#...and she felt like she'd lose something that made her 'special' (her words)...

[uncanny-tranny]

You don't become less trans the more you transition. No matter how long you've been on hormones, no matter if you've gotten every surgery you want, no matter if you appear to be cis - none of that negates your belonging to the trans community.

I've seen some trans people worried that they would almost stop being trans or belonging because they've gotten bottom surgery, or top surgery, or start appearing cis, and let me tell you... none of that, ultimately, changes you on an ontological level. Yes, all these things are affirming, and it's safe to say that if you got it, you life can be so much better for it. But it doesn't change the fact that you belong, that if you're trans, you're trans.

Do what makes you most at peace. You still belong no matter what, people aren't going to love you less.

[mc-lukanette]

Thanks. I should be there in five minutes.

The reply came a few seconds later.

Okay! I'll keep an ear out for you!

Near the end of those five minutes, Luka was still dashing down the sidewalk, mentally cursing himself for daring to almost be late. They didn't have any particular plans and he'd only really said it as a guess that didn't mean much, but he could just imagine Marinette standing by the door with her hearing trained intensely on it.

It would've been cute if he wouldn't have felt bad for it.

He knew it wasn't technically his fault. He'd nearly been recognized and she tended to be his safe place to go to, but then most of the detours he knew of had him running into more risk. Hiding his hair and the lower half of his face apparently weren't enough anymore to stop people from doing a double take at him.

Maybe he'd been in this place for too long on his break, but she was there. He simply didn't want to leave, not if it meant losing the "rock star's safe haven," as he called it in his head.

Footsteps still pounding as he ran, he was within arm's reach of the door when it flew open. Without a word, he slipped inside and Marinette shut it behind him. He let himself breathe, pushing his hood up and pulling his face mask down.

Sighing in relief, he said, “You're a lifesaver, as always,”

She laughed him off. “You don't have to go that far.”

“But I do,” he replied. “You're risking a lot letting me hide here. If anyone finds out you're doing it—”

“Stop.“ She raised a hand, turning her face away from him with a faint blush. “It's really not a big deal.”

He pouted a bit, but let the praise go for the time being. He understood, on some level, that she'd done it before for other famous people she knew (the people he'd have to thank if he ever met them, since it led to him meeting her), but it didn't make it any less special.

Not to him, anyway.

Marinette, strolling across the room and waving a hand at all the seating in the living room, asked without looking back at him, “You want any snacks?”

Any kind of food sounded good after the running he did. “Please. Anything's fine.”

As she left the room, he went and plopped himself down on the recliner, going about removing the hoodie he'd been using to keep himself hidden. He also took off the face mask entirely and set them both neatly on the table.

She returned from the kitchen a moment later, tossing a bag of chips at him and sitting down on the couch with one of her own. She popped it open, then hesitated before asking him, “Do you like soup?”

He nodded impulsively, though he honestly was neutral to it overall. “Why?”

“I was gonna make some later, and I—” She made an unreadable gesture. “—I bought too many ingredients when I was at the store, so there'd be leftovers if you didn't have any.”

Huh. Luka didn't doubt that she could've made a mistake on her mental shopping list, but more of all of her ingredients sounded too odd to be a mistake. He could've sworn as well that she'd told him how much she didn't like leftovers, back when she'd ramble about her creative process and forcing herself to take a break by cooking or baking something everyday.

Unless, of course, Marinette had intentionally prepared to make more because of him, in which case he wasn't lying anymore about liking soup.; it just so happened to have shot up on his list of appealing foods all of a sudden.

“We can't have that,” he said with a grin, opening the chip bag in his hands. “Do you mind me staying that long?”

“Not at all!” she insisted. She dug into her own bag and pulled out a single chip, telling him before she put it in her mouth, “Besides, I want to catch up. Have you come up with any new music?”

“No—” He caught himself, realizing it was the instinctive answer he'd been giving to anyone involved with his rock star life, then corrected to, “Nothing I want out there.”

“Oh.” She leaned back, thoughtful. “I get it. Sometimes I make something just for me without wanting to put it out there. I didn't know it worked the same for music.”

He tried not to be obvious about the hearts in his eyes he was throwing her way. She just got him so easily and he did the same for her. He didn't have that many creative people in his life, but even those he did have saw creativity as something so casual. He cared dearly for his sister's wife, for example, yet knew that the finer nuances of creating things went over her head.

Marinette hummed, somewhat disconcerted. “You're not in any... trouble, are you?” She pouted, twisting a corner of the chip bag to the point it formed wrinkles. “I know how much people think we can just rush the process.”

He smiled, appreciating the concern, and shrugged at her. ”They do want me to get back out there, but I'm not going to force it.”

There was a flicker of what he was fairly sure was disappointment in her eyes when he mentioned touring again. He didn't comment on it, but silently hoped he'd caught it correctly and it wasn't just him.

Reaching into his bag for a few chips, he took one between his lips and tipped his head back, opening his mouth to send the chip fully in from the momentum. He chewed, swallowed, then gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Or maybe I'll just retire.”

“Wha—?” Marinette was so shocked that her tightened grip on the bag audibly crushed a couple of poor chips. “Retire?”

Luka had never said it aloud to anyone before, but he had been thinking about it for a few months now. At first, it was more like a joke to himself, an amusing musing on if he did quit and how much chaos that would've spread across the world from the suddenness of it. Then, it became more serious the more he joked about it, thinking about how free he would be and how much he wouldn't have to wither away like whenever he was forced to make something he genuinely wasn't invested in. He thought it would be easier when he initially started out, that he could just create and wouldn't have to bear witness to parts of himself he didn't like.

In what should've been obvious to him, it hadn't ended up that way. He glanced over to check Marinette's reaction and, rather than any displeasure with the idea, she appeared sad for him.

“I didn't know it was that bad,” she admitted. “I thought you just didn't like people recognizing you in your off time.”

“I don't, but it's everything else too,” he explained. Giving her a reassuring smile, he added, “And you couldn't have known. I've never told anyone else before.”

Her cheeks turned to his favorite shade of pink. She averted her eyes to her chips, taking another couple into her mouth and chewing them as she thought over what he'd said. Letting out a small, puzzled noise in the back of her throat, she finally asked the obvious, “Why haven't you yet? Retired, I mean.”

He'd finished the other chips in his hand by then and set the bag aside to focus fully on her. “I... don't have that many places to go. I live on my own, so it'd be hard to not go out. I'd just get recognized all over again, and my sister's famous and married, so I can't stay with her while I wait for everything to die down.”

As much as he would've liked it to be simple, it wasn't. Also, while he wouldn't have told Marinette as much directly, he wouldn't have wanted to give up on their time together. It might've been a little selfish of him, but—

“What if you stayed with me?” she blurted out, turning her body and leaning onto the arm of the couch to face him.

He opened his mouth, almost instantly saying “yes,” but stopped himself to ask, “...What?”

She pushed against the couch with the hand not holding her bag of chips, straightening herself back up and awkwardly elaborating, “Because—well, you already come here? It's already safe, and if you were okay with it then why not, right? I won't bring anyone here either, so...”

“Wait,” he interrupted because, as fast as his heart was pounding at the opportunity, he wouldn't dare risk holding her back in any way. “I don't want you to stop yourself from bringing someone home just for my sake.”

“Huh?” She blinked at him, as if he'd somehow misunderstood whatever she'd been trying to say. Then, wide-eyed and blushing deeper, she shook her head. “No, it's—I meant... I'm not going to bring anyone anyway. That's why it's alright.”

A beat of silence passed between the both of them. Luka knew from all the little moments when Marinette had spoken about romance that she wasn't aromantic, nor had she ever talked about giving up on love entirely, yet she seemed certain that he wasn't going to end up as a third wheel in her house.

He considered asking, considered multiple possibilities without assuming anything specifically, but she bounced up from the couch before he could get anything out.

“O-oh wow! I should really get started on that soup and, ah—don't worry, you don't have to give me an answer right now!” She turned away swiftly, took a few steps, then paused and looked at the chip bag in her hand. Without glancing back, she tossed the bag towards him and offered, “You can finish that if you want.”

He caught it with both hands and watched her go. After she'd disappeared from his view and into the kitchen, he let his eyes drop to the bag, seeing the chips and the crumbled pieces from when she'd gripped it earlier.

Despite that, his own bag didn't look as appetizing anymore, so he plucked a single, broken chip and slipped it between his lips. His mind was already conjuring scenarios in his head without any effort on his part, imagining what it might be like if he actually lived with her instead of just visiting.

He could still make money with music so long as he could do it without showing his face, thus there wasn't much worry about not being able to pay for his staying there. He was certain that Marinette would give him the guest room, and then they'd end up spending their mornings together. He could find ways to lessen her stress or help out around the house, and he would be there whenever she came home after going out.

To say it was tempting was an understatement. Even the clamor of pots, pans, and the openings of the fridge and cupboards as she shuffled about for her ingredients was like music to his ears.

Swallowing the half chip and finding that it suddenly tasted sweet going down, he thought to himself, No excuse anymore, Couffaine.

[kazanfamily]

Pristine Cut spoilers!

You have been warned.

So, I did a full playthrough of Slay the Princess last night, not trying to go for completionism, just wanting to see as much new content as I could. I did it all in one go, and at the end I was going to sleep at 3 AM.

By complete accident, the order that I chose things came together in a neat storyline, and I'm still emotional about it so I really needed to share this.

1. The Cage

I kept the knife when I went to see her. Didn't even know if it was actually possible to leave it.

The endless cycle played out, with the princess resigned to her fate.

I felt like she could have been so much more (from a personal, not writing perspective). I was sure that if she'd just stopped insisting we didn't have a choice, we might have been able to figure something out together.

2. Apotheosis

I reached this path by making choices that no one was happy with but me. I rejected both the Narrator and the Princess.

Even when she showed me a wonderful world outside, I fought back. She was hurting me, and I didn't want that reward if that's what it meant going through.

I went against her wishes, and made us both suffer together.

3. The Fury

Another chapter about making my own choices. She wanted me to fight back so badly, but I decided not to.

As she unraveled me, I could still see her through all of my tiny pieces. I could feel that she was losing herself, just as I was.

When she was too tired to continue, it felt like we'd broken through a cycle and a new option had been presented.

I extended my hand, and we left together.

4. Happily Ever After

I had made my choices, and now it was time for the Princess to make hers.

She had been a perfect creature, existing for the sole purpose of making me happy. When I asked her what she wants, I created doubt in her mind. I presented the option of living for herself.

The last torch went out as I asked what she wanted for herself, so I went with her and we danced under the stars together.

5. The Princess and The Dragon

Have you noticed that I ended all the previous chapters with the word "together"? Well, this one was the culmination of it all.

Even before I knew about the expansion, I already loved the choice needed to get here, feeling it had so much potential. The result did not disappoint, and I can safely say this is my favourite chapter in the game now.

When it was just me and the Princess, the first thought on my mind was guilt. To get here, I needed to insist on slaying her at every opportunity. But she didn't resent me.

Then, I saw "me" coming down the stairs, and something started shifting. It felt strange and scary. I was glad not to be there with them.

When I got back in my body, I screamed: "No no no please bring me back, I want to be with her!" I showed my regret to let her know I was in there, then trusted her with the knife.

When she threw it out the window, the storyline I had been following this whole time became clear to me. Our story was one of autonomy. About making the choices that felt right for me, even if they were "wrong" for everyone else.

"And? What happens next?" Was the ending I went for. That decision became obvious right at that moment.

Overall thoughts

Slay the Princess was already one of the most impeccable games of all time in my opinion. Needless to say, @blacktabbygames delivered just as expected with one masterpiece of a chapter after another.

As mentioned, Princess and the Dragon was my favourite part of it. Being in the Princess' shoes felt like living through one of those many AUs people run here on Tumblr, and I mean that in the best way possible.

But Happily Ever After deserves a special mention as well. Those two were some of the Princesses that feel the most natural and like real people, right up there with the Thorn. It was very nice seeing the Damsel finally be able to break free of her design.

The dancing under the stars scene was probably my favourite part in all this. It felt like a much needed moment for the both of us. They certainly delivered on the trailer, that's for sure.

Sadly, when I first got into Slay the Princess, I didn't play blind. I watched someone else first, and the route I got when I finally bought it was something I specifically picked out because I already knew what would happen.

But even though I was intentionally going after the new content, this expansion still allowed me to create a story that felt truly mine, and I'm grateful for it.

That said, I'd like to hear a standing ovation for Abby and Tony Howard, who once again graced us with an absolute masterpiece of art and storytelling. Keep up the amazing work, you two and all the people involved. I love you all <3

[wildandsmile]

＊✿❀ Under the Fireworks ❀✿＊

Summary: You and your best friend had a routine of taking turns to accompany his grandmother, ensuring her safety. However, things began to change, and a significant turning point came one fateful night.

Tw: Death, Trauma (nothing crazy), Sad Memories

Wc: 3.6k

Kinks:Dom Itto, Sub Reader Bitting, Pet Name, Size difference, Chocking, Growling,Fingering, Exhibitionism,Breeding, Cream-pie, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v) and Rough sex

An: Happy Day 4 of Kinktober, sorry if the smut sucks on this one it’s like 1 in the morning my writ schedule sucks I know. I’ll probably re do this week until then.

Enjoy!

You and Itto had grown really tight over time, so much so that he even let you meet his gang and his sweet Grandma. It made you feel like you were part of something truly special. Itto had even opened up about how most folks didn't treat him well, and some even try threaten his dear Grandma, which you found utterly terrible. That's when you stepped in, offering to look after his Grandma while he and his gang set off on their exciting escapades. And he couldn't have been happier about your offer.

And that's how you found yourself right here, perched on Grandma Oni's front porch, patiently awaiting Itto's return. Grandma Oni was well aware of what the two of you were up to, taking turns to safeguard her, ensuring nothing would harm her. Naturally, she felt the need to ensure her beloved children were cared for, even though you reassured her it wasn't necessary. Without fail, she'd emerge with a platter of freshly sliced oranges and a steaming cup of tea. It was undeniably the most heartwarming gesture. After losing your own grandmother and seeing your grandfather fall into a deep despair, which only worsened with the Vision Hunt Decree, these moments felt like a comforting embrace.

Feeling like a child again brought a few tears to your eyes, but you didn't have much time to dwell on it. Grandma Oni stepped outside, this time carrying more than just her tea and oranges. She held a large red book, piquing your curiosity. As you wiped away your tears, you couldn't help but ask her about the book's contents. She looked at you with a warm smile and said, "It's a photo album."

You gazed at her in confusion, wondering why she had a photo album when she had no children or grandchildren. But she took a seat beside you and started flipping through the pages. To your surprise, it was filled with pictures of her and a young baby Itto. You couldn't help but chuckle at the adorable photos of baby Itto, watching him play in the dirt, take his first steps, and even hold a sword for the very first time.

The two of you continued to leap through the book, immersing yourselves in the memories captured in those photographs. You couldn't help but shed tears as you saw not only pictures of a young Grandma Oni but also snapshots of her with her late husband. It was bittersweet, and your mind drifted to fond memories of you and your own grandmother once again . You missed those times when you could visit her after a tough day, rest your head in her lap, and feel her gentle touch as she brushed your hair and cleaned your ears.

Reality jolted you back when a sharp pain gripped your arm. Blinking away your tears, you found Itto standing before you, his face a mix of hurt and anger, concern etched into his features.

Before you could utter a word, Itto began shouting so loudly that you feared your eardrums might burst. "Hannii, what's wrong? Did someone hurt you? Why are you crying? Who did this? I'll gut them like a fish!" His barrage of questions seemed never-ending, and you placed your hand on his forearm, causing him to release his grip. You glanced down, noticing the imprint of Itto's hand on your forearm.

After examining your arm, you looked back at Itto, his face still contorted with the same emotion. Letting out a long sigh, you reached up and gently placed your hand on his cheek, softly rubbing your thumb against his skin. He grasped your hand and sighed deeply, saying, "I'm sorry, Hannii. When I saw you crying, I panicked. I didn't know what to do. I thought someone might have hurt you or Grandma Oni. I just panicked." You nodded slowly, continuing to caress his cheeks. You had only seen Itto like this once before, back when a group of Treasure Hoarders had attacked you and Grandma.

You managed to fend off those Treasure Hoarders because they weren't Vision holders, but you did end up with a few nasty cuts and burns. That day, you swear Itto transformed into a different person. It was like his horns grew larger, his anger intensified, and his elemental energy surged. After a while, you could hardly recognize him. But once he regained his senses, he dashed off into the woods, apologizing for you having to witness that side of him.

Of course, you didn't mind at all. In fact, you found that form rather enticing, though you couldn't admit it. How could you tell your friend of almost four years that you had a crush on him? It's not like he occupied your thoughts every day or made you blush at his playful antics—absolutely not. You'd just bury those feelings deep down because there was no way someone like him could ever be interested in someone like you, right?

You didn't have much time to dwell on it because Grandma Oni stepped outside and insisted that both of you come in you swear you don’t remember her going back inside but you shake that thought away and head in. But not before she gave Itto a stern talking-to about his shouting, warning him that if he kept it up, he'd scare all the fish away from the Inazuma coast. It only made Itto laugh even harder, and Grandma Oni responded by playfully smacking him with one of her shoes, making him exclaim, "Hey, I wasn't ready for that, you know!"

With that, she walked off to the kitchen, likely to prepare dinner for everyone. You always offered to help, but she insisted on doing it herself, considering it her way of thanking both of you for watching over her all day. Her compliments never failed to brighten your day. However, this left you alone in the dining room with Itto, who, as usual, was playing with his Onikabuto beetles. He insisted they were more than just bugs, and though you didn't quite understand, you supported his passion nonetheless.

You noticed him stealing glances at you from across the table, but whenever you met his gaze, he quickly averted his eyes, making you raise an eyebrow. "I know you were looking at me, Itto. What's going on? It better not be another one of your silly pranks," you remarked, giving him a stern look.

He didn't say anything; instead, he pulled out a poster and handed it to you. The poster announced the Lights Festival tonight in the Chinju Forest, open to all ages. You glanced up at Itto, then back down at the paper, and back up at him. It suddenly dawned on you that he might be asking you on a date, or at least that's what you hoped. But you wanted to be certain, so you decided to clarify his intentions.

In a casual tone, you asked, "Are you asking me out on a date, Itto?" He didn't respond immediately, but you noticed the tips of his ears turn red as he slowly looked up at you and gave a quick nod. Before you could let your excitement take over, Grandma Oni entered with a large tray of food for everyone. As she set the food down, she couldn't help but comment, "About time this meathead asked you out." Her remark made you blush at the thought of actually going on a date with him.

And so, that's how you found yourself in the forest, dressed up nicely in one of Grandma Oni's old kimonos. It was a stunning bright red and orange, just like the colors of the fireworks you were about to see.

But something didn't feel right; Itto was nowhere to be found. He had asked you to wait, claiming he had something to attend to quickly, but it had been almost an hour. You started to worry that he might have stood you up, but then you remembered who you were on a date with. There was no way he'd do that. Maybe he got lost.

With that thought in mind, you began to wander through the forest, searching high and low for any sign of Itto. The more you looked, the emptier it seemed. Just as you were on the verge of giving up hope, you heard faint grunts and what sounded like your name being called in a hushed tone.

＊✿❀ Smut Time ❀✿＊

Following the voices brings you to a massive tree that appears to have been her long before you. But you didn't have time to take in its beauty before you heard your name again, and this time it should sound more like a moan than a groan.

Slowly making your way around the tree, you see nothing at first, but once you get to the other side of the tree, you see Itto, but he wasn't in the same form or state he was before, no now he was two times his normal size, and his teeth were so large that they turned into tusks. It was similar to when you saw him trying to defend you, but this time it appeared much worse, not to mention he was using his large calloused hands to slowly pump his cock.

You had no idea what to do as you stood there with your crush and what you believe to be his true form masterbationing to the concept of you. You wouldn't lie looking at him like this made you feel a little bit hot yourself but you didn't want to get caught by anyone so you turn around to walk away but while you were stepping back you stepped into a branch causing Itto to look up at you his eyes were bloodshot and his breath was so heavy you could see it clear turning to you he sees that it's you and begins walking towards you thought he was going to say something hell you thought he might even eat you.

To your astonishment, he pulls you into a deep kiss and screams into your ear, "I need you please," to which you reply by slowly kissing him back and murmuring, "Ok."With a seductive breath, your fingers entangled sensually in Itto's silky strands of hair. Itto, driven by want, carefully nibbles on your neck, sending waves of pleasure flowing through your sensitive skin.

You try to cover your mouth so that no one else outside can hear your moan, but immediately as your hand cups your mouth, it falls open. "Please don't hold back, that sweet voice," Itto says, his voice tinged with longing, definitely hungry. Itto looked intently into your lovely eyes, which sparkled with an enticing mix of desire and passion. "Look at you all flustered," Itto adds as his breath shortens and he starts kissing your neck like a piece of meat.

His enormous beast-like hands caressed your sensuous contours as his long nails teased and traced a path along the valley on your breast all the way down to your tight cunt. Itto seductively parted his lips and said, "You know, while I'm in this form, I can hear your heart racing right, and right now I can tell it's racing for me pretty badly" after that he let out a loud chuckle in his ture Oni form it made you feel safe like it was still him inside their even though it didn't look like it.

But you don't have long to consider it before Itto pushes his lips into yours. He cuts your lips with his teeth at first, but this only appears to rile him up more as the flavor of saliva and blood mixes into your mouths.

Itto then looks at you, your eyes locked together as your lips continue to fiercely collide with his, yet as he pulls away to allow your lungs the air they require, you can't help but feel a craving for his delicate yet rough touch. He must have felt the same way because his lips crushed into yours again not long after.

