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frenchfrywrites · 2 years

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Leona puts effort into something (for once)

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Top amab gn dom top reader, sub bottom Leona Kingscholar, feminization, lingerie, spanking, piss, ass eating, knotting

It’s not often that Leona puts in the effort to surprise you. It's not often that Leona puts in the effort to do anything. And he must have put in a lot of effort here.

He’d have to have known your schedule for the day, he clearly put a lot of thought into finding the right color, size, and style, and unless he just had a lucky guess, he put in effort to find out exactly how to make you rock hard at the mere sight of him.

“You look-” you let out a pleased hum instead of finishing that thought, closing the door behind you. In front of you lies Leona all dolled up in the prettiest (and likely most expensive) bralette and matching thong lingerie set you’ve ever seen. The bra pushes his chest, exposing his skin to you like he has little A cup tits, and the soft pink contrasts beautifully with his brown skin.

Leona drags his- even prettier- green eyes over to look at you, flashing you a smug grin. “I look?” he prompts, alerting you to the fact that you never finished your sentence.

“You look so fucking good,” you practically whine. As you make your way to the bed Leona lazily pulls himself up, his tail flicking happily behind him. You pull him into a kiss as soon as you’re able to, pressing your tongue into his hot mouth.

Leona moans, sinking his fingers into your shirt to tug you onto the bed. Your hands find their way to the bra, fondling his chest gently.

“I’ve been waiting too long,” Leona complains against your lips. His hold tightens on you, clinging you closer. You can now feel his- equally hard- dick pressed against yours. “You’d better fuck me before I get cranky,” he warns, jerking his hips against you. You huff a laugh,

“Then present yourself, kitty,” you barely have the words out before Leona is on his stomach, arching his back and raising his hips to show off his ass to you. You quickly shuck off your shirt before touching him again, as the arousal building with each second makes your skin feel like it’s burning.

“Fuck,” you curse softly, placing your hands on each of Leona’s cheeks. Upon spreading them you find that the thong does nearly nothing to cover his hole. His tail flicks and twitches under your gaze, and it makes you delighted to know Leona is further worked up over you seeing him like this. “This barely covers your cunt, princess,” you inform him like he doesn’t know, pulling the fabric to the side to see him fully. Your dick strains against your pants at the sight.

Leona groans at your words, rocking himself back just a bit, seemingly telling you to get on with it. You don’t need to be told twice.

You run your fingers over his hole, feeling it twitch under you. He’s slick already.

“Did you already stretch your pussy open for me, kitty?” you ask as you slip a finger inside. Leona moans instead of answering, which is fine considering you already know the answer to your question.

You slowly press in two fingers, finding little resistance. Curling them towards Leona’s bladder, the man under you shudders, gasping and groaning and when you find his prostate. His tail is flicking violently now while he tries to move himself back against your fingers.

As you finger and stretch him open your other hand wanders. Your hand travels from squeezing and massaging his ass to stroking his cock through his thong. The wet spot from his precum doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

By the time that your hand travels up to play with Leona’s chest over the bralette again he’s moaning something into the pillow he has his face smushed into.

“What was that baby girl?” you tease, stretching your fingers open inside of him. He grunts, lifting his head.

“Said can you eat me out? Please?” now it’s your turn to moan. Eagerly you slip your fingers out and press your face between his cheeks, licking at his hole. It takes a second for you to process it, but you quickly realize he used flavored lube. Unable to help yourself, you lick and press your tongue into him, eating him out so sloppily that with the mix of lube and spit you’re sure your dick will slide into him perfectly.

The string of the thong is uncomfortably pressing into your cheek, but you’ve already decided that you’re going to make Leona dirty it with his cum before you even think of removing it.

And at this rate he’ll be doing that sooner than later.

“Fuck,” he growls, groaning your name after, “feel’s s’good, ah, I need you inside me, have’ta have you inside before I cu-ungh- cum, please, ungh please,” he finally starts begging. You pull yourself away, despite how badly you want to stay buried with your face in his ass.

“Want me to fuck you princess?” you tease, rubbing his rim that’s slicked and shining. It twitches under your finger,

“Please,” Leona mumbles. You click your tongue, spanking him roughly. He jolts, crying out as he clutches onto the pillow that he’s been laying on. “Yes please!” he cries, louder so you can hear him better.

“Good girl,” you begin shuffling out of your pants, meanwhile Leona looks back at you, his green eyes blown wide with lust.

He licks his lips when your cock is exposed to him. You consider letting him suck you off, but the urge to be inside him is overpowering.

“Lube?” Leona scoffs at this,

“Aren’t I wet enough, c’mon just fuck me alre-oh!” you spank him again, watching his mouth drop open at the moan that falls from his lips. As soon as he recovers he’s scrambling to get the lube for you, passing it to you quickly.

Hastily, you coat your dick with it, groaning as you finally give your dick more attention. You move the string of the thong to the side once again, and tease your tip against his hole.

Leona whines your name, grinding his hips against you. You press your hips forward, and find that you were right; with the help of both the lube and spit, your dick pops in easily and you’re balls deep inside of him before you know it.

Leona is gripping fiercely to the pillow beneath him, his back arched, pushing his hips back so you’re as deep as you can get. You lean over his body, caging him in but minding his tail.

“Been waiting for this all night?” you ask, inches away from his ear. Leona groans, nodding his head to the question. You snap your hips and he cries out,

“Yes fuck, god I’ve been waiting for you, ah,” you start fucking him slowly, “all night. Got dressed up for you, just for you, and,” he groans, “couldn’t help touching myself,” he confesses breathlessly.

“Because you look so pretty?” you ask, picking up the pace a bit. Leona nods again,

“Yeah, nngh, cause I look so pretty,” he echos. You imagine it, Leona pulling up the thong in front of the mirror, feeling the fabric cup his cock so nicely. Maybe he ran his fingers over his bralette, imagining it was you instead. Maybe he traced his cock- chubbing up at the sight of himself- wishing you were there. No wonder he was already so needy when you arrived. You angle your hips to hear him keen,

“Such a good girl,” you praise, running your hands up to once again fondle his sensitive chest. Leona squeezes around you at that. His nipples harden and press against the fabric of the bralette, so you squeeze and pull at them, bringing one hand up to move Leona’s long hair to one side. With his skin exposed you lean your head forward to kiss his jaw lovingly, then settle in where his neck and shoulder meet.

You kiss him there then lick and suck on his neck, forming a hickey that you know Leona will bitch and moan about later (all the while proudly putting it on display).

Leona’s voice cracks and drops an octave as he moans, cuing you into knowing just how close he is to climaxing already. He’s usually able to last longer, but you’d bet good money that you eating him out earlier is what’s made him more sensitive. He was smart to have used the flavored kind.

“Can-” he starts, and you can feel the vibrations of his voice against your lips where you’re still doing a mix of sucking and kissing, “can I please cum, I- ah- I wanna cum,” you pull your head out of his shoulder.

“Already?” you knew he was close but you like to tease him anyways. Leona shakily nods, whimpering softly, “hah, yeah baby you can cum,” you give him permission, your hands traveling down to his cock. The wet spot that had formed from Leona’s precum earlier has significantly expanded. You stroke him over the soft fabric of the thong, and he soon starts jerking his hips into your hand.

“C’mon Leona, fuck, dirty your pretty panties for me huh? Make them-ah- messy for me princess,” you tease, feeling him clench tightly around you. You pick up your pace, attempting to hit his prostate with each thrust and get him off.

A moment later he’s cumming with a growl of your name, humping his hips back against yours, arching his back in pleasure. As you fuck him through his orgasm, you can feel his cock twitching, and then his cum wets the fabric, just like you’d hoped it would.

“Good girl,” you coo, feeling your climax quickly approaching with the way he flutters and squeezes around you. Fucking him through his orgasm only brings you closer to yours, “I’m gonna cum inside you, Leona, baby,” you groan, feeling his knot expanding. You squeeze it tightly and Leona lets out a choked moan, “you want that kitty? Hah, want all my cum in your womb?”

“Yes,” he wails, “fuck yes, please, please,” his begging pulls you over the edge and you pump him full of your cum. You bite him, hard, where you’d been sucking a hickey into his skin earlier, because you know he loves that.

In your periphery you see Leona’s mouth drop open, drool falling from his mouth as his eyes roll back into his head.

You fuck him through your orgasm, and then shakily and slowly thrust your hips until his knot deflates. In that time Leona has gone boneless under you, but you know he’s not asleep yet despite how exhausted he looks.

Then you move to pull out.

He’s up and alert fast, swiveling to look at you, “no wait,” he rushes. You quirk an eyebrow. Leona tries his best to look nonchalant but his ears are perked up, “can you do the thing?” he asks gruffly. His question is cryptic to say the least, but you know what he wants.

“What thing?” you tease, sliding yourself back into him. Leona nearly bares his teeth at you, but swallows his annoyance.

“Can you-” he looks away, “pee in me, please,” he adds softly. It’s leagues better than the first time he requested this (when he’d been both shy and angry at you for trying to figure out what he wanted), so you figure he’s earned it.

“Of course I can, princess,” you kiss his shoulder. Leona’s tail flicks around impatiently as you relax yourself enough to empty your bladder into him.

It takes a good second, but as soon as you let go Leona starts purring, once again going boneless as you add to the mess of liquids deep inside of him, scratching that primal part of his brain. You thrust your hips shallowly as you piss deep inside of him, kissing the bite mark you made earlier, and moaning softly at the relief of letting go.

When you’ve relieved yourself fully, you carefully pull out, flopping next to Leona who looks like he’s seconds away from being unconscious. He does however, manage to fling off the bralette before cuddling up next to you.

“Leona,” you murmur softly, interrupting the sound of his gentle purrs, “c’mon babe we gotta get these sheets off before you fall asleep.” Leona’s nose crinkles and he squints one eye open,

“No we don’t?” he grumbles, “just remove the damn towel.” You look down to find that the whole time Leona had been over a towel, and your lust muddled brain had simply not acknowledged this fact.

You laugh, laying back to regain some strength before you take care of cleaning the two of you up- which may or may not include Leona sucking you off while you eat out the slurry of cum and piss and flavored lube from his asshole.

He really did put a lot of effort into this after all, and you’re going to show him just how grateful you are.

#alt title: princess and the pee #spice #p/iss #cw feminization #cw knotting #sub leona kingscholar

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angelamajiki · 3 years

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Can I request something?!

We try to escape Overhaul but he catches us but as a punishment seeing as we don't like him he gives us to Rappa so he can do what he wants to us for a week and in the end we go back to him and he has you never wanting to even step out your room.

Is that fine? Anyways stay safe, drink water, wear a mask, and keep up the great work!

PARINGS: Rappa x AFAB! Reader

CW: yandere, watersports, noncon, facefucking, teasing, manhandling, scumbag rappa

AN: thank you nonnie!! <33

Kai had caught you trying to escape. Or rather, Rappa was the one who actually caught you, laughing and jeering at your cries and the pounding of your small fists on his back. Your captor was not amused in the slightest as his henchman emerged into his office with you tucked a little too snuggly over his shoulder.

“Caught your lil’ scrub tryin’ to escape, boss.” Rappa cackled, sitting you down on the chair in front of the yakuza leader’s desk. “Damn, does she squeal like a pig.”

He clapped his hand over your shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. The man had taken a liking towards you, meaning to say that he enjoyed watching Kai dole out punishments for when you tried to escape or otherwise upset him, which wasn't hard to do.

“Yes, she does.” Kai sighed, brows furrowed deeply in irritation. “What am I going to do with you, pet? Do I not provide for you, care for you? How can I get you to behave, hm?”

Tapping a finger against his forehead, he signed and closed his eyes, slumping back in his chair, hands folded in his lap.

“I’ll never stop trying to escape because anywhere else is better than being here with you, Overhaul.” You spat venomously, squirming under Rappa’s tight grip. The man behind you just chuckled darkly.

“Say, boss...if the little lady here is so unhappy with you, why don't you put her on loan to someone for the time being? Let ‘em show her how good you are to her, eh?”

Kai quirked a brow at Rappa, immediately picking up what he was throwing down. He had half a mind to punish Rappa as well for his blatant display of insubordination and to dare to think he’d willingly give up his precious pet to him like she was a mere stray.

Ah, but the man did have a point. His pet needed to be taught how kind her master is, and Rappa is the perfect opposition to do so. A degenerate at heart, his underling, was rowdy, filthy, and above all, a bigger sadist than Kai was.

He knew the man loved nothing more than to watch him spank the poor thing until she was a sobbing, blubbering mess of “I’m sorry, Kai!” gasping and panting for air like she was on the verge of death. What a drama queen he had on his hands. But he treated you like a queen nonetheless, but your attitude was simply out of control at this point.

“I think Rappa’s right, dear. Why don't you spend the week with him? Take a break from me if I’m so intolerable.”

Ice ran through your veins as Rappa unceremoniously scooped you up from your chair, opting to throw you over his shoulder. Kai’s chuckle and Rappa’s jeers mixed with your protests as you squirmed and squealed in his monstrous grasp.

“I thought you said anywhere else would be better than being with me. Remember, this is the choice you made, darling.”

“Rappa, you're dismissed.”

With a wave of a gloved hand, your fate was sealed. The bulkier man nodded and smacked a large hand over your ass.

“You and me? We're gonna have some fun, little piggy.” ——— •

Settled on Rappa’s bed, if you could call a sparsely covered mattress that hadn't been washed in god knows how long a bed, your nerves were set ablaze watching the man undress. And he certainly made a show of it, flexing his muscles and winking at you all the while.

“Like what ya see, sweets?” He groaned, striking a pose in front of you in nothing but a wife-beater and a pair of boxers. Oogling couldn't be helped; the man was built like Adonis. Strong, fierce, and big. Much, much bigger than you were.

“I hope so, cause I definitely do.” He smirked, licking his lips as he stalked over to you. “Don’t ya about a thing, little piggy. Papa’s gonna take real good care of ya”

Climbing over you, he pinned you to the mattress with one hand and used the other to feel you up.

“Yeesh, yer stiff as a board. Maybe a little game will help loosen you up, piggy.”

Fingers crawled their way up to your torso and to your mouth, leaving a searing heat in their wake. His fingers snatched your tongue from your mouth, shoving themselves down your throat to choke you.

“This little piggy wants to choke on my cock.”

His insenstant cooing and grinning had your stomach turning in knots, helping the fingers in your throat gag you even further. The thumb pressed down on your tongue before spitting a glob down your throat.

“This little piggy wants to be squeezed real tight.”

The sing-song tone in his voice only served to heighten your fear. Of course, the bastard thought this was all a game to him and you his toy.

His grin only got wider as his hand crept down your throat and ghosted itself there, barely touching before lunging. A panicked yip flew from your mouth as he pinned you by your throat.

There was hardly any pressure, just a cage of fingers keeping you locked into his impossibly firm grip. The hand was more than large enough to circle your neck. You smell the grim on his fingers, the labor of his love for the Shie Hassaikai.

“Almost got ya, piggy!” He teased, licking a long strip up your cheek. God, his breath stunk.

“Keep up now; the fun’s just starting.”

His fingers seemed to leave a trail of grime as they traveled down to your exposed breasts. They groped and gripped at your tender flesh without finesse or technique. So rough and worn from all the fighting he does. Your right tit was cupped in his hand before he gave it a hard squeeze.

“This little piggy wants to be milked.”

Onto your left, giving your nipple a good tug and pinch.

“This little piggy wants to be sucked.”

Your squeals and cries only made him laugh harder, grunting when you squirmed against the leg in between your thighs.

“Aw, is baby girl gonna cry? Cause I’ll give you something to cry about.”

Every touch of the pads from his fingers made you even sicker than before. You could feel every place he touched, the disgusting filth they left in their wake. The continued down your stomach, stopping to tickle you softly on your sides.

“W-What are you doing?!”

Your laughter couldn't be contained as he got rougher and rougher, chuckling along with you as he pressed his face close to yours.

“Stop it! I-I’m going to pee!”

“Good. That's what I like to hear.” He grunted, pressing his elbow hard into your bladder all while tickling you. Shame and piss flushed out of you as he groaned, grinding his knee up against your wet, sloppy cunt.

“Look at that! Piggy’s finally rolling around in filth where pigs belong.”

“I can't wait to make a mess of you.”

Humiliation flushed your face and your body, feeling even more disgusted as you felt your own piss on your lower body.

Rappa stood up and took a good look at you, admiring his handy work. A flushed, tearful expression that could be fucked up even more, his favorite face to see. Especially on someone as beautiful as you.

Sitting you up, he sat behind you and took your hair into two separate ponytails before trying them off.

“There, perfect for gripping.”

A rough push landed you on the floor, naked and afraid. One hand grabbed both your ponytails at the same time and steered you to be seated facing his crotch.

“Open wide, piggy.”

You shook your head, already feeling humiliated enough for one evening.

“Are you deaf? Open up, you bratty little bitch. Don't make me ask again unless ya fancy fighting me instead.”

Now that was a truly horrifying thought. The man could quickly kill you with a single punch and let Overhaul bring you back to life, only to do it again and again. Those men, especially Kai, had no qualms about taking your life when you decided to misbehave.

Considering your choices, you cut your losses and nodded, opening your mouth slowly and braced yourself for a brutal facefucking.

The man sunk himself into your throat, sitting there when he bottomed out. His hips twitched as you choked and gagged around his massive dick.

“Yeah.” He groaned, pulling out only to slam back in. “That's what I’m talkin’ about. Finally got ya to shut your mouth and put it to good use.”

Hips thrusting, he set a brutal pace into your mouth. Heavy balls slapped against your chin as your spit and tears made a mess of your face. He paid no mind to your shaking and struggling, only moaning when you choked particularly hard.

“Guess I gotta let ya up to breathe, huh piggy?”

Pulling himself out, he gave you a few seconds to cough and gulp in the air before nudging his way back into your warm, wet mouth.

“Can’t spoil you too much now.” He chuckled.

One hand gripping each ponytail, he tugged them tight and fucked your mouth with vigor. His hips slammed against your cheeks, sure to leave bruises as they started to sputter.

“Y-You’re just so cute, piggy. I can’t last long when you look at me like that.” He grunted, pulling your hair even tighter.

His cock hurt your throat horribly. You could feel the burn of every stroke and spasm into your mouth, tears streaming down your face even more from the pain. Your hair felt like it was going to be ripped out from the sheer amount of strength he was pulling it with.

His thrusts increased in pace as he chased his orgasm, opting to hold the back of your head flush against his crotch when he finally did cum. Making sure to swallow every last drop, Rappa didn't let you up until he was completely finished.

