. But still, it doesn't sit well with him knowing you might think he planned this. You're a beautiful woman, it doesn't take long for him to resist you. But you're his best friend before you're someone who he has sex with. He really wanted this trip to be about adventure and great memories, and he kind of let it go naturally. Whatever feels comfortable for you and everyone else. He definitely didn't expect Kiko to show up here, even though this exact topic occurred his night thoughts that made him wide awake for the most of the night.

"It's okay, Kook," you giggle, sitting up as you reach for him. "I'm just teasing you." you assure him, seeing his tensed muscles relax before he scoffs.

"Screw you." he murmurs, grinning as he opens the wrapper by opening it with his teeth while his other hand is too busy pulling his length out.

Taking off his boxers, your mouth salivate wishing you could see him instead of being met with his outline. Judging by the way his hands move and body rustles against the blankets, you know he's giving himself a few pumps before he puts the condom on.

"You're about to." you fill the silence, smirk audible in your voice as he chuckles and gets closer to you.

Adjusting your positions, so he's nestled between your legs, he gives you a kiss and lets his mouth stay on yours while he slowly fills you up. You know it's his way of shushing you, knowing you'd most likely whimper at the sudden stretch of his hardened length. The both of you are trying not to get caught after all. When he's all in, he detaches your lips as he leans his forehead against yours waiting for your signal. As soon as he registers the small nod and little 'go on', he pulls out slowly before he smashes in his way back. With each thrust he makes, the harder it gets to control your moans and even though you've never been that awfully loud, no matter how many times Jungkook teases you about it.

Your legs starts to hurt from the missionary position and with a quick squeeze of his bicep, Jungkook slows down and questionably tilts his head. Without saying a word, your palms sprawl against his chest as you push him while sitting up. He gets the message, laying down immediately while he slips out of you in the process. Hovering over him, you let your legs to rest against his side while you grab his length. Pumping him, you wish you could see that lustful glint in his eyes and the vulnerability that he doesn't show that often:

"Baby," he moans, hands gripping your hips.

Chuckling, you position him against your entrance before you sink down onto him, your eyes rolling back at the pleasure and stretch.

"Fuck, so tight." he groans, nails digging into your skin the entire time he fills you up. He doesn't stop even when you start to ride him, setting up a slower pace that makes less sounds. Nevertheless, the sound of your thighs meeting Jungkook's can't be manageable and it's clear to your ears.

With Jungkook's help, he starts to roll his hips into yours as he meets your thrusts, sending another wave of pleasure through your body with different intensity. It feels amazing, his length so deep inside of you, all while he keeps hitting your g-spot. Slowing down, you circle your hips as you kiss him. You really want to savor every minute and feeling he makes you feel, you don't want to cum just yet. Jungkook is in no rush, kissing you back slowly as he lets you take control. He lays there, enjoying the way you move your hips. After kissing for a few minutes, you start to pick up your pace which becomes tougher, considering how long you've been in this position. Your thighs already ache from the stretch, but thanks to Jungkook who notices your struggle, he starts to meet your thrusts like he's done before.

Everything is slow, yet sensual and intense. It makes your head spin and your heart swell with foreign and wonderful feeling. You can't go all wild, knowing there's everyone just a few meters away from you while you're surrounded in complete silence. But even without this little fact, it still feels right. Maybe it's because you're both lazy and sleepy, just wanting to enjoy the pleasure and something different. If you knew better, you'd say this is how making love feels like.

You almost slap yourself at that, knowing you're nowhere emotionally near that. But it feels nice to have him this close, it's different from the sex you had before.

Considering you've had an orgasm and your walls are still sensitive, you feel yourself tightening as your arms fail you and you fall onto Jungkook's chest. He takes over, still laying underneath you as he grabs your hips and starts to pick up the pace. Even from his submissive position, you may say, he's able to take control and hit all the right spots within your walls. Hands gripping your ass, he spreads your ass cheeks while his nails dig into your skin again. It's the first time tonight when it feels, what can be considered, as a rough move.

"Kook," you whimper, mouth pressed against his shoulder with eyes screwed shut, as you feel another orgasm approaching you.

"Shhh," he reminds you, letting out a grunt when he sets an almost animalistic pace. His balls smack against your ass, the sound already too loud to be heard outside, but you don't stop.

Pleasure washes you all over again, your mouth ready to leave the loudest moan as your whole body shakes. What you do comes naturally, in the desperation to silence your moans, and you gently bite onto Jungkook's shoulder while he keeps fucking you.

He grunts, your teeth digging into his skin although, it's nothing unbearable or too painful, but it shocks him. Few more pumps and he's coming into the condom with a silenced growl. His thrusts get sloppier with each second, before he completely stops and his length starts to twitch. You wish you could feel him cumming inside of you, despite the littlest feeling of him filling the condom, it's nothing too recognizable. When he's done, he sighs and drops his head down while he hugs you closer to him. His arms leave your ass and they wrap around your frame, gripping you tightly making you giggle.

"Fuck, that was amazing." you comment, pecking his shoulder where you bit him. It's too dark to see if there's any mark, but you hope not. You made sure you weren't biting him too hard.

"Yeah," he breathes, chest heaving with harsh breaths while his length starts to soften. "That was... different." he chuckles, hands gently caressing your back that makes you hum.

"I could fall asleep like this." you murmur against his neck, cuddling to him even more.

A soft chuckle leaves his mouth, his hand gently slapping your ass. "No, you can't sleep now. You gotta pee and put some clothes on, you're gonna get cold like this."

He's right, now that your lust has been fulfilled, you can already feel the real temperature in the tent. Your skin is no longer hot and that same rush of heat that came with each moment of pleasure is gone. Even though your body still tingles from the intense orgasm, it's just not enough to keep you warm anymore.

"Nooo," you whine, cuddling to him even more while your perked nipples rub against his chest. He bites his lower lip, cringing when his length slips out of you and you whine again. "Can't you just cover our bodies?"

You try, knowing you're just teasing him and you'll be shivering any minute. Jungkook groans at your stubbornness and you smile.

"No, now come on. Go pee." he slaps your ass again, making you jerk as you pull yourself up and stare at him.

"What if something's out there?" you ask, simply out of curiosity and maybe out of fear as well.

"I'm going with you, big baby," he grins, rolling his eyes at you that you can't see. He's sitting up, hoisting your bodies in the process. "But we need to put some clothes on."

Sighing, you put your clothes back on, cringing when your juices meet the material of your panties. Regardless of that, you fully dress yourself and let out a hum of content when you're warm again. Jungkook does the same thing, disposing himself of the condom full of his cum as he makes sure he'll throw it somewhere safe. You're both stumbling out of your tent, seeing there's no one awake and there's complete darkness around you. Good.

But still, when Jungkook lights up the flashlight on his phone, you're both grinning at yourselves and you just know, you're going to be sleeping heavenly tonight.

#networkbangtan #ksmutclub #ficswithluv #btswritingcafe #bts smut #jungkook x reader #bts angst #bts fluff #bts au #jungkook fic #personasintro #mutual help

[mapisgf]

The reason for her smile LW6 x reader

Alex Scott became a close friend of yours quickly, the both of you just clicked. you often partnered together since you were a world renowned photographer, photographing many celebrities. You had recently returned from living abroad in Italy. Upon arriving in London Alex offered you the opportunity to come take some photographs of a football star while she was being interviewed. This was also the perfect opportunity for you to catch up and work alongside each other. 

You made your way to the studio.

“I missed you so much.” Alex rushed into you hugging you tightly. “ I can't wait for you to meet Leah.”

“ Me too, I'm so happy we're working together again. Why didn't you tell me it was Leah Williamson? You know I'm a huge fan!”

You hear the door open and you're greeted by a blonde girl with a bright smile on her face. She wore brown trousers and a simple white crop top showing off her abs. In her hand three coffees. 

She sets the coffees down on a table and gives you a hug. 

“I'm Leah. It's nice to finally meet you y/n but i must say if anything i'm your biggest fan.”

“I don't believe you.” You say expecting her to not even know your name. Her blond hair was loose reaching her shoulders, a halo of blonde framing her face. She was even more gorgeous up close.

“She serious , Leah asked me if you would be available for today.” Alex took a sip from her coffee smirking at you. 

“Oh sorry i almost forgot i got you a coffee too.” her hands brushed against yours. It was from your favourite coffee shop and it was also your go to order.

“Oh my god this is my favourite coffee shop. How did you guess my order?” Leah just shrugs.

The photo shoot goes well. Leah changes outfits, styling herself looking impeccable due to her amazing sense of style. She often turns to smile at you, occasionally asking you questions it almost becomes a mix of her interviewing you. Suddenly Alex gets a phone call from her mom since it was just the three of you. You both tell her to go take the phone call . She steps outside the room leaving you to alone. 

“ Can I see some of the pictures you've taken?” Leah walks over to you and places a hand  on your back. You nod and show her some of the pictures so far.

“These look great , I really love your work, it just has so much warmth to it.”

“I think you and your smile put all the warmth in these pictures.” It was true her smile was like warm honey. She blushes and shakes her head in disagreement.

You walk over to your equipment on the table. Leah follows you and leans against the edge of the table. 

“What's your favourite club ?” You laugh and raise your head up to look at her. She wears a smirk on her face.

“Do i have to say arsenal.'' Leah playfully nudges you but shakes her head while biting her lip. 

“It's Barca . I loved watching them play while I lived in Spain i actually saw you play against them you broke some hearts after scoring that header.” 

She laughs and so do you. What you don't realise is Leah looking at you needing to make you laugh again. Leah doesn't want the day to end; she wants to keep talking to you. She wants to hear more about your time in France and Spain.

“You should come to an arsenal game sometime. Then you'd get to see how many hearts I can break.” She leans in closer brushing your hair out of your face. Your face gets hot, a blush creeping up on your skin. You hear Alex come back into the room you move away from Leah but not before whispering “Maybe I will if you ask me nicely.” Leah turns to look at you but you're already behind your camera .

The sun starts to set as the three of you say goodbye you don't realise that Leah hugs you for a seconds longer than she does Alex. You both walk Alex to her car but you realise you forgot something in the studio. Alex offers to go with you even though she is already in her car but Leah insists that shell go instead. 

You enter the studio and quickly find your missing piece of equipment. You turn back to look at Leah when she starts to speak.

“ Y/n will you please come watch my game on Saturday. I'm asking nicely. “ She smiles at you. 

You walk over to her and focus all your attention on her face. “I've never been to watch a football match for a first date.” You pray that she's actually interested in you starting to overthink what you just said. 

“Well there's always a first time and I promise a proper first date on Sunday.” You feel giddy at the promise of Sunday.

“Who says I want to go on a first and second date?” You ask her sarcastically of course. Leah smirks .

“ I have a feeling.”

She walks you to your car and helps you pack everything. She even opens you door for you. 

You look at each other you're about to say bye when she kisses you so sweetly . You melt into her touch. She pulls away.

“Goodnight y/n”

When you reach home you get a text from a number.

Leah - Hey love , it's Leah, here's your ticket for Saturday (she sends a picture). Can't wait to see you. Xx

You - The feelings mutual. Can't wait to take more pictures of you.

#woso x reader #woso #leah williamson x reader #arsenal #woso imagine #leah williamson imagine #alex scott #arsenal women

[just-cofffee]

Glimmers of the Past

- gojo satoru x reader

genre: just a little angst

In the midst of the kitchen, Satoru found himself surrounded by utensils and ingredients, determined to surprise Y/n with a delicious homemade dinner. However, his culinary skills left much to be desired. As he attempted to follow the recipe, the sauce burned, the pasta turned sticky, and the vegetables resembled more of an abstract art piece than an edible dish.

Y/n, observing the scene from the table, couldn't help but laugh at Satoru's desperate attempts to salvage the culinary disaster. Amidst laughter, she approached him and embraced him gently, reassuring him that the gesture meant more than the outcome. Satoru's eyes radiated adoration and love for the woman now in his arms, showering her with soft kisses all over her face.

Deciding to leave behind the culinary debacle, Satoru opted to order takeout. Together, they enjoyed an improvised dinner, sharing laughs as they relaxed on the couch, wrapped in blankets and watching cliché movies.

Satoru always made sure to demonstrate his love for Y/n. Despite his youth, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He was deeply in love with every aspect of Audrey: her voice, her soft hair, her smooth skin, and her exquisite aroma.

-

His heart ached with pain and betrayal as the evidence unfolded before him. Evidence confirming his alleged cooperation and collusion with Geto Suguru. First, the loss of his best friend, and now, the betrayal of the one he believed was the love of his life.

"I didn't do anything, Toru, it's false, you have to believe me," she pleaded, but Satoru was blinded by anger and pain. He shouted without listening, wounded to the core. You understood his pain, but he was also hurting you, accusing you unfairly with words filled with hatred and contempt.

"Leave, or you will regret it," he snapped, his tone icy and filled with hate, cutting you like a sharp dagger. It pained you to feel those bitter emotions directed towards you. You tried to approach, but his infinity was active, something that had never happened before. Wiping away your tears, you decided to leave…

-

And there you were, shining like an angel, ethereal as he remembered you. So close, yet so far away. He watched as you laughed, illuminated by the jokes of one of your fellow teachers. A knot formed in the depths of his stomach, rising up his throat like a blazing fire as he watched you share laughs with that man who was clearly flirting with you.

Satoru knew your gestures, your looks, your laughter, and he could sense that you didn't perceive the true intentions of that individual, just as it had been with him in the past. A familiar feeling of helplessness and pain washed over him as he watched the scene from a distance, trapped in a sea of turbulent emotions.

It had been more than six years since the last time he saw you, and, by all the gods, you were even more stunning. Your hair now cascaded like a waterfall down your back, framing your face with a beauty that had matured, yet still retained the same tenderness that had always characterized you. What never changed was your gaze, that pair of eyes that always hypnotized him, making him nervous like the first time he approached you. Those eyes, seemingly normal, were magical and unique to him, capable of unleashing a storm of emotions within him. Now, that last look you gave him continued to haunt him, filled with pain.

He didn't rest for a moment until he found the truth, and when he finally unearthed it, he was consumed by a burning desire to disappear. He loathed himself with a searing hatred that devoured him from within; he had falsely accused you. He fought to find you, but, as expected, you slipped masterfully through the shadows, out of his reach. There you were, just a few meters away, perhaps unaware of his presence, and your eyes, as if they could read his mind, observed him with a mixture of confusion and curiosity..

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[balkanradfem]

So, I'm going to tell you an unusual story, and you do not have to believe me that it's true; I urge you, in fact, to disbelieve it, and to conclude I simply made it all up. But, if I write it now, it might be proven right at one point in the future, and then I can say 'I was right, I called this.'

As a child, I used to have a favourite tree. It was a big oak tree, with the lowest branches just low enough for me to grab and climb on. The ants were always crawling up on it. I would climb this tree and watch the sunset trough the frame of its branches.

I also often felt lonely and troubled as a child, so I would sit with my back leaning to the tree, and I would tell stories, things I couldn't say to people. Sometimes I would come there seeking advice, not knowing how to go about life. The tree was, as all trees are, a great listener. I can't tell you what the tree was thinking, but I was sure we were becoming friends.

One day, I wondered what the tree's story was. And I was a weirdo little child, okay, I was convinced I could communicate with anything, that I could feel anyone's emotions. And it was not a magical thing,  kids sometimes develop some extra senses when they're in an environment where they have to watch out for other's moods. I was convinced that me + tree communication was possible. So that one day, I wanted to hear the tree's story. I pressed my entire body to the trunk and concentrated. I could almost feel energy flowing trough the tree, I could swear that I felt it. I imagined what must be in there. And then I saw something interesting. The trees roots continued underground, far beyond what I expected they would, and they had a way to connect and communicate with other trees down there. They could tell what was happening to the other trees that way. They were all connected underground.

This wasn't all I saw, but I'll come back to it.

I was impressed and fascinated by this new knowledge. Trees could share information. Trees knew if you were nice to another tree, especially if it was the same species. Word got around. They knew where other trees were growing too, and how many. I was happy to know that my tree was not alone and was in contact with all other trees, even when it grew alone. I didn't share this knowledge with anyone, as it would be impossible to explained how I gained this information.

Years later, it was discovered that trees do communicate underground, using mycelium as their communications network. 'Hm', I thought, seeing those news. 'I already knew that. It seems they only figured it out now'. I didn't know about the mycelium though, I just knew they were communicating. So I did get correct information back there as a kid, it was just too unusual for me to believe it.

However the discoveries didn't encompass everything I'd seen. There's another piece of information I got back then, that isn't yet – and maybe it won't be discovered at all.

I didn't just see the trees communicating down there. I saw them having conferences.

It wasn't constant and ongoing communication, the trees had set times where they would all focus, share their information, and they made decisions based on the information they gathered. So the trees are not only communicating, they also problem-solve and make decisions together. It makes me think of the communal sharing of forests – if one tree is weak and isn't getting enough nutrients or light, the other trees, or the mother tree would send that tree enough nutrients to survive, which makes it more likely that a tree would thrive in a forest, than alone. I feel like that's the kind of thing they might be deciding on their meetings, which trees need the most help and how those resources are allocated to them. I think this is a correct way to hold a community.

They also share the information about when predators or pests about to attack, and some trees are able to change the taste of their leaves or the chemicals in their trunks, in order to deter the enemy. Which I think is really cool for them to be able to do. Again, I have to conclude that the trees are superior to us.

So, I haven't been able to build another close connection to a tree like that (maybe you have to be a child in order to attain such special things), so I can't go ask another tree more about it, but that's what I have. Underground tree conferences. If in 10 years scientists come out with research supporting this, you knew it first. If not, well hey, we can theorize about trees, it's not illegal.  

Again I do not claim I accrued this knowledge trough magical means, and maybe I'm just lying. But, if you're still reading, I can tell you that trees growing in close proximity to humans, are much more friendly to humans, than those in wild, abandoned forests. Some trees have a wacky sense of humor and will attempt to make humans laugh. Some trees show certain levels of concern over humans – we're very soft, squishy and fragile in comparison to them! And we get stressed a lot, while trees get stressed during droughts and pest pressure, which doesn't happen all the time. Trees have a greater sense of acceptance, there's things above their power to change and they make peace with it easier than we do.

So there's the information I gathered trough unusual means, and I while I cannot promise its reliability, I do think it's all good fun. And be nice to your trees. Because all other trees will hear about it.

#trees #forbidden tree knowledge #mycelium network #forest #nature #environmental #story #tree story #favourite tree #i miss you tree #i wish i could go there again and check up on it

[electrosair]

Where do they like to kiss? dendro + electro ver.

english isn’t my first language, sorry for mistakes

characters: al haitham + baizhu + kaveh + tighnari + cyno (separate)

word count: almost 1k

Al Haitham

Top of the head.

