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What if G!P female s/o punishes the dimi sister and uses a collar and leash on them.

And mabye female s/o uses them as a personal cumdump?

Had a vague idea.

Anyway I love your works, take good care of yourself and drink enough water🖤

-🇳🇱 Dutch anon

First of all I’m super glad you enjoy my works! Thank you, also this should probably be a reminder for everyone reading this to drink and eat haha!

I’d love to hear that idea!👀

Let’s get into this delicious one! ;)) I’ll probably split this one in 3 parts even! Starting here with Bela’s!

Cassandra’s will be linked here once it’s up,

Daniela’s will be linked here

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She’s blushing to hard, it’s overtaking her cheeks and the tip of her ears. The normally well behaving blonde bites her lip as she kneels obediently on all fours for you, thighs pushed together as you attach a collar around her neck.

“Miss-“, she quietens immediately when you glance at her.

She knows she isn’t supposed to talk now, not unless spoken to, she just can’t help it! She gulps, feeling the collar tightly around her. It makes her blush even harder.

Her eyes press shut in embarrassment when she is leashed too, a beautiful, red leash that reminds her of the gemstone at her necklace. “Good, I see you’re starting to behave again”, you speak calmly. She squirms.

She didn’t know why she acted out today, grinding against you and insisting she gets off even when you were busy. When she just grabbed your hand greedily and pushed you down to ride you…

Not that you had minded, but nonetheless it was naughty of the supposedly well behaved blonde.

She gasps when you tug the leash and she is pulled against where you’re sitting, her face smudged against the hinge between your legs. You grip her chin gently, but forcefully enough to make her face you.

“Would you like to know what I learned today, Bela?”

She gulps, and nods. “Yes, Miss”, she answers obediently, yet she’s already fighting the urge to grind against your leg again.

She feels so dirty with the leash on her, and she loves it.

“I learned what a little brat you can be when you don’t get your way”, you coo. She gasps, her mouth dropping open when her jaw is squeezed even slightly. Her face is burning as you laugh. “I’ve also realized what a little slut you can be”

She bites her lip to stifle a whimper.

Another tug of the leash has her back against your crotch again. You pet her hair as her face is pushed against your bulge.

You’re painfully hard after the day you’ve had with your Blondie. Leashing her certainly didn’t help your nearly painfully erect cock.

“I mean really, Bela, you were humping me like a little slut in heat every chance you got”, you teased, hands undoing your belt already. Her thighs are pressed together so hard. She does her best at holding back pleas and whimpers, reminding herself not to talk unless talked to today.

Instead, she eagerly wraps her lips around you once you pull down your garments and your cock springs free, slapping against her cheek. You groan, the hand in her hair pushing her down some more and making her throat you properly. She’s gagging slightly, her throat tight around her.

“Good brat, we’re going to see if you can keep this good behavior up, little one”

She squirms already, hands on the floor in front of her, her breast pushed together by her arms as she sucks you off eagerly.

She hums and moans around you, but otherwise is still and behaves.

“Mghmm!”, she shrieks, although it is muffled by your cock, when the leash is tugged and she is completely against you, your leg between her thighs yet again. Another tug of the leash has her look up at you through long, teary eyelashes.

“You’re going to be a good girl, won’t you Bela?”, you coo. She moans, nodding eagerly. “And you’re going to stay still for me? No grinding your little pussy on me unless I tell you to, isn’t that right?”

She whimpers, hips shaking as if with an effort to stay still.

“Mghm, ‘es”, she agrees after another tug of the leash. Your cock rests within her mouth.

“Good girl, my good little slut”, you coo. She blushes again, and you feel the warmth when you cup her cheek. “You see, when my little girl starts behaving like a whore, she must get fucked like one”, you explain. Her eyes are wide, her thighs automatically try to press together again, yet this proves to be impossible with your leg between hers.

“Mghmm!”, she groans, whimpering as you push her face harder against you and keep a tight grip on the leash. She bobs her head, tears forming at her eyes quickly, as she breathes through her nose. Due to the leash, she couldn’t take you out her mouth even if she wanted to.

Bela squeezes her eyes shut, trying not to grind on you. Her clit is aching and she yearns for the pleasure you can provide her with.

Her thighs clench around your leg and she immediately needs to use all her willpower to stop herself from grinding. She’s soaked and needy, and you’re pressed up right against her! It’s truly unfair!

She moans around your cock, getting needier and needier by the second. Her mouth works wonders on her, and her throat feels even tighter with the thick collar around it.

Her tongue slides alongside you, her fingertips press against the floor. She wants nothing more but to raise her hips a little, she knows she would slide right against you and it would give her the pleasure she wants to dear.

Eventually, the needy blonde can’t stop herself anymore. She doesn’t even notice it, either.

You raise an eyebrow as she grinds against you yet again despite her clear instructions, moaning loudly and shivering, her hands holding tightly onto your knees.

Bela shrieks and gags when the leash is pulled forwards completely, making her take you down her throat entirely. She gags, tears forming at her eyes as she gags, before they drip down her pink, warm cheeks.

She feels you stroke along her cheek, chuckling a little at the stretched open lips. She whimpers helplessly. “I give you such a simple command, little one”, you coo. Her eyes widen, at last her hips stop thrusting. She didn’t even notice, and now looks up at you pitifully, begging for forgiveness even as your cock is deep inside her throat, choking her slightly.

“No, sweet girl”, you coo. She moans at the praise, her hips bucking. She whimpers again when you tug on the leash even more and she gags on your cock. Her hands squeeze you, but you don’t let up.

“It seems like you just don’t want to behave today, Bela”, you coo. She attempts to shake her head, denying this, but can’t with her mouth filled with your cock. “Mghmmm mhnoo!”, she attempts to argue instead. She squirms when her hair is patted and you tsk at her.

“My silly little girl, has no one taught you not to talk with your mouth full?”

She feels so hot, she barely manages to stop herself from bucking her hips up again.

“Now, as I was saying: you simply don’t seem to want to behave today, Bela…what a shame, truly”, you coo. She whimpers around your cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. She looks so sweet, so helpless and needy with her mouth full of your cock and the leash and collar sitting snug at her throat.

“Or maybe, you’re just too slutty and just can’t help yourself”, you argue. Bela blushes at this and stays quiet.

You laugh at her, patting her hair and sliding your thumb across her chin. The poor thing is drooling already.

“Very well, little one. If you decide to behave like a little slut, that isn’t a problem, Bela”

She gasps for breath when you finally let her up for some again, gagging and moaning then the cock slips out her mouth.

She is only granted a moment before being pushed back on you, taking you down her throat again as the leash tugged.

“If you’re not my good girl, you’re going to be my slut. My precious little cumdump. Would you like that, sweetheart? To be pumped full of my cum, Bela?”

She moans loudly. “Mghmmm! MHMMM! Mhmmmmmmnm!”, she shrieks, head trapped due to your tight grip on the leash’s end when your hips thrust up. She’s made to deepthroat you once again.

“Let’s start with shooting some down your pretty, tight throat”, you groan. You’re painfully close already.

“Mhmmm! Hmnmgm!”

Bela whimpers pathetically around your cock, gagging and shrieking as her throat is fucked. She feels you grip her hair. “Let me catch you trying to talk without permission one more time, and I will personally make sure you will only use that pretty mouth for my pleasure for days”, you warn.

Her eyes are wide, the sensitive woman so close. She’d cover her mouth, but can’t do so with you inside of it.

Instead, she whimpers, closing her eyes slowly and opening them again. She gags beautifully for you. She’s close too, but you know the brat can’t get off without pleasure being delivered onto her. A wicked idea crosses your mind.

Bela shrieks when you rub your leg against her clit, moaning and whimpering helplessly. Her sensitive little clit is sore and wet, and she feels so needy from having you rub up against the little bud.

She’s so close, and yet knows not to beg without permission. Instead, teary, bright golden eyes find yours. She whimpers when you push her down harder, your cock hitting the back of her throat.

She whimpers louder, and groans when you push your leg harder between hers. “Yes, yes, you can cum, slutty girl, after me”, you groan.

Bela works twice as hard, sucking and humming and moaning around you, licking you and cupping your balls as she is used by you.

It doesn’t take you long at all to cum. Your head is thrown back and you tug the leash harshly, pulling her head down and flush against your lap as you shoot rope after rope of cum down her throat. She moans and screams, her own orgasm taking over her. You smirk tiredly, knowing you’re by far not done with your little brat.

Bela chokes for breath for a moment when you slip out of her warm and wet mouth, drool sliding down her lips as she pants. You get up and remove your garments properly, then chuckle as you pull your arm and the leashed woman is dragged along.

“On your back, I want to see your pretty clit when I play with my slutty girl”

She whimpers, residing the urge to talk. She obeys and climbs the bed, her bare form laying on the bed, her front facing you.

Bela gasps when you let go of the leash and it slaps against her stomach and thighs. “Good, we’re getting somewhere I see”

She bites her lip when you walk to her drawer, blushing as you rummage through the many toys hidden within. Eventually, you pull out a vibrator and a pair of clamps. She tenses at the sight of them, blushing bright red.

“Now, must I bring a gag, or will you behave, Bela?” She gulps. “I’ll behave, Miss”, she promises with an innocent smile.

Lastly, you pull thick, red rope from the drawer.

She watches you set them all on the bed, her wrists being tied first, tightly and with proper knots, her arms raised above her as you tie the other end of the rope to the bed. She’s completely vulnerable for you, naked and needy, tied and with her legs spread.

“You look positively ravishing like this, little one”, you whisper. She squirms, whimpering and pushing her thighs together.

Next, the clamps are put on her. She squirms and whimpers at the pain and pleasure inflicted on her sensitive little nipples. You untangle the leash, then rest it next to her.

And lastly, the vibrator wand. She bites her lip at the sight, eyes betraying her want.

You don’t plan on denying her.

“I believe I will show you the value of waiting and behaving, today, little slut”, you coo. Bela moans when you press the vibrating toy up against her stomach.

“We’re going to make you cum over and over and over again today, slutty girl, until I feel you learned your lesson regarding jumping me for pleasure at every chance”

Bela squirms helplessly, as if trying to escape the vibrator now she knows what it’s capable of and meant for.

“Don’t fret, Bela. I’ll be sure to use you as my personal cum dump when you come for me. We’ll be sure not a single drop is wasted outside your holes today. I bet you’d like that, my little breeding toy”

She feels hazed and lightheaded at the nicknames. Her entire body is still sensitive from her prior orgasm, and both of you know it will merely get worse for the poor brat.

She whimpers when the toy is turned on a low setting, buzzing against her clit as she squirms. You grab another piece of the rope, fixing it around her hips and thighs, until it lays against her sensitive bud even when you don’t hold it. She blushes when you pull her close and begin stroking your cock, watching as she is squirming and moaning. She’s so sensitive, her moans and loud and frequent, but you don’t stop the toy.

You know you can go for less rounds than her, but you’re patient. She writhes beautifully, back arched fast already and tied hands gripping the rope tying them.

She feels you against her, your breasts pushing into hers as you hover above the woman. A gentle finger strokes along her warm cheek, and she opens her eyes. Golden orbs have a haze to them as she loses herself in the pleasure given to her.

“Do you like this, Bela?”, you coo. She gasps loudly when you lower yourself, moaning when your cock brushes against the vibrator and pushes it harder against her.

“Y-Ye-A-AAH! Yes! Yes!”, she answers, her voice high pitched and breathless, just how you like it.

You grab a hold of her breasts, toying with the nipple clamps as she whimpers.

Bela groans when you move downwards and pull her hips to the edge of the bed. “Don’t mind me, cumslut”

Her eyes are wide and she tugs on the rope restraining her when you push yourself back inside of her. She’s completely soaked, tightening around you ever so often. You feel the vibrations of the toy as you’re inside of her and moan at the feeling.

Bela squirms below you, her back arched and legs trembling and spread by you, her hard nipples so sensitive under the powerful nipple clamps.

Her wrists look beautiful restrained in red.

“AAAH! AH! AH!”, she moans with every thrust you make into her, her cunt growing wetter and squeezing you harder the closer she gets. The poor thing is right on the brink of a second orgasm, you can tell, and it excites you.

And so, in mere more thrusts, she is pushed over the edge, screaming and whimpering, tears of overstimulation running down her cheeks when the vibrator merely keeps buzzing against her red and overly sensitive clit, and you not only just keep thrusting, but take advantage of the tight squeeze of her cunt when she comes, and thrust even harder and faster.

She feels you cum inside of her yet again, the warm, wet feeling deep in her womb. You don’t seem to have enough yet, however, instead keep on thrusting your hips, eager to give her another creampie inside her warm cunt.

The poor blonde feels herself be rocked up and down on the bed from your thrusts, breasts bouncing and nipple clamps jiggling, her legs desperately attempting to close from the amount of pleasure given to her.

You tsk at her, simply spreading them wide open for you. “No, no no no, you slutty thing. You’ve wanted pleasure so bad, my precious pet, now you’re going to receive it until I’m done with you”

Your words make her clench around your cock tightly. You groan at the pleasure. You’re close from fucking her soft cunt. You believe you will drag another orgasm from her until you take pity on the overstimulated blonde.

She’s arching her back and turning nearly sideways due to her squirms, gasping when you flip her back on her backside and keep a hand on her hip to prevent her to squirm away. “We’re going to breed you now, cumslut”, you coo. Head head spins.

In one moment she’s on her back, in the other you flip her around and lift her hips, roughly fucking her from behind. The nipple clamps rub up on the bed, as does her face. Her tied hands leave her no way of holding herself up.

“A-AAH! AH!”

She jumps when you smack her ass, the pale flesh turning light pink. Another has her clench around you again. The feeling is heavenly.

You grip her leash tightly, using it to pull her closer with each thrust. Her throat burns from her screams and moans.

Bela squeals when the vibrator is turned up a little more, buzzing fast and intensely against her already sensitive clit. The effect is immediate, her legs shaking and her hips trembling beneath your fingers.

“Mghmmm!”, she moans, biting into the sheets of the bed in a desperate attempt to stay quiet and avoid another punishment for breaking your rule regarding talking.

Another slap to her ass.

She’s positively dripping for you.

You’re close, ready to fill her with cum yet again.

“Now, beg me for an orgasm like a good girl. I know you’re too slutty to deny yourself pleasure, Bela”

She whimpers, tears flowing down her cheeks, yet knows you’re right. She’s so overstimulated it almost hurts, and yet can’t help but beg you for another orgasm.

“Please, Miss, please!”

You laugh, granting her the wish as you yourself cum inside her sweet cunt.

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inaris-mage-of-storms · 8 months ago

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}{ Who Are You? Are You Nobody, Too? }{

}{ Thrown into a strange game with no memories of their lives before, Jimmy and Scott find comfort in a quiet valley and in each other. }{

}{ 3rd Life }{ Flower Husbands }{ 3.9k }{ sfw abridged version of an entry for Driving After Dark 2 }{

"We're married now."

Jimmy gaped as Scott grinned at him behind the delicate petals of the flower he held to his nose. "E - excuse me?"

It was just a bit, surely. The sort of joke that he would usually, if the other person was someone he liked, lean into with everything he had and flirt back just as hard. But something about the soft quirk of Scott's lips and the gleam in his gemstone eyes made Jimmy's thoughts short circuit.

"You gave me a flower. We're married now," repeated Scott. "That's how it works, you know."

"Oh," was all Jimmy managed to get out. He was fairly certain that wasn't how marriage worked, despite his missing memories, but the crystalline notes of Scott's ringing laughter eroded any desire Jimmy had to challenge the declaration.

And anyway, it was just a bit. Surely.

Scott seemed to be completely serious about teaming up, at least, and Jimmy was eager to prove himself a good ally who could carry his weight without being a burden. That was why he opted to build his own little house on the opposite side of the valley, to avoid inserting himself into Scott's space without a direct invitation. He showed off his work proudly, but the way Scott's ears dropped when he saw it had Jimmy second-guessing himself.

"Sorry. I'm not a very good builder," he said as he twisted his hands uncertainly. "I know you like things to be all cute and everything. I tried my best, but - "

Scott cocked his head to one side and seemed almost perplexed as he watched Jimmy stumble over his words. Then some realization or another that Jimmy couldn't work out crossed his face, and he smiled in that way that always sent Jimmy's stomach into somersaults.

"I do like cute things. That's why you're around." He giggled at Jimmy's immediate flush. "It's a good start, really! Do you mind if I...?"

Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he had only imagined the disappointment in Scott's eyes earlier. "Not at all, go ahead! What's mine is yours."

"Oh? I'll keep that in mind." Amusement sparkled in Scott's eyes, assuring Jimmy that his next words were only meant to tease, not be taken seriously. "It will soothe the disappointment that my husband doesn't want to live in the same house as me."

"...What?" squeaked Jimmy. He squeaked a lot around Scott, he was beginning to realize. "Wait, that's what you were upset about?"

Scott laughed.

- }{ -

By the time Jimmy returned, both the face of his cliffside hut and the flower valley as a whole sported significant improvements. Scott was kneeling by a campfire near the lakeshore, stirring a pot of something that smelled amazing. His ears twitched almost imperceptibly at Jimmy's approach, and he looked up to greet him with that smile that sent Jimmy's stomach into somersaults.

His stomach went into a lot of somersaults around Scott, he was beginning to realize.

"I thought we'd have dinner out here, meet in the middle so to speak. If that's okay with you." Scott turned his attention back to the stew.

Jimmy grinned. "Yeah, 'course it is. Just let me put everything away." He emptied his inventory of all the resources he'd gathered on his trip out, then joined Scott by the fire. "What all's in there, anyway?"

"Mostly vegetables." Scott lifted the wooden spoon he was stirring with, both to show Jimmy the chunk of carrot that rested on it and to test the tenderness of the vegetable against the wall of the pot. "Our first harvest of carrots and potatoes, and some odds and ends I foraged from the woods. I did add some of the chicken you prepared earlier, to make it a little more hearty."

He set aside the spoon and picked up a ladle instead, filling a bowl and passing it to Jimmy before filling his own. Jimmy accepted it gratefully, taking a tentative sip of the hot broth before picking up one of the two smaller spoons that waited nearby. "Oh, that's delicious - wait, did you carve all these dishes today?"

Scott seemed pleased that Jimmy had noticed. Jimmy would notice every detail he could if it meant that smile would stay on those pretty lips. "I did," said Scott. "I finished my building projects earlier than I expected, so I thought I might as well start on some easy comforts."

"Oh my gosh, that's impressive! Is there anything you're not good at?"

Scott's ears twitched happily. "Oh, very little," he said smugly, and Jimmy laughed.

There wasn't much in the way of conversation at first. Jimmy's focus was on the stew, the day's hard work of gathering logs and stone and ores having made him ravenous. Scott was similarly focused on refueling after all the hours spent building. But as food and silence both settled, the slightly awkward small talk between them strengthened into something easy and comfortable. They told each other what little they could about themselves, information drawn from either their limited memories or gut feelings, and theorized about what they couldn't recall.

"Do you think we're anyone important in our home worlds?" Jimmy asked. He stared up at the first stars that faded into existence as the sky slowly dimmed. "I get the feeling that some of the others are, you know? Like Etho, or Martyn. They just feel so...big. Like there's no way they aren't someone."

Scott was laying next to him in the grass. The inches between their shoulders felt ever so close and oh so far all at the same time. "I don't think I am. Or rather, I hope I'm not. Being known by strangers sounds...exhausting. I just want a quiet little life with someone I care about."

Jimmy smiled. "That sounds nice. I don't think I'm anyone important either. But you're right; being nobody sounds like the way to go." He turned his head to look at Scott. "You know, we never did proper introductions. Hi, I'm Jimmy. I'm nobody."

Scott turned his head to look at Jimmy with a soft smile. "Hi Jimmy. I'm Scott. I'm nobody, too."

Jimmy laughed.

- }{ -

No one on the server knew quite what to make of their situation. Fourteen people, dropped into an unknown world, with no memory of the lives they surely must have been leading before and only the knowledge that they had agreed to partake in some sort of game. They were all vaguely aware that there were rules that would be revised with death, knew three deaths would be the end, and had a strong suspicion that some of them must have known at least some of the others before. But beyond that, they were almost as much a mystery to themselves as they were to one another.

Jimmy had his own strong suspicion that Scott was the sort to be just as mysterious in his regular life. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the...elf? fae? Jimmy didn't know exactly what he was, and Scott only smiled and deflected the question when Jimmy asked.

Neither man avoided the rest of the server entirely, but decided early on that they preferred to keep to themselves for the most part, unwilling to get too involved with the growing tensions between other factions. With a strong wall erected around their little valley and most of the resources they needed within, it was easy to forget that there was more to the situation than living the quiet little life Scott had admitted to dreaming of.

It was easy to forget, too, that they weren't really married. Scott still jokingly referred to Jimmy as his husband, even in front of the others, and seemed perpetually amused by Jimmy's variety of flustered reactions whenever he did.

Jimmy might not have been certain of much, but he knew beyond doubt that he was utterly enchanted by his basemate. The first time Scott leaned over and kissed Jimmy's cheek, Jimmy's thoughts crashed so hard that he barely heard Scott ask (with difficulty concealing his delight) if he was all right.

"Fine! I'm perfectly fine," he managed to squeak out. "Was just - thinking! About the, um, the thing. The thing that needs, uh, repaired right? I'll...go do that now."

"Right, the thing," repeated Scott, eyes sparkling. Jimmy wondered if they shone just as brightly in whatever color they were naturally, whether they were the green they were now or some other shade. "Best get to it before sunset."

- }{ -

It took Jimmy another three days to work up the courage to ask Scott for another kiss. He wasn't even planning on it at the time, but they were sitting shoulder to shoulder on the lakeshore when a stray petal drifted down from the clifftop and landed in Jimmy's hair.

Scott leaned in and reached up to pluck it away. "Trying a new accessory?" he said with a grin. His voice was low and his breath was warm, and Jimmy found that all of a sudden desire outweighed anxiety.

"Can I kiss you?"

Scott's eyes widened in surprise, then his mouth curved into that soft, soft smile. "Of course. You don't really have to ask to kiss your own husband, you know."

Jimmy let out a breathless chuckle. "You're still sticking to your little joke, huh?"

Scott's ears dropped, and Jimmy's heart dropped with them when he saw hurt clouding his pretty eyes. "You thought I was joking about that?"

"Well...yeah?" Jimmy tilted his head in confusion. "I mean, you said it literally within the first, like, hour of meeting. We barely know one another, Scott."

"Oh." Scott pulled away. Jimmy was struck with the desire to pull him close and assure him he didn't mean it. "I'm sorry. I mean, I know we're not married married, but you never said anything against it, and I thought you liked me back, so I just sort of...assumed."

"Assumed what?" This wasn't going at all how Jimmy had pictured it. "And I do like you! I just didn't want to, you know, take things at face value and look like an idiot later if it turned out I misinterpreted what you meant." He paused. "Which...okay, in hindsight - "

If the delicate bell-shaped flowers that dotted the ground in the woods could actually ring, Jimmy imagined they would sound an awful lot like Scott's laughter.

"So you do like me?" Scott's ears were beginning to perk back up, albeit cautiously. "You're not mad that I assumed we were dating?"

"I mean, I wish you would have said something? But no, I'm not mad." Heat blossomed across his cheeks. "So...about that kiss?"

Scott leaned in but paused at the last moment, letting Jimmy be the one to close the gap. Jimmy leaned in too, and the longing feeling in his chest that he hadn't even known was there disappeared.

Logically, Jimmy knew it couldn't possibly be his first kiss. The jitters he felt had more to do with kissing someone new for the first time, not the act of kissing itself. But was it the first time he had ever kissed Scott? It didn't seem probable that they even knew each other in the outside world, let alone were romantically involved, and yet...

Scott deepened the kiss, melting into Jimmy when Jimmy put his arms around him. The way their mouths moved together felt like the most natural thing in the world. One ear twitched in - surprise? delight? Jimmy had learned quickly how to read Scott's subtle body language, but some microexpressions were still beyond him - when Jimmy was the one to take initiative and run his tongue along Scott's lower lip, and he let him in immediately.

By the time they parted to pant for air, Jimmy had lowered Scott down into the soft grass, and the way Scott stared up at him with swollen lips and gentle surrender in his eyes stole Jimmy's breath away as quickly as he could catch it.

"I don't want this to be over."

The confession that slipped out of Jimmy startled both of them. Then Scott's confusion gave way to amusement, and he laughed. "Well, I don't exactly plan on giving you up any time soon."

"No, I mean - " Jimmy sighed and rested his forehead against Scott's. "What happens at...at the end? I know what happens when you die in a typical hardcore world, but..."

But nothing about their situation was typical. And even in a typical world, the same fear lurked in the background of every player's mind: what if something goes wrong? what if my eyes don't open again like they're meant to? what if this is actually final? Jimmy had been trying not to think about it, but being dropped into a strange game with no memory was unsettling enough, and only magnified those natural fears.

They might be the players, but something else was toying with them.

"I think we'll respawn wherever we're meant to be," said Scott firmly. "Whatever block has been placed on our memories will be gone, we'll be safe at home - wherever 'home' is - and we'll have new friends to contact. Or old friends to check up on," he added, threading his fingers through Jimmy's hair.

Jimmy nosed against his cheek, then lay next to him with a sigh. "You think we know each other on the outside?"

Scott snorted. "Jimmy, either we already knew each other before this, or we have what is quite possibly the most insane and immediate chemistry that has ever existed between two people." He mirrored the way Jimmy lay on his side, tucking a hand under his head. "You...feel like home. It's hard to imagine I came from a life where I didn't already love you."

Jimmy smiled. "Home?" he repeated, feeling a sliver of hope for what could be.

"Home," said Scott, and it sounded like a promise.

- }{ -

"I mean, you don't have to use it or anything." Jimmy pressed his fingertips together nervously. "It's not very well-made, actually. It's only holding together because Impulse helped me with all the fiddly bits."

Scott stared at the hand-cranked beater he held, turning it over and inspecting it. Jimmy shifted nervously. A few days before, Scott had lamented the lack of much nicer kitchen appliances found on more established servers, wishing aloud for even the simplicity of an electric mixer to make his baking easier. A bundle of twigs made a sufficient enough whisk for eggs, but not so much for making a smooth, creamy frosting to top the variety of little cakes he liked to bake.

"I did wonder what you were spending so long at the anvil for the other day." Scott tapped a finger against the metal of the beater. "I love it. Thank you."

Jimmy beamed, pleased with the pleased expression on Scott's face and even happier with the kiss that followed. "My husband is so talented," said Scott, resting his forehead against Jimmy's. "Is there anything you're not good at?"

"Quite a lot, actually," said Jimmy with a sheepish grin, and Scott laughed.

Scott made a cake that very night, informing Jimmy with delight that the beater did indeed make a significant difference to the texture of the frosting he'd previously been mixing with only a wooden spoon. Privately, Jimmy couldn't tell much of a difference, but he kept that thought to himself. He was more interested in the way Scott offered a scoop of frosting on his fingertip for Jimmy to taste, and the way Scott's breath caught when Jimmy gripped his wrist firmly and took his time licking away the creamy glaze.

"It's delicious." Jimmy didn't intend the low, deep tone that his voice took on, but he took great interest in the way Scott swallowed hard, parted his lips, and leaned closer. It would be easy to tease him, but it would be even easier to lean in and kiss him.

"Don't you have a cake to frost?" he murmured against Scott's lips when Scott went for a second kiss almost right away.

"It still needs to cool," Scott murmured back. Not one to be denied, he mouthed at Jimmy's jawline and down his neck, and it was Jimmy's to flush and lean closer. "Could take hours, really."

Jimmy chuckled breathlessly. "Hours, huh? Well, you're the expert. What do we do in the meantime?"

Scott smiled against his neck. Jimmy's heart pounded in his chest.

He was so caught up in imagining the possibilities of what Scott might say next that it took him a moment to realize what was happening when Scott stepped back, smiling ever so sweetly, and handed him a pile of dishes to be washed.

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"What's on your mind?"

Jimmy jumped as Scott nudged him with his shoulder. "Oh! Gosh, you startled me. Sorry, what did you say?"

Scott's lips were quirked upwards and he kept his tone light, but the crease of his brow betrayed his concern. "You've been a million miles away all day. What's wrong?"

"Oh. Nothing's wrong. I just..." Jimmy looked down at the blade laying across his lap and gave it another polish. "Some of the others think this is all going to turn into a proper war."

"Hmm." Scott looked out over the water. The sun that shone down on them was warm, but not overly so. Dragonflies flitted around the reeds. A little frog sat quietly in the mud shaded by a rock. A bluejay watched them from the top of the wall, silent.

Jimmy polished a freshly sharpened sword. Two sets of armor hung by the anvil, gleaming with newly applied enchantments. The potions chest next to Scott's brewing stand was crowded.

"What if - "

Scott put a hand over Jimmy's. "We'll be okay. We're just a couple of nobodies, remember?" He slipped the sword from Jimmy's grasp and set it off to the side, replacing it with his own fingers. Jimmy held on like he'd been handed a lifeline he was afraid to let go of.

He looked around at the beautiful oasis he and Scott had created together. He looked at Scott, so graceful he could easily be mistaken for some ethereal spirit who lived among the flowers.

Perhaps he was. Perhaps Scott had always been here, part of this valley of eternal summer, and only Jimmy was the outsider.

Jimmy didn't care anymore about the world before, he realized. Sure, he was a little curious, but had everything he needed here. He had a home, rustic but comfortable, with plenty of room to improve over time. He had friends, some of whom - like Martyn and BigB - even felt like he'd known for years.

He had Scott.

Nothing, in this world or any other, could fill his heart the way Scott did.

"Jimmy?"

Scott squeezed his hand. Jimmy swallowed against the emotions creeping up his throat.

There was a poppy in his inventory, picked only this morning and stored away until Jimmy could figure out the best time to present it. But realizing his heart was certain in an uncertain world, it didn't seem like there would be a better time than right now.

Scott blinked at the flower Jimmy handed him, but took it without hesitation. "We're married now," said Jimmy, and Scott's eyes shot back up to meet his own. Jimmy grinned. "I gave you a flower. We're married now. That's how it works, right?"

"Oh," was all Scott managed to get out. Then his arms were around Jimmy's neck, and his mouth was crashing against Jimmy's mouth, and it really didn't matter anymore what the rest of the factions outside the wall were or weren't planning.

Jimmy smiled as Scott grinned at him behind the delicate petals of the flower he held to his nose, and they both laughed.

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"What's on your mind?"

One of Scott's ears flicked toward Jimmy at the sound of his voice, but he didn't take his eyes off the nearly complete flower crown in his hands. "Just trying to decide how many more roses I want in this."

Jimmy tucked in the end of the last stem on his own flower crown and placed it on Scott's head. "It's not very nice to lie to your husband, you know."

Scott chuckled, but Jimmy could hear the reservation lurking in the melodious notes. Jimmy cupped his cheek, and Scott leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too." Jimmy pressed his lips to Scott's forehead. "Why do you sound so sad about it? You're not breaking up with me, are you?"

He meant it as a joke, but the way Scott looked at him sent his stomach plummeting.

"No, of course not." Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief, and Scott gave him an apologetic smile. "But seeing Scar turn red, it made me think about what's coming. What happens when this is all over."

"Didn't we already talk about this?" Jimmy kissed Scott's forehead, then the bridge of his nose, then under his eye. "We outlive everyone, and enjoy being nobodies together. Easy."

Scott's eyes were soft as he watched Jimmy. "Yeah. Easy." He finished weaving the flowers he still clutched, then crowned Jimmy with them. "But let's say something happens and we respawn back in our old lives. Would you...still want me?"

"Yes."

Jimmy answered without hesitation, not needing to think about it. He already had thought about, late at night staring at the ceiling and listening to Scott's steady breathing next to him. He knew this couldn't last forever, as badly as he wanted it to. But he and Scott could.

"I want to marry you for real," he said softly. "Maybe we can find a cleric somewhere, or maybe Ren could do it. Kings can do that sort of thing, right?"

Scott laughed. "You know what? Why don't we do it? Think about it; clerics and kings officiate marriages because they represent a higher authority. But the only authority I care to recognize is yours and mine."

"I like the sound of that." Jimmy kissed Scott's hand. If he'd ever been to any weddings, he couldn't remember them, but he could recall some vague approximation of what must be standard vows. "I promise to cherish you forever and stand by your side, for better or for worse, from one dream to the next."

Under a veil of sunshine and poppies, Scott smiled at his husband. "I promise to cherish you forever and stand by your side," he repeated. "For better or for worse, from one dream to the next."

The vows were simple, the kiss was chaste, and the only witnesses were butterflies and birds. But it was theirs, and it was beautiful. In a peaceful valley in one little corner of a strange world, two nobodies grinned at one another under the delicate petals of the flowers in their hair, and they both laughed.

#file: storm writes things #flower husbands #trafficshipping #the full version will go up on ao3 and the sideblog in a day or two

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jakejizzka · 1 year ago

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Forbidden - pt. 1

jake kiszka x reader

18+ NSFW

TW: drinking, cheating, slight dom vibe, unprotected sex

I have a lot of ideas for this series so I hope you guys like it!

summary: you go to a concert that turns into a night with you will never forget

You were nervous, you’ve never done anything like this before. It’s not a normal occurrence your favorite band would be playing in your city, so after considering your options of company you ultimately decided to go alone. You convince yourself it will be freeing, and a big step for you to do something like this alone. You were going to make Greta Van Fleet’s arena your bitch tonight.

You finish putting on your outfit, which consists of tight black jeans, a cropped low-cut lace black tank top, and a tattered cream linen button up opened with the ends shredded and sleeves rolled up. You put on your assortment of necklaces and golden hoop earrings. Finishing the look with your pit vipers with the word “JOSH” bedazzled across them in red gemstones.

The makeup you put on for this wasn’t your usual but this was your night to be creative, creating thick lines of black eyeliner and a dark red lipstick. After seeing pictures from their last show, you noticed all of them upping their make up game so you threw on some gold tears as well.

You throw on your ankle boots and grab your keys. Let’s do this.

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You get to the venue and the nerves are trying to get the best of you, so you veer to the bathroom for some deep breaths alone in a stall. When you exit, another girl is there with black hair and two blue streaks in the front. She smiles and tells you she loves your Jake outfit. You smile and thank her and laugh as you walk out, not realizing you had done it so obviously. You knew Jake had a girlfriend, they all did actually. Except Josh, and that’s what initially drew you to him as your favorite. At least in your delusions, you could hypothetically stand a chance. You would never admit it, but Jake always seemed to catch your eye but part of you felt guilty…?

You make your way onto the floor and see it’s not as packed as you expected, but the front is definitely full. Making your way over you notice the girl from the bathroom at the barricade, and she waves at you. This was your way in, and you couldn’t thank this kind stranger enough. You scoot through the crowd playing up your friendship with this girl so maybe less people will silently hate you for pushing your way up.

After some small talk with your new acquaintance the arena goes quiet, and then we hear Reason’s For Waiting start echoing around. Suddenly all the nerves in your body have flew out through you into the atmosphere, this is the night you’ve been dreaming of and it’s happening.

Before you know it you hear Josh’s monologue start, and the lights are glowing behind the curtain, suddenly you see their shadows one by one entering the stage and a giant smile spreads across your face.

Then, the curtain dropped.

You were so close the stage lights made you feel like you were glowing, and you watch as the first song played trying to let your eyes adjust. The bass is moving through your chest and you’re screaming the lyrics song after song.

About halfway through you had fully acclimated to your surroundings. Josh is to your left slightly, you were standing on barricade between the middle and Jake’s side. When you decided to move on to take in the next of them, you look at Jake and you swear he was looking back. Deciding you were just wrapped up in the moment, your eyes dance back over to Josh and Danny and keep singing. After another two songs they start playing The Barbarians and the intro guitar solo is coming up, you pan over to Jake and he’s as close as he can get to the edge of the stage. You instinctively lean as far as you can to stare at this man perform magic in front of you. His guitar wails the first note, and he looks up right at you and you swear there’s a smirk on his face. Suddenly your entire body is on fire, the blush consuming your entire face seems to please him because he winks when Josh starts singing and slowly backs up back onto the stage.

You look around sure other people had to of seen what just happened, nobody is phased and you wonder if you’re letting the delusions win again per usual. As if he can read your thoughts, he reappears at the edge of the stage leaning down for the solo at the end of the song and he’s going even harder almost like he doesn’t want you to look away again.

The song comes to an end, with Jake cracking his hand down onto the guitar with a slap, and an apparently necessary glance at you. Your mind is spinning, the gaslighting you are doing to yourself right now is clinical because you know this can’t be real. You know Jake publicly has a long term girlfriend, and nobody else seems to have noticed so why does it feel like he’s making the guitar whine for you and only you right now?

The lights go down after the last song, and they all jog off stage before the encore. You take the few minutes of intermission to collect yourself and ground yourself back to reality, no more delusions. Continuing your chat with the girl next to you, no mention of Jake’s actions were mentioned so you are able to calm down a bit more laughing at yourself. Shots of fireball are being passed around barricade and you gratefully take one.

The crowd roars and you turn around to see the band taking the stage again in the dark. You smile over at your new friend in excitement. Waiting for the lights, security comes out to front the barricade and you see them holding set lists. You know that usually they have security pass these out to avoid any fights breaking out in the front, and you feel excited knowing you’re finally close enough at a show to possibly get one. A tall muscular security member walks over directly in front of you and suddenly you feel bodies pressing on you from all directions, the man reaches to pull your arm far out passed the barricade to ensure the set list goes into your hand specifically.

You smile at his kindness, and wonder what made him choose you but thank him regardless and hold it close to your chest scared of opening it surrounded by everyone. You tuck it into your bra, and grab back onto the rails waiting for lights to blast on.

The lights come on, and they’ve all assumed their positions again with grins. It warms your heart to see your favorite people enjoying their show so much, knowing this arena is filled with people cheering them on. You look to Josh as he’s talking into the microphone and you remember your sunglasses.

Taking them off you start swinging them around out past the rails hoping by some miracle he takes them for the encore. He sees you and shoots you a smile, but continues talking. The next thing you know, the same security guard is taking them from you to hand up and it feels like the floor is going to cave in below you or maybe you’ll float to the ceiling.

But then, you watch the glasses go up to Jake. He thanks the security guard, and looks at you then reads the glasses and rolls his eyes. He looks at you shakes his head and puts them on with a mischievous grin. You look up at him and feel heat flooding your cheeks. Then the song starts, and he’s gone again.

You are feeling a whirlwind of thoughts consume you, irrational, rational, it feels like your mind can’t keep up with the emotions coursing through your body right now. After this last interaction, it’s as if Jake is the only one on this stage. You can’t look away and he seems to know because he doesn’t give you anymore attention the rest of the night almost like he’s playing some game you don’t know about.

You stare on longing for one more glance, and finally you get it. Seconds before the lights cut again and they leave for good, he looks dead at you and gives you a big grin showing his teeth and his eyes were piercing into yours in a way that had you feeling like that fireball shot was actually 5.

Lights cut off, they leave and everyone starts shuffling away. Still stunned and shocked you stand there in a daze for apparently too long because security starts shooing people off the rails and you snap back into reality. Looking around it’s apparent your new friend was here with a group because everyone is gone, and you’re just slowly exiting trying to process what all just happened.

You get back to your car and start loading your bag into the back, and pull out a hoodie to throw on over your revealing top because it’s late now and the temperature has dropped. Sitting down, you crank the car and reach into your shirt and pull out your set list finally safe to look at. Smiling, you open it up and your jaw drops.

There’s a guitar pick taped int the middle of it with Jake’s name on it, and when you go to remove it, you see in small sneaky handwriting there’s a phone number underneath it. There’s no way this is….? Thinking you’re being pranked you grab your cell phone before taking off on the drive, and type in the number to text.

“Whoever this is, this isn’t funny. I don’t know what you think you saw but I don’t appreciate the mocking.”

There’s no immediate response so you close the screen, and throw it in the passenger seat starting your drive home.

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You arrive home, and start your way upstairs to your apartment when you feel a buzzing in your pocket.

“If part of you didn’t think it might be me, then why’d you text this number hm?”

Suddenly you forget how to breathe, you almost drop your phone. This isn’t happening, this isn’t…..nope. No way. Not possible

“Prove it.”

You hurry up the stairs and before you even reach the top your phone buzzes again, twice.

“I’m going to try to not let this hurt my feelings, by the way.”

A picture of the JOSH sunglasses sitting on an unfamiliar table follows.

You feel goosebumps start all over your body, and a blush spreading across your cheeks. What….what do you even say? How is this…another buzz comes through.

“I trust you to not share this number with anyone, and in return maybe we can meet up for a little after party of our own?”

A gigantic smile takes over you and as you look down at your phone. You’re not crazy…all of those things really DID happen. He was just so smooth nobody else seemed to catch any of it.

You type back,

“Well…okay. Just tell me when and where. P.S.- Jealous about the glasses still?”

You walk into your apartment and sit your things down plopping onto the couch staring at the conversation waiting for the next message to come through in disbelief.

“Send me your address, and I will come bearing alcohol & gifts. P.S. Yes, very.”

Your better judgment says not to do this, but who else could have taken a picture like that of the glasses you know you made…this is actually happening and that reality is sinking in now.

You send him your address and say nothing else. Looking around your apartment you panic thinking about Jake Fucking Kiszka being in here. The blow off the nervous energy you start rearranging things, cleaning surfaces, lighting candles. You put on your favorite playlist at the moment, making sure it’s not one with any Greta Van Fleet so you don’t look corny as hell. It’s all coming together the best it will, when you hear three tiny knocks at your door.

You almost yelp in surprise and jump up, cautiously moving to the door. Looking out the peep hole you see a smug Jake Kiszka staring right into it. Holy. Fucking. Shit. His linen pants and black tee shirt are fit against his body perfectly, he has his hair pulled back and those god forsaken sunglasses.

Your hand is shaking and you unlock the door and crack it open and stare with your jaw open. He chuckles and slides his hand in the small opening you’ve allowed then says “So can I come in? Or are you trying to get me caught already?” he gestures to the openness of your parking lot with cars pulling in and out. You stare at his deep warm brown eyes for a moment getting lost.

You snap into reality and open the door all the way and just mumble “yeah sorry..um”. He walks in and sets the liquor he brought on your coffee table and then you see him take a deep breath before turning around to face you.

He stands a little awkwardly but still confident in your living room.

“So are you going to tell me your name now? Or just stand there with your mouth open because I can work with that too…up to you” He winks at you. It takes your brain a moment to catch up to the flirty joke.

“Oh um, yeah I’m y/n. Hi.” You try to keep your jaw attached to your face and act normal, softly laughing.

“I know you’re probably confused as fuck right now why Jake Kiszka is standing in your apartment right?” you nod in response to his statement. He looks at you for a moment, seeming hesitant then you see the hesitation fade in his eyes.

He smirks, “Well the bad news is I don’t have an explanation for you. Besides the fact I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all night tonight. You really truly almost made me mess up a few of my solos, so thanks for that.” He rolls his eyes at you with a smile, almost seeming like he’s the nervous one now.

You start stuttering, “I thought……you have…..don’t you……you are..with..”

He cuts you off, pressing his finger to your mouth and moving in closer to you. He gets so close, you can smell him now and it makes you blush, it’s a mix of rum and a warm vanilla with sweat. He takes off his sunglasses finally, I mean it’s almost midnight for christ sakes anyway.

“I know you don’t owe me anything y/n, but please don’t make me think about it. About her. I need this, if you’ll allow me to have it…” He trails off and stares at you with warm amber colored eyes, and you can see there’s something in there you can’t place. Maybe it’s a hint of vulnerability. Whatever it is, it makes you let your guard down and smile at him.

“Okay so, I won’t ask too many questions I guess. What are we drinking?” You head to the kitchen to grab some glasses. On the way there your mind is spinning.

You hear a sigh of relief come from the living room and a quiet “I brought options since I don’t know you really…yet anyway” you sense the smile in his voice at the last two words.

You walk out with two glasses analyzing the options and your eyes widen at the vodka. “Oh great, my favorite. I actually don’t even like fireball you know…” You say with a smirk.

This gets a laugh out of him and the mood is lifted instantly, his laugh makes your heart flutter in your chest. His shoulders relax a bit and he gives you a soft smile. He pours you both your drinks and you go to sit on the couch, while he makes himself at home going through your vinyl collection. His hand stops on The Battle at Garden’s Gate, and he looks over at you with the dumbest grin and you roll your eyes.

Chuckling he makes his way over to you, and sits down beside you on the couch resting a hand on your thigh.

“Listen, y/n I know that you know…I have my girlfriend. But things just…..” he trails off “Things aren’t great…for me..right now…for us…and I just felt something watching you tonight I haven’t felt in awhile. I needed to see you to see if….you’d want to help me out with these…feelings..to see if you think I’m crazy or if you felt it too maybe.” He looks into your eyes hoping you understand his scattered thoughts, and you do.

You nod, and without much thought just vodka confidence you lean in to him and whisper in his ear “I’ll help you with any kind of feelings you need me to Jake”.

He visibly shivers at your breath going down his neck, and something in his eyes darkens. “Tell me at any point if you want me to stop or leave or anything and I will, okay?”

“Okay” you smile, knowing that’s the last thing that’s going to happen.

“Okay” he repeats biting his lip staring at yours. He leans in and presses his lips to yours and you can feel him melt against you.

You move your hand up his neck and reach back to the hair tie in his hair pulling it out letting his hair go. He smiles against the kiss when you do this, your new found confidence clearly impressing him.

With his hair down now, you run your hands up into it and give it a gentle tug wondering if he’ll notice. A small groan from his throat is his response, and he pushes his tongue against your lips begging to be let in. You lick his lips back, and soon your tongues are dancing in and out of each other’s mouths with heavy breaths.

You pull away, and look at him taking in his beautiful hair and beautiful face for a second and he raises and eyebrow at you. “I was going to see if you want to go to my bedroom?” you ask trying to hide your blushing.

“Oh, y/n that’s exactly why I came here darling” he grins at you and tucks your hair behind your ear. He stands up and reaches out for your hand in a dramatic Jake-esque instagram picture way that makes you roll your eyes into the back of your skull. You grab his hand and he starts laughing.

“Lead the way princess” he whispers.

You led him down the hallway to your bedroom and before you’ve even fully walked into the room your being pressed against the wall and he’s kissing you like his life depends on it. The darkness in his eyes is on full blast when you look at him, and his lips twitch up in the corner before diving into your neck covering it in kisses and bites.

Without realizing it you’re letting out whimpers with each bite, and it’s driving him insane. He growls when he says “Fuck you sound so pretty, darling” and that sends a full body shiver through you.

He lifts you off the wall onto his waist and carries you over to the bed laying you down carefully. He’s looking down at you like he hasn’t eaten in weeks, and you’re the only meal in sight. Slowly, he leans down over you and places another deep kiss on your lips.

He moves down beside your ear, and whispers “After tonight, you’re not going to be able to look at any of my brothers ever again, not the way you’ll look at me.”

A moan escapes out past your lips and it surprises you, sending a blush down your body. He smiles like a predator showing its teeth to its prey.

His hands are everywhere, he’s touching over your body frantically small groans coming from his chest the whole time, “God I needed this, you have no idea y/n”

You run a hand through his hair while he’s working his hand up your shirt, and you whisper “You can use me to meet your needs anytime, sir” and then the most heavenly reverberating moan comes from his mouth.

He starts undressing you as quickly as his hands let him, heavily breathing out “beautiful” and “unbelievable” and other praises the whole time. Once you’re fully naked, exposed to him, he stands up to undress himself and just stares at you with eyes full of wonder and lust. Once he’s completely naked you gasp, involuntarily, at just how truly beautiful this man is. He looks up through his hair smiling, before climbing back over you.

With him on top of you, you can feel his heartbeat racing and his pupils are blown wide open. You see how much he needs this so you ask, “Could you lay down for a second and I can take care of you a little bit..if you’d like that?”

His eyes flutter for a moment and a smirk grows on his face as he lays down on his back he says “I would fucking love that, you have no idea. God you’re perfect.”

You move to hover over him straddling his lap, every movement you make gaining grunts and moans from him. You start kissing his neck making sure to take your time so he can enjoy this as much as you can tell he needs to.

You lick from his neck down to his chest and then finally to his stomach. God is it perfect, so soft and so completely Jake. You couldn’t have dreamed you’d ever be seeing it with your own two eyes this way. You place kisses all over his stomach, making your way to his hips placing gentle bites at both of them. He bites his lips and you swear you hear a little whimper come out.

You waste no more time, and lick down his entire length stunned at the size. You swirl your tongue around his head, and his hips start moving up begging for more.

You take all of him into your mouth, moaning onto him. His hand travels down and grabs a handful of your hair.

Pulling the fistful of hair tighter he says, “That’s it baby, good girl.”

His praise encourages you and you sink down feeling him fill the back of your throat. The moan that comes out of him in reaction is heavenly. You want to hear it over and over.

He starts thrusting his hips up into you, taking control but you can tell he’s still holding back trying to be gentle with you.

The grip in your hair gets tighter and the sting sends a shiver through you. God he looks so perfect right now. His eyes closed, biting his lip moaning sweet praises.

Suddenly he’s slips himself out of your mouth, and he’s positioned you on your hands and knees.

“I’m hoping you will see me again soon, and I want to really take my time with you over and over.” He leans down into your ear and whispers, “but I need you right fucking now, so will you be a good girl for me and let me fuck you?”

Hearing him talk to you that way makes you start aching and throbbing for him. “Please Jake, yes.”

He grabs your hair again, and you feel him teasing you with his head spreading your wetness all over himself. “Please, what?” He growls out.

“Yes, sir. Please. I need it.”

That sends him plunging into you hard, and his hands grip onto your hips with force. His pace is brutal in the best imaginable way and your vision starts blurring from the pleasure building up in you already.

Without missing a stroke he sends his hand flying down to smack your ass, the sting makes you whimper and then another wave of pleasure crashes down.

He’s already losing the battle he’s putting up to last longer and he is wincing fighting back the release coming. “F-fuck baby, I think I’m close already. God.”

You feel it building in you as well, a tightness creeping through all your muscles “Let go sir, for me?” And next thing you know he’s going even harder, sending himself crashing over the edge of his orgasm into you. Your own following right behind him, you scream out his name at the force of his last stroke.

After a riding through it together, he collapses onto your back and pulls you close. He places a soft kiss on your forehead, and just whispers “Thank you y/n, thank you…”

Once you both catch your breath and lay there for a few minutes kissing and still touching you hear something on the floor buzzing.

His eyes grow wide and he jumps up to grab his phone.

“Fuck!” He starts pacing and getting dressed in the process. He looks at you with regretful eyes, as he answers the phone.

“Hey baby, what’s up?”

Silence, while you hear a woman on the other end. His eyes never leave yours and you know he’s not hearing a word she’s saying.

“Hey, sweetie can I call you when I get back on the bus? It’s hard to hear right now I’m out with the boys.”

After a few moments, he hangs up and silently finishes getting dressed then helping you do the same.

“I’m so sorry y/n, you don’t deserve that right after….after that. It was so amazing, and I’m just sorry that happened.”

Unknown to him, it didn’t seem to phase you for some reason. Did part of you…even like it? Being his secret?…you notice him staring at you waiting for a response so you just shake your head.

“It’s fine Jake…i uh, I get it.”

His eyes are soft as he grabs your chin placing another kiss on your lips. “If I text you, will you still answer? I need to see you again.” His eyes are big, almost begging.

You smile at him and reply, “Just let me know when and where Jakey, I’ll be there for you.”

After some probably inappropriate jokes and flirty remarks he walks to your front door holding your hand. He turns before opening it, and it looks like he has more to say but he doesn’t. He just places a hand on the side of your head gently and kisses your forehead.

He turns, and walks out your door. And you’re left stunned, trying to grasp what the fuck kind of night you just had. You should feel guilty, or maybe sad after that phone call….but all you can do is smile and wonder when he will text you again.

You start to drift off to sleep, and you see your phone light up with one notification. A single text from Jake that just reads,

“Thank you”

You smile and let the exhaustion take you, and drift off reliving your night in your head.

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esimsterlookbook · 3 months ago

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Sloane Sims 4 CC Lookbook

Meet Sloane, a trust fund baby in her second term of university.

Base Sim Info

Eyes/Lashes/Eyebrows: Sims3Melancholic Contacts 114 / Seleng Eyebrows N53 / Twisted Cat Lashes N03

Skin: Pralinesims Face mask / Squea Dusty Skinblend / Praline Sims Eyebags 21 Zombie / Sea Slug Sims Backne / Ok-ruee skin details / Scarlett Scar 03 / CB Skin Set - Moles / Northern Siberia Winds Blush N8 Cheeks and Nose / Sammi_xox Nose and Lip Masks / Sims3Melancholic Belly Mask 1

Tattoos: Closims Pisces Tattoo Set / Lisatrait Periwinkle Tattoo Set

Everyday:

Hair: Reina 82 Rochella hair

Outfit: Serenity Evelyn Top / Serenity Loreali Pants / SerenityxSenate Coco Shoes

Accessories: Praline Sims Papillion Glasses / Christopher067 Saint Necklace / Giulietta Sims Gemstone Huggie Drop Earrings / S-Club bracelet 202006 / S-Club LL watch 201906

Makeup: Lady Simmer's Maple Blush / Breezytrait petals makeup / sims3melancholic lipstick #9

Formal:

Hair: Simpliciaty Oaklahoma Hair

Outfit: Lazy Eyelids open back long gown

Accessories: Gorilla x3 Multi Ring Earring / Gorilla x3 Basic Coin Necklace / Bobur Braclet 05 / Christopher 067 Mahlia Rings / Giulietta Sims Denise Watch

Makeup: Cryptic Sims 818 Eyeliner / Pralinesims Blush N81 Star Shower V1 / Praline Sims Frappe (N90) Eyeshadow

Athletic:

Hair: Anto Hair 402 Elda

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years ago

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Running from the Flames {25}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: 18+ only, fluff - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality. Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

I was going crazy. I had to be.

Pierre had disappeared first, then Granny had excused herself with Matthew before Grandad skipped along after with a feeble excuse of wanting to get to know her new husband and make sure he was treating her well. Then Otmar said he needed to find Esteban but he had walked off in the opposite direction to where you could see his dark head of hair two tables over.

As I sat alone at the table, wondering what had happened to everyone, I looked around for a familiar face but instead I heard a giggle that I knew well. I spun around at the sound and froze as I found everyone that had gone missing and then some.

Pierre stood in front of all of our family that had flown in for the final race, Addie grinning from his arms.

Everyone was dressed in to the nines and they looked like they belonged on the red carpet they would have walked to enter the event. I had never seen my mum in a ball gown but she looked absolutely gorgeous, just like Pierre’s mother, the two women linking their arms together as they smiled at me.

My eyes were drawn back to Pierre as he stepped forward and carried Addie with him, her excitement making her clap her hands. My heart started beating erratically with each step and I rose to my feet to meet him face to face.

“Pierre…” I whispered as he kissed Addie’s temple and placed her feet on the ground.

“I have spent hours planning what to say, but when I look at you, I can barely remember how to breathe. I thought my life had purpose until the day you and Addie walked into my garage. You turned my world upside down and I will forever be grateful for finding the parts of me that were missing.” Pierre gracefully dropped to one knee and took Addie’s hand. “You make me want to be the best version of myself, to be a father that makes his little girl proud…and a husband that spends every day showing his wife she is loved. I can’t do that without you, Bri. Will you marry me?”

I knew then why Granny had insisted on waterproof makeup as I tried to blink away the tears so nothing would blur the image of Addie handing Pierre a small white box. Pierre thanked her sweetly before peering up at me, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears while his fingers trembled as they opened the box.

I wasn’t the only one that gasped as the three gemstones caught the lights. It was a beautiful ring; a large sapphire set between two diamonds that sparkled like the many shorelines we had walked hand in hand.

I had no words but I didn’t need them. He knew me better than I knew myself and his smile widened as my bottom lip trembled and I nodded as more tears fell. My hand shook more than his as he slipped the ring onto my finger and kissed it before standing up, scooping Addie up with him. His arm curled around my waist and my feet were swept off the floor as he spun around to the cheers of our families and friends.

Our kiss held the hint of salt from our tears that united on our cheeks until Addie pushed her hand between us and we pulled away with a laugh.

“I can’t believe you hid this from me.”

Pierre rested his forehead against mine and sighed. “I never want to do anything like this again, I felt ill trying to keep this a surprise.”

“Well, that’s a good start,” I teased, “it would raise a red flag if you wanted to propose again.”

He chuckled and dipped his lips to my ears. “That’s not what I meant.”

I pulled away with a smile and waved my mum over. “I’ve actually got my own surprise. I was going to wait until tomorrow but since everyone is here…Mum?”

“Right here, honey,” she said as she pulled the folded papers out of her clutch. “Been carrying these around all day just in case.”

Pierre wet his dry lips with his tongue as he wondered what she was handing me. I let him take Addie’s weight as I used both hands to unfold the documents that had been six months in the making.

The crowd around us had grown substantially and most of the drivers were amongst our families with their principals as well. Everyone here knew my story, they knew my history, and they had been there to support Pierre and I with the aftermath of it becoming public news.

“To everyone here you are already Addie’s dad,” I said as I straightened out the kinks in the pages, “and there is no one I know that is a more patient, caring man deserving of the title than you.”

Addie smooshed Pierre’s cheeks together and grinned at him, his own smile widening in response as she cooed, “My daddy.”

“That’s right, ma fille.”

I handed him the papers and he took them with one hand.

“You’ve already promised her that she can take the Gasly name when she turns eighteen but what if I said she didn’t have to wait?”

“How?” he asked with astonishment as he shifted Addie to his hip so he could flip through the papers, pausing at the page where four signatures were already inked, penned beside yesterday's date.

“I know a good lawyer,” I said with a grateful smile to my mum.

I had feared the day Erik was released from prison and tried to get back into my life through Addie. After quite a bit of digging, mum had found out Erik and Trent were only working together for the money they knew would come by blackmailing my family. Erik never wanted a relationship with Addie, and I had never been more relieved. He had happily signed away his parental rights with his lawyer and a witness and I had accepted it with mine.

“What is that?” Jean-Jacques asked when a tear slipped over Pierre’s lashes.

Pierre smiled at his dad. “The best gift ever. Does anyone have a pen?”

Lewis was ready with one that he carried around to sign autographs with and he grinned as he saw the letterhead of the document when he handed it over. “Congratulations, man.”

Without Erik being able to interfere it was going to be a relatively simple process for Pierre to adopt Addie like he had once wished when we were out one night and saw a shooting star. It had seemed like a far-fetched idea at the time but I couldn’t shake the image of hope on his face as he talked about being a family in every sense of the word, a family that would one day grow.

Charles pushed forward and peeked over Pierre’s shoulder as he signed the forms that would begin the process and he gasped. “Adoption Order? No way! That’s like the best news of the night, ah, well, equally best news, of course, since I’m going to finally be your best man. So when is the wedding?”

“Bro, we just got engaged,” Pierre laughed as he handed the signed papers over to my mum to take care of and pulled me back into his arms.

“Yeah, but you made a ten year plan the second you met her.” Charles looked around the drivers and pointed to Daniel. “We even held a little funeral for you at the Monaco afterparty, didn’t we?”

Daniel tipped his head back with a roaring laugh that was contagious. “Another bachelor gone but not forgotten.”

“Haha, really funny,” Pierre said with a roll of his eyes but he couldn’t contain his own laughter. “I’ll remember this when you assholes finally settle down.”

“Daddy, that’s a naughty word,” Addie tutted, encouraging another round of laughs from his colleagues.

“I’m sorry, but they deserve it.” Pierre looked around the gathering and saw even the investors had joined the crowd. “Now, I think I have rubbed enough elbows for the evening that no one will protest if I go and celebrate with my family.”

Pierre laced his fingers with mine, lifting my hand to admire the ring that fit perfectly upon it with a beaming smile. His nose grazed along my jawline, his lips softly trailing until he reached my ear and whispered, “You have made me the happiest man, my beautiful fiancée.”

“I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to keep you that way.” I tugged on the bowtie he hated to wear and unbuttoned the top of his dress shirt so he could relax a little bit in the formal attire. “It’s a shame we aren’t in Vegas anymore.”

“My mum would probably kill me if we eloped.”

I giggled and nodded, knowing my own wouldn’t be happy with the idea either. “And my mum would probably get her off the charges. So a big wedding?”

“Go big or go home.”

“Alright, alright, enough whispering sweet nothings among lovers,” Charles teased as he approached. “Let’s go, I’m starving.”

“Oh, sorry, Leclerc, Alpine family only,” Otmar chimed in as he swiped his suit jacket from the back of his chair. “Unless you’re looking for a new team next season?”

I rolled my eyes and nudged the crestfallen Ferrari driver. “Tonight’s an exception, right Uncle?”

Otmar narrowed his eyes at the term I hardly used once I grew older. “She’s playing dirty. Fine, you can come but I know it’s only because you hate these events as much as Pierre.”

“I’m not going to deny that,” Charles said with a grin to his friend.

“Don’t stay out too late,” Frederic reminded his driver before making his way back to Ferrari’s table, a final piece of advice cast over his shoulder with a wave. “You can drink as much as you want tomorrow night.”

I turned to Pierre. “Why didn’t you wait until tomorrow?”

“Do you want me to hold onto it another day?” he asked with a cheeky grin as he reached for my ring and I pulled it back.

“No, I was just curious.”

His smile faded as he turned thoughtful. “Because we never know what will happen out there and I knew I would regret missing this moment if I didn’t.”

He saw how his words affected me and passed Addie over to Charles so he could pull me fully into his arms. “I wish I could promise you everything will be okay.”

“I prefer your honesty,” I replied softly as my lips hovered over his. “No regrets.”

Click here for chapter twenty six.

Tagging: @my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife @prrttysposts @alwaysclassyeagle @dr3lover

#pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly x poc!oc #pierre gasly x oc #pierre gasly fanfic #formula one imagine #formula one fanfiction #f1 fic

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avampyone · 2 months ago

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Prompt #24: More Mezcal

Characters: Hemlocke, Luvli and Iggy.

Synopsis: Hemlocke brings a special bottle of gin to share for a taste of Mezcal and trouble ensues.

Setting: Urqopacha, Mezcal Distillery.

Warning - Lots of drinking!

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“I can guarantee you have never tried anything quite like this gin before. It is more than worth the price of a premium bottle of mezcal!”

The ceaseless back-and-forth chatter between Hemlocke and Luvli had nearly been enough to cause the Mamool Ja warrior at the bar beside him to sleep amidst his own drinking indulgences. Finally, Hemlocke reached to unbuckle and open his leather satchel to produce the bottle of gin in question – The bottle lay covered in a layer of dust with a thin layer of old cobweb remnants clinging to the dark glass. The label had long since faded with time and the writing was illegible.

Upon closer inspection, there appeared to be what looked like a haze of swirling smoke trapped within as the liquid appeared to separate like oil and water. Then, suddenly the appearance of a soft blue glow before blinking out entirely to a typical bottle of gin...

“Unusual. I have never seen anything like that before…” Although skeptical, Luvli brought Hemlocke a couple of cups from the back alongside a bottle of mezcal under one arm. Carefully, he popped open the top of the bottle of gin that let out a whispered chorus of chuckles – Or perhaps it was the sudden breeze?

Smiling softly, Hemlocke tilted the bottle to pour a few ounces of the gin – it gave an oddly thick appearance when it gooped inside the cup and with a sudden POP it dissolved down into seemingly normal liquid. It turned from blue to purple and back to clear within a few seconds, “...Are you sure the gin’s not gone bad? Hm, no harm in trying a little I guess.” The pelupelu could not seem to help her curiosity when she downed the liquid in one fell motion.

“Oh, it might have been best to try a small sip at first. Brave you are! Let me try mine.” Hemlocke lifted his glass to take a sip of mezcal for the first time ever. He hummed with satisfaction to the smooth taste that didn’t possess the sharp bite he had been expecting, “Mm, very good! It does not seem too strong either. I could have several drinks before I head to my next destination, I wager...”

Hemlocke cheerfully poured himself another glass not taking notice that Luvli had turned away with a glowing blue light setting in her wide pupils before it faded entirely. She suddenly grinned so widely and frolicked off from the bar with her arms held so merrily in the air. As she skipped away towards no particular destination, there was a low murmur amongst the bar patrons.

“It’s not like Luvli to suddenly take off like that…”

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-About an hour later-

The state of the Mezcal Distillery began to slowly descend into chaos. One of the others – Molblu had taken up residence behind the bar trying to fulfill orders for the many patrons stopping by. The poor fellow typically would get the order wrong or end up dropping glasses on his way over. Hemlocke’s own bottle of mezcal was half empty, a deep flush settled on his cheeks as he unsteadily poured himself another glass.

He offered this up in cheers to the still half sleeping mamool ja beside him, “...And you recall how I said the man suddenly visited the Ossuary out of the blue to tell us a fortune teller had predicted his death and wished to set arrangements? Like clockwork, he indeed came the next day already settled with the coffin of his choosing. Let me tell you, the merchants spare no expense even in the afterlife! There he lay peacefully alongside many beautifully decorated roses he had specially crafted from gold and precious gemstones. And then…”

Hemlocke’s long ears twitching upward, his slurred words trailed off when he steadied himself against the bar top to keep from swaying having caught sight of something off in the distance. Luvli could be seen scampering off happily with a large crystalline rock carried proudly between both hands above her head, “Shiny…!”

Her joyous laughter could be heard all throughout the general vicinity. All the while several Pelupelu were seen panting, running, and trying to catch up to her to stop her but were unable to, “Luvli! What is the matter with you?! You’ve been running around collecting rocks nonstop...!”

With a mischievous fit of chuckles, Hemlocke nudged the sleepy majool ja who snorted, sitting upright suddenly before falling back asleep in another drunk induced haze, "Oh, that must be Iggy. Makes sense. Those little ones love their rocks more than anything.” He smiled warmly before reaching out to squeeze the shoulder of the mamool ja and give him a little shake.

The warrior was slumping against the bar in deep slumber now, unaware of anything going on “Oh right! To finish the story, it turns out the rich merchant concocted the elaborate ruse to fake his own death. Poor sod came running out frightened in the middle of the night from the back rooms. I cannot blame him..though living there, you become adjusted with seeing a few specters now and then...Hmm, I think he meant to run away with his chamber maid..or his mercenary..Maybe it was both?”

Suddenly standing up from his seat, Hemlocke pointed at Molblu who stopped for a break when he’d finally fulfilled all the orders and held up the bottle of gin in offer, “You look parched! Why not come and join us in a drink, mm?”

#hemlockeffxiv #hemlocke #ffxiv oc #ffxiv original character #ffxiv #ffxiv dawntrail #ffxivwrite2024 #ffxiv writing challenge #the prompt was too perfect for this!#hemlocke just yapping endlessly when drunk #or hugging people sometimes xD #ghost drinks

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crimsonblackrose · 4 months ago

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Are they seriously having a gender reveal party?

Well Carmen looks delighted so I feel like I can't stay mad.

Tory is helping with the gender reveal party.

Someone ate all 12 of the cannoli (Amanda yelled at Anthony but it was Chozen who ate them all as a midnight snack)

Aww they even decorated the coors banquets.

Chozen has been there 3 months. I supposed that's about how long Carmen is along now.

You both think it's a bomb and literally just are standing there holding it and arguing about it? Why not put it back outside and wait a bit?

Movie name drop: Lethal weapon 2

If this is how Johnny looks I can only imagine how Daniel who was holding the box looks.

Omg. Why didn't anyone think to warn these two that here was a box that was going to explode color? So Daniel wouldn't hold it?

Aww poor Daniel. "I'm too old for this shit."

Kenny's dad will be in Germany next month.

Lee call your dad, tell him you're having people over tonight. I can't believe Johnny knows that much about Devon.

Daniel is packing up the Mr. Miyagi room?! 😭

Ah, Chozen's moving in.

oho secret door

Ayeeeeeee way to go set design team. Listen, so many shows/movies don't do dust or spiderwebs in places that haven't been touched in a long time and those spider webs? Great job.

I know this kid is supposed to be the next kid Kreese takes under his wings and is probably supposed to be super dark, but I like Kwon.

Kreese why are you whispering in some kids ear?

Sam is prepared to be thrown into a creek or quicksand.

Uh Johnny, maybe not that term...but also hilarious, for so many reasons.

We have bogglee, and twister and a footspa. Is this a sleepover? Also are all those the pink balloons from your gender reveal party?

Awww Devon. She's so excited because she's never had a slumber party before. She just ran out with all the nail polish. Oh damn girl, you bought nail polish for this? Nail polish is expensive. Like a single bottle is nearly $10 now.

"With you?" "I'm a girl dad now, I brought cookies and tampons and everything" I mean...he's trying.

Johnny has a Mr. T sleeping bag.

Apparently Ali's slumber parties were nonstop drama.

Scarface and Bambi (for the movie list mentioned)

Daniel, Mr. Miyagi is dead, open his box.

Amanda: The curiosity might actually kill me.

coins are from china

May 3rd 1947

Aha we're trying to explain all the different names Mr. Miyagi had.

Mr. Miyagi was born in 1924, not 1918. Shouldn't Chozen know some of this?

Did Johnny seriously make a mix tape for this slumber party? I love it.

Face masks with cucumbers

Pillow fight

Johnny literally trying to start drama by flicking Tory's ear. Seriously dude?

Our detective group is going to get french dip sandwiches at Philippe's

"Why are we chasing?" Great question Daniel.

"What? We're running plays now?" Daniel confused but still running and chasing. Guy probably thought you were an FBI agent or something you showed up in a suit and held a passport the way people in shows hold badges.

Miguel, Robby how did you not notice Johnny stealing your phones?

Kreese I don't think Kim is going to appreciate you stirring up her students and sending Kwon to fight her best prized student Yoon.

I mean...Kim...you were pretty brutal to Tory in the states, what did you expect Kreese to do when he got here?

Mr. Miyagi was a silent partner in a boxing gym.

Me: This guy looks familiar. Why does this guy look familiar?

KEEFE FROM THE RIGHTEOUS GEMSTONES???? Aka Tony Cavalero?!?!?!?! That was not on my bingo card

Awww Tory crying over Sam's arm. Both of them apologizing. This is maybe what they needed Johnny even if it's not what you meant.

Sam and Tory hugging.

Something happened in Cancun for Daniel and Amanda that they'll never tell Anthony and Sam about. Or Chozen.

Aww all the kids wanted to go to Barcelona Spain, only 6 fighters is a bummer.

The girls will be easy, Devon, Sam and Tory but the boys will be really hard.

I would assume the 6 fighters would've been on the website or other information. It's kinda strange that no one researched it before hand. I would've thought even if Johnny and Daniel and Chozen dropped that ball Demetri, Hawk or Miguel would've picked that up.

#mumbling about shows #s6 ep 3 #spoilers

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finally got the words to word and wrote some Kyreth/Halsin post-romance scene <3

AO3

The early rays of the dawning sun caught on the fresh morning dew that glittered in the light like so many gemstones strewn in the soft grass. The cold drops clung to her skin and hair, and a gust of breeze skated over the surface of the lake. Were it not for the hulking form half-draped over her, it would have made for a very cold start to the day. Instead, Kyreth soaked in the warmth of her lover as he dozed beside her with his legs tangled in her's, an arm looped around her waist and the other folded under his head. It was the most peaceful she'd seen him since their unexpected reunion in Last Light. Now the lines in his face weren't nearly so deep, the bags under his eyes not nearly so dark, and all the tension was gone from his body.

For perhaps the first time in a century, Halsin rested soundly with no Shadow Curse to trouble his sleeping mind.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she silently studied his face, taking in every detail of his rest, for such a phenomenon was so rare that she'd dare not count on witnessing it again before the Absolute was dealt with. She gently traced the line of his cheekbone with the pad of her thumb, careful to avoid grazing his skin with her claws even as he shifted against her. His arm closed tighter around her waist and his legs pressed more firmly together to draw her into him. Her tail flicked in response, instinctively seeking out another to intertwine with. It settled for wrapping around his calf.

Deep in his chest, a chuckle rumbled from his lungs and a sleepy smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"And here I feared that you might have been but a sweet dream," he murmured as hazel eyes drifted open, half-lidded with exhaustion even as adoration flooded his gaze. "That my imagination had gotten the better of me at last."

Her own smile broadened as she touched the tip of her nose to his, her lips hovering tantalisingly above his mouth.

"If that was a dream, then it was an incredibly good one," she murmured, her voice coloured by a warm laugh.

"The best I could have wished for," he replied, closing the gap between them with a hum that tingled against her lips. He kissed her languidly as his thick fingers traced the line of her hip, pads pressing intently into the hardened ridges of her flesh. Then his hips shifted and he manoeuvred himself over her, casually rolling her off of her side and onto her back as his knees came to rest either side of her hips, resuming a familiar position from the night before. One hand pressed into the grass beside her head while the other explored at its own pace, his touch reverent and adoring as it traversed the canvas of her body.

Her tail flexed around his leg as she gently threaded clawed fingers through his damp, dishevelled hair; the memory of the sounds he'd made as she'd grabbed fistfuls of it and tugged, coupled with the feeling of his lips on her's, his tongue playing against her teeth for permission, and his roaming hand caressing her scars and stretch marks caused a sudden warmth to pool in her gut. But as morning dawned slowly, she pushed the loose strands back behind his ears with tender care and withdrew instead. As much as she'd love to stay here and explore some of last night’s missed opportunities, it wouldn't be long before the city stirred in earnest and the others would expect to be getting underway.

As she gently pulled back, he made to follow with a wanton mewl before he caught himself. A blush dusted his cheeks as he gazed down at her almost coyly.

"If only the world would allow me another stolen moment with you, I would seize it gladly," he confessed. "Duty comes much too soon."

"There'll be more moments," she assured him. Then she smirked knowingly. "Whole days perhaps, just for you and I."

His eyes lit up at the suggestion.

"Then we had best get to work so that those days may get here sooner."

He pressed a final kiss to the corner of her mouth before they slowly detangled themselves from one another. Her tail slipped from his calf and she accepted his hand as they rose to their feet. Only then did the early morning chill finally make itself known. An involuntary shiver passed through her and Halsin chuckled.

"Perhaps a blanket wouldn't have gone amiss," he commented with a wry grin.

"Or a bed."

"If you can find one that will hold up, then by all means."

He just grinned as she gave him a playful shove before making her way down to the lake's edge with the intention of cleaning herself up. The previous night's exertions had been the perfect recipe for stickiness, sweat, and muscle ache, which would all need amending before they rejoined the others back at camp.

The water was icy cold and all at once her sleepy mind and dull senses were shocked awake, blazing with a sudden razor-sharp clarity. She shivered as it lapped around her hips but soon found herself engulfed in that familiar, loving warmth from behind as Halsin pressed himself against her back. His palms rested on her stomach and his nose buried into her hair. A smile tugged at her lips and she folded into him as the sun slowly crested over the horizon.

After a few minutes, the frozen cold dulled to a tolerable chill, and Halsin peeled himself away. So they set about washing away the sticky sensations and lingering sweat from themselves while their muscles twinged and protested with such excessive activity. But as they washed down, Kyreth caught a glimpse of her lover’s back and winced. Angry red scratches littered his flesh, dragged down from his shoulder blades to his hips where eager claws had scrabbled for purchase as pleasure had overridden sense. The skin remained unbroken, but guilt rose to the fore of her mind all the same. It was a silly thing to feel guilty about what was an accepted reality of enthusiastic sex, but it only felt right that she make some effort to amend the harm done.

Halsin startled as her palm pressed against his poor tortured back, her thumb running up the column of his spine as her fingers caressed the scratches beneath the soft downy hair that dusted his skin. He tossed a curious glance over his shoulder but seemed to put the pieces together quickly enough.

“You’re hardly the first to claw my back asunder, you know,” he said mirthfully.

“I should hope that I’m not the first to heal you either,” she replied smoothly as a pale blue light streaked with flecks of gold gathered in the veins of her forearms and gathered in her palms and the pads of her fingers. She placed her free hand on his hip and squeezed lightly, a clear instruction for him to stay still while she worked.

Then slowly, she began to work the magic into his flesh, beginning at his hips and working her way up, massaging the soft layer of fat to reach the tightly coiled muscle beneath. Under her careful ministrations, he was like putty in her hands and unable to keep himself from melting into the touch. His eyes slid closed and he smiled dreamily as she worked. Then her thumb pressed into the small of his back and he let out an small groan as his back arched. His head fell backwards and she angled her own just so that he fell back against her shoulder. From the mischievous grin on his face, it was completely intentional.

While she wasn’t much shorter than he was (even without her horns) it did impede her work somewhat to have her access cut off. Nonetheless, she took advantage of the momentary access to his neck and nipped at the soft flesh teasingly, which extricated a small pleased whine from him.

“Consider that repayment for last night,” she joked. “Now let me finish, or you’ll be the one explaining to Nem why we were so late getting back.”

“I imagine a bard as skilled as her can imagine exactly why we’re late,” he replied.

Judging from the playful glint in his eyes, he was more than content to remain as he was, even if the position wasn’t entirely comfortable for him. But two could play at that game. Kyreth’s fingertips trailed down his sides as she nuzzled at his neck, claws gently brushing over the joint between his leg and his hip before both hands dove down and grabbed fistfulls of his buttocks.

Halsin jumped with a shout of laughter, splashing in the water as he whirled around at her with an expression that was equal parts shock, admonishment and sheer delight. But Kyreth just laughed.

“You might be an Archdruid, love, but I am a mother first and paladin second. I know all sorts of tricks for dealing with cheekiness.”

He laughed at that. "I would hope that that particular trick is reserved for lovers and not your daughter."

"Oh I save much worse for her," she replied, smirking. "Like tickling."

She then gestured for him to turn around again, and though it seemed that he might push the boundaries of their time further just to see what else he might be able to tease out of the moment, he acquiesced and turned to offer her his back once more.

The scratches up his shoulder blades were easily the worst of the lot, the closest to actually breaking the surface of the skin and drawing blood at the points where they had ceaselessly criss-crossed over each other. And as she kneaded the flesh, she could feel the taut knots in the muscle from years-upon-years of endless burdens between the Shadow Curse and the Grove and the Absolute.

But beneath her touch, the tension eased and the muscle began to uncoil as the magic did its work. As her hands reached his shoulders, he sighed and let his head roll back as he continued to enjoy the unplanned moment of tender care. She suspected that he might well start purring if he could. Then he cast a glance back over his shoulder, that all-adoring gaze washing over her with a smile as sweet as honey, and for a moment, all was right with the world. There were no tadpoles infesting the minds of the innocent, no Elder Brain adorned with a Netherese Crown, and no servants of the Dead Three conspiring to unleash their masters’ tyranny upon the world. Just the two of them lingering in this moment of tranquillity.

With the last of the marks faded from view, she let the magic go. His back was no longer a canvas of angry red marks strewn over taut skin. And as the tension bled away, so had the hardness in his physique, and suddenly it felt like she was really seeing him for the first time all over again. The hard lines of his back had now softened and become less defined, as if a great weight had finally been set down. He was different now. Softer. At peace.

Kyreth slipped her hands under his arms to rest over his chest and nestled her nose in the crook of his neck. She breathed in his scent as his hands settled over her’s. Then he folded his feather-light grip over her fingers and lifted her knuckles to his lips, placing the most reverent of kisses upon them before doing the same to her palm.

"You truly are a wonder," he breathed as he turned to face her once more. "If only I could return the favour."

Kyreth opened her mouth to respond only for a soft sigh to escape her lips as he swooped down upon her neck, pressing his mouth against the deep purple bruise he had left the night before with his ministrations. She possessed just enough of her mind to resist from scratching down his back and undoing her own work, and instead enjoyed the sudden affection. It was then that she felt it. A suffusion of warmth bleeding into her skin and soaking through the bruise and the marks that had made it. She realised that there were no teeth in this kiss. Instead it was magic, soft and golden, and it was bliss. The warmth spread from the bruise on her neck down her spine, emanating through her whole body and folding itself deep into her core.

For a brief moment, they were joined beyond understanding, and it was enough that she forgot that they were needed elsewhere. Until a barking from the shore broke the spell and shocked both of them to their senses.

They both snapped their attention upwards to see a familiar pair at the shore; Scratch and the Owlbear Cub were there, the former barking commandingly and with his tail wagging in agitation. The Cub tried to copy, chirping and bounding along a stretch of the bank.

Halsin chuckled.

"We'll be along in just a moment," he called. "Tell them that we were just washing up."

Scratch cocked his head sceptically but barked in assent, then barked at the Cub and led it away in the direction of camp.

"Nem sent them," Halsin explained with a chuckle. "If we don't hurry up, they'll leave without us."

"Then we'd best get back, lest they be short a druid and paladin," she sighed. "Who else will Astarion hide behind, if not us?"

"Karlach would certainly suffice."

"Only if she stayed still long enough to serve as his meat shield."

They waded back to shore and quickly recovered their clothes which had been left strewn on the ground from the night before. They were damp and cold with dew, but at least they'd be in their armour soon enough. Once dressed, they headed back to camp.

The others were ready by the time they got back, all geared up and ready to head out into the city, and all of them had knowing looks on their faces. Nemeia was the only one who didn't look overly amused by it.

"What time do you call this then?"

Kyreth smiled sweetly at her daughter, but couldn't quite hide the mischievous glint in her eyes.

"I'd call it breakfast, but it seemed no one thought to wait for us," she teased. When Nemeia pouted, she took her daughter's face in her hands and pulled her close. "Careful Nem, if the wind changes your face will get stuck like that."

"Ugh, mother-!"

"What, I can't fuss over my darling daughter? My beautiful baby girl, my darling child, the apple of my eye?" She then pretended to peer at her cheek, very much aware of the snorts and giggles of the rest of the group as they watched. "Hm, looks like you've got something on your face."

"Mum," Nemeia protested, trying to wriggle away as Kyreth licked her thumb and made a show of trying to wipe away an imaginary patch of dirt. "Get off!"

"You know Kyreth, I'm sure I saw some on her nose as well," Astarion tossed out gleefully.

"Oh I think I see it now," she replied as Halsin chuckled behind her. "Thank you dear."

"Karlach, help me!" Nemeia yelped as she failed to escape her mother's fawning grip, and to her relief - and everyone else's entertainment - her lover did exactly that.

"Don't worry babe, I've got this!"

Karlach charged in and heroically swept Nemeia out of Kyreth's hands and into her arms before promptly sprinting away with her, cackling with victorious glee. Halsin laughed, his grin so broad that it threatened to split his face, and Kyreth grinned right along with him as she leaned into his side, watching the pair of young tieflings as Karlach kept running with no sign of stopping while Nemeia squealed in her arms. His hand found its way around her waist and squeezed her hip lightly.

“It seems we’ve managed to steal another moment from the world after all,” he said lowly, the laughter colouring his voice.

“It seems we have,” she agreed. And then with a sly grin she added, “and if we both get into our armour now, we can blame the late start on them."

#nightingale writes #bg3 #kyreth #halsin #kyreth/halsin #halsin x tav #with a touch of #karlach x tav #nemeia/karlach #at the very end #writing this took so much effort and it shouldn't have why are words hard????

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gleydihartz · 5 months ago

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angeltism · 6 months ago

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CASPIAN'S UNIVERSE LORE DROP BC I AM SANE AND NORMAL. This entire ramble is from a while ago so if there's grammar fuckups then oops! I don't care :3

In this universe, there’s a loooot of different gods and goddesses.. Typical fantasy stuff, right? Welllll, each gemstone in this universe is made in the image of one of them, so although they might consider it like that, to put it simply for us; Each divine being is represented by a crystal/mineral, and they are referred to as that stone and share colors/patterns with their respective stones.

They all work together in some capacity to keep the universe functioning, keeping the balance, all that divinity stuff. However, because of a prestigious organization that also holds an academy in the “center” of the world (whether this is figuratively or literally valentin has nawt decided yet), they also occasionally give blessings to the humans who are part of this organization.

The organization itself (brainrotted too hard about Caspian to think of an actual name. help) works a lot, doing various things around the world. Mainly teaching people about the gods and goddesses, upholding peace in cities and doing charity work. The academy that they run provides training and higher education on the topics of the gods/goddesses, the properties of gemstones and alll about the blessings one can receive from divinity.

Now.. how does one go about getting a blessing? Well, in the olden days, people just happened to stumble upon magical areas that just so happened to provide a gateway into the realm of a random gem, and then they got their opportunity to ask for a blessing. Nowadays, it's a much more widespread yet pretty controlled thing. Members of the organization are permitted to perform rituals that have been perfected over the course of centuries to open up their own gateway, where they can choose which divine being to contact, as opposed to just having to hope the random enchanted gate you found while hunting is for the god you want to get a specific blessing from. When a blessing is given, the person who received it will also be given the gemstone made in the being's image, which can help a lot with being respected and considered important. People tend to make them into earrings, add them to clothes or other items, or just find any way that they can to show them off.

Certain divine beings specialize in specific domains (like amber would be your best bet for things related to time, like being able to live longer or whatever) but basically all of em have the capability to do anything. Well. Anything? Really? Not quite! Turning to the divine beings/gods and goddesses/gems, who I'll just be reffering to as the first one of those, for a second.. They don't really care what mortals are doing, like. They really just Do Not Care. They occasionally don't bless certain people or give out certain things that they feel could risk tipping off the balance of the universe, but otherwise they're pretty chill. They're also not a big fan of people breaking their gems, as it's technically a part of them, so that's also a factor in whether or not they may bless someone.

Ookay.. so the divine beings seem okay with giving people basically anything they want. Why not just try to get as many as you can and speed-run existence and become a demigod through all their blessings the moment you learn how to make your own gateways? Welll, see, there's some modern rules for that..

Unless stumbled upon naturally, individuals at the academy (which is the only place you'd learn to do those rituals, and you're kinda sworn to not just. give that info out for free.) must wait to achieve certain milestones before they're allowed to make a certain amount of visits to the divine beings. There's three main ranks, which are basically just differentiated by uniform, but otherwise it's basically a seamless transition between all of em and instead of being "tier 1" "tier 2" "tier 3" it's more of a gradient. What tier someone is in is usually judged by high tier 3 people, and someone may spend years in mid tier 2, or go from low tier 1 to low tier 2 within a year because they're dedicated/naturally talented/did something important/etc

Ranking up is usually when people are given the "go ahead" to pursue getting another blessing, but occasionally it'll happen for other things too (like maybe you do something super heroic, or you discover something new and important, or whatever). If someone is believed to have gotten a blessing when they shouldn't have (like a drought kills everyone's crops but this one guy's farmer family's entire field is somehow untouched despite literally everyone else having dead crops or whatever) they'll be investigated and, if they do have a blessing, their gem will be taken away and shattered.

This doesn't really do anything to the person themself, however it makes the divine beings go "hm actually Fuck You you irresponsible mortal" and their punishment from them might be worse than anything mere mortals could do..

This also ties into the divine beings taking into account if this'll happen if they bless someone or not. if they realize "hey you're gonna get your door kicked down and this piece of me is gonna get crushed" they'll turn down whoever is trying to get their blessing.

Nowwww… who could be the mysterious person who founded this oh-so important and influencial organization? Well, it couldn't be anyone else except Caspian! He's made thousands of deals with the divine beings, at least two for each one (which if you look at all the different types of gems there are.. that's a lot!) and is basically immortal, super strong, etc etc everything you'd find on a Mary Sue character ref sheet. But it's okay! He's a benevolent and kind ruler who doesn't overuse his powers, abuse them, or do anything like that, right? In fact, he's just a background character, only mentioned in the world building of this story and is totally irrelevant to the quest the main character will go on-

WRONG. You know everything I said up there? The rules that apply to everyone else? Now throw them out of the window. The universe, even. Just while you think about this evil little (6ft 4in) man. As I said, he's gotten countless blessings and is.. nearly a divine being himself. Why would the divine beings allow this? What if he tried to take over? Well, he's just that manipulative. Every single time he opens a gateway it's basically just him going "I just wanna help my organization keep working!! I'm so wise, kind and trustworthy and would neeeever do anything to betray my pals, the gems, who've done sooo much for me 😊😊😊 Why would I do that? I'm such a good person. Now gimme +100 years of life pretty please." and it WORKS. If the divine beings get suspicious? Get blessings from some of the less known ones or just take a break for a few decades. It's basically like minutes for him anyways.

He's. Basically planning on trying to ascend to godhood. And I LOVE him. He's such a terrible person. But he's never done anything wrong in his life. He's my poor little meowmeow who even he has forgotten why he's doing all this!! He's suppressed all his trauma so deep down that it's basically rotted away in his memory for hundreds of years. He needs a therapist but no living being is good enough to listen to him. At least, from his pov..

And now because I cannot think of anything else, I'll just mention that Caspian in my mind is like. REALLY ATTRACTIVE. But I can never draw him the way I imagine!! Like whatever he's old but among all those blessings that may or may not be storing up power to become a god, he's definitely gotten some "make me stay attractive for forever" blessings here and there, y'know?? Like what's one blessing spent on something kinda trivial, especially if he's going to one of the less powerful gods to keep his facade up. Anyways I am VERY sane about him (lying) (lying) (lying)

#➳ the fool speaks #oc; caspian

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sunspray-peak · 1 year ago

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Ch. 49: Spirit's Eve Pt. 2

“You-are-supposed-to-be-in-costume-it-is-tradition-the-reporter-will-be-here-any-minute-don’t-you-care-about—”

Even in the most crowded festival of the year, Lewis and his irate spider senses had managed to track Achilles down the very second the pair had stepped foot in Pelican Town.

For Spirit’s Eve, the mayor had abandoned his usual brown newsboy cap for a crown. Draped across his chest was a thick gold chain encrusted with (likely plastic, Achilles huffily noted) rubies which sat atop a high collared, white shirt, while puffy black breeches had been tightly tucked into tall white socks to reveal a set of rather knobby knees.

Achilles shot Lewis a withering look, courtesy be damned. “I am in costume, you old ba—”

“He is in costume, Mayor Lewis!” Alex stepped forward and gave Achilles a slight shove into a passing teem of high schoolers who had just come stumbling by (no doubt tipsy). “We’ve actually got a group costume going on, the two of us. From a comic book. It’s actually quite, uh, spot on.”

“Humph. I’ll take you’re word for it.” Lewis glanced at the giggling students, all dressed in animal onesies, and then took an alarmingly large step closer to Alex and Achilles. He gave the pumpkin spice laden air a rather long, aggressive sniff. Yoba, who knew one could flare their nostrils that wide…

“Now you two stay safe tonight, boys… remember, the maze isn’t until 9pm, so don’t be hitting the bottle too soon, now… and be mindful you don’t go embarrassing the community.” And with that not entirely unexpected order, Lewis stalked off, red robes billowing behind him.

“Not even a hello.” Achilles glared sourly at the mayor’s retreating figure. “Might as well forget about a ‘happy birthday, Achilles.’ Or a ‘congratulations on saving the Valley with Abigail, Achilles.’”

“Oh, don’t think about that, it’s Lewis, he doesn’t have enough brain cells to think about more than two things at a time. Let’s forget about him. Like you said, it’s your Valley! You saved your birthday! Wait no, other way around. Ugh, whatever, you know what I mean, it’s double the celebration…” Alex seized his hand, before dropping it abruptly, and gripping Achilles’ rather tender shoulder instead. He led him through the crowd of costumed revelers towards one of the large orange tables Achilles had taken a seat at earlier that day, now topped with eight giant wooden kegs.

“Lewis just told you not to hit the bottle too early. Bit of a belated reminder…” Achilles glanced at Alex’s ever-so-slightly swaying figure. “But even so, you’re really going to disobey a direct order? From our beloved mayor?”

“Well if I’m a squire, and you’re my knight, I guess it looks like Lewis is actually our king tonight—”

“—Yoba help us, where’s the guillotine—”

“—but that’s clearly a keg, not a bottle, so I’m not disobeying anything.”

*****

Haley, her jeweled-bedecked blonde hair piled high atop her head, found them at the drink station (after shamelessly cutting the long line) and greeted them both with quick, clumsy pecks on the cheek. The hefty camera slung around her neck slung right into Achilles’ sore ribs as she awkwardly leaned towards him, the high collar of her dress colliding into his ear—her victorian ballgown, a deep, vampiric red trimmed with black lace and gemstones, was likely nearly four feet in diameter.

“Oh Alex, don’t you look adorable.” She patted his cheek before turning to Achilles. “No idea what the fuck you’re supposed to be, unfortunately, but the glasses are cute. Is your hair dyed?”

“He’s Zedd Finch! Nimbus’ coworker and best friend—”

Well, apparently more than best friend now, according to Issue #3 of the latest series…

“—he’s a meteorologist with GDL7 specializing in storm trac—”

“Babe.” She held up a gloved hand. “I’m sorry, but I really don’t care about your comic books. No offense, Achilles, you still look cute enough,” she added with a quick glance in his direction before seizing both their hands. “Oh, speaking of which—or not—wait until you see Emily’s costume—a disaster, honestly, they should go and drop her in the maze, that’ll be sure to frighten people. Shame she’s sticking with Shane tonight… come, get food with me before my shift.”

Though Achilles had seen the town only a few hours ago, it looked different in the dusk. The thousands of candles that Lewis allegedly splurged on every year were indeed spectacular—and likely magic, for the shadows they cast seemed to shift in shape, size, and even color as they danced alongside jack o’lanterns under the last rays of the sun.

But over by the stage, where a jazz band dressed as skeletons, played—there, by the drum set. One particular shadow caught his eye. Large, looming. It began to grow as Achilles watched it, blacking out all in its path as it barreled its way closer and closer, straight for him—a bitingly cold wind was accompanying its sweep over the oblivious crowd. Achilles’ vision began to cloud. Muscles tensed to run.

But his attention was suddenly caught by a cheery whoop! He turned to see Elliott who, wearing a ridiculously oversized olive top hat, was waving at him with contagious gusto over by the food.

And all subsided. Warmth slowly returned to his fingertips, and with a stubborn determination, he led Haley and Alex towards the buffet table.

Just chill out, man… everything is fine…

*****

“I painstakingly constructed it having specifically drawn from the original illustrations published alongside the first edition printing of the novel, you see—not the animated theatrical film.” To accompany Elliott’s hat (which he was now tipping in greeting) was a massive yellow bowtie with red polka dots that sat below a popped white collar that near rivaled Haley’s, a bright yellow and green checkered waistcoat (Yoba, what was with these villagers and this color combination), and plum pants, all beneath a corduroy burgundy overcoat. “I have only the utmost respect for artists and their invaluable, instrumental interpretations of the written word.”

Achilles turned from the giant hat, which had been inscribed in cursive script on the side “In this style 10/6,” to Leah, who was sporting a green hat of her own, though hers had a red feather perched in the brim.

“I, on the other hand, grabbed this from Gala Town about three hours ago. Not too many options left. Never liked working much with clothes. Wood on the other hand…” Leah gave the full sized bow strung across her chest a little pat. “Oh, happy birthday, by the way—”

“Yes! Oh yes! Oh, most joyous of birthdays to you my dear, dear friend—”

“Ow!” Elliott had seized Achilles in a bone-breaking hug. “Th-thank you…” He rubbed his arms, wincing, before turning to Leah. “No really, thank you. Elliott, Leah, Haley, you really shouldn’t have—”

“Please, my dear friend. A writer of your caliber needs his equipment! Once you divulged your preferred tools of the trade, I agreed with Alexander that a typewriter was for you an utmost necessity, and it was our duty to provide!”

At these words, Achilles remembered that Elliott had paid for nearly half of what had likely been a whopping total of $800 or so. Now where had the man gotten the money…

“Apparently, our friend here won the lottery seven years ago,” Leah whispered as if she could read his mind. She held their hug for a few seconds longer to add, “Or maybe some rich aunt died? I don’t remember. Anyway, he swore he’d never spend a cent of it until he had finished his novel. But I guess he made an exception for you. Don’t tell him I said anything.”

An exception?

The sinking feeling had returned to his stomach. He really didn’t deserve that—what had he done to justify such a gift? Written a first draft of a second rate children’s chapter book? Completed a paltry, painful outline for a novel? It was ridiculous. He’d done nothing.

Worthless.

Unworthy.

Shaking his head in—Disbelief? Gratitude? Shame?—Achilles pivoted back to his secret-millionaire friend. Elliott, blissfully unaware of Leah’s revelation, was only too happy to accept a second hug.

Haley though, unable to adequately receive his embrace of thanks with her many petticoats, waved him away with a graceful flutter of her fingers.

“Yeah, yeah, dear Alex wouldn’t shut the fuck up about getting you the damn thing, so don’t thank me, I didn’t have much of a choice.” Nevertheless, she gifted him a warm enough smile just before shoving a tumbler into his hand. “Now. Birthday shots!” She somehow must have managed to steal an entire handle of tequila from the drink station and had poured each of them a generous serving. “Cheers!”

*****

After quite a few rounds of additional cheers-ing (though Achilles and Haley had both switched to water after the first), countless increasingly dramatic toasts (mostly courtesy of Elliott), and one dizzying ride on the Halloween carousel, Haley began to shepherd the small group over to her and Emily’s backyard, where a small sign had been stapled to the fence: “Photo Booth Opens at 9pm.”

“Pics please! Not that one, the one over—ugh, yes. Obviously.” She gestured for them to head towards the “Fall Foliage” backdrop, boughs of artfully draped red and gold that glowed under surrounding lanterns. “Pics before you all reek of alcohol and drip ketchup and caramel and Yoba knows what else all over your costumes… ugh, where is Emily…” She bustled back out into the crowd in search of her sister.

“Hey, look over there.” Alex gave Achilles a small nudge and nodded towards an approaching trio. “Now there’s the real knight of Pelican Town.”

Abigail, still a bit of a ways away but determined to make herself noticed among the tourists, was punching the air with her gauntlet-covered fists. Full plate armor covered her from head to (one) toe (for her entire left leg was wrapped in a navy blue cast). In fact, it would have been difficult to tell it was Abigail, had it not been for the peak of purple hair flowing out from beneath her helmet.

Sebastian, wearing an impressive set of vampire fangs, was pushing her wheelchair while Sam, dressed not unlike one of the scrawny scarecrows that were currently adorning the haunted hay ride uptown, walked alongside him.

“Damn.” Achilles turned to Alex and was alarmed to find his face so close. What is happening? He took a small step back, into the fence. “So if she’s the real knight, what does that leave me?”

“Peasant. One of the ones that got KO’d by the bell in the explosion during the season finale of—”

“All right—”

“I’m kidding, you can be my king,” Alex somewhat slurred, rolling his eyes as he clasped Achilles’ shoulder. “Seeing as we’re apparently getting rid of Lewis…”

“Oh right. Do I murder him? No, I’ll get someone to assassinate him—cleaner that way. You, I’ll get you, loyal squire—”

Alex clicked his tongue and gave him another goodhearted nudge. “Why is it always murder with you? Maybe he just died of old age—”

“Old age? Where’s the fun in that? And you call yourself a House of the Phoenix fan—”

“Oh my gooooood, your guys’ costumes are amaaaazing.”

Abigail had finally made her way over to the yard, and Achilles could now see the familiar obsidian sword laying across her lap. The sight brought to him a small shudder.

“Hey! How ya feeling, Abby?” Alex asked, offering a fist bump as the rest of the group made room for the newcomers. “You’re looking good. This one over here’s unable to even button his shirts.”

“All right—”

“The trials of being old,” Abigail said with a wink. “Man, how’d he rope you into that, I tried to get Seb to do a couples costume with me this year but nope.”

Sebastian gazed grimly from behind her. “She wanted me to wear a tiara. And a dress.”

“Dang shame, Seb, you could’ve been our princess,” Alex said to everyone present’s vague confusion except Achilles’.

“Alas. Instead you’re matching with Haley,” Abigail sighed, theatrically holding the back of her hand to her forehead.

Haley, who had just returned from plowing through the crowd with a horrifying clown (Emily?), Shane, and what looked to be Jas and Vincent in tow, scrunched her nose in disdain upon hearing her name and the context of its usage.

“Elliott, to the back please,” she directed, dragging over some large LED lights.

“Anyway, love what you guys did.” Abigail pivoted her wheelchair forward and pumped her fist. “We stan a man comfortable with his sexuality.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah,” Achilles quickly added, noting the furrow in Alex’s brow. Fuck. Leave it to Abigail. “What do you mean?”

“Oh whoops, my b.” Abigail turned to face the two of them, thumbing her chin as she closely scrutinized their costumes again. “You two are Nimbus and Zedd, though, right?”

“Yeah, yeah! You’re actually the first person—was a total concidense—sorry, coincidence—last minute costume for Ash—”

“Well, like, they’re dating as of the latest issue, right?”

“What?” Alex’s eyes had turned to saucers as he clutched the back of Abigail’s chair.

“Yeah, it was a pretty damn big deal. First LGBT superhero for MD comics. Did you guys not know?”

Achilles took a step to the left, keeping his face impassive and pretending to listen to Haley as she continued to stage her photo, (“Leah, come forward a bit—no honey, Jas, you stay where you are”) though his ears were very much still tuned in to the conversation to his right.

Alex on the other hand, had remained hovering over Abigail’s shoulder. The girl was now yanking on Sebastian’s red-lined cape. “Phone, please, my good vampire lord.”

“Nah, I haven’t read the comics in like 15 years—they’re dating? Seriously?” Achilles felt Alex’s eyes turn to him. “Did you know this?”

Is he just curious?

Is he upset?

Achilles smoothly responded, “Ohhh, I also haven’t read the comics in like 15 years.” Wasn’t a lie. Technically. “Oh, sorry, what’d you say, Haley?”

“I said get the fuck over here—”

“Yeah, see, take a look.” Abigail had pulled up a photo of the cover on her phone. The one that Achilles had seen in the pop culture section of his news app just last season. Emblazoned on the front was, as Achilles very much knew, a closeup of Nimbus kissing Zedd Finch on the cheek as the two sat stop a skyscraper.

“Personally, I think they should’ve really just gone all out,” Abigail continued to blabber, handing the phone to Alex for a better look as Achilles took another step to his left to escape whatever the potential fallout from this revelation would be. “I mean, just a cheek kiss? Come on, like, let’s really piss off the homophobes, let me see that ass—but I mean, like, progress is progress, or whatever they say, right—”

Haley was gnawing on a piece of gum, glaring daggers at the pair as her pointy red nails tapped against her camera. “Hello?”

But Alex’s attention remained on Abigail’s phone in his hand. It was a too long of a beat (in Achilles’ opinion) before he said with a small shrug, “Oh, I see. Huh. Yikes, we didn’t know that. But… yeah. I guess that’s nice.”

A “yikes” and an “I guess that’s nice.” Well, that wasn’t… terrible. Definitely could’ve been worse. Achilles let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

Alex took yet another second to study the cover before handing the phone to Achilles for him to take a look. “Who’d have thunk, huh? Oh wait, I’ve got an idea—hey, Haley,” he called, waving for her attention. “Over here—Ash—”

And then Alex stepped towards him, his left arm wrapping around Achilles’ shoulder, and pulled him into his chest.

Time slowed as he placed his right hand atop Achilles’ front pocket. Slid it up his collarbone, up the curve of his neck. Let his pointer finger rest just below his ear.

Alex cupped Achilles’ face, and he kissed him.

On the cheek, of course.

But still, Achilles thought in a rose gold haze.

He could feel the warmth of Alex’s lips, firm against his skin. Felt that warmth spread rapidly through every vein in his body.

For seconds—or was it minutes? Maybe hours—Achilles stood, frozen.

There was a flash of light. And the spell was broken.

Alex likewise broke from him. He gave Achilles’ shoulder a quick squeeze and an even quicker smile.

“All right, all right, I got it Alex.” Haley glanced through the viewfinder of her camera. “Now will you get your ass over here, please and thank you—Abigail, in the front, by Vincent. Yes. Perfect.”

Haley handed her camera to Gus (a viking for tonight), all the while scowling about the difficulties of photographing large groups. But as she picked up her skirts and hurried to stand next to Sam, she flashed Achilles the smallest, most mischievous smile.

Achilles turned away, breathing deeply as he helped Abigail raise the visor of her helmet.

He’s drunk.

It’s nothing.

Alex’s hand hadn’t left his shoulder, though his right hand was now around Sebastian’s as Gus gestured for them to scoot closer to each other. He could feel Alex’s leg against his own now.

Smile, bitch!

Snap, snap, snap. More flashing lights.

It’s nothing.

He’s drunk.

Haley kissed you on the cheek 30 minutes ago. Hell, you kissed Haley on the cheek thirty minutes ago.

It doesn’t mean anything.

But it hadn’t been the same. No, Haley’s had been a greeting. Nothing else. Quick. Chaste. This one had felt… charged. Meaningful.

Stop overthinking.

But Alex had been touching him more than usual tonight—right? Always brushing his hand, brushing his arm... always right there… looking at him…

Well, he’s also very drunk. You’re reading way too much into this.

“Very cute.” Haley was scrolling through her camera now at the photos Gus had taken. “All right, you’re all free to go and drink yourselves to an early grave.”

There was Alex’s hand on his wrist again… he let himself be led through the yard as the rest of the group dispersed.

“Haley, lemme see, I want to see.”

She had taken a delicate seat by a small, circular table where a printer and laptop had been set up.

“One for you, one for you.” She handed them each a Polaroid. “I’ll get everyone the group shots tomorrow. Now scoot, I haven’t got much time for real dinner. Damn dress…” With a groan, she heaved her petticoats from the chair.

“We can get you dinner,” Achilles rushed to say, stubbornly refusing to look at the photograph gripped tightly between his fingers. “Just tell me what you want.”

She collapsed back into the chair with a sigh. “What a lovely boy. Just get me a fruit salad and some of that coconut chicken curry.” She shot a narrow-eyed glance at Alex, who, unlike Achilles, was studying the photo intently. “Satisfied?”

“Oh yeah! This is great. Talk about a comic book cover.” Alex raced towards Haley and, picking her and her many skirts up from the chair, twirled her in a tight embrace as she screeched and attempted to deliver a punch to his head.

See? Just Alex being Alex.

As the two continued to playfully duke it out (though it could be argued Haley was punching for real), Achilles steeled his nerves—seriously, what’s your problem, it’s nothing—and flipped over the little square.

There it was. Proof that it hadn’t all been a dream. Other than Achilles’ (regrettably) somewhat bemused expression, they had recreated the comic book cover remarkably well. Mostly thanks to Alex, of course, who had mimicked Nimbus’ posture and position with admirable accuracy, given the quick glance he had had at Abigail’s phone.

Couldn’t have even try to look happy, you stupid fuck. Just can’t be happy, can you?

A shoulder nudge. “You look good!” Alex had set Haley back down, and she was now staring daggers at the pair as she fixed her ruffled skirts, muttering curses under her breath.

“This looks more than good, this booth looks absolutely wonderful, my dear! Haley, you have truly outdone yourself this year!”

Evelyn and George had arrived, Dusty trotting at the latter’s wheels.

It was as if a light switched had been flicked. Alex seemed to have sobered up within the three seconds it took to slip the photo up his sleeve. Achilles, slightly alarmed by the sudden transformation, followed suit, sliding his polaroid into the back pocket of his jeans just as George wheeled himself closer to the pair.

“Having a good night, boys?” Alex’s grandpa eyed their hands suspiciously. Perhaps he had caught the tail end of his grandson’s rushed movement.

“Only just getting started, sir,” Alex half-stammered, taking a step back and tripping over a light.“About to grab Haley dinner, actually.”

And before Achilles could even ask about them about the pumpkin carving, he felt Alex’s hand discreetly at his back, pushing him towards the exit.

*****

“Bit of an abrupt departure, there,” Achilles remarked once they were well out of earshot.

“Do you think he saw the photo?”

Alex’s face was still pale as he spooned macaroni and cheese onto a paper plate. With all the hubbub around the buffet tables, it was difficult to discern Alex’s murmured tones, and Achilles had no choice but to move closer.

“No… but honestly, do you really think it’d be a big deal? It’s not like we were… I don’t know… making out.” Even just saying the words brought a discomforting prickle to his cheeks. “You kiss Haley on the cheek all the time, he’s not going to disown you for a silly photo…” Achilles turned to Alex, whose face had remained solemn as he stared unseeing at a tray of potato balls. “Is he?”

“I don’t know… he’s weird about this stuff…”

An impatient jab from someone dressed as a bottle of ranch sent the two continuing down the table to grab silverware.

“I mean…” And here, Achilles forced himself to laugh as they began to make their way back to Haley’s photo booth station. “He’s knows you’re straight. What’s there to be pissed about?”

“Yeah…” At these words, Alex—whether subconsciously or not—released his grip from Achilles’ arm and shrugged. “He wouldn’t want me engaging in any ‘potentially problematic behaviors,’ though. That’s what he’d always say whenever I hung out with Sebastian, after he came out… it became a whole thing and it just… it’s been like ten years but I don’t know, it… it’s never really felt the same between us after all that… just… wouldn’t want that to happen with us…

“Nah, but you’re right.” Alex ran a hand through his hair. But he avoided Achilles’ commiserating gaze, instead studying a row of enchanted skeletons square dancing inside the massive metal cage Achilles had seen earlier. “I’m overreacting. Must be the alcohol…”

*****

By the time they returned to Haley’s Photo Booth station (joined by Elliott and Leah, who had brought bottles of hard cider for all, and shortly thereafter by Penny, a blue fairy; and Maru, an astronaut), the raincloud George had left hovering over Alex had evaporated. All smiles, he had been quick to kickstart a jolly, drunken game of “Never Have I Ever” among the small group as they ate their dinner.

Achilles, however, had excused himself from playing—a decision that no one, including Alex (to his slight disappointment) had fought—and was now robotically spooning pumpkin pie into his mouth, only half-watching his friends roar with laughter as a scarlet faced Elliott put a finger down.

The drizzle of doom and gloