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gadriezmannsgirl · 11 months

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GENDER REVEAL 6 WHERE THE READER GIVES BIRTH

You don't even want to know what the gender is???😂 We can already guess tho... Anyways, here you go!!

Also known as Gender Reveal (6)!

Once More -P.G

Summary: You're ready to go through all of it, once more

You were messing around with Helena and her dolls at home, your husband was at a medical appointment in the club, regular check-ups they had to do, your 34 weeks old tummy was bigger than ever

"¿Quieres algo de comer, Lena?" You ask your babygirl pushing her hair back as she nods "What do you want?"

"What do you fancy, ma?" She asked looking at you.

Ever since Pablo had once asked you that in front of her, she grew curious as to why he was eating the same thing as you, when Pablo told her that her sibling was asking for a certain food through you and that for you not to feel alone, he was also eating it, she too started to do that.

"I'm craving a bit of Ice cream" You said smiling at her. That was the most calm craving you have had during the pregnancy, because oh boy! Your normal cravings consisted in mixing a sugary thing with vinegar, eating soap and a few mores that definitely had you, Pablo and even Helena confused

"Just ice cream?" You nod at her "Without anything else?" You laugh

"Without anything else" You affirmed

"Then good!" She smiled nodding as you went to stand up.

You probably knew that you shouldn't be on the floor without Pablo around to help you out but you couldn't help it wanting to play with your little girl.

It definitely wasn't impossible but definitely wasn't easy.

"Momma"

"Don't tell your dad this happened, yeah?" You asked her as she nodded.

Pablo had definitely taught her on what you were and what you were not able to do but seeing as you were her mom, she couldn't exactly tell you off, she definitely respected you and Pablo the most, so the thing she always does is lightly saying: "Dad told me you shouldn't be doing that" or "Momma, be careful"

"You shouldn't have sat on the floor, you can't stand up as before, ma"

"I know what I'm doing Lena, thank you for worrying tho, I wanted to play with my little girl for a while, yeah? I can handle this, mi amor" You disappeared to the kitchen grabbing two vases and two spoons, filling them up and going back to the living room where you felt, what you could describe as a kick on your back that inmovilized you for a few seconds

"¿Mami?"

"¡Voy, mi linda, voy!" You said after catching your breath "Lena, ¿Quieres ver una movie?" You ask her

"¡Rapunzel!" You nod smiling, you sat her on the couch, gave her the ice cream and pressed play on the movie after settling it.

During it, you felt several sharp kicks, you definitely remember having those with Helena, so you were going to wait for Pablo to go to the hospital, you tried to not show any kind of pain with Helena in front of you for her not to worry but you were sighing more than you have ever done before in your whole life.

Not even when you were mad at Pablo during your boyfriend-girlfriend time.

"Are you okay, mommy?" You nod smiling

"I am, Lena. Just a bit tired, amor. My back's hurting a bit but is normal now" She smiles at you when you realize the movie was done "What about Frozen?" She nods excited

"Yes, so I can dance and sing to Elsa's song" You smile nodding. You stood up to grab your phone and the remote when you felt it.

You hunched over the table, processing the pain that was consuming you

"Mami, you peeded yourself!"

"It's not pee, mi amor" You tried to calm her down "Lena..." You took a deep breath "remember what Dad taught you?"

"Tantas cosas que papi me enseña" You smiled at her in through your pain

"He told you that this may happen one day, right?" She nods "Okay, so your brother is coming like now and I need you to calmly grab Mom's phone, dial Daddy and tell him that we urgently need him at home because I'm giving birth and can't drive like this" You groan "I'll go upstairs and find the backpack-AH!" You hunched over, as the contractions were close to the other "And tell him to hurry up, please"

"Momma"

"Please, do what I said, Lena. I'm fine, mi vida. I'm fine, I swear I am" You were already on your way to the stairs.

You don't know how you did it but you managed to go upstairs to your room to grab your bag and to the baby's one to grab his and just like you came up, you went down.

"Mami, already called Daddy, he's on his way home"

"When was that?"

"Like five minutes ago" She said worried for you, so you tried to smile at her

"You'll be a big sis soon, Lena. How does it feel?"

"I don't like him putting you in pain, mami"

"That's something normal, mi amor. I went through the same thing with you and I'm fine, I'll be fine" You pulled her up on the stairs so you could kiss her cheek "I promise you"

"You look beautiful, mami" You smiled and laughed at that, always being just like her father

"Thank you, hija" The door busted open revealing a worried Pablo

"Is everything okay?" You nod

"You gotta step on that pedal and try to make it to the hospital as fast as posible, Pabs" You said making him grab onto Helena's hand and passed him one of the bags, the three of you moving "Put her in the car"

"I'm not letting you go and walk alone" He said as if was the most obvious thing in the world, you couldn't help but smile and pecked his lips "Let's go and bring our boy, amor"

...

"I swear the baby didn't came out before because I was wearing pants, then" You said making the presents laugh lightly, you had given birth to your second child, Mateo Martín Páez six hours ago.

Mateo, unlike Helena; was ready to take onto the world, when your water broke was because you were 8 centimeters of dilatation but you had been doing labor ever since Pablo had left this morning to training. You were amazed by that because you didn't felt it until it was almost time.

"Sometimes it happens" The doctor concluded smiling lightly at you "Good news is that you have a healthy little boy, on your arms, already" Doctor had said smiling at you both "Congratulations"

Helena was in the arms of her aunt Aurora, Belén and Pablo were smiling watching their son with his newborn, your parents and your brothers were also watching the scene chatting with you. The guys had already been here, but seeing as it was a bit late and they had a game tomorrow they left earlier, the room was still full of balloon's, cakes, cards, teddy bears and everything.

Just like they were with Helena, this time the decoration had mostly blue and green colours.

After a little while talking and after Helena shushing her uncles and auntie for making too much noise saying "You'll wake up baby", they all decided to leave and when Helena found out she was also leaving she wanted to throw a fuss

"Helena, amor. Only for tonight" You said "Dad will have to sleep here to help me with Mateo and we don't want you to spend the night in this cold and a bit uncomfortable place, that's why you are going with your grandma's" You smiled "But tomorrow morning, they'll come here, bring you and then we can go to our comfy and really loved house" She thought about it for a second

"Can I talk with baby?" She asked pursing her bottom lip out

"We'll be waiting for her outside" Belén said, as Pablo gave your mom, your house keys. Both grandma's were going to stay with Helena that day at yours

When all of them left, leaving you and Pablo alone with your kids, he passed Mateo to you and grabbed Helena pulling her into your lap, she hadn't been able to process her brother completely because there were other people around, then you had to breastfeed him and then Pablo was helping you out with him.

"Wanna hold him?" You asked as she looked at you excited, nervous and scared "It'll be fine" You smiled "Put your arms like mine" She did it "And..." You started leaving the baby in her arms, pulling yours underneath "There we go"

"He's like dad"

"Of course he is" You murmured looking at Pablo who winked at you

"He's beautiful"

"Of course he is" You nodded

"Talk to him, ladybug. Just like when he was inside mom's belly"

"What do I say?"