This time, the kiss was gentler and softer, as if it sent you to cloud nine. You were so engrossed in it that you didn't notice when he slid his buff head down to your legs and pushed them open, giving him an even greater view of your body."You're excited, aren't you?" Itto adds, growling into the kiss.

Itto begins to remove your kimono without hesitation while instructing you to remain still."Come one Hannii, stay still for me, I don't want to cut you with my claws," Itto said seductively as he carefully lifted the hem of your kimono. He'd finally gotten rid of all the bothersome garments, but now that he was looking at you through the moonlight, he could see how lovely you were. Everything about you was flawless.

"I can't believe you're all mine." Itto replies, his stare filled with list, as he begins to fondle your body, rubbing his enormous calloused hands along your smooth breast, gently playing with your stiff nipples. "You like this, don't you?" Itto asks as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and slowly begins to tease the other with his nail nips. You couldn't possibly respond. The most you could do was nod and mutter something incoherent. But, of course, Itto was so enthusiastic about pulling your words out of your mouth that he was already planning to turn you into a fucked up toy.

And the best part was that anyone could stroll through the forest right now and see the two of you, and what could they do? Nothing, of course, since Itto wouldn't allow anyone ruin his moment. Just suddenly, Itto snakes his hand to your laced underwear and neatly removes them, showing your puffed out clit. As the cool breeze brushes your skin, you begin to shiver.

Itto then plays with your swollen clit with the tip of his painted nail while messaging your moist folds with his other fingers. Finally, when he thought you were sufficiently wet, he shoved two of his fingers deep inside your cunt, wiggling them around before curling them and repeatedly smacking them exactly on your sweet spot. The sensation of his knuckles digging deep into your cunt caused your toes to curl and caused you to fling your bed back against the base of the tree as you began to see stars."

You soon gripped Itto's muscular shoulders and began to give out naughty groans as you arched your back and grunted for him to go deeper and add another finger. Your hips had moved forward into his. Itto could feel you clamping down on his hands, attempting to fuck yourself stupid outside in the open on his fingers, and he loved it, he loved you, and he was going to give you what you wanted. "You want me to fuck you silly, don't you Hani?" Itto says as he growls slowly into your neck. You attempted to ignore him and focus on your ograsm, but Itto wasn't having it.

Now you were writhing and humping the air, trying to create as much friction as possible, but Itto wasn't having any of it. He pinned your hip to the tree with just one of his hands and growled loudly into your ear, "I'll ask again do you me to fuck Hani" You try to turn your head so you don't have to face him; he knew you wanted him, and you knew he wanted him, but you didn't want to be the first to say it.

But just as you were attempting to think, he lands a hard smack to your ass, and the pain snaps you back to reality. Now his hands are around your throat, pinning your entire body to the tree, and you can't even turn your head. He looks at you like a feral animal in heat this time.

He even started licking your neck, but then he bites you rough and hard, causing you to let out a hard moan, and in that moment you felt your legs give out and your body become even hotter, but even in that moment you couldn't think about anything but how your clit was throbbing and how you could see Itto hard cock and how it was leaking per-cum.

He then stares you straight in the eyes and says. "You don't want me to fuck you, Hani" in that moment you snapped, it was as if something else fully took possession of you, but at that point you didn't care since the only thing you could care about was the feeling of being stuff.

So, like a hot babe, you look up at Itto and say, "Yes, Yes, I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me so hard that everyone in the forest can hear me." Itto then responds, "Well, if that's what you want, just don't be made when you can't walk to tomorrow Hani" With that, he aligns his thick cock with your tight entrances and carefully pushes the tip in, which is already making you see stars.

But just as you get used to him, he thrusts himself into you completely, causing a bump in your stomach that he places his hand on and says, "Feel that Hani, that's how deep I'm inside of you." This only made you blush slightly, but you weren't given any more time to think before Itto was slamming himself in and out of you at an animalistic pace. He seemed to be splitting you and two, but in a pleasant way that left you wanting more. You began to whine since you couldn't make a full sentence, so Itto felt it would be a good moment to ask you a stupid question.

"You love riding that cock don't you?" Itto asked, even though he already knew the answer, knowing he might quit if you didn't merely to tease you. "M'mm fu- M'mmm yeAh," you murmured as you rode his pounding cock, eagerly rocking up and down to his intense pace.

"So fuck good, so tight," Itto said sensually as he touched your supple derriere and tantalizingly slid his fingers over your silky thighs, drawing a passionate moan from Itto. The overwhelming pleasure drove Itto to instinctively clench around his beloved, intensifying their delicious bond. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you like being treated like a slut," Itto says, panting heavily.

You brushed his lips sensually against Kagirua's neck, inhaling the enticing aroma that rose from his skin. You launched a wave of pleasure that drowned out Itto's passionate shouts, but the muffled groans still reached your ears as he continued to ride him with furious need. "Mmm," his seductive moans send waves of pleasure through his body, sparking a longing symphony. As he masterfully administered solid yet delicious spanks to their enticingly curved ass, Yout sensually bit on Itto's neck, sending thrills down their spine.

"Yes! Spank me harder, don't stop till my ass is hurting with your handprint on it," you let out a passionate moan, reveling in the heady feeling that Itto delivered with each hit. He'd transformed into a seductive, subservient lover in an instant, eager for the delightful sting that turned his derriere a brilliant shade of loving purple. Itto sensually caressed him, enthralled by the sight of his attractive derrière swinging and gyrating on his pounding member."Holy Shi- yeah right," you murmured, thrusting your tongue out.

"You don't like that, haha I know you I can feel with the way you tighten on my cock" Itto sensually muttered before teasingly caressing your lovely derriere, delivering a succession of delicious spanks that left them both wanting more. You could feel the enticing sensation of his handprints appearing, but he couldn't resist the desire to keep going, constantly caressing his supple and beautiful derriere, all the while enjoying the symphony of his increasingly impassioned moans.

"C-Close!~" Your body ached with want as you placed your lips on Itto's beautiful neck with a passionate moan. He could help but barry inside deep into you as he poured all his cum deep inside you filling you up like there was no future and continuing to push into you so none of it leaked out. After that, you both fall to your knees, back against the tree, and Itto simply pulls you into a long hug before placing your Kimono on top of the two of you so you weren't both nude. You then glance at him and smile, and he does the same, but not as well as the two of you.

As you share one last kiss, the two of you start laughing. Before gently returning to Grandma Omi's, where she scolds you both for ruining her kimono. The three of us then sit outdoors and enjoy the rest of the fireworks.

[tuliptired]

He’s Good People

Chapter 1: Ask me, I Won't Say No (How Could I?)

Pairing(s) Reader/Ray, Reader/Egon Reader/Winston

Summary: Janine's always told you that you had a strong "line of fate". Whatever that meant. When you lose your job and apartment, however, you're offered a (temporary) fix with her ever-generous employers.

Hopefully part of a series! A little Ray-centric- Check Ao3 for more tags and warnings.

read it on Ao3!

Today was the big day. You’d be working at your job at a major TV station for just about forever now, and it was about due time for a promotion. The pay was decent, enough to clothe and feed you and have the slightest amount left over, and you got to specialize in what you loved all day, everyday, while contributing to American television. The varieties of the entertainment industry. 

But you were starting to come to the realization that maybe your skills were a little underappreciated. You worked quickly, feverishly, and passionately, after all. You’d be damned if you said you hadn’t been dreading turning up everyday for a little while now. You put off asking, figuring that you should be grateful to be employed at all, but coaxing from your very opinionated best friend you gained while interning in Brooklyn proved fruitful, as she sat on the phone with you.

“You’re worthy. You’re deserving, they’re lucky to have you, you’re doing them a favor by showing up,” she repeated the affirmation to you, undoubtedly breaking a rule or two as she used her work phone from her receptionist job for a personal call. She'd been your biggest supporter, from every new hairstyle or investment, and she knew you were more than capable of whatever a higher position could offer you. You, on the other hand, stared at your reflection in the mirror. You don't really know what you'd do if turned down. You need this, your heart clenches a bit.  

You steeled your nerves, taking a deep breath in and a light breath out. “I am worthy, I am deserving, they’re lucky to have me, I’m doing them a favor by showing up,’ you chanted. The chord of the landline strained against the stretch you put it through from the kitchen to the bathroom. 

“That’s the spirit,” she praised you on the other end. Before you could respond, a sharp beep interrupted you, and she groaned lightly.

“Other line. Listen, I gotta go, but I want details. You know where to call me- and call me as soon as you get word,” she ordered you, causing the fear in your stomach to reemerge, the moment coming closer. But, her voice did make you feel better, in a way.

“Thanks, Janine, pray for me,” you half-begged, desperation unashamedly showing in your tone.

“Mazel.” The phone clicked.

You took what felt like the hundredth calming breath, and it was only 9 am. As you exited your apartment, the world woke up around you, the walk to the bus a little more packed as you made your way down town. On the bus, there was an ad for the Ghostbusters across from you. You laughed to yourself at its presence, a square poster of the 4 men simply standing in a line. The only other design is a little tagline- ¨who you gonna call?¨

You´d always wanted to ask Janine about her place of employment, naturally. She only ever brushed it off as a day job that took up too much of her free time, but you were a bit more curious than that. Believing in ghosts and spirits and monsters wasn't something you were necessarily taken with, but if there's a ghost up somewhere in Albany, it's not your problem. Leave it to the professionals, if they wanted a call so bad. Their pseudo-celebrity statuses were admirable, though- their ads for drinks and toys and services took up 70% of your network’s commercial breaks.

You were practically dripping with a mix of assuredness, sweat from your walk, and a tinge of fear as you clocked in when inside the giant, bustling company. The walk to your workspace felt like you were walking into war, going over every point you wanted to make the moment you saw your supervisor. He was a little hard to get to, really. He was even able to convince you that the due date he had given you in writing was much, much earlier- and you believed him, until you were working overtime with your entire department for the 3rd night in a row for something you had a month to finish.

You were intercepted halfway to your desk, and your confidence dropped to your toes as his smile wasn’t the half-there, busy and distracted one he often held. It was deliberate. He wanted something from you.

“Y/N! Goodmorning, goodmorning. I need a quick word with you.” God damnit. 

His sudden appearance derailed your ability to form respectable sentences, your fingers fumbling with the lapels of your shirt cuffs. “Actually, I was looking for you too,” your tone betraying you.

He led you into his office suite, a brown set of rooms that got less presentable as they went from reception to official-one-desk-two-chairs territory. He stopped you in the hall, where ambient lights illuminated pictures of happy talent, tv producers, and writers who struck it big under his guidance smiling big with awards in hand. “Spare a minute?” He put his hand on your shoulder. Asshole, you can’t refuse. You were already there.

He didn’t wait for an answer. “It’s been a real busy season, huh? Lots of work. Lots of talented stars. SNL’s really jumping off, isn’t it?” You smiled with a bit of pride, knowing the time you and your colleagues put into the success of an experimental show like it, albeit behind the scenes.

“I’m gonna tell it to you like it is, ‘cause you’re a smart kid. You went to Columbia, right?”

Flattery. You answered anyway. “Yeah. Yeah, I was gonna put some time aside for my masters,” you try and broach the conversation back into your favor. Tell him about your ambitions, your qualifications, and the job will fall into your lap.

He had an unreadable expression, his manufactured appearance unwavering. His mid length brown hair and brown suit nearly blended in with his decor. A blank slate was important in entertainment, he told you one day, you want to be what boys and girls want to see, he said. “You’re gonna have a hell of a lot of time then, kid.”

You blinked, words tumbling out your mouth before you could measure them. “I beg your pardon?” You asked earnestly. 

“Lots of work. Lots of talented stars,” he repeats. “It costs a lot to keep the boys and girls happy. Too much to keep certain departments as big as they are.” He swallows, picking up where he left off. “I figured, you’d feel better hearing it from a friendly face then some corporate robot, huh?”

You don’t remember how you got to the payphone, but you did, and you shakily entered Janine’s work number as tears and snot threatened to spill over the dam that was your face.

So there you were, her by your side, sitting under a tree in a nearby park, leaving work for a “personal emergency”, ignoring the voice of her boss as she made her way downtown. You felt bad, coating her shoulder in your sadness, but you couldn’t help it.

“He sounds like a total jackass,” she insisted. “I would’ve put my foot up his…¨ She looked down at you, your cries resigned to snotty sniffles. “You okay?” She asked softly.

You looked at her weakly. “Am I a loser?” You choked out, feeling absolutely miserable. This was rock bottom if you’ve ever been there. Jobless and bawling in a public park.

Janine grabbed your hands. “Don’t ever say something like that again. I’m telling you, your fate is something bigger.” Your eyes got glossy again, and she shook you around forcefully.

“No more crying! C’mon,” she hoisted you to your feet, head spinning and tears dried out of whiplash. Silently, you let her drag you to a grocery without protest, watching numbly as she stopped at a candy counter with you clinging to her arm. 

“10 Crunch bars. And as many of those red things that can fit in the bag.” The man behind the counter obliged, not without looking at the pair of you like a mother and her overgrown child. She took the paper bag, and loaded up another basket with the supplies to make your favorite dinners from the grocer, not forgetting a large tub of speciality ice cream.

“I can’t ask you to buy all of this,” you said softly, but your voice broke into a quiver as you realized what buying something entailed. “Now that I have no-no money,” your voice, wet and weak, about to break out into another session of hot tears.

“If you start crying again I’m leaving you at customer service,” She threatened as she opened her wallet, making her way to the cashier. 

“D’you think the corner takes applications?” You walked in tandem to the bus that’d take you home. 

“We can find out together. I’ve been telling you, there are men at Playboy who’d pay good money for-”

“WOW, Janine, your voice is a little loud, no?”

Her attempt at making you smile worked, and you felt a little better at her side on the bus. Stuffing the sack of candy in your bag, the bus rocked gently as Janine rested the large grocery haul on her lap. 

You were ready to just fall into bed, with or without Janine there, but your droopy eyes were snapped open upon seeing a white envelope taped to your front door. With further inspection, Janine watched sadly as you read that it was a water bill due ridiculously soon. The best you could do was knock your head against the plaster of the wall and hand her your keys.

You had a whole feast of food to be prepared laid out on your counter as you lay on the couch, weak and unwilling to do anything as you pressed your face into the cushions. “Is your oven always this…not on?” Janine’s voice came confused from the kitchen, a bundt pan full of box-mix-cake batter in her left hand.

“You’re joking,” you peeled yourself from the couch, crouching in front of the oven. One spark, nothing. Two, nothing. Three, four, five…not even a match could lit the stovetop nor the burners in the oven. You slid to the ground, defeated. “Kill me, Janine.”

You could hear her click her tongue, before a tiny bleeping filled the room. She apologetically moved her way to your phone, explaining that her boss(es?) were paging her. While you wallow on the kitchen floor, she dials in a number and waits, a little frazzled.

“I told you, it was an emergency.” Her eyes look to yours, silently asking for permission to spill the worst day of your life to some guy you don’t know. You close them, surrendering as you melt into the ground. Maybe this was rock bottom?

“I'm by the theater, it’s a bus and a brisk walk…you can manage without me for a night…4 grown men can’t problem-solve?...Peter- friend of mine got laid off, and they’re pretty upset, ok?...Yes. No, not that one…yes, that one. Ask them yourself, Peter.” She glances at you, annoyed as she holds the receiver out. Not having a speck of pride left, you trudge over, taking the phone limply. 

The line is silent for a bit, except for distant, deep voices you can’t hone in on, expect for the fact that they were arguing.

“Hello?” A voice starts.

“Hello.”

“Real sorry about your job, dear. Tell Janine to bring you around and we can show you a good-” Whoever the hell is on the other end is interrupted by a frantic voice, interrupting as they take hold of the call.

“Hello? This is Dr. Stantz. Uh, Ray is better. Janine told my friend Peter here about your work situation, we wanted to let you know we’re real sorry. Let Janine know she’s not in trouble, but she needs to get here soon, ok?” Dr. Stantz sounds genuinely sympathetic, and you can’t help but be comforted by his words.

“Thanks,” is all you can manage, if not rudely then a little flat.

“If you ever need anywhere to go, our headquarters are open! We have food, hot water, Janine,”’ he laughs on the other end, a little awkward. And a little on the nose for comfort. You react freely in the safety of the private nature of a phone call.

“Thank you?” You answer honestly. He clears his throat.

“If I could hear from Janine, please?”

You wordlessly pass it back to your unamused friend, and she listens to the other end.

A loud, low rumbling in your laundry closet cuts through the calm. You glance at each other, assuming the worst as you swing the door open.

Bubbles spill out onto the floor, your washer unit shaking and leaking onto the worn out wood. All things, this is what gets you the hardest. Your washer can´t break now. Out of all the horrible, awful things, your washer can not break now. You can't even cry, it's so ridiculous. Standing incredulously in ankle deep suds, all you can do is stare at the appliance spit and sputter liquid onto the floor. Janine breaks your bout of shock, pressing the phone into her shoulder so she can reach you. Her voice urges you to unplug it, and before you could break down again, you´re leaning against the lid, with the sudden realization that all the water and soap could start an electrical fire.

You have to lean your entire torso against the top, arms fumbling for the chord buried somewhere in the dark space against the wall. Soon, your legs are dangling over the edge. It would be a funny sight, if the machine wasn't shaking so monstrously underneath you.

Suddenly, there's a large hand on the back of your thigh. It was a cold, unnerving touch, sharp points digging into the flesh of your leg. As you could look back, to tell Janine to let go, your receiver drops to the ground. Her face is ghastly pale, and she´s suspended in a scream. As you look down towards the front of the washer, the large, reptilian claws try to grab you, to pull you into the washer with it. Your eyes widen, and you scream as you clamor to get out of its reach, to no avail.

Janine’s at your side, prying the digits off of your skin, the claws no doubt leaving marks in their wake. You climb to the top of the machine, legs to your chest, and she slams the door on the arms enough times to force it shut. 

Catching her breath, she backs up to the phone slowly, her eyes on you as if you yourself were whatever beast residing in your washer.

¨Ray.¨ She says his name as if there’s a 3rd party in your little apartment listening. ¨You´re coming to us.¨

4 men in brown jumpsuits are at your door. They look much more frazzled than they do in their ads. There´s…a crocodile? A monster? Living in your house? Your brain can´t form cohort thoughts as you blink, eyes drying out. One of them tries to console you as you sit in your armchair, breaths shallow and skin cold. You can’t even freak over the local legends standing in your home. 

 You only recognized one of them personally, from Janine´s birthday a few months ago. You couldn't stay the whole night, only dropping by to give her well wishes and leave her gift behind, but you can remember a brief conversation. You arrived around the same time, and he had opened the entrance to the building for you with ease, the handle notoriously always needing a bit of extra effort to haul the door open after being buzzed up. He walked you, explaining that her boyfriend forgot to pick up the cake, pointing to the box in his hand, which you shared a laugh over. In the time it took to get into her apartment, he explained that he was Dr. Ray Stantz, and he worked with her. You ingenuously told him he was the splitting image of a young comedian on the show you work for, to which he smiled, wide and a little embarrassed. Your conversation was cut short- Janine emerged from another room and dragged you over to some corner to see a mutual friend. 

One of the men flipped between the paper on a notepad, fixing the arms of his glasses. ¨If you don´t mind, we'd like to see the markings the ghost left on you.¨ He requests in a baritone voice, dark and monotone.

¨Egon!¨ Janine scolded him, rubbing your shoulders as you sat. 

¨Only if you´re okay with that,¨ another mediated, as ¨Egon¨ opened his mouth. He cleared his throat. ¨For research. Their research. Not mine. I’m not really a science guy-¨

¨Unbelievable,¨ Janine mumbled, ushering you up and out the chair. Before she could take you out the apartment, Ray grabs the doorknob- not to keep you inside, but to catch her attention. He looked at you both gently, if not a little urgently.

¨We´ll get rid of it no problem, promise. Real exciting thing you got living in your apartment.” He gives you both a soft smile, before opening the door and letting you out. Before you cross the threshold, she turns her head to address them as you grab your bag.

¨There better not be a hair out of place!¨ She shoots eaaaach and every one of them a look, the targets stiffening in the process. The man with the voice you recognize as Peter over the phone bids her farewell with a mock salute.

¨Yes ma´am, Janine!¨

¨I´m sorry about those guys. They´re,¨ she pauses, hand on her chin as you sit on the stoop, ¨the best in their field.¨ A little hard to believe, Peter had almost knocked down one of your trinkets on the way in and put it back a little too haphazardly for taste.

“They seem like interesting people,¨ is all you can manage. ¨Egon-¨

¨Don´t mind him. His brain´s big, but a little empty. He’s a peach.”

¨I was gonna say he was Columbia´s resident myth. I just couldn´t remember his name for the life of me.¨ 

Janine perks up a bit. ¨Oh? What was he like?¨ She pries, always in the mood for a little gossip.

You roll your eyes, albeit not really annoyed. ¨Well, I remember every girl in my major wanted to be the one to ¨break¨ him. Lots of turned down dates, lots of time wasted pretending to care about mushrooms,” you laughed at the memory. ¨He's still, just, not like that, huh?¨

Before she could answer, the entrance from the stoop is swung open, and said man is barrelling down the steps to the white van they tote around, hastily opening the backdoors and pulling something out.

¨What's wrong?” You and Janine say simultaneously. 

He turns to you, pausing mid-action. ¨Nothing,¨ he shuts the van door, making his way back up the steps at a much more measured pace. ¨Everything is fine.¨ Your apartment window slides open, impossibly quick.