“Such a good girl for Papa.” Rappa jeered, picking you up off the floor by the throat and pressed a sloppy kiss to your mouth.

Tossed onto the bed, he spread your legs wide and pressed a thumb to your dripping hole.

“And this little piggy wants to get fucked all night long.”

#yandere rappa #yandere rappa x reader #rappa #rappa x reader #yandere my hero academia #my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia #yandere mha #mha #yandere bnha #bnha #yandere x reader #yandere

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brillianthijinx · 2 years

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Happy birthday @sparklinspence this blurb is for you!

Messy Boy

Spencer whimpered. His mouth was full so he couldn’t really make any other noises. He squirmed uncomfortably at his Alpha’s feet. Hotch ignored his whimpers and squirming and yanked Spencer’s hair to remind him of his task.

Spencer should be focused on Hotch’s cock and nothing else. He was being a very naughty omega thinking that he could ignore his alpha to prioritize his own needs. Spencer renewed sucking but without the fervor Hotch expected from him.

Hotch pushed him away, and Spencer slipped off his cock. “I’m sorry Alpha, I really need to go to the bathroom. Please can I go?”

Hotch glared at Spencer making the omega whimper. “What have I told you Spencer? You need to learn to hold it.” Spencer burst into tears, humiliated in front of his mate.

“I’m sorry, Alpha, it's been hours, and I had seven cups of coffee today.” Hotch pushed the omega so he was lying on his back. He placed a foot on his belly over his bladder, “How is that my problem? You need to do as you're told.”

Spencer squirmed harder trying to get away from the foot putting more pressure on him. He was ready to burst. “Please please please” he sobbed. Hotch moved his foot lower down and ground the little omega cocklet with his shoe.

“Don’t you dare make a mess in my office, omega. You will be severely punished.” At the thought of punishment Spencer’s eyes went wide and he shook his head. He subconsciously thrust his hips into Hotch’s shoe. The stimulation caused him to leak slick on the floor.

“Messy boy. You’re already leaking.” Hotch roared. Spencer shook his head, cheeks flaming red and tears running down his face. “I’m not Alpha I swear I’m not!”

“Bend over. Let me check..” Spencer turned and moved into the classic breeding position presenting his slick hole to his Alpha’s burning gaze. Hotch thrust two fingers inside and Spencer cried out at the intrusion. Hotch twisted his fingers this way and that turning and angling for Spencer’s prostate. When he found it Spencer shrieked, cumming and pissing all over the Alpha’s hardwood floors.

“Stupid, messy slut.” Hotch muttered, undoing his belt. He kicked the omega forwards so he landed in his mess. “Spread your cheeks for me, omega.”

Still sobbing, Spencer obeyed, reaching behind and spreading himself so his Alpha would have easy access to his hot wet hole. Hotch sunk his hard cock still wet with omega spit into the tight heat. He would never have enough of Spencer’s phenomenal boypussy. The walls gripped him tight and pulsed as he thrust.

Hotch came with a shout and pulled back so his knot wouldn’t catch. “Messy boys like you do not get Alpha knots.” Spencer’s hole clenched on nothing and fresh slick dripped down his thighs. He looked pathetic, covered in cum, piss, and slick. Just the way Hotch adored.

“Clean up my office, slut. Use your tongue.” Hotch pushed his chair back and casually stroked his still erect cock as he watched the omega try to clean his mess by licking the floor. He only added to the mixture by drooling at the scent of his Alpha’s thick cock.

“At this rate you’re gonna take all night, I expect my office to be clean by morning.” Hotch stood up and locked the door ignoring his omegas pathetic sobbing. He needed to take a cold shower.

#mean alpha Hotch #hotchreid #piss boi #my writing #happy birthday Emmy #this is so cringe I’m sorry #tw a/b/o #tw dubious consent #tw piss #subby omega Reid #cross posted on ao3

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seeds-and-sins · 4 years

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Something Special

Pairing: Vaas Montenegro / Reader

Rating: T (Strong language, violence)

Description: You find out Vaas is actually a pirate lord, he makes a deal with you in promising to keep your friends alive and safe...

You didn't know what it was about him. There was something off, but you just couldn't put your finger on it. It wasn't the scar that spanned the side of his head, nor the unruly Mohawk, or the blank stares. No. It couldn't have been the dirty wraps around his fingers, or the way he spoke, or the rough pads of his thumbs. No, not any of those things. It must had been something though, as your friends pulled you around the island, the strange tour guide in tow. It must had been something. Even your friends knew it, before arriving on the island, Tony warned that the guide was a bit rough around the edges, that we should all keep our distance. No. You couldn't keep your distance from this particular stranger, no indeed.

While the others all had their bathroom breaks, you held your bladder for the sake of being alone with said person. He considered you with that same fixed stare, something akin to a pout sitting on his lips, arms crossed. You crossed your own arms, mocking him to some extent. It was a silent exchange. You smirked at him, then came closer, even as he shifted his back towards you. You slid around, closer even, knowing that if your friends were nearby they would certainly disapprove. You stared, gazed, narrowed your eyes every now and again, focused on his features. When you came close enough his eyes widened at the proximity, and his lips parted as if to say something. Hand snatching your own with snake like speed, just as your fingers tenderly caressed over his scar.

"You're playing with fire, hermana." His grip was tight, but not painfully so. His voice didn't quite reach the way his eyes analyzed you with curiosity, no intent to follow through with his indirect threat.

"How did you get it?" You asked, and he released your wrist, turning his back to you again. You were surprised he would turn his back to anyone, but you figured he had deduced long before that you were no threat.

"That's none of your business."

"Oh," You shrugged, then nudged your hip into his, he grunted in annoyance and sidestepped away. "Just curious."

"Curiosity can be dangerous, ya'know."

"Only to someone who is afraid of death." His hazel eyes followed you again, before shaking his head and finding anything else but you to busy himself. "Hey, I'm sorry, you just seem pretty cool."

"Pretty cool?" He cocked his head at you, biting his bottom lip in frustration, his fists fell to his sides and he stomped that extra space between you both. Then his face was an inch from yours, a snarl on him, rage in his every huff of a breath.

"Do you even fucking know who I am?" You remained calm, hoping he was all bark and not all bite. "Do you?" He spat.

"Not really," You forced a smile, that was somewhat genuine, but his negative energy was only making you more nervous. "But I would like to..." You cleared your throat, the tip of your bare foot tenderly circling in the wet soil of the jungle floor. "Know who you are." His expression softened, not without the slightest bit of confusion crossing his features. His lips then twitched into a grin of some kind, before he distanced himself from you again, finding a tree to lean back against.

"Oh, hermana, you wouldn't want to know."

"It can't be that bad, what's your name?"

"It doesn't matter." You washed a palm over your lips in deep thought and then finally came to a conclusion.

"If I tell you stuff about me, maybe you can tell me stuff about you." He rolled his eyes, and sighed.

"Why the fuck do you want to know about me? Huh?"

"Well, you're our guide, and um," You didn't want him to know that you thought he was attractive, even the slightest bit exotic and alluring. The tattoos that ran over the taut muscles of his biceps, the baggy sides of his tank top straps, exposing the edges of his toned pectorals, dark chest hairs bordering the neckline of the red, and thick thighs underneath the camo green cargos. "Like I said, I think you are cool."

"You don't know anything about me, how can you say that?"

"Earlier, I saw you tying up some knots on our boat, you know your stuff..." You then pondered another time where the man practically fascinated you. "Then you made that fire for us last night, it took you less than thirty minutes with hardly anything but some sticks and moss. That's not easy." You stepped closer, only for him to flinch slightly at the movement. "And I have to admit, when we climbed the summit you were absolutely ripped. You were ahead of us the whole time." Vaas couldn't hide his amusement, he snorted and shook his head.

"You've been watching me quite a bit then, hermana." He stated, gave you a once over and then stepped towards you, those lengthy arms swinging at his sides. He placed them on his hips when he was close enough to grab you, the very thought excited you. "My name is Vaas."

"Vaas," You nodded, muttering the name under your breath in admiration, you couldn't deny the blush that soon dusted your cheeks. "Thank you for telling me." He licked his lips, and this mischievous nature came about him.

"Just being polite is all, hermosa, who wouldn't want to put a name to the person they are crushing on?" Your jaw dropped and you sputtered out some pathetic response.

"B-But-I-I-" The bushes beside you shoveled and Hunter was leading a trail of your friends back towards you.

"Hey guys, we going to keep going? Or what?" Oh shit! You forgot you really had to pee.

Later that day, the lot of you found yourselves at a waterfall, with a small pond beneath it. And of course, all of your friends wanted to go for a swim. You changed out into your bathing suit, after finding a large rock to change behind with the others. You couldn't explain how excited you were to finally get into some cool water, it was sweltering hot that day on the island. You sprinted to the edge of a smaller cliff that hovered over the lake, and just as you were about to follow the others into the waters below, you paused. You carried your feet up to Vaas, who was leaning against a tree, a cigarette hanging from his lips. His eyes openly eyeing your body again, except this time all too freely.

"Come swim with us." You urged, a hint of laughter bubbling up in your throat. He dragged from the cigarette, slotting it between his fingers and exhaling the smoke as he freed his lips.

"I don't know if your friends would like that so much, sol." You smiled and reached out, grabbing his free hand.

"Come on, I would like it if you did, who cares what they think?" He dropped his head for a moment, then his fingers came to life in your own, tenderly wrapping around yours. He smirked up at you, teeth bright and white, much to your surprise. Especially considering that most of the natives you had crossed paths with so far, didn't seem to have good dental hygiene. He tossed his cigarette at the ground and stepped on it.

"What's your name, chica?"

"(Y/N), why?" You snorted and he released your hand to pull his shirt over his head, revealing the sheets of abs sitting on his toned stomach. His eyes met yours, now hunched over to untie his boots, still holding your gaze.

"So, I can put a name to the person I am crushing on." You smiled so wide, the muscles in your face stung just a little bit, blush creeping up your neck. The blush only reddened further to a point that it was greatly noticed under the shade of the tree, when he unbuckled his pants, a pair of boxers sitting underneath. He stood and closed your jaw shut teasingly, drawing your attention back to his face. "You think this is bad? You're lucky I decided to wear underwear today." He joked, but you weren't sure if he was really joking. Together, the two of you ran, and jumped off the small rock into the waters below.

That night you sat beside Vaas by the fire, much to the distaste of your peers, but you liked Vaas's company more than you could explain. There was definitely something about him, without question, something special, you thought. He pointed out the stars to you in his native tongue, as the both of you strayed from the group along the beach. Your bare feet shuffling in the sand along his bigger boot prints, your hand wrapped around his forearm. You were slightly drunk, but that didn't make his words any less clearer or fascinating. You gripped onto his muscles, grasping more for his touch and warmth as the chilly winds blew through from the shore.

"And that, that one right there, do you see?" In your drunken haze, you thought that standing up on your tip toes would make you see the tiny glowing dot better. Instead, you fell forward into Vaas's arms, he took advantage, nudging his nose against your temple. "I might just name that one after you? Huh?" You laughed, and wrapped your arms under his armpits, nose sniffing at the red tank. It smelled, oddly, of a mix between copper and earth and sweat.

"Can you do that? Name a star after me?" You finally found balance as your hands propped themselves on the creases of Vaas's arms, meeting his steely gaze.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want on my island."

"Your island? Really?" You poked at his chest, feeling his pec tense under the jabbing of your pointer finger. "You are the king here, then?" You were simply playing along, figuring this was just some fantasy world that Vaas had created for himself, that he was introducing you to.

"I am, you think I am joking?" His expression turned stern and serious, eyebrow raised slightly, and his fingers came up to caress your cheek.

"I don't know..." You smiled like a fool, "But if you aren't I am glad you trust my friends and I enough to share it with us." You stumbled back, and twirled around, the wind pushing against your clothes, the stars suiting your natural glow. "Your beautiful, fantastic island." You fell back, giggling over the sound of the thrashing waves and roaring winds. He came up beside you, staring down at you, in this darkness, at this distance, his face was unreadable. He then crouched down beside you, and laid down, arm propping up his head as he gazed down at you.

"And tomorrow you will leave my island?" You turned over, the both of you on your sides, facing one another. You grabbed the green gem of his necklace, fiddled with it as you shyly made eye contact with him.

"I will," You sighed. "But can I tell you a secret?" You closed the short space between your lips, and Vaas reeled back in shock for a moment as you sought his kiss. When you drew away, nervous to see his reaction, you found he was in awe. "I don't want to though." He cupped your cheek, and scooted closer, sand bunching up between your bodies. He tilted his forehead down to press to your own and he smiled. "I wish I could stay here forever." Vaas snorted, fingers trailing down to just under your chin, where he gripped it gently and brought your lips up to meet his.

"Be careful what you wish for, mi sol. You might not like what you recieve." That next day you woke up to a thundering headache and an empty indent in the sand beside you. The sounds of the waves had almost lulled you back into bliss, if it hadn't been for the sounds of screams and shouts in the distance. Your eyes fluttered open and you sat up, the blurry vision subsided to reveal seven specks of black along the white sand, where your friends had set up camp the night before. You immediately jumped to your feet, sprinting as fast as you can, despite the hungover nausea that took you. When you approached, you could finally see your four friends being held at gunpoint, and three men dressed in red, one of them Vaas.

"(Y/N)! Run!" Hunter shouted, protecting Brittany as she clutched behind him. “Get HELP!!! GO!” You ignored them and went straight to Vaas, one of the men almost grabbing you if Vaas hadn't gotten to you first. He pulled you to the side, over the screams and cries of your friends, past the demands of the two gun totting men.

"Vaas, what's going on?! What are you doing?!" You breathed out shakily, adrenaline running through you. He cupped your cheeks and sent you an eerie smile.

"Oh sweet hermosa, I am a pirate lord. This is what I do. I pull stupid Americans onto this island, like your friends, and I ransom them and sell them. It's that simple." He chuckled, turning to get back to what he was doing, as if you weren't with them, as if you had come to the island of your own volition, like you were a separate entity. You gripped his hand and yanked him back to face you, albeit with some struggle.

"But you won't with them, right? You won't." Tears of panic started to slide down your cheeks, uncontrollable, Vaas returned to you, still smirking. His thumbs brushing away the tears on your cheeks, and his smile fell dramatically into a serious glare.

"It's okay, Hermosa. You're safe with me. I am granting you your wish." And he turned away, like you weren't clinging to him like he was your last breath.

"Stop! Wait!" You could see he was getting agitated as he swung back to face you, gripping your shoulders in a vice grip.

"What is it?! What the fuck?!"

"If you do this, I won't forgive you." You said, with more courage than you thought you could muster, with such fierce stubborn determination that you thought Vaas would kill you. He was silent, lips shut tight as he considered whether you were being truthful or not. The sounds of your friends screams intensified and you glanced over to find that one of the men had thrown Ellie to the ground on her face. "Please." Your voice cracked as you begged, lowering your head and closing your eyes in some odd form of prayer, "Please, with all my heart. I won't ever say no, I won't ever reject you, I won't ever leave you, just please." The words came out so naturally, but with such frantic abandon. His silence was borderline deadly, until his grip on your shoulders slackened.

"I won't let them go. They know too much." He said plainly, his hand gripped your chin, raising your eyes to level with his own, yet again.

"WE WON'T SAY ANYTHING!!!" One of them screamed, as those light hazel eyes pierced your soul.

"If you swear to me these things, I will keep them safe and maybe..." You felt relief come over you, because you would gladly do anything for your friends, even swear on the things you told Vaas. "Maybe..." He emphasized, with a strict finger now tapping your nose in playful jest. "We can work something out to set them free." You nodded your head, jumped up into his arms, wrapping them around his neck.

"I swear," You whispered in his ear. "I swear on my star."

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kokobop-fire · 3 years

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Mood Swings {Kim SeokJin}

Note:I really want to thank all the people who read my stories; I know I have to edit them a lot, but knowing that there are people who like my stories fills me with happiness, Thank you.

Ps: it is the first time that I write smut. Most likely, I will delete it and upload a version without smut

Baby Shower

When you began your fifth month was when your hormonal changes started. One moment you were happy, and the next, you were crying. Jin was putting up with you like a champion, but there were times when he felt scared to be around you.

You were at work lunch with some colleagues when another episode entered you.

"This is the tenth time I have gone to the bathroom since we arrived," you commented, frustrated.

"Yes, and this is the tenth time you have told us since we arrived," laughed Suyin, one of the five people who decided to invite themselves to your lunch.

You were in a bad mood because of your endless need to go to the bathroom, but what bothered you the most was that you would have a welcome lunch with Jin, who was in Japan giving a concert. You couldn't go with him anymore because your stupid coworkers decided to accompany you.

"Oh, sorry, it must be annoying listening to me," you laughed sarcastically as you felt your eyes fill with tears "it is easier to have the baby play with your bladder."

You started crying loudly, causing several people to look at you "Im so done being pregnant, I'm only five months in, and I can't sleep anymore, the hormonal changes and the nausea won't go away, and the only happiness I can have is a stupid cup of coffee that of course has to be decaf".

It only remains to say that after that day, the people in your office avoided you at all costs.

Your second attack was against Jin and the boys. Later that day, you arrived exhausted from work; you just wanted to take off your heels and sleep in the arms of your boyfriend, but the case you were working on was hard, and every day that passed became more complicated because of what you had than taking your work home.

What you didn't plan on was finding your apartment in a mess and the guys playing video games in the middle of the mess like nothing was wrong around them.

At first, you tried to ignore it by hiding in the kitchen to finish, but the kitchen was also a mess, and the screams of the boys were throwing you out of focus, and the noise of the video game was driving you crazy.

You marched out of the kitchen, anger consuming your body; you turned off the television earning some shouts from the boys, "I've had a shitty day and the only peace of mind I expected to find in my house, which you took care of ruining, you have 10 minutes to leave this place impeccable and what does not live here disappear".

When you finished speaking, your voice broke, and you felt tears run down your face; the boys on their faces had a mixture of surprise and fear; you left the room and locked yourself in the bathroom of your room, a bath with cold water was what did you need.

Half an hour later, you came out of the bathroom, feeling like new, you may have exaggerated, most likely the guys after their trip just wanted to relax, you wrapped yourself in a towel and went looking for Jin to apologize.

You found him in the kitchen finishing drying some dishes, you left the towel completely naked, you approached in silence, you rested your head on his back, and your little belly was pressed slightly with his lower back, you kissed him on the back. "I'm very sorry, Jin, I didn't want to snap like that, but these hormonal changes are affecting me too much."

Jin ignored you, while he continued drying, you sighed before directing your hand towards his button, you played lightly with the button before unzipping it, your fingers went into his pants, your finger rubbing against the outline of his semi-hard dick, Jin groaned his breath shaking a little

You tugged his pants down carefully, his boxers following; you started to move your hand, jerking him off before Jin took your hand, turning around. You watched his dick; he was already fully erect, the tip red and precum seeping from the slit, your mouth water at the image.

Jin pulls you into a kiss, licking your lips with his tongue; you groaned, giving him space to put his tongue in your mouth, you pressed your chest against his chest, Jin's hands running over your body before stopping on your butt and give you a firm spanking, you could already feel your juices run down your inner thighs.

He separated himself by taking you by the waist, he placed you on the island counter in the kitchen, he settles himself between your legs, his lips trailed down your jaw, nibbling at your neck, his fingers disappeared between your legs "Look how wet you are."

You whined when his fingers found your clit and began to massage them into little figures of 8 "Honestly, I've been like this since I went to work this morning and I saw pictures of you from last night's concert, how sexy you looked"

Jin Groaned when he heard your words; you kissed him before getting off the table and getting on your knees.

You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, your tongue lapping at the salty-sweet of his precum; Jin moaned loudly, he could see your smile, your tongue running along the vein on the underside of his dick and your hand pumping the rest of his dick that couldn't fit in your mouth.

The slurping sound of your mouth drownd a little jins moans, you pull away just enough to suck the head, Jin fingers tangled in your hair, helping your head bob against him.

"Oh God (Y/N)" he whined under his breath, your hand around his base slid down to his balls, Your bobbing was quick, cheeks hollowed for extra pleasure, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat, Jin Moan at the feeling "You Feel amazing, I miss this so much... Just like that baby".

Yo moan at the nickname his hand make his way down to your breast his thumb playing with your nipple "Your mouth feels amazing but is not as amazing and tight like your pussy”

You let a loud squeal when jin push you back and pull you back in your feet. You almost feel when he spun you around, Moaning loudly when your nipple hit the cold surface of the marble table; he uses his feet to push your legs apart, he starts to slide his dick in between your folds.

Sliding in slowly at first, his hips slamming into you the second he bottomed out. You moaned his name, resting your forehead on the kitchen table, nails clawing at it with pleasure. The tip of his cock hit your sweet spot with every thrust, His dick pistoned inside you at high speed, your boyfriend never resting. The angle he had you at allowed him to hit hard and deep, finding spots you didn't know existed until now.

You scream. Jin smiles at the sound of your moans; he slaps your ass to earn a louder cry. "Fuck, I miss this so much," He complied, the moans getting louder.

Using one hand to rub your clit in vicious circles, trying to draw yourself to the edge faster. Your ass pressed back against his at a rhythmic pace, matching the thrusts he made into you.

Your chest heaved with heavy pants; Jin thrust growing noticeably sloppy. He tugged your hair hard enough to make you lean back against his heaving chest, his arms wrapping around your waist and resting in your growing belly. His lips found your neck, peppering it with light kisses, keeping his thrusts going. "I love you," he whispered into your ear, letting out a grunt, no longer able to hold back.

His cock twitched inside you, intense pulses against your walls as he came, strings of his white, sticky seed spilling into you. You mewled at the feeling, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together against your stomach. The feeling of his seed seeping into you warm your body, incinerating the knot inside you instantly. You mewled his name quietly, leaning back against his shoulder, his forehead resting on yours so he could ride out your highs.

He stayed inside for a moment while catching my breath "If this is how your Mood Swings are going to be, they don't bother me at all."

You laughed at his words, "Ready for round two?"

"God, I miss you so much."

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jaskiersvalley · 3 years

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Oh gosh the omorashi fic it's amazing!!!! Please please please could you do the reverse with Geralt this time. Smut, omorashi and a dash of hurt/comfort is da best. Thx

After a bit of a break from prompts, I am back to slowly trying to clear my askbox (104 prompts. Surely I can manage that....right?). What better prompt to start with than some omo? Under a cut for some naughty content!

Control was the one thing Geralt clung to. When nothing else in his life was going as desired, when destiny was bending him over a barrel and making his its bitch, Geralt tried to seize whatever control he could. Even the smallest of things; what he ate, what he wore, what contracts he took, what he did with his body. Every scrap of control he could, he took and and guarded it fiercely.

Enter Jaskier. He didn’t much care beyond having a good time. If something didn’t go to plan, he wasn’t really put out by it, content to roll with the hand being dealt and reaping the benefits of the unknown. In short, he was much for the happy go lucky kind than Geralt. That wasn’t to say he didn’t like control or understand the need of it. But on the back of that, he also understood the importance of giving up control, even if for just a little while. To hand over the reins to someone trusted and safe. It really did do wonders for the soul. If only Geralt could learn that and trust him.

An opportunity came sooner than expected. It wasn’t even a contract gone wrong. Of all the things to fell a witcher, it was a sneeze. Jaskier saw it happen, otherwise he would have never believed it. One minute Geralt was brushing down Roach, the next he was stifling a sneeze. Whoever thought it a good idea to silence and suppress an almighty witcher sneeze was an idiot. Thus, Geralt was an idiot. His whole body jerked with the sneeze and then froze. Now Jaskier had seen Geralt freeze before for several reasons and he could say, hand on heart that this was the frozen in pain kind of motionlessness. After a couple of long seconds of careful, measured breaths, Geralt seemed to gingerly keep moving. That just wouldn’t do.

“What hurts?” Jaskier called over the stall door.

“Nothing.” A grunted huff of a single word. So obviously something hurt. Rather than argue, Jaskier moved into the stall and watched as Geralt moved. It wasn’t as fluid as usual and his jaw was clenched shut.

“So much of a nothing that it looks like you’re a constipated goose.” When Geralt ignored him, Jaskier made an executive decision and ran a hand down a muscled back. It earned him a silent shudder and not of the good kind. “Now, you’re going to put your brush aside and you’re going to come back to the tavern with me for another night at least.”

The stubborn set of Geralt’s back and jaw had Jaskier pressing down on tight muscles again and getting a pained grunt. Point proven, he plucked the brush from Geralt’s hand and put it to the side. It was all too easy to slip his hand against warm, broad palm and lead Geralt back to the tavern, hand in hand.

“There. Now, let me take care of you. I’m going to strip your shirt off.”

His words were met with resistance, Geralt doing his best to stay in control. It didn’t work though, short of ripping his shirt off, he was stuck. Clucking his tongue, Jaskier stepped forward and eased the idiot out of his shirt.

“Good. I want you to drink. We have to make sure you’re not dehydrated.”

Water skein pressed into Geralt’s hand, he drank rather than argue. It was nice, Jaskier mused, how he knew what battles to pick. When it looked like Geralt would pull away from the skein before it was empty, Jaskier used a hand to tip it back towards his lips.

“All of it darling. I’m looking after you.”

Only when the empty container was passed back to him did Jaskier put it to the side and grabbed some chamomile oil. Guiding Geralt to his front, Jaskier began to massage lightly at the solid wall of muscle before him. Starting off lightly, he assessed the situation, weighed up where the sore bits were.

The thing about massages was that they often elicited a very natural but potentially very embarrassing response. Thankfully, Geralt and Jaskier were far beyond the point of it being anything but a welcome aspect. Sure enough, as Jaskier worked on easing the knots, Geralt began rolling his hips, surreptitiously at first but then without any shame.

“Turn over,” Jaskier purred. His hands were glistening with oil and he gleefully set about rubbing over Geralt’s chest. “I think you should drink a bit more.”

Grumbling at being told what to do, Geralt got up onto his elbow and took another offered drink.

“Need to piss.”

“It’s okay, we’ll take care of that soon. Let me do this for you first.” Once again, Jaskier helped tip the water towards Geralt and he smiled as it was emptied. “So good for me.”

The massage continued and Jaskier spent some happy minutes on the meat of Geralt’s shoulders and biceps. There was something so lovely about having such muscle mass under his hands. Especially when Geralt was rocking up, seeking friction against his trapped, half hard cock. Though the hip rolls became squirms and Geralt’s brows furrowed.

“Jask, need a leak.”

“In a minute. Let me be in charge for a little longer.” He needed Geralt to let go, to give up all his control and float. To let Jaskier worry about everything for a while. Slowly, Jaskier slipped his hands down Geralt’s chest, over his stomach and down to where his bladder had filled out quite nicely. Two whole water skeins was no doubt going to affect anyone, even a witcher. Sure enough, as he pressed down lightly, a small little whine left Geralt. It didn’t deter Jaskier and he pushed his palm against Geralt’s full bladder every now and then before flitting to his sides and thighs.

With each passing minute, Geralt’s squirms got more and more pronounced. And each press of Jaskier’s hand earned a more desperate little noise. It had wilted Geralt’s erection but Jaskier knew it wouldn’t take much to change that.

“Jask.” The desperation in Geralt’s voice was one that had Jaskier shivering in delight. “Please.”

“Let go for me darling. I’ve got you.”

Geralt shook his head, face scrunched up. In retaliation, Jaskier pressed on his bladder more firmly and listened to the half moaned gasp. A tiny wet patch appeared on Geralt’s trousers.

“That’s it darling. You’re so good. Let go for me.” The darker patch grew a little more as Geralt whined. “Please baby. I want to take care of you.”

A moan of defeat as Jaskier pressed down again and the darkness spread. If Jaskier listened, he could hear the stream of piss as it hit the inside of Geralt’s trousers. It was everything he wanted, looking at the blissful relief on Geralt’s face, coupled with his soft sighs and moan, Jaskier was happy. As the stream slowed, he kept pressure on Geralt’s bladder while the other moved to massage over his chest.

“So perfect for me. All this just for me. Thank you my starlight.” It didn’t take more than a few teasing scrapes and pinches to Geralt’s nipples before his cock was filling out again. Moving from pressing on his bladder, Jaskier worked the ties of the trousers open and slipped a hand inside. It was still warm and wet, Geralt’s cock slick with piss. Soon, it would become even more of a mess.

It really didn’t take much work, Jaskier’s hand working over Geralt’s cock while the other hand stayed playing with his chest. Praise dripped easily from his lips and, soon enough, Geralt was arching under his hands with a moan.

Pulling his hand free, Jaskier cheerily wiped it on Geralt’s thigh. They were going to need to wash the trousers anyway.

“You are beautiful. Just stay and catch your breath while I call for a nice warm bath. Your back will definitely thank me for it.”

A few short minutes later, he was back, order of a bath and clean sheets plus mattress put in with the innkeeper. Thankfully, there were no questions asked about why a new one was needed. People knew better than to question a witcher and his companion. Holding Geralt close, Jaskier smiled. Maybe he should have Geralt let go completely more often.

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #Jaskier #hurt/comfort #massage #cw: omorashi #tldr: jaskier has geralt let go completely

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babbushka · 4 years

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Each Eye (5/8)

Kylo was the most feared boss in the entirety of New York City. They said that the crime families were no more, that they had disappeared with the end of an era. You knew it wasn’t true, you saw first hand. The families didn’t disappear, they simply went underground, adapted.

Lucky for you, your man, and your family, no one could ever get rid of crime. Not really.

Mob Boss!Kylo x Reader

Word count: 7.5k Warnings: N*FW, mentions of violence/murder

Also available on AO3!

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It’s dark, when Kylo woke you.

Five o’clock on the dot, as he did every day, with a bit of grumbling and a lot of coaxing. He woke you even though you’re on the verge of waking up yourself, your internal clock so used to his schedule after all these years. Still, he took the task at hand seriously, kissed up your body tenderly, far too tenderly for a man so callous, so harsh, so rough.

Your skin bloomed with shivers and shudders of intimacy as he slowly slipped the covers away from your body, as he caressed your feet to press kisses to the ankles there, kissed up your calves and smoothed his large warm hands over your hips. His tongue dipped into your navel and you smiled, eyes still shut, reveling in the attention. He continued upwards, nuzzled his face in your cleavage, nipped gently at your sternum, before he laved his tongue over your jugular, teeth too sharp in the best way.

You’re not the only ones awake, not this early, if the sounds of traffic far away were any evidence. The city that never sleeps, they called it, Manhattan. In the dark of the room, you can’t see much when you finally blinked awake, not until your eyes adjusted. Even then it’s just the soft outlines of things, of your husband as he crowded you underneath him, morning wood pressing hard against your stomach.

“Please?” He asked breathlessly, always asked, always wanted to make sure you want him.

“Come here.” You said as you opened your arms to him, looped them around his neck to encourage him to settle in close. You always wanted him, always, even though your breath was sour from sleep. You tangled a hand into his knotted hair and kissed him with a, “’Morning.”

“Mhm.” He humed, kissed you back, because he knew today is going to be a stressful day and he’s not in the mood to really be vocal about anything, at least not until after he comes.

Your sleepy smile dropped into a slack-jawed o as he dipped a hand down to your pussy and slipped two fingers in, pressing your hips back down into the mattress with his own. He fingered you only for a little while, only to get you dripping wet for him, only to get the sounds of your slick being pushed around loud enough that you could barely hear the traffic outside. He’s slow and methodical, like with everything else he did when he has the frame of mind to do it right – and you’re moaning and whining within minutes from the steady rhythm he builds.

“You’re so good, so good to me.” You praised him as you brushed his hair away from his handsome face, kissed the side of his nose and let him lick into your mouth in return, and that’s the last straw.

When he’s decided he can’t wait any longer, he withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean, humming around the taste of you as his cock rubbed between your folds, getting him wet, lubricating his dick so it slid in with no problem. He’s too tall, and he frowned when he tried to figure out a way to fuck you and kiss you at the same time. Your head only really came up to his collarbones, and he’s a little too rough with the way he grabbed at your jaw, hand nearly encompassing your whole face as he stretched you like a taut wire underneath him to reach your lips.

“Kylo,” you warned, and he nodded in apology, grunted as his hips roll against yours.

“M’sorry.” He panted, his grip on your jaw fluttering as his hands shook from the pleasure he got as he fucked you.

You smiled and moaned into his mouth anyway, not really angry with him, not with the way his cock thrusted all the way inside you, filled you so fully. Sometimes when he’s in the mood to talk in more than one-word sentences he’s a babbling mess, sweet nothings of the filthiest kind, things like how you’re made to take his cock, made just for him, him and only him.

And even though he didn’t speak then, the only noises coming from him are the grunts deep in his chest and the gasps when you clench around him, you could almost hear the rush of his thoughts as the fingers on your jaw digged deeper.

“Oh – honey – yes!” Your toes curled as he picked up the pace, desperate for you.

He doesn’t usually last too long in the mornings, usually only fucks you because he’s addicted to the way you make him feel, addicted to the way he makes you feel. His speed had you bouncing on the bed, the mattress creaking and groaning even though it’s made from the most sturdy materials – he’s just that strong, doesn’t know his own strength half the time, when he’s this wrapped up in the feeling of your hot cunt around his cock.

He built up a sweat, you could feel it on his back as your hands slipped and slid over them, your body curling around his, legs wrapping around his hips as you try and gain purchase, try and get closer. Sometimes you wish you had a mirror on the ceiling or something, just a way to watch him as he moves. It’s intoxicating, the feeling of his muscles spending all their energy into punching out moans from your throat, all that strength that’s killed and crushed and maimed being directed directly into you.

You pressed your hips upwards, planted your feet down on the mattress and pushed them up enough to give him more leverage, and the two of you nearly smacked foreheads together when his cock dragged perfectly against your gspot, making your eyes fly open and your cunt clench down hard around him.

“Ffffuck,” He clamped his teeth down on your shoulder, drew the word out long and low, and pride filled your chest, electrified every nerve in your body as his hand slid to your lower back to hold you in place as he railed you.

“Please, please Kylo I’m close.” You begged, and his face pinched up tight from where it’s buried in your throat, biting at your skin. You could feel the way his nose was scrunched up, and your flesh muffled his moans, the vibration going straight through you, right to your clit.

And then it’s not just the vibrations, it’s his big fucking thumb zig-zagging across it, and you came with his cock milking your gspot and his fingers toying with your clit and his teeth on your pulse and you can’t help but let tears slip out from your shut eyes because it’s so so so good.

You went pliant for him, as little shocks of pleasure thrilled through you, made your toes curl and your back arch before melting into a puddle beneath him. He fucked you through your orgasm and you saw stars in the dark, white hot splotches in the air. When he came it’s almost a blessing, just shy of being too oversensitive.

His hips still flush against yours, and you could feel his come spreading up into you, could feel the twitch of his dick as he kept himself buried. He’s panting, and sweat was dripping from his nose, from the ends of his hair, and it’s all you could do to hold him close as he collapsed down on top of you.

You stayed like that for some time, until it’s nearly six in the morning and the sun began to peek up over the city skyline, and the traffic grew louder and your sweat grew itchy.

His breath evened out eventually, and wordlessly he took your hand and hauled you up out of bed, in the direction of the bathroom before you could even begin to complain about your bladder being full. You smiled, let yourself be led.

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Later, when the two of you were dressed and sitting in the big grey living room, you looked at him. He was sat on the couch and you were between his legs on the floor, tying up the laces of his expensive shiny shoes. He was more than capable of doing it himself, you knew that, but you liked to do small things like this for him. Especially when the day was going to be rough.

“You know we have to go talk to Hux today, right?” You asked, and he lit up a cigarette right then and there, a gesture which made you chuckle to yourself despite the circumstance.

He knew, of course he did, that was why he was in such a bad mood, but it had to happen and soon. The longer you waited, the longer Kylo didn’t react, the worse it would get. And really, there had already been one attempt on your life – it couldn’t get much worse.

“Do you want me to set it up? I can call Gwen, she’ll tell him and get back to me.” You asked, resting your cheek on his knee.

He sucked down the nicotine and exhaled dramatically through his nose as a response, and you hummed, planted a kiss to his knee and stood up from your spot between his legs.

He stood up too, followed you from the couch to the kitchen island where your phone was resting, and wrapped himself around you as you hit the speed-dial for your cousin.

Gwen was good about answering her phone. She never usually let it go past two rings, no matter who you were. Kylo was the complete opposite, hating when people called him and preferred text messages if he could get away with it. He liked having records of conversations when he could, as proof if he ever needed any.

Kylo’s got his big nose pressed right into your cheek, so you put your cousin on speaker as soon as she answered.

“What the fuck did you do on Monday?” Gwen greeted you, your whole family nothing but blunt, apparently.

“Good morning Gwendoline my dear.” You replied cheekily, letting her sigh crackle through the phone for a moment before asking, “Are you with her right now?”

“No, I’m at my place.” She said, and you hummed, pleased with that information.

“We need to talk, about a lot of things.” You prompted, and through the phone you and Kylo could hear sounds of cooking in background, Gwen no doubt making breakfast. She was just as much of an early riser as the two of you were it would seem.

“Alright, thing number one?” She asked, aggravated in that way that Gwen always seemed to be aggravated.

“Can you set up a meeting with Hux? At your place, preferably?” You answered her question with a question of your own, and even Kylo grumbled into your cheek at the prospect of having to deal with him today.

“You want him coming to Midtown?” Gwen was incredulous, and she had every right to be, considering the situation, but the situation at hand was getting out of hand and you were getting tired of it.

“Yeah, tell him it’s in his best interest.” You said, your free hand coming up to comb through Kylo’s freshly blow-dried hair where he was nuzzling into your neck.

“You’re not giving it to him, are you?” You could positively envision Gwen’s blonde eyebrows shooting up in surprise, making you chuckle just the smallest bit.

“No, but we’re going to start killing more of his people if he doesn’t show up.” You said, and she groaned loudly on the other end of the line.

“What the fuck happened?” She complained loudly over the sound of something sizzling on the stove.

“I’ll explain it when we’re there. Can you get the meeting?” You asked, growing impatient.

“I can get the meeting. He owes me anyway.” Gwen replied right away, and you appreciated the seriousness in her voice, no longer playing. “What time do you want?”

“As early as possible, thank you Gwen.” You smiled brightly, glad that this would work out – at least, you hoped it would.

“Wait,” Gwen said when you were just about to say goodbye, “What’s the next thing?”

“We’re going to come over early so I can talk to you in person, okay?” You sighed, thinking about exactly what happened yesterday.

“I can get Hux here at…” She trailed off, no doubt leaning over to look at the clock that she kept above the entryway to the kitchen, “Ten o’clock. Be here at nine?”

“See you at nine.” You affirmed.

With that, the line went dead and you let your phone rest back on the counter of the island. All those sounds of cooking had your stomach rumbling something fierce, and you turned to place a gentle smooch to Kylo’s chin, knowing he was no doubt just as hungry. Sex built up an appetite after all.

“Breakfast?” You asked, and though he didn’t smile, he did nod, and that was going to have to be enough for the moment.

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When your stomachs were full and Kylo was in a slightly better mood – hanger was such a bitch, you thought to yourself with a slight smile – you and your husband found yourselves in the backseat of one of the cars, Dopheld weaving expertly in and out of traffic on the way to Gwen’s apartment.

Kylo checked his watch, his jaw working as he stared out the window, his hand hot on your thigh. He had decided to wear one of his nicer suits, black as night that showed off all his angles and muscles in a very refined manner. You leaned your head on his shoulder, careful not to jostle the guns that were hidden away in his suspender holster, and covered his hand with your own.

He wasn’t in the mood for talking, and that was okay. The traffic wasn’t terrible for this time of morning, thankfully. Rush hour never went away, but on your way to the Plaza for whatever reason it wasn’t so congested – a small thing to be grateful for, but you were grateful nonetheless.

The Plaza’s condo apartments were truly something to behold, you couldn’t help but think as Dopheld pulled up to the front entryway and a valet opened the door for you. When you and Kylo first began looking for places to live, this building had been high up on your list but they didn’t have any units available at the top, and you had so badly wanted a penthouse.

Now that Gwen lived here though, you were always eager to visit, the gorgeous French style something that you had always been a fan of.

Kylo tipped the valet nicely, his arm sliding around your waist as the two of you walked through the front doors and over to the reception desk.

“Mr. and Mrs. Ren, a pleasure.” The security guard at the desk stood to greet you.

“Thank you Norman.” You smiled warmly at him.

He had been the security guard for this building for almost twenty years, and you never once saw him without a genuine smile on his face. He knew very little about you or your family, only that Gwen must be important if she could afford to buy a condo outright, must be wealthy enough. He didn’t have any inkling of mob activity, but he was always more than happy to give you whatever information you wanted, simply by virtue of you and your cousin being kind to him. Too many people thought themselves above speaking to the door man or the security guard, but not you.

“Could you please phone up to my cousin and let her know we’re here?” You asked, not wanting to catch Gwen by surprise, even if you were supposed to meet in exactly five minutes.

“Yes ma’am, of course ma’am.” Norman said, already picking up the phone to begin dialing her extension.

“Oh Norman?” You asked, trying your best to be nonchalant, “Has anyone else come to see my cousin today?”

“No ma’am, not even covertly.” Norman only winked at you, holding the phone up to his ear.

“Thank you.” You mouthed, as Kylo steered you in the direction of the elevators.

It’s tense, in the elevator. The gold doors had opened up for you and your husband with no one inside, and for that you were thankful, and now it’s just you and Kylo leaning up against the dark wood wall. You looked up at the numbers as they ticked by, Kylo still as a statue by your side. You knew he’s in a bad mood, and you took a deep breath, let your eyes close as the music that played softly over the speakers washed over you. You knew Kylo’s not listening, he’s got a million thoughts running through his head, and he should.

He should but,

“It’s going to be fine.” You said, eyes still closed, letting yourself feel the rush of the elevator as it took you higher and higher.

Beside you, Kylo took a half-step closer to you, the hand on your hip tightening just slightly. He pulled you flush against him in these small motions, as if you maybe wouldn’t notice if he did it slowly instead of all at once. In the reflection of the ornate mirror, you peeked an eye open to see his deep scowl.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, a long one, right on one of his beauty marks which you so adored.

“I know.” He replied eventually, although his grip on you is still tight.

“He’s not going to pull any stunts, not here.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, looked at the pair of you in the reflection of the mirror, gave him a small smile to try and lighten the mood by saying, “Gwen’ll kill him.”

His scowl only deepened at that, and he ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up in his own frustration.

“Not if I kill him first.” He said, voice deep deep deep. The baritone of it resonated through the small elevator, bounced around the wood and the mirrors and all the gold, landed straight into your chest.

“Be good.” You hummed.

“After what happened yesterday – ” He started but you gave him a quirked brow and he let out a harsh breath of aggravation through his nose.

“Because of what happened yesterday, I’m the one in the hot seat.” You reminded him, the blood being on your hands this time, for the first time in a while.

“I’m going to fucking kill him, (Y/N) I don’t give a shit.” Kylo replied anyway, and you only hummed again, thoughtful.

“I know.” You said, because you did, everyone did, “But we have to at least try.”

“Why?” He didn’t like that, and sometimes you get reminded of his explosive temper, sometimes you get reminded of exactly why he was an attack dog for so many years, why he did all the dirty work. There’s a flash of danger in his eyes, one that you found yourself so drawn to, especially because you knew it’s all for you.

You could tell he’s itching to grab his guns out of their holsters right away, wanted to have both in his hands to spray Hux with bullets the moment he walked through the door. But that would cause a scene, and you thought to yourself that if anyone was going to cause a scene, it wasn’t going to be you.

“Because I said so.” You settled on, and he acquiesced with a clench of his jaw. “This isn’t the eighties honey, we can’t just go around blowing people’s guts out left and right. Certainly not on my cousin’s brand new, ten thousand dollar couch. You can kill him after we’ve talked to him.”

“If this were the eighties, he would have been taken care of a week ago.” He mumbled to himself, making you smile gently, thankful for his ability to just do what you tell him.

You moved to stand fully in front of him, smiled wider at the way his hands wrapped around your middle, as he collected you in his arms. You kissed him, careful to not smudge your lipstick. It wouldn’t do to look unkempt in the meeting, and you knew that if this goes well, you’ll let him do whatever he wants to you back at home.

You’d let him do whatever he wanted either way, you laugh to yourself, no matter which way this thing turns out. You just hoped it would go smoother than the dinner.

For now, he licked into your mouth and you could practically feel his shoulders loosening up their tension, as the elevator came to a slowed stop.

“I’m not saying you can’t kill him. All I’m saying is we need to talk to him first.” You whispered, as the bell dinged and the doors slid open, “I won’t stop a war from happening but I’m also not going to be the one to start it.”

He chewed his cheek at that, nodded once before asking for another kiss with a tip of your chin. You give it to him, a chaste little something that had him pliant and warm in your hands.

The walk from the elevator to Gwen’s apartment wasn’t far or eventful, the two of you hand in hand, stepping together in time. A quick knock to the front door had you face to face with your other cousin, Gwen’s younger brother who you hadn’t seen in ages.

“David!” You don’t hold back your excitement as you hug your cousin, “I didn’t know you were back, when did you get out?”

“Yesterday.” He replied, quickly detangling your arms from around him so Kylo wouldn’t throw a fit, and offering a hand to your husband for a firm shake.

Kylo took it with a nod of his head, still not in the mood to speak.

“And already back to work huh?” You grinned. What a surprise to see him! You were glad for this small bright spot of good news.

“You know pop, he likes keeping me out of trouble.” David shrugged sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah that worked so well the last time.” You rolled your eyes teasingly, making him only laugh.

David had slipped up accidentally and gotten himself arrested for resisting arrest and possession of an un-licensed weapon. That had given the family such a fucking headache that your uncle was this close to not even bothering to bail his own son out, just between the bullshit and the questioning and the searches. But clearly your uncle was all talk when it came to his family, because there David was, opening the front door wide enough that you and Kylo could step through the threshold and make yourselves comfortable.

“She’s in the living room.” He informed the two of you, and you gave his shoulder a light pat, truly glad to see him once again.

Gwen was looking exceptionally sharp from where she was standing entirely too dramatically, looking out the big windows of the living room. She was always one prone for a more understated sort of style, crisp clean pantsuits in white with silver accents, not like the dark and theatrical red and black that the Rens favored.

She turned to say something, probably some spiel she had prepared about calling last minute to set up meetings with weasels, but you only put your purse down on the coffee table and sat down on the soft white couch she had just gotten delivered the week prior.

“I’m going to cut right to the chase, because we only have so much time.” You said before she could even really open her mouth, “Roisin’s dead.”

Whatever her speech was going to be died on her tongue immediately at that, and her eyebrows did shoot up then, her arms dropping from where they had been crossed across her chest.

“Oh shit.” She said, making you nod.

“I killed her.” You continued.

“Oh, shit.” Gwen took a few steps towards the couch, her jaw dropping at the news.

“Because she was sent to kill me.” You finished with a sigh, settling your back against the throw pillows.

“Oh shit!” Gwen sat herself down on the armchair opposite from where you were, blue eyes wide and absolutely shocked when she gasped, “(Y/N), do you know what this means?”

“No, do tell.” You rolled your eyes – of course you knew what it meant. You weren’t pleased about it, not one bit.

“And we just got them off our fucking backs, why would he do this?” Gwen groaned, ran her hand through her pixie cut in a manner that reminded you of your husband, who had taken it upon himself to stand behind you like an imposing monolith all in black.

“Someone’s been framing us for murders – we had the cops at the apartment on Sunday.” You said, and Gwen groaned, realizing that this meeting was going to be much more of a headache than she had already anticipated.

“What kind of bullshit week has this even been?” She grumbled into her palm as she tried to recover from being so stunned.

“When it rains it pours.” Your husband spoke up finally, making you look up at him with a smile, glad to see he was going to be, at the very least, cooperative.

Sometimes in meetings he didn’t utter a single word, just smoked his cigarette and glared, let you do all the talking. But you supposed he knew that this one would be involved, and you were glad to hear his baritone as he leaned down to brace himself on the back of the couch, kissing your cheek.

“Hi Kylo.” Gwen had been so wrapped up in the sudden news that she had forgotten to greet him, but it was all fine. Kylo wouldn’t dare hurt your cousin, not with the two of you being so close.

“Thanks for setting this up.” He said, his hand smoothing up your neck from behind you, caressing your chin as you kept just looking up at him.

He was funny looking from that view, upside down the way his mouth moved had you chuckling to yourself, you had a great view up his nose and was pleased to find it was squeaky clean.

“If you’re here to paint my house red I’m going to be pissed.” Gwen said, although she tried to say it playfully enough that it wouldn’t come across as being entirely accusatory.

“We really are just here to talk.” You tried to reassure her, but she only scoffed.

“Lately these talks have been getting more and more…aggressive.” Gwen stood from the couch and walked over to the little bar cart, poured herself just a glass of seltzer water. She had the old fashioned kind that you had to press down the pump on to carbonate the water, and you always thought that was so classic of her.

“I’m going to use the restroom.” Kylo excused himself, making you frown.

Had the ides of this meeting shaken him up so much that he really had to touch up in the bathroom? He smoothed your frown away with his thumb, a gesture you did to him what felt like a thousand times a day, and he kissed you.

“Okay honey.” You said, watching him walk away around the corner to freshen up.

You take advantage of the opportunity to not get Kylo so furious right before this meeting, and the moment he’s far enough away to be out of earshot you turn to your cousin.

“What’s Rey majoring in?” You asked, and Gwen sighed, handed you a bottle of water for yourself.

“Tax law.” Gwen scoffed.

That was good, you thought as you cracked open the water, took a big swig of it. Good that Gwen was suspicious too.

“When did she tell you?” You asked, trying to piece together what the fuck was going on with Kylo’s sister.

“Yesterday, after the shitshow at her mother’s.” Gwen replied easily.

“She lied.” You shook your head, taking another sip.

“Hm?” Gwen frowned, and you waved your hand around lazily.

“It was a lie.” You reiterated, and Gwen sighed, pinched at the bridge of her nose before cracking her neck.

“Does Kylo know?” She asked, and you shook your head again, surprising her.

“I didn’t want to overwhelm him, especially with this Hux bullshit.” You shrugged, and Gwen gave you a very pointed look.

“He has to find out eventually.” She said, and she was right.

“He will, I’m going to tell him tonight after I get can him calm enough to not jump in the car and cut her tongue out.” You hummed, rifling through your bag to search for a piece of gum. Kylo was a chewer, and you always had some on hand for him to work his jaw with so that it didn’t wind up causing him any damage.

“Please, I have a special interest in that tongue.” Gwen sighed again, making you roll your eyes.

“I bet.” You replied dryly, thinking to yourself of all the people in the world your cousin had to get involved with, it just had to be the one who wanted your husband six feet under. You unwrapped a piece of gum for yourself, got it started so Kylo could just take it from between your teeth, not looking up at your cousin when you asked, “She didn’t tell you anything, did she? About anything?”

“About what?” Gwen asked sarcastically.

“Anything.” You replied with an even stare.

“She doesn’t tell me a lot of stuff. They’re not as open as we are, you know.” Gwen said, and you knew she was telling the truth.

“Every family has their secrets.” You agreed, even the two of you had things you kept from one another, everyone with their own skeletons hiding in designer closets.

“Yes, but it’s not worth it to hide any of them from you.” Gwen said with a small laugh and a grin, “I don’t know why people bother trying.”

At that, Kylo returned from the bathroom exactly at ten o’clock, exactly when the doorbell rang.

You, Kylo, and Gwen all stood up, tried your best not to look like some gang that was ready to jump him. You wanted – no, needed, Hux to feel welcome, to feel relaxed. This wasn’t a plot to murder him, this genuinely was just an attempt to talk.

It never failed to surprise you how angular Hux was. He was thin, waifish almost, with obvious pads in his shoulder-seams to make himself look more imposing. But beside that even, it was his face. Like he was cut from glass, his nose and lips and cheekbones were all razor sharp. He reminded you of Tarkin in that way, as Hux came around to take your palm in his for a moment. You wondered if there were some pre-disposition for angular men to be as cold as their hands.

“Drink?” Gwen asked, making Hux give her a look.

“It’s ten o’clock in the morning.” He said, right as Kylo checked his watch. Hux may be dramatic, but he was punctual.

“And?” She asked her friend, who only rolled his eyes.

He made himself comfortable on Gwen’s couch, sitting right where you had just been. You didn’t mind, were more than happy to be pulled onto Kylo’s lap as he took the grand armchair near the softly lit fireplace.

“How’s your cousin?” Kylo asked by way of greeting.

“Dead, thanks.” Hux sniffed, as Gwen passed him to sit next to him on the couch. It was a tactic to not make him feel so confronted, you knew that, but it was still very strange to see her siding with him, so to speak.

“Imagine if you had called a meeting like this one to talk it out instead of making assumptions.” You mentioned coolly, “She might still be sipping cocktails with you.”

“Let’s talk.” Hux gestured to the openness of the room, and you looked at Kylo.

You could see in his eyes he wasn’t really in the mood to do the bulk of the conversation, so you took over for the time being.

“Here’s what I’ve got in my head as the series of events in the past week. You tell me what you think of them.” You suggested.

Hux was square-backed and still as a board as you listed the events off your fingers;

“Friday morning, the day of the dinner, two Englishmen rob a bodega in Hell’s Kitchen. Owner told us you had shown up sometime prior to that to shake him up, threaten him. Friday evening, you show up almost late to the dinner, with grand plans to take over Hell’s Kitchen. Two days later, cops show up at my doorstep to search the house for a murder that took place in Hell’s Kitchen. Later that evening, your cousins crash my anniversary dinner to try and kill me.”

“But then, come to find out last Monday while you were in D.C., a stranger in a dark car pulled over two Englishmen and hired them to rob the bodega in Hell’s Kitchen. One of the men claims he didn’t know who it was, but we know it couldn’t have been you because you weren’t in town. And then Roisin tells us the murder was of one of your guys. So we can understand why you would think that, between us not giving you Hell’s Kitchen, your guy dying, and now me killing your cousin, that we’re clearly the ones fucking up all over town.”

After your whole speech, you made your point to take a long drink of water to soothe your throat, the room deadly silent while you hydrated yourself.

A moment or two later, you finished the bottle of water, placed it down on the coffee table, and looked Hux straight in the eye.

“But I have to assure you, it’s not us.” You said, although the gears were already working in his head.

“I see.” He says, voice clipped and short, angry suddenly.

“Do you?” You asked, genuinely curious if he knew exactly what he was getting himself into, “Because you’re going down the path of war with that stunt you pulled with your cousin, and you remember what happened the last time we all went there.” You said evenly.

That shuts Hux up quickly, because he does remember, and his already pale face begins to drain of any color that might have started to rise from his temper.

He takes a long sip of his whiskey, early morning be damned, and you don’t blame him.

“I’m not Snoke.” He said eventually, “I don’t pit people against one another.”

And you don’t altogether believe him, even though you can tell he isn’t lying in this moment. Hux was as scheming as they came, everyone knew it. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had plots up his sleeve right now, fingers in too many pies all across New York – all across the East coast.

“Maybe not, but someone is.” Kylo finally spoke up, Hux’s eyes snapping from yours to his and back again.

He was many things, but he wasn’t stupid, and he had learned not to ignore you from what had happened to Rotta.

“So what do you propose we do?” Hux asked, his lip trying not to curl up into a sneer.

You hum to yourself thoughtfully, as if your brain hadn’t been whirring to try and figure out what to propose all morning.