"Introduce yourself, maybe? Your are face to face with each other now, there's no tummy in the middle" You said

"I'm Helena, and I'm your big sister!" She exclaimed happily bouncing a little, your grip on her arms tightening "Just to let you know... I love you and I will take care of you, along with mommy and daddy which by the way are the bestest ones ever, we got really lucky God sent us to them" She says "Momma's absolutely gorgeous like a Queen and Dad's handsome, like a King but I'm even more pretty and that's why I'm the princess and you'll be even more handsome like a prince"

You look at Pablo who was crying a bit, he turned to look at you and leaned to kiss your hairline

"We will play, we'll eat, study, watch movies, play football with dad, read with mom and many more cool and cute stuffs" She said taking a break "I will protect you and you will protect me for ever and ever and I'm happy for you to be here with us, I know you'll be happy just like I am in our familly, and OH-!" She remembered something

"I know you're gonna love uncle Pepi! He's the coolest! And uncle Raphinha would probably teach us how to dance Samba, I don't get it either way but I try it, you will do as well. You will wear dad's shirt and go to the camp with us so you can see him play because let me tell you our parents are so cool!" You both laughed in between tears as Helena yawned "I'm sleepy right now, Mat. But I will come tomorrow and tell you more about the cool stuffs and how you'll feel in this fam with us, it's all good, I promise. I love you, don't give mamá and papá too many trouble, okay? I'll come for you tomorrow morning" She leaned and kissed his cheek making him coo lightly.

Pablo leaned and took Mateo from her which she quickly turned to hug you tightly

"Thanks mom" You sniffed and kissed her cheek

"I love you so much, Helena María" You said softly kissing her cheek over and over again

"I love you too, ma" You smiled when she kissed your cheek and nose "See you tomorrow" Then she turned to hug Pablo

"Hasta mañana, mi ladybug" Pablo kissed her cheek several times as well

"Te quiero mucho papi"

"Y yo a ti, bonita" They high-fived each other before you putted Helena down and watched her go towards the door, with Pablo holding it open for her, your mom's waiting for Helena who waved once more before leaving

"How do we got so lucky with her?" Pablo kissed your lips, sitting besides you in the bed, the hospital gave him

"I really don't know but I'm glad we did"

"Hope Mateo is the same"

"With a sister like Helena, he'll definitely be"

"Thank you, mi amor" He said smiling at you and you smiled back at him "For everything"

"Thank you too, for everything as well" You said "Te amo"

"Y yo a ti"

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newhectorroso49 · 2 months

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After dinner and a few glasses of wine, we went up to the hotel, I opened the door and stood aside so she could pass, I saw her walk inside, slowly moving her hips, I knew he was watching her, she took off the straps of her pretty black dress and it slid gently down her shoulders to her waist, she gave it a little push and she fell to the floor, she took out her beautiful feet protected by impeccable black high-heeled shoes, she approached the bed and remained motionless on the edge He waited to hear me close the door, he raised one leg and turned, looking me in the eyes, I could see his stretched leg and his bent leg that made his ass stick out, he sat me down and took out his wet tongue to walk around, wetting his upper lip while his gaze scanned me from the top down; He knew what awaited him, he raised his other leg and placing his head on the bed he waited for me to decide what I would do with it; I removed the ribbons that held the curtains, drawing them, not letting in any of the colorful night lights that illuminated the noisy city.

I forced her to sit on her ankles, keeping her head close to the bed, I put her hands back and joined them to her ankles, while I began to tie her wrists to her legs, leaving her immobilized; I spread her legs and, grabbing her tiny panties, tore them off with a strong pull, which I pressed and slid over her skin. I opened my hand and hit her hard on one of her buttocks, she screamed. "If you scream again, I'll hit you harder," I told him; and with the other hand he hit the other buttock just as hard, she joined her pretty red lips and not a single noise came out of her tight mouth. I bent down and blew on her buttocks, I spread them apart and continued blowing, her inner area could already be seen to be shining with moisture, I also observed that her skin was crawling...

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tras la cena y unos copas de vino, subimos al hotel, abri la puerta y me eche a un lado para que pudiera pasar, la vi caminar a su interior, moviendo lentamente sus caderas, sabia que la observaba, se quito los tirantes del bonito vestido negro y este se deslizo suavemente por sus hombros hasta su cintura, le dio un pequeño empujón y cayo al suelo, saco sus bonitos pies protejidos por unos impecables zapatos negro de tacon alto, se acerco a la cama y se quedo inmovil en el borde, espero a escuchar que yo cerraba la puerta, subio una pierna y se giro, mirandome a los ojos, yo podia ver su pierna estirada y su pierna flexionada que hacían que su culo sobresaliera, me senrio y saco su lengua humeda a pasear humedeciendose el labio superior mientras me escaneaba su mirada de arriba a abajo; sabia que era lo que le esparaba, subio la otra pierna y ponendo su cabeza sobre la cama espero a que yo decidiera que haria con ella; quite las cintas que sujetanaban las cortinas, corriendo las, no dejando pasar nunguna de las coloridas luces nocturnas que iluminaban la ruidosa ciudad.

La obligue a sentarse sobre sus tobillos manteniendo la cabeza pegada a la cama, echo sus manos hacia atras y las unio a sus tobillos, mientras yo comenzaba a atar sus muñecas a sus piernas, quedando inmovilizada; separe sus piernas y cojiendo sus diminutas bragas se las arranque de un fuerte tiron, que presiono y se deslizó por su piel. Abri la mano y la golpee con fuerza en una de sus plaquecinas nalgas, ella grito. — si vuelves a gritar te dare mas fuerte — le dije; y con la otra mano golpe la otra nalga igual de fuerte, ella unio sus bonitos labios rojos y no salio ni un solo ruido de su apretada boca. Me agache y le sople las nalgas, se las separe y segui soplando, su zona inteior ya se veia que brillaba por la humedad, tambien observe que se erizaba su piel...

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darkkalendas · 1 year

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SCENE III: perdition

warnings: blowjob, semi-public, use of words as slut, doll, femreader, fingering, leash and collars, pet names. originally published by me on ao3.

summary: now that you're whitney's girl, you must be ready for any type of game he has ready for you.

“Aren’t you gonna obey me, pretty?” his tone is low, and he throws the cigarette away, still with the smoke on his mouth. He gets closer, releasing it slowly against your face, the scent you’re starting to associate to love. He looks so handsome like this, with the leash on his hands and one of his brows raised in expectation. His shirt is still unbuttoned from the math class’ make out and his blonde hair falls without order on his face. He’s demanding an answer. The first times, you would have fight back, but now.

Now it’s another game.

"Or what?" you ask. Your breath collides with Whitney's lips, as he licks them, with a grin appearing behind his tongue. His grip on your hair isn't strong, but yet it has your head inmovilized. Your lips are curved on a superiority smile that Whitney doubts between taking away with a kiss or a spank on your ass.

"Asking for the consequences of disobeying your owner?" he moves your bangs, revealing the "Property of Whitney" tattoo on your forehead. God, it never failed to make him hard. His calligraphy on your body, marking his territory forever. Damn, a collar and a leash isn't enough. He needs to fuck you in every public space he finds. Show every single asshole of this city to whom the pretty girl belongs to. Still, he keeps the grip on your hair, loosening it, letting your kneeled body get closer to his sat one. Your lips are so close, tempting him so well, so plump and pink, so glossy, so kissable. You're the strongest drug Whitney has ever tried, and the first one he's begging to get addicted to.