Somehow or other he has to show that he's still the cool guy, so he won't give you a lot of kisses or affectionate caresses in front of people. But once it's just the two of you, things change.

I was sitting on his lap, head buried in the hollow of his neck and half asleep, focusing solely on how his chest expanded and sank with each breath in rhythm with mine. He held a book in his hands and his eyes moved from left to right, reading every word and occasionally letting out little murmurs. He closed the book abruptly, perhaps unhappy with its contents, and I jumped at the noise. "Oh, sorry." He said in a soft tone and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to his torso. "You can go back to sleep." He sketched out a small laugh and pressed his lips against the top of my head, ruffling my hair slightly.

Baizhu

Wounds.

Hear me out, I know this probably sounds very typical or very weird or both at the same time. But for some reason my head only sees it possible for Baizhu to spend all his free time poking you in the scrapes and bruises so they 'heal faster'.

His work shift was over and we were relaxing quietly, ordering some new products that had just arrived at the pharmacy and talking about the day when he saw a previously unseen wound on the skin of my arm. "When did you get it? Let me see." He asked and dropped the jar of crushed herbs on a shelf, taking my wrist to closely examine the bruise. I quickly explained that it was a simple knock with a door, but Baizhu was adamant that it needed to be treated, not at all for the fact that he loved the feel of my skin under his touch. "Does it hurt much?" His fingers caressed the bruise on the outside of my arm and when I nodded slightly he brought his warm lips to it.

Kaveh

Cheeks.

Okay, but Kaveh getting upset about his job? Why do I feel like he would come back to you for a lot of comfort after a day with really annoying customers? He'd ask you for advice only to have you say one sentence to him, light up his own light bulb and shower you all over the face with kisses.

I was already tucked up in bed and Kaveh had not yet arrived home. The sounds of Al Haitham's footsteps stopped quite a while ago and the worry began to grow on me, only then the door opened and the noise returned to the house. Kaveh appeared through his door frame, looking drunk as he propped himself up so as not to fall. I jumped out of the sheets to go hold him down and sit him on the edge of the mattress, questions coming out of my mouth as I tried to check if he was okay. "Customers are insufferable, not like you." He mumbled vaguely, his arms gripped me tightly and he leaned me against his own body. I tried to speak again, but he cut me off before I could. "Oh, I should have thought of that before, just having you here does it for me." He laughed and kissed my cheeks quickly, still drunk and slid over to scribble something in his notebook.

Tighnari

Forehead.

This man is too sweet to exist, he would try to give you a single kiss, maybe as a goodbye, a peck or something but he would just convince himself that it's not enough and kiss your forehead (or anywhere else) as well.

I could see him gathering his stuff in a backpack for today's expedition, he said something about a strange plant throughout the day yesterday but I didn't pay much attention to him from the moment he uttered the phrase 'it's too dangerous for you to go blah blah blah'. Once everything he saw as necessary for his outing was inside the green bag he approached me, that typical face that even if I asked him on my knees he wasn't going to let me go. "Before you ask, no." I rolled my eyes, holding back a small laugh and nodded my head. "Well, I'll be going now then, I'll be back in the evening." He left a kiss on my lips and headed for the exit of our cabin but before he left he turned on his own heels and ran up to me again, leaving a kiss on my forehead.

Cyno

Legs.

This definitely sounds weird, but let me explain. I'm 100% sure Cyno would take you on some missions with him and you'd come back in pain from all that walking, so there's nothing better than kisses to relieve.

I kept my eyes closed as I groaned lying down, my calves felt more sore than usual and I knew perfectly well that tomorrow I was going to have a stiffness that wouldn't let me walk, but still I didn't plan to let Cyno down once I told him I would accompany him, at least for this week. "Is something wrong, do you want to rest?" I merely pointed to my legs, looking at him with abandoned puppy dog eyes, maybe I'd get him to give me a piggyback ride or more rest time. "What does that mean?" he asked and crouched down to my height, running his hand down my legs gently as he inspected. Noticing my expressions of pleasure as he massaged, he smiled and began spreading kisses all over my exposed skin, getting giggles from me.

#genshin impact #fluff #genshin impact blurb #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact headcanons #al haitham #al haitham x reader #al haitham fluff #baizhu #baizhu x reader #baizhu fluff #kaveh #kaveh x reader #kaveh fluff #tighnari #tighnari x reader #tighnari fluff #cyno #cyno x reader #cyno fluff

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Hey Liz, today marks a day after my birthday and I haven't cut a cake yet. My father forgot to buy me a cake which is okay i guess? Some people don't even get to cut it even once in their life, so what if this year is this way, but nonetheless I'm a little depressed, cried a little but I'm fine now..

Damon, Azreal and Amor have a special place in my heart so how about a tidbit where they see reader celebrating her birthday alone in the middle of a cold park? Hehe i think it'll cheer me up as my only birthday present this year ^^

Thanks, i love you and sorry if it's too much to ask, you can ignore it:)

-🌼

Yandere men and their Darling's lonely birthday

Aw 🌼anon, it's completely valid to feel like that. We all have our own problems and struggles, wants and desires. No need to degrade your own wants for others. Sure, it makes you somehow feel better, but sometimes thinking for yourself is okay.

Don't worry! I got your other ask correcting who the yanderes you wanted the scenarios with. But, as a small gift/bonus, I decided to add all of them!

Btw, happy belated birthday 🌼! May your days from here on out will be filled with mirth and joy, with little to no sad days (/^-^(^ ^*)/

ALSO FORGIVE ME, THE PLOT IS ALL ANGST AND I CAN'T TWIST IT TO A HAPPIER ONE--

YAN! ASSASSIN

Azrael, whistling due to another successful mission, had his mind set on finding his darling to celebrate. Although, there is a nagging feeling in his heart that he forgot something important.

Surely, if he forgot it, it's not that important. Right?

It was already night time when he passed by the abandoned park. He saw a figure in there, softly singing happy birthday to themself.

"Pfft. Loser." Azrael rolled his eyes before jogging towards the bakery to find the perfect cake to celebrate.

It was warm inside, a stark contrast to the snowy cityscape outside. It felt like a whiplash from the difference of the temperature, but did it feel good.

He remembered the figure celebrating their birthday in the park once more. He felt bad for them, so he bought hot chocolate for them to drink up with.

But, as he paid for the food, he realized he's feeling bad for a stranger. A stranger.

Strange.

The bell rang once he got out. His eyebrows scrunched up as he slowly walked towards the park. The snow scrunching beneath him.

It felt like cold water was splashed onto him when he realized something was amiss.

No, someone was amiss.

There was his darling, eating cake in the cold winter by themself. He felt his blood run cold as he's rooted to the floor. His eyes followed their movement. The way their hands slightly tremble as they used a plastic fork to eat cake. Their lips chapped and cracked from the cold.

"Darling..." He whispered, slowly going to him.

He forgot his darling's birthday...

He knelt in front of you, who was surprised to see him. You cleared your throat, clearly not wanting the pity.

"I am so sorry..." He whispered, his hand clutching his chest. His eyes wide as tears slowly formed. "I forgot your birthday. The day you were given to me..."

He didn't even ask you why you didn't tell him, why you're celebrating outside, or why you're alone.

"Darl, I got cake here too. Here! Hot chocolate. drink it. Please." Azrael whispered, siding with you and making sure that his body heat overwhelmed you.

He kissed your head, hugging your body.

Were you this small against his frame?

You were usually so cold and high strung. But in this case, even if you were complaining, guilt ate him up so much as he buried his lips on yours.

Forgive me for forgetting darling. Forgive me...

YAN! JOCK Damon bursts through the gym doors, irritated and angry by the fact that his coach extended practice for him. He didn't even bother hiding his real self as his fellow teammates pursed their lips, scared by the sudden change in Damon.

"Damon! Get back here!" The captain yelled, not aware of the sudden rage surging through his blood.

"You don't order me! You hear?!" Damon, filled with trepidation, roared out at the now stunned captain. "Because of you... Because of coach... FUCK!"

He didn't even grab his bag. Only the giant gift bag as he ran through the railings and hedges towards the parking lot.

Hopping on his motorcycle, he revved it up and sped out. He didn't even hear the guard yelling at him. All he knew is that you were waiting for him.

His jaw ticked with worry. Eyes now filled with agitation as his heart pumped through his chest.

You were already waiting for two hours.

TWO HOURS.

His phone was dead. With no outlets available, and with his useless teammates not having their phones with them too, he was dreading the clock as it ticks by.

He almost ran over people and had a huge risk of crashing on a truck just to get to you.

He didn't even bother parking in the right spot once he got to the park.

His legs, powerful as they may, felt so slow as he ran through the park's entrance.

He's so close. Please, please... He hopes you're still there.

Then, he saw a familiar head of hair.

Damon froze, before shaking off of his daze immediately.

Turning to his right, he pushed pass annoyed people and onto the denser parts of the park.

And there you are.

You don't even look sad, annoyed, or angry.

You're just quietly playing with the half eaten bento cake. You didn't even care that people were staring at you with pity, or worse, mockery.

And, when Damon arrived with a gift bag, they assumed the worse and whispered quietly amongst themselves.

He flushed red before walking towards you.

"Hey... I'm sorry i'm late..." He almost punched himself. That's the first thing he says?!

"It's okay." You sighed before shrugging. "Really."

Guilt ate him up alive as he felt the distance between you two widened greatly.

You felt so out of reach that it's almost dizzying to think of.

He shakily handed you the gift, which you gently took without a word or a peep.

"Thanks."

"I... I'm truly sorry. I swear it's not my fault. The coach, the captain, they held me back and I just..." He tried to reason, but you only smiled.

A formal, heartachingly distant smile.

Please don't leave me...

YAN! PLAYER (Genuinely speaking, Amor wouldn't forget your birthday. If he himself forgot, the gods would remind him. But if he did...)

Amor clutched his head.

He just woke up and the gods are bombarding him with messages. So mixed that he can't decipher the messages properly.

But all of them had the same tune.

"It's Y/N's birthday!"

Amor felt his heart squeeze in pain.

It's his darling's birthday?!

How could he forget?

How dare he sleeps through it?!

He scrambled upwards and to the end table. Almost hitting his skull on the headboard as he read the time.

The suddenly felt so cold when he realized it's already 10pm.

How much did he drink that he only got to wake up now?

He didn't waste any time. He immediately grabbed his coat and wore his pants. He didn't even pay attention to his butler as he made a mad dash towards the parking lot.

"God! Why is the mansion so big?!" He yelled throughout the house, his voice echoing his paranoia, announcing in the middle of the night.

When he reached the parking lot, he's already a mess. He got to the nearest car and slammed the door shut once he got inside.

The gods buzzed in his ear again, calling him useless as he could just use their powers.

"SHUT UP! I'M ALREADY PANICKING, ALRIGHT?!" For the first time in his years in this life, he felt so helpless as he bangs his head on the stirring wheel. "Please... Just tell me where they are?"

The gods whispered before one of them finally got the location.

"The park? Alright. Why are they... Whatever."

Stomping on the accelerator, he drove through the weavings of cars inside the parking lot before impatiently honking at the large garage vault door to open.

"OPEN THE GATES!" He yelled through the intercom when he passed by the garage intercom so he could just speed through without waiting for the gates to open.

It felt like a blur as he zoomed through the city. His head was spinning from the ache in his heart as he stopped at the parking lot.

He took his time, biting his already broken nails as he sped walk through the park. He doesn't even know why you were there. Maybe you had a party there?

He's hopeful. Even if he's getting insanely jealous from the prospect of you being with someone else, it was much better than being...

"Alone..." Amor whispered, his eyes glazing over with overwhelming love and pain at seeing you singing by yourself in a somewhat cheerful way.

Were you always this alone?

"Hi..." He cleared his throat, his heart aching as you looked up at him with a pleasant and excited surprise.

You looked so happy seeing him. His heart yearned to ease your loneliness.

"Uh hi, I was just passing by. And couldn't help but hear it's your birthday!" He tried to cheerfully say, but the edge of sadness was evident and he wished that you can't hear it. "And I figured hey, it's my favorite barista's birthday. Why not celebrate it! Come on, my treat. You can get all of the gifts you want!"

He gave a wide grin, now a small seed of hope planting inside of him as your eyes now held a genuine happiness in them.

I will spoil you greatly, darling. Never you will be lonely again.

YAN! VILLAIN Eros sighed, massaging his temples as he looked through the mountain of work in front of him, now reduced to a small stack.

He's happy that he got through the work the new Emperor gave him. After all, the ascension to the throne is never not the busy one. Everything needs to be smooth for the new ruler.

Once he finished, he called for his butler to give all the documents to the palace by tomorrow.

Eros got out of the room and summoned a shadow, ordering it to see what you're doing right now.

The nagging feeling that he forgot something was so strong though. He knew that something was wrong, and he just can't shake it off.

He found himself going to his room and his walk in closet, picking at the seems of one of his suits for a ball.

Then, his shadow returned.

He paled.

He hastily wore the suit, desperately yelling for maids to get inside to help him wear the outfit.

It's your birthday banquet today?! How could he forget?!

And if it's your birthday banquet, then the prince...

As the maids, confused yet still doing what he's ordering to, retouched his face, he couldn't help but feel his overprotectiveness surge through his body.

"Okay, that's enough! Out, now!" The maids bowed before scurrying away.

"Where is it?! Where is it?!"

He finally found the jewelry box in his drawer. Grabbing his late mother's (Ugh) necklace, he hastily found a velvet box to put it in.

The necklace, passed down to women of his family, will be given to you in your "anniversary"

But he doesn't give a damn about that anymore.

Swallowed by his shadows, he appeared in front of your chateau and marched upwards the stairs.

He ignored the people who greeted him, but their eyes were telling him that something happened.

"Announcing, Duke Eros!"

His eyes scanned around the ball and zeroed on Yuno and Elysia dancing in the middle of the ball. No remorse as this fiance of yours paraded his mistress.

He felt sick.

And where are you?!

He made a mad dash towards the middle and pushed away Elysia before grabbing Yuno by the collar, making the people gasp in fear.

"You fucker. You're dancing with your mistress in your fiancee's ball?! How low could you go?!" He yelled, making the people bow their heads in shame, including Yuno.

He threw Yuno to the ground, glared at Elysia, before going outside the mansion.

"Sweetheart! I'm here! Where are you?" He yelled, looking around the gardens.

He heard your soft weeps, and his protectiveness surged through him.

"Sweetheart! Where are y-- there you are." He gulped, seeing your teary eyes look up at him. His heart clenched. "What happened?"

"That lowly woman!" You spoke through unbridled tears. "She dares humiliate me on my own birthday? Telling the whole ball she slept with..."

You didn't even finish talking when you felt queasy to the stomach from the memory.

"And you... I thought you'll protect me?" You whispered, eyes brimming once more with tears. "I felt so helpless there. Their eyes felt so forebodding..."

As you sobbed through the pain, Eros's heart ached for you.

With shaky hands, he opened the velvet box and gently made you wear it. The cold jewel felt oddly warm on your skin as your senses were filled with his scent.

"I truly apologize for not being there to protect you." He whispered, brushing away your hair. "Now, shall we go back inside to let Yuno and Elysia see who are they messing with?"

I promise to protect you always, Darling. So cry in my arms, i'll brush those tears away.

YAN! HOSPITAL CHAIRPERSON

(It won't make sense for you to be in a park since you did get unwittingly imprisoned in his mansion. So, I adjusted a bit.)

Xavier had another tiring day in the hospital. It was annoying, as the stakeholders are continuously badgering him to expand his business to other ventures.

He already has his hands full with the hospitals and clinics. What more if he decided to go beyond the medical field?

He groans, driving through the night back home.

Once he got to the house though, he caught a whiff of something sweet.

Cake.

"Oh no..."

He rushed to the kitchen, not even sanitizing first.

There he saw you. Your head buried on your arms as you sat in front of the island counter. An unlit birthday cake in front of you.

It was cold, dark. The only light there is the moon illuminating your sad and lonely figure.

A cry was about to claw out of his throat as he slowly approach you.

"Hi... How's my birthday celebrant?" He winced, the shame and self anger evident on his voice. "S-surely I didn't make you wait too long..."

In denial.

Then he noticed the liquor bottles in the sink. Two bottles, empty.

He can smell the alcohol on your body. The island had a puddle of wetness too, clear and leading up to your cheeks.

A sob threatened to get out of his body as he hugged your figure.

"I'm sorry for coming home so late..." He whispered, kissing your head. "I really thought you won't want to celebrate with me... I guess i'm wrong."

He watches your body rise and fall, fully asleep and drunk.

"Let's celebrate tomorrow. No, the whole week." He whispers, putting the cake in the fridge before gently carrying you upstairs to your room.

I'll make it up to you, completely. So, sleep tight, love.

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“I Won’t Say I’m In Love...With Her”

Summary: Aemond is still over you or the fact he’s supposed to marry your sister, trying to be ever the gentleman toward Nerissa until he caves to his true desires and attempts once more on making you his

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Word count: 5.6k

A/n: Part 2 of What’s The Meaning Of This

Aemond could not stop thinking about you. His world felt like it was crashing around him without you beside him. Aemond had been spending most of his time in his room, unable to sleep and hardly eating. His thoughts would wander to you often, imagining what it would be like if you were his wife and how different things would be. He had loved you for so long and had finally lost you, and he knew that your choice to have him marry Nerissa would only lead to more heartbreak for himself. Aemond’s days were spent wallowing in his grief and his nights were spent dreaming of you. He couldn’t bear to be apart from you anymore. One night, after spending hours imagining what it would be like to hold you in his arms, he made a decision. Aemond had to be with you, even if it meant doing something drastic.He knew what he had to do, in order to be with the person he truly loved.

Nerissa had been going around once home with you about how well everything went and how excited she was to marry the prince, you continued go about your business thinking all would be well once he actually married your sister but didn't know he was still planning on trying to win you over and talk this out since your family wasn't listening thinking that Nerissa was a good match for him. Aemond had hoped that Nerissa’s constant bragging of their future marriage would make you see just how wrong your decision was. It was clear that Nerissa did not deserve to marry Aemond and he wanted nothing more than to make that clear to everyone. The last thing he wanted to do was go to your home and try to sort this out with Nerissa, but he knew there was no other choice. He arrived at your family home and knocked loudly on the front door.

Clara the maid had been busy cleaning before she opened the door and froze in her spot seeing the tall prince wondering why the king's son was here or if he had chosen to wed Nerissa like the young girl had claimed, snapping out of it as she quickly bowed to him and allowed him to come in to the home as she lightly tilted her head "Your majesty how can I help you?". Nerissa was in her chambers brushing her hair as you were outside in your small favorite hiding area since you were a child where you could simply be by yourself without thinking too much. As Aemond entered the home, he noticed Clara. He was well aware that she knew of the arrangement between Nerissa and him that he wished to break. He hoped to convince you to change your mind, but he knew the odds were against him. He would have to use a more delicate approach to win you back.“I wish to speak with Lady Y/n. Will you please call her for me?” Aemond made sure to be polite with Clara, as he didn’t wish for her to tell Nerissa about his visit.