¨EGON! Hurry up and get back here, it's got Winston!¨ Peter´s head is half out the window, face dirty and shaken up. Egon blinks once, and then resumes his pace back up to your apartment.

After what felt like half an hour, the 4 men stagger down the steps, worn and beat as you lift your head off Janine´s shoulder to asses the damages.

¨We got him,¨ Ray manages a weak smile, holding a machine billowing sickly chemical smoke.

¨He got us, ¨ Peter says flatly as he leans against Winston, who´s jaw is sporting a deep bruise. Hair disheveled, faces dark, and clothes stained, the men breathe heavily as they can finally relax, dragging themselves to the van. Janine stops Egon, taking his glasses off and saving a lens from popping out.

¨He was real mean,¨ Ray explains, ¨but a Class III of that size! Insane! I´d love to find out where he came from. Amphibious, malevolent ghost living in my washer- I´d pay to be you!¨ He´s excitable, even when his hands have light cuts littering them, his palms raw and pink.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t expect you all to get,” you pause to address their injuries. All things that will manifest after a hard-night’s rest. “So banged up.” You cringed.

“It’s nothing.” Peter started. “Eges, gimme your calculator, I need to run the bill.”

“No way!” Winston protested, hitting Peter on his tender arm, making the man recoil in pain.

“Don’t worry about the pay,” Egon cut in as he examined the trap in Ray’s hands. “We should be paying you , this particular ghost opens avenues for more experimentation. And I don’t mean that lightly.” His inflection remained the same throughout his entire sentence.

“More?” Peter complained.

“The workbench is getting crowded, Egon. Not everything can be a breakthrough.”

“You can never be too sure,” Ray insisted, opening the van door for the men to haul in. “If this thing’s connected to that beast back in Coney Island that we’re makin’ big strides.” He turned to you and Janine. 

You couldn’t help but ask, noting the deep scuff marks on the workboots each man wore. “Can I count on getting my deposit back?” Ray couldn’t quite meet your eyes.

He chuckled weakly. “Sure-”

“We blasted a chemical-leaking electrical machine inside an enclosed space with unregulated units of atomic energy. If you don’t want a malignant disease, I suggest finding a hotel,” Egon said from the front, the door still open. You could hear the thump of a boot against a car seat immediately after.

Janine bit her lip, thinking, suddenly unphased about how they didn’t heed her warning. “I’ve got my sister and her kids staying over,” she apologized. You weren’t mad, you knew how cramped her place could get, but also how much she cared for her family. Plus, Louis’ spring allergies would drive you up the wall. Ray’s frown deepened, before his face lit up. He got modestly close to you, lowering his voice.

“Tell you what, I wasn’t joking when I said we have space at the firehouse. Spend the night, it’s the least we can do.” He smiled softly in your little aside. His words reminisced of the one’s exchanged between dozens of young men and women during late nights at the TV station when they think no one’s around, and one of them is leaning against the wall. It was always sweet, and a little awkward knowing you’d have to make coffee across from them the next morning, but you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. Lord knows it’s been a long time before anyone’s even thought of you that way.

You don’t have any other options, really. At least not on short notice. You eventually nod, apologizing for impeding on their space.

“Don’t worry about it! My grandma used to tell me- be a fine fellow if you want faithful friends at your funeral.” What a boyscout. You couldn’t stop the grin that spread across your face.

“There’s that smile. C’mon, we’ll take you and Janine.” That definitely made you feel something, somewhere. 

In the front, Ray drove while Egon sat next to him, and in the back, Peter sat on your right, Winston on your left, and Janine ending up having to sit herself on your lap. Ray blushed and apologized as he turned down the radio once the car’s engine turned on, speakers playing 70s rock directly into your ears.

“We never formally introduced ourselves. Not me, at least,” Winston spoke up at your side, Janine leaning forward so he could see you properly. “That’s Dr. Peter Venkman, Dr. Egon Spengler, you know that guy,” he pointed to Ray who looked at him in the rearview mirror with mock-anger, “and I’m Winston Zeddemore.” What a friendly man. 

“You don’t like the sound of  ‘doctor Zeddemore’?” You asked quietly, noting how he was a little out of place with the group of scientists.

He shook his head, not offended. “Not me. I would be- my dad wanted me to go the minister route, but I’m former air force,” he explains. 

“He’s still smart,” Peter adds at his friend’s defense.

“I know I am,” Winston sits back in his seat.

“Hey, you two,” Ray starts as he gets closer to the firehouse, “we have a bust in a few minutes. We’ll be gone for most of the evening. You can sleep, eat something. Ask Janine to read your palm!” He adds enthusiastically. 

You laugh at that as the car pulls into the large garage. “She told me I had a strong “line of career”. Funny how that worked out?” She pushed your head back with her hand. 

“Fate! It’s also the line of fate, ” she reiterated as Winston scoots back to allow you both out. 

“Is it fate that you’ll find a bill for $1000 under our pillows?” Peter mumbles, as Winston slides the door shut again. You can see the guys bickering through the windshield as Ray pulls out, honking the horn twice and flicking on the siren.

Inside, Janine slumps into her chair behind the front desk as you look around in awe. As soon as you open your mouth to ask if you can help with anything, she’s herding you up the stairs.

“You’ve had a horrible day,” she states, “sleep.” Opening the door to a repurposed fireman’s quarter’s, you swallow thickly.

“I can’t sleep in their beds,” you protest.

She surveys the room, examining each bed. “Winston, Egon, that one’s definitely Peter’s..Ray.” She stops in front of his bed. “He won’t mind.” 

You can’t even retaliate before she’s out the door, shutting it behind her. Sighing, you gave in, unbuttoning the top few bottoms of your oh-so-professional promotion-guaranteed outfit. You were pretty spent. But to sleep in this nice man’s bed? Maybe you were overstaying your welcome. A yawn disturbs your thoughts. Okay, you were exhausted, and he offered…

You had the most melancholy nap of your life, the kind you can only achieve after crying all day. You tossed and turned a little, walking up in the weird not-sleeping-falling-back-asleep state a few times. You hugged the thick comforter around you, lulling yourself back to sleep as the natural smell of the bed made its way into your dreams. 

You dreamt of being in highschool again, crushing and writing diary entries about a boy who smelt nice and made you laugh. It all felt so cathartic, that when you eventually dragged yourself awake you realized where the nostalgic scent was coming from- Ray’s bed. Your face got a little warm as you were broken out of sleepiness, remembering where you were. As you slowly sat up, your back pressed against something behind the pillow. On impulse, you reached backwards, pulling out a worn, soft Smokey the Bear plushie. You smiled to yourself at the sight, forgetting your embarrassment.

You crept out the room, praying to whoever was watching over that the men hadn’t returned and seen you slobbering all over their pillows. To your relief, it was only Janine, nursing many papers spilled over her narrow desk.

“What’s this?” You read the documents, what seem to be job reports that get more and more detailed the more unorganized the desk looks. Janine has different colored stamps balanced on her lap, as she juggles with the stability of a thick, 3 ringed diary against her computer screen.

“Notarizing,” is all she says, trying to bite back her frustration. Moving behind her, you can see that her thick tome his open to a double page spread of the different ghost classifications. You found her problem- the hand writing in the journal was abysmal, notes were scratched out, rewritten, written over.

“Do you need any help?” You ask, picking up a paper that fluttered to the floor.

She sighs, pushing her desk chair out and rubbing her eyes. “I need a nap myself.”

She disappears up the staircase, and you hear a door unlike the one with the beds fall shut. Glancing at her desk- and at the clock, you lower yourself into the chair. It’d be a while until they were back, right? And you really couldn’t leave this mess for Janine. It wouldn’t hurt to give her a hand. Plus, stamps were always a funtime.

You’d been stamping for an hour. Your eyes bulged at the clock, and then back at the neat, orderly piles of reports organized by date and class. Suddenly, the garage opens, and the men file out. Ray smiles upon seeing you, holding pizza boxes in his hands.

“I’m sorry! Janine just needed a break and..” your voice falters as Peter whistles at your work.

“You look nice behind a desk. Maybe we should get an extra chair and keep you with Janine full time. And you could understand my handwriting,” he raises his eyebrows, zipping down the front of his jumpsuit.

“Thanks for helping her out,” Ray takes a look, pleased at the sight, passing the boxes to Peter who takes them upstairs. “You’ve got a knack for clerical work!” Odd compliment, but you’re willing to take it.

Egon’s curiosity gets the better of him, peering at the documents as he takes the stairs up. You swear you can hear him hum contently as he looks down over the railing, Winston behind him.

“Wanna eat with us? We didn’t know what you’d like, and we figured everyone likes pizza,” Ray starts to shrug his own suit off.

“I’m sorry, again. I take your secretary, your money, your room, now your food.” Ray shakes his head hard, closing his locker. He waves his hands dismissively. 

“I’m telling you, it’s nothing at all. You’re good people.” His colloquialism makes you smile, stubbornly. You cave, following him towards the stairs as he walks backwards toward it. As you reach the second floor, the other 3 men were already seated at a table, distributing the food amongst themselves. You freeze beside Ray, nerves picking back up for whatever reason.

He leaned over and whispered in your ear. “We’re not freaks, you know. Just, 200-something-pound men who walk around in onesies and share a bedroom.” You laugh yet again, feeling a little dumb whenever you’re next to him, giggling every few seconds like a teenaged girl. 

Upon seeing you smile, Winston smiled in turn and pulled a chair out for you, putting the ice he held to his jaw down for a second. Gosh, you’d have to apologize for that again. Sitting down, he even passed you a plate of food, the two biggest slices out of all the others.

“You live near the Benjamin Fairhooke theater?” He asks, knowing it’ll spark interest in Egon.

“Old spooky haunted Abraham Lincoln theater, Winston.” Peter takes a sip from a beer can.

“Lincoln was shot in D.C.”

“Never seen it.”

You wipe your hands. “Abandoned for years. Some kids got in trouble for sneaking in. They were pretty spooked- they say they saw a headless body walking around.” Egon perks up at that. “They’ve got some strict security there now.” Your brain pings for a second, remembering a not so legal secret you had been holding.

“I had a friend who used to do city maintenance there, before they abandoned the refurbishing project. He moved to the west, and left me with the masterkey.” 

Egon’s eyes widen, ever so slightly. “I’ve been trying to get a reading on that place, but Ray’s not willing to come with me.”

“Ray’s not willing to break in with you, Spenges,” he cuts in.

“Do you want the key?” You offer, before you could think about what you said.

Peter groaned, slumping back in his chair. “You’re encouraging him.”

“Very much so,” Egon nodded. 

After the food was finished, mostly by the 200-something-pound men not realizing how much food they really took. You didn’t mind- you were the guest, after all. Ray suddenly realized that it was fairly late, and you still didn’t have an official place to stay. As the guys stood up to get ready for the night, he spoke up quickly.

He looked hopeful. “You don’t mind staying the night, do you?” Before you could answer, he starts to speak again. “Our extra bed hasn’t been broken in yet, you can take mine if you’d like!” Neither of you realize it, but Peter’s watching with more intent than the other 2 men. 

“Where would you’d sleep, Raymond?” Peter’s suddenly interested in the paint chipping on the doorframe.

“The extra bed, I suppose”

“That’s no good, you’ll mess up your back”

Something was unspoken between the two of them, their eyes having a conversation of their own. Ray’s big brain slowed a bit. “The…loveseat?” He offered, as if asking for permission. 

Peter made a buzzer noise. “I’ve already tried- it’s too small. And ocupado. Janine. She’s tiny. We’ll wake her up, send her home- you two figure it out.” Peter corales the other two, confused men out the room and down the hall.

Ray looked stumped, and a blush was slowly creeping from his ears. He seemed to be battling something in his head, before he refused the force tempting him as he shook his head. “I can take the floor,” he decides.

“What! I can’t ask you to do that.” 

“You’re not asking me. I’m telling you.” He wouldn’t budge. He started to clean up the mess his friends ever so gracefully left behind, before you moved to help him. 

“Just let me,” you responded to his face. Ever the host. You cleaned together quietly, but comfortably.

“I want you to know,” he bent over to put a spray back under the sink, “that we know what it’s like. To lose our jobs.” He stood to face you. You had a flash a shame hit your features, which you really couldn’t help. To the Ghostbusters’ credit, they had a good way of making you forget things.

His face was understanding. “Really, we do. We started this whole thing ‘cause we lost our jobs. It was a dumpy feeling.” You purse your lips, turning your gaze down. His head followed your eyes, and your stomach felt a little woozy as he physically commanded your attention.

“I wouldn’t say it so much if I didn’t think you deserved it.”

You let out a soft puff of air out your nose at the potential to make a joke. “You’re ready to believe me?”

His serious face melted into that of pride, his mouth splitting into a full-toothed grin.

“You’re something else. Hell yeah, I am!” He squeezed your shoulder, before having you follow him down the steps and into a basement. He stuck his head into a door and said goodnight to Egon before entering what looked like a laundry room. 

He swiped a few articles of clothing on hangers, hanging over most of the room’s perimeter. There were t shirts, longjohn’s, plain sweatshirts, smocks, of varying sizes, though they look like they’d seldom been used. He settled on gray sweat pants and a gray sweatshirt, holding them up to you from a respectable distance to measure.

“The firemen before us left all this. Joke’s on them, right?” He folds them loosely, handing them to you before rummaging through a cabinet for a toothbrush.

Your face unintentionally twitches as he holds the plastic wrapped brush out to you, wondering if it’s been here as long as the clothes you had in your arms.

He glances down at it once, before waving your fears away. “Janine bought new one’s last week, I promise.” 

After muttering an apology and leaving for you to change, he leads you back to the sleeping quarters, opening the door slowly. Winston was fast asleep, always the first to be out when the day’s work took a particular toll on him. Ray listened to the silence for a second, piecing together Peter’s absence and the sudden running of the shower down the hall. He leans over, excusing himself to get ready for the night and letting you know there was a bathroom connected to the room, albeit very small. 

After a quick brushing of your teeth, you emerge at almost the same time as him. He nearly jumps out of his skin noticing his stuffed animal still on his bed, stuttering how’d that get there’ s and it’s for memorie’ s. 

“Don’t be mean to him,” you mock-scold him in a whisper. His cheeks are still pink. He’s wearing a matching pajama set- which was enough to make you shake your head and giggle to yourself.

He looks down, noticing his pink pajamas. “It’s light red . And you should be disappointed I passed on my Dr. Thirteen robe.” He remembers the bear still in his hands.

“You want him?” He holds the little toy out to you, Smokey’s been very clearly well loved, as his fur and outfit are fading slightly. “Take good care of him,” he looks as if he’s parting with a child.

“Promise.”

He makes his way to a wardrobe as quietly as possible, pulling out a pillow and blanket for his sleep on the floor. “You want new ones? Sheets, pillowcase? I’m not sure how nice mine are.”

Your mind flashes to the nice smell his bed had, and you promptly shook your head. 

He sets up on the floor, unconsciously choosing to sleep at your technical-side. You set Smokey up next to you, tucking him in, watching Ray lay out the bedding, before he sits back and sighs up at you.

“I know it’s not the Marriott. Sorry you hafta share a room with us.” Sure, he could’ve set his den up next to Winston, or taken Egon’s currently unoccupied bed, but neither of you were gonna complain. He refused to even entertain the idea of you sleeping on the floor of whatever the room the loveseat was in, so this was how it would play out. “I can imagine you don’t often bunk with people you just met before.”

“It’s just a night,” saying it was a little useless- you had no idea how long you’d need to stay with them. You had no idea about anything at all anymore.

He fell silent. “A night?” You couldn’t decipher why his voice had a despondent tone.

“However long you’ll have me.”

A pause. “As long as you wanted.”

The clock on the opposite wall was ticking softly. It was getting late, 11:30.

“Goodnight, Ray. And thank you, really. Thank you.” 

“Goodnight. I can…wake you up before the guys do, if that’s more comfortable for you. We’ll figure something out, ok?”

You nod, and he turns off the lamp on the side table above his head.

12:05. A freshly showered Peter opening the door to two bodies out of the three, softly breathing.

“Raymond Stantz. You were supposed to get into the bed, too.”

“Go to bed, Peter.” He pulled the covers over his eyes.

[jeonaachu]

DAISIES || JHS

Genre: Established relationship, fluff

Pairing: Jung Hoseok × Fem. OC

Words: 1.1k

Summary: Hoseok and OC are on a mini countryside vacation and he's scared of bugs.

A/n: Spring is here so I HAD to write something related to it.

“Shh…. It was just a bug-” Haneul starts, to comfort her very frightened boyfriend who is currently clinging to her body like a giant koala, but is cut off when a high pitched voice speaks up.

“It landed on my neck!” He lets out, burying his head into the crook of his girlfriend's neck for some comfort. “And it was as big as my palm.” He adds. 

Haneul laughs softly and wraps her arms around his slightly shivering body. He's just too adorable. “Hobi…. It was literally just a dragonfly. They are harmless, love.” Her voice is gentle as she tries to get him to calm down, knowing very well how scary bugs are for him. 

The male was quick to shake his head. His body curling up against hers even more. “I don't care if it was a dragonfly or an elephant fly. It was scary!” 

She sighs. Maybe bringing him to the countryside for a chill weekend outing wasn't a great idea. He had quite a scare because of a grasshopper last night too when they arrived here. He's always been a scaredy cat, always startled easily by one thing or the other. 

This little trip was planned to give both of them some time to unwind, away from the hustle and bustle of the fast city life both of them lead. Go on picnics, run around in the fields of daisies, pick strawberries and just enjoy each other's company. And what season would have been better than spring itself? But the trip was turning out to be a little stressful for Hoseok because both of them skipped the part where they'd have to deal with the insects and bugs that also reside in these open fields and farms. 

“You're such a baby sometimes.” She comments in a playful manner, giggling a little but lets him snuggle close to her on the couch.

It was Hoseok himself who had gone out in the garden of the rented cottage house to pick some daisies for his girlfriend, wanting to make her feel special but instead he himself was the one seeking comfort now because he had encountered a huge and unpleasant bug outside which was as big as his palm.

Well, that was definitely an exaggeration. 

She wasn't really bothered by it though. He can go around being as dramatic as he wants and she'd still be ready to calm him down and soothe his scared self. 

The male raises his head from her neck and squints his eyes at her. “I'm going to tell you the same thing when you ask for chocolates next time.” A small pout forms on his lips as he looks at her with an unimpressed expression at her teasing remark. 

Oh, and he can be petty sometimes! 

“Are you really going there now?” Haneul looks down at him, her lips spread wide in an amused grin.

He nods with his eyes closed which makes her let out a small chuckle at his boyish attitude. She props her head up which was previously resting on the armrest of the couch and leans in, softly pecking Hoseok's lips before returning back to her spot. “Alright, I'm sorry. How can I make such a huge mistake!” She states, her eyes shining bright with mischief. 

It wasn't really an apology made because she felt bad for calling him a baby but rather because she wanted to be on the safe side, not wanting to risk losing her chances of getting her beloved chocolates from him. 

Her playfulness makes him groan and nuzzle his head in the crook of her neck once again, their bodies tangled together as they lay on the couch. “That does not sound very genuine but I'll take it.” His voice is filled with a certain tenderness as his fingers trail up her arm, fingers gently tracing her soft skin. 

Haneul smiles and lovingly caresses his back. The both of them stay like that for a while, a blanket of comfortable silence surrounding them. Her hand plays with his soft hair while he lays his arm over her torso, being cozy together. 

“I don't know if it's going to help you with your fear but according to a legend, a dragonfly around you is actually an angel from heaven visiting you.” She speaks up, wanting to put him at ease. She herself is pretty skeptical about the legend but if it helps him enjoy this little outing, she won't mind doing an extensive research on different mythologies, legends, fairy tales, folklores and what not. 

“Really?” 

She smiles at the curious glint in his eyes. She's so in love with this guy, it's unbelievable. He's got this innocent vibe to him that it makes her want to wrap him up in a bubble wrap. 

“Mhmm..” She nods her head to which Hoseok's mouth forms a little ‘o’ shape. “So what do you say? Go out and pick strawberries?” 

He blinks in contemplation and glances out through the window. It's still noon. The sun is shining bright but not in a way that makes the skin burn. It's the gentle kind of warmth, the type that fills one with joy. 

A small yawn escapes her mouth and she stretches her limbs a little, breaking the comfortable embrace they were laying in and gets off the couch. She was feeling lazy and it wasn't what she wanted, not when she's out on this mini trip with her boyfriend. She was here to explore and have fun, not laze around. With a small grin, she takes his hoodie from the armrest of the couch and quickly puts it over her tank top. 

Hoseok is quick to rise up on his feet. “Hey, that's mine!” He exclaims, amused by his girlfriend's never-ending mischievous antics. Before he could protest against her act of stealing his hoodie, she was already at the door with her playful giggles filling up the entire place which only added up to the lovely environment inside the cottage. 

“Okay at least wait for me!” He calls for her when she just runs out into the field of daisies adjacent to the place they were staying at. 

Haneul laughs, a mischievous tone lying under that sweet, bubbly sound. “Catch me!” She replies back which makes him shake his head, a silly grin on his face. 

Only if she knew that he'd catch her no matter how far she goes, follow her everywhere no matter where she goes. Even if it's the afterlife. Just so he could see that beautiful face of hers and stay with her forever.

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST.

[lionizingheathen]

Love Me - L.L

Luna Lovegood x fem!Reader

First time sleeping with Luna Lovegood (this has been in my drafts for an ungodly amount of time, prepare for some draft purges over the next couple of days)

Warnings: Smut, cunnilingus, fingering, hickeys, nipple play

Smut under the cut

Nighttime was always peaceful with Luna, she had a routine. She'd paint for a couple of hours, take a shower, and then crawl into bed beside you, resting her head on your chest. You'd talk about everything, anything, and then fall asleep... tonight was shaping up to be no different. Her head was against your chest, her fingers tracing on your skin, and she'd been asking you about anything and everything, the books you were reading, work, personal opinons... she never ran out of questions, and you tried to keep from running out of answers.

"Can I ask you a question?" Luna asked, and you nodded. Of course she could, there had never been a point that you didn't want to hear what she was saying.

"Sure. Anything. You know that." You murmured, and Luna waited a moment, her fingers dancing over your skin, tracing little patterns and words that were only known to her. You quite liked when she did that, it made you feel like you were canvas, like she was turning you into art.

"How come we've never slept together? I want to, you know. I've wanted to for a really long time, actually." Luna said, and your eyes widened as you sat up, still careful to maintain a position where Luna could listen to your heartbeat... though you were sure it wasn't slow and steady now, it was probably racing, pounding in her ear. You laid back down carefully, swallowing on a dry throat.

"I don't know... I guess it never occured to me that you would want that, I assumed... it would be a part of our relationship that wouldn't be breached." You said carefully, and Luna lifted her head, giving you a confused look as she continued to trace her finger across your collarbone. You swallowed heavily, looking away from her eyes. So beautiful, and entirely too intense.

"Why?" She asked, and you sighed and shrugged. There was no reason for it, you were protecting her. She didn't need protection, and it wasn't as if you were going to hurt her, but you were just trying to be respectful, you felt it was something unspoken, the two of you would never do that... which wasn't fair. Deciding something without talking to her wasn't fair.

"Honestly, I don't know. I'm just scared that I'll lose you if we move too fast." You said, and Luna's face broke into a smile as she let out a laugh, shaking her head. Was she making fun of you right now? It was hard to tell, Luna didn't always communicate her emotions in a way that was easy to decipher, though she did often mean the words that came out of her mouth, so you decided to just wait and listen.

"We've been together for a year and a half. And friends for seven... I don't think we could move any slower if we tried, love. We'd be moving backwards, and life only goes forward." Luna said, and you nodded slowly. Was she asking to have sex with you? That was what it felt like, it felt like she wanted that dynamic to come into play... but it never hurt to clarify.

"So you're saying you want to sleep together." You clarified, and she nodded

"If that's something you'd like as well, yes. I want you." She said, simple as that. You let out a long breath and nodded, clenching your fingers in the duvet. Your heart had not slowed at all from it's pace.

"Yeah, I would." Luna grinned, sitting up to ease you back onto the bed.

"Wonderful. So lie down, and I'll-." You let out a bark of a laugh, surprised at her boldness. You thought she meant in the future, you weren't preparing for right now... there were steps, things you should do to make it special, to make her like it more.

"Right now?" You asked, and Luna blinked, giving you a look that showed that she was confused why you were so surprised. Her fingers wandered around on any bit of you they could reach.

"Is that a problem? I didn't mean to sound so eager, I've just wondered how it would feel to have you cum on my tongue for a while now." She explained, and your eyes widened as you laid back on the bed, feeling your cunt throb. You were used to her honesty, but she'd never been that forward about this topic... it was making you dizzy.

"Jesus Christ Luna... I mean, I haven't shaved in a while, and I'm not dressed-." Luna leaned back on top of you, her fingers wandering up your clothed leg, making your muscles jump as you cleared your throat, trying to stay focused on her eyes.

"You won't be wearing any clothing pretty soon, that doesn't matter... and neither does shaving, I don't care. I just want to feel you, to make you feel good." Luna said, pressing the heel of her hand between your thighs for a moment, rubbing it against your clit. You let out a gasp of a moan, gripping her wrist. "Do you want me to make you feel good?" She murmured, and you shivered, scooting a little away from her so you could look into her eyes. She had to be sure before this moved any further.

"Are you sure about this? Because I can wait, I'd wait for you-." Luna reached out, placing a hand on your cheek to silence you, a large grin on her face. She nodded, leaning down to press your foreheads together as she spoke.

"I'm sure. Just treat me how you would anyone else, I'm sure I can handle it." She said, and you sighed shakily, nodding. You'd already thought that you'd lose her before, you were sure that after the war you would never see her again... and even if that was four years ago, you didn't want anything else to separate the two of you.

"Okay. But if at any point you want to stop, just tell me-." She leaned in, kissing you softly to stop you from talking more. You sighed, relaxing into her touch, her kiss. You sat up a bit, wrapping your arm around her waist to pull her into your lap. Even through her pants, you could feel that she was warm... wet... you moaned softly into the kiss before she pulled away.

"I know." She kissed you again, firmer this time and with a bit more urgency, her hands moving from your cheeks to your shoulders, clenching in the fabric of your shirt. "Merlin, I love kissing you. Your lips are always so soft... and so sweet." Luna murmured, tracing her fingers over your lips as you closed your eyes, your mouth hanging slightly open. She giggled and leaned in, kissing you deeply once again. You clenched your fingers into the back of her sweater, feeling like you couldn't form a cohesive thought aside from her even if you tried.

"Yours too." You sighed when she finally released you. She had a look in her eyes, one you'd only seen a couple of times -at the beach, at clubs with friends, at parties- and you recognized it now. It was lust.

"Can I take this off of you?" She asked, tapping lightly on your shirt. You nodded, giving her a large smile.

"Yeah. Can I do the same?" You asked, and she nodded. Good. You were hoping she would.

"Of course." She made quick work of taking off your shirt and bra and helping you do the same before she stared at you, silent and contemplative before she sighed and shook her head. "God, you're always so beautiful..." She said, leaning in to lick and suck marks into your neck and collarbones and down your chest, making you shiver underneath her. You were going to be a tapestry of marks by the time she was done with you, you could feel it.

"Shit."

"You're so pretty... All mine." She bent her head down, taking your nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. You gasped raggedly, tugging lightly at her hair... The small sensation it was, it was still more than you'd dealt with before.

"Luna..." You gasped, and she chuckled, looking at you with warm eyes as her fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples, making you whimper as you felt your cunt throb. She was good at this.

"You're sensitive, huh? Have you been wanting this as much as I have?" Luna asked, and you nodded. Truly you had, you just hadn't wanted her feeling like she had to give you what you were craving.

"Yes." You responded, and Luna's brows furrowed, but her fingers didn't slow their movements over your skin, tracing and digging in every now and again, bringing your sensitivity higher and higher. You just wanted her to touch you.

"Why didn't you say anything?" She asked, and you swallowed, trying to keep your voice level as you spoke, even as she leaned in to kiss and suck up your neck again.

"Why... Why didn't you?" You asked, knowing your voice still came out in gasping remarks.

"Kept slipping my mind." She pulled back, grinning above you. "But my mind is very focused now, entirely on you." She said, and you swallowed heavily. God, you didn't know if you could handle Luna Lovegood's undivided attention, clearly it was a very powerful thing, if the canvases hanging all over your flat were anything to go off of... Luckily none of them were in here... some would talk, and that would ruin the mood. She was kissing back down your body, biting and sucking where she could, making your entire body feel hot.

"Luna..."

"I never knew you were so sensitive to my touch." Luna mused, sucking deep marks down your ribs, across your stomach, little ones in a line down to your waistband where she bit down, making you cry out. She wanted those ones to stay longer, that was clear... it was like she was marking her territory, making it clear that you were spoken for.

"You're leaving so many marks..." You said, and she lifted her head from your waistband, giving you a large smile as she traced around each one. They littered your stomach, your chest, the crests of your hips... She was thorough, that was for suer.

"Love bites... I think they're beautiful. It's like painting, I'm adding to an already beautiful piece." She commented, and you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face as your heart squeezed. She was always so sweet.

"You're so sweet." You said, and she nodded at you, pulling your pants and panties off in one swift movement before settling betwen your thighs, spreading them wide.

"Thank you." She traced around your cunt, making you jump before she bent down, sucking marks into your inner thighs. You cried out, leg kicking involuntarily at the stimulation, but she held you down just fine. "Let's see if you truly taste as good as you look, darling." She said, almost as if she was speaking to herself. You swallowed back a groan and shook your head.

"Merlin, you cannot talk like that..." You sighed, and Luna looked up at you, cocking an eyebrow as she continued to trace just around where you needed her, driving you up a wall. You'd beg if that's what she wanted out of you.

"I'm pretty sure that this is the exact situation where I can talk like this." Luna reasoned, and you thought for a moment. She had a point, this was the only time that it was really appropriate.

"You make a good point." Your voice shot up as you felt her fingers ghost over your cunt.

"You're so wet..." She rubbed over your clit before leaning down between your thighs, licking a slow stripe up it. Your head lolled back on the pillow as you gasped, mouth falling open. "Mmm... I can feel you trembling." She murmured before burying her face between your thighs, licking and sucking quickly, making you groan as you twisted your fingers into her hair. You panted as you stared up at the ceiling, feeling like your head was going to start spinning from the stimulation. God, Luna was good at giving head... maybe she'd done if before you two were dating, either way you didn't care, all you cared about was here and now, and the warm feeling spreading all over your body.

"Luna... Oh my God..." You gasped, glancing down to look at her. She was staring up at you, hair messy, hand snaking up to grasp at your breast as she continued her movements, tongue swirling around your clit in a way that made you tremble and clench your thighs, though she didn't seem to mind. Her free hand wandered around your inner thighs before pausing at your entrance. She lifted her face for a moment, panting with a smirk that was ungodly filthy. Her chin glistened in the light, making your face feel hot as you glanced away from her for a moment before she cleared her throat, bringing your attention back to her.

"Can I?" She asked, circling her fingers over your entrance as she looked at you expectantly. You nodded quickly, swallowing... You wanted anything and everything that Luna would give you, this all just felt right.

"Yes. Please." Luna slipped her finger inside of you, making you gasp as you felt it. She thrust it in and out, and you blushed at the wet noise that accompanied it. She leaned down, licking and kissing across your cunt before she spoke again.

"You're so wet..." She added another finger, and then another, making you gasp as you looked down at her. She curled her fingers, rubbing quickly over a spot deep inside of you that made you gasp and hang your head back, feeling heat shoot down to your toes."You take my fingers so easily, it feels like you were made for them." She murmured before leaning down again to lap at your clit. It was all so much, almost too much, it made you feel like you were on fire. Your stomach tightened as you gripped her hair, pulling her closer. Her pace increased, pulling moan and sigh out of your body with ease.

"Fuck..." You were on the edge, close... Shit... "Luna, holy shit... This feels... You're so..." You couldn't finish, you couldn't formulate a full sentence when she was doing this. She was reducing you to a pile of whimpers and moans, feelings and stimulations... and she did it with such ease.

"Are you getting close? Are you gonna cum for me?" She asked, and you nodded quickly, feeling the knot in your lower stomach tighten as she continued to curl her fingers just the right way.

"Yes." You gasped, and Luna grinned, resting her cheek against your thigh as her thrusts increased in pace, making your stomach feel white hot. Fuck, you were so close.

"Good. I was hoping you would." She lolled her head forward again, lazily sucking your clit between her lips, licking across it. That was what sent you over the edge, gasping as you shuddered out your orgasm.

"Fuck... Fuck, oh my god..." You clenched your fingers into her hair, scratched at her shoulders, arched off the bed... and she didn't stop, forcing you into another one before you pulled her feebily up, breathing heavily. She looked wild, eyes bright as she wiped her face on the corner of the duvet, grinning at you. "Luna..." You croaked, throwing an arm over your eyes for a moment as you worked to regain your bearings. She sat beside you, stroking through your hair and kissing at your temple, mumbling sweet words.

"That was amazing. I knew it would be, but knowing and seeing... they're so different." She murmured, and after another moment you sat up on your elbows and pulled on her wrist. You wanted her to feel even half as good as you just had.

"Come here. Let me return the favor, please." You said, and Luna nodded, sitting down across your hips so she could look down at you.

"How do you want-." You sat up, circling your arms around her hips so you could drag her up your body and position her over your face with a wide smile. Her eyes were wide when she looked down at you, clearly not expecting you to move that quickly. You knew what you wanted, though. You knew what she wanted too. "Me... I didn't know you were strong enough to do that." You shrugged. You were pretty sure that the prospect of having a beautiful woman on one's face would be enough to make most people move mountains.

"You're easily movable." You pulled her down onto your face by her hips and licked a long stripe up her cunt, making her gasp as she jutted her hips forward, grinding them across your tongue. Your fingers dug hard into her hips as you sucked her clit between your lips, running your tongue over it. You moaned at the taste of her, making her gasp above you. You glanced up to see her grasping the headboard hard, chewing on her lip... she looked so cute.

"Merlin... Shit..." She groaned, canting her hips faster over your tongue as she moaned breathlessly, getting more frantic by the minute. She wasn't going to last very long, that was clear from her movements... and that only excited you further. "I... God, we should've... done this sooner. So good." She sighed. You grunted in agreement, looping your arms around her thighs to pull her more onto your face, sighing against her cunt. You could do this all day, you would quite literally die between her thighs if she would let you. She was mumbling sweet nothings, moving with your tongue as she trembled slightly, shivering. So sensitive.

"Hah... So talented... My girl..." Luna gasped, leaning back a bit to rest her hands on your body, blindly tracing on the skin.

"All yours, baby." You murmured against her, licking and sucking wherever you could reach. It wasn't long before she began to unravel, her moans getting louder, higher, betraying how close she really was. God, this was heaven... being under Luna Lovegood had to be heaven.

"Ohmygod... Fuck... Y/N, I'm gonna cum... I'm..." She froze up for a moment, her head thrown back and her hands resting back on your hips before she let out a high moan and pitched forward, shivering above you. "Ah, fuck I'm cumming... all for you... it's all for you..." She gasped, grinding her hips frantically on your face as she gripped the headboard, her head falling forward. Her mouth was agape, her brows furrowed as her thighs trembled around your head. She slumped forward a moment later, breathing heavily as she hovered above you. She'd looked so ethereal... and you were intent on seeing it again as you looped your arms around her thighs, sucking her clit between your lips again as she gasped, wriggling out of your grip.

"Okay, okay... Merlin... Shit... Holy fuck." She slid off of your face, sitting to the side of you with her eyes closed for a moment, catching her breath. The moonlight glinted off of her body, making a slight halo out of her messy, frizzy hair. The flush on her cheeks and relaxed features of her face made her look like art, like a statue you could view in a museum. A moment later, her eyes were open and she was speaking again. "You are... so good with your tongue, love." She sighed, leaning forward to kiss you deeply. You rested your hands on her hips, pulling her against you again. She was warm... comfortable.

"Such language, Lovegood." You said, and she chuckled, giving you a lazy smile before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

"Mmm... It's earned." Luna responded, pausing as she stared at you, brushing hair from your face with such an amount of care and concentration that it made your heart ache.

"What?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. She chuckled, shaking her head at you.

"You're so beautiful in the moonlight." Luna said, and you grinned, kissing across her fingertips as you looked in her eyes. She was just so beautiful it made your heart ache.

"Was that good?" You asked, and she nodded quickly, resting her free arm on your chest and her head in the crook of your neck, pressing soft and lazy kisses there.

"That was fantastic. I'm kicking myself for letting us wait so long." Luna mumbled, tracing her fingers over your sternum as she spoke, making you shiver. You wanted her again, wanted to see her cum, to listen to her whines and moans... This was shaping up to be a favorite passtime.

"Yeah. Me too." You sighed, leaning down to kiss her deeply again, pushing her gently onto her back so you could kiss down her stomach and settle between her thighs again. Something that beautiful could not only be seen once in a night, you'd have to see it at least three or four more times to truly commit it to memory.

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 77: When it All Falls Apart

Luigi had hoped to scuffle with Leroy secretly, so as not to disrupt the party, but Vlad had ensured the pair a wider audience.

Peachy was front and center, mustering up his best "cop voice" as he hollered at the fighters to "cease and desist!". Sadly, either his policing skills were rusty, or the combatants were too far gone, but it did no good and the battle continued to rage.

Luigi had expected the scrap with his elder to be easy, but Leroy had a lifetime of experience picking fights in seedy dive bars.

The expert brawler landed hit after hit. Luigi started out deflecting the worst of them, but soon had the wind knocked out of him. Head spinning, he could no longer defend himself. Leroy landed one final decisive punch, declaring "and that’s how it's DONE, you young punk!”

With that he turned around to grab his coat and his wife and get out of there, figuring correctly that he was no longer welcome.

As for the loser, Luigi didn’t just feel defeated, but also humiliated and judged by the hushed crowd of family that had appeared suddenly around him.

His anger spent, the foolishness of his little escapade came crashing down on him like a tidal wave of guilt. How had stooping to Leroy’s level ever seemed like a good idea? Even if he had won their little scrap he would have looked like a colossal ass, fighting on his dad's special day.

Dazed and aching, he wobbled over to a nearby bench, flopping down and burying his throbbing face in his hands.

He looked up and tried to smile when he heard Amaya approach, but something about the fight had clearly set her off.

“What kind of evil jerk tries to beat up an old man at his father’s wedding?! You can lose my number; I’m not interested in dating someone who would act the way you acted tonight. I can’t believe I was so wrong about you!” Having said her piece, she turned around and stormed off in a huff.

Hurt and shocked Luigi yelled at her retreating back to "just go then, if that's how you feel!". Fuming and trying to convince himself he'd never really liked her that much anyway; he didn’t even notice his dad approach until Peachy quietly settled beside him.

As calmly as he could Peachy told his boy: “I hope I won’t hear any excuses out of you. No matter what Leroy said or did, sneaking away to brawl like the sort of tavern crawler he associates with is not a reasonable way to settle differences or right any perceived wrong.”

Luigi's heart felt like it would break in two as his father went on “your papa would never want to see you acting this way. He always used logic and cunning to fight his battles. What you just did makes you no better than the sims Jack and I were forced to put away back in the day. I’m not mad, son, just deeply disappointed and worried. Please take a few minutes to reassess your behavior and do some serious soul searching, because you are on the edge of a very dark path.”

Clapping him on the shoulder Peachy rose, turning back with a smile “Not too long though. The dance floor is open, and that’s what I was hoping to see my boy doing tonight. It always makes you look so happy.”

As the crowd headed back inside, Luigi sat alone in the twilight, attempting the "soul searching" his father had recommended. He thought of how easily Leroy had goaded him into violence, and his father's concerns that he could end up on a "dark path" if he didn't change his behavior.

Looking back even further he considered his other serious altercations. Crashing prom and picking a fight with Bryon just because he'd asked Isra to go with him to the dance after they'd broken up. Beating up Beau, who all in all was turning out to be a decent sim, accidently injuring him in the process, because he'd made some snarky comments about Denton's choice of Spooky Day attire.

Amaya's choice of words as she was leaving echoed in the back of his brain. She'd called him evil. Surely, she was wrong… maybe he'd been quick to anger in the past but surely, he wasn't an evil sim, was he?

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Welcome to your life - Pt 2:

Acting On Your Best Behaviour Ch 14:

Summary:

They'd seen it in their fellow orphans often enough to recognise the pattern and were now forced to admit, despite their hopes to the contrary, that Isidora had likely suffered similar side effects.

No… they'd always known she had. The Keeper had just wanted the power that Ranrok had, enough to convince themselves that they would be able to handle it better than that naive woman.

With the start of the Keeper’s sixth-year in Hogwarts, comes a whole slew of headache-inducing challenges from the most unexpected of places. Between insignificant pests throwing wrenches into their plans and tedious teenage drama, that the Keeper is entirely unprepared for, they wonder if they'll make it to their NEWTs without losing their sanity.

Or worse, Ominis or Sebastian.

Warnings: Sebastian x MC x Ominis! Drug Addiction! Spoilers! Slow-burn corruption! Dark content! Fucked up 1800s orphanages! MC has no love for Anne or Solomon! Dubious happy ending (it's happy for MC, Seb and Ominis at least).

You can also read on AO3! (chapter specific warnings below)

Notes:

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of injuries!

Ahaha, this ended up being much longer than I thought it'd be, 5.5k words in total, but I just couldn't split this into two chapters because I didn't want to disrupt the flow.

Oh well, I doubt anyone reading this wants less to read xP

"Hey, Poppy, how were the snidgets?" Natty asked in a hushed voice as her friend joined her at their usual table in the Three Broomsticks.

"Oh, they were wonderful, the little ones have started trying to fly and one of them made it a whole meter!" Poppy leaned close as she spoke quietly, her eyes shining with happiness as she gushed. "I can't wait to see the day when the species is no longer endangered."

"Me neither." Natty smiled softly at how earnest and glowing Poppy was when she spoke of her beloved beasts.

Natty truly couldn't understand how the other students could bully this gentle soul, feeling rather honoured that Poppy had entrusted her with such a momentous and significant secret. While the circumstances around her mother's decision to move to Britain were far from ideal, Natty was glad to have come here.

She had found a friend who'd helped her protect her new home and even come to terms with her father's passing with their support. She'd found Garreth and Amit to be surprisingly fun to hang out with and had become close friends with Poppy.

Poppy was probably the brightest, sweetest, and loveliest person Natty had ever met. Adventurous, brave, strong, and kind. Poppy was really something special and Natty was sure they'd be friends for many years.

"I'll do whatever it takes to protect the little ones." Poppy declared, her eyes blazing with determination and Natty felt her heart warm.

"If there's anything I can do to help, I insist that you allow me." Natty couldn't help taking Poppy's hand in her own, squeezing lightly as she spoke.

Poppy's answering smile, her resolute and firm nod, felt almost as though a vow had been sealed between them. Natty felt like she would do whatever it took to make sure Poppy would always look so happy, barely noticing the doors near their table opening.

"Oh, I see you ladies are early." Natty jumped when Amit greeted them cheerfully, brushing snow off his shoulders as he approached the table.

Natty lifted her hand from Poppy’s to give him a small wave. "Hey Amit."

"Is that a new coat? Such a lovely shade of blue, reminds me of mooncalf eyes." Poppy asked as Amit took his usual seat.

"You noticed! Yes, my mother gave it to me as a Christmas gift over the break." Amit nodded proudly, before humming curiously. "Do mooncalfs always have the same shade of eye colour?"

Natty smiled as Poppy eagerly began explaining, enjoying the sight of her friend in her element. It was pretty clear that Poppy enjoyed interaction, despite previously keeping to beasts before the Keeper arrived.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late!" Garreth's voice came half a second before the doors burst open and he tumbled through them alongside a cloud of snow.

"Great entry." Natty commented with a chuckle as Garreth clambered into his chair, juggling an armful of odd strips of… string?

"What's all that for?" Amit asked curiously as Garreth dropped the pile on the table, while Natty quickly moved the butterbeers out of the way.

"Trust me, you don't want to know." Garreth grinned as he dropped heavily into his chair.

Amit spent the next several minutes trying to get him to elaborate, when several people began to stream into the pub, exclaiming about something that seemed to have happened in the square a few moments ago.

Natty pondered what that might have been about but was quickly distracted when Garreth finally began to explain the prank he was planning.

The moment the Keeper felt the broom between their knees lurch forward abruptly and begin plummeting towards the ground with incredible speed, from a solid ten meters in the air, they knew exactly how much pain they were about to experience.

The memory of the workhouse manager's mangled body, twisted and contorted on the floor, flashed through their mind. Followed by the less expected pang of regret that pulsed through their chest, at the thought of leaving Sebastian with that same image burned into his mind forever.

They clenched their teeth, like hell they'd let that happen without a fight.

The Keeper reached into their robes, taking precious seconds to draw their wand, and quickly cast a Protego shield, raising their left arm to guard their head for additional defence. The magical sphere of protection formed a split second before they slammed into the ground, cracking the concrete from the force of their landing.

The Keeper felt the impact rip through their body, immediately followed by sharp pain exploding across their ribcage and their throat filling with rust.

The throbbing pain across their limbs was almost negligible beside the burning agony that came with every breath. Each shaky inhale scraped past the blood bubbling up through their windpipe, choking the Keeper as they struggled to maintain consciousness.

A distant scream made its way through the fog of pain, their name.

That voice screaming their name, it sounded so familiar, but they'd never heard it like that, so distressed. Somehow, their chest hurt even more.

"Damn it, stay with me! Don't give up!" Sebastian desperately pleaded as he knelt beside the Keeper's bloody form in front of Honeydukes. His hands shook as he pulled a vial of wiggenweld potion from the Keeper's satchel lying beside them, before slinging the satchel’s strap over his shoulder.

Their eyes were still open but the distant haze in them terrified Sebastian, his mind filled with flashes of his parents at his feet, their faces swollen dark purple and eyes red from the toxic fumes they'd suffocated on.

This was so much worse.

The Keeper had landed on their side, so their left arm and leg were both twisted in the wrong direction. More alarmingly, there was a pointed bloody white bone stabbing out of their chest, ripping through their blood-stained uniform, presenting a horrifying image that Sebastian was certain he'd see in his nightmares for the rest of his life.

Slipping an arm under the Keeper's shoulder, he tried to lift them slightly into a relatively upright position, causing them to cough and spray blood across their torso. Sebastian felt awful at the pain the movement was clearly causing, nausea churning in his stomach, the itch to punch Selwyn in the face again was overwhelming.

Sebastian could hear the bastard being detained by Officer Singer behind him, so at least that was something he didn't have to worry about right now. He would punch the fucker again later.

Suppressing his panic, Sebastian unstopped the vial and rested it against the Keeper's lips, pouring the wiggenweld potion into their mouth. They coughed once more, pushing half the vial’s contents down their chin, their stuttering breaths rattling raggedly, and Sebastian quickly cast the Anapneo charm to vanish the blood in the Keeper’s throat.

He felt his vision blur as he reached for another potion, his blood-coated fingers slipping frustratingly across the vial’s smooth glass.

"I know it hurts, please, just try to swallow." Sebastian choked out, scrubbing his sleeve over his eyes to wipe away the desperate tears as he opened the second vial to try again. "Just hold on, Ominis is getting nurse Blainey. I shan't let death come for you, you hear me?"

The Keeper's throat muscles tightened as they struggled to force the potion down, past the endless stream of blood that continued seeping into their windpipe. The moment the vial was empty, Sebastian discarded it and stroked his hand over their hair to soothe them, waiting with bated breath, each second stretching on far longer than it should.

A few minutes later, he heaved a sigh of relief when the Keeper’s constant, wet, blood spraying cough finally ceased. Through his tear-filled vision, he saw the Keeper's eyelids flutter and Sebastian grasped their right hand in his own, his chest tightening as their thumb rubbed over his weakly, comfortingly.

The minutes felt like hours as Sebastian murmured an endless stream of encouragement, trying to stop the Keeper's eyes from slipping shut. The chilling knowledge that there was nothing he could actually do seeping into his bones, the way the cooling pool of blood, in which he was kneeling, soaked into his robes, as he cradled their broken body.

The crowd of concerned and alarmed Hogsmeade residents being held back by Sirona, went mostly unnoticed by Sebastian as the Keeper's body grew steadily colder.

"Don't you dare leave me too." Sebastian whispered, fear gripping his heart painfully in his chest as the Keeper's eyes slipped closed and their hand went limp in his.

At the same moment, the unmistakable sound of a nearby floo activating reached his ears, along with-

"Sebastian!" Ominis' anxious voice cut through the din and Sebastian raised his head, eyes seeking out Ominis through the crowd.

"Ominis! Nurse Blainey!" Sebastian breathed in relief as the nurse shouted for the ring of onlookers to part and hastened to the Keeper's side, immediately drawing her wand.

"Stand aside, Mr. Sallow!" The nurse shooed him as she knelt beside the Keeper and Sebastian had to force himself to lay them back on the floor, Ominis rushing over to help him to his feet.

Sebastian knew he couldn’t do anything for the Keeper, but it was so much scarier, now that he was no longer able to hold them and he clung to Ominis instead, feeling the other boy trembling as well.

"Diagnosa!" Nurse Blainey waved her wand over the Keeper and muttered a few words to herself, seeming to be reading something only she could see.

After a moment, she flicked her wand, casting a slew of spells that were spoken too fast for Sebastian to make out. A stretcher was conjured, and the unconscious Keeper levitated onto it as Blainey waved her wand in complicated motions.

Sebastian and Ominis both flinched when a loud crack split the air, the Keeper's bones snapping sharply back into place and drawing an involuntary guttural cry from their throat that made Ominis stiffen terribly.

For something that was decidedly a good thing, the sight of the bone jutting from the Keeper’s chest sliding back under their skin was more unnerving than Sebastian might have expected, and he distantly noted the sound of someone in the crowd retching.

"A- are they-" Ominis choked out, and Sebastian belatedly remembered that Ominis couldn't discern their love's condition like he could.

"T- they're alive. Nurse Blainey just finished setting their bones and is feeding them a blood restorative potion." Sebastian gripped Ominis' hand in his own, forcing his voice to steady.

"Oh, thank Merlin." Ominis' knees went weak with relief and Sebastian put an arm around him to support him. "How- how bad is it? I could only guess what happened when you screamed."

"They- that bastard Selwyn cast Descendo on their broom as they flew over Hogsmeade." Sebastian glared at the boy who was still being berated by Officer Singer just off to the side.

"They probably only survived thanks to the Protego they managed to cast." Sebastian growled, his anger resurging at the memory.

He'd shouted for Ominis to get Blainey as he ran, throwing a punch into Selwyn's ugly mug and knocking the bastard to the floor, before running over to the Keeper. If Officer Singer weren't with the barmy git, Sebastian would have gone for another hit already.

"Not even Black will be able to cover this up." Ominis muttered, his jaw clenched tightly and his eyes seething with a frigid rage.

"Yeah." Sebastian took a deep breath, letting Ominis’ words calm his own fury. They would get their chance for vengeance when the time came. Perhaps even Ominis might make an exception for Selwyn and be interested in participating this time.

Noticing Nurse Blainey sigh and start levitating the stretcher in the direction of the road to Hogwarts, where Sirona was speaking with a cart driver, Sebastian felt his anxiety return. He nudged Ominis.

"Come on, it looks like Blainey is bringing them back to Hogwarts with a cart." Sebastian muttered, his fear returning in the absence of his anger like a bucket of cold water dumped over his head.

Ominis nodded and the two of them followed the nurse through the streets, leaving the disconcertingly red patch of snow behind them.

"Nurse Blainey, a- are they alright?" Ominis asked as they caught up with her on the other side of the bridge.

The nurse gave them a small sympathetic smile. "No worries, it looks bad, but the danger is passed. I can heal them up without any issue from this point onwards, they'll just need some time to rest and recover."

"Thank Merlin…" Ominis breathed, clutching at the front of his robes, his heart rate settling as he sighed in relief.

Sebastian on the other hand was more occupied staring at the Keeper's motionless form on the stretcher, lying there unnaturally still, the only visible skin covered in shades of red and purple. Were they really going to be alright? He couldn’t shake that familiar nauseating fear, his fingers, still sticky with dried blood, were practically glued into a clenched fist.

His fists tightened and the blood cracked, flakes falling from his skin in brown flecks as the nurse came to a stop beside the cart. Watching mutely as the stretcher was attached to its frame with ropes and the nurse took the seat beside the driver.

"Don't worry, I'll bring them safely to the castle." Nurse Blainey reassured, seeing that the boys were still watching the Keeper with anxious expressions.

The two boys nodded, watching in silence as the cart pulled out of Hogsmeade. Ominis took a deep breath to settle his nerves.

"They'll be alright…" Ominis turned towards Sebastian, murmuring gently to him, as he took off his scarf and cast Aguamenti on it.

Sebastian blinked in a daze, as Ominis took his hands, using the damp scarf to clean the blood from them.

"Your scarf…" Sebastian muttered with a small distant frown.

"It's alright, I can clean it later. Come on, we'll go wait for them, alright?" Ominis smiled gently as he put away the dirty cloth, before tugging Sebastian towards the floo.

Along the way, as he shook himself from his reverie, Sebastian noticed Ominis’ exposed cheeks starting to turn pink in the cold.

Emerging at the Hogwarts North exit floo, the two stopped to wait by the gate. Sebastian tugged Ominis over to stand beside him and unwound his scarf, looping it around both their necks. They stood together silently, sharing their warmth, and trying not to worry as they watched the empty road.

Several minutes passed this way, before the sound of neighing thestrals drew a relieved breath from both Ominis and Sebastian as they spotted the cart rolling towards the gate. Its precious cargo safely hovering over the cart, spared the bumpy road by the Nurse's levitation charm.

The nurse was soon guiding the stretcher through the gate, and she didn't seem very surprised when the boys trailed after her like puppies.

Sebastian remembered the first time he'd walked this courtyard with the Keeper, or perhaps lightly jogged would be more accurate. It was almost surreal thinking about how much had changed since then, that he would now be following them instead and in such a way.

That the new student who'd just tossed him onto his arse would come to matter so much to him and Ominis. That he would feel so lost without the Keeper, unable to think of anything besides his fear for them.

The walk to the hospital was frustratingly long, but fortunately, the weekend meant that the halls were rather empty. As they arrived at the infirmary, Ominis took a moment to tug Sebastian's coat off, putting the bloodstained garment away before they followed Blainey in.

The two of them hovered anxiously on the other side of the curtains as Nurse Blainey treated the Keeper, cleaning and redressing them, before removing the curtain when they were decent, allowing the boys to approach.

There was something incredibly disconcerting about seeing their nigh indestructible lover lying on the cot, looking unnaturally vulnerable, their skin a patchwork of dark colours. The Keeper's current condition made the injury to their ribs over their last summer break look like a cat scratch.

"How long will it take them to recover?" Ominis asked the nurse as she tidied up.

The nurse hummed thoughtfully as she collected her tools. "They'll probably need to remain here for at least a week. They may sleep till tomorrow, so the two of you can come back again t-"

"If you don't mind, we'd like to stay with them till curfew." Ominis interjected before she could finish her sentence, his tone polite but firm as Sebastian dragged two chairs over, placing both on the right side of the bed.

The nurse nodded. "Alright then. There are other patients here, so please try not to disturb them, and let me know if your friend wakes up."

"We will, thank you Nurse Blainey." Ominis nodded and the nurse left to clean and return her tools to the shelves, while he moved to sit in the open chair beside Sebastian.

In truth, Sebastian was barely aware of the interaction, only remembering to get an additional chair for Ominis purely out of habit. He was far more concerned with keeping their unconscious lover within his sight, his childhood fear of a loved one slipping away the moment he lost sight of them returning in full force, as he clung to their right hand like a lifeline.

"They'll be alright Seb…" Ominis murmured, placing his hand over Sebastian's, encouraging him to loosen his death grip on the Keeper's. Sebastian took a steadying breath, beyond grateful to have had Ominis' support through all this, as always.

"I- you're right, thanks." Sebastian sighed. "Sorry for being so out of it."

Ominis smiled morosely, shaking his head.

"No, it is I who should thank you. For- for helping them while I went to get Blainey, I don't-" Ominis swallowed thickly, remembering the nauseating stench of iron that clung to Sebastian, that alone had already made him feel faint. "I don't know if I could have done that."

Sebastian rubbed a thumb against Ominis' palm, pressing their foreheads together. When the sound of coughing came from the Keeper, dry and ragged bursts that made their chest heave with effort. Sebastian leaned forward in his chair, bracing his hands against the cot as he breathed their name.

Immediately, at the sound of his voice, the Keeper’s eyes flew open, and they raised their hands as though to protect their head, instantly releasing a curse at the sharp pain that shot through their left arm at the movement.

"Hey hey, it's alright, you're safe." Sebastian murmured soothingly, quickly reaching a shaky hand out to support their arm and ease the yet inflamed limbs back down to the cot.

“Merlin’s beard, you’re going to injure yourself further, moving like that.” Ominis gave a watery laugh, his attempt at chiding coming out more relieved than anything else.

"Ugh." The Keeper groaned, relaxing slightly as the voices of their partners pierced the fog swimming in their brain, their words a barely audible croak. "Where's my-"

"Right here." Sebastian chuckled weakly, feeling like he could finally breathe again as he peeled away the bloodstained satchel still slung over his shoulder, lifting it so the Keeper could see it.

"Good." The Keeper muttered with a sigh, only slumping into the cot's mattress upon confirming the safety of their possessions. "Fucking Selwyn."

Ominis shook his head with a helpless smile, of course those would be their first words upon waking up.

"Please mind your language." Nurse Blainey scolded with a long-suffering sigh as she walked over with a clipboard and a glass of water in hand, apparently having heard their ruckus. "I take it that you remember what occurred before your accident?"

The Keeper blinked blearily at her for a moment, wondering if she had enhanced her hearing with magic, before closing their eyes with a mild grimace, their voice raspy and hoarse. "I believe so."

"Here, let's see if you can drink some water." The nurse placed her clipboard on the table by the left of bed for a moment and helped the Keeper sit upright, just enough to drink from a straw until they felt satisfied.

"Thank you." The Keeper sighed in relief as the nurse lowered them back onto the cot, their voice already sounding less scratchy.

"If you're feeling up to it, I'd appreciate it if the three of you could give me your accounts of the events." Nurse Blainey smiled.

"Surely that can wai-" Ominis began, when the Keeper coughed.

"It's fine, I can rest after, there's not much to tell anyway." The Keeper's shoulders protested, forcing them to abort their shrug with a wince. "Selwyn cast Descendo on my broom. Don't ask me why, I have no clue. I cast Protego and the last thing I remember is Sebastian holding me."

"Alright, thank you." Nurse Blainey nodded with a frown, scribbling notes on her clipboard, before turning to the boys. "Mr. Sallow, you attended to them while Mr. Gaunt came to find me, correct?"

"Ah, yes, I gave them wiggenweld potion, had to use two vials after they coughed the first up." Sebastian swallowed thickly at the memory, jumping slightly when he felt the Keeper place a hand over his trembling death grip on the cot's sheets.

"I see, that was very impressive quick thinking, young man. That increased their chances by a significant degree." The nurse gave him an approving nod and Sebastian felt slightly uncomfortable, it'd been a long time since he'd received praise from anyone besides his lovers.

"This should be enough for your statements." Nurse Blainey nodded as she jotted down their answers.

"When will I be able to leave the infirmary?" The Keeper asked as they lifted their pyjamas to examine their bruised and purple torso, ignoring the nurse's incredulous expression at their action.

"Well, I'd normally say four days, but it looks like you suffered from prolonged malnutrition. While your magic has compensated and kept your physical body relatively healthy, your magical regeneration seems slower as a result. So, I'll be keeping you here a little longer for observation." Nurse Blainey frowned as she looked over the Keeper’s charts. "A week or more depending on your condition."

"Is this common amongst orphans?" Ominis asked coolly, his eyes narrowed while the Keeper lowered their short-sleeved shirt again with a rough cough, inciting a concerned frown from Sebastian.

"Unfortunately." The nurse grimaced, shaking her head with a sigh. "I'll never understand why we don't have magical orphanages."

"I doubt it'd be all that different." The Keeper made another aborted shrug with a wince. "Hopefully I won't take that long to recover."

"Honestly, it could have been worse, your left arm and the Protego took most of the impact, a concussion would have been more complicated." Nurse Blainey mused, setting a small bell on the table, and taking a moment to refill the Keeper's glass of water. "You are welcome to ring this bell if you need anything."

The nurse gave them a kind smile, before leaving the three to their own devices and going to her office to write her report.

"How are you feeling?" Ominis asked the Keeper worriedly from where he remained seated by their feet.

Meanwhile Sebastian leaned closer and took the Keeper’s hand the moment Blainey was out of sight, cradling it to his cheek. The Keeper lifted their hand from his grasp to stroke it soothingly over his hair and he lightly pressed his face against their stomach, closing his eyes and taking a steadying breath.

"Not too bad really, I've had worse." The Keeper huffed a short laugh. "Feels like I'm just aching from one of matron's usual punishments actually. Magic is insane."

Ominis shook his head, his jaw tightening, and his eyes darkening. "You could have died."

The Keeper sighed. "But I didn't. Come here."

Ominis moved around Sebastian to stand by the head of the cot, and the Keeper removed their hand from Sebastian's head, taking Ominis' hand instead with a firm grip. "If either of you think I'm dying at the hand of an idiot like Selwyn, you're barmy."

Ominis snorted, wondering what else he had been expecting in comfort from their lover, when the Keeper loosely tugged the satchel hanging beside Sebastian closer. Feeling the movement, Sebastian sat up, adjusting the bag so the Keeper could rummage through it more easily with their right hand.

Digging through it for a moment, the Keeper eventually withdrew a small bouquet of light blue flowers. "Hold out your hands, Ominis."

Raising an eyebrow, he obliged and was surprised to feel a soft…package? Blinking, Ominis ran his fingers over the object in his hands, the base of it wrapped in cloth, the slightly rough textured petals and sweet scent tickled his nose.

"And these are for you." The Keeper placed a second bouquet in Sebastian's hands, and he stared wide eyed at the bright orange flowers he'd just been handed.

"You got us flowers?" Ominis smiled softly, pleasantly surprised at the gesture.

The Keeper nodded. "These flowers I give you are fleeting, but I am not."

There was a long moment of silence.

The Keeper grimaced. "That sounded better in my head."

Ominis began to tremble with muffled chuckles but soon devolved into laughter despite his efforts to contain his mirth. "That is so incredibly unlike you that I don't even know how to respond."

Sebastian grinned as he thumbed the soft petals. "Where did you even get these? I don't think I've seen flowers like these around Hogwarts."

"I just happened to see some on the way to Hogsmeade." The Keeper looked away with a nonchalant tilt of their head, in lieu of their ability to shrug.

"And how far away were the flowers you'd spotted?" Ominis smiled knowingly.

"..." The Keeper's eye twitched. "Not that far."

Sebastian snorted while Ominis shook his head again, caressing the Keeper's cheek. "Giving yourself to us, I feel, is far greater a gift than anything you could find."

"And you better keep your word that you won't be nearly as fleeting." Sebastian added, plucking one of the blue flowers from the bouquet and tucking it behind Ominis' ear for him, before doing the same for himself with one of his own orange flowers.

The Keeper nodded firmly, feeling incredibly pleased to see the boys adorned with their gifts. "I swear it."

There was a brief moment of contented silence, before the Keeper's body shook once more with several rough coughs.

Ominis quickly passed Sebastian his bouquet, freeing his hands to help the Keeper sit up again. "Come now, perhaps a bit more water may ease your throat."

At the same time, Sebastian rewrapped the bouquets and tucked them back into the satchel, before picking up the glass of water and holding it up for the Keeper to sip through the straw.

It made both of them feel much better, being able to help care for their injured lover, to tangibly help them feel better. So, when the familiar voices of Natsai and Poppy, calling the Keeper's name, reached their ears, both Sebastian and Ominis' faces took on an irritated scowl.

The familiar forms of Poppy and Natty soon came into sight, followed closely by Amit and Garreth as well.

The moment the girls saw the Keeper, Poppy let out a gasp of alarm, her eyes welling up with tears at the patchwork of purple-red bruises covering their arms, neck, and jaw. "Oh Merlin, how could this have happened?"

"This has gone too far." Natty frowned in indignation. "The headmaster will surely have to expel them."

"Has Nurse Blainey treated you yet?" Amit asked, his eyes wide with concern.

"Wow, you look like shite." Garreth commented and the barrage of questions and statements ceased as everyone in attendance stared at him for his tactless comment.

The Keeper snorted, with a dry raspy. "Thanks, mate."

Sebastian set down the glass he was still holding, at which point the Keeper's entourage seemed to finally notice him and Ominis.

"Oh, Sebastian, Ominis, what are the two of you doing here?" Poppy asked with some surprise and the Keeper wondered why she was surprised, considering the amount of time they spent with the two boys.

"They were there when Selwyn attacked me, Ominis went to get Blainey and Sebastian helped feed me wiggenweld potion." The Keeper explained simply.

"They did? Oh, thank you both!" Poppy beamed at them with such teary gratitude that both Slytherins immediately felt uncomfortable.

"It was fortunate that the two of you were there." Amit agreed with a less enthusiastic but equally sincere gratitude. "We only found out when Sirona told us what happened."

"We should have been there… he wouldn't have had the opportunity if you hadn't been coming to meet us." Natty looked away guiltily. "I can't believe this happened to you whilst we were ignorantly waiting on the other side of town, drinking butterbeer none the wiser."

Sebastian snorted and opened his mouth, but the Keeper cut in before he could speak.

"It was my own decision to attempt to land in Hogsmeade to make up for lost time." The Keeper coughed a few more times, clearing their throat before continuing, giving Natty a pointed look. "You needn't blame yourself for something someone else did."

Natty gave a weak smile in response and Sebastian gave the Keeper a side glance, before sitting back down in his chair.

"I appreciate you guys coming to see me, don't worry, Blainey says I should be recovered in a couple days." The Keeper gave a mild smile.

"Glad to hear it, would be a bummer if you missed out on Selwyn getting buggered." Garreth grinned. "You can bet that we ain't letting him get away with this."

Natty and the other three nodded, while Ominis and Sebastian suppressed the impulse to roll their eyes.

"By the way, what's with the flowers?" Garreth asked, squinting at the small flowers tucked behind the Slytherin boys' ears.

Sebastian stiffened, looking quite at a loss as to how to respond and the Keeper's mind raced for an appropriate means of handling the situation.

To their surprise, Ominis huffed snootily, brushing back a stray strand of blond hair with a nonchalant. "Why, don't think they're pretty?"

An awkward silence fell upon the group, and the Keeper let out a stuttering laugh at Ominis' unrepentant poise, a satisfied smile lingering over his lips.

"The others don't need to know that I wasn't planning to join them." The Keeper sighed, closing their eyes tiredly. Their four friends had hung around for a few minutes longer, before leaving to have dinner in the great hall.

"Why do you not want them to know?" Sebastian scrutinised them.

"It would only serve to add unnecessary complications to our interactions." The Keeper explained with a dismissive twitch of their fingers.

"I guess if you say so." Sebastian folded his arms with an oddly petulant air about him.

"You seem awfully considerate towards them. Does it really matter if Onai is feeling some misplaced guilt over your injuries?" Ominis asked coolly, his expression inscrutable, and the Keeper raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was getting at.

"Natty's weak to guilt, it's just less troublesome to deal wit-" The Keeper paused, a concerning possibility for this vein of conversation occurring to them, and they frowned. "You'd better not be feeling guilty for my injuries. This is all Selwyn's unbelievable stupidity and neither of you could have seen this coming."

Ominis blinked. "That's not…"

He trailed off as the Keeper failed to suppress a yawn, grimacing when they realised he'd heard it. The briefest sardonic shadow passed over his face, before Ominis shook his head with a gentle smile. The expression was quickly mirrored on Sebastian's as well, softening his previously grumpy frown.

"No matter, we've tired you out long enough." Ominis stood from his chair, leaning over to press a soft kiss against the Keeper's forehead. "Don't worry about us, you should focus on resting to recover."

"Ugh, sorry Omi." The Keeper murmured drowsily as Ominis withdrew, their voice sounding oddly distant, and their mind began to fog over again, making even their own thoughts difficult to parse.

"We'll come visit you again tomorrow morning." Sebastian added, giving them a quick peck on the lips, and tucking the blanket snugly around the Keeper, finding their uncharacteristic sleepiness rather adorable.

"See you both tomorrow." The Keeper nodded sluggishly, their eyes slipping closed, as the two boys quietly left the infirmary.

As the Keeper's mind sank into a deep sleep, they wondered what Ominis had been about to say, and the conversation gradually faded from their memory into inky darkness.

Notes:

Hopefully I managed to blend Sebastian's dialogue lines "Damn it, stay with me! Don't give up!" and "I shan't let death come for you", that were cut from the actual game, into the chapter naturally x'D

Somehow it felt kind of awkward while I was writing, but I just really wanted to work the cut lines into this fic haha

I am so cruel to my characters-

Also, I feel like, considering that accidental magic tends to work with subconscious needs, for example Harry Potter's hair regrowing overnight. If the Keeper were in a situation where being less physically fit due to malnutrition, it shouldn't be too unreasonable for magic to compensate.

Hopefully that makes sense xD

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Al Dente | Guest Check

Nina struggles with what she read in her mother's journal

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She was never particularly good at her job. The only reason she'd stuck with it was because Price hired her and she needed something to do. Her social battery ran out too fast to be a good host or server. She got snippy when people got rude. Kyle and Kate had frequently had to smooth things over.

She was on bar tonight. Making cocktails, pouring beer and wine, staying out of the way. It was a Wednesday so few people were sat at the bar. She could keep track of things like this.

She thought she could.

It'd been a week and her mother's words picked at her brain like a scab. She could barely look at Price. A deep nausea combing through her.

He had to know. That's where all his kindness came from. He thought she was his child. She wanted to ask, regain some sort of family. Then there was the fear. What if he wanted a DNA test and he wasn't anything to her? Would he still love her?

She'd spent so much of her childhood trying to earn her father's love and affection. A fruitless task that made it hard to look back. As much as she tried to grow up and away she felt like a child whenever she looked at Price now.

She wanted to shrink back down into a little girl and start it all over. Let him tuck her in and read her stories, teach her how to ride a bike or tie her shoes, let her cry to him when everyone at school called her a slut.

She tried not to fantasize too hard. A negative test and she'd be a little girl again begging for some man to love her.

"Hey, Nim. You okay?" Kyle turned her towards him, hand on her shoulder. "You're crying, love."

"Errr... yeah. I'm okay." She used her shirt sleeve to wipe her face, stepping back to hide behind the taps.

"I don't think you are. I have three tables saying their drinks don't taste right. Maybe you should take a break? Alex is about to clock in. He can handle it."

Her face was hot. This was supposed to be the thing she was good at. Not great, just good. Her eyes darted around and she saw Price watching from over by the kitchen doors. He knew she'd fucked up already. Probably the one to send Kyle over to get her to move.

"I'm here. Go take a smoke break," Alex clapped her shoulders and moved around her and Kyle. If he noticed her crying, he didn't show it and moved straight into catching up orders.

Kyle tugged on her arm and pulled her away. She didn't even smoke anymore. She tried to hide from the view of all her co workers. No one else got pulled from their stations. No one else got hidden away by the lockers for Price to talk to them. He didn't lead anyone else out the back door with a hand on their back.

"You doing okay, love?" Price asked, rubbing her shoulder. "You don't seem fully with us."

"I'm okay just distracted. I'm sorry." She kept her eyes pointed at her shoes like a child. Always a stupid fucking child.

"Does this have anything to do with going home last week?"

She was standing on a tight rope. Trying to balance so she could keep the life she has, not knowing if something would catch her fall if she slipped.

She liked to believe love could be unconditional. Maybe it was for some. Never for her. It was something she had to earn and fight to keep. She felt like she was losing it. Every mistake she made built up and his kindness would bleed dry.

"That place isn't home. It never was."

"You can tell me what's going on, Nina. You don't have to do this alone." Too much kindness.

"I want you to stop giving me special treatment." She said. "Everyone in there hates me because of it."

"No one hates you."

"I can see the way they all look at me. Even if they don't hate me they resent that you do all this shit for me for no reason. I don't get written up, I'm late all the time, I call off, I'm out of uniform. I-"

"Your family died and it's my fucking kitchen. I'll do-"

"They weren't my family!" She yelled. "They were just people I lived with. There was a reason I wasn't with them when it happened. I wasn't fucking wanted! I don't have family, John."

The corners of his mouth drooped. She could keep him at this length. Reinforce their positions. Not too close. He was a family friend. That was it. He didn't have to know she knew any other possibility. It could just stay like this. A familiar loneliness.

"Your mum lo-"

"What do you know about my mum?" That was cruel, she could admit. Anger coming from him knowing her mum better than she did, better than she ever would. Anger that he didn't seem to fight for her, for either of them. A quarter of a century old affair that now tormented her. He looked hurt and she was crying again.

"You should go home." He said. "Get some rest. You don't have to tell me what's bothering you but you need to tell someone. I can tell something is chewing you up. Don't let it swallow you."

He patted her shoulder and headed back inside, sighing to himself.

She put the crook of her elbow against her mouth and screamed.

Kyle texted her later that night, asking she wanted him to bring her food. She ignored him, rolling over in bed.

She woke up the next morning with red eyes, a headache, Kyle sleeping next to her and a take out box in the fridge.

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Watermelon Sugar (NSFW)

Hop on the Gwynlain Train!

I keep seeing that cute fanart of them baking, so I wrote some inspired smut! Enjoy

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Elain was excited to visit the House of Wind today. She hadn't really spoken to Azriel much since their 'near kiss' at Solstice, but after everything that happened with Feyre and Rhys, and nearly losing people she loved, she didn't want to avoid him any longer. She deserved to be desired and loved, and he wanted to give that to her…at least he did at Solstice.

She told Feyre she was making some treats for Nesta; she definitely didn't mention Azriel. Rhysand seemed tense whenever his name was mentioned these days.

She worked all morning in the kitchen, baking scones and fruit tarts, and had them packaged up neatly in a wicker basket. She had butterflies at the thought of Azriel’s face when she gave him the special tart she'd made just for him. She had cut a love heart out of the pastry’s centre, and filled it with homemade strawberry jam. He was going to love it... she hoped!

"Ready?" Feyre asked, swanning into the kitchen in a flowing black dress. She really was the embodiment of the Night Court.

"Yes! I left a few extra treats for you and Rhys for later."

"You're too good to us," Feyre replied, holding out her hand to winnow. Elain always hated this part. Her hair and clothes were going to be in disarray when she landed. She could only pray no one would be on the balcony, so she had time to fix herself. She took her sisters hand, and they disappeared in a flash, reappearing just above the wards, and gliding down with ease as Feyre summoned her wings.

No one was around! Thank the gods. Elain smoothed out her dress, fixed her hair, and headed for the dining room where she assumed everyone was.

"I'll pick you up at six," Feyre called out as she flew away. She waved her sister off.

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"Knock, knock…" she said, standing at the doorway of the balcony that led to the grand dining room.

Azriel, Cassian, and Nesta were eating lunch along with Nesta’s two friends. She hadn’t had a chance to meet them properly, only caught a glance of them the day Nyx was born.

One had dark hair, light brown skin, angular eyes, and beautiful Illyrian wings, with scars running down them. That must have been Emerie. And the other…

Elain drew in a breath at the sight of her, the first proper look at her.

This female must have been Gwyn. She was beautiful—rich, coppery chestnut hair and large teal eyes that caught the light and sparkled. Elain had never seen anyone so breathtaking before, human or fae.

Gwyn noticed her staring and, in a light voice, greeted her, “Hello! You must be Elain?” she asked, standing to approach her.

Elain was lost for words.

Nesta cleared her throat, snapping Elain out of her stupor enough to finally reply, “Oh, yes! Gwyn, isn’t it?” she asked, extending her hand. Gwyn took it, and at the first touch, Elain felt a spark ignite inside her—like nothing she had ever felt before. Gwyn looked a bit wide-eyed too, as if she had felt it as well. They stayed like that for a moment too long, holding onto each other's hand.

“What did you bring us, Elain?” It was Azriel who asked. Right. Azriel! That’s who she really came here to see.

“Oh, some homemade treats! You all train so hard; you deserve it,” she said to the group.

“They’re on a strict diet; they shouldn’t be eating sweets,” Cassian argued. Nesta rolled her eyes, getting out of her chair to give her sister a hug in ‘thanks.’ Emerie was next, shaking Elain’s hand and introducing herself. But Elain couldn’t stop stealing glances at Gwyn. There was just something about her…

“This is really nice, thank you,” Azriel leaned over and whispered in her ear. His hand brushed against her back, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. “It’s nothing,” she replied, trying to angle her body away from him. Why did his touch feel wrong? No, she was just being silly. She should give him the one special treat she made for him… or…

“Gwyn, can you help me dish them up in the kitchen?” Elain exclaimed, garnering surprised looks from the table.

“Yeah… sure. Follow me,” Gwyn said.

She wasn’t even sure if Gwyn lived in the house or knew where the kitchens were. But the words had slipped out before she could stop them. What was wrong with her?

Gwyn gestured to the door, and they headed out of the room.

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“So nice of you to bake us treats; I can hardly boil an egg,” Gwyn quipped as they walked. Elain felt so nervous and sweaty, and she didn’t know why. It was just Nesta’s friend... her beautiful, stunning, tall, warrior friend...

Elain said nothing. Gwyn continued to fill the awkward silence, “Well, there was this one time I made my sister a chocolate cake… although I accidentally used a tablespoon of salt instead of a pinch. Bless her, she pretended it was lovely before running to the bathroom to throw up!” Gwyn laughed at the memory.

Elain had to start speaking, “She sounds like a great sister. Does she live in the Night Court?”

Gwyn frowned sadly, “No…she died at Sangravah. Azriel was only able to rescue me.”

Oh gods. She was so stupid to ask.

Gwyn must have noticed her expression, “Hey! It’s fine; I want to talk about her…just because I miss her doesn’t mean I don’t want to remember,” she said with a gracious smile.

Elain returned it. She didn’t know what she’d do without her sisters. Both had helped her so much in life…she felt like a burden to them.

“We’re here!” Gwyn chirped, pointing to the swinging, double door. She gestured for Elain to go first and followed closely behind.

“We could have just asked the house for a plate, but this seems more fun. Any idea where they would be kept?” Gwyn asked Elain as they took in the huge, sprawling kitchen. It looked like it had never been used.

“Does Nesta not cook for Cassian?”

Gwyn howled in laughter. “Nesta? Cook!? That’s hilarious. I don’t even think she knows this room exists! She has a magic house; no one cooks.”

Oh, right…

“Well, I’m sure between us we can find an adequate serving dish,” Elain said with determination in her voice. Gwyn mirrored it, and they split up to find something. It wasn’t long before Elain found an oval, porcelain plate, painted with delicate flowers. It was perfect.

She opened the basket, and she and Gwyn went to work placing the treats on the dish in an appetising display.

“Ohhh…who’s this one for?” Gwyn teased, noting the love heart tart meant for Azriel. Elain’s cheeks flushed.

“Eh…I haven’t decided yet!” Where did that come from? 

“It looks delicious,” Gwyn said, while licking off a bit of jam that got on her finger. Elain’s breath caught at the sight of it. The flush of her cheeks spread lower down her body.

“Y–You can have it?” she stammered out.

Gwyn’s eyes lit up. “Really? I thought it was for someone special?”

“I would like you to have it…if you want it?” Elain did not mean for the words to come out as seductively as they had. Gwyn stared at her before biting her lip and saying, “I think I do want it…” 

Gods, there was no air in the kitchen. Elain’s throat felt like it was closing up.

Gwyn took the tart and slowly raised it to her mouth, still staring at Elain. She licked the jam out of the center and moaned at the taste, “Fuck…this is so good,” she groaned out. Elain was going to die; her core tightened as she watched.

After a few more licks of the centre, Gwyn stopped to ask, “Do you want some?”

Elain could only nod, licking her lips in anticipation.

Gwyn moved gracefully towards her, bringing the tart towards Elain’s mouth. When she went to take a bite, Gwyn kept moving it back as Elain followed it. Their lips were so close now. Was she really going to do this?

Gwyn hesitated, waiting for Elain to make a move… and so she did. Elain leaned up and pressed her lips against Gwyn’s, the sweet taste of strawberry jam still lingering on them. She moaned in pleasure at the taste, at the feel of Gwyn’s lips against her own.

Gwyn made her own beautiful sounds that Elain wanted to bottle and keep forever. Her hands had a mind of their own as they moved to grip Gwyn’s waist and pull her closer. Gwyn went with it and licked along Elain’s lips. They parted to let her in.

As their tongues brushed against each other, Elain never thought she could experience this level of euphoria from a kiss. No man had ever elicited such a response. Her core heated, the scent of her arousal evident as it mixed with Gwyn’s. It was intoxicating. It made them deepen their kiss, pushing their bodies tightly against one another.

“I’ve never done this before,” Gwyn whispered against her lips, panting.

“Kissed a girl?” Neither had she.

“Kissed anyone.”

Elain was stunned but didn’t stop, too lost in the feeling. Gwyn was possibly the most beautiful female to exist, and that was saying something considering Mor existed! It spurred Elain on more. Their tongues and teeth clashed as they grabbed at each other’s clothes.

Gwyn’s hand came to the front of Elain’s dress, and she gently squeezed one of her breasts before pinching her nipple lightly. It felt so incredible Elain couldn’t hold back the moans she sang out into Gwyn’s mouth. She did it again, and Elain knew she was wetter than she thought was possible.

“You certainly seem to know what you’re doing,” Elain groaned as Gwyn continued her sensual touches.

“I read a lot of books,” she teased seductively. Nesta’s smutty books, no doubt!

“Yeah… what else did you learn from your books?” Elain responded, shocking herself with the words coming out of her mouth. Gwyn pushed Elain back against the counter before stopping their kiss to go to her knees. It was the hottest thing Elain had ever seen.

Gwyn bunched up Elain’s dress to show her underwear. She leaned forward and kissed against the fabric. Elain’s head fell back in pleasure as she groaned from the feeling.

When Gwyn stopped, she looked down to see why. There was a question in her eyes, and Elain nodded ‘yes’.

Elain took hold of her dress as Gwyn pulled down her soaking underwear to the knees, enough to give her access to what Elain desperately wanted. Gwyn kissed her clit before her tongue began its work. Elain couldn’t stop the cries of pleasure at the feeling. Nothing had, and nothing would ever feel this good.

“More!” Elain mewled out, and Gwyn’s fingers joined her mouth. As her tongue teased her opening, pressing inside her, her fingers rubbed tantalising circles on her clit. She was going to come so fast and so hard from this.

Elain gripped the counter, trying to hold herself up, her knees getting weak. She still couldn’t understand how she’d ended up here, but she didn’t care. It was perfect.

Gwyn’s ministrations continued, and after a few more moments of perfect pressure being applied to all the right places, Elain cried out as she came. Gwyn moaned as she did, enjoying Elain’s writhing motions as she trembled in ecstasy. 

When the wave was over, Gwyn fixed her underwear and dress before making her way back up to kiss Elain. The taste of herself on Gwyn’s lips and tongue was incredible. She wanted to repay the favour.

She moved to turn them, but Gwyn shook her head, “Just you.”

“Why?” Elain asked, she wanted to taste Gwyn just as much.

“I’ll tell you another day,” she said, kissing the tip of Elain’s nose. “Thank you for the treats,” she smiled, and Elain couldn’t help but laugh.

“I mean…thank you for that!”

Gwyn laughed too.

They finished dishing up the scones and tarts, composed themselves, and headed back to the dining room. Elain felt lighter than a cloud. Her day, month, year just got so much better than she could ever anticipate.

“Took you long enough,” Cassian joked.

Gwyn and Elain only smirked at each other. Elain placed the treats in the middle of the table, and everyone but Azriel grabbed one. He was looking at her funny and then glanced towards Gwyn. His eyes went wide when she noticed one of her shadows whisper in his ear.

Fuck… he knew.

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Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x plus size f!reader

WC:3k

Warnings: Unprotected P in V sex. F!&M! receiving oral. A tiny bit of angst.

TW: CNC themes. Concent is given beforehand and not stated in the story.

Summary: Jack has the walls around his heart broken down in an unusual way.

And It Just Keeps Getting Better

Part 6: The Little Ranch of Love

"Holy…! Excuse me, Ma'am. Mr Lord." The shock Jack received as he rounded the corner into his small barn suddenly brought out his best manners.

He was usually well mannered, they maketh him after all, but it was a little odd that he felt he had to be so formal to the naked people in his barn.

"Sorry, Jack, but I did ask if we could use the barn." Mrs Lord reminded him.

It was true, she had. She didn't say she was going to use it to tie her naked husband up to a chair with his legs spread wide and cockring firmly in place. Or stand bare assed while having a conversation with him.

Jack really had to remember his manners as he fought the urge to look down her body. Mrs Lord sure was a beautiful woman. She'd looked incredible riding him when they first took him on. He'd been more than happy to let her test the goods. The memory of it made him slip, his eyes darted to her chest. It was just a millisecond but she caught it.

"Do you like what you see, Cowboy?" She gave him a sly grin.

Wisely, the guys usually tried to stay out of the games between Mr and Mrs Lord, they tend to get a bit much. Jack had never seen two people so in love and lust with each other. The only guys that enjoyed being part of the games were Ezra, Dieter and Oberyn. They were all batshit when it came to sex anyway. Jack wasn't a prude, not by a long stretch, but he figured that he'd sleep better not knowing what went on behind closed doors when they got together.

"Yes, Ma'am. Your husband is very lucky." Jack thought that seemed like the most diplomatic answer.

"He is. Aren't you, My Love?" She cooed over her shoulder.

Max gave a muffled reply around the gag in his mouth.

Mrs Lord approached him like a wildcat on the prowl. "What's that, Dear? You want Jack to play?"

Max let out a sigh as she released his red shaft from the toy.

Jack's moustache twitched upwards in a smirk. It wasn't in his plans today. It could be fun though.

Mrs Lord drew near to whisper in his ear. "I know you have someone special now so I understand if you don't want to touch me. Or Max. Maybe just some flirting or teasing about how good you remember my pussy being. You know how Max loves to share me."

'Someone special'. Jack wasn't ready to hear those words from someone else. He pushed them and any thoughts associated with it aside as picked up Mrs Lord's naked body. Her thighs wrapped around his narrow waist until he spread them over Max's. Jack noticed how red and dripping the other man's cock was. He wondered how long Mrs Lord had been edging him. He must have been sensitive, he hissed as her ass pressed into him. It pressed in further as the bristles of Jack's brushed her clit and she jolted back. Jack tried to lose himself completely as he ate her pussy. He really did try. It was just so hard not to think about you.

He thought about it being your pussy on his tongue. He loved the way you threaded your fingers into his hair while he was down there. He loved the pretty sounding praise that tumbled from your lips for him as he sucked on your clit. He loved your taste. Mrs Lord tasted amazing but you were something else. He could eat your pussy for his three square everyday and still come running when that dinner bell rang. He tried to tell himself that's all his infatuation with you was, really fucking good sex. Deep down he knew it wasn't. He was infatuated with you before you let him slip inside you.

He'd met you at one of the parties. There was an incredible air of confidence around you. He wasn't the only one drawn like a moth to a flame. He'd nearly shoved Pero out of the way to get to you. Fuck, you were a vision. Your ample curves poured into a tight dress. Your tits defied the laws of nature to both spill out of and be contained by your dress. Jack was overcome with wants not becoming of a gentleman. He knew there and then he had to paint your breast with his seed by the end of the night. And he had. You'd even let him fuck them after he made you come on his cock. He was surprised he was still hard the way you screamed his name as loud as you wanted. It made something feral rise up in him. From then on, you were his favourite customer.

"Oh, shit, Jack." Mrs Lord trembled as she rode the curve of his nose through her orgasm. Her cream rushed to his tongue nestled inside of her.

Max let out a whine behind her. When Jack helped Mrs Lord up, he saw why. Max's cum covered her ass and lower back.

Jack couldn't resist holding Max's gaze while he dragged his finger through it before taking it onto his tongue. "You both taste so fucking good." He smacked his lips for effect.

Max's spent cock jerked with renewed interest and Jack smiled to himself.

"Thank you, Jack." Mrs Lord was still holding on to his shoulder to brace herself until her legs worked again.

"Thank you, Mrs Lord." He pressed a kiss to her cheek.

That little escapade should give him enough to think about tonight. He would think about Mrs Lord's sweet pussy. The look that Max gave him that told him he would have helped him with the erection he was sporting after having his wife come on his face.

Max wasn't just a sub for his wife, and he had absolutely no gag reflex. It made him very popular at the 'team building' days.

Jack would think of all that while fucking you so he could hide from the reality that he was head over heels in love with you. Not just your body or how it made him feel. You. The little bits and pieces of you that you gave him between rounds. Your little stories. The whole way about you. Everything made him love you. He was glad that you were such a regular as if he went too long without you his heart would break. Jack knew all too well what a broken heart felt like. It was still broken all these years later until he met you.

Jack had swung by the party as a courtesy. He owed it to the Lords to showcase what fine company someone could hire if they were so inclined. Plus his dance card might already be full for tonight but it didn't hurt to line up some future partners. With Dave and Javier leaving, both with a woman on their arm, Jack watched Din visibly relax. Din was usually a calming presence around the place. Jack had only seen him lose his cool a couple of times. It was enough to know not to upset him. Din was efficient in his choices, in less than five minutes he had two women draped around his neck. Jack smiles to himself as he watches Din leave. Before anyone can engage him in any further conversation Jack slips out the back way. He wants to shower and prepare for his role. Making his way to his room at the far end of the motel he passed his closest neighbours room. Dieter's window was open giving Jack a good view on what was going on in there. Even with the good view Jack couldn't even begin to guess what was going on in there. He counts at least five people possibly more. It was hard to tell in the tangle of limbs. The tangle he notices the most is Oberyn's ringed hand in Dieter's messy curls.

Before he gets too lost in trying to solve that puzzle, Jack moves on.

The room Jack keeps at the motel is very neat. Mrs Lord hung some pictures in keeping with the cowboy theme of his services. Also keeping in with the theme of the motel the cowboys were naked with strategically placed hats and various other cowboy paraphernalia. The first time he'd brought you back here, you'd laughed and asked did he spend much time with a hat covering his modesty. As your breasts jiggled with laughter he said he would for you. The way you were poured into your dress, Jack would do a lot of things for you. The next time you returned he had Mrs Lord show you up to his room so he could wait on his bed wearing nothing but his hat. You made a quip about it still technically being on his head before moving it out of your way to ride him. Lost in his memories while he showers he finds himself growing hard at the thought of your body. Most of the women of your size that he'd been with have some reservations when they first take their clothes off for him. They try to hide the parts of them that they think are less desirable. Some even ask to go straight under the covers or dim the lights. When you first took your clothes off for him there was not one ounce of timidness in you. You bared herself for him completely. Every pillowy curve. Before he knew it he was fisting his erection. Better to get an easy one out of the way he supposed. Of all his regulars, and Jack had many, you was the only one that got under his skin. The only one who could make him come embarrassingly quickly. Even just the memory of you had him painting the shower tiles.

The ranch house was warmly lit. The lamps dotted around flickered like old timey lanterns. When Jack had suggested the elaborate role play to fulfil your fantasy, you weren't so sure that it was for you. Now, strutting around in your beautiful dress, you were definitely into it. Your makeup and perfume probably weren't era appropriate but they were perfect and made you feel pretty. Jack had let you take a bath in the freestanding tub. The gold taps and claw feet didn't quite feel like an old timey ranch bath to you but the candles that were dotted around helped keep up the illusion. After you bathed and put on your costume all you had to do was wait.

The ranch was within spitting distance of the motel but with the noise of the animals outside and the curtain of the night separating the two places it could have been miles away. The fantasy was getting easier to slip into by the minute. The microwave blinking at you didn't help but it did show that Jack should be arriving any minute.

Heavy boots landed on the wooden porch. The knock that followed was to be expected but still sent a shiver of fear through you. It rooted you to the spot long enough for the need of a second knock. Cautiously you move the pretty lace curtain to peek out. A handsome cowboy dressed all in black gives you a disarming smile. Slowly, you open the door.

"Evening, Ma'am." The cowboy tips his hat. "My horse got spooked, threw me and bolted a little ways up the trail. I was wondering if you would be so kind as to allow me to shelter for the night in your barn?"

"Yes, that would be fine. Now if you'll excuse me…" you try to shut the door and find a polished black boot wedged it in.

"I sure am grateful for your kindness, Ma'am. Could I thank your husband, too?" The cowboy leans in to get a better look at your home.

"He's busy. The barn is around back. Goodnight." You rush out as you try to close the door.

"Now, you wouldn't be lying to me now, would you, Darlin'?" The cowboy pushes the door easily against your protests.

"No. He is busy. In fact he is so busy he's late home. He'll be here any moment." The fear in your voice is evident against your will.

"I don't like liars. A sweet thing like you should know better than to lie. Maybe I should teach you some manners. Or wash that mouth out." The disarming smile turned sinister as he grabbed you firmly by the arms.

"I'm sorry." You sob. "I just didn't know if I could trust you."

"Hush, now. Oh, you can trust ol' Jack. I'll take care of you. Shhh." With one large hand around your wrists, he brushed your hair back with the other. "Such a pretty girl." His tongue violates your mouth as he pins you close to him. Somehow you manage to pull away.

"That's not very hospitable of you, Sweetheart. You really do need some manners. Maybe I'll fuck them into you." It says it so casually before turning you in his arms to bind your wrists with the rope at his waist. "What do you say?"

"No, please, don't." Tears run down your face freely now.

"Maybe, for now, I'll just wash your mouth out." Large hands find your shoulders and push you down to your knees. The same large hands free his cock. The fact that those large hands are dwarfed by his cock makes you sob harder. You have a pretty good idea where he wants to put it.

"No, no. Please. N…" is all you get out before shoves his fingers in to hold your mouth open. You almost gag as his cock is shoved in there too. He groans as he pulls his fingers out allowing your lips to wrap around him. He thrusts deeply and haphazardly, nudging your throat until you choke.

"Unless little whore. Let's see how your cunt takes me instead." With that he hoists you up. "Are you going to let me fuck your little hole?"

"No! No!" You begin to thrash in his arms as one of his hands disappears up your skirt. His cold stare pins you in place until he almost reaches your core and you let out another terrified sob. The cold stare is now full of sadness and regret.

"I'm sorry." Jack, not the cowboy, says. "I can't. I know this is your fantasy and all but I can't even fake it. I couldn't ever treat a woman like that. Especially not one I…" he catches himself with a shuddering breath. "I can set something up with Ezra. We'll find someone to do this for you. Maybe even Ezra himself, he'd have no problem with it. You'd like him. He's your type. He looks a lot like me actually. I…"

"Jack." It's only when you take his hands that he realises that he's trembling. "Come." You guide him to the sofa in the next room.

Once you are sitting, still holding his hands, you give him a minute to compose himself. "I'm sorry I can't do this."

"It's okay. I have plenty of more palatable fantasies…"

"No, Sweetheart. I mean all of it. You can't be my client anymore."

"What? Because of this? I know it's a little dark but you know how ashamed I was. I won't ask for it again. Please…"

Jack brakes as your voice does. "No. It's not about this. That's part of it but…I…" Jack steels himself. Now or never. "I can't pretend to..harm..you or keep fucking you for money when I am so goddamn in love with you that I can't think straight." It's not how he wants it to come out but it's out.

Suddenly he doesn't know what to do with himself. He stands up and begins to pace. He makes two laps of the room before you stop him with a kiss. "I love you, Jack."

"Really?" He breathes shakily.

"Yes. Yes, I do." The two of you laugh as you lips meet over and over. It's a giddy meeting at first until Jack takes you on the floor. The lead up is all rushed but as soon as he enters you, he takes his time. His pace is smooth and slow. He takes his time to kiss you gently all over while buried inside of you. He works to make the distinction between the fucking you did before and the love making you are sharing now. When you come all the unsaid praise rolls of his tongue. When he comes it's with an 'I love you.'

For the next few months that is the difference for Jack. He fucks his clients. Then when he comes home to you even with his hand tangled in your hair while he drills into you from behind so hard that his balls bounce off of you, calling you all the filthy things under the sun. Telling you you're his fucking dirty little slut. It's all love making.

When you decide to move in with him on his little ranch. He leaves the job behind but he keeps some of the perks. The two of you still attend some parties. He beams with pride when he lets Pero finally get a taste of you. He loves the look of adoration you give him when you let Ezra finally fulfil your darkest fantasy. The biggest perk is the little slices of domesticity some of you have found.

Mr and Mrs Lord come over for game night every week. Most weeks you actually play the board games.

Din brings Grogu over every Sunday for lunch, more often than not accompanied by his partner. The two of them constantly keep a hand on one another as they watch their be doted on.

Even Dieter and Oberyn drop by with whatever energy is between them to bring you freshly baked goods. Dieter looks shy about offering them, while Oberyn looks on proudly.

Between you and your visitors, the little ranch is filled to the brim with love.

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September MC & OCs of the Month - Special Edition: Vivian Carrick

Help us in welcoming September's MCs and OCs of the month! That's right, plural! Most months, CFWC highlights one randomly selected MC or OC from our Meet My MC / OC List. (More info here.) But this month, we're doing something different.

In August, @lilyoffandoms hosted a Writers Appreciation Month, and we announced the September Writer of the Month would be selected from its participants. But all participants agreed - Lily deserved the honor! Still, we wanted to do something nice for the eleven writers who elected to participate to help uplift other writers in the fandom. So, this month, each of the eleven participants will have one of their MCs or OCs highlighted.

We will introduce each MC / OC individually, and once all eleven have been highlighted, a masterlist for the month will be created. We hope you enjoy getting to know all about them!

The fifth OC of the Month is @jerzwriter 's Vivian Carrick!

Learn more about Vivian below!

In your own words, tell us what you like most about your OC.

It's hard to narrow it down because I just adore Vivian. She was the first original character that I created in the Choices World, and I felt like she almost created herself. It was within my Delaying the Inevitable Universe, and we met her when she walked in on Casey in her son's apartment wearing his bathrobe. After Vivian realized Casey was being truthful, there was nothing going on between her and Tobias, she made it her mission in life to change that.

At that point, I didn't know I'd have a full T/C headcanon, much less have Vivian a part of it, but I couldn't let go of her. She's a strong, smart, powerful, intuitive woman. She's witty, quick thinking, and can verbally disarm anyone in a nanosecond. Sophisticated and worldly, but she has quite a backstory, that wasn't always her life.

Despite a sometimes intimidating exterior, she has the biggest heart. She will defend those she loves to death. The way she and Tobias banter gives me life! lol

Do you feel your OC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?

We have some similarities, but I wouldn't say a lot. We both think quick on our feet and enjoy bantering/teasing. We also love putting a bully or bigot in their place. We're both extremely loyal to those we love and understand they're the most important thing in life.

While we both grew up, not poor, but not well off by any stretch, I never had to endure the overt and systemic racism that Vivian did.

We both put ourselves through school and are quite proud of it, but she followed her dreams, and I allowed myself to be talked out of too many of mine. She's definitely got more confidence than I do. I also never married into extreme wealth lol, nor did I marry - and lose - the love of my life.

But we both adore our children and would do anything for them.

What is most important to your OC? What is their motivation in life?

Her family. There are other things - justice, equity, an intense desire to prove her naysayers wrong... but nothing comes close to her family.

What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?

Ignorance. Especially wilful ignorance.

Racism and sexism.

Dishonesty.

Her sons making her wait decades before they get their shit together and settle down. lol

If your OC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?

The one thing she'd like to change more than anything is her late husband, Charles's death. He was the love of her life, and while she's managed to go on and live a full life without him, no one knows just how difficult that's been. Even more so, she knows the toll his death has taken on her boys, especially Tobias, who was not on the best of terms with him when he passed. While this is her greatest wish, she knows it can't happen, and she doesn't even know if it should. She doesn't like the ending but has a strong faith and believes this happened by God's design, so she doesn't feel right questioning it.

For something she feels she has a bit more of an ability to impact, she'd want to make the world a better place for her granddaughters and children like them. She knows things like systemic racism and misogyny are so ingrained in our society that they'll be almost impossible to fully overcome, but she sure as hell won't let that stop her from trying.

Also, I see Vivian as a strong ally for LGBTQIA equality. She will admit this isn't something she understood well in her younger years, but she now has a bisexual daughter-in-law, and eventually, her son, Jordan, comes out, and later, her granddaughter, Kayla. Inequity and discrimination are things that she abhors, and when she begins to what the community faces, she is a vocal ally who puts her time, money, and energy where her mouth is.

What is your OC’s favorite quote or song?

Her favorite songs are:

Louis Armstrong's What a Wonderful World - that was her and Charles's song.

Diana Ross's Ain't No Mountian High Enough - Because she used to sing it with Tobias and Jordan when they were children.

John Legend's All of Me - Tobias & Casey's wedding song - and Vivian was certain her son getting married was a miracle.

Her favorite quote:

“Neither love nor terror makes one blind: indifference makes one blind.” - James Baldwin.

Is there anything else you’d like to share about your OC?

Vivian is not perfect. Sometimes, her sarcasm and humor can be viewed as acerbic. She is a loving and doting mother, and as a grandmother, triple that, but she acknowledges mistakes she made when her boys were small. She and Charles had a love so strong that sometimes, it may have made the boys feel secondary, even though they never were. Also, she was determined to prove she belonged in her husband's world, not so much for herself but for those who would follow - most importantly, her children. But she acknowledges that sometimes she was so busy pursuing that agenda that she lost sight of little things that were, in the end, far more important.

She has so many accomplishments in her life that the list could go on for days. But the one thing she is most proud of is the relationship she has with her adult children, their partners, and her grandchildren. When she closes her eyes for the last time, she knows she leaves behind a legacy of love, and that's all she ever wanted.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Crashland

(Me venting some feels through my OC. Tw: self harm. Mention of @idiotwithanipad 's oc Amy.)

Pinch. Dig. Twist.

Pinch. Dig. Twist.

When she was alive, she'd sometimes swell the flesh of her forearm into a speckled red mess by doing this over and over until it became too much or she got bored.

Sat close to her bed, she looks at the stone faces of her gods Artemis and Pan, statues purchased by Alison years ago. When she visits, she gives them a quick clean to remove the wear and dirt from being outside. But they're already beginning to weather, a chip on one of Pan's horns, the ivory of Artemis' beautiful form turning yellow.

Never before has she felt like all she was looking at were molded clumps of clay.

Pinch. Dig. Twist.

Pinch. Dig. Twist.

She'd missed another Christmas. Nothing unusual, she missed most Christmas'. This one had sounded like something special though, at least from how they all wouldn't shut up about it.

Alison's second kid, a boy named Milo, is at what Robin called a Trans Phase. No, not that, and she and Amy had both tried to explain to him that wasn't the right word. But he stuck with it, because it's the time when young eyes are transitioning from toddler to child, and his ability to see them with the Sight varies day to day. This is the age when most kids have imaginary friends, most of whom they don't realise are ghosts.

Of course Milo and Mia were lucky kids who had a parent to confirm who they could see wasn't just in their heads.

Mia can no longer see them but tries to make the effort to talk to them and sometimes act as if she knows where they all are, similar to her dad. Silver thinks she's jealous of Milo and wishes she could comfort her niece to let her know it won't last for her brother either.

All things end. She knows that.

Pinch. Dig. Twist.

A picture. That's what caused this. An innocent drawing made by a sweet little boy who just wanted to draw his 'family' at Christmas. All of them gathered in that hotel room. His little fingers had scrawled every one of them from Mrs. B to Robin to Cap to Amy with loving detail. Sure he'd given Cap a rifle for some reason but the soldier didn't mind that. Robin wasn't too happy with his stink lines but Kitty liked how he'd exaggerated the size of her feather so it was bigger than her head.

And Silver...wasn't there. Because Silver slept through the fucking thing. Again.

She can't be mad about it. Can't be upset. It's not fair to expect everyone to change the calender to revolve around her. 'Anyway, you don't even celebrate it! You're always going on about how Christians stole it!'

True. She doesn't care. Stupid capitalism holiday.

Pinch. Dig.

And it's not like she was totally forgotten. Mike filmed the day and she got to watch it on the laptop. It was basically like being there, wasn't it.

She got to watch them cheer as Milo and Mia opened their presents. She got to watch them play their games and people like Thomas and Cap lose their temper when everyone forgot the rules. She got to watch Amy and Robin sniffing around the Cooper's dinner as they ate, Milo laughing and Alison hissing at them to stay back like they were a couple of pets begging for scraps. She got to watch them sing a carol as Mia played the tune on her little keyboard, she's even better than her mum. She got to watch Amy and Kitty open presents from Humphrey and Cap specifically (paid for by Alison but ideas from the older men). Posters, one of Pennywise for Amy and Spice Girls for Kitty.

The footage was Silver's present. A tiny USB stick wrapped in a few inches of paper.

She's sure the gesture was meant to be sweet but how come it leaves her...hollow?

Fucking ungrateful cow. Be thankful that you got to enjoy it in some small way. Remember how much you used to miss before Alison came along or even during? Never did Silver get something to let her see and hear what time had stolen from her.

There had been no camera to capture...that.

"Little'en, stops that, your hair be so pretty." She remembers Mary saying one time when she'd caught her during one of these meltdowns.

Only then it had been Silver's short black locks that were the victim, not her arms.

What did it matter? It always grew back.

Nothing mattered.

Pinch. Dig. Twist. Pinch. Dig. Twist.

That wasn't the point, Mary had said, stilling her hands with far greater strength from her life of toiling the land.

Tears roll down Silver's cheeks as she stares at the Artemis statue, vision blurring, until she can pretend it's Mary's face. Smiling. Still. Eyes empty.

No. No she doesn't want that.

Pinch. Dig. Twist.

Kitty has Cap and Pat. Amy has Humphrey. Even Robin has Julian. She used to think she had him but whenever he's not there to wake her, her paranoid and distrusting mind sneers that he's bored of her. That his devotion to her was only out of obligation to his Moonah. Not her. It's never her.

All she has is clay. Silent. Dead eyed.

So she pinches. She digs. She twists.

If Mary were here, a voice in the back of her head reminds her, then it would break her heart to see Silver hurting herself again.

"Then you shouldn't have fucking left me." Silver whispers through gritted teeth, spite coiling in her gut.

That's what they do. They get annoyed. They get bored. They leave. They forget.

Pinch.

The pain is all she has to remind herself that she exists. That she's not just some phantom outside of reality. She's dead. But she's here. Even if she wishes that any gods could be fucking merciful and just take her away now. Whether it to be to wherever Mary is or just dissolve her to nothing. Let it end.

Dig.

The spite simmers as she hopes the Stuart era woman is watching and feels bad for abandoning her. Then Silver hates herself more for wishing pain upon the closest thing she had to a loving mother, even if she no longer exists in this realm. How fucking desperate is she to be cared about?

Twist.

Just for attention. That's what they always said.

Except she always hid her scars. She always cried alone, as she was doing now. It was only when people invaded her space or got closer than she would allow that they would see. Pathetic emo loser.

As her come down reaches its peak, excruciating pain burns in her skull from her permanently scarred brain. Now she tugs at her hair too. She buries her face in the stars and sun pillow on her bed.

She screams. She screams. She screams.

It won't take long until the fire inside has burned out. Not long until the shrooms remaining with her in death begin to stimulate her and turn the world insufferably bright again. Her mask will be repaired and she can return to the group, smiling and singing and typical Silver, their flaky Pagan teen they thankfully only have to endure three nights a month because God could you imagine her all the time?!

That's what Julian had joked once. Joke. He'd emphasised that. And they'd all laughed so yeah, it must have been only that. She'd laughed too. That came with the mask.

Smile. Laugh. Put on a show.

Let no one see the fucked up mess that lies beneath.

Her fingers return to her arm as she waits for her emotions to take control. Not her. There's only one thing she's allowed control of.

Pinch. Dig. Twist.

Pinch. Dig. Twist.

Pinch. Dig.

Pinch.

Pinch.

Pinch.

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Story summary: Damian Al Ghul loved his mother to no end. but when she threatens to harmm the one person he loves more, he had no other choice but to go to his father for help.

Chapter summary: Leona struggle to understand why Jace, her bestfriend since first grade is suddenly avoiding her after their first night together.

TW: metion of abuse, bruises and crying

----- Part 6

Leona's POV:

Leona and jace became quick friends when she came back from suspension. everywhere she went jace was right behind her. After school instead of parting ways they went over to the manor and played until Jace foster dad, John came and picked him up. They were inseparable. Even as they grew older they're bond never faltered. everything was going so well until they did something irreversible that changed everything about their relationship.

They had sex.

It was a spur of the moment thing. no one planned it, it just happened. did she regret it. no. would she do it again knowing what she knew now also no. Nothing was worth losing jace over, not even that amazing night on top of the roof of the manor where they took each other's virginity. the roof was a freqent hangout spot for jace and Leona. it was decorated in faily lights pillows and blankets. dick was the one who decorated the roof when he first came to the manor but since he left for blüdhaven it has been deserted.

one moment they were watching the sky. the top of the manor was one of the few spot in gotham you can actually see the night sky instead of gothams usual smog. And the next they were kissing and taking off each others clothes. That night was perfect for Leona. jace was gentle and kind, he made her feel like a queen.

the next day was awkward for the both of them but lovely nonetheless. Jace even made her breakfast (much to Alfred's annoyance) then he doted over her the whole day until Leona took him home.

that's when everything went downhill. he stopped responding to her calls and text, he even stopped coming to school for three weeks after that and when he did he acted like she didn't even exist.

He stopped sitting next to her in class, he stopped talking to her all together and when she tried to sit next to him at lunch or talk to him he'd just walked away.

"you're staring." Leona jumped not realizing her friend Anna had come to sit next to her. "I just don'r understand why he's acting like this. it was just sex." Leona didn't even believe her own words, it wasn't just sex to Leona. she had had a crush on Jace for years now and she thought he felt the same.

She was wrong apparently. Jace was ignoring her and she couldn't stand it. She felt as if her heart was being ripped out of her chest. she gave him something she deemed as special and now he's acting like she doesn't even exist.

"Just forget about him Leona." Anna sighed, rolling her eyes. "Look I'm throwing a party at my house, you should come." Leona took her eyes off of Jace's back for only a second to glance at anna. "I don't know Anna, I'm not feeling up to it." Leona sighed.

"Oh come on leona! just for an hour then you can leave." Anna said trying to convince her sad friend. Leona shrugged, already starting to tune out Anna's voice. Anna groaned in annoyance. "What if I asked Jace to come?" Anna tried.

"He's going to say no. He doesn't like parties. you know that." Leona was getting more and more frustarted at the boy she was starring at. if she'd known that he'd ghost her the next day she'd never let it go as far as she did.

Anna rolled her eyes. "Please come Leona I've already told people you were coming so..." Leona thought it over, it would be nice to get her mind off of jace for a while and maybe have a drink or two.

"Fine but only for an hour." Anna smiled widely "awesome" and finally she was gone.

---

"Hello the best father in the whole wide world." Leona saidl, walking into Bruce's home office. Bruce looked up from his mountain of paperwork that he had to finish before patrol tonight. "What do you need?" Bruce asked, signing his name on a form. "anna is throwing a party and I was wondering if I could go." Leona asked. Bruce shrugged "you know the rules, Tell Damian were you're going first, be home by eleven and don't end up in jail." leona smile. "thank you." she kissed his cheek Before heading towords the door. "Is Jace here? John has yet to call me about Jace's tuition. I need to know if jace is going to do any extracurricular this year. God this school, everytime you step a foot into that school they want more money." Bruce shook his head, sighing. Leona froze, she hadn't told anyone but damian about her and jace and how badley it ended. she needed to talk to someone about it and Damian was always there to listen.

"Um no he's not here but I'll ask him when i see him." Leona fiddled with her thumbs. It was something she did when she was anxious about something. a tell Bruce knew all to well.

"What's wrong?" Bruce asked, picking up on Leona's uneasiness. "Nothing" she said a bit to quickly. "I have to go. Love you bye" she quickly said before rushing out og the room.

Bruce's POV:

"wow, that was weird." Dick said coming into Bruce's office through the secret door that lead to the batcave. "Jace is not returning any of her calls after they're night on the roof" Bruce said, putting down his pen. Everyone knew about Jace and Leona's time on the roof three weeks ago. For one they wouldn't be great detectives if they couldn't figure that out and Second it wasn't like the two teenagers hide it well. jace turned bright red everytime he looked at Leona and Leona smiled the whole day, it wasn't hard to figure out what happened.

"that's fucked up" Dick said, flopping down on the couch that was in the office. "Do you think Damian know?" dick asked, starring at the ceiling.

"Of course, Leona tells him everything. he knows everytime she sneeze." Bruce laughed. it wasn't a bad thing, in fact Bruce knew Damain felt more relaxed knowing everything about the sixteen year old.

Damian had bad anxiety when it came to Leona's safety. it had kept him up most nights. He felt this intense need to protect Leona from any harm that might come her way. Nights where Damian brust into his room claiming Leona was dead only to go into her room and find her peacefully alseep were nights bruce knew all to well.

those night were usually followed by Damian clinging to her like a lifeline.

"it's been sixteen years and Talia has yet to make a move you'd think he'd loosen up a bit" Bruce sighed leaning back into his chair.

"I think that is what's making him so paranoid. the waiting for something to happen is putting him on edge." Dick said, Dick felt like he knew his siblings more than bruce ever could, it was him who they ran to with their problems. Bruce has failed each and every one of his children on way or another and Dick promised Damian he wouldn't let Bruce fail Leona.

sixteen years ago. Damian POV:

"He called you." Damian said, as he sat in the in home library. this was the only place without windows, the only place with only once entrance "you haven't been sleeping" Dick said coming to sit next to him. Dick glance down at the small baby that was sleeping in his brothers arm. "she's beautiful" Dick said, "I can't sleep, someone can hurt her." Damian said. "she's safe here Damian, bruce will never let anyone hurt her or you. you need to learn how to trust him." Dick tried.

"Jason trusted him before he died, Barbara Gordon trusted him too. I came here because Father is the strongest person I know. Even the league of shadows are afraid of him. they won't get to her without a fight and Father puts a big fight. but--" Damian trailed off. "But it seems he always fails when it matters most." Dick finished for him. Damian nodded.

"I trust him as a shield between her and the league but asking me to let him help raise her is something I don't think I can do." Dick nodded, telling his brother that he understood where he was coming from.

"I can't promise you that nothing will ever happen to your sister but what I can promise is I'll never let Bruce fail her. he will be a better father to Leona then he was to either one of us. that I'll make sure." Damian sighed, trusting his brother's word. "do-- do you want to hold her?" Damian asked. Dick was shocked. from what Alfred and Bruce has told him Damian hasn't let anyone near his sister let alone hold her since he showed up. Dick didn't need to be told how much of an honor this is. "If you want me to." Damian hesitate for a second before handing Dick the small child barley a month old.

"Her name is Leona" Damian said, Dick laughed "after the book you like?" Damian nodded "My Umi, Aaliyah. use to read me that book everynight before bed. My grandfather hated it "you shouldn't be filling his head with fairy tales" he would tell her." Damian laughed for the first time in weeks at the memory. "she would promise to stop but when night came so did the stories." Damian yawned, leaning his head on his brother's shoulder and quickly fell asleep.

--

Bruce POV:

"Just give him some space he'll see that there's nothing to fear." Dick said, Bruce hummed returning back to his paperwork. "why are you in town?" Bruce asked, Dick sighed "Harely quinn and the joker." Bruce put down his pen again. The topic of the joker always captured bruce's attention no matter what he was doing. "their goons have been spotted burying the bodies of a man and a woman in Bludhaven. we're trying figure out who they are but so far no luck. I was hoping the batcomputer would speed things along." Bruce nodded, "I'll see what I can find out on patrol tonight" Bruce said. "I hoped you would." dick said, leaving Bruce with his paperwork.

Leona's POV:

Dick came into Leona's room as she was getting ready for the party. "Hey, what do you think of this outfit? is it ok for a party or is it to elena gilbert?" Leona asked, twirling so dick could see the full outfit. Dick glance over the outfit she had on and said"No it's good. just change the boots it looks like you should be singing about green tractors and cheating boyfriends." Leona laughed as she walked over to her shoe closet. "how about these?" Leona asked, holding up a pair of black heels. "better."

"soo what are you doing here?" leona asked as she put on her shoes. "I'm here for work but I don't want to talk about that." leona frowned "what do you want to talk about then?" She asked.

"you and jace" Dick said. Leona groaned. throwing herself onto her bed. "what's going on between you two?" Dick asked, "we had sex and now he's ghosting me" Leona explained, "Jace?" leona nodded "Jace Lovette? the guy who took two trains and walked two miles to the manor in the middle of night because you hadn't answer any of his text or calls for an hour?" Dick said Leona nodded "yep"

"the guy who's been growing out his hair for years now because you made a comment about being attracted to men with long hair?" Leona blushed not knowing that was the reason he was growing out his hair. "I guess?" "isn't he like inlove with you?" Dick said in disbelief. Leona sighed, "I thought he liked me too but now he's not talking to me. Have you ever had this happen to you?" Leona asked.

Dick's face turned red. "Um, I can't say that I have" Leona groaned, snatching her purse off her night stand. "I have to go. thanks for the talk." she said before leaving.

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As soon as Leona pulled in front of Anna's house she knew she didn't want to be there. Drunk teenagers stumbled around the yeard, most with multiple drinks already in hand. She didn't want to deal with any of this right now, so instead of going to the part she went to Jace's. she was going to force him to talk to her, wheather he likes it or not.

Leona has been pounding of Jace's front door for what felt like an hour (it was five minutes) Before giving up. She could hear Jace's loud music from all the way out here on the front porch. It wasn't unusual for Jace to play his music so loud but John Lovette, Jace's father. always made him turn it down.

Leona crouched over the rock bed and started sifting through them until she found the one with the false bottom "Finally" she sighed, walking over to the door and unlocked it. She placed the key in the bowl by the front door before making her way to jace's room. She burst in his room causing him to jump and fall on the floor. "WHAT THE HELL" He yelled over the music. Leona turned off the speaker. "I am not some slut you can't have sex with and then ghost-- what the hell happened to you?" Jace asked, purple and black bruises littered Jace's chest, neck and arms. They looked to be a week or two old. "Leona? what are you doing here?" Jace asked, quickly throwing on a shirt. Leona stood stunned, her brain couldn't process what she was seeing. Someone was hurting her friend and he didn't tell her. "Who-- Who did this to you?" She asked, "Leona--" jace tried.

"don't lie to me Jace. who's hurting you?" jace sighed not wanting his bestfriend to see him like this. Leona breath picked up as she grew more and more angry "Leona, can you calm down please" Leona ignored him to pull out her phone. "What are you doing?" Jace asked, getting off the floor, snatching Leona's phone out of her hand. "Give me back my phone jace. I need to call my Damian. he'd know what to do." Leona said, trying to grab her phone back from her tall friend. Jace raised his arm in the air keeping the phone out of her reach "No. Leona you can't" jace begged "we need to call your parents. they need to know what's happening." Jace face paled. he looked like he was going to be sick.

"we can't call them leona." Jace said, tears falling from his eyes. Leona eyes soften "are-- are they the ones hurting you?" Leona asked. As soon as Leona said it she thought it was rdiculous, John and connie Lovette were amazing parents. they loved jace with all their hearts. they would never lay a hand on him. Right?

Jace nodded. he flinched when Leona pulled him into a hug. Jace wrapped his arm around her, holding her tightly against his chest. "when did it start?" Leona asked, "the day after we...uh.. you know." jace turned bright red, clearing his throat. "I didn't do great on a... test and he got angry and just started hitting me."

"Oh jace. I'm so sorry." Jace couldn't stop the tears from falling. The stress from the month long abuse finally caught up to him. "they're insane leona. He dosen't care about anyone but himself." Jace hugged her tighter. "She tries to stop him sometimes but all that does is make him even more angry. I hate him so much, I wish I never met them." Jace cried. "I know how protective you get when it comes to me, I know you will try and go after them but I'm begging you not to. let it go and let me deal with this by myself." Jace begged. Leona sighed

"My brother can help you Jace, Damian, my father and I can get you away from here. they will never hurt you agian." Jace shook his head no. No one can help him, they'll die if they try. "Promise me you won't tell anyone about this." jace begged pulling away from her to grip her shoulders. "Promise me." Leona couldn't she knew her father and brother can help him, they fought worse criminals then a couple of abusive parents. "Leona please" Leona sighed and nodded her head all ready regretting her decision. "Ok I promise" Jace needed her to keep this secret and for jace she would.

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[powertaco]

I do have to agree with your confession about Volume 9 being the weakest.

It tries to hard at being "Symbolic", but the fact that even the confession between Yang and Blake had to be forced with death made it painfully obvious they were taking short cuts in writing. Couldn't have it be a simple talk under the stars? Had to do that? Are words so hard to say?

Every scene was kind of awkward. While the beginning was comedic and brought charm, the volume got more and more scene's that made people question some decisions.

I mean, we all know the one where Weiss and Yang were literal inches from Ruby, but they left her face down in the dirt. We all know what part of the fan base that awkward moment was directed at, and that's just mean, taking from the volume.

They see she's not fine, but efforts to do anything to help her were minimal. The scene from the Caterpillar smoke suggests everyone's now confident and strong, but the writers didn't allow them to let Ruby lean on them. When Yang was asking Ruby "Are you fine?", you could feel that Yang was restrained, wishing to do more, for the sake of the tea drinking scene.

That may be a characteristic thing for Ruby to not lean on people, but Weiss, Yang, and Blake know sadness and know it's not good to deal with it alone. Weiss had Klein, Blake had Sun, Yang had Tai. If the plot didn't need it, Ruby wouldn't have drunk the tea if her team was allowed to talk and comfort her. But ya know, writing decision of "none of them thought Ruby needed them."

Yang didn't confront her and stop her spiraling, which as Yang herself spiraled into depression after the fall of Beacon, you'd think she'd have experience with it.

Then characters felt absent from scenes even though they were right there in multiple instances, and all you have is 6-7 to work with, are you serious?

My worst gripe is Jaune tho. You're gonna blow up at Ruby, blaming her for everything, even though you know she's breaking right now. You're a grown ass man, and you're blaming a child for a village you've been trying to protect from itself, great to know you'll never mature.

And once again, the other 3 felt absent from this tantrum, who didn't interrupt it and let him continue yelling at the top of his lungs at Ruby. Forget what Neo did, in my opinion, she drank the tea because of Jaune.

And I wouldn't hate Jaune this much this volume of they simply acknowledge it. But no. Jaune gets the hugs, the reassurance, even after Ruby's "death". Come on Miles, you know better than to show favoritism for the character you voice.

This volume made it felt there was a lack of time to script, to focus group, to reconsider choices, to see if "that's what the character would do."

I know they wanted it to be special, and meaningful, and while I don't really care much about them the fact that they basically HAD to confess to solve the issue is that they didn't get to do it on their own. I know they wanted to end the series by having Bees be canon, but there were other ways to do imo, and like I said it just made me dislike canon bees because it showed that they focused essentially on only each other until Ruby drank the tea.

A very too little too late thing, and they don't seem to acknowledge that they got too caught up in each other or anything, and much like Ruby's mental issues are just kinda brushed aside.

We lose great storyboards of other partners who aren't bees interacting.

You really don't even have to ship WR to see that they're supposed to be canon best friends, and a single scene like this is not too much to ask.

We got an entire episode basically devoted to the bees, and loooots of jaune time, but we can't get a single scene elsewhere in the series for something like this to give the girl partners a chance to, you know, interact, or be meaningful.

I know there were problems but they knew going into it that this was likely it, and had years to work on it. This volume is exceptionally rushed.

One of the biggest problems I have with the show is that it's named RWBY, and there's so much character bloat, and even among the named cast the team barely interacts outside of their partners.

Ruby, and Blake interact more in her imagination in the Emerald Forest and the first episode of IQD than they do in most of canon.

Weiss and Blake trade a few catty remarks for fun in atlas,and despite supposing to be deuteragonists JNPR is largely just Jaune.

We don't get scenes of Ruby, Jaune, Nora, and some of the others playing games. Ruby, and Ren baking as Nora awaits her feast. Blake having a book club with Ruby, Weiss, Pyrrha, and Ren, or even working out with Yang, Nora, and Pyrrha.

It makes the relationships feel kind of hollow, and now that WR apparently forgot they're partners for most of the last 3 volumes I mean it's just the bees show really, and as I said V9 showed me their worst side. If you wanted to convert me you failed miserably.

I realize that's unpopular because as long as team bees win it's perfect, but I don't care if people don't like my opinion.

The bees deserved better than a forced confession, like rwby deserved a proper non rushed ending. (also side note wasn't jax lobotomized in the novel? So why break him out?)

To bring back your point yes it is annoying they leave Ruby in the dirt. People were saying they left Ruby in the recovery position which you know great, but that's doing the writers job for them. It wouldn't have taken much for Weiss to fret, and put Ruby in the position, or Yang while they talk to the others. It's like a first draft that needed another run over.

I know in the white void Ruby's first instinct is to call for Weiss, and Yang, and yet again for the sake of making her speedrun a breakdown everything conveniently works against her.

There's a game called Evil Within. Sequel is fun, but the 1st game has a goal of getting to the lighthouse. The issue is that you're inside the mind of another person so one moment you can go from a forest with the lighthouse in the distance to a closed house, then a medieval battlefield, and so on.

Essentially there's no sense of progression, or rules you can really enforce because of the setting.

Ever After bothers me for that reason. I understand it's fantastical, but without some rules there's no sense of urgency, or weight, or stakes to whatever actions can happen.

Could they open a random door, and Salem be there sipping coffee? It's EA so why not?

Ruby's mental breakdown and suicide don't matter because it's EA.

Side note Weiss you have glyphs put one over the teacup so she can't drink it. Of course your sister could have also used one to catch you too as you fell so maybe forgetting you can do that is a family thing. Hmmm, thoughts for later.

Jaune isn't in a great headspace. I don't like that he yelled at Ruby, but I do understand him snapping after decades alone, and venting his frustration. I mean I get pissed if my cat knocks out the ethernet cable. I don't scream at it, but it didn't cost me 20 years worth of effort either.

My point being that I agree that one of Ruby's teammates, especially her partner should have stepped in at that point, and many others to protect Ruby, or each other, and they don't.

They're not a cohesive team anymore. They're Bees who care about each other, and if they can bother to remember the others then the others.

Weiss is adrift with no arc AT ALL, , and reduced to comedy. I hate it. We have seen time, and time again that Weiss will have hard talks and yet now of all times she just can't? Must be those darn ever after rules making her suddenly not talk at all.

Jaune's...idk him returning to normal is boring because the idea of him needing to meet and interact with new peers and his friends despite being older is interesting, and hey older jaune meeting older jess in the JL P2 would have been pretty neat to see.

If we ever get a V10 you can bet he'll go right back to being the same old Jaune except he might sometime say something wise and nora might mock his gray hair. Yay what a waste.

I still would have prefered Nora falling so she can learn who she is away from Ren and he from her then when she was reunited in V10 they could be ready for a relationship.

Plus Nora would be well used to wearing a happy + mask so she'd actually talk to ruby or get mad weiss or none of the others were.

I will also accept maria jumping down after Neo screaming round two bitch, and somehow getting the dagger, and turning young. This would also be acceptable and make just as much sense as anything else in Ever After. You know I have to work it in there. Bonus, she wouldn't accept Ruby acting like that, and would confront her on it.

If Maria can handle Neo then she can handle a moody Ruby.

At any rate I'm rambling but yes Ruby got a team hug, and came back basically the same as ever (for real give her a semblance upgrade or power up she's fighting what's close to a god) except she's more confident.

Neat.

I know there's no victory in strength, but there's only defeat in weakness too so I meeeeean.

Idk just me though. Prob why Vol 8 time travel or fix it fics are so common. Just an easy pathway into them.