"First, disobeying me would mean..." his eyes scan the park, the fountain, the bathrooms, the thread of benches in front of him. "That I would throw your little body to that exact bench and fuck you senseless."

"Is that supposed to be a punishment, sir?" he doesn't know if it is the tone, the burling smile or your hands sneaking near his bulge, but those damn words make his hand take you softly by the neck, pulling your face so close to his that your lips collide when he talks.

"Listen, slut." his tone is husky and low. The way his thumb caress your scalp sends shivers down your spine, making you purr in pleasure under his lovely gaze. “I’ll make your legs tremeble and edge you once and once again until you’re anything but whimpers and pleads for me to make you cum, alright?” You can distinguish the playfulness, the joy, the love, the things he’s never repressing around you now that his feelings turned out to be reciprocal. Your shirt is wet from the soft rain, and his hair lets little drops fall on your skin. Goddess, he’s so full of lust for you, so needy, so fucking horny every single hour of the day.

You made something on him. He never goes to class, never, why the fuck does he now enjoy math class? To put his cheek on his palm and see how cute you get when your answer is correct? To make out secretly while the teacher is not looking? To grip your legs under the table and end making you ride him on the bathroom? There’s something changing him and, for the first time, he likes it.

He likes the kind of person you’re turning him into. Slowly, with your nails gripped to his heart, crawling towards a place that has been waiting for you. He cares for you, so deeply that he doesn’t mind to hurt or pass above anyone to keep you safe. He demonstrated it, already, kicking that asshole’s ass at the orphanage and helping Robin and the other orphans without even asking for it. You discovered that, under all that façade, there was just a broken child that wanted, for once, someone’s attention. That’s why he had that shitty attitude. He just wanted someone to look at him.

And, out of everyone, you did.

“Bold of you to assume you’ll be able to stop when you’re inside me.” you whisper, as your fingers press his bulge stronger.

“You think I have the same autocontrol than a doll like you?” he asks, jokingly offended, and a moan scapes his mouth when you open his fly, fingers quickly inside to touch him above the underwear.

“No.” you say, hands now accomodating his pants while your face gets closer to his crotch. “You have even less.”

With that being said, you slide your tongue on his underwear, following his cock’s shape from outside. It's so lewd, so fucking naughty to see you kneeled, leaving threads of spit on his black boxers, looking at him from the ground directly in the eyes, that he feels like he has a godess between his legs. His moans sound heavenly for you and his fingers caress your hair as you keep spreading saliva on his underwear. He doesn’t want to fail his own believing about autocontrol, but damn, you’re making it hard for him. Right now, he just wants to take his underwear off and thrust in your mouth until he releases down your throat. Just the thought makes his cock twich cutely under your mouth. “Suck it, please.” he asks, playing with some locks, with that lusty, half-closed eyes look you love to see on him. “Be a good girl for me, hm?” Your cheeks blush at the pet name he uses. “Come on, don’t be timid.” He takes his pants down and his boxer, letting his cock free under your hungry gaze. “Get closer and do what you’re best at, slut.” With a movement of his hips and a tug on your leash, he rubs his tip on your lips, spit serving as lub. You timidly lick his tip, slowly taking more of his head on your mouth until he takes both your cheeks, thrusting inside your mouth with a long moan escaping his mouth. Looking down again, he looks at your eyes, teary because of the intrusion, and he soflty slides his thumbs to dry them, lovingly making circles on your cheeks when he’s done. You bob your head slow, adapting your mouth and your throat to him, and he tries to keep his hips quiet. Of course he does, trying not to fuck your mouth and destroy you. He tries just for you, but it doesn’t seem enough when his hips start a slow up-motion against you. The piercing on his belly button shines with every thrust he gives up, hands still on your cheeks to keep your head in position for him to fuck.

“Fuck, my girl has to be the best giving head in all fucking town.” he whispers as you try to follow his pace with your mouth, tongue sliding around his tip and hands massaging his balls to stimulate him. He moans again, one of his hands fastly travelling to his hair, messing it before going back to your face, your pretty and cute face he feels so nice ruining. Your breasts move along your body, free because of your open shirt, and he’s able to see a timid hand running down your skirt to get in between your legs. He would pay to be the fingers fucking you now, but, godess, your mouth feels too good for him to move. He’ll take care of your dripping cunt later, but he’s the one giving you pleasure, not yourself. “Put your hands on my thighs and don’t move them from there.” he demands, serious, while your throat gags trying to keep him in. Obeying, you grip his pants and start again with the bobbing, spit falling from your mouth and ensalivating all his shaft, making it even more and more enjoyable for him.

He never gets tired of you. He could just take you home with him and make sure you won’t leave the bed for a week straight. He has so many fantasies he would like to make true with you. In the shower, the kitchen and the mall. The rooftop of the alleways and Bailey’s office. Oh, god, he has such a fantasy to fuck you on that asshole’s room, to make you his on every single corner to make you forget what he did and replace all the bad things with pleasurable memories.

His mind goes back to you when you slide your fingertips on his base, caressing up and down, follwing your mouth to give some love to all the parts you can’t reach. “Damn, baby.” he whispers again. His gaze, totally soft and focused only on you, follows his fingers, caressing your hair. As he keeps looking at you, his moans get faster, hoarser, more intense. His hips move on their own and you try your best to keep the gag reflex out of the way, feeling him near to his release down your throat. With a last hard thrust and the hottest moan you’ve ever heard, his cum slides down your throat, the image of you swallowing it being a reson to get him hard again. He leaves your mouth, still twiching with pleasure as he makes you stand up, a violent kiss against your lips, tongue invading your mouth and hands rubbing and touching and exploring every single inch of you. He parts, heavy breath getting mixed with yours as his forehead rests on yours, a side smile appearing on both your mouths. He sighs, hand slipping into your skirt, touching your uncovered and already wet folds.

“You’re gonna be my perdition.”

#whitney x reader #whitney x you #whitney x y/n #dol fanfic #degrees of lewdity fanfic #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #whitney dol #degrees of lewdity x reader

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thewaystone-inn · 2 months

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"Pero pronto me di cuenta de que alguien estaba observándome. Una figura inmovil en la mesa de a lado, prácticamente opuesto a mi, había fijado su mirada en mi con demasiada concentración como para ser bienvenida. No miré a la figura. Escaneé a la multitud por imágenes de él en los ojos de otros y cuando me di cuenta de lo que estaba viendo, me giré y lo confronté de una vez."

"Lestat" él susurró.

No me atreví a decir su nombre. Estaba acumulando esto como una alucinación porque, ¿cómo diablos podría alguien haber recreado tan perfectamente al chico con el había estado en Atalantaya durante el tiempo que mi corazón se detuvo? Los hoyuelos, la hendidura en la barbilla, pero más que nada los grandes ojos vibrantes y la intensa sensación que parecía calentarlo por todas partes desde dentro.

"soy yo" dijo, sus cálidos dedos estrecharon mi mano lo suficientemente fuerte como para herir una mano mortal. "Es Amel"

–Amel y Lestat The Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis. Anne Rice.

#tumblr #anne rice #lestat de lioncourt #books #amel #vampire chronicles #the prince lestat and the realms of atlantis #el principe lestat #lestat el vampiro #el principe lestat y los reinos de la atlantida

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cruelclub-cc · 10 days

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Hay cierto miedo que viene con dejar atrás el dolor; es salir de tu “zona de confort”, tienes que cerrar una puerta que tiene del otro lado tantas memorias, tanta nostalgia, tanta… comodidad.

La puerta te empuja para que no la cierres, y sientes cada parte de tu cuerpo negarse a moverse, quedas unos minutos inmovil, no quieres mejorar, quieres abrazar el dolor y dejar que te coma, pero sabes que si cierras la puerta, saldrás adelante.

No hay mucho que hacer, tu fuerza sale de tu cuerpo, y en esos ultimos segundos, logras azotar la puerta, todo termino, lo dejaste atrás, solo queda no voltear de nuevo.

#un poco de mi #literatura #cosas que escribo #depresión #salir adelante #notas de dolor #dolor #mejorar

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nickyryder · 3 months

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Novela Wattpad: La Ladrona de los príncipes - Capítulo 7 (fracción)

Pero un gruñido, o podría haber sido un ronquido, me hizo pegarme contra la pared. Mi corazón latió como un tambor de guerra. No podía permitir que la amenaza de la cobardía se instalara en mí. A pocos metros de mí, había un tridente para heno. Me acerqué a él en silencio, siendo extremadamente cuidadosa con el ruido que provocaba mi cuerpo.

Cuando estuve armada, me acerqué a donde había prevenido el sonido. Entre los bloques amarillentos de heno, yacía tirada una figura, inconsciente. Fruncí el ceño, era un muchacho. Parecía inconsciente más que dormido, la botella de vino en el suelo confirmaba el aroma a alcohol que llenaba el aire.

El muchacho estaba despatarrado con uno de sus brazos cubriendo su rostro, protegiendo sus ojos de la luz. Vestía una camisa de lino con las mangas dobladas por los antebrazos, fuera de los pantalones, lo que le otorgaba un aspecto desenfrenado y desgarbado. Los primeros botones estaban en su mayoría sueltos, por lo que sentí que al mirarlo estaba siendo grosera. Los pantalones oscuros y sueltos estaban atrapados en unas botas de montar. Lo que no se escapó de mi vista fue el cinturón suelto que rodeaba sus caderas bajas, almacenaba estuches para dagas y lo que supuse que podría ser el estuche de una espada, que no se encontraba en su lugar.

Intenté buscarla con la mirada, pero el hombre respiró profundo y yo, rápidamente, lo apunté con el arpón. Una nueva mirada hacia los caballos encendió otra idea en mi cabeza. Tenía que apresurarme, estaba perdiendo tiempo.

—¡E-Ey! — le grité al hombre, aferrándome a mi arma, pero éste no se inmutó. Di un paso adelante para proporcionarle una patada a la bota de cuerpo, pero no hubo caso. —¡Despiértese!

El borracho yacía profundamente dormido en el suelo, ajeno a todas mis iniciativas por despertarlo. Su respiración, lenta y pesada, llenaba la habitación con un ritmo constante y ronco. Su cuerpo estaba como un tronco, completamente inmovil. Un caballo relinchó, lo que logró que yo cerrara los ojos, apretando los dientes, me estaba quedando sin tiempo. Mis posibilidades de escapar sin ser descubierta estaban alejándose cuanto más me retrasaba.

Noté, lo bastante cerca como para permitirme apartar la vista, un balde de agua para los animales. Con un gesto rápido y decidido, lo incliné sobre el hombre dormido. El agua cayó en un torrente chispeante hacia su cabeza. Lo solté tan pronto lo había agarrado, volviendo a aferrarme al tridente, apuntando al hombre.

El impacto del líquido frío fue como un shock eléctrico, haciendo que el muchacho se enderezara de un salto, los ojos abiertos de par en par y un gemido ahogado se escapó de sus labios.

—Sí, sí, ya desperté… dioses…

En otra situación, que no fuera de vida o muerte, me hubiera reído. Empapado, sorprendido y despierto de golpe, incrédulo y molesto, el hombre me miró.

—Quietecito ahí — ordené, imitando con mi mayor esfuerzo la voz de Donna, Rowena o Bodhi al dar una orden. Las puntas del tridente estaban distanciadas solo por un respiro del corazón del muchacho.

—¿Quién mierda eres tú? — su voz era profunda y melódica, ronca en su pronto despertar.

Había logrado notar a varios guardias masculinos en el castillo, no podía diferenciar si todos eran bellos por la magia inmortal o solo realmente poseían una belleza innata, aunque había escuchado que una de mis compañeras de habitación mencionaba que no era más que el uniforme. También había pensado que los hombres tenían cuerpos increíbles en esos imponentes atuendos. Pero este mozo de cuadra, empapado y borracho, era el hombre más atractivo que había visto jamás.

Le devolví la mirada, sus labios se curvaron en una sonrisa de costado, letal. Parecía decir que estaba tan sorprendido como yo.

El mozo se apoyó en uno de sus brazos, divertido con la situación, parecía no importarle que tenía tres afiladas cuchillas contra el pecho. La luz de la luna, de las antorchas, le iluminó el rostro exquisito. Con un rostro angular de pómulos pronunciados era intenso y enigmático. El pelo negro, corto, goteaba partículas de agua que delineaban su mandíbula. La piel estaba pálida con ojos oliva, pero cuanto más lo miraba, más creía que eran dorados.

El mozo intentó levantarse, pero lo impedí, apresándolo más con el tridente.

—Te he dicho que te quedes quieto —siseé.

—Y tú no me has dicho quién eres — se mofó, encantador. —Así que nadie está satisfecho.

Bufé con un rápido revoleo de ojos.

—Soy alguien que te llenará de agujeros si no haces lo que digo — mi voz raspó mi garganta. La sangre corría por mis venas en un palpitar febril. —Rápido. Me-Me ensillarás un caballo. Uno que sea tranquilo, calmado.

Su boca estrecha y picarona, con el labio superior levemente más relleno, me sonrió altanero.

—¿Si? ¿Y tú qué me darás a cambio? — el muchacho inclinó su cabeza, como un gato curioso. —Supongo que habrás aprendido que aquí todo debe ser un trueque.

Estaba perdiendo la paciencia, tiempo valioso que podría significar la victoria o la derrota de mi plan de escape, se escapaba de mis manos. Intenté que mi voz no sonara demasiado agresiva cuando le gruñí:

— ¿No lo ves? ¡Evitaré convertirte en un colador!

Soltó una engreída carcajada, su cabeza cayó hacia atrás, presumiendo un cuello perfecto con lo que parecía ser la tinta de un tatuaje que se escapaba de su pecho.

—Qué amabilidad la tuya — volvió a observarme. Sus pupilas estaban dilatadas, un cazador analizando a su presa. El pánico me consumió. ¿Estaba pidiendo la ayuda de algo más que un simple cuidador de caballos? Lamió sus dientes impecables. —Pero si me atacas, aún puedo atacarte de vuelta.

Mis ojos grisáceos volaron a su cintura, subía y descendía sin emociones alteradas como las mías, rodeada por al menos dos pares de armas. Hundí el tridente contra su pecho, arruinando la desprolija camisa cuando le creé tres círculos perfectos.

—No podrás hacer nada si te apuñalo en el corazón.

El moreno se observó el pecho con desinterés, las gotas intensas de la sangre comenzaban a ensuciar la camisa de lino. Cuando levantó la mirada, estaba aburrido, pero sus ojos estrechados notaban lo contrario.

— Entonces estoy definitivamente muerto — cedió con apatía. — Okey, okey, preciosa sin modales. Ensillaré un caballo que te permitirá escapar, ya que evidentemente eso es lo que estás haciendo, humana ligera —me señaló en mi totalidad, desde el doble par de calcetines hasta el bolso que colgaba a mi costado. La confusión me picó los dedos cuando oí el apodo con el que Bodhi se refería a mí, acelerando aún más mi desquiciado corazón. Era la sincera reacción de estar haciendo algo que estaba mal. —Sólo… si me das un beso.

La propuesta se escapó demasiado pronto de sus bonitos labios, como si lo hubiera pensado desde siempre.

—¿Cómo sabes…? — me interrumpí rápidamente, tuve el instinto de soltar el tridente de mis manos y llevarlas a mi cuello, donde el collar encantado descansaba. Nyssae había jurado que nadie podría descubrir que era humana mientras llevara el colgante alrededor de mi cuello. Las sirvientas de la corte, incluso, me habían olfateado a centímetros de distancia sin notar la diferencia, pero el muchacho no tardó en notar la verdad. Quise ser más consciente de mis orejas, pero no lograba descubrir si éstas estaban cubiertas o no.

—Puedo oler tu esencia humana entre toda esta mierda, preciosa.

— Es imposible — hablé a media voz, más para mí misma que para él.

—¿En el reino de la magia? — se burló crispado, la sonrisa se le curvó aún más. —Nada es imposible aquí. Así que por qué no me besas rápido antes de que los guardias descubran que no estás en la cama.

Sólo los dioses sabían cuán advertidos estaban los humanos sobre los encantos de los feéricos inmortales. Me repetí una y mil veces en mi interior que no debía sentirme atraída por la idea de besarlo. No sabía por qué intentaba prevenirlo de la magia que se juraba que existían entre los besos de dos mundos diferentes.

— Pero un beso humano, podría…

— Podría hacerme perder la mente —continuó lo que yo estaba por decir, confiado en sí mismo. —Sí, eso dicen… Pero, acaso no es razón suficiente para hacerlo. Agonizar por un beso, casi suena como una balada— era la voz de un amante la que la incitaba a enfurecer a los dioses, no la de un borracho.

Pero no podía hacerme cargo del futuro del muchacho, de cualquier forma, no creía realmente que hubiera magia escondida en los cuerpos humanos. Esa creencia era más antigua que el propio mundo. Le asentí al muchacho, corto y rápido.

Él se puso de pie entre jadeos y quejidos, despiadado y agudo. Tenía las piernas largas envueltas en músculos que no se ocultaban entre las telas de su ropa.

—Estoy muy viejo para esto… y ebrio —se enderezó completamente, y aunque yo lo seguí apuntando con el tridente, se deslizó de su amenaza con la ligereza de un experto.

Lo observé tomar una de las sillas de montar colgadas de un armario junto al establo de un enorme caballo blanco, con el cabello sedoso y largo. Le recordé que debería ser tranquilo, pero el mozo solo chisteó con gallardía, como si supiera perfectamente lo que estaba haciendo.

—¿Eres el mozo de cuadra del castillo o solo un borracho?

—Bueno, estaba cuidando a los caballos antes de emborracharme.

La arrogancia se desprendía de sus movimientos, de forma natural, apenas parecía consciente de aquello. Tenía la belleza de un príncipe, pero vestía como un pirata borracho, y estaba haciendo exactamente lo que uno haría. No podía entender por qué habría terminado así, casi inconsciente.

—¿Por qué? — pregunté a sus espaldas, bajando el arpón.

—No lo sé, en realidad no me gustan mucho los caballos — habló. Una ráfaga de viento nos rodeó a ambos, no pude evitar mirar a mi alrededor, por un segundo, juré que alguien más estaba con nosotros, pero el muchacho no parecía pensar lo mismo.

—No —bufé. — ¿Por qué estabas bebiendo?

Se volteó para observarme, retrocedí un paso, porque no me había percatado de que estábamos demasiado cerca. Tenía la mirada intensa, pero melancólica, parecía tan triste como una canción de desamor.

—Porque no todos podemos escapar como tú.

Nos observamos por unos instantes, en silencio. No tenía nada que decir, intentaba leer su corporalidad pero me resultaba demasiado complicado, como si estuviera rodeada de una neblina invisible. Él me observaba desde su amplia diferencia de altura -casi una cabeza y media-, celoso de la posibilidad de poder, aunque sea, intentar escapar en un caballo.

—¿Cuál es tu nombre? — pregunté, rompiendo el silencio.

—No tengo uno, sólo soy un bastardo borracho — me incomodé, los priotanos solían rechazar a todos los bastardos, pues se los conocía por su naturaleza traicionera. —Un hijo sin nombre. Pero tú, sí debes tener uno, ligera.

Nuevamente mencionaba el apodo de Bodhi, pero nadie había estado junto a nosotros cuando lo nombró. Entonces, las paredes sí hablaban.

—¿Me conoces? — dejé el tridente a un costado, de vuelta en su lugar. El muchacho ya no parecía una amenaza, si me quisiera atacar, ya lo habría hecho.

—Te he visto en la mañana — me mostró una sonrisa coqueta, la lengua empujando contra los dientes, como si intentara acallar una risa. —Con los animales de los corrales. Te gustan, ¿verdad?

Le quité importancia con un levantamiento de hombros. Por supuesto que tenía una facilidad para sentirme encantada por los animales, no podía explicarlo, solo disfrutaba de estar cerca de ellos. —Algunos más que otros.

El mozo fue más rápido de lo que yo pude prevenir. Cuando me alzó en sus fuertes brazos y me acomodó en la silla del majestuoso caballo, una oleada de emociones me invadió. La sensación de estar elevándome por encima del suelo, el hormigueo en mi estómago por la sorpresa, ambos fueron cálidos dentro de mí. Tenía el tacto firme y caliente, la presión segura de sus grandes manos en mis caderas, cuando me sentó en el caballo. Tomó mi pie más cercano a él, intentando no reírse de mis dobles calcetines, y lo colocó dentro del estribo.

—No hablabas demasiado con tus compañeras — mencionó, como si no quisiera dejarme marchar, aún.

—Nunca tuve el deseo de conocer a nadie aquí — susurré. Hubiese estado dichosa de tener la oportunidad de conocerlo.

La ansiedad que me proporcionaba estar en medio de mi huída estaba siendo acallada con demasiada facilidad por los encantos del bastardo. Quería huir, sabía que debía apresurarme, pero no podía negar el ligero deseo que me seducía. Estaba atrapada entre la inminente libertad y el misterio que aquel hombre representaba, intrigada por, aunque sea, conocer su nombre.

Podía notar, porque aún tenía mi tobillo entre una mano que llevaba tatuado líneas inconclusas, que él se sentía de la misma forma. No quería dejarme marchar. Cuando volviera a mis tierras, a Priosan, a los días grises y a la vulgaridad de ese territorio privado de magia, recordaría con cariño al mozo de cuadra, el bastardo, que se había fascinado conmigo.

Cuando estuviera triste y melancólica, odiando mi propia existencia, me contaría a mí misma el cuento de cómo un caballero, hermoso como ningún otro, me esperaba en su inmortal reino.

Los ojos dorados del muchacho rompieron la conexión que manteníamos, para detallar mis labios. Contuve la necesidad de remojarlos, apartando la mirada. Cuando el ambiente encandilante desapareció, volvimos a hablar.

—Tengo que decírtelo — el bastardo sonaba arrepentido. — No lograrás escapar.

Cerré los ojos con amargura. Había desperdiciado demasiado tiempo, pero aún no me rendiría.

—Necesito intentarlo.

—Ellos no te dejarán ir tan fácilmente — me aconsejó con sinceridad. Llevó la mano tatuada a mi rodilla, escondida por debajo del vestido. El cálido apretón me sonrojó las mejillas.

—Por favor, no puedes decir nada… — la desesperación subió por mi garganta, provocando que me sujetara con más fuerza de las correas de la silla.

—No, bestia sin modales — sonrió amable. —Has ganado mi silencio.

—Gracias por ayudarme.

De cerca sus ojos almendrados eran más dorados que olivas, la sonrisa ya no era tan amplia o gatuna, sino más melancólica. La inquietud y ansiedad atraparon su bello rostro por sorpresa.

—Espera… — me sujetó por la muñeca cuando me despedí. —¿Qué hay de mi beso?

Me encontraba atrapada en una encrucijada digna de un cuento de hadas, con mi corazón noble y abnegado. Los ojos dorados y la irresistible presencia del hombre había despertado una tentación ardiente, pero sabía que aquello podría culminar en un castigo para ambos. Incluso si me escapo impune, el posible destino despiadado que los dioses podrían lanzar al muchacho me acobardaba.

—Umh… estaba esperando que olvidaras esa idea. —El caballo se incomodó por debajo de mí. —No funcionará, te hará daño.

—¿Por qué te importa? — Lejos de mostrarme asustada, le sonreí socarrona. —No me conoces.

Ahogué una sonrisa, que sonó como un bufido.

—No pareces mala persona, has sido el primero en hablar conmigo aquí sin estar obligado.

—En realidad, me apuntaste con un tridente — se burló con la sonrisa de costado, logrando que me riera sin barreras. Un instante después, la sonrisa había desaparecido de los ojos del chico. —Me odiarías si me conocieras realmente.

Yo, que era terca como una mula, insistí:

—Si no te beso, tendrás tiempo de probarme lo contrario.

Pero el mozo de cuadra parecía ser mucho más terco, y temerario, que yo.

—Quiero mi beso, preciosa.

Bajo el manto de la noche estrellada, en un rincón secreto del reino mágico, en un apestoso establo, un hada de ojos dorados y una humana de belleza escondida debajo de una apariencia enfermiza, se encontraban al borde de lo desconocido. La tensión era palpable, como una fuerza mágica que los atraía inexorablemente.

En ese momento de quietud y expectación, el muchacho subió una mano para acercar el rostro, tomándome por la mejilla fría. Sus labios se acercaron lentamente, como si el universo mismo contuviera la respiración, aquel era un beso que los dioses no se perderían.

Fue un roce fugaz, apenas perceptible, un beso que parecía inofensivo pero que llevaba consigo el peso de lo prohibido. Nuestros labios se encontraron con una ternura y pasión contenida, y la electricidad de ese contacto se extendió a través de nosotros, envolviéndonos en una sensación embriagadora. El tiempo pareció detenerse mientras el beso se prolongaba por un breve instante, cargado de promesas y anhelos. Y luego terminaba.

Abrí los ojos, sentí la magia en los labios ajenos, luego la sentí en los míos propios. El bastardo aún tenía los ojos cerrados, en su imperceptible distancia, como si la maldición ya lo hubiera atrapado.

Conscientes de que habíamos cruzado un umbral peligroso. Aquel beso, apenas un suave roce, había desatado un torbellino de emociones y preguntas sin respuestas, y mientras los dioses continuaban su eterna observación, el futuro era incierto pero prometía ser desastroso.

Cuando el muchacho abrió los ojos, eran del rojo carmín.

Se alejó de mí, como si fuera peligrosa para él. Observó al caballo blanco con la mirada severa, los ojos fugaces.

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alismithlier · 8 months

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Después de esa noche que pasaste con Miguel, los encuentros entre ustedes han sido llenos de adrenalina y a base de mentiras a tu papá.

Miguel suele arriesgarlos demasiado a ser descubiertos, te toma en la oficina, en los baños de esta, incluso en una de sus reuniones semanales con tu padre, en la casa se escabulló a tu habitación. Parece no cansarse , tiene una resistencia increíble que te encanta, te encuentras en la silla de tu escritorio afuera de la oficina de Miguel, no tiene ninguna reunión próxima, así que decides entrar a su oficina.

Tocas la puerta con los nudillos antes de girar la perilla

— Miguel tenía una duda sobre unos correos, unos datos que me parecen incorrectos — de verdad se trata de una pregunta sobre unos correo. trabas la puerta y mientras caminas al interior de la oficina Miguel tiene sus ojos fijos en tus piernas desnudas debido a la falda que traías puesta ese día

— Echémosle un vistazo — Rodeas el escritorio quedando junto a él para tomar el portátil y mostrarle los correos, sin embargo, sus ojos están en tus muslos — Toma asiento — Toma tus caderas y te sienta sobre uno de sus muslos — Mejor — sueltas una risita mientras sus manos recorren tus muslos de arriba a abajo

— Basta — te hace cosquillas — De verdad necesito esta información — aunque inconscientemente tus caderas se mueven, intentando encontrar fricción con su muslo para tu centro necesitado.

— Mmm, tu cuerpo no parece decir lo mismo, dejémoslo para más tarde — susurra en tu oído antes de deslizar besos húmedos desde el lóbulo de tu oreja hasta tu cuello.

— Si insistes — continuas meciendote sobre su muslo, con las manos agarrando fuertemente el escritorio — ahhh, por Dios —Miguel sostiene tu cintura para evitar que te muevas y con la otra mano palmea el interior de tus muslos para que los abras más, pasando un dedo en tu coño por encima de las bragas

— Apenas te he tocado y ya estas lista para mi , mmm — ronroneó en tu oreja, mientras juega con el elástico de tus bragas — deshamonos de estas — las desliza por tus piernas olvidandolas en tus tobillos, toma tus caderas y comienza un vaivén sobre su muslo y tu coño desnudo, dejando un rastro de humedad sobre su pulcro pantalón.