Clara gave a small smile as she shook her head answering him "She's not in at the moment, but Lady Nerissa is", Not getting the chance to alert anyone since Nerissa and the parents were talking as they walked before Nerissa saw Aemond and happily walked over to him as she wrapped her arms around his tall frame and kissed his cheek not noticing him pulling away "Hello my darling missed me?". Aemond was not expecting Nerissa to be the first person he saw as he entered the house. He quickly regained his composure as he pulled himself away from her. He put a hand on Nerissa’s shoulder and tried to give her a polite smile as he replied to her question.“Good afternoon, Nerissa. As a matter of fact, I have been missing you.” It was a lie, but there was no need to hurt Nerissa’s feelings.“May I have a word with you in private?”.

Nerissa grinned at the words as she truly thought he must have come around to the idea of marrying her and living life with her beside him, nodding her head as she heard her parents speak up about having a chaperone with them both as they chose Clara to follow after them both. Nerissa took Aemond’s hand in her own as she started walking with him outside still smiling as Clara followed behind both quietly feeling awful since she could see what Nerissa didn't want to. Aemond walked with Nerissa as Clara silently followed behind. He knew that Nerissa was expecting him to be her future husband, and he didn’t want to ruin that image of him for her. But, he wished to convince her of the truth, in order to be with you. When they both eventually came to stop, Aemond took Nerissa’s hands and looked at her with his violet eyes.“Nerissa, there’s something important I need to tell you.”

Nerissa continued to hold his hands not used to there being so much quiet that she didn't seem to like but smiled as she stood up straight hearing his words, looking down as he took her hands and felt special before she looked back up at him as she nodded her head curiously as to what he needed to speak of "Is this about the bedding ceremony? I'm sure it'll be fine darling....And if it's about if I've been with anyone I haven't but I'm happy it'll be you." The words Nerissa spoke were nothing more than a hammer hitting Aemond with its full force. He felt his heart sink at her words and felt the urge to tell her the truth. But he couldn’t do that to her. He would have to play along.“We aren’t speaking about the bedding ceremony. I just wanted to ask you about the letters we had been sending each other.”Aemond stared into Nerissa’s eye, trying his best to hide his sadness and contempt towards the arrangement of their marriage. 

Nerissa brightened at his words as she laced their fingers together feeling excited that he seemed to like her better now, nodding her head in understanding before she tilted her head having pushed away any thoughts about feeling bad that now she had Aemond even if at first he had wanted you but gave him a sweet smile "What about them darling?". Aemond looked down at the interlocked fingers and tried his best to keep up with Nerissa’s excitement. But, no matter how much he tried, he simply could not ignore his true feelings. He knew that he did not want this, but he also knew that he needed to keep up the guise in order for him to achieve his goals with you. “I just wanted to know why you stole my letters. I wrote those to Lady Y/n, not you.”

Nerissa rolled her eyes as her smile dropped before she pulled her hand away from his, crossing her arms over her chest, she looked up at him shaking her head gently before she spoke no longer holding excitement in her tone "Aemond I thought we were over that? You have me now, you do not need my sister now be happy about this, otherwise I'll make Y/n never comes near you again." Aemond could feel his temper flare as Nerissa spoke to him so condescendingly. This woman was so delusional and thought that she was the one for Aemond, when in fact it was you who he wanted. Aemond didn’t know how to hide his frustration at that moment and could only stare back at her with a cold expression on his face. Aemond was taken aback by the sudden shift in Nerissa’s behavior, and he wasn’t sure why she was being so harsh towards him all of a sudden. He decided to ignore her words for now and continue to play along with the deception. “Nerissa, you do understand that I intended to marry Y/n, but I am happy. I just did not think we needed to rush things like our marriage.” This was all a lie, but Aemond hoped Nerissa would believe that he still cared about her. Nerissa continued to stare up at Aemond as her eyes narrowed while she took in the words letting them process, slowly nodding her head before smiling once more as she wrapped her arms around his and leaned in close to him before she looked up again "I suppose your right, this will be a grand affair it does need to be perfect." Leaning up as she kissed his cheek "But bring up Y/n or changing your mind and I'll make sure Y/n knows what kind of man you are" She spoke sweetly as if seeing no problem with her words but gently started dragging him back to her family house.

Aemond didn’t like what Nerissa had threatened to do if he brought up you again or refused to marry her, but he continued to play along with the arrangement as they walked towards the family house. He hoped to be able to convince you of his true feelings for you, but with Nerissa’s threat, that plan was in jeopardy. As they walked, Aemond tried not to think about all that had happened, and instead chose to focus on his current situation. Nerissa continued on walking before going and telling a servant to set up a room for the prince for the night, knowing it would be scandalous if he shared a room with her even if that's what she truly wanted she knew soon enough such things wouldn't matter. Clara was cleaning once back inside before looking over as she noticed Nerissa leaving and slowly walked over to Aemond giving him another bow before she looked up and spoke quietly "My prince I do apologize for how things happened, Y/n didn't believe your first letter was for her but I should've spoken up sooner. If you do wish to speak with Y/n she went out to her favorite spot just outside where the trees are it's hidden but she should still be there."

Aemond felt his heart sink as Nerissa left and as he turned towards Clara. She was trying to help him, but he worried that Nerissa would find out. But he knew that it was important for him to speak with you, and he didn’t have many options to find you. He nodded towards Clara and spoke as quietly as he could. “Thank you, Clara; I appreciate the information.” Aemond made his way outside to the small clearing where you liked to spend time. Clara gave him a small smile as she nodded her head happy to help and try to make things better, "I'll say you went to look around the land" watching him leave through the door as she sighed before she went back to cleaning acting normal as possible. You had been out in a small clearing that was surrounded by trees and flowers often out here on a small soft blanket with snacks and water while you read whatever new book you got but had slowly fallen asleep.

As Aemond approached the clearing with you, he could see that you were peacefully asleep. He knew he should wake you up, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. He walked over and sat down next to you and looked at you. Your beauty was unmatched by anything he had ever seen before and he felt his heart ache at the sight of you. He was filled with love for you and he wished for nothing more than to spend his future with you. He slowly laid down on the blanket to enjoy the moment with you. You turned over in your sleep leaning closer against Aemond as your book closed, not fully awake as you barely opened your eyes as you looked up at him thinking his being right there was a part of her dream "Aemond? What are you doing here?". Yawning softly but closed your eyes not thinking much about this. Aemond smiled as he felt you lean closer to him and close your eyes again. He was still not sure whether he wanted to wake you and convince you that you could be together once more. He leaned in and kissed your cheek gently as he felt his heart racing faster in his chest. In order to see his true intentions, he decided to act based on his emotions rather than thoughts. He wanted you, and he was going to get you. He hoped to convince you that you were in fact meant to be his.

Aemond knew that you would soon have to wake up, but he didn’t want to ruin this moment. Aemond placed a gentle kiss on your cheek and responded to your question.“I came to speak with you.” He didn’t know how much longer he could allow you to believe that the marriage with Nerissa was still happening, you needed to know how he truly felt about you. But, he couldn’t take away this moment. You let out a soft hum as your eyes stayed shut but laid your head on his shoulder letting a light smile on your face, still sleeping as if nothing was wrong but wasn't aware to how much things would change by the time you would wake. Aemond felt a moment of bliss as he felt you laid your head on his shoulder. Your hair was soft and your warmth was cozy. He was content with this moment for now, and he hoped that once you woke up, he would be able to convince you to run away with him. Aemond knew that it was a ridiculous idea. He was the crown prince and you were just a lady, but he still had to try. Because you were the only thing that mattered to him at that moment.

Only a few short days later Nerissa happily read another letter from Aemond even if it confused her, telling her family that he invited everyone but figured it was just to get to know everyone as everyone got ready Nerissa ready to pull you aside and tell you whatever lie Nerissa came up with about the prince. Once they arrived his mother Alicent welcomed them stating rooms were prepared for them all even if she didn't understand the problem her son was in with the whole marriage. Aemond’s mother, Alicent, was confused by his invitation, but she was pleased with the idea of bringing their two families together. As Nerissa prepared to talk to you to keep things in her favor, Aemond began to think of whatever lie he could come up with to get out of the marriage with her. Aemond wasn’t sure if Nerissa would believe the lie, but he hoped that you would. You needed to, if he had any chance of running away with you.

Aemond felt a chill go down his spine as he heard that the family would all be gathering together. He knew that Nerissa was going to talk with you and he was scared that she might ruin his plan. But, he still had to go along with the arrangement to keep up a public front. He made sure to be polite with everyone at the gathering. But, he still hoped to be able to convince you of his true feelings for you and to avoid the marriage with Nerissa at all costs. It was a tough spot for him to be in. You got settled into your temporary chambers before stopping in your tracks as you noticed sparkling gems and jewelry, looking closer as you saw all different beautiful colors and cuts before getting ready for dinner with everyone, then started speaking with Nerissa about what you saw in your room to hear her that she didn't get anything like that and wanted to switch rooms with you thinking it was an accident. Walking into the dining hall seeing Aemond and his family before seeing all of your favorite foods and even fruits that are difficult to get as you sat down in your seat seeing Nerissa lean close to him with a pout on her lips as she whispered "None of these are my favorites darling."

Aemond noticed that you had entered the dining hall and looked up at you as you took your seat. He then looked over at Nerissa and saw that she was pouting. He knew that Nerissa was trying to make him look bad to her sister, but he ignored her comments for now. He tried to stay focused on you and your happiness, and he continued eating his dinner. His heart continued to ache at your beauty and his love for you. He was so glad that he brought your the food you enjoyed. Aemond felt his chest sink when he saw Y/n’s reaction to the items he had prepared. But, he still wanted to convince her that he still cared for her. He looked over to Nerissa, noticing her pout as she leaned in close to him. He spoke through a forced smile, trying to seem happy about everything even though it was just an act. “Nerissa has been helping me in all my preparations. The food is in honor of her favorite things.”

Nerissa looked at the table with disgust before she looked over at Aemond once more as she shook her head, "No I didn't these aren't even my favorites, these are Y/n's-" Cutting off her own sentence as she narrowed her eyes at him with anger as she clenched her teeth and spoke "These are Y/n's favorites" Crossing her arms over her chest not caring about the tension she was causing feeling it was all his fault for it. Aemond couldn’t help but smile a little at Nerissa’s sudden outburst, as it proved that she had been paying very close attention to all the details. “Nerissa is right.” Aemond said with a smile. He couldn’t help but feel a little satisfaction at seeing Nerissa get jealous. He continued to speak with a soft voice as he looked over at the entire family and explained. “All the items on this table are specific to Y/n’s tastes.”

You had already been putting food on your plate before looking up hearing your name and looked at everyone who was already looking at you, "What? what I'd do?" Tilting your head slightly before looking over at Aemond and Nerissa in surprise but smiled brightly at them both "That's very kind thank you both" Waiting until prayer was over to start eating but didn't notice the juice from the fruit dripping down your lower lip. Aemond felt his heart fill with joy at your words. You had been the only one who didn’t seem to notice that he had purposely chosen your favorite items. And the way that the juice from the fruit dripped on your lower lip made you even more attractive to him. He couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to tell you everything, but he didn’t know how. He knew he needed to find a way to talk to you alone.

Aemond felt a moment of relief as you seemed to respond kindly to his gifts and the dinner, but he was slightly surprised that you didn’t seem to suspect anything. He was just glad that you seemed to be enjoying the food. “You’re very welcome.” Aemond said with a smile as he began eating his own food. You gave him another kind smile as you continued to eat listening to the small talk going around the table, looking over at the oldest Targaryen sibling Rhaenyra and gave her a kind smile as you spoke softly "I simply adore your necklace princess, it's gorgeous." Aemond had to force himself to be engaged in the conversation with the rest of the families, but he still kept his eyes on you. He felt a small moment of pride as you noticed Rhaenyra’s necklace. 

Aemond knew that he was trying his best to get everyone to see just how much he cared about you. He was doing this all out of love. “I see that my love is not the only one who can appreciate your sense of fashion but my sister as well.” Aemond said to you no longer attempting to look at Nerissa. Aemond felt his heart lift a little at the sight of you giving Rhaenyra a kind smile. But, he didn’t want to take any chances. He tried his best to sound as sincere as possible when he spoke.“Y/n’s taste is truly marvelous.” Aemond said with a smile. He hoped that you would be able to catch on to the fact that he was paying much more attention to you than any one else at the table. 

You gave Aemond another smile before looking down at your plate feeling shy due to his complimentary words, soon enough you had finished dinner and was excused then started walking down the long hallways as you started to walked back to the private chambers given to you to get ready for bed and take some time for yourself. Aemond finished his dinner as well, knowing that this was the perfect time to speak privately with you. He quickly excused himself from the table ignoring Nerissa and made his way towards your chambers as well, as he walked, he felt his heart racing as he thought about the fact that he was going to speak with you about wanting to marry you and about your true feelings. He was filled with doubt and fear, but ultimately, he knew that he had to go through with it.

You had changed out of the clothes you had been wearing and put on a nightgown before looking through the oddly specific books that were in the room, softly smiling to yourself almost feeling at home in the room but knew it was probably nothing and went to open the door slightly when you heard knocking on the door "Yes?". Aemond saw the shy look on your face as he entered the room and he hoped to make you feel at ease. He looked at the books he picked out thinking you would enjoy and that you seemed to be reading and he couldn’t help but feel a little sad that he was marrying Nerissa instead of you. “I asked to speak with you because…” Aemond started. He stopped, his heart racing and his mind racing as he decided how he wanted to approach this. It was all or nothing at this point.

You nodded your head as you sat down with the prince watching as he tried several times to form the words, giving him enough time to think about how to say whatever was on his mind before he seemed to finally started to talk telling you of an odd dream he had about a very familiar clearing with trees and flowers. After training, he was so tired, that he went to take a little nap, and he had a very funny dream. He dreamed of a beautiful field, with a big tree, and about singing birds, certain foods and just relaxing enough, he dreamed of the pleasant noise of trees and grass which caused your jaw to drop in shock before clearing your throat. Aemond felt a moment of relief as you understood the reference to the clearing that he had “dreamt” about. But now Aemond faced an important question. Should he tell you the truth about his feelings for you, or continue to pretend that he still wished to marry Nerissa? He knew that you had to know the truth and that the longer he let this lie continue, the worse it would be for both you and him. Aemond took a deep breath before speaking. “Nerissa is not who I want to marry.” He spoke with conviction.

"Aemond… who is it you wish to marry then?" You looked at him anxiously. As if you already knew the answer especially after the last time you both spoke one on one, the only question that matters now is the ‘why’. "You surprised me, Aemond. You have always expressed fondness for her, if not love." Your face was a mask of curiosity. But there was hope in your voice, as you wanted to hear him say, what you wanted him to say. “I wish to marry you.” Aemond spoke nervously, not knowing how you would respond. His heart was in his throat as he feared that you would reject him, but he knew that it was something that had to be done. “I have never felt such a strong connection with anyone the way I do with you. I can’t imagine being married to Nerissa. I want to be with you.” Aemond took a deep breath as he took in your response, waiting to be rejected.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard his confession. You never thought that Aemond felt such a strong connection to you. But now, all the pieces clicked in place. Aemond’s kindness, his words, his actions and attention he paid to you. You didn’t even need to think twice and your response came swift like thunder in the storm. "Aemond- You're serious?" Your voice was soft as rain and you were lost in his eyes now. Aemond felt a huge rush of excitement as he heard you confirm that he was serious. He felt a smile spread across his face as he knew that the feeling between you both was mutual. He nodded his head to your question. “More than serious. I love you.” He couldn’t believe that he had just confessed his feelings to you, but he was happy to finally say the words that he had harbored for so long.

Feeling your heart pounding in your chest as Aemond confessed his love to you. "You love me?" Your voice was filled with joy and a little bit of disbelief. You didn’t see that coming. You placed a gentle hand on Aemond's face and a soft kiss to his lips, as sweet as the song of the night. You felt tears of joy fill your eyes as you finally heard that Aemond loved you and you didn't need to worry he was going to marry your sister. "I love you, Aemond. I always have." You said breathlessly, leaning into the kiss. Aemond felt the hair on his body stand up as you put your lips on his and he couldn’t help but feel a rush of butterflies. He felt his heart rush at your tender touch and his mind felt free of all of the stress that he had felt for so long even as a prince. As you continued to kiss Aemond, he kissed back, enjoying every moment of it. He couldn’t believe that he was finally free from this secret, but he couldn’t wait for the future with you to begin. You slowly pulled away with your eyes closed from the kiss still reveling in the moment, slowly opening your eyes looking at him before a sudden feeling of guilt as you stood up pacing the floor running your fingers through your hair as well as tugging on the roots. Muttering to yourself that this wasn't right he was marrying your sister and he should be in love with her but couldn’t help feeling awful for kissing Aemond and shook your head ready to cry.  Aemond felt his heart sink as he saw you stand up and pace the room, and he could see the worry and guilt behind your eyes. He couldn’t let this moment end like this. So, he stood up and went over to you, taking your hands in his own as he turned you towards him.“Please… listen to me.” He spoke in a soft but firm voice. “I do not love Nerissa the way we both know I love you. I want to spend my life with you. Not with her.”

Aemond could see a few tears start to fall and he leaned closer so that he could help you any way he could. “What’s wrong?” Aemond asked, with genuine concern in his voice. He placed both of his hands on your shoulders to keep you from pacing or hurting yourself. “Tell me what’s wrong, Y/n. You can trust me.” "I feel guilty, Aemond, I feel guilty." You confessed as you wiped your tears. "I shouldn’t be doing this with you. You are already promised to my sister." A tear rolled down your cheek, your voice trembling with fear and shame. "Nerissa is my baby sister. If she found out… she would be heartbroken. Her pure and innocent heart would be shattered." You said, your voice full of agony for the girl you would hurt. Aemond wanted to comfort Y/n, but he didn’t want to do anything that might upset her. He couldn’t help but feel guilty about Nerissa as well. “You’re right. We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not fair for Nerissa.” Aemond said with a disappointed look on his face. “But…” Aemond didn’t want to say the words that were in his mind, but he knew that he had to. “I can’t marry Nerissa.” Y/n was startled by Aemond’s confession. She was confused and hurt by his words. Why he couldn't marry her sister? When the agreement was already sealed by their parents. The words of her parents echoed in her ears. But she was relieved Aemond was not marrying her sister just because he had to. Maybe he really had feelings for someone. "Why?, Why you can't marry Nerissa?" Y/n asked with a broken voice, as her words had the taste of ash. She tried to look into his eyes but tears had blurred the world for her.

Aemond knew that the truth would be painful for you to hear. He felt guilty that he was the reason that you were crying. But he knew that it was important that he be honest with you.  knowing that what he was about to say could be quite controversial. He felt his stomach turn into knots as he gathered the courage to tell you the truth. “I… don’t want to marry Nerissa. I never did.” Aemond said it with a calm demeanor, but there was a lot of emotion boiling inside of him right now. “I want to marry you.” You wiped the tear which was flowing again on your cheek as you heard Aemond’s confession. You felt joy, happiness, and hope. But there was a big BUT, Nerissa was still promised to him. That’s something even he couldn't change now, even if you wished. "But Our parents promised you to my sister, remember? Don’t you understand what is going to happen to her when she finds out about our affection? What will it do to her?" You started to sob as the tears were running without control as if you had lost. For a moment you believed your ears were playing tricks on you and that it was not what Aemond had said at all. It couldn’t be true, right? He was marrying her sister after all it just didn’t make sense. But the truth was there in his eyes and you felt a warmth and happiness settle in your heart. "Are you- Are you sure, Aemond?" You finally found the words to speak, but there was still a hint of doubt in your voice. You were scared of being broken again.

Aemond felt a sense of relief as he heard the happiness in your voice. However, he also felt a bit conflicted as you mentioned the promise that your parents had made, he couldn’t help but feel apathy that Nerissa would be hurt if you both defied your parents but kept trying to be gentle. “I know it sounds absurd… but we don’t need to hide our feelings anymore.” Aemond insisted. “We are both adults and we know what we want. We don’t need to do as our parents say.” Aemond’s heart sank as he heard you response. He couldn’t believe that he had caused you this much pain when after everything he’s done was for your happiness. He felt his eyes fill with tears as he saw how heartbroken you were to hear the truth from his own mouth. But Aemond couldn’t help but speak his mind. “I couldn’t marry anyone else but you” He tried to reassure you. “We could figure everything out, I’m sure of it.” Your mind was filled with a thousand thoughts at the same time, as you struggled with all the emotions you were feeling. You were happy for yourself because you might just marry Aemond after all. But at the same time, you felt guilty and hurt for your sister. You couldn’t break Nerissa’s heart. She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve all this pain. "Aemond, I don't want to have to choose between you and my family," You said, with fear in your eyes. "Aemond…" You whispered, as you moved closer to him and placed your hands on his face.

Aemond noticed the way that you moved closer to him and placed your hands on his face. He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked into your eyes. He placed his own hands over yours and he spoke to you softly. “I don’t plan on marrying anyone else but you. I told you, we can figure everything out.” Aemond pulled you in for a hug, unable to hold back his feelings for you any longer. Aemond’s eyes went wide with surprise as you moved closer and placed your hands on his face. He felt his mind race as he saw your face. He didn’t know what to say or do, but he liked how close you were to him. He placed his hands on top of your hands to lock them onto his face. He didn’t say anything at first, as he let this moment of silence sink in before slowly speaking.

 “We need to tell Nerissa about us.”

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[oval3000]

Oneshot!

Yandere Simon Riley x reader (Soap's younger sister)

(Pretend that you guys are adopted or something idk. Also the Canon story with Makarov will be different - he's dead)

Warning: Toxic behavior, light (Forced) Smut, Assault, Curse, very toxic. Yandere, Violence. Slight yandere platonic Soap.

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When Johnny's parents told him that he's going to have a baby sister at the age of 13, he was shocked and didn't expect it. At first, he wasn't really thrilled since the age gap was really big. His father will tell him that he'll have to protect you and love you like an older brother should do.

When they brought you home, he immediately realized the things his father had said. The feeling of not caring for you changed. He loves you. He would drop you off and pick you from school whenever he had the chance. He would take care off you when his parents go out on their date.

He would help you with your homework, even if he didn't understand it well. He would show up to all of your school events. He would give you pep talks whenever you needed it.

He got full custody of you, when his parents passed away.

When he joined the military, you were worried about him, but he assured you that everything was going to be okay. You would send him letters and he would reply, which caught Simon's attention.

He was able to get a safe house, after his encounter with Makarov to keep you safe. The only one that knows about it is Price, Gaz, and...Simon.

When they were stranded and needed to get shelter, Soap brought them to you. You met them...you met Simon. Simon couldn't help but to stare at you. You could feel his eyes on you and it didn't feel good. It felt like you were about to get eaten alive.

You never really had good luck with boys since Johnny would scare them away. So the feeling of a men staring you, made you feel a little uncomfortable.

Afterwards, Johnny told you that everything was going to be fine since they took down Makarov, you were happy that Johnny was no longer in danger.

He was happy that he can come home to you. He wouldn't know what to do if something bad happened to you.

So you can imagine his rage when he comes home and you're gone.

He didn't waste anytime to call Price and everyone, telling them that you are gone. They went to check the house and saw broken vases and picture frames on the floor. It wasn't rocket science to know that you have been kidnapped.

Johnny expressed his anger and concern to Simon, who he reassured Johnny that everything is going to be okay. They all tried to track you down. Visiting possible locations where you could be only to storm inside empty, abandoned, places.

Johnny couldn't sleep or think of anything else except to get you back. Each night when he tried to get some rest, all he can think is the moment his father told him to take care of you and failed.

The team told him to take it easy or else he would hit the breaking point of his own health. Price ordered him to take time off while they worked on finding you.

Simon would come and visit Johnny to check how he's doing. "What if she's gone forever, Simon? What would I do with myself if I never get to see her again?"

Simon looked at him with pity, "don't worry, Johnny. We'll find her."

After checking on Johnny and helping the team on finding you, he would go home to his safehouse. He would place his bag on the couch and take off his mask and jacket.

He would walk to kitchen and open the door, turning on the lights. He would walk down on the creaky, woodfloor, staircase. He would stand there, Infront of the twin bed centered on the back wall of the basement.

He would stare at you.

Chained up that is hooked to the bed headboard. You sat up seeing him there. The man that took you from your home and locked you down in his basement. "Please don't hurt me."

"Love, I'll do whatever the fuck I want with you." He took off his shirt, showing his toned muscles. He climbed on the bed, having you to back away as much as the bed headboard allows you to. "Be a good girl and spread those beautiful legs of yours."

He gripped on your waist, thrusting his hip into you. You felt his cock drilling you so hard and deep you held on to the chain links that is connected to the metal cuffs on your wrist.

You hated it. He loved it. He loved the way you squirm under his tough body structure." Ah..Yes! Be a good girl for me, love!" His grunts and moans will take over your ears aswell as the sound the bed creaking and the sound of wet skin slapping eachother.

He would flip you over, pushing his your head down into the mattress and lift your ass in the air, thrusting even harder. "You're fucking mine." He pulled your hair back, forcing you to arch your back. "All mine."

He would cum deep into your womb. He would get up and leave you there, naked. You would bury your head into the bedsheets and sob quietly. He hated to hear you cry. He really hated it. "Shut up! I'm doing this because you don't listen to me!" He clasp your cheeks with his hand. "You're gonna learn, yeah," he pulled down his pants and shoved his cock in your mouth.

You were forced to swallow his cum.

You have no idea how long you've been in his basement. You don't know if Johnny is out there looking for you. When you tell Simon about it, he would take off his belt and fuck you till you pass out.

At first, you were his sex toy. He'll come home to you and drill you in till you could see the stars and leave you naked alone in the dark.

However, lately, he would lay in bed with you. He would caress your body as you lays on his bare chest.

He would unhook the metal cuffs from your wrist and carry you, bridal style, upstairs to bathe you. He would come home with flowers and teddy bears for you. On your birthday, he would bring a piece of cake with a lit candle on it.

You couldn't tell if you have lost your mind or just accepted your fate, but you wanted him. You want Simon. You want his attention, his love, his affection to you.

When he comes home to fuck you, you felt pleasure than pain. "Mhm...yes! Ah!ah! Harder Sir!"

"Love it when you call me that, love." He huffed, burying his head on the side of your neck, moving his hips back and forth. The sound of the bed creaking so uncontrollable. "You're so...ah!...s-so fucking beautiful."

Although, his demeanor never changed. "How many times do I have to tell you!? You're not leaving this room!"

"I want out of these chains, Simon!" You plead to him, holding out your chained wrist.

He lowered his head to you, "No! And if I were you, I would drop it."

That's how it was for who knows how long you've been tied up in his basement.

You weren't the only one loosing their minds. Johnny, running around trying to found you.

However, his focus came to Simon. How? Because he visited you.

Johnny went to visit Simon, to talk to him, about you. He thought he had some lead on to where you are. When Simon was looking as to where he thought you might be, Johnny wanted to get a drink.

Johnny is no stranger to Simon. He knows where Simon keeps the drinks. So when Johnny touched the basement door, it snapped Simon.

Johnny brushed it off. But not having you in his arms, he would honestly put the blame on a mail man that he met once. So it wasn't out of character for him to honestly question his own teammates. Afterall, they all knew where you were. They knew where the safehouse was. So how bizzare would it be to accuse his friend of possibly taking you.

He would spend weeks, just studying on his mates and all the possible scenarios lead up to Simon. It wasn't really that out of place, Simon became a bit sloppy. His energy of founding in the beginning, shifted. When Johnny would want to go to his house and go to the basement to get some drinks, Simon wouldn't allow him.

So when Simon opened his door and saw Johnny there, he felt the nerves rising. "Hey, Lt. Sorry to just drop by like this. I just wanted to take break and being in the house without her makes it hell."

"No problem, Johnny." He moved outside to let him in. He felt his throat to dry up a bit. Johnny has been visiting him a lot these past few weeks and it was unusual.

They both began to talk and drink. Simon excused himself to use the restroom. Johnny didn't waste time to go to that basement. He opened the door and slowly walked down to not create loud creaking. He reached the bottom floor and saw the bed and you on top.

You were laying down on your side. When you heard the sounds of steps, you thought it was, "Simon?" You peaked up and saw your brother standing there.

It's been so long that you've seen him, so him being there made you cry out. "Johnny!?"

He stood there frozen. He wished there was nothing here. He wished he wrong. He wished that it wasn't Simon. He wished that it wasn't someone he had trusted. "(Y/n)?"

You are so happy to see you. So happy that you couldn't see Simon creeping up on Johnny. "Simon! Please don't!" Simon knocked Johnny out cold.

You plead and plead Simon to let Johnny go. He tied him up. When Johnny woke up, he felt his arms on his back. He went on his knees and saw Simon standing near you. "You..you fucking bastard. I trusted you. You're supposed to be my friend."

"I only did what was the best for us." Simon went to Johnny. Crouched down infront of him. "You left me with no choice. You're overprotective of her, I knew this was the only option."

"The only option! You bastard! She's my sister and you took her away from me. I would never have someone like you to end up with her." His anger with his harsh down tone words made Simon take a deep breath.

"I know. So you kinda left me with no other choice." He pulled out a gun and pointed it to his head.

"NO! PLEASE! Please! Don't do this, Simon!" You cried for him to stop. "Please! I'll do anything you want! Just please don't kill him! Please.

"Sweetheart, you don't make the choice here." He held the gun tight, almost hesitant to pull the trigger.

"I love you, Simon! I love you. I'll be with you! Please don't kill him! We'll both forget about this, right Johnny!?" Johnny looked at you from the side and gave a small nod. "Let him live and I'll be with you. I'll do whatever you want me to do. I'll listen to you,I swear!"

"If I lower my gun, will you attack me?" Simon said to Johnny. You gave Johnny head shooks to tell him not to do something stupid. Johnny wanted to kill him, he does. But he knows the outcome if this. If he does die, then you'll be with Simon. If he does attack Simon, then he'll have to kill his friend.

How he wished he was wrong about this.

"I won't attack you. If you let me go, I won't tell anyone about this. As long as I get to see her still, I promise I won't interfere with anything else. Just let her go off those chains." His voice toned down a bit in a more calming manner.

Simon lowered his gun and turned his head towards you. "You love me?"

Your eyes widen with fear as to what Simon is going to do. "Yes. Yes, I love you!"

He ran to you, cupping your face with his hands, "You love me, sweetheart? I love you too. We'll get married and gave kids together yeah."

"Yes. But don't hurt Johnny. Ou-our kids will want their uncle." You smiled at him trying to hide your fear.

"I won't. I love you so much."

The words stick through. Johnny told Price that you were found and that some punks kidnapped for you 'their fun' it took a couple of months for people to find out about you and Simon.

The wedding was beautiful to him. The honeymoon was magical to him. And the announcement of your pregnancy was amazing to him

Johnny watched you, his little sister. Being trapped in a marriage with Simon.

As for you, you couldn't quite think of anything. It was all Simon. He knows what's best for you.

So you should trust him and love him.

Right?

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[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

Here's another long-winded post about me combing through BG3 early access files in search of Aylin and Isobel tidbits - rummaging that already resulted in this post right here. Let me just say I'm pleased to have brought Aylin Silverblood some attention because, again, I think it's a dope name.

Now, obviously, Isobel and Aylin are both Act 2 characters, and early access only covered Act 1. So anything related to them is partial stuff that wasn't scrubbed from the game files for whatever reason, and a lot of placeholders (these are usually indicated by |the text being in vertical lines|). This all means that sometimes (usually!) there are no nice voice lines indexed by UUID and parseable dialogue trees, and you have to trawl through a giant localisation XML of every bit of text in the game instead. An additional complication is all these stories were in flux, but older bits of writing from deprecated iterations didn't get immediately removed from the files, so it's sometimes hard to tell what belongs to which version.

The biggest luck I've had with regards to these two is the 24/11/2021 version of the game - EA Patch #6 Hotfix #19, aka game version v. 4.1.1.1356845, aka the source of Aylin Silverblood (my beloved). Here's a handy list of the patch and hotfix history, if you're like me and interested in this stuff. I'm actually wrangling files from 5 versions of the game right now, ranging from March 2021 to July 2022 - it's been a fun time. This old datamining post on reddit really helped narrow down the timeframe for me to look into.

Why am I doing this? I genuinely find it fun and interesting! There's some neat writing to be found! I crave more Isobel at all times! And I'm always into WIP and "how the sausage is made" type stuff. Also, tons of cool inspo for fics and headcanons.

Note, because I know that's a popular EA tidbit: this is all from after the Halsin killing Isobel variant was scrapped. This is, in fact, the version where she gets killed and soul trapped by Balthazar, and Aylin gets framed for it.

I'm going to start this off with my favourite part, and that is snippets of an early version of the Aylin/Isobel reunion from 2021. I've done my best to put them in order, but be aware a lot of this is still me speculating.

|[CINE: Nightsong teleports the party to the plaza in front of Last Light. As she looks around trying to familiarize herself, Isobel notices your arrival from the balcony. Her reaction is pure shock, followed by an immediate rush down the stairs.]|

|[CINE: Isobel dashes out of the front of the inn, wide-eyed and out of breath. Nightsong stares at her, stunned.]|

Aylin: |(distant, shocked) Isobel.|

Isobel: |Aylin...|

|[CINE: Nightsong takes an instinctive step towards her but stumbles, collapsing to her knees, eyes blown with pain and disbelief. Isobel closes the distance between them in hasty steps, trying to help Nightsong up, but Nightsong tightly grips at her arms - as if the contact makes everything real.]|

|[CINE: Isobel's eyes fill with tears as she drops down to the ground, throwing her arms around Nightsong's shoulders in a tight embrace. Shaking, almost fearful, Nightsong returns the embrace - the first kind touch she's had in a hundred years.]|

|[CINE: Nightsong draws back from the hug, looking Isobel in the eyes. Isobel helps Nightsong to her feet. As the two of them stand, they keep their hands linked.]|

Aylin: |A hundred years. Isobel, light of my heart, where were you? (choking up) I found your body, I....|

Isobel: |I was dead, Aylin. For so long. It was Balthazar - he trapped my soul, he-|

Player: |[Doesn'tKnowRelationship] You were lovers? Did Ketheric know?|

Aylin: |(jaw tightens) We were lovers. Her father was against it. He saw nothing but future misery. I'm immortal. I would never age, but she would.|

Isobel: |He didn't understand. It doesn't matter when... (fearful, as if worried Aylin's feelings might have changed) ... I still love you so much.|

Aylin: |(her first genuine smile) And I, you. No trial or pain could ever change that. (relaxes a touch) It is why I couldn't leave your body, even when they came. Balthazar and that Sharran witch told your father that I was to blame.|

|And he believed them over you?|

Aylin: |(frowns) He believed what he wanted to believe. Ketheric saw his daughter dead, and he saw someone he wanted to hurt. Shar took that cruel thread, that moment of mortal pain, and used it to corrupt him to the core.|

Aylin: |I was put on trial, and I had no defence. The moment it was over, I was taken down to the temple and... well, you saw what they had done.|

|Isobel presses against Nightsong's side, face tight with worry, running her fingers in slow strokes up and down Nightsong's arm.|

|[CINE: Nightsong tilts her head back towards the player.]|

Aylin: |These heroes saved me. Without them, I'd still be trapped in Balthazar's soul cage, with Ketheric gripping my heart like a leech.|

|[CINE: Isobel's face falls at the mention of her father's name.]|

Isobel: |A *soul cage*? Gods.|

Isobel: |I didn't know. Gods, he didn't say a word to me. I ran away because it was Balthazar that brought me back. As I ran, I heard my father shouting... but I'd seen enough. There was no saving him.|

Aylin: |You are not your father, Isobel. (sad, wry smile) You were the only thing that kept me alive in the dark. When hope began to fade, I simply thought of you.|

Isobel: |[To player] Thank you. (smiles wide) I... I can't possibly thank you enough, for bringing Aylin back to me.|

|Nightsong smiles too, but she's lost looking at Isobel, completely tuning out everyone else around them. Isobel leans in, resting her brow against Nightsong's and closing her eyes, Nightsong's hand clutched to her chest.|

Then, there is an option to press Isobel for details:

|You said the necromancer trapped your soul. Why?| |Was Balthazar the one who killed you, Isobel?|

Isobel: |(hesitant, visibly guilty) I think Aylin would know better than I do. The last thing I remember is a blade in the dark. Too fast to feel pain. Then silence.|

Asking Isobel to go with you to Moonrise was possible at various points, leading to different responses:

Will you come with me to Moonrise? I could use your help. If we're going to stop Ketheric, you have to come with me.