“I figure we can do one of two things,” You started, “We can either work together and come up with a plan to find out who has it out for the both of us, and snuff them out before they can pose any genuine threat. Or we can kill each other and everyone around us like they want us to.”

“The thought of working with you makes me want to be sick.” Hux scowled and narrowed his eyes, “I can’t trust you as far as I can throw you.”

“We’re not asking you to trust us. Just work with us.” Kylo said, jaw clenching.

You leaned down to give him a kiss, passing the gum into his mouth from your own in the process. When you leaned back up, you saw Hux’s face contorted with disgust at the lack of hygiene in that, and you couldn’t help but let a small satisfied smile grace your lips.

“Give me Hell’s Kitchen, and you’ve got yourself a deal.” Hux said, making everyone in the room groan.

“No.” Kylo said right away.

“Look we can investigate and find this person out on our own, but I think it would expedite the process significantly if we were to team up just for this. They won’t be expecting that, whoever it is knows the animosity between us.” You gesture to the tension that had clearly returned to the room.

“I told you my condition.” Hux said, stubborn as all hell.

“Hux, please be reasonable.” Gwen tried, speaking up for the first time since this whole conversation really began, but that only ruffled Hux’s feathers more.

“Why am I the one who has to be reasonable, hm?” He asked, quick as a whip, “It’s a simple request. I don’t want all of Midtown, although God knows I could do a better job running it than your sister is. I just want from 34th to 59th. That’s it.”

“Just because you want something doesn’t mean you get to have it.” Kylo said, hand twitching on your waist.

“Well isn’t that true for the both of us then.” Hux said scathingly, “If you’ll excuse me, I have other business to attend to today.”

He stood up without any further comment and made a motion to leave.

“So that’s it?” Kylo said, and your eyes bore into Hux’s, mentally pleading with him not to do this, not to go down this path.

“It is what it is.” Hux replied, making your eyes pinch shut in disappointment, a long sigh leaving from your chest. Hux gave a sharp nod to his friend, and was out the door.

The three of you are left in complete silence with his departure, all three of you unsure of what the fuck was going to happen next. Would he be the first one to make the declaration of war? Would that responsibility fall on your shoulders? On Kylo’s? Technically you had been the first one to draw blood, but it had been his fault, so the area was grey.

Almost as grey as the skies which clouded the view from up on the eighteenth floor of the apartment building.

“Hey Gwen,” Kylo asked, voice deep and mood sour, “How about that drink?”

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When the two of you are home, many hours later, you watched as Kylo fiddled with his holster. There was business to attend to, bloody business, as it were. It seemed like more and more these days were returning to the days of old, with the way Kylo checked his ammo in the guns that he kept stashed on him.

“Please,” You said from your spot on the big plush bed, “Please be careful.”

“I’ll try my best.” Kylo said, although you knew he was mostly just in the mood to bloody someone up, get his hands dirty. Maybe he wouldn’t kill whoever the poor sonofabitch was, maybe he would.

He most likely would.

Okay, he definitely would, but you knew that the men who pissed him off usually had weapons of their own, and though he was fast he wasn’t perfect.

“Listen to me,” You say from the bed, shuffling to sit on your knees, opening your arms for him. Like a magnet, he is drawn to you, nearly rushes into your arms, and you pull him down down down to lay on the bed with you, tuck yourself around him, cage him, an attempt to get him to stay.

You know that he won’t, know that there’s people he has to take care of and take care of, but you can try, and you kiss him deeply before saying, “Any sign of bullshit, you get the fuck out, okay?”

“Okay.” Kylo replied, breathing in a deep lungful of your perfume, humming out on the exhale.

“How many?” You asked softly, pressing your forehead against his chest, burying your face in the soft dress shirt he wore.

“Three.” Kylo said, and you leaned back with a frown.

“No, two.” You argued.

“(Y/N) – ” Kylo started, but you shook your head, in no way allowing him to leave you with three of the Knights of Ren to guard the apartment.

The thought of war had him even more protective, even more possessive, you knew that. But you also knew that the more people had, the more likely Kylo would come back to you unscathed. You were willing to risk less security for yourself if it meant a better chance for your husband. After all, he was the one going out into the world and burning it down.

“You need them more than I do. Take one.” You insisted, voice final, unwavering and unwilling to change.

Kylo was stubborn, but he had nothing on you.

“Fine.” He said eventually, his big warm hands coming up to cup your cheek.

You closed your eyes and kissed him, kissed him until it felt like the two of you were just existing together as one single person, hearts beating and lungs breathing in time. You kissed him until your lips grew swollen and bitten and numb, tongues and teeth too sweet to stop. You kissed him until he groaned, until he had to tear himself away because you both knew that if you kissed him any longer, he’d fuck you, and then he’d never leave.

And as much as you never wanted him to leave, you knew that Dopheld was waiting for him downstairs, knew that the KoR were waiting for him somewhere else.

He gave you a lingering look, one to fill him with strength, to remind himself why he was going out in the first place, and you only give him a look of your own right back. And then he’s gone, out the door and out of the apartment, leaving you with a guard at your door and another in the lobby, until who the fuck knows when.

Not wanting to be in the bedroom all by yourself, you get off the big mattress and tie the sash of your robe ever tighter, slipping into Kylo’s slippers and shuffling around the apartment.

Your phone is in your pocket, and, against your better judgement, you get an idea.

You pluck it out from the robe and scroll through your contacts, scroll and scroll until your finger hovers over the name you were looking for. You hadn’t told him yet, you think to yourself, but you hadn’t anticipated him leaving to go slit someone’s throat.

The phone is dialing before you’ve officially made up your mind.

“What do you want?” She asks, voice annoyed, and you already have decided that this was maybe a bad idea.

“Hux is pissed. He might try something, and I didn’t want you to be blindsided.” You tried, lying.

“Oh like you blindsided me with Midtown?” She scoffed, and her voice is firmly set to hang up the phone on you as she muttered, “Thanks for the warning.”

“Rey – wait.” You start, knowing that this was probably your only chance, “I was wondering if you’d meet me for lunch tomorrow.”

There’s silence for a long while on the other end of the line, and you pulled the phone back enough to see if she had hung up on you. Thankfully, the phone conversation is still going, and you can only imagine that she’s needed a moment to collect herself, not anticipating that sort of request.

“At your apartment?” She asked finally, carefully, but you shook your head even though she couldn’t see.

“No, you pick a place.” You offered, trying to sweeten the deal, trying your fucking best to make yourself as unthreatening as possible.

“Will it be just us?” She asked, voice suspicious as she had every right to be.

You didn’t go anywhere without Kylo.

“If that would make you more comfortable.” You lied, although it’s convincing enough that she seemingly is stunned, because her tone is somewhat surprised and dazed when she suggests,

“Tea at the Baccarat?”

“I’ll be there at one.” You fished out a small note-pad and wrote down the time and place, and Rey doesn’t even say goodbye before she hangs up.

Kylo will be told when he comes home, you’ve decided. He’ll be told and then you’ll come up with some sort of plan to deal with her on top of dealing with everyone else. But until he does come home, you make yourself comfortable on the couch and pull up the On Demand, and wait and wait and wait until the front door latches open – no matter how long that is.

You smiled to yourself, feeling slightly victorious for having lured her into this. Because if there’s one thing that anyone knew, it was never to lie.

Not to you.

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tolkienhorror · 4 years

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In Sauron’s Lab: File #2

Another oneshot about one of Sauron’s favorite torture methods.

Warnings: Abuse, torture, non-con.

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“Choose,” Sauron demands coldly, and Maitimo knows better than to disobey.

He’s tried a couple of times, in the beginning, when he was still in possession of his dignity, his clothes, his anger and spite, his hair. It never ended well.

The first time he said no when Sauron ordered him to play along in one of the dark maia’s sick experiments, the enemy crushed his throat by standing on it

seeing as you don’t know how to speak, you don’t need your vocal cords, do you

until Maitimo choked on his own blood and passed out; his voice still doesn’t sound the same. The second time, a considerable length of a Balrog’s whip was shoved up his unprepared behind

if you can’t figure out how to kneel properly, we’ll have to keep you from sitting down, won’t we

and then yanked back out with such force that a lot of charred, stretched flesh came with it. Sauron needed a week to put all of his intestines back where they belong, and Maitimo has been awake for most of the procedure.

The third time when he said no, he had to watch another Balrog spear the restrained body of an elf that Maitimo had known since birth, on the enormous, glowing length of his inhuman cock, inch by painstaking inch, until the screeching screams of agony had turned to bloody gargles.

what kind of leader are you who won’t even suffer to protect his own people

The beast then proceeded to fuck the dying body for another 20 minutes straight, right before Maitimo’s eyes before light of life finally left that poor soldier.

These days, Maitimo knows better than to disobey Sauron.

So he points, dully - with his chin as that is the only part he can move at least half an inch right now - to the middle one of the three spacious jars waiting on the table next to his usual spot on Sauron’s examination stretcher, though he really couldn’t care less. The plain metal vessels all look the same, and none of them will contain anything good.

The movement has his throat tenses up, and Maitimo tries his best not to gag around the thick tube threaded through his ring gag and shoved deeply in his mouth, just far enough to make sure everything coming through it will make it down to his stomach, not far enough to spare him the taste of whatever his tormentor will choose to fill him up with this time.

Maitimo hasn’t eaten in more than two weeks and he should probably be grateful that he will be at least rid of the clenching knot of emptiness that his stomach has become for a few minutes. But he knows Sauron well enough to know, the price for that little moment of comfort will be far too high.

“A smart choice, pet. You are starting to learn.”

Sauron absently pats his belly, then gives a firmer smack to the slightly bulging skin below, and Maitimo groans when his inner muscles clench around the other, much thicker tube deeply lodged in his rectum.

It doesn’t hurt, not like the variety of spiked phalluses and cocks he’s been raped with since being taken prisoner. But it sits far enough inside of him to ensure that whatever Sauron will choose to empty into that funnel at the end of that second tube, will go deeply into his body and not come out anytime soon.

Maitimo could live with that too, he supposes; after almost a year in the misery that is his life now, he’s no stranger to the humiliation of enemas anymore. And as painful as burns from too hot liquid are, as revolting as it is when one of his abusers chooses to fill his abused ass with all the piss they have in them that day, sometimes until Maitimo can taste it on his tongue ... That kind of traces usually go away and heal quickly.

It’s the sound he’s afraid of tonight. Almost as thick as a finger, stretching his limp cock open to its limits, and Sauron hasn’t bothered to lube up that third hollow tube before thrusting it all the way in until it’s bottomed out in Maitimo’s dehydrated bladder. His urethra throbs and stings, and he knows he’s bleeding but that’s not what worries him. Bleedings stop.

It’s the additional sheer helplessness of knowing he’s about to be filled up from several sides at once, and that there’s nothing he can do to control or stop it, that has him shivering in cold sweat and yank in vain on the straps and shackles that tie him down on the table. That keep his scraggy legs up and spread widely, all of his most sensitive parts on obscene, vulnerable display for his captor’s too hot, dainty hand.

Though Maitimo’s struggling is achieving nothing but more sore muscles and a little quiet rattling, of course, Sauron feigns exhausted disappointment. “Now, now, don’t ruin that good impression with fidgeting, pet. You’ve been doing so nicely the last few weeks. You’re on a good way to become my favorite test subject. But you really ...“

The maia’s lithe, tall shape bends down over Maitimo’s bare crotch, the unnatural white of his skin that shows under the low, pointed cut of his black tunic, flushing with just the hint of pulsating red as he stretches out his long forked tongue. With a purr, he licks over the sturdy shining metal protruding from Maitimo’s tortured orifices.

“... need to learn how to keep still.”

Sauron presses down on Maitimo ‘s lower body again, intentionally and harder this time, while Maitimo thrashes against his bonds once more, wailing into his gag when the metal inside his ass and cock heats up within seconds, blistering highly sensitive tissue, eating away at muscle that won’t be working as it should for days. Weeks maybe, depending on when Sauron decides to sing his body back together this time.

“Oh, pet. What did I just say? Looks like I have chosen a good time to help you work on your discipline.”

Sauron feigns another bored sigh, betrayed by the considerable bulge under his tight pants, when he reaches for the pot that Maitimo has chosen earlier. With the handle fastened to one of the many hooks in the frame of this hated, dreadful table that Maitimo has spent most of his last months on, Sauron angles the vessel right above the first of those three funnels that promise another few hours of greater pain than Maitimo has ever known it in his whole life.

“Now be a good little pet and have your dinner. I wouldn’t want to have to punish you for choking on your own tongue again.”

Maitimo does wince and retch when the first taste of filth and salt and ash hits his tongue, because if the smell hadn’t given it away yet, now he knows exactly what this is. He’s been force-fed by one of the cocks violating him frequently too often not to. But this will go down his throat whether he actively helps it or not, so it won’t make a difference. And he’s really not interested in snorting Balrog piss from his nose, so he obeys, because what else is there to do?

An unpleasant but still a lot more bearable warmth than the one before spreads in his stomach, and for a moment he thinks, he can do this, he will be okay.

Then Sauron places the second of the bowls over the funnel hanging over his reddened, swollen hole, and Maitimo’s guts are being set on fire. He’s not exactly sure what it is or how he even still makes it to scream between swallowing the too quickly, relentlessly dripping liquid.

But somehow, some way, he still can take it, he still can stay awake and lucid, and that’s all that counts. Because when he blacks out, Sauron always gets angry enough to make his ordeal even worse, and Maitimo doesn’t think it actually can be right now.

That is before Sauron opens the lid of the last vessel and the smell of vinegar hits Maitimo’s senses.

His eyes go wide enough to almost pop from their sockets. Somehow, without ever wanting it, he croaks out a plea between the metal confinements stretching his jaw painfully open, and then he almost does choke because he forgets to swallow and he can talk no more.

Not that it matters. Sauron doesn’t even comment on his little moment of verbal weakness. With the hand not busy hanging up the third bowl, he’s languidly, almost disinterestedly rubbing his raging erection through the leather fabric of his clothes while he sets the third and last vessel and tips it into position.

A sensation of liquid lava travels through the already too-hot metal in Maitimo’s cock, hitting his insides like that hot-red poker that Sauron raped him once with in the very beginning, when he dared to say no to riding his cock in front of his fellow prisoners. He screams and screams, spluttering snot and bile and piss through mouth and nose, wheezing and coughing between the desperate, unintelligible pleas for mercy from his throat that he knows he will not be granted. Blood is seeping from the wounds of his restraints on his wrists and ankles, his hips and shoulders. He can hear the bones in his neck crack dangerously from his useless strain against the straps on his jaw and forehead tying his head down, and he knows, he won’t be able to turn his head for weeks to come once this is over.

Which it won’t be before he’s ripped open and poisoned from the inside out by body fluids and acid whatever other shit he’s being fed; he doesn’t need to hear Sauron’s next words to know.

Visibly satisfied with his work, Sauron gives him another absent pat on his stomach that is slowly but certainly bulging with too much liquid pouring into him from three sides.

“Much better. Now let’s see how much we can put into you before you start tearing, shall we? It’s really for your own good, pet. We don’t want a mess like last time when you next provide some well-deserved entertainment for our hard-working soldiers. Learn how to be grateful how well I’m looking out for my favorite subjects, and you can make your life in these halls so much easier.”

He bends over Maitimo’s head to press a humiliating kiss to the top of his sweat-drenched head before walking back to his desk to pick up his usual parchment roles for his notes on their little experiment, the half-hard erection between his legs already forgotten. He seldom wastes time fucking Maitimo himself these days. There’s so much more entertaining techniques for him to use on that broken shell of an elf that was once a High King.

Maitimo is left alone hurting, bleeding, desperate and losing another fragment of his soul to ever-lasting hopelessness.

#Sauron #mairon #maedhros #sauron's lab #fanfiction #DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

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sunflowersupremes · 3 years

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Sleeping With the Enemy

Kinktober 2020: Omorashi, Watersports, Collaring, Humiliation, Hate Sex, Orgasm Denial,

It’s borderline consensual non-consent. Dandelion knows fully well that it’s an abusive relationship but he participates anyone because he likes it, so take that as you will.

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Series: A/B/O Happy

Sleeping with Valdo scratched a very particular itch that Dandelion rarely wished to have scratched. When he wanted it he craved it with all his being, but those times were few and far between.

So, even if Geralt disapproved of his hot and cold relationship with the other Troubadour, Dandelion refused to be kept from him.

If Dandelion wanted something, he was going to get it, one way or another.

That was how he came to be sprawled on his back on a narrow bed, his feet hanging over the sides. Valdo was kneeling between his legs, staring at him with cold, hungry eyes.

Gods he’s beautiful.

The blonde haired bard curled his toes and whined, his cock throbbing helplessly.

Dandelion had shown up at Valdo’s apartment in the evening, uninvited. But he knew he’d be let in, and sure enough, Valdo had given him a thin-lipped smile and opened the door. No sooner had Dandelion entered then he’d been forced to strip, and had a large, knotted toy crammed in his ass. Valdo hadn’t even stretched him properly (he’d been wet and loose already, but not enough) and the burn from the pain had gone straight to his cock, filling him with hot, burning desire.

Then he’d been thrown on the bed and a given silent look had informed him that if he touched himself he’d be tied up. He had, of course, tried to touch himself, so Valdo had grinned and gone for his toys.

Valdo was, if nothing else, a bit old fashioned. He had strange ideas about Omegas and their place in society, the sort of idea that usually made Dandelion roll his eyes and walk away (unfortunately, Valdo was truly beautiful and Dandelion was nothing if not a lover of fine things). He kept all sorts of old equipment, from the days when Omegas had been nothing more than broodmares, and gods if it didn’t turn Dandelion on sometimes.

The Alpha fitted him first with a gag that held his mouth open, then snapped a collar around his neck. Cuffs attached to the collar and held his wrists against his neck.

But Dandelion knew the worst was yet to come, and that knowledge went straight to his cock, making him grow ever harder.

He whined and writhed, waiting for Valdo to get out the rest of his toys. Please, he thought desperately. Geralt is going to give me a sound scolding for this and perhaps even a whipping, so I had better enjoy it. It wasn’t that Geralt controlled his sex life, but his one firm rule was that if Dandelion went to see Valdo he was supposed to tell him first. Unfortunately, the Witcher was currently hunting a gryphon to the north of town and Dandelion hadn’t wanted to wait.

Finally, finally, Valdo went for the rest of his toys. Dandelion wiggled with excitement as the cuffs were snapped around his ankles which were then tied to the headboard on long chains. His legs were forced into a perfect split, putting his aching hole fully on display, ready to be mounted.

He whined through the gag.

Valdo’s hand rubbed over Dandelion’s stomach slowly, then finally spoke. “One day,” he said quietly, “I’m going to fill you with child, Julian. I’ll keep you tied just like this, as your stomach swells with my baby.”

Geralt claimed that Valdo had once tried to pay him to steal Dandelion’s birth control. It was admittedly, probably true, but Dandelion didn’t care, not when Valdo was touching him with his skilled fingers, tickling up the underside of his leaking cock and pinching his nipples.

Dandelion curled his toes and whimpered.

Valdo’s fingers moved down further, sliding past his cock without touching it. Grasping the base of the toy, he removed it with a harsh tug. Dandelion let out a muffled cry, but the pain lasted only a second before Valdo’s warm cock slid inside him.

The Alpha pressed all the way in, then pulled out slightly, then pressed back in. He fell into a steady rhythm, somehow managing to miss Dandelion’s prostate each time. It didn’t matter, the Omega was fully hard anyway, writhing beneath him and whining.

“Do you want my knot, Julian?” Valdo growled.

Dandelion nodded greedily, drool dripping from his open mouth. Valdo believed that his knot was a treat, that Dandelion would only get it if he earned it (otherwise, if Valdo was in the mood to knot and Dandelion hadn't earned it, he would knot his throat and leave his hole empty).

“No,” said Valdo simply. He finished quickly, pumping Dandelion full of seed, but, true to his word, he pulled out, leaving Dandelion still hard, slick and semen dripping from his ass.

Valdo stepped away and Dandelion’s heart quickened, knowing what was coming. The next toy felt deceptively small as it went in, but Dandelion wasn’t fooled. Geralt would no doubt call it a torture device, and he honestly wasn’t far off. It hurt like hell and Dandelion loved it more than Valdo's knot (not that he would tell the other).

Like the rest of Valdo’s collection, it was older than either of the troubadours, but unlike most of his toys, it was enchanted. Toys like it had once been used to punish young omegas or to ease them through heats before they were mated. Once inside they would swell up and mimic an alpha's knot, but Valdo's had been altered, and it swelled even larger than Geralt's knot, feeling as though it would shred his insides. Dandelion moaned as he felt it start to grow, but the pleasure was quickly overcome by pain.

As he writhed and whimpered Valdo unchained his feet, picking him up and sitting down with Dandelion in his lap. He pulled him close and began to rock him. Unlike most people who had accepted that Omegas were capable of being every bit as clever and mature as Alphas and Betas, Valdo remained convinced they should be treated like children.

Dandelion curled into him willingly, leaning into the touch, however mocking the affection might be. Valdo popped a cork off a bottle of wine and took a sip, then dripped a bit into Dandelion’s mouth. He swallowed happily.

They drank their way through two bottles, curled together on Valdo’s bed, the Alpha pressing on Dandelion’s stomach as he whined from the pain of the toy. Soon though, the discomfort from the toy was joined by another discomfort, as he wiggled uncomfortably and pointed toward the water closet, hoping Valdo would get the hint and realize that he needed to pee.

Valdo seemed to understand, but he only gave Dandelion a mocking smile, pressing his fingers down firmly over the bard’s bladder. “Don’t you know to piss before you leave home? Didn’t your mommy teach you that?”

It was particularly cruel coming from Valdo, who knew full well that Dandelion had never known his mother.

He moaned and whimpered as Valdo continued to apply pressure. The Alpha’s other hand snaked down to rest over his cock, his thumb barely covering the slit.

Dandelion tried - he really, absolutely tried - but the pressure from the toy and Valdo’s hand was too much on his bladder. Tears of humiliation leaked out of his eyes as he finally let go, a weak stream of piss escaping his cock. Valdo’s hand kept it from getting on the alpha, instead it soaked Dandelion’s stomach and dripped between his legs.

His face was bright red.

Valdo sighed and shook his head. “What a naughty boy,” he said. “Gods, Julian, how do you still wet the bed, you’re nearly thirty. Do I need to purchase diapers for you?”

Dandelion shook his head quickly. That was further than even he wanted to take it, but he knew Valdo wouldn’t care what he said.

He was still wet and sticky as Valdo put his clothes back on him, ignoring the bards whines and attempts to fight against him. Once he was dressed Valdo slapped his ass, pulled the collar off, and - without waiting for a single word - shoved him out the door.

Dandelion could barely stand as he stumbled outside. His ass stung, his cock was still half hard, his intestines felt all wrong, and he desperately needed a bath. There was still enough alcohol coursing through his veins to make everything a bit fuzzy, and he had to think for a moment to remember the way back to his house. But before he could decide how best to limp back home, a strong arm wrapped around him.

“I knew I’d find you here, you fool bard,” Geralt murmured, ruffling his sweaty hair.

“Geralt!” Dandelion squealed. “Take me home!” His mind was already whirring, already coming up with a plan to keep Geralt from being angry with him. He’d play up the door, pitiful Omega, let Geralt realize how poorly Valdo had treated him - the Witcher could surely smell the piss on him - and convince Geralt to draw a warm bath for him. He’d get Geralt to join him in the tub, cuddle, rub up against him (and maybe get an orgasm, since he still hadn’t gotten one from Valdo), and just generally let Geralt spoil him. The Alpha would love it and forget that he’d told Dandelion to stay away from Valdo. To his addled mind, it seemed like the perfect way to get out of a spanking. “Pleaseee Geralt,” he whined.

The Witcher sighed, muttering about what a stupid slut Dandelion was, but he scooped him up willingly, holding him to his chest.

It was late, the streets dark and deserted, and no one saw them as they made they way home. Geralt didn’t even need to be prompted to put Dandelion in a bath, as soon as they got home he turned up his nose and informed him that he smelled horrid.

Dandelion was deposited straight in the tub, clothes and all, and Geralt poured a bucket of water over his head.

Cold water.

He immediately sobered up, shrieking, “Geralt!”

“Dandelion, I’ve begged you to tell me before you go looking for Valdo. That man is nothing but trouble. He does not care for you at all, only for the hypothetical children he believes you will give him.”

“I won’t have children, Geralt, I don’t even like them.”

“He’s not going to take no for an answer, Dandelion, don’t you see that?” Geralt began to unbutton Dandelion’s wet clothes, pulling them off the omega and tossing them aside. The Omega whined and shivered, pouting as Geralt poured more water over him. “He believes that you, as an Omega, are only a benefit to society so long as you bear children. Specifically, his children.”

“Geralt, he’s stupid and old-fashioned, but I can’t fault the quality of his cock. It's got a slight curve, you see-”

“He pissed on you, Dandelion.” Geralt grabbed a bar of soap and a rag, rubbing them together until it lathered. “You have half a dozen lovers in Oxenfurt alone, couldn’t you have gone to one of them if you were so horny?”

The bard decided it was best not to correct Geralt as to who’s piss it was (or the fact that he had more than half a dozen lovers in the city). “I wouldn’t go to him if I didn’t enjoy what he does. You of all people ought to understand that, after all Yennefer-”

Geralt shoved the bar of soap in his mouth. “Not another word,” he said sharply. “I won’t have you speaking ill of Yennefer.” He began cleaning Dandelion with the soapy cloth, his touch gentle as he rubbed it between his legs and over his stomach. But, despite Dandelion's hopeful look, he paid no more attention to the bard's cock than the rest of him (of course, the cold water had killed his erection, but he was more than willing to try again).

Dandelion knew better than to spit out the soap, no matter how foul it tasted, so he pouted instead, giving Geralt the most pitiful look he could muster as he continued to shiver in the cool night air. It seemed to have worked because after a moment Geralt held out his hand, and Dandelion was more than happy to spit the soap out for him.

Once he was sufficiently clean Geralt rinsed him once more, then helped him from the tub and wrapped him in a towel. He rubbed Dandelion’s head briskly to dry his hair as best he could (it hadn’t gotten too wet, most of the water had been dumped on his chest and groin).

“Dandelion, the world is a much safer place for Omegas than it has ever been, but men like Valdo would see it return to the primitive ages past.” Geralt dressed him in a robe as he spoke, then ushered him out of the bathroom and toward his bedroom.

“I know, Geralt, I know. But I’m a liberated man, I-”

“Liberated men don’t have to be stupid.” Geralt lit a fire in the hearth with a snap of his fingers, then pushed Dandelion toward the bed. “I am begging you, don’t go to Valdo without telling me at the very least.”

“Geralt-”

“Or is that part of the thrill for you Omega? Knowing that he’ll degrade and humiliate you and then, when you return to me, I’ll thrash your hide?”

Dandelion didn’t say anything, but that seemed to be enough of an answer for Geralt. The Witcher shook his head as he pushed Dandelion into the bed. “Do you have lectures to give tomorrow, bard?”

“At noon, yes,” the bard said, leaning into the pillows happily. “On the history of-”

“You’ll be teaching with a well spanked ass,” said the Witcher, draping a blanket over him. “Goodnight Dandelion, we’ll continue this in the morning.” He leaned over him, pressing a kiss to his temple, but then shifted as though he planned to step away.

“Don’t go,” Dandelion whined.

Geralt sighed and slid into bed beside him, wrapping his arms around Dandelion and pulling him close. “I wasn’t planning to, clearly I have to keep a close watch on you at all times.”

“I love you,” the Omega yawned, burying himself against Geralt happily.

“I love you too, you damnable whore.”

#jaskier #dandelion #geralt #geralt of rivia #Witcher Fanfiction #Witcher Fanfic #The Witcher #Wiedźmin #My Writing #series: A/B/O Happy

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onedayiwillflyfree · 4 years

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When the Sun Begins to Fall Chapter 10: Juniper

Read the full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21255530?view_full_work=true

Chapter 10: Juniper

Summer sunsets in Avonlea were truly incomparable. Gilbert should know, he had seen them fall in many different locations over the years. Trinidad, Jamaica, Costa Rica, even in the outer borders of Europe. And none, not one had ever compared to the sun setting over the Lake of Shining Waters. From the peach and lilac streams of light that kissed each wave to the warmth of the last light of the day that contrasted the first of the cool evening breezes. He truly thought nothing would ever top it. Of course, that was until he saw the sight of two shadowy figures dancing farther down the cliff, yelling praises to the sun and all its glory.

“Oh marvelous, wonderful setting sun!” Anne yelled out over the cliff, her fire locks blowing gently behind her back. “Thank you for gracing us with your presence this most glorious of evenings! Your phenomenal beauty knows no bounds!”She grinned from ear to ear as she grabbed hold of Ka’kwets hand and together they twirled. A smile beamed from the young Mi’kmaq girls face, her small braids flapping in the wind. All too quickly, she began losing her balance and sent the pair of them toppling to the ground. They exchanged a single glance before bursting into a fit of childish giggles.

Gilbert smiled as he looked on, his heart feeling more at ease hearing their laughter. A few days prior, Aluk had expressed his concerns to Gilbert about Ka’kwet. He said she was barely eating or speaking to anyone, along with having extreme bouts of rage, and would scream at anyone given the chance. And in the night, she would wake up screaming so loudly that it once woke the entire village. The only activity that appeared to put her to rest was painting with her mother as she was retold stories of days long since passed. Gilbert wasn’t sure what he could do to help her - or if she would even accept it- but Anne, who had zero medical training, seemed to be helping her better than he ever could.

He felt a sting cross his shoulder as he was smacked with a cluster small oak branches. “Ow!” Gilbert cried, fingers gingerly touching the sting. He looked over to have the branches shook in his face while being scolded by an older woman in a language still foreign to him. “I’m sorry ma’am,” A leaf brushed against his mouth as she continued to shake them. “Aluk! Can you please tell her...” Another whack. “I’m sorry!”

Aluk held in a laugh, resting a gentle hand on his mother’s shoulder and began asking her to stop. She looked back at her son and spoke quickly, saying something that made Aluk smirk. “She said yes they are beautiful, but you are here to learn medicine.” Gilbert felt a flush creep up his neck and make its way to his cheeks.

This brought a grin to her face as she let out a wry chuckle. The medicine woman then pointed in front of them to an empty stump that had four different herbs resting on it. She spoke quickly and then looked at him expectantly. Gilbert peered over her shoulder, silently pleading for a translation from Aluk. He let out a small chuckle and translated. “She wants you to name the four herbs in front of you and what purposes they serve to healing.”

Gilbert nervously swallowed. He had never had an issue with tests before. Why should this one be any different? “Well,” he looked over the roots and herbs. He picked up a small red berry cluster, this one he could identify in his sleep. “This one is highbush cranberry, it’s good for ails of the bladder, bowels, and stomach. Best to be dried and powdered. However, can be consumed orally as food or in a tea.” Aluk translated, the older woman curtly nodded her approval before pointing to a cluster of purple flowers.

“These are rosemary,” Gilbert smiled, remembering how Anne had commented on their beauty when he was explaining them to her at dinner a few nights prior. She stated that their name should be changed though, seeing as they were purple rather than the color of a rose. He was urged to continue as the medicine woman raised the leafs again. “Sorry, sorry, it helps with sore joints, spasms, and improves memory.”

Aluk offered a gentle smile and nodded, pointing to the final two herbs on the stump. Gilbert knew the one with long oval leaves from their powerful aroma. It was a smell he knew well from whenever Mary would cook one of her signature recipes. “Sage. Used in cleansing rituals as well cuts, bruises, and minor colds. The other one...” he glanced down at branch of vibrant green needles and bit his lip. “I’m not sure. I’m sorry.”

His words were translated, the elderly woman shaking her head slightly and began speaking. Aluk nodded, responding briefly back before turning back to Gilbert. “She said needles can get confusing, but these are special and must be remembered.” She continued speaking, picking up the cluster of needles and dark blue berries. “It’s juniper. Hard to find if you don’t know where to look. Luckily, she said she likes you.” She offered a gentle smile and pointed behind him. Gilbert turned around and a little bit in the distance, close to where Anne and Ka’Kwet were off praising the sun, was a small grouping of bushes growing close to the ground next to a stunning, old oak. He had seen the tree often, always admiring its beauty but he never would have guessed that it was the bushes surrounding it that would be the truly special ones.

“And what does it heal again?” he asked, his eyes not moving from the bushes.

“Many different things,” Aluk responded. “Indigestion, sore lungs and throat, we have even had luck with it curing people with diseases you call pneumonia and consumption.”

Gilbert’s eyes ripped from the tree, gazing at Aluk in disbelief. “Consumption? That’s impossible. Our medicine...”

The old woman wagged a finger. “Not always right.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “I’m sorry?”

Aluk sucked in a deep breath. “What she means your medicine is good, but you have all been led to believe it is the only way to heal.” The elderly woman pressed the berries and needles into his hands and spoke in her native tongue. “She said the earth has provided means to keep our people alive for hundreds of years. The earth provides for all.”

He had never considered it that way. In school and in his internships, he had been taught that medicine was always science, nothing more. But the idea that there was so much more out in the world that he could learn as long as he kept his mind open, the thought excited him. Gilbert wrapped his free hand around his mentor and smiled. “Thank you for everything you have taught me this past week. I will treasure it always.” She smiled before Aluk even had a chance to translate. His words didn’t need to be translated, the gratitude was radiating from his body.

“Earth provides,” she spoke slowly.

He nodded. “The earth provides.”

——

“Come on boy,” he squeezed his legs tighter as Butterscotch cantered through the woods. Stray branches stung his face and arms, but he didn’t slow down and try to dodge them. Time was short. He could see the clearing a few feet ahead, the cliffs coming into view. Almost there. With a flick of the reigns, he urged the horse to move faster. “Little bit more Butterscotch, we’re almost there!”

Gilbert burst through the trees, one stray pine branch giving a farewell scratch along his leg as he brought a hand up to shield his eyes from the blinding sun. He pulled back on the reigns, encouraging the horse to slow its pace. A familiar sea breeze ruffled his mess of curls, almost as if it was welcoming him home after many months away. His mind drifted to the last time he had been there, desperate and broken after Anne had let him go off to Paris, when he caught sight of the old oak. A smile spread across his lips and he tugged his reigns to the left, dismounting and wrapping the leather straps around a sturdy branch.

Pulling the empty flower sack and Jerry’s knife from the saddle and jogged over to the bushes. Taking a few sprigs in his hand, he breathed in their calming scent. “Hello old friends. It's been a while.” His voice was soft, much like Anne’s was whenever he heard her speaking with the kindred spirits within the forest. “I need your help. Anne needs you.” He unsheathed the knife and began expertly cutting through the thin branches, needles poking his hand as he slid them into his bag. *A couple more, then back to Anne.

After he placed a few more branches into the sack, he tied the burlap shut and quickly made his way back to the horse. He untied the reigns, throwing them over Butterscotch’s lowered head as he grazed on the grass below. “Sorry bud,” he placed a foot in the stirrup and hoisted himself onto the saddle. “I need you to run a little bit more.” The horse snorted in understanding as Gilbert patted his neck. “Good boy.” He pulled the reins towards the woods, stopping only to glance back at the bushes that could be Anne’s saving grace. “Thank you.” He whispered, giving them a grateful smile before he squeezed his legs together and took off back towards the quickly darkening woods.

———

Fweeet!

Steam forced its way out the kettle spout, screaming for someone to come relieve the growing pressure. Gilbert grabbed the kettle, ignoring the slight burn he felt on his pinky through the thinnest portion of the towel and poured it into a large pewter cup. A few needles escaped into the cup. He grunted in frustration and reached for a spoon to fish them out.

“Di, can you clean this out and refill it?” he requested, pulling out most of the needles in one go.

Diana nodded, her soft black curls tied tightly in a knot on top of her head. “Of course. Roy should be in with a second bucket of water soon.” She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead, her sleeves rolled up past her elbows.

“Good,” he said, still fishing for the final few needles. “You all should take a break for a bit. Don’t want to overheat her from all the steam.” Much to Gilbert’s frustration, a few stragglers remained floating in the water, no matter how hard he fought to get them. “I don’t have time for this.” He mumbled as he tossed the spoon aside and walked swiftly to the stairs, leaving Diana to plop into a kitchen chair.

Cole met him at the top of the stairs, a bucket of cool water in his hands. “Her breathing seems easier now, but her lips are still blue around the edges. She just fell asleep a few moments ago.” Cole wiped his runny nose with the back of his hand when his eyes drifted to the contents of the pewter cup. He frowned. “Are those pine needles?”

“Juniper needles! I’ll explain later,” Gilbert pushed passed his friend, not trying to be rude but desperate to have Anne ingest the medicines. He pushed opened the door, steam pouring out of the room. He left it open just a crack to allow it to further filter out of the room.

Anne lay her head against Marillas chest, her eyes lightly shut and breathing heavy through her mouth. The tiniest amount of relief wash over him, she was breathing well enough that she could sleep.

Marilla acknowledged him as he walked over to the bed and sat at their feet. “She fell asleep about ten minutes ago. Poor girl is beyond exhausted.” She ran her fingers around though her daughter’s hair, pulling stray strands from her soaked forehead and pressing them back on her head. “She did the breathing like you showed her. It caused her tremendous pain but she didn’t complain one bit.” She pressed a gentle kiss on the top of Anne’s head. “You’d have been proud of her,” Marilla whispered.

He was proud. In fact he was so proud he wasn’t sure he could find the words for it. He couldn’t imagine the excruciating pain she must have been feeling in the beginning parts of the breathing treatment. Fighting against pus and mucus that was nesting in her chest...well, he had seen grown men lose hope because of it.

Anne let out a large cough and her eyes slit open. “Gil...” she whispered in a raspy voice.

“I’m here, Anne-girl.” He scooted closer to her, cup still firmly in his hands. “I brought something that will help you feel better. You think you could sit up a little more?”

Anne nodded, reaching for Gilbert’s hand for assistance. He shared an unspoken agreement with Marilla, who pushed Anne forward while he pulled. She sat for a moment, her body swaying as if the mere act of sitting up had made her head spin. Gilbert kept a steady hand on her shoulder, hoping to help keep her upright but to no avail. Anne had eaten very little and moved even less in the last few days, her body was too weak to maintain itself upright. She leaned forward, collapsing into Gilbert’s chest with a soft thud. “Sorry...”

“Don’t be Anne-girl, but I do need to get into a better position.” She nodded, her forehead moving his shirt with each movement. Gilbert pushed her forward slightly, making sure to keep her stable with one of his hands as he slid next to her on the bed. He looked to Marilla, hoping to not cause a stir but her focus was solely on her weakened child. “Alright, rest against me. You can put as much weight against me as you need,” Anne leaned into him, her shoulder digging into his upper abdomen but he didn’t have the heart to adjust her. She was fading and from the intense warmth radiating off of her, her fever would soon be reaching its peak. “Anne, I need you to drink this,” She reached a shaky hand towards the cup, trying to take it with her quiver fingers before they fell into his lap.

Gilbert bit his lip, she was getting weaker with each passing moment. “Here,” he pressed the cup into her hand, his firmly wrapping around hers. “Lean your head back, we will do it together.”

She lifted her chin, her head resting heavily on Gilbert’s chest as they together brought the cup to her lips. “Little sips, alright?” Together they tipped the cup slowly, Anne taking small sips while Gilbert kept a careful eye that no needles made their escape. She forced the liquid down her throat, each swallow sounding more painful than the last. After a sip that was too large, she began to stir into a coughing fit. Marilla bent forward, patting her back in hopes to assist the pus out. Anne coughed as she turned her face into Gilberts white shirt, launching one final cough of green and red mucus near the collar.

“I’m so sorry...” she whispered as tears dropped down her cheeks, her fingers trying to reach for the spot to wipe it away.

“Stop,” Gilbert wrapped his arm tighter around her, hoping she would learn that he could never be angry with her for something so trivial. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I’m so tired Gil,” Anne mumbled aimlessly, her eyes looking around the room while her lids slowly shut. “So tired.”

“Little bit more,” Gilbert whispered, tilting the cup the tiniest bit. Anne ignored it, already beginning to slip away. “Come on, Carrots.” He waited for her eyes to shoot open, for her to become cross with him but her breathing began to slow. Gilbert shook her enough that her eyes fluttered. “Just one more sip Anne, please. And then you can sleep. Just one last sip.” His words came out in a plead.

Marilla watched the pair, fighting off tears as Anne opened her mouth to let Gilbert pour in the last bit of liquid. He smiled tightly as she forced it down, coughing one final time before she sunk deep into him, her fingers still holding tightly to the cup beneath his. “Good job, Anne-girl, good job,” he whispered into her sweat soaked hair when his eyes drifted to Marillas.

“What did you give her?”

“Boiled juniper needles.” He placed the cup in the hand behind Anne, balancing her as he deposited it onto her nightstand. “It’s a traditional Mi'kmaq healing herb.”

“Why didn’t we use this sooner?” she asked. Her voice was genuine, no anger or frustration in her tone, but instead curiosity. Still, he felt enormously embarrassed by his answer.

“I… I forgot,” he mumbled, looking down at Anne, her red curls had turned into wet clumps from sweat and were sticking to her neck and forehead. Her cheeks were the deepest shade of scarlett he had ever seen on a person and yet, somehow, he still thought she looked as radiant as ever. “I forgot a lot of important things,” he whispered more to himself than Marilla as he wiped a bead of sweat from Anne’s forehead.

Marilla continued staring at the pair. “Now what?” she questioned, allowing some edge to her tone.

“Well, her breathing seems better for now, so we should be able to stop the steam until she wakes up. Let her cool down and rest.” Gilbert slowly slid her off and laid her down into her stack of ever growing pillows. He pulled her hair from out behind her in hopes it would keep her neck cool. “Give everyone a chance to rest.”

She considered this. “Yes, rest would be good for all.” She looked back to Anne. “And she will be alright?”

Gilbert rolled up his sleeve, already beginning to boil after being in the room for only a few moments. “Well, it’s too soon…” Marilla glared at him. “What I mean is as long as we keep her fever controlled and on the lower end, then yes, she should be okay.”

“And then what?”

He began running his fingers through the bottom of her hair, pulling out small tangles. “She will take time to recover...”

“That isn’t what I mean Gilbert.” Marilla’s voice had gone completely cold.

Gilberts hand stopped, his eyes travelling to the older women. “Marilla...” He started.

“Are you going to leave her again?” Marilla glared at him, her pointed hawk eyes staring into the depths of his soul. “Leaving us to let the rest of us pick up the pieces of the broken woman you left behind?” Her words were that of venom, her anger of his departure no longer able to be hidden behind politeness. “Because if that is your plan, to destroy her heart once more then perhaps she is better off...” her voice caught, a sob slipping through as she sat on the bed and rested a hand on Anne’s arm.

He leaned over top of Anne, careful to not place any weight on her and grabbed Marilla’s hand. “Marilla… I am calling off my engagement.” Marilla’s mouth sat agape in shock of the news she had just been told. Gilbert licked his lips and looked over to Anne. There was no one out in the world for him other than Anne Shirley-Cuthbert and he had left her behind. How could one man make such a horrible mistake? “I was a fool. A selfish, ridiculous fool.” His voice was hoarse. Despite the words being directed towards Marilla, they were truly meant for himself. “The mistakes I have made. The hurt I have caused… I fear I will never be able to atone for them.” Gilbert glanced up to Marilla, who was swiping a stray tear from her eyes. “I am so sorry Marilla. So truly sorry for everything. I have done so many things wrong… I’m not sure if I will ever do anything right.”

She flipped her hand over and held tight to his. “You have made mistakes, Gilbert Blythe. That much is for certain.” He dipped his chin, only for it to be immediately lifted by Marilla’s free hand. “But those made in the past cannot be changed. What is important now is how you grow and learn from those mistakes and how you can prepare for what is to come.”

Gilbert’s eyes burned, tears creating rivers down his cheeks. "I have hurt you all so much Marilla. I have been cruel to Bash, said horrible, heartless things to him. Oblivious to how all of you were feeling. You should all hate me..."

Marilla rounded the bed, placing herself next to him and cupping his face firmly between both of her hands. "You listen here Gilbert Blythe, you push that thought right from your head.” He let out another sob, the tears continuing to pour as Marilla swiped them away with her thumbs. “Bash, Anne, Delphine, Hazel, Diana, Cole. We are your family and we support one another through the darkest of times. We pick each other up when we fall. You have helped us all up at some point or another when we could barely stand.” His lungs were hurting now, he wanted to wail but he fought back to not wake Anne. Marilla continued to stroke his cheeks, wiping every tear before it fell. “Now this time, it is us who have been waiting to pick you up." She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close to her and placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head. “And always know, my darling boy, that we will never stop loving you.”

Gilbert’s entire body shook as he sobbed into her arms. She held him close and let him release every pent up feeling he had held in. Minutes ticked by slowly, the tears flowed but his sobbing ceased, for the tears were no longer out of sadness. Now they were from the relief he didn’t know he needed. Gilbert was home, truly finally home.

———

That night, with Marillas approval, he was allowed to stay in Anne’s room to keep an eye on her. If it was any other situation, he was sure that she would have denied him without hesitation. But as they all sat around the table that evening, each exhausted from the long, stressful day, Anne awoke with such a wail, it would most likely give Gilbert nightmares for weeks. And the sight he saw when he entered Anne’s room, that would surely haunt him for the rest of his days.

Anne flailed violently, the entire bed shaking under her. “Oh my God,” Diana, who had been following close behind with Roy and Cole, gasped and brought her hand over her mouth. Gilbert ran to the bed, immediately rolling Anne onto her side. As her eyes rolled back in her head, he began tracking the length of the seizure. One, two, three-

“What’s happening?” Marilla wailed, running down the hall. She let out a loud cry, stumbling back into Cole’s outstretched arms. “What’s happening to her Gilbert?”

“She’s seizing!” He pulled a few pillows from under head, allowing her lay flat. Thirty-three, thirty-four.

“Will it kill her?” Gilbert swallowed and tried to focus his attention on his counting. Forty, forty-o... “Will she die Gilbert!” Marilla screamed, Cole’s arms being the only thing to keep her upright. “You answer me right this moment!”

“I don’t know!” He snapped, silencing the older woman. “Now everyone, shut up and let me count.” The only noise filling the room was the rattling of Anne’s bed as she continued shaking. Seventy-one, seventy-two, seventy… Anne’s body began to slow its movements, the seizure had come to its end. Her lids remained heavy, her breathing shallow. Everyone except Gilbert exhaled in unison when she let out a single cough.

“Her fever is rising. And if the seizure is any indication, it’s high.” Gilbert said.. “Diana, open the window.” Diana nodded, still in disbelief of what had just happened, and ran to lift the window pane. Gilbert threw Mary’s quilt off of Anne, causing her to shiver.

“What…” Anne whispered, her head rolling towards Gilbert.

“Anne-girl, you just had a seizure. Your fever is elevating and you need to cool down. I’m going to bring you over to the window.” Gilbert picked Anne up in his arms, not evening pausing for a response. He carried her over to the window where he held her close enough that the cool September air could cool her.

As the wind blew in through the window, her eyes opened wider but continued to shiver within his arms. “Don’t leave me Gil. Please don’t leave,” she sobbed quietly into his shirt, her words barely audible.

“Never again,” Gilbert whispered, sliding down the wall so she lay in his lap. He held her close, allowing his body heat to help cease her chills. “Never again,” he repeated, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead.

Marilla sobbed into Cole’s chest, his own terror clear on his face as Roy wrapped both of them in his arms. Diana appeared on the verge of passing out from a combination of exhaustion and fear. It wasn’t until he felt her go limp in his arms and her breathing steady did he bow his head and did something he hadn’t done since he had lost Mary. He prayed.

———

Soft, golden light was streaming through the window when Gilbert decided it was safe to move away from the cool air. Anne’s fever had lowered slightly in the night and he had decided it safe to wrap her in blankets for a few hours. When he went to rise, he noticed his backside was numb from sitting on the floor all evening and he legs felt like jelly. Sitting on a wood floor all night, not your best plan, Gil. He scolded himself, forcing both he and Anne up into a standing position, noticing for the first time just how little Anne was. She’s lost weight so quickly.

Gilbert yawned as he adjusted her into a better position. His eyes were heavy, begging to close and run away from the world if only for a moment. He carefully stepped over a sleeping Diana, who had made a makeshift bed to stay close if help was needed, and placed Anne gently on the bed.

He tucked the blankets tightly around her shivering body and stacked an additional pillow under her head. She let out a collection of coughs, none intense enough to wake her from her deep slumber. A familiar smell wafted through the door as Gilbert rubbed his eyes and demanded they remain open a little while longer.

“Coffee,” Gilbert whispered as he inhaled the scent. Anne stirred in the bed, almost as if she could sense that he was going to exit the room. In truth, he dreaded the thought of leaving her, especially after the promise he had made. But he had been awake for over twenty-four hours and had a feeling he wouldn’t be falling asleep anytime in the near future. He needed coffee. Anne would also be coming do for a breathing treatment as well as another round of medicine. “I’ll be back in a moment, Anne-girl,” he whispered close to her ear, pushing hair away from her eyes.

He stepped over Diana, pausing for a moment to cover her with a blanket that had been kicked off during the night. “Thanks Di.” She snuggled the blanket close, mumbling something along the lines of thank you before drifting back off.

The smell of coffee carried him down the hall, almost as if the magic scent was moving his body for him. Sounds of laughter and silverware clacked against china echoed up the steps. He took the first few steps when a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

“You mean to tell me that skinny little Blythe, who is like half of your size, did that to your face?” Gilberts stomach did a backflip as he took one additional step, peering around the wall to see a full table. Roy and Cole sat on the far end closest to the fire, while Marilla, who looked in desperate need of additional time in her bed, sat at the head with a wild Delly bouncing on her lap. Hazel scurried around the table, depositing freshly fried eggs onto every ones plates.

“I thoughts I had him at firsts.” Roy said, his cut lip now swollen to the size of a small stone. Hazel scooped the last of the eggs onto his plate. “Thanks yous, Miss Lacroixs.”

She nodded, her lips curled in a tight smile as she fought off a laugh and went to filling the coffee cups resting on the table.

The man sitting with his back to the stairs let out a hearty laugh. “I’m gonna be honest, I’m impressed with him. So what did ya say about Queen Anne to earn that type of beating?” Hazel snapped a towel, the corner flicking hard against his neck. He brought a hand up to the sting. “Ow, what was that for Ma?”

Hazel rolled her eyes, looking expectantly at him. “Honestly Sebastian Lacroix, that is not a discussion for the breakfast table.”

“Ah, so save it for lunch.” He couldn’t see Bash’s face but he knew that he was giving his signature grin, which earned a second, less serious eye roll from his mother. Gilbert smirked, feeling comfortable enough to take the rest of the steps. The sounds for forks scraping against plates ceased as the kitchen floor creaked beneath his feet. All members of the table, save one who couldn’t quite bring his eyes from the plate in front of him, stared at him.

Gilbert held up an awkward hand in greeting. “Mornin’.”

“Unsel Gilbur!” His niece rejoiced, leaping from Marillas lap and barreled over.

He bent down, forgetting his exhaustion, and caught her when she jumped into his outstretched arms. He blew a gentle raspberry against her cheek, earning a tiny squeal in return. She grabbed hold of his cheeks, pushing his face away with a toothy grin before brushing her nose with his, their secret greeting. “Good morning, my angel.”

She cast a glance over his shoulder, half expectanting another to come down behind him. “Where Auntie?”

Hazel’s eyes widened, as if her grandchild had just brought up a taboo subject. “Delphine,” she said sternly.

Gilbert locked eyes with her and shook his head. Delphine Lacroix was a smart child, perhaps one of the smartest Gilbert had ever known. And she had a right to know what was going on with one of the most significant people in her life. *Especially if Anne... He pushed the thought from his head and instead went to explaining in a way he felt wouldn’t cause the young girl much distress. “Angel, you know how at times your belly hurts or your throat feels scratchy?” She nodded her head. “Well, that means you’re sick. And Auntie,” he paused, finding himself struggling to speak. Delly’s doe eyes stared up at him, hanging from his every word. He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Auntie is sick, more sick than just a belly ache or a scratchy throat.”

“Oh.” She considered his words before asking. “Ring Auntie treats?” Gilbert smiled, amazed that her young mind associated illness with receiving treats from Anne.

“Not right now, angel,” he spoke softly, hoping his niece would understand.

She contemplated his words again, this time shrugging her shoulders and pointed to the table. “Me hungry.”

Gilbert chuckled softly. “Me hungry too. Let’s go eat.”

He carried her over to the table and dropped into a chair with her on his lap. Hazel brought over a plate of eggs, toast, and perfectly paired with a piping hot cup of coffee. “Thank you, Hazel.”

“Of course,” she said hesitantly. Gilbert buttered the slice toast and handed it to his niece, who began happily munching away on it as he reached for the coffee. He brought the black liquid to his lips and took a large sip. It was as thick as sludge and burned his tongue the moment it entered his mouth but he found himself not caring. After all the events from this weekend, he would drink dish water if it would keep him awake for a while longer.

It was only after drinking half of the mug did he finally notice everyone’s eyes were silently trained on him, no one touching their food or making a peep. The only exception being Bash, who seemed rather enthralled with shoving his eggs off in different directions on his plate. Please look at me. Gilbert wished silently. Please Bash, just give me some sign that you don’t hate me.

Cole was the first to break the awkward silence and asked the question that they all were holding on their tongues. “How is she?”

Gilbert wiped his eyes and adjusted Delphine on his lap. “She had a few additional fits in the night. Each lasting at least sixty seconds.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. Why was the coffee taking so long to kick in? “Her fever thankfully broke enough for her to sleep.”

“That’s a good sign rights?” Roy asked. Gilbert finally caught a good look at the mans face and fought back a grimace at the large bruises and cuts.

“Yes and no.” Gilbert sighed. “It’s good that it went down, but it wasn’t going without a fight. I’m sure we haven’t seen the last of it. She also has started having her coughing fits again.” He took another sip of his coffee and looked across the table at Marilla, the bags under her eyes most likely a reflection of his own. “We should do another breathing treatment, keep her lungs clear.”

“Roy and I will be in charge of water, running it to and fro?” Cole asked.

“It would be appreciated.” Gilbert stabbed an egg in the middle. “Finish up your breakfast and then head out to get started.” He shoved the entire egg in his mouth, chewing thoroughly to not choke. “Hazel…”

“Swallow first.” She scolded. Gilbert forced the eggs down with a loud gulp, earning a giggle from Delly.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Could you please grab the herbs in that bag by the fireplace and begin boiling a kettle? Anne is due for medicine.” Hazel nodded curtly and went about her task.

“And what of me?” Marilla asked, her weary eyes constantly drifting up to the steps. Despite his insistence that she sleep last night, she was up almost hourly checking through a crack in the door to see how her daughter was doing. She tried to stay away, give him space to care for Anne but he would hear her soft sobs coming from just outside the door after a particularly bad coughing fit or seizure.

“You should rest, Mar...”

“As should you,” she snapped. Immediately she took a deep breath and regained her composure. “Just tell me what to do Gilbert.”

He shook his head, he could never win in an argument with Marilla even when he was well rested so what was the point of trying to on no sleep. “Water. She needs to drink. The last time she managed to get down any way from a cup was last afternoon. When we tried to give her some last night, she could barely swallow. So you’re going to need to...” he looked down at Delly, who was paying the conversation no mind as she fed the last bites of her toast to her doll. He still made an effort to keep his voice low so as not to frighten her. “Moisten a rag and put it in her mouth.” Marillas eyes widened. “I know, it sounds barbaric but she is burning from the inside. She needs to hydrate. If she doesn’t...” He let his voice trail off, knowing all those present in the room didn’t need to hear the ending for that sentence to understand it.. “And I’m going to…”

“You’re going to rest,” Bash interrupted, speaking for the first time since Gilbert had walked down the steps. Bash shoveled the last bits of his eggs into his mouth and walked his plate over to the sink.

Gilbert tried to find words. “I have things I need to...”

“Yes, like sleep.” Bash didn’t turn, instead his focus was on the water he began pumping into the sink. “You look like hell, Blythe. Worse than the time foreman made you shovel coal for twelve hours after you sang one too many songs.” He picked up his plate and began scrubbing it gently. “Maybe take time to bathe too, you’re starting to smell worse than a latrine after bean stew day. We can hold down the fort while you take care of yourself for an hour.”

“I can’t do that. I need to be there for her.”

Bash threw down the brush in the soapy water. “*Dammit Blythe, would you stop being so stubborn for once?!”

Stunned silence engulfed the room. The only sound came from the water rushing from the spout and the gentle popping from the fresh log Hazel had just placed in the fire. Even Delly seemed surprised by her fathers outburst, her doll slipping from her small fingers and landing on the floor. Bash exhaled slowly and picked the brush out of the basin and began scrubbing harder.

Marilla cleared her throat. “Well, we all have jobs,” She scooted her chair back and stood. “Best get to it, come along boys.” She began gathering plates, nudging Cole slightly when he didn’t move from his seat.

“Uh yeah. We better...” Cole rose, still staring between the two men..

“Gose. Wese betters gose.” Roy finished, half shoving Cole out the door. Marilla and Hazel shared a glance as Marilla took the kettle and poured its contents into the same cup Gilbert used yesterday.

Hazel cleared her throat. “Uh Delphine,” Delly paused her futile attempts to reach for her doll and looked to her Grandmother. “How about we go and see how Mr. Baynard is doin’ out in the barn?”

Delly shook her head, holding tight to Gilbert’s shirt. “Gilbur come.”

“Delphine,” Hazel scolded. Delly responded by digging her head deep into her uncle's chest. “Delphine Mary Lacroix.” She shook her head, pushing her forehead hard against his sternum.

The pain made Gilbert break his gaze. “Del, listen to Gram Gram please.” She shook her head again, her brown curls bouncing back and forth. He bit his lip, for once hating the stubbornness that she had inherited from him. A horse brayed from just beyond the window, an idea coming to him.

“Hey angel,” Gilbert placed tender fingers under her chin, lifting so her glistening doe eyes were staring back at him. “Auntie Anne is sick, right?” She nodded her head slowly. “Then who is brushing Belle, Butterscotch, and Midnight? And making sure they’re getting their treats?”

Delly’s eyes widened as she leapt off of her uncle's lap and bounded for the door. “Gram gram! Come! Horsies!” She threw open the door, slamming it hard against the wall and running through it.

“Del… Delphine! Wait for me child!” Hazel barrelled after her grandchild, the faintest traces of a smile forming on her lips.

Bash and Gilbert were the only two to remain, the bristles scraping against the porcelain being the only thing to break the silence between the pair. Gilbert stared at his brothers back, anxiety taking hold. *What do I say to him? I need to apologize. I need to tell him how deeply sorry I...

“If you’re finished with your plate, could you bring it to me?” Bash requested as he deposited the final breakfast plate onto the counter.

“Oh uh, yes,” Gilbert mumbled as he stood and brought the plate over. Bash didn’t look up focusing solely on pumping more water into the sink. Handing off the plate, Gilbert finally began to muster courage to speak. “Bash, I want to...”

“You remember when we first heard about Mary? That there was nothing that could be done for her?” Bash interrupted, scrubbing hard against the plate.

“Uh, yes, I do…” Gilbert replied, feeling the slightest bit confused. “But Bash I want…”

Bash ignored him. “I was so angry. Angry at God, angry at doc, angry at Elijah… angry at myself. I hated myself the most, thinking how could I let this happen to my love. I was supposed to provide for her, protect her.” Gilbert watching his hand press harder into the plate with every word. “And I felt… I felt like I couldn’t talk to anyone. No one could possibly understand my rage or my pain. I wanted to hide away from the world.” His hands ceased moving, his eyes drifting out the window. “And then you found me. And you told me you would be there for me. Always. So when I found out you would be gone...” Bash’s voice trailed off but Gilbert didn’t need him to finish, he understood now why he had been upset. It wasn’t because Bash would be taking on an additional load of work, it would be because he was losing one of the only remaining members of his family.

Gilbert stepped closer, reaching tentatively for his brothers shoulder. “Bash… I am so...”

Bash ignored him once again and began scrubbing the already pristine plate, his voice began to crack. “I thought to myself, he has no right to be angry at me. I am the one that is being left behind. You were running off to go live your perfect life with a pretty little wife. Leaving behind me and Delphine and your home. And then I remembered why you came back.” His words came out hoarse as he placed the plate down to be dried. “The woman you love, really truly love, is sick. Dying maybe. Which made me think… that maybe you are feelin’ the same anger I felt.” Bash finally met looked Gilbert head on, his eyes beginning to red around the rims. “I was selfish. I hope...”

Gilbert threw his arms around his brothers shoulders and squeezed as hard as he could. Bash’s breath quivered as he returned the hug, wrapping his arms so tightly around Gilberts chest that breathing became a challenge.

“I’m the one who is sorry, brother.” Gilbert mumbled into Bash’s shoulder. “I have been so oblivious to the world around me and focusing solely on my desires.” His voice broke as a sob was working it’s way up. “Mary...”

“Would be so proud of you.” Bash pulled away, grasping tightly to his brothers shoulders.

Gilbert shook his head. “No she wouldn’t. She would be ashamed of the mess I made.”

Bash chuckled. “You have caused a right good mess, haven’t you?” Gilbert smirked as Bash patted his cheek. “No Blythe, she would be proud that you are learning from your mistakes. And through each one, you have found your way home. And more importantly,” he threw his chin over his shoulder to the stairs, “You made your way back to her.”

Gilbert knitted his eyebrows together. “How do you...”

“I know that temper of yours only flares up when Anne is involved. And by the look of that rich boy’s face, I would say it exploded.”

Gilbert touched his scabbed knuckles instinctively, his cheeks burning in embarrassment. “Yeah… may have gone a tad too far.”

“No kiddin’.” They exchanged knowing glances, immediately bursting in roars is hearty chuckles. He should feel guilty, knowing that Anne was upstairs struggling deeply, but he had to admit: the laughter felt good after days filled with fear and anger. It made it feel like old times, times before Paris and engagements. Before times of lossed loved ones.

At the thought of Mary, Gilbert’s stomach dropped. There was one last aspect he needed forgiveness for. “Bash,” Gilbert said seriously.

Bash stopped chuckling but a smile still played on his lips all the same. “Yes Blythe.”

Gilbert inhaled nervously. “I need to let you know how deeply I regret the cruel words I said about you and Mary.” Bash’s smile faded, suddenly realize just how serious this conversation has turned. Gilbert continued, “I have never thought that those things about either of you. Or of your marriage. I know the love the two of you shared… it was something of pure magic.” Bash nodded slowly, digesting the words. Gilbert began to grow anxious at the silent response he was receiving. “I hope one day you can forgive me or I can find a way to atone for them.”

Bash stopped nodding and rubbed his chin. “You finished?” Gilbert bit his lip and nodded. Bash grabbed hold of his brothers shoulder, readying to pull him into what Gilbert thought would be another hug and smiled softly. Gilbert smiled back, relief washing over him for the briefest of moments until he felt a fist plunged into his stomach.

“Christ Bash,” he sputtered as he doubled over. He couldn't catch his breath and felt the beginnings of his breakfast wanting to make a reappearance.

Bash smirked as helped his stumbling brother over to the sink, clapping him gently on the back. “It’s alright Blythe,” Gilbert spit into the sink as his mouth began to salivate. “Let it out.” Bash rubbed his back, a laugh laying in his tone.

“A little...” More saliva in the sink. “Warning would have been ni...” He gagged, unable to hold down the entirety of his breakfast from falling into the sink. .

“Ah! There we go!” Bash cheered, handing Gilbert the towel he has slung over his shoulder. “Good to know you can throw a punch better than you can take one.”

Gilbert glared at his laughing brother as he swiped the towel from him.“Yeah. We even?” He asked as he wiped his mouth.

Bash smirked, holding out his hand. “For now.” Gilbert rolled his eyes and threw the vomit covered towel at Bash’s chest. He caught it before it hit him, mocking disgust before tossing it aside before holding his arms out to hug Gilbert. “Come here, Gilby Goo.”

He happily accepted the hug, holding tight to Bash once more. “Love you Bash,” Gilbert whispered into his brother's shirt.

“Paris made you soft brother,” Bash said it jokingly but the tone of his voice was filled with an underlying tone of love. Gilbert understood that in his brothers own special way, that the insult was his own way of expressing his love for him.

The kitchen door slammed open and they quickly pulled apart from the other just in time to see Delly skip into the kitchen, sights set directly on her father and uncle. She ran over to them, jumping up excitedly as she announced. “Papa, Gilbur! Pretty lady here!”

Bash and Gilbert exchanges glances, knowing all too well that there was only one person Delly referred to as the “pretty lady”.

“It is a pleasure to see you again, ma’am! Here, let me take those heavy cases for you.” Hazel said from the porch.

A soft voice responded. “Oh, Miss Lacroix, you don’t need to-“

“Nonsense! You have travelled all this way, the least I can do is help you with your bags!” The screen door creaked open.

“This should be fun.” Bash mumbled under his breath as he placed a gentle hand on his daughter’s shoulders.

“Well actually they’re for Gilbert…” Her voice was tender as she stepped over the threshold. Gilbert swallowed as his eyes glued immediately to the woman’s face, which glowed with a radiant smile and sparkling sapphire eyes. The dark shade of blue on her dress flattered each of her curves perfectly and should have left him breathless but it never did. When her eyes found Gilbert’s, her entire demeanor seemed to falter, the air of elegance turning into something much less.

“It is so kind of you to bring Gilbert’s things.” Hazel busseled in the door behind Winnie, her tone still excites from the new company. “I’m sure he will appreciate… my lord Gilbert, are you feelin’ well?” Hazel questioned.

Out of the corner of his eye, Gilbert saw Bash pointing to the corner of his mouth, indicating a stray egg that he had missed with the towel. Gilbert quickly swiped the back of his hand across his lips, wiping away any last traces of vomit and nodded. “Just ate too quickly this morning.” He said with an awkward laugh.

“Anyway,” Hazel said slowly, clearly unconvinced. “Miss Rose has arrived with your things,” Lifting a dark leather case. *Yet another gift from your supposed in-laws. Gilbert bit his lip at the thought as Hazel continued. “Where would you like to me to put them?”

Words suddenly became foreign to him. He couldn’t find himself focus on any one word or person. Not with Winnie standing in the same room as him, giving him an expression he couldn’t clearly read. To him, deciding to break off the engagement has been easy, but now, seeing the woman whose heart he was going to break before the day was out...he felt like Bash has punched him in the gut for a second time.

Bash looked between the young couple, sensing the tension. He cleared his throat and nudged Delly slightly to the side as he reached for the bag. “Here Ma, why don’t we leave Blythe’s suitcase here and then head back out to the barn? Give these two some time alone.”

Confusion crossed Hazel’s face until she looked between the young couple staring at one another. “Ah yes of course. Uh, here.” She handed her son the suitcase and awkwardly continued to look between the young couple. Bash tossed the bag back into Gilbert’s chest, which he caught blindly. He couldn’t seem to move his eyes away from Winnie as he still tried to figure out her expression.

Delly shifted anxiously. “Me hungry!” She declared loudly.

Hazel rolled her eyes. “I swear child, you are going to eat us all out of house and home!” It was meant to ease the tension that seemed to be ever growing but it fell short.

Bash smiled down at his daughter and picked her up. “Come along my sweets. Let’s let Uncle Gilby and Miss Rose have some space.”

She crossed her arms and scolded her father. “Papa, Unsle Gilbur.”

“Right right, Unsle Gilbur, not Gilby.” Bash laughed, stepping towards the door before giving a small nod to Winnie. “Always a pleasure, Winnie.”

Winifred finally broke her stare with Gilbert and offered a polite smile. “As you, Sebastian.” He smiled in return, shooting a glance over to Gilbert before carrying his daughter out the door to play outside.

Wisps of curls moved slightly as the door closed behind her and her gaze returned to Gilbert. “Hello,” she said, the corners of her mouth lifting as she addressed him for the first time.

“Hi,” was all Gilbert could squeak out, his leather bag being held tightly to his chest. Winifred bit her lip, both appearing to be lost for words once more.

“I can make you something while I make Delly a snack Miss Rose!” Hazel sputtered out. Both sets of eyes traveled over to her in confusion as she laughed awkwardly. “Yes, that’s what I will do. I’ll make you something.” She immediately walked to the stove, grabbing pots and pans from the shelf above. “Eggs, toast?”

“Oh, no thank you Miss Lacroix. I won’t...” She stopped herself. “I’m not hungry at the moment. Thank you kindly for the offer though.”

“Oh,” Hazels face fell. Her eyes scanned the room quickly before landing on a basket of fruit. “Well I uh, I will take Delphine her snack!” Grabbing a plump red apple from the bowl and shining on her apron. “Ah perfect. I uh, will leave you two be, then.” Her words fell upon deaf ears as she exited the kitchen.

Gilbert shifted his weight, wondering what to say to make this any easier on her. He just needed to muster some courage but none seemed like it would come. Just get it over with. It’s going to hurt her either way. “Win...”

“You should go get changed.” She interrupted with urgency.

Gilbert’s jaw sat slacked. “Uh…”

Winnie took a deep breath, her voice calmer and said, “Sorry, I just mean, perhaps you would like to change before we talk. You’re in the same clothes I saw you in on Saturday.”

Gilbert bit the inside of his cheek, realizing she was correct. He desperately wanted to get out of the clothes that Anne had been coughing all over for days. Another realization dawned. It had only been a little over a day since he had last seen Winifred. And somehow, within that time frame, he had decided to break off the engagement and realized his true feelings for Anne.

“I’ll, uh, be right back,” he mumbled, trying to not reveal his shock and clambered up the stairs.

——

Gilbert splashed water from the basin on his face before glancing back up at himself in the mirror. The man he was staring at was similar to the one he saw a few nights ago. His chestnut curls cling to his face and his eyes were beginning to red around the edges, but he looked older, like this weekend had aged him. Or perhaps it was simply the lack of sleep. He knew he should close his eyes for a short while but with the height of his anxiety, he knew that wouldn’t be possible. Okay Gilbert, you can do this. It is not good for either of you to drag this out any longer.

He readied to head out the door, even went so far as grabbing the door knob before turning around and started pacing about Jerry’s room. “For Lord’s sake Gilbert,” he whispered quietly to himself. “You just need to get it over with.” After everything she’s done for you. Her family has done for you, you’re just going to break her heart. Two years you’ve been engaged! Two years! What kind of monster are you?

Gilbert groaned, shaking his head and sending water flying about the room. He had to do this. It would be a cruel disservice to continue along with this engagement when he knew that he loved another. Winnie was a wonderful woman and she deserved someone that would give her his heart fully. “Alright, I can do this.” His voice shook, trying hard to find any small amount of courage.

He caught a glance at himself in the mirror once more and straightened himself. “You have to do this.” He said with more confidence. Turning towards the door and this time without hesitation, he took the knob and clicked the door open, entering the hallway. Anne’s door sat ajar, a soft voice flowing from its opening.

“When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side,” he peered through the crack. Winnie sat in the chair next to Anne’s bed, an emerald book cracked open in her hands. Her voice was melodic as she read, not filled with the passion and vivacity that Anne would, but it was calming. “Not a tree nor a house broke the broad sweep of flat country that reached to the edge of the sky in all directions. The sun had baked the plowed land...”

He rapped his knuckles gently against the oak door, causing Winnie to jump and the book slipping from her fingers onto the floor. She looked at him, holding her hand to her chest. “Oh darling, you frightened me.”

“You shouldn’t be here, Win,” he whispered, not out of cruelty but of concern.

Winifred rolled her eyes and bent to pick up the fallen book, closing it and placing it gently on Anne’s bedside table. “Honestly Gilbert, I work in a doctor’s practice. I’m not frightened by the sick.” She glanced to Anne, whose breathing quivered as she shook from her chills. Winnie pulled the quilt up just below Anne’s chin. “Besides, someone needed to sit with her. Diana, who looked almost as ghastly as you, needed to go eat and clean herself up. And Miss Cuthbert went to check on how the water boiling was coming along.” She reached into the water basin beside the bed, ringing out a cool rag before placing it on Anne’s burning forehead. “Not to mention, I am also someone who hasn't been awake for two days and don’t mind taking care of a friend while the rest of you rest for a moment.”

He wasn’t sure how to respond, so instead he let his eyes drift to the book. “That is the book you got for her in Paris, right?” He asked as he crossed the room and picked it up. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz was written across the center in metallic gold lettering.

Winnie nodded, her eyes not quite meeting Gilberts. “I figured she would rather hear a story than anything I have to say.”

Gilbert looked down and saw an expression that surprised him. Her features were not filled with anger or envy, but instead they looked calm and slightly sad. “Miss Cuthbert said she seized last evening,” she whispered sadly, her eyes not leaving Anne’s scarlet cheeks.

“Yes,” he put the book down and bent over to adjust the rag on Anne’s forehead so water wouldn’t soak her hair. Slowly, he moved stray curls behind her ear before he went to wiping a stray droplet of water from her cheek. “She seems okay for now. Tired. But I’m expecting it to spike again soon.” He pulled away, realizing his hands lingered much too long.

Winifred bit her lip. “Darling?” she said to grab his attention.

“Hmm?”

“When Miss Cuthbert returns, will you walk with me? ”

He breathed deeply, knowing that the minute he was alone with her, he would have to do the task he was dreading. “I shouldn’t stray too far from here…”

“Just a short one, only to the edge of Green Gables.” He pulled his stare from the sleeping woman and looked at the one standing across from him. Her eyes had begun to glisten. She knows. “Please.”

Now's the time for you to be a man, Gilbert. “Okay.”

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