— Por favor Miguel, Por favor — Se ríe de ti en tu oído

— ¿Por favor qué dulzura? — suelta un lado de tus caderas para desabrochar su pantalón y masturbarse mientras te sigue frotando en su muslo. suspira en forma de gemido — Vamos cariño, montame — Te levanta fácilmente de su muslo ahora húmedo, se introduce en ti sin aviso y de una sola estocada que te hace gritar de placer, grito que es amortiguado por la palma de su mano — Sh-sh, Tienes que guardar silencio, hoy no estamos solos.

— Mhm — tarareas contra su mano, con los ojos apretados del placer, te ve rebotar sobre el aún con tu blusa puesta y la alza hasta dejar libres tus senos, los cuales pellizca y amasa tan bien que sientes tu climax avecinarse — Joder joder, me voy a ...

— No — gruñe — todavía no — palmea tu clitoris, lo que hace que las sensaciones aumenten más y se te haga imposible no correrte, pero por alguna razón lo consigues

— Miggy, por favor, ¿Señor? — Miguel tambien se encuentra al borde, pero tenerte así encima de él es la gloria, ojos cerrados del placer, labios entreabiertos, jadeando y bañada en sudor, suplicandole

— Tan buena niña — Pellizca el pezón que tenía entre sus dedos — Tan bonita suplicandome, por eso aclararé tus dudas, muestrame. — esta dentro de ti, pero completamente inmovil

— ¿Ahora? — Dice s gimiendo e incredula

— Si y no podrás correrte hasta que quede completamente claro — tomas la laptop en la mesa e intentas concentrarte en encontrar los correos, pero la sensación de sus manos en tu cintura y su polla enterrada en ti te la ponían muy difícil. Intentaste conseguir un poco de fricción, sin embargo tomó aún más fuerte tus caderas para bloquear tus movimientos — ¿No quedó claro? No. Te. Muevas

Encontraste los correos y te explico tan bien, que no pareciera que estaba hasta el fondo de ti y jugando con tus pezones "despistadamente", no pudiste ponerle atención, pues tenías una presión en el estómago que quería liberarse.

— Quedo clarisimo, por favor Miguel — practicamente lloras en su regazo, intentando absurdamente moverte — Quiero correrme, por favor — se levanta de la silla contigo en brazos, aún dentro tuyo, por la diferencia de altura tus pies no tocan el piso

— Tan necesitada, manos en el escritorio — obedeces y te inclinas apoyando solo las manos en el escritorio, mientras Miguel sostiene tus piernas — Hermosa — dice antes de dejar caer una de sus palmas en tus glúteos, antes de empezar a moverse efusivamente.

Una de sus manos deja caer tu pierna y se mueve hacía tu estomago ejerciendo presión, Miguel puede sentir sus bolas a punto de estallar.

— Me voy a correr dentro tuyo — gruñe roncamente y te lleva al limite — correte sobre mi polla, para llenar ese precioso coño — Y como su buena niña obedeces corriendote sobre el y sintiendo su semen salir disparado.

Le encataba ver su corrida choreando por tus muslos, así que eso hace al separarse de ti, no te había besado en todo el encuentro así que se sienta en su silla y te toma en brazos para mimarte por tomar todo de él, y por fin juntar sus labios dulcemente.

La magia termina cuando tocan la puerta

— Miguel, ¿Estas ahí? — era la voz de tu padre

#miguelohara #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara oneshot #spiderman2099 #miguel x reader #spiderverse #miguel #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #miguel ohara smut

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nolan-chance · 2 months

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Preeeeetty bad Fn day. Didnt played much so I started some planning instead, and I think I might be getting somewhere.

Still, i’m not totally sure about materials, his shirt neck has to be flexible and i don’t think im feeling like to deal with that. It’s trickier than I thought. I might just end up putting a removible foamy piece instead of actually adding the piece to his torso. His neck is long AF compared with the base figure, so I'll have to make him a new one.

I don’t want to cut the original jacket so I’ll have work around it to make it look similar to No|an. And the vest, making it of a solid material would inmovilize his whole torso. I think, with the proper lenght, the vest won’t interfer that articulation. Pockets, it has a lot, and I'm not quite sure about the radio, which is very builky. Good thing his vest is actually quite small. I don’t know who hes trying to fool, he’s not protected in any way with that thing (?)

Now I'm starting to regret the very moment I thought this was a good idea

OK ok so it has been like 5 minutes and I think I could make the vest and the neck of silicon? Omg it could actually work. Bad thing random motivation hits on saturday night when I can buy no materials so nothing gets done

#rambles #ugh i guess i’l just wait

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jaybutnotthebird · 10 months

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SOMEONE wrote a fanfiction that starts with Rocky’s death and now I can’t shake the image of him lying inmovile in a pool of blood

this morning I cried, legit teared up while wondering my apartment thinking of this nonexistant cat who isn’t even dead in canon

I keep thinking of Freckle and Ivy reacting to it, just like my own sona, who, mind you, doesen’t exist in that fanfiction, but still NOW I have a headcanon for how they would go about the burial and everything

so, um, thanks Aveen (they don’t have a tumblr but here’s the link)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47728090/chapters/120311308

oh and here’s my own sona’s reaction ‘cause god dammit I NEED TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM!!

(sorry if it seems a little too dramatic or cheesy I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR)

As if Mitzy didn't have too many things on her mind, now she was even shorter on staff. That was without taking the grief into consideration. She sat at Atlas', now her chair in the study, with her late husband's portrait hanging behind her, in silence. She was supposed to make numbers but at the moment she couldn't push herself to. She needed a drink, or a few first.

There was a knock on the door

"well?" she asked, and the door opened, revealing the familiar image of a fluffy black cat with orange patches. The poor thing looked even more dishelved than her

"Jasper, honey. What can I do for you?"

"I just..." Jasper's voice sounded uncaracteristically tired, alienating him even more from his usual shelf

"I just wanted to take care of Rocky's funeral, and leting you know mam. I will be paying for it and everything"

She pinched her brow and sighed

"yes, thank you dear"

"um, the whole thing will probably happen very fast... would you like to come to the burial?"

"no, well, I don't think so. Do tell me where it is and I'll bring him flowers, will you, dear?"

"yes, Miss M. Thank you"

before he closed the door behind him, he asked again

"do you know where I can find Freckle?"

"mh? Oh, he was wondering arround like a lost soul"

"right, thank you"

Jasper didn't need to search too far. He came downstairs and found Freckle moping the spot where Rocky had died. He came up to him

"Freckle?"

"please, don't-"

"sorry, Calvin. Um... may I speak to you for a moment?"

Calving looked up at him. It was Rocky's friend, that is, his best friend. Allways listening to his nonesense, laughting his jokes, telling him to be carefull.

Being allways by his side, he had seemed bigger, stronger, taller... now the black cat seemed small, his fur all messed, his shirt crumpled and slightly opened, sleeves rolled up... and a couple smudges of blood still on it. The tom's green eyes where still wet and tired and he was fidgeting with his signature cap.

His whole demeanor and body languaje was defleated, oposit to his usual boustering energy

"I was thinking about the burial... If you don't mind, I will take care of it. Make it sound like an accident and all"

Calvin hadn't even thought of it. He thought they would just get rid of the body and let his aunt think Rocky had wandered off after losing another job.

"I would pay for it. I have enough saved... just... would you mind helping me take him upstairs or do you prefer I ask someone else?"

Calvin didn't think for a moment

"I'll do it"

Jasper had been at the speakeasy when it happened. He couldn't believe it. One moment he was sitting at his favourite spot, confy, reading with a glass of something sweet and Rocky was wandering arround the speakeasy cheerful as allways... the next there where a couple loud noises and chaos errupted. By the time he looked up from behind the booth and focused his sight on the figure lying on the floor it was already over.

You do not know vertigo until someone you love is in danger. The sensation of a sudden void in your stomach. The panic, as no matter how much you call out and press on the wound and cry for help and say 'no' there's nothing you can do.

He had tried to reanimate Rocky's body. He had cried over him and prayed for him not to go. He had felt numb and lost track of time. Then, he had stood on wobbly legs as people passed arround him and went to get another drink.

Some members of the speakeasy went upstairs, Freckle came down. He stood there, in the room, not taking his eyes of Rocky's body like one watches over something precious that may get stolen

tho it had been taken already. It was like he didn't want anymore damage to come to him.

With the help of Viktor, he had lifted the body and placed it on a mat to drag him off sight, and placed his handkerchief over his face to avoid the sight of his lifeless expresion, open eyes, broken skull

now, Ivy went ahead to open the latch door and the back of the truck as he and Calvin carried the mat with his body upstairs, and drove to the funeral home.

On the way there, in between monstruous silences he told Calvin what he had seen and got the details the doctor was able to discern from the autopsy

The family that worked the funeral home didn't seem very afected by the passing of Rocky. No even surprised. Jasper supposed it was normal given the nature of both their bushiness and Rocky's. He dictated a nice lie for the forged papers as two of them carried the body inside

"he was taking a walk by the river at dusk. Despite his friend's advice, he climbed on the side of the bridge and started playing the violin, riming and dancing as he often did. He did not see or hear the train coming and no one could warn him before he slept and fell. By the time his friends got to the bottom of the hill, he was already dead.

He leaves behind an aunt, a cousin who's more like a brother, a missing father and many friends and coworkers who will dearly miss him"

Jasper's voice had long started to break by the time he got to the last lines. His eyes started watering again

"that much is true"

a final line was aded to the obituary 'he died doing what he loved' say's his devastated friend, 'he was always an artist and a free soul'

after a short while, the lady and her husband ofered the three mourning parties one last goodbye before they nailed the casket close.

"my" said Jasper "you did a good job"

With his fur cleaned and brushed and the wounds carefully knitted, with the solemn pose his body was on, the only telling sign of his death was how still he laid.

Calvin stood for a few moments next to the casket, carassing his now cold hand in a short of reasurance

"I will find whoever did this" he said "I promise" he engraved in his mind the last sight he would have of the boy he grew up with, who, tho wayward, had allways looked out for him. Tho misgided, he had allways sought to cheer him up, find him a job, edge him on with Ivy...

Ivy, who couldn't look at the body without tearing up, and just waited for Calvin to come next to her to hold onto his arm.

Jasper stood next to the casket when his turn came

should he memorice this moment? Or better remember him as he was in life? Should he pretend for a second that Rocky was just asleep, or would that be worse? Should he say something?

He followed his instincts and just bent over to place a silent kiss on his brow.

they brought him to the same cementary near the river where no one would bother to check the dates, and they all took turns digging and burying the casquet.

When it was over Ivy and Calvin turned arround to see Jasper had crumbled down and sobbing on the ground. "I... I cared for him so deeply, I loved him! I loved him so much!" The priest and his brother walked up to the car in respectful silence, but Jasper gestured for Calvin "I need you to know... I need to confess this to someone" Calvin's whole demeanor shifted. He crouched down right next to him, looking like a tiger about to strike "Confess what?" "...I loved him. You don't understand... I loved him the way a man loves a woman" Calvin's ears tilted back. Ivy's expresion went shocked, but they stood still as the cat in shambles continued "I know it's frowned upon, and forbidden and so... But I couldn't help it. I loved him! Just the way he was... I wanted him to be happy. I wanted to make him happy! I wanted to look into his eyes and listen to him everyday for the rest of my life!" He dissolved into uncontrolable sobbing. Ivy and Calvin didn't know what to do

"I... have heared horror stories of what people do to people like us. You think... this is why...?"

Calvin's fur bristled slightly at the idea. It was a possibility, tho he didn't think it was the case: had it been a pasion related crime, the spitefull bullet would have gone to the groin, not the throat.

...but it was still possible fuel to the hatred that led to his cousin's death

"did anyone else know? Did you tell anyone?"

"no! I told him it was dangerous, I told him a thousand times no one could ever know! We were so carefull... whenever we even kissed it was allways in a dark tunnel or something... and we would stop if we heared anyone coming near, we-we didn't even hold hands in public! We were so careful I swear!"

Calvin didn't have much time to process the fact that Jasper just admitted to not only love Rocky romantically, but also to being intimate with him on more than one ocasion. He brushed that thought aside. After all, this was just one more questionable oddity his cousin did on a daily basis without batling an eyelash. He concentrated on the lead

"was he careful? Maybe he told someone, did you ever have any close calls?"

"I don't think so? I don't know! Maybe he did let it slip, maybe it was too ovbious for someone at the speakeasy? ...look, I shouldn't tell you but I think Zib might have known"

"Zib?" asked Ivy

"yes... I think he... well... he swings the same way?"

Calvin took another deep breath. Behind him, Ivy was still recalculating

"I just... I can't believe... that I will grow old, and look back... and remember him. And he will not be there"

he pressed a hand against his face, messing even further his hair

"there'll be no music in my life"

Calvin wondered if his cousin would go to hell, as his mother would suggest, or follow irish tradition and play the violin at crossroads. It sounded like him. He imagined his music echoing throu the dark tunnels of the speakeasy for years to come

"if you do find the guy... do let me know ok? I want to know why"

"I promise"

"thanks. You guys can go now, I'd like to be alone"

And so they did. On the way back from the funeral house, Calvin felt Ivy's hand on his

"can you imagine? Not being able to hold hands?" "well, they seemed happy"

"yeah..."

Ivy leaned onto his shoulder

"they did"

Throug the next few days Jasper would only play his little ocarina when it was quiet and there wasn't many people arround. They were allways slow, melancolic tunes that added to the gloomy hambient. He would then hold the piece to his chest and close his eyes, and breathe.

Then Calvin came back to talk to him, to let him know he had caught the murderer, and made justice by his own hand. He told him why and how the man had taken Rocky's life and Jasper thanked him.

He imagined what he would have done if he had a chance at the guy before Calvin killed him, or if he had known last time he saw the bastard. He imagined himself tackling him to the ground and beating the shit out of him and clawing at his face until he was tired. Then, strangling him with his own hands.

He visited the place where the man's body was disposed. Called out to him, peed on the spot and said "I hope you choke on that. You were lucky I didn't get a chance at you"

After that, Jasper became the newest lackadaisy rumrunner, every bit as reckless as Rocky had been, only less cheerful. Rumor arround was anyday now he would get himself killed, and perhaps that was his intencion.

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