Until there is a way to keep Last Light safe, I cannot leave. All I can do is pray. |Not if everyone is killed at Last Light in my absence. I'll do everything I can to help you from here, but I won't go with you.| |Not if everyone is killed at Last Light in my absence. If someone else could take my place, I would go with you. I swear it.|

|Nightsong is here, she will protect Last Light - let's go to Moonrise, like you promised.| |I want to spend the night with Aylin. Meet me at Moonrise tomorrow.| |Nightsong will protect the people while together we can stop Ketheric.|

Isobel: I... we need to get close to him, don't we? And Aylin can protect Last Light in my absence. Aylin: Isobel, I have just gotten you back. To put yourself in his hands again-

Looks like we would've had a flip of the current Act 2 boss fight, and Isobel would be the ally for the confrontation with Ketheric, not Aylin. Also, that one line right there that is our first indication of Succor™, gotta love it. Sadly, post-reunion I only have:

|TBD: Post Nightsong Reunion.| |How are you and Aylin doing?|

To borrow release version Isobel's stock line: KEEPING VERY WELL, I HOPE? In any case, I'm putting the rest under a cut, featuring options for calling Isobel out on her parentage, Aylin being from Mt. Celestia, and Balthazar being gross - among many other things.

At one point quite early on, Isobel's protection from the shadow curse wasn't a spell, but an ointment:

|Ointment of Selûne| |Ointment Container PLACEHOLDER| |Isobel filled this with precious doses of her sacred Ointment of Selûne.| |First get the ointment from Isobel.| Have you received Isobel's ointment yet? What protection can her ointment offer, exactly? You should see Isobel. If Marcus does crop up, I'd sooner you had her ointment to protect you. Can use that cleric's ointment to get you on your way. But I have to move out - now. Can I get some of your ointment? No more theories! It's time for action. Our secret weapon needs to travel to Moonrise Towers, which means they'll need your ointment. You have the ointment. You have the Gate Stone. Moonrise Towers awaits. Are you sure the ointment will last long enough?

What is now Isobel's Ominous Cough was a gradual weakening that was remarked upon and seemed to be there to create more of a sense of urgency:

I won't claim to know Isobel's craft, but Selûne's light is bright in her. Isobel's tough - though she was tougher at the start. I've rarely seen a cleric so in tune with her goddess, but the curse is taking its toll. The light used to be stronger, Isobel. How much more of this curse can you take? You look paler than death, Isobel. How much more of this curse can you take?

We have some nice concise infodumps on Ketheric:

After Ketheric turned to darkness, the Enclave joined with the Harpers to unseat him and his Sharran cohorts. We marched together, fought together, bled together... and in the end we prevailed.

Only it wasn't the end. Nothing seemed to kill Ketheric himself, so the Harpers decided to seal him in his own tomb, alive. They thought that would be enough. But they hadn't counted on Ketheric unleashing the shadow curse. We watched it drain all light and life away from this place, saw it twist people into abominations. The Harpers lost hope.

Ketheric wove the curse on this land. The moment he was sealed in that tomb, Shar's poison devoured everything in its path.

Fallen paladin. Champion of Shar. He was building an army bent on unholy conquest, but we stopped him. Killed him. Buried him.

It was not enough. General Thorm lives again. He's built a new army, and this time he marches under the banner of the Absolute.

November 2021 is the earliest mention of Aylin I found, mostly marked as not finalised and placeholder dialogue (and that reunion up there). The Nightsong as present in that patch is still very different from what we ended up getting - nobody was killing her, in fact people were coming to get her "kiss", and there was a whole thing where it seems like Shar would directly take control of her and you could help her overcome the curse, or abandon her to it - or kill her. 

Embrace the Nightsong and be sworn to Eternal Shadow.

Anyway, here are her lines (all of these exist as voice files, which is rare for stuff I put in this post - but they're done by a voice actress who doesn't sound like Helen Keeley, our final Aylin VA, so I don't know what to make of it all tbh):

Shar is the Nightsinger, and I am her Nightsong. I am her instrument, transforming the faithful into shadows. I've been here for centuries. Do you know how many priests of Shar came here, full of faith, seeking my kiss? I've been here for centuries. Thousands of Sharrans came here seeking my kiss. I drink their sorrow, their loss, their grief. Then I vomit it back into the world. All of them are shadows now. That is Shar's only reward. But Ketheric returned for my kiss, over and over. You're the first to survive my kiss intact. You're the only one who can help me. Please, you have to help. No one's ever resisted the kiss before. No one has ever resisted my kiss. But you are not merely *one*, are you? That thing in your head must be incredibly powerful to resist a goddess. Perhaps it's also divine in nature. Because a mind can't survive two masters. It breaks us. Shar's attention must be elsewhere. Speak quickly. She's watching now. She's waiting to steal my voice. But it won't last. Please - listen! I was captured by Ketheric Thorm, Shar's chosen. He turned me into this creature. I'm a slave of Shar. She owns me, just like that thing in your head owns you. I want to sing my own song. Not Shar's. Not *Ketheric's*. Find Ketheric. Kill him so I can be free! Slay Ketheric. His wretched existence binds me to this temple. Oh. That made her angry. The Lady returns! She has me again! *Again!* Stop! You've driven her away!

I am not your *spectacle*. Turn away before I strike you blind. Tell them to come and receive my kiss.

Some possible relevant tags, interactions, and outcomes include:

|The soul cage has greatly weakened Nightsong| |Debug: click to save Nightsong (sets the flag to talk to Isobel)| |We sided with Ketheric and doomed Nightsong.| |Companion comment!||But if his power is linked to this Nightsong, there must be a way to unlink it.| |You have taken control of Ketheric's Soul Cage| |You are bound to Ketheric's soul cage, taking his regenerative powers for yourself| |Bound to Soul Cage| |Soul Cage Key| |Soul Cage Research| |The book details the necromancer's research on the soul cage| |There is a glimpse of Isobel's ghost, as she takes her Father with her to the afterlife.| |There is a glimpse of Isobel's ghost terrified and in agony. Both Isobel and Ketheric will disappear.|

At one point Isobel delivers her own, Ketheric's, and Aylin's backstory as "a story", but sadly I can find very little of it, just disjointed fragments:

You seem to know a lot about Ketheric. He was a devout Selûnite who converted to Shar. They say it was Ketheric's purity that drew an angel down from Celestia. You're Isobel Thorm. The daughter who died in that story.

And there seem to be many options to question Isobel about her hiding the truth about her father:

Why are you lying to me, Isobel? Everyone thinks you're dead, Isobel. Tell me the truth, Isobel. Everything. Still, Isobel might have saved us some time had she been honest from the beginning. |Why didn't you tell me what happened from the start, Isobel?|

Ketheric. Don't you mean your father? Ketheric is your father. I know the truth. Ketheric told me at Moonrise. He wants me to bring you home. I need your father to trust me. He wants you back. You sent me after your father - Ketheric. I think we should discuss Ketheric - your father - first. For all you've said about Ketheric, you left out the part where he's your father.

To which I've found some responses:

And would you have trusted her? Ketheric's daughter? Why didn't I tell you that I was murdered, that my soul was locked away for a hundred years? What would I have told her? That my father murdered her fellow Harpers, but that I can surely be trusted?

[Attempt to read Isobel's thoughts.] *You see Ketheric standing before Isobel, although the memory is hazy. His words are unclear, but his tone is not - he is pleading with her.*

Brought back by the same man that killed me. Balthazar. Standing next to my father with a smile on his face.

But I'm not sure it would have mattered. To stand with that man, my father has surrendered to deepest evil.

I would love to know what the whole pleading thing is about, and what Isobel "didn't know" that she claims didn't matter anyway.

My father. After a century, he somehow brought me back. But I saw the monster he had become. I couldn't bear it... I ran. I ran until I found Last Light. It was like a second home to me, once. I've been studying the curse ever since, searching for answers. Trying to restore the damage my father has wrought upon this land. It's possible I may have to sacrifice myself. But this is my father's crime.

And then, there is this nugget I cannot place but that I like: 

|Your father's due will come.|

There is also an option to tell her Nightsong is Aylin (who was, at this point, a full celestial - no mention of being connected to Selûne, though, and in fact, if she was indeed from Mount Celestia as mentioned in the "story", she would not have been):

Isobel: My father's curse still blackens this earth. Have you found anything? Player: A celestial, chained to Ketheric's soul. Player: They called her Nightsong, but she told me her name was Aylin. Isobel: Aylin. She... she's alive. I knew she had to be, I… Player: Ketheric's necromancer took her to Moonrise. Isobel: His necromancer? Gods, you have to free her. Isobel: You have to go to Moonrise and free Aylin. When Ketheric is weak, this can all be over. Isobel: The truth is that I would give anything to see her again, and anything to stop my father. Free her, and you do both. Isobel: At least, the shell of my father. There's nothing left of the man that championed Selûne. Isobel: Find her. Free her. If Ketheric isn't stopped, all of us are doomed.

Player: |[Doesn'tKnowName] Aylin? Care to explain?| Isobel: The angel in my story about Ketheric. That was Aylin.

Speaking of Balthazar. Some lines from him:

[Introductory note: please imagine everything Balthazar says spoken with a wheezy voice, as if he's permanently out of breath.]

[I need to retrieve the Nightsong, but the temple is haunted and my minions cannot make it past the trial grounds. I cannot go there until the ghosts have been dealt with. Now that you are here on behalf of Ketheric, you will do all this for me.]

I, Fodder, am here on behalf of General Ketheric Thorm. Down in the depths of this temple writhes his desire. I am to bring it to him.

I created the Nightsong for General Ketheric, many moons... HEAR THAT SHAR? Many moons ago.

*As you hold the necromancer's mocking gaze, you can tell how it starts to dawn on him you are not the mere minion he thought you were.*

Along the way I found some more recent Patch 8 (2022-ish) gross Balthazar lines, some bits of which have actually survived to release:

She was a unique specimen even before I began my work. Aasimar. A god's blood united with mortal flesh.

Such fine clay she was. We grew quite close as I… remoulded her. Now she is General Thorm's shield. Her strength is his to drink upon. His pains are hers to bear.

If I never exceed her, I will still die happy. If I ever do something as gauche as truly dying, that is.

Utterly revolting! Makes my skin crawl! Man deserves a yeeting into the Shadowfell a hundred times over! But in order to not end on a gross note, I leave you with:

Ketheric Thorm. Murderer. Oathbreaker.

Aylin Silverblood. My true name. Nightsong was only ever a curse.

#isobel thorm #dame aylin #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #aylin x isobel #balthazar #datamine #early access #long post #i have more of this stuff actually but this post is already way too long #so stay tuned i guess

[findingnemosworld]

𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 - 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫. 𝐰𝐨𝐜 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬.

Trent could vividly recall the way she looked on top of him, the sunlight creeping through the curtains to illuminate her ebony skin, her disheveled chocolate locks creating the perfect portrait to frame her angelic features that were contorted from the pleasure she felt in that moment, her lips were soft, akin to a pillow that he couldn’t help but sink into each time he kissed her, they’d spent their last days exploring each other’s bodies in an effort to memorize each other’s skin.

" Trent " She whispers his name all the while her lips planted soft kisses across his chest before nuzzling her face against her neck.

He wraps his arms around her waist, " Yes "

She shuffled slightly to look up at him, her verdant eyes carried love along with an unspeakable emotion underneath, " Promise me you won’t forget me, that you won’t forget us? "

His heart flutters, and a smile appears across his lips. " I don’t think I can forget you, even if I wanted to "

Indeed, he was unable to forget her – even as the season began, along with the hectic fixtures that overlapped with the International break, all he could truly think of was her ... what could she possibly be doing? was she thinking of him the same way he thought of her, it'd become so consuming of his time that on more than one occasion he'd been asked by his teammates if something had happened as he didn't seem like his usual self, and he wasn't.

Until he saw her, exactly a year after quite an aching farewell.

_

Liverpool had won their bout against West Ham United with an impressive 4-0 scoreline with Trent assisting Mohammed to score a stunning goal that closed off an impressive and intense match - and just as Trent was driving home, he'd decided to stop at one of his favorite spots to eat in which was near his residence, he walks into the semi empty place; and just as he walked in, his gaze gravitated to the figure sitting at the last table in the corner, it might have been a year yet nothing about her had changed save for her locks growing in length and her ebony skin seemingly glowing more under the lights, the sweater she wore hugged her like a blanket, she appeared almost as if she was an angelic entity, and she truly was.

Soon enough, her gaze met his and in that moment; their surroundings had vanished and it was almost like they were the only ones there, he halfheartedly made his order before striding towards her table with a broad smile across his lips, " Is it really you? "

Her verdant eyes, the same ones that had been engraved inside his mind since the last day he'd seen her shone the minute she met his gaze. " It is really me " she whispers with a shaky voice before standing up then leaning in for an embrace that he happily reciprocated.

He cherished the warmth of her embrace as well as the fruity scent of her hair that he had grown so obsessed with, so much so that he often hallucinated a figment of her late at night. " When ... How? I mean ... I thought you said you -um- you were staying in the Us? " he asks, genuinely surprised that she was here, in Liverpool.

She inhales then exhales a deep breath before responding with a soft smile, " I um ... " she giggles, " I applied for a transfer to the branch of the company I work for that's located here, in Liverpool because, to be honest " she heaves out a soft sigh, " I didn't think we would run into each other, but I held faith in my heart that maybe, we would and I'm glad I did because ... here you are "

His eyes soften, " I never stopped thinking about you this entire time, and there were so many instances in which I wanted to call but .. " he paused, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. " I was scared, that you wouldn't remember or worse " he chuckles, " that you found someone else "

She shakes her head, blinking away the tears in her eyes. " I tried " she said. " I really tried but um ... " she swallows the lump in her throat, " Every time I went on a date, I kept comparing them to you because not one of them truly understood the way you did ... and I know that, we both agreed that it wasn't serious ... and this again, a shot in the dark but maybe, we can try it out " she said.

" As in a date? " He deduces with a smile.

" Yes, a date, a proper date ... I really like you Trent, and I don't know if you feel the same way but here I am, right in front of you, asking for a shot, so? " She said with a smile.

Trent tugs her close by wrapping an arm around her waist whilst his other rested idly on the back of her neck, followed by him closing the distance between the two of them to press his lips onto hers, to respond to her question. " I wouldn't want anything more "

She smiled widely, " Let's " she whispers then giggles, " Let's take tonight as a chance to catch up then tomorrow, we'll go out on a proper date "

" Sounds good to me " He grins.

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold fanfiction #trent alexander arnold one shot #trent alexander arnold fluff #trent alexander arnold blurb

[cellophaine]

howdy!! could i request a Foggy’s younger sister x Matt fic where she comes to visit them for the holidays? :)) Foggy’s protective of his sister, Matt is a huge flirt, and the sister thinks it’s fun to tease both of them! thank you 😌♥️

Reunion

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Foggy's Adopted Sister!F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff.

Author's Note: It’s 11 months too late, but I hope you’ll enjoy it! I'm all tapped out.

GIF Credit

The yellow cab came to a stop before the familiar building, easing you into the comforting reverie of being home. The exterior had mostly stayed the same in the past year, except for the semi-new posters on the windows. The dark green sign remained unchanged, slightly fading from the weather.

Nelson's Meat. You are here.

Snow dusted the cold air, falling over you like the finest gossamer. The little white flakes melted on your nose at the first touch. You thanked the taxi driver for helping you with your suitcase, and soon you were left alone before the shop on the vacant street. The warm light illuminated from the inside was inviting, coaxing your feet to step forward to the door. You took a moment to brace yourself, taking in a deep breath. Your body shuddered faintly from the cold that slowly seeped through the layers of your clothes. After a year of living and working abroad alone, you missed your adopted family. Your arrival was no secret, but your family didn't expect you until the next day. Your knuckles rapped on the glass door; the scene inside was shielded from your vision by the blind. The door opened, and your brother, Frank, or as you so lovingly called Foggy, greeted you with the biggest smile. Your name was an excited shout in true Foggy's fashion.

"If this isn't the prodigy daughter! I thought you wouldn't be here until tomorrow?"

He pulled you into a crushing hug, lifting you off the ground. You held onto him with both arms, squealing as you tried to explain.

"I wanted to surprise everyone!"

An onslaught of delighted cheers and calls rushed at you the moment Foggy ushered you through the door, out of the claws of the late autumn. He followed closely behind, taking your suitcase in with him. You were pulled into one hug after another, and each member of your family squeezed you until you were sure there would be imprints of their hugs on your back. You tried your best to keep up with the questions, their overflowing enthusiasm for your foreign experience, and the stories from home that were thrown at you.

You parted from your uncle, smiling bashfully at his genuine excitement that you had a safe trip home. Over his shoulder, from the peripheral of your vision, you saw him stepping into the room. The sight of Matt was unexpected, to say the least. You hadn't seen him since the day you left for Sweden. Before you were fully aware of what you were about to do, you took long, haste steps and jumped into Matt's arms, giving him a big hug.

"Matt! You're here?"

He wrapped his arms around you, embracing you with just as much enthusiasm.

"Your brother invited me. Apparently, he deems ordering takeouts on a Thanksgiving evening too pathetic."

You snorted as an easy smile graced the corners of his lips. You pulled back to truly take him in; your eyes ran over his endearing features. Matt hadn't changed much in the past year, but you noticed the subtle difference in his frame. You could feel the firmness of his muscle over the thin material of his white dress shirt. You stayed locked in each other's hold, your hands on his shoulder and biceps, his hands on your waist with the soft back-and-forth brush of his thumb. You thought of that day at the airport, how he surprised you just by being there, and even more so when he pulled you into a tight embrace and held onto you as if he couldn't let you go.

Foggy cleared his throat, and you turned to your brother. He gave you a strange look, his eyes widened as if to ask a question you didn't have the answer to, and you let go of Matt. Your brother was all too eager to steer you to the kitchen, going on about how you must try his eggnog recipe with a twist. The tale of how he used absinthe that one time fell on deaf ear as you glanced over your shoulder to see Matt where you had left him. He seemed to know that you were looking at him, tipping his head as if to tell you that he would be okay.

In the kitchen, a glass of eggnog without absinthe, as Foggy assured, was shoved in your hands. The night went smoothly as you traded stories and started a weirdly competitive game of Pictionary, enjoying your drinks as you waited for dinner to be ready.

After a while, your skin prickled with sweat and warmth from the drink in the room full of people. You excused yourself, going to the kitchen for a glass of water. You were staring at the golden brown turkey in the oven when Matt entered the room with empty hands. You asked if he wanted a beer, to which he nodded. You drew one from the fridge and popped it open by placing the edge of its cap on the counter before handing it to him. You leaned on the kitchen counter, and Matt did the same. Moments passed when neither of you said anything, contentedly basking in the quiet. You tipped your head towards him and whispered, even though the two of you were alone, in the kitchen rich with delicious smells.

"How have you been?"

He gave a casual shrug.

"I've been busy. Things have been picking up at the office. I'm just glad that we have more clients to foot the bills now."

You hummed in agreement. Foggy told you all about it during your weekly call. You glanced at Matt's hand on the beer bottle, seeing the skin on his knuckles scattered in white scars. The sight of them somehow reminded you of when Foggy was at Columbia and would sometimes bring Matt with him home. Matt was skinnier then, always in baggy Columbia sweatshirts or soft sweaters, always timid around your big, loud family. From time to time, the sight of his red and blistered knuckles wouldn't escape your perceptive eyes. When you asked about it, he always blamed it on his clumsiness, and how he too often pushed himself too hard at the gym. You had your suspicion but never asked out of respect for his boundaries. He seemed uncomfortable whenever you pointed out his injuries.

Matt looked different now. His dark hair grew longer, tousled on top and curled slightly at the nape of his neck. The stubble added a ruggedness to his sculpted face, accentuated by a smile sweet enough to make your heart race. Your eyes travelled down to the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt, displaying his fuzzy forearms. Continued the path downward were his hands; the veins were prominent on the slightly red skin. And how could you forget the scars?

You nudged his shoulder teasingly.

"Still up to no good, I see."

Matt turned to you, a questioning look on his face. His brows raised, peeking over the red glasses he wore. You brought your hand to his knuckles, brushing against the calloused skin. Matt inhaled deeply as a shiver rolled down his spine, bathing him in a warm rush of blood as it went straight to his traitorous heart. Your touch was soft and tender, a gentle swipe over his brutal achievement. His cheeks warmed at the barely-there contact.

"I'm just … clumsy. Maybe I do need a guide dog."

"Dogs are cute! And helpful! I can imagine a little Labrador being your sidekick."

You cooed, imagining a lovely pup always perching at his feet. Matt shook his head.

"I don't think I'm a dog person, so …."

"Wow! How dare you?"

You said it with so much seriousness that it made Matt laugh out loud. His laugh was contagious, and you joined him, a burst at the ridiculous and unfunny joke. Your shoulders touched as your bodies swayed in the other's direction. Your hand still lingered on his when Foggy walked in. At the sight of your brother, you abruptly pulled your hand back, which earned another scrutinizing look from him. He stared at you and Matt, at the distance between you two, and his eyes narrowed.

"What's going on?"

You lifted a shoulder, casting an innocent smile at your brother.

"Nothing! We're just catching up."

Matt took a swig of his beer as you sipped your water.

"Doesn't look like it to me."

A call for Foggy from the living room reached the three of you, but he didn't care to answer. It seemed he didn't want to leave despite the persistent call, his expression full of concern. You silently gestured for him to go on, yet he didn't move an inch. An awkward air cast over the three of you until your mother barged in.

"Come on, we've been calling you!"

Foggy turned to his mom, nudging his head in the direction of where you and Matt huddled together.

"But I can't leave them there."

With a wave of her hand, your mother dismissed Foggy's silly concern.

"Yes, you can. Don't be a buzzkill. Let them catch up."

Despite his resistance, Foggy was dragged away. You chuckled, shaking your head.

"I missed him, even with his overprotectiveness."

A lightbulb went off in your head.

"I missed teasing him most of all."

Matt's head tipped forward as he laughed, making a few strands of hair fall over his forehead. Your hands itched to feel them in the guise of pushing them back.

"Why do I feel like you're involving me in this?"

"Because I am. Do you trust me?"

You leaned close, and Matt could smell the faint daisy of your perfume. He swallowed hard, nodding.

"I do."

And let you hold his wrist, guiding him to the living room, where your family was still very much engaged in Pictionary. You chose to stand near the snack table, which was in Foggy's line of vision. Your arms touched, and you had to reign in the slight shiver that threatened to break.

Matt leaned in as if to tell you a secret. His husky voice stroked the growing excitement and nervousness in the pit of your stomach.

"Is he looking?"

You pretended to trail your eyes over the game, taking in the sight of a grumpy Foggy. It was obvious that he didn't like how close his friend was to his sister.

"Yes, and he doesn't look too happy about it."

Matt pulled you closer by your arm, keeping his face close to yours. From the look of anyone who didn't know what you were up to, you looked comfortable with one another, borderline intimate. Warm puffs of air tickled your ear, sending a pleasant chill down your spine.

"Is this okay?"

You touched his hand, which still lingered on your arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"It's more than okay."

Surprised by your honesty, the tips of Matt's ears turned pink. You couldn't help the flush that crept onto your face, and you were glad Matt couldn't see how deep the blush was. He cleared his throat, changing the direction of your conversation.

"So … are you going back there after Thanksgiving?"

You nodded before verbalizing your confirmation.

"Yes, I am. In three days. I have to wrap up my quarter's work before the holidays."

"Are you staying there for Christmas? Spending it with someone special?

If you didn't know any better, you would think Matt was testing to see if you were seeing someone. You bit back a smile.

"I'm planning to come home for Christmas and New Year. And uhm, no boyfriend.”

Matt nodded a little too eagerly.

"What about you? Do you have anyone in your life?"

"No. I haven't dated anyone seriously for a long time."

"Oh."

Relief was the last reaction you expected, but your heart skipped a beat, surprising you. The few out-of-place strands fell again, and you couldn't help yourself this time. Your hand grazed Matt's strong jawline, beckoning him to fully turn to you. He obliged, and you swept the hair back, watching his face soften in genuine wonder.

Your mom called everyone to the dining room as dinner was ready, breaking you out of the stupor. You led Matt to the table with his hand resting in the crook of your arm. Matt pulled out a chair for you, like the gentleman he was, and went to take a seat beside you. Foggy tried to slot himself in between, asking if you needed another drink, to which you declined. Theo pulled Foggy away with a warning look, making him sit on the other side of the table. You helped Matt with his plate, filling him in on what was on the table. The dinner carried on, and you continued to have a good time with Matt; the scheme of making Foggy mad was only a distant thing in the back of your mind.

The night ended, almost everyone left, and Matt decided it was his time to go. Despite Foggy's eager assistance to call Matt a cab, he took on your offer to walk him home instead. So you walked side-by-side through the quiescent neighbourhood with his hand on your arm, accompanied by the occasional taps of his cane on the snowy ground. You reminisced about the old days when you attended Columbia just two years behind Foggy and Matt. How Matt would always have something for you to snack on when your stomach grumbled. How he would wait for you and walk you home from your late study sessions at the library. You both chuckled at the present when the roles were reversed before allowing the reticence to settle.

After one and a half blocks, Matt broke the comfortable silence.

"After New Year, are you thinking of staying there for good?"

You took a moment even though deep down you already knew the answer.

"I'm not sure yet. They're giving me a few weeks to decide. I love working there, but … I also missed New York."

Matt hummed softly in response to your answer. He took a deep breath and exhaled before giving voice to his honest thought. So low and small that you almost missed it.

"Then maybe you should come back here."

A suspicion nagged at you, and you knew you would keep wondering about it if you didn't act on it.

"Why are you so curious about whether I stay or not?"

Matt stopped, and you ceased your steps with him.

"Do you want my honest answer?"

Your heart pounded in your chest. Gone was his playful manner, making way for a reserved, more solemn tone.

"Yes, of course."

His mouth opened and closed again. He had a tough time choosing a suitable response, doing his best to construe his complicated thoughts and transparent feelings into words that could bear the weight of the past year. No, the past years that he had known you.

"It's– I would love it if … you stayed here. But the decision is yours and I … I just want you to be happy with wherever you choose."

It wasn't something you expected. If you had to be honest, it wasn't something you expected from Matt. His answer felt personal, like a love letter on the mantle, unopened, but always there where its intended receiver could find and delve into the lovely words transcribed from unspoken feelings.

It took you a few moments, but eventually, you found your voice.

"Do you think I can find that here? My happiness?"

"Of course."

You didn't bother to hold back your bashful smile, reflecting Matt's own. The two of you started walking again, and you nudged his shoulder.

"I'll let you know my decision within a few business days."

His lighthearted chuckle was woven in the wind, the sound of it free and unchained. His apartment came into view, and you wished it was much, much farther away. When you reached the familiar building, you turned to him, watching the little puffs of smoke wafting around his pretty face.

"Thank you for playing along with me back there."

The deep timbre of his soft laugh and his broad smile warmed you from the inside out. Much more effective than Foggy's eggnog-without-absinthe.

"No worries. I had a good time teasing Foggy. I'm not looking forward to going in on Monday, though."

Your inside churned with giddiness for the thousand times that night. Why did this feel so easy, being around Matt? You came home with the intention of visiting your family, yet you found something you didn't know you had. It felt natural, like your reflexes. Your action was an extension of that as you stood on your tiptoe, adorning a kiss on Matt's cheek. When you pulled back, the grin on his red-tinted face was full of adoration. You had no doubt that you were blushing, too.

"Goodnight, Matt."

Your whisper was feather-soft, as if you were afraid you could ruin the moment by talking too loudly. Matt's hand lingered on your arm, holding onto the felt of your coat like he didn't want to let you go, just like that day at the airport. You took a few steps backward with reluctance; your eyes committed the sight of him to your memories. You looked back after a good distance away, and you could see Matt standing where you had left him, gazing in your direction. An unspoken promise in between.

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[call-sign-shark]

The Woods Whisper ||Part 1/2

Summary: After a terrific nightmare, your and Arthur’s life change for good. You start to suffer from a mysterious and excruciating hunger, which always seems to lead you to the forest.

Words: 3.2k

TW: Extreme violence, angst, cannibalism, graphic depiction of mutilation, blood kink (wow no one is surprised), piv, rough and unprotected sex but it’s short, supernatural AU.

Notes: written for @peakyswritings's 2k celebration and Halloween. Nina belongs to her. + important notes at the end of the post.

Reader is Heaven from the series Heaven in Your Eyes.

Since the first night they shared together Arthur knew of his wife’s violent nightmares. It seemed that the demons of your past waited for you to close your eyes in order to plague your dreams with the terrific memories of your family's murder and the men who hunted you down in the woods. After a while, Arthur became accustomed to your sudden screams at night and helped you calm down when you thrashed your limbs, fighting against some malevolent ghosts only you could see. When it happened, the tall gangster secured you in his strong arms and gently forced you to rest your head against his lean chest. With his long fingers lost in your snow-white mane, he would then cradle you with indescribable tenderness and whisper in your ear with his hoarse voice, rendered even more raspy by sleep. He didn't stop until your whole body relaxed, sinking in the soothing combination of his warm skin, chest hairs, lean muscles, and musky perfume. A familiar cocktail you assimilated with love and protection: as long as he was here, you knew that the monsters that were lurking in your most twisted nightmares wouldn't hurt you. Or at least they didn't until that one night.

This time you struggled with such violence that you threw a nasty punch to his face when Arthur pinned you against the mattress in a desperate attempt to calm you down. Taking advantage of his confusion, you jumped from the bed with supernatural agility, hurtled down the stairs at lightspeed, and ran outside, barefoot in the dawn-sprinkled weeds. The only thing covering your delicate frame was the thin and immaculate bedsheet that floated behind you at the winter wind's discretion.

“Angel!” Arthur yelled, running behind you as he saw your frail silhouette reaching the vast and dangerous woods that were at the edge of your property. The gravel of his voice echoed with the rumble of the thunder as he called your name, but the savage drums you heard in your trance were louder than him. Arthur had no other choice than to pounce on you before you disappeared into the frozen forest all naked, that was why he shoved you to the ground. A chilling scream escaped from your plumped lips as you fought under his grip but fortunately enough he had more strength. Keeping you pinned on the muddy soil, he tried to make you come back to your senses by shaking you “Wake up! Please, Heaven, wake up! This is just a bloody nightmare!"

“They whisper to me! They whisper to me!” You cried out, moving your head from left to right and fighting like a demon, eyes still shut.

“Fookin’ who?!” Arthur shook you a bit more bluntly, panic kicking in him as he realized that you were still deeply embedded in a profound sleep he couldn't pull you from.

“The woods whisper to me!” You whimpered, your inexhaustible and unusual strength mysteriously increased by your psychosis, “They are calling me home!” Your siren-like voice turned into a banshee's laments and, with one powerful push, you suddenly managed to turn around to lay flat on your stomach and dug your nails into the ground in a desperate attempt to crawl closer to the forest. Overwhelmed by the situation, Arthur had no other choice than to resort to physical violence.

"For fuck's sake, Heaven!"

He didn't know how he managed to throw you over his shoulder just like a floor bag but he did and, wasting no time, he brought you home without minding how hard your tiny and muddy fists banged against his back or how you tried to kick him by thrashing your legs like a wild animal fighting for its life.

“Sleepwalking it is.”

“I don’t sleepwalk.” You mumbled, hands cupping your warm mug filled with hot cocoa, and your knees, which were pressed against your breasts, tightly glued together. Nina got up from the sofa and walked towards the gargantuan dining table of Arrow House’s living room to grab a plate of homemade biscuits she had baked for Tommy even though her husband thrived off whiskey and cigarettes rather than edible and healthy food. As she did, your crystal eyes followed your new sister-in-law’s every move, losing yourself in your thoughts as you watched the Sicilian girl’s elegant gait. With her beautiful tan skin, honey-pooled eyes, and long black hair, Nina Ferrante was your strict opposite. She was made of sun and fire, lava probably running through her veins. When she put her warm hand on the frozen and porcelain skin of yours, you batted your Bambi lashes to shoo your thoughts away and looked at the young Sicilian woman.

“It's nothing but sleepwalking and it tends to get better with time. Maybe Arthur and you should spend a few nights here, away from the forest?”

“Hm.” You replied absentmindedly, putting the mug on the coffee table only for your fingers to reach for the delicious biscuits Nina had made, “I don’t think it would solve the problem. Even when I’m not sleeping at home I still hear them at night.” You took a bite of the biscuit, its hard dough crunching under your sharp teeth. The sweet flavor of sugar and strawberry jam melted on your tongue -- You closed your eyes and hummed with satisfaction.

“What do you hear?” Nina inquired, visibly worried for you for your angelic complexions were undermined by the red bags under your eyes and the weight you had lost. In truth, you had always been thin and tiny, but your adorable cheeks and the voluptuous curves of your thighs proved you were in perfect health. That was just your body shape. Yet, since the night of this horrific nightmare, you had started to lose a great deal of weight and looked more and more gaunt.

“Drums. I mainly hear some odd drums coming from the woods,” You ate another biscuit, “And there are the whispers. It's not someone whispering to me but it’s more like an unintelligible mix of people murmuring incomprehensible things together.” Another biscuit, they were good, “Maybe I’m just becoming crazy.” You finally said, attempting to lighten the tense atmosphere with a joke and a small shrug. Your glossy lips curled in a faint, reassuring smile but it didn’t work: Nina still looked deeply concerned.

“At least you’re eating well.” She said encouragingly when she noticed you had just eaten the entire plate of biscuits by yourself.

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” Surprised by your own appetite, you brought your hand over your mouth, aquamarine eyes wide open in shame.

“Don’t be. I’m glad someone ate them ‘cause Tommy doesn’t anyway. And you know… My aunts used to tell me that eating is a sign of good health. But that's an Italian thing.” Nina’s beautiful smile shone as bright as her honey eyes, but the worried glow in her iris betrayed how serious she thought the matter was.

A few days passed and Arthur noticed brutal changes in your habits. It started with snacking between meals and, even if it seemed to be anodyne, it was something you never did. While not particularly picky with food, you were careful with your diet, taking care of always eating very balanced meals that would suit your small appetite. At first, Arthur thought that your insatiable hunger was due to an unexpected pregnancy. Maybe the baby and your hormones asked you for more energy? But your snacking habit soon took another extreme turn. Constant cravings turned into frenzy binge eating. You ended up waking up in the middle of the night and emptying the kitchen's cupboards. Anything edible disappeared crushed under your teeth as you compulsively ate until your jaw ached. But no matter the amount of food you ingested, nothing seemed to fill the void inside of you. You ate, you ate, and you ate but you were never full.

Moreover, this ravenous hunger wasn't confined to food only. The gaping hole inside of you craved sex. Unhealthy, messy, and nymphomaniac sex. A restless rhythm even Arthur had trouble keeping up with, and God knew he had stamina. The oldest Shelby brother had barely hung up his long black coat when you threw yourself in his arms and devoured his lips, drool running from your chin. You didn't leave him time to catch his breath or to reach the bedroom. In fact, your sly and cold fingers were already tearing his shirt apart and unbuckling his belt while your whole body quivered with excitement. To hell with the bed, the floor would do the trick: you wanted him now.

Adrenaline shot through your veins and gave you enough strength to push him on the ground. Confused but equally aroused, Arthur's back leaned against the couch and he let you rid him. A cry of pleasure escaped from your starving mouth as you took him entirely inside of your tight core with one brutal thrust. He stopped breathing for a short while and dug his nails into the flesh of your hips, starstruck. Considering your size difference, your husband knew that you usually needed a bit of time to adjust to the sensation of his cock stretching your throbbing walls, even after years of marriage. Sometimes he used this characteristic of you to his advantage when he wanted to see you scream his name between two sobs. And yet, you didn't seem to mind the pain anymore. On the contrary, you immediately went for a furious pace, hopping on his lap with your small and round breasts bouncing. With his mouth agape, Arthur's calloused hands clenched on your pale flesh and he closed his eyes, letting out a compendium of moans, grunts, and cuss words. That was fine with him -- he liked it rough and he knew that his angel-looking wife could be the naughtiest whore.

The simple sight of you fucking yourself on his hard shaft, growling like an animal, made him higher than the purest opium he had shot in his veins. He only started to understand the extent of your despair and greed the moment you kept moving your hips fiercely even after you both came. The gangster had done his best: he had worked you with his long fingers, buried his face between your legs until his jaw hurt, and filled you countless times in every position he knew, but you had never enough and it was starting to become painful for him too.

"Easy angel, ay? Easy -- oh fuck." He threw his head back, his lower lip trembling and his mustache twisting from time to time, "L-last round ay? I'm fookin' empty." But you weren't listening.

"More! More! Need more, Art! Please..." You begged. In the depths of your soul, a voracious maw of desire yawned. It was a starving abyss, a giant crevice in your being nothing could ease. Making your two bodies snap faster, you didn't notice the thin trickle of blood that had started running down your inner thighs. The pain should have made you stop but you couldn't. "I'm gonna --" When Arthur felt your pussy clenching around him, he worked you through your orgasm despite being a breathless and sweaty mess. Closer, closer... The moment the knot in your stomach snapped, you instinctively sunk your teeth into Arthur's freckled shoulder.

"Fuck!" Arthur grunted through gritted teeth, a searing shock of sensation coursing through him. The piercing pain that followed, acute and unexpected, made him reach the stars. He came in a long and raspy groan, releasing his load for the umpteenth time deep inside of you. "Heaven!" Pleasure exploded in you like fireworks, resulting in you rolling your hips and biting Arthur even harder. His blood brimmed over your mouth, gushing from the wound in long crimson trails. Your teeth were so deep into his flesh that you could have ripped a chunk of him. Silent fell again in the living room, only broken by the fire crackling in the hearth and the melody of your panting breathing. You remained like this all the while you cooled down, breathing fast through your nose as your starving tongue still licked the blood of your husband, relishing its metallic and slightly sweet taste. "'S'Alright, love." Arthur's shaky hand gently stroked your back to tame your wild spirit. "Your Arthur's here." He whispered softly, tenderly, for you had started to quietly sob in agony.

"M-More..." Tears fell down your rosy cheeks as you realized that something was definitely wrong, "Fuck me more. Hurt me, breed me, I don't care but please... Please do something I can't take it anymore..." You whispered with your bleeding mouth, exhausted, your whole body sore, but still starving.

Arthur had told the family you were sick to keep up appearances and explain your absence. No one asked any questions nor showed signs of doubt except for his cunning sister-in-law Nina, who would stare at him in disapproval. But how could he explain what was happening to you now that the situation had worsened? In fact, Arthur would frequently find you nestled in the middle of the kitchen at night, your delicate form cradled in a graceful curl and your knuckles met by your tender lips as you bit them until crimson tears trailed down your porcelain skin. You did so only to hush the unrestrained, agonizing crescendo of hunger that writhed within you, rendering your sobs into whispers only the silent home and your helpless husband could fathom. The lanky gangster had tried everything to help you alleviate the pain but nothing had worked so far. The one and only trick that would get you relaxed for one to two hours was when he allowed you to take a bite of him. So each time he would find you crying, he wouldn't think twice. Arthur slowly unbuttoned his shirt and opened it, exposing his chest to you as you both sat on the kitchen floor.

"Go ahead, love. Bite me."

“No!" You protested, anger flashing in your crystalline eyes. As much as your husband's support helped you go through it, you hated the idea of hurting him. An intense feeling of shame and sorrow would shake you when you looked at his scarred body. His freckled skin was littered with deep and swollen bite marks, which constantly reminded you of how monstrous you were. But Arthur wouldn't have it — seeing you in pain was torture to him. He would give everything he had and never had only to content your bottomless hunger, even if it meant sacrificing his own flesh. His strong and calloused hands grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to him. Nestling your nose in the crook of his neck, you let out a shaky sigh at the soothing sensation of Arthur's fingers massaging your scalp and bringing your face closer to his skin in a silent invitation. The delicious scents of his natural perfume intoxicated you, leading you to take a long inhale of him. You wanted to resist, you really did, but all your goodwill couldn't compete with your husband's exquisite taste, a taste that was already making you salivate. Finally, you abandoned yourself to your vices and gave Arthur's neck a few little licks before diving your teeth into his juicy flesh. His body jerked a bit against yours but the stinging sensation quickly released endorphins in him and turned the experience pleasurable. Or maybe he was just completely fucked up.

"A good girl you are, eh." A gravelly moan escaped from his mouth as he felt you lapping the blood that was gushing out of the fresh bite like a famished kitten licking milk. The relief you would feel following your twisted cannibalistic ritual would only be momentary, but at least you might enjoy the luxury of a good nap. After a short while, you eventually pulled your head back from his neck, your otherworldly pale eyes staring at his complexions with great attention. His dark blue iris met yours as your frozen fingers ghosted over his face, tracing the lines of his appetizing lips and the crowfeet at the corner of his eyes.

"I don't deserve you." Your hypnotizing siren-like voice was mainly a whisper. Arthur laid a tender kiss on your fingers before arching one of his thick eyebrows, "Look at me, I'm a fucking monster."

"Ye ain't a monster, angel." He immediately corrected you, leaning over your face to steal a kiss from your bleeding mouth. Far from being disrupted by the crimson hemoglobin he smeared on his own lips doing so, the lanky gangster kissed you again but with more passion this time, tongue waltzing with yours. A shiver of desire ran through your famished body at the dizzying taste of blood and whiskey. When he broke the kiss, your breath was slightly hitching. "You're the most dazzling creature I've ever seen, and I promise I'll do everything in my power to find a solution to soothe yer hunger." Arthur swore, the glow of a mad and obsessive love dancing in his eyes, "That will be our secret ay."

"Our secret." Your mouth, painted in a gruesome shade of crimson, curled into a wicked and enamored smile. The blood, thick and vicious, clung to your lips and stood against your otherwise delicate and angelic features.

Dead branches cracked under your feet but apart from them, a stern silence lingered in the forest, only disrupted by the eerie howling of the wind. Your pale locks seemed to shimmer and merge with the ethereal glow of the night, casting an unsettling radiance on their fresh-fallen snow color. As you walked all naked with a haunting grace, your steps echoed softly in the silence of the woods. A winter breeze caressed your bosom, making your nipples harden, but you didn't react, unable to feel cold anymore. Surprisingly enough, no animal had dared cross your path, as if they sensed what kind of lethal and inhumane creature you had become. The only exception was the majestic deer that was by your side, accompanying you like a silent sentinel with ashen fur. The black pools of darkness that constituted its eyes contrasted with yours, glassy like the clouded gaze of a corpse. Yet, you still bore one common feature: an uncanny malice shone in them. In your trance, you reached for the deer antlers, your fingertips gently stroking its bony texture. Guided by the drums and the whispers, you disappeared into the depths of the woods, tired of fighting against this alluring call.

How long did you wander in the woods? And what had happened in there? No one could knew. What Arthur knew though was that when he woke up, you were sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in the sheets, and your tiny shivering being painted in red.

"Arthur... I think I did something bad..."

"What... The bloody hell..."

He mouthed, his steel blue eyes gawking in shock at the majestic and bony antlers on your head.

notes: While this is mainly a supernatural AU written for both Halloween and my lovely moot’s celebration, the myth of the Wendigo is one of the inspirations that brought the character of Heaven to life. From her aesthetic (forest, antlers...) to the whole atmosphere and story of her hunting down men in the woods prior to her coming to Birmingham, the myth of the Wendigo is embedded in the essence of her character. This is partly due to the fact that it’s my favorite creature along with the myth of the boogeyman, but also because of my long-term fascination with cannibalism. Admittedly, the myth of the Wendigo is Algonquian and has been twisted a lot by Western media. Yet, I tried to respect some aspects of the original beast the best I could and sincerely hope it won't pass for cultural appropriation.

✞ Any comment, review, reblog, or constructive criticism is welcome. Your reactions really motivate me and keep me alive, so please don't be shy. English is not my first language.

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[blondelover2772]

The Book

CHAPTER 1

Larissa Weems x (adult) Wednesday Addams

WARNINGS: angst, drama, romance, comfort, fluff, Christmas, age difference, adult Wednesday, lonely Larissa, sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering, sexual inexperience, love, cat and happy ending :)

WORD COUNT: 20,000+

about conscience, about forgiveness and about love

First of all, I’m not a native English speaker so excuse me for all my mistakes.

Secondly, this story has three chapters, which are already written. I’m just struggling with translation right now :)

And finally, Wednesday is adult enough to have a relationship with another woman.

Enjoy.

The permanent principal of Nevermore Academy Larissa Weems drummed her fingers boringly on a mug with already cold hot chocolate, watching raindrops quickly flow down the huge windows of the Weathervane café, obscuring the cozy streets of Christmas Jericho with their bizarre patterns. After another glance at her wristwatch, the woman was about to leave, when suddenly the ringing of Chinese bells, hanging on the front door, announced a new visitor. The blonde didn't even have to turn around to find out who it was. Only she could have dared to come to the Weathervane when nature, deciding to give people a pre-holiday surprise, brought down a real downpour on the city.

“I'm sorry I'm late.” The familiar voice of Wednesday Addams was heard behind the woman.

Finally, turning around, Larissa discovered the girl, soaked from head to toe in the December rain, was quickly squeezing the remnants of water from her long hair.

On closer inspection, Wednesday turned out to be unexpectedly much older and matured. Instead of the two usual braids and bangs, the girl's face was framed by a shock of wavy wet hair of the same pitch-black color, her lips, neatly emphasized with scarlet lipstick, looked even plumper, and the figure, hidden under a tight dark turtleneck and matching jeans, now looked like the figure of a real young woman. The two years since their last meeting had clearly benefited Wednesday.

“Miss Addams,” Larissa nodded her head politely. “I was already beginning to think that your letter was someone's stupid joke.”

The woman watched Wednesday closely, waiting for some sarcastic remark. Surprisingly, there was no remark. Instead, the girl was diligently wiping raindrops from a large black bag with paper napkins, as if it contained something so fragile that it could disappear from simple contact with water. Finally satisfied with the result, Wednesday looked into Larissa's eyes for the first time that evening.

It was not the look that the woman remembered in Marilyn Thornhill's greenhouse, where they saw each other for the last time. Then the frightened eyes, frozen in genuine shock and horror, seemed to beg for help. Now, there was a subtle softness mixed with atypical shyness in the girl's black eyes.

“I did it.” Wednesday said without preliminaries and not taking her gaze off Larissa.

“Of course, I understand that brevity is the sister of talent, but could you be more specific, Miss Addams?”

Taking a deep breath, the girl took the menu, lying on the table, and began to study it intently, either from a desire to really order something, or in an attempt to take a break.

“It has been two years since I’m not in Nevermore and you are no longer my principal. I see no reason not to call me just Wednesday,” throwing the menu aside, the girl looked at Larissa again and added uncertainly, “I think it's fair for me when I talk to you.”

Larissa grinned softly. Still, some things never change.

“Well, just Wednesday, I guess discussing such formalities was not the purpose of our sudden meeting. The letter said there is something so important that it couldn't even be discussed over the phone.”

“Although I have a phone, not by my own will of course, it is much more pleasant to invite another person on a date by a letter.” Leaning her chin on her hand, Wednesday looked attentively at the woman.

“A date?” Larissa couldn't hide her surprise at the girl's words.

“A meeting of two people, if you like,” Wednesday looked down at the menu again, “but before we continue discussing semantic subtleties, I need to drink a hot espresso. For all my love for water and cold tortures, I wasn't ready for these today.” The girl waved her hand at a bored waiter at the bar.

And only now did the woman realize that in her rain-soaked clothes, Wednesday was probably chilled to the bone.

The barista guy came up, kindly took the order for a quadruple espresso, and went to the coffee machine at the bar.

Larissa noted that apart from her and Wednesday, there was not a soul in the whole Weathervane. The subdued light from the Christmas garlands, hanging on the windows, gave an incredible comfort, and the jazz music, playing from the speakers, created a truly romantic atmosphere. Really, it looks like a date. Larissa immediately pushed the thought planted by the girl out of her head. What kind of a date can we talk about with Morticia's daughter? On top of everything else with a former student. Even with the smartest, most daring, brave and, as it turned out now, very sexy, but still the former student.

From a string of not very decent thoughts, the woman was distracted by the friendly voice of the waiter with a cup of fragrant drink for the frozen girl.

“Would you like some more hot chocolate, miss?”

“No, thanks.” Larissa rewarded the barista guy with a polite smile and turned her astonished gaze to Wednesday. The girl greedily gulped down the strong espresso, as if it was not a ninety-degree drink, but simple water at room temperature. Setting the nearly empty cup aside, Wednesday sighed with relief.

“As I said, I did it.” With these words, the girl reached for her bag. A few seconds later, a thick pile of yellowish sheets appeared on the table, fastened with a black scorpion clip. “At the moment, I'm eighteen years old, two months, three days,” Wednesday glanced at the clock hanging in the Weathervane, “and twenty one hours. I broke the record of Mary Shelley, who wrote Frankenstein at the age of nineteen.” A satisfied smile appeared on the girl's face.

Larissa looked curiously at the first sheet, on which a single word was printed in small typewritten letters — the book.

“What an original title for the first book. It's definitely going to succeed.” The woman said with a hint of sarcasm.

A look of resentment appeared on Wednesday's pale face, quickly replaced by self-confidence.

“This is an ideal title for intellectually developed individuals whose inquisitive mind is not afraid of the unknown. Only the superficial ignoramuses need to chew the essence of the book immediately from the cover.”

“Your words, but in the ears of the classics.” Larissa retorted with an ironic smile. How she missed sparring verbally with Wednesday.

Finishing the remaining espresso in one gulp, the girl slowly pushed the manuscript closer to Larissa, caused slightly confusion in the woman.

“May I ask why did you brought this to me?”

“Before I send the manuscript to the publisher, you must read it.” The girl said in a commanding tone, without taking her black eyes off Larissa.

“Do you really think that the principal of Nevermore Academy has nothing better to do than read the manuscripts of former students?” Larissa tried to hide her growing interest behind her pretended indifference.

“Do you have anything to do? All the Nevermore students went home for the holidays to pay tribute to the silly Christmas tradition. There is no one left in the academy, except for a couple of workaholics like you,” the girl bit her lip thoughtfully, “as for your personal life, as far as I know, you do not have and have not had a woman for a long time, whom you would prefer to fascinating reading of my manuscript,” Wednesday looked intently at Larissa and she added quietly, “your presence at the café on Saturday evening with a former student only confirms this.”

Larissa's cheeks flushed. Fortunately, behind the thick layer of foundation, it was hard to notice Wednesday.

This brazen girl, having not seen a woman for two years, somehow inexplicably managed to sum up her whole boring life to date in a few sentences. The question, which should have slightly pricked the girl, turned against Larissa herself. And if you don't need a lot of intelligence to understand the obvious state of affairs at the academy, then how could Wednesday find out juicy details about a woman's sexual preferences? Had Morticia told her everything? The mere thought made the woman unbearably painful. Morticia was the first to whom Larissa once opened up, and she mercilessly trampled on her love and ran away to Gomez Addams. No, Wednesday can't know that. Wednesday shouldn't be discussing her failed love life with such equanimity at all.

But unfortunately, Wednesday can do anything and Wednesday doesn't owe anyone anything. She has proven this more than once during her studies at Nevermore.

Now, with her straightforwardness and outright tactlessness, the girl has crossed all imaginable and unimaginable boundaries. And if a minute ago Larissa was seriously thinking of acting as a literary critic of Wednesday's debut book, now this is out of the question.

“Is that all you wanted to tell me? Can I go now?” The woman said coldly, getting up from the table and not wanting to continue listening to the humiliating monologue of a young self-taught psychologist.

“No,” grabbing the manuscript, the girl immediately jumped up after her, “even if it contradicts my principles, my phone number is written on the back of the first sheet.” Wednesday handed her book to the woman, as if she sincerely expected her to take it.

Once again, Larissa was surprised by the amazing audacity and self-confidence of the girl. Does Wednesday really think that after saying that she will take the manuscript and then call to give a detailed review?

After taking one last look at the soaked girl with the damn book, Larissa headed for the exit with only one desire — to forget about tonight and about Wednesday.

Torrential rain with sharp gusts of wind greeted the woman warmly on the street. Taking a blue umbrella out of her bag, Larissa regretted that she had agreed to this meeting with Wednesday. But deep-seated guilt and nasty pricks of conscience simply left her no other choice. In her letter, the girl insisted on a personal meeting, the importance of which could change their lives forever.

Taking a deep breath, Larissa opened her umbrella and prepared to meet the nature, as at the same moment the instigator of the ill-fated “date” appeared from the doors of the Weathervane. She slung her bag over her shoulder and looked at the woman helplessly, if such a word can be applied to Wednesday at all.

Larissa Weems has always been famous for her fairness and toughness. But no one would dare to call her cruel. As much as she was offended by Wednesday's words, leaving the girl on the street in such weather is too inhumane.

“Judging by your clothes, you don't have a car or an umbrella. I can give you a ride and then our paths will part.” The woman said dryly.

Assessing the hopelessness of the situation, Wednesday silently climbed under the large umbrella, as far away from the woman as possible. Larissa clearly felt that the girl was uncomfortable, either from a sudden awakening of guilt for what she had said to her, or for some other reason, known only to Addams.

It seemed to rain even harder, and the thunder, alternating with bright lightning, grew louder by the second.

Gracefully avoiding puddles of liquid mud and finally coming up with a parked car, Larissa opened the passenger door for Wednesday, who climbed inside without further ado.

Once again thinking about how just one letter from an obnoxious girl changed her perfectly planned Saturday night with old movies and a bottle of red wine into a painful reflection on her unenviable life, the woman got behind the wheel.

“I'm staying in an apartment near yours,” the girl began, watching the wipers vigorously struggle with the water on the windshield, “considering that the purpose of my arrival in Jericho was to meet you, this is the most convenient option.”

Not wanting to comment on the practicality of Wednesday, the woman abruptly pressed the gas pedal, and the car roared off.

In the silence that followed, Larissa's thoughts, however, were not silent at all, being replaced by logical questions and unpleasant memories. What was this meeting really so necessary for? Is it really all about Wednesday's simple desire to amuse her ego? And why should Larissa read the manuscript before sending it to the editorial office? None of this made sense. After all, one terrible autumn day, their paths parted forever. Replaying the events leading up to their last meeting in her head, Larissa could not help but feel a disgusting sense of guilt. She had to protect Wednesday from all the dangerous and terrible things that could await her within the walls of the academy. But, unfortunately, Larissa did not succeed. On the other hand, this is also the fault of the girl herself — Wednesday is so on her own mind that she would not listen to woman's instructions anyway. Therefore, succumbing to the persuasions of the girl, who confidently believes that she has finally figured out the true face of Hyde, Larissa, along with Wednesday, went to the Marilyn Thornhill‘s greenhouse. And she couldn't save herself, much less the girl. Being by her nature an invulnerable shapeshifter, the woman could not have imagined that Thornhill would decide to use belladonna — the world's most powerful poison, which is able to temporarily disable even such a poison-resistant organism as Larissa's. The woman woke up in the hospital the day after Wednesday's famous victory over the pilgrim Joseph Crackstone. Although Larissa did not see the hell that the girl had to experience, the woman heard stories one worse than the other. How did Wednesday manage to move on after all this nightmare and even write the book? The girl, despite her young age, was smarter than any adult, with whom Larissa had to communicate on a daily basis in Nevermore. It was thanks to this quality that the girl then became an unexpectedly close and dear person to Larissa. Now Wednesday, who has noticeably honed her sharp mind, has turned into a very beautiful young woman who needed a meeting with Larissa, who was unable to protect her once.

As she approached her street and slowed down a little, the woman looked at the hushed Wednesday and arched an eyebrow questioningly.

“Building 221b,” the girl answered the unspoken question and added, “apartment 27.”

Larissa quietly grinned, in a building with what number could a young Sherlock Holmes stay? And indeed not far from her own.

Deftly maneuvering between huge puddles and finally catching up with the cherished complex of apartment buildings, the woman turned off the car and examined still wet Wednesday.

“You can keep it for yourself.” Larissa handed the umbrella to the girl in another outburst of care, which, by the way, Wednesday did not deserve at all with her behavior today.

“Thank you. “ With sincere gratitude in her eyes, the girl reached for the umbrella, and their fingers touched slightly. Suddenly Wednesday froze. This is how, according to Larissa's memories, the girl always began to have visions.

“Wednesday, is everything okay?” The woman asked anxiously, looking at the girl's changed face.

“Yes.” Snatching the umbrella from Larissa's hands, the girl opened the door and quickly jumped out of the car, not even bothering to say goodbye.

Before she could fully understand what was happening, the woman only saw the front door closing behind Addams.

A sudden flash of lightning, like a powerful searchlight, illuminated the car, and Larissa noticed the manuscript lying on the passenger seat. That's an impudent girl! Nevertheless, she managed to give her book to the woman. Of course, she won't read it, but it can't lie in the car, can it? After a little hesitation, Larissa still put the work of the young writer in her bag and, taking a deep breath with the thoughts that there would be enough adventures for today, the woman went home.

Taking off her shoes and coat, Larissa went straight to the shower to literally and figuratively wash off the remnants of the past day. The hot water made the woman think again about the frozen Wednesday, whom, despite her disgusting behavior, she wanted to warm up. Closing her eyes, Larissa imagined how she hugged a fragile figure, seductively emphasized by wet clothes, pressed closer to her, stroked her wet hair. Every curve of the young sexy body seemed to beg to be caressed. A sudden wave of arousal swept through the woman's heated body, which made her feel both pleasant and sad at the same time. As Wednesday said in her humiliatingly accusatory monologue, Larissa really hadn't had a woman for a long time making her heart beat pleasantly and her mind distract from the affairs of the academy. The only living thing that faithfully waited for Larissa from Nevermore every day was Donut. A black cat with a white breast in the form of a tie followed the woman immediately after being discharged from the hospital. Such a stereotypical life of a single woman over forty, whose entire thoughts and time were occupied the academy. This, in principle, was quite acceptable to Larissa. But after today's meeting with Addams Junior, who so openly threw the truth in her face, the woman realized that her life was not so rainbow. And to be honest, it's not rainbow at all. In frustration, Larissa opened cold water to cool her body from unexpected arousal, and her thoughts from introspection.

Wrapped in a snow-white bathrobe, the woman got out of the shower and went to the living room. After pouring the food to the cat, which immediately began to devour it appetizingly, Larissa took out a bottle of red wine and went to the sofa next to the fireplace. The only thing the woman wanted right now was not to think about anything or anyone. Quickly disposing of the wine stopper, Larissa poured the ruby liquid into a glass and took the first sip. A pleasant warmth instantly spread through her body, slowly leaving behind the worries of the past day.

Suddenly, the woman's gaze caught on the bag lying on the chair, from which the sheets of Wednesday's manuscript were treacherously sticking out. Deciding that today couldn't get any worse, the woman took the ill-fated manuscript out of her bag and returned to the sofa, where her furry friend was already waiting for her. Putting Donut on her lap, Larissa turned over the first sheet of the manuscript, on which, as promised Wednesday, her number was neatly written in Gothic numerals. Who would have thought that such an opponent of modern technology would ever have a phone. Without hesitation, the woman reached for her iPhone. Of course, she will not call or write to the girl. But just in case, there should be her number. Larissa quickly wrote down the numbers on her phone. For some reason she didn't want to write the obvious name Wednesday at all.

“Donut, how do we call the obnoxious girl?” Larissa gently stroked the soft fur of the cat, remembering how once, when coming up with a name for him, she longed for her favorite donuts, which she is strictly forbidden to eat in order to preserve her perfect figure.

Turning the first sheet of the manuscript in her hands once more, Larissa finally signed the soulless numbers with a playful smile and put the phone aside.

Going to the fireplace, the woman threw several small logs into it and, striking a match, lit a fire. Watching the dancing flames, Larissa turned her gaze back to the manuscript. After taking another sip of wine, the woman took the girl's work and, opening the black scorpion clip, pulled out several sheets from the pile. Wednesday will never know about it anyway. The woman was possessed by a simple human interest. After all, the girl was right that the book with such a title could really intrigue.

After reading the first two pages of the manuscript, Larissa grinned. How did Wednesday, with such an unconventional mindset, decide to go such a banal way and turn herself into a “precocious and fearless detective girl”, and Nevermore into a “closed private university for gifted students”?

“How ordinary, don't you think?” The woman stroked the satisfied Donut behind the ear and took the next sheet.

Knowing firsthand about Wednesday's magnificent fantasy, Larissa nevertheless decided not to jump to conclusions from reading several sheets and continued to plunge further into the fictional world of the girl.

***

As soon as the heavy door had closed, Wednesday Addams exhaled either with relief or disappointment. The sky-blue umbrella, exactly matching Larissa's eyes, was the only bright object in the dark and gloomy corridor of the old building. When her heart slowed down its unusually frantic rhythm a little, the girl wearily wandered up the spiral staircase to the third floor. Carefully holding the umbrella like the most expensive jewel in the world, Wednesday took a curly key out of her bag and opened the front door.

A small apartment with a bunch of antique furniture and rare collectibles seemed to have stepped off the pages of vintage magazines. To the left of the narrow hallway was a living room with a kitchen and a tiny oak bar counter, on which was a worn porcelain vase with snow-white roses, carefully left as a welcome gesture. Which, in Wednesday's opinion, was not necessary at all, because the obvious passion of the owner of the apartment, in addition to collecting antiques, were flowers. They were everywhere: clay pots stood on window sills, wicker planters hung from the walls, and the largest exhibits filled the unfurnished space on the floor. Which meant that the main condition for the girl's stay in this botanical garden was taking care of green “pets”. And Wednesday, without hesitation, volunteered to act as a diligent florist, because the wall-to-wall library of books with disheveled spines and a nearby record player with a huge collection of retro recordings simply melted the girl's cold heart. The only modern item in this antique shop was a television, staring lifelessly with its black screen at a soft ivory sofa.

Opening Larissa's umbrella and carefully placing it on the parquet floor in the hallway, Wednesday took off her soaked shoes and headed to a second and last room — the bedroom.

The bedroom was also small: a single bed, an antique desk-secretary and a double wardrobe — everything that could fit in it. But all this tiny constraint simply ceased to exist against the background of the stunning view of the majestic trees, their green crowns smoothly disappearing into the distance and finally completely merging with the horizon.

Wednesday froze in front of the window, in which now only the black blurred silhouettes of something gloomy and unknown could be distinguished. This picture was as if copied from her soul, with the only exception that until now the girl had not allowed wet tears to gush out from overflowing feelings. Feelings. Those damn feelings again! The girl recalled with pleasant nostalgia what she was like before that fateful day when Joseph Crackstone almost killed her, and the principal Weems almost died at the hands of Marilyn Thornhill. Almost. Of all the shocks in such a short Wednesday's life, death of Larissa can rightfully be called the most terrible and traumatic event. Even the death of her faithful scorpion friend Nero could not be compared in terms of the strength of emotional experiences. How could she, with her excellent analytical thinking, calculating everything in advance, not have foreseen a possible catastrophe? How could she, a misanthrope by nature with an overwhelming sense of justice, put the only person in the damn academy, who deserved her respect, in potential danger? And the main question that torments Wednesday is how she, the most insensitive of the entire Addams family, managed to fall in love with Larissa Weems so much?

In another bout of painful reflection that has become an integral part of her life, Wednesday pulled off her wet turtleneck and jeans and headed for the bathroom. Squeezing vanilla shower gel into her hand, the girl began to slowly massage her frozen body, washing away the traces of the passing day. But it was impossible to wash her away from either thoughts or memory. Only she, coming in dreams, and now in visions, is able to awaken in Wednesday such emotions and feelings, the existence of which the girl did not even suspect. What happened in the car was just a climax that miraculously did not cause a heart attack. When their fingers touched, Wednesday's eyes instantly flashed to alabaster skin with snow-white curls flowing over her shoulders, red lips parted in a sweet moan, naked breasts, heaving with every touch of the girl. Turning into the very quintessence of love, Wednesday and Larissa got to know each other's bodies, getting incomparable pleasure.

Putting her head under the water in a futile attempt to erase such pleasant, and at the same time such unreal memories, the girl instead of the desired relief felt only increasing arousal. With a disappointed sigh, turning off the faucet, Wednesday got out of the shower and looked at herself carefully in the mirror. There was a real blush on her dead white cheeks now, and her usually brown eyes had turned into huge black holes. It seems that the sex hormones that have been dormant for so long have finally woken up without even bothering to ask permission from Wednesday.

It all started with a nasty feeling of guilt, which gradually turned into a real fear: just when the girl had already come to terms with the nasty thought that she would never see Larissa in this world again, excited Enid announced that Weems had been taken by ambulance to Jericho Hospital. Then, inside Wednesday, there was almost a hysterics, masterfully hidden behind an expressionless face. Having mastered her unusual feelings a little, the girl decided to go to Larissa in the hospital and ask her for forgiveness. But the fear that the woman would blame her for the death for the rest of her life turned out to be stronger than the desire to clear her conscience. As a result, Wednesday just cowardly ran away from Jericho, from Nevermore and, most importantly, from Larissa's life.

However, the seemingly life-saving strategy failed to the nines. The more she tried to forget that fateful night and the dying Weems, the more she thought about it. Wednesday's entire existence was reduced to running in a closed sadomasochistic circle, in which she, like a squirrel in a wheel, ran for the long-awaited liberation, and it mercilessly fled from her.

This went on for almost a year, during which the girl managed, in infrequent breaks from the pangs of conscience, to deal with other areas of life that really require her close attention.

Wednesday categorically did not want to go to another school, but the prospect of being left without basic education was not encouraging at all. Having convinced her parents, not without problems, that she would certainly graduate, but at home schooling, the girl sat down to books and textbooks, sometimes even distracting from painful memories of Larissa. And already at the age of seventeen, Wednesday passed all the final exams necessary for obtaining a high school diploma, causing the envy of her peers who had never seen her and who were forced to sit at a desk for another year.

Wednesday naturally did not succumb to the persuasions of her parents to get a higher education right after school and decided to devote the next year to finding what she really wants to do. The girl had three outlets in her life: music, mysteries and books.

Playing the cello was rather a pleasant hobby, allowing at least to abstract from the unbearable thoughts about Larissa in her head. After the events in Nevermore, the girl could only imagine herself as a real detective, investigating mysterious crimes, on the pages of her exciting stories. But writing has been Wednesday's strongest and abiding passion since she learned to hold a pen.

With her boundless imagination, she will definitely become the greatest writer. Therefore, before her admission to Harvard University, and the girl had no doubt about it, she had to write a book. And not just a book. But something so brilliant that it would excite anyone who dared to touch her masterpiece.

The plan for the coming months has been determined. Now there was nothing to stop Wednesday from finally starting to put it into practice. The girl did not take into account only one and the most important thing — she cannot write about what did not touch her heart, and she tried to forget what really touched her heart in all ways.

Being introverted to the core, Wednesday did not want to discuss her innermost thoughts and experiences with anyone. But simply unable to deal with her worries and doubts on her own, the girl finally decided to talk to the only suitable candidate — Enid. For some reason, she wasn't so afraid to open up to her. And so one July evening, against all her rules, the girl took the phone, Xavier had given her, and called from it for the first time. There were the expected squeaks and squeals on the other end of the line, but after calming down a little, Enid still listened in silence to everything that had accumulated in Wednesday's soul. Her friend's only advice was the most obvious one — to talk about everything with Weems. To the categorical denial that followed the advice, Enid offered to write a letter, to which the girl also refused. To some extent, talking to the rainbow werewolf helped at least by the fact that now not only Wednesday was the keeper of a heavy burden, but the long-awaited relief still did not come. Until one terrible and at the same time beautiful dream, when her subconscious apparently decided to take pity on the girl and radically turned Wednesday's view of the situation.

The girl always arrogantly laughed at her classmates in love and was cynical about any manifestation of raging teenage hormones. After all, she knew for sure that she would die alone, having experienced neither love, nor tenderness, nor affection. And she didn't regret it at all. Even Jericho's most prominent boys couldn't make her heart beat faster. The girl just accepted that she was not born for feelings, emotions and love. But one single dream made the girl reconsider her well-established ideas about herself. Once again, she found herself in Weems' office and wanted to apologize to her, but instead of an unpleasant conversation, Larissa took the girl's hand with an encouraging smile on her face. At that moment, Wednesday's heart began to beat at the speed of light, and her stomach began to twist pleasantly. That's probably how people feel when they talk about butterflies. The warmth that spread through my body instantly calmed her thoughts, destroyed her fears and defeated her anxiety. She didn't want to do anything, but just hold Larissa's hand and look into her bottomless blue eyes. Clearly feeling that the limit of her emotions did not end there, the girl tore herself away from the woman's hand and touched her red lips with her fingers, and at that moment Wednesday realized what arousal was. Real sexual arousal.

When she woke up, she just couldn't believe that she could really feel this. But a surprising relief finally appeared in Wednesday's soul. As if now she understood the real reason why Larissa constantly owns her thoughts. These are exactly the experiences that classics wrote so beautifully about in their novels, and classmates discussed so vulgarly in class. The fact that the first time the girl had experienced such feelings for a woman twice her age and the former principal did not bother her at all. Wednesday was only bothered by the very presence of these feelings. Is a cold heart really not that cold? While the girl digested the sudden discovery, dreams with Larissa became more and more explicit and intimate: sometimes they are in Weems’ office and chatting sweetly about some nonsense in chairs in front of the fireplace, then the blonde gently strokes her hair, telling the girl how special she is, then Wednesday, sitting on Larissa's lap, whispers vanilla, for God’s sake, words, hot breath blowing over alabaster skin. The kiss that followed all this obscurantism just knocked the girl out of her rut. Her only real kiss with Tyler was nothing compared to it. With him, Wednesday kissed the wall. Cold and rough. The kiss with Larissa made the girl experience the whole range of unusual, but terribly pleasant emotions in seconds: from incredible tenderness to animal arousal. And now Wednesday finally began to understand her parents, who kissed each other nonstop for days on end. After all, she also wanted to kiss Larissa all day long.

After another such dream, Wednesday clearly understood two things: besides hatred in all living things, she has other feelings, and she was in love with Larissa Weems.

This realization only complicated the girl's already difficult life. Work on the book has never started, because all Wednesday could think about now was the beautiful Larissa with her seductive red lips and insanely delicate alabaster skin. So soft and warm. The very thought caused cognitive dissonance in the girl. How could she, who loves cold so passionately, want human warmth with the same passion? But not any warmth. But only Larissa's warmth. Her hot lips and kisses.

And finally, one rainy evening, remembering a conversation with Enid, it dawned on Wednesday how her two problems could be solved at once. She will apologize to Weems and tell her about her emotions in great detail, describing everything she has lived, without saying anything. And Larissa will definitely listen to her, even without listening to the girl. The main thing is to think through the sequence of actions correctly.

Now it was just a small matter to start writing the book, and with the successful implementation of her plan, all the problems would be left behind, and she could safely pack up at Harvard University, where Wednesday would show all the narrow-minded teachers what it means to be a truly talented writer.

The main plot of Wednesday's book was built around Nevermore Academy and the events experienced there. Of course, it was not possible to describe everything realistically using real names, appearances and passwords. After all, the entire academy with its inhabitants was a sealed secret for ordinary Normies. If a pretentious inscription appears on the cover — “based on real events” — this, without any doubt, will bring great popularity to the debut work. But the girl never looked for easy ways. Therefore, revealing the true state of affairs in the academy for the sake of the success of the book is definitely not her way. Having slightly changed the names, the whole story, nevertheless, has retained its primeval, atmospheric and original plot.

A typewriter, a stack of sheets of paper, melancholic music and a huge mug of quadruple espresso have become Wednesday's loyal friends for the coming months. Exhausted both physically and mentally, the girl, however, was already anticipating the approaching relief, which did not come because of the last chapter. Unfortunately, she can’t to come up with anything. A bunch of denouement options through critical reading an hour later suffered death in the form of crumpled paper lumps in the trash: either the ending seemed too implausible to her, then it became too vulgar, then, for God’s sake, too vanilla-snotty. Having already despaired of writing the last chapter, Wednesday finally realized how her book would end.

Satisfied with a sudden enlightenment, the girl began to engage in her second, no less interesting hobby — investigation. With good wit, and the girl has plenty of that, and a competent comparison of facts, you can find out about anyone anything.

The plan to investigate Larissa Weems' personal life has officially begun.

The fact that Larissa preferred the fairer sex was beyond doubt for anyone. Everyone subconsciously felt that she just couldn't have a man. Any man would feel like the most worthless and helpless creature on the planet next to such a powerful woman. Wednesday was sure that despite her magnetic beauty and sexuality, none of the men even dared to ask Weems out on a date. And Larissa obviously didn't need it. The problem with procreation for a woman was not a problem at all: her whole life revolved around the academy with a bunch of “children”, and there was no point in having her own child, so that he would constantly sit with nannies while the workaholic Larissa once again pacifies a raging werewolf or saves a victim of his own powers from accidentally petrifying — a gorgon.

To back up the obvious facts, the first thing that came under the distribution, of course, was Wednesday's mom. With whom the girl, surprisingly, became very close. Apparently, love really changes people and makes them behave atypically. And so, having chosen the perfect moment, Wednesday herself made Morticia to tell the story of Weems' life. According to mom, after graduating from Nevermore, Larissa was in a relationship with a hippie girl from France for a long time. But, in the end, the freedom-loving nature of the Frenchwoman and the windy character took their toll, and the girl drove off with her friends to surf the vast expanses of America.

However, Wednesday clearly felt that Morticia was not telling her something, but she was afraid to even ask, because she was sure that she would hear confirmation of her own guesses.

The second in this detective game was Uncle Fester. He was the only family member who never asked questions, thanks to seven lobotomy sessions. A day later, there was already a stack on Wednesday's desk with the address of Larissa's apartment, the state of current affairs at the academy, and even a list of the best Nevermore students. The woman's minute-by-minute daily routine simply screamed about the absence of any love interest in her life.

Everything was going perfectly and according to plan. Having collected everything necessary and most importantly — her book — Wednesday, accompanied by Larch, headed to the train station to finally meet the ghosts of the past and finally make peace with them. Or completely quarrel

So far, it looked more like the latter option. Wednesday looked at herself in the mirror once again and took a deep breath. Her nervousness and, as a result, inability to use tactful phrases, almost immediately crossed out the opportunities for a normal dialogue. Who pulled her tongue to say that Larissa is lonely, and her whole life revolves exclusively around the academy? It was cruel by all standards. Reflection, love, pity. How many more hidden feelings can the fatal Larissa Weems reveal in her?

Splashing icy water on her face, Wednesday turned off the bathroom light and returned to the bedroom. What to do now — the girl did not come up with. But a small hope that Larissa would read her book nevertheless warmed her soul. Pulling on her underwear, barely covering her rounded charms, Wednesday lay down in bed and stared out the huge window, which was now black. As if hypnotized, Wednesday peered into the darkness of the night to quickly find herself in the long-awaited embrace of Morpheus, but for some reason immediately found herself in the warm embrace of beautiful Larissa Weems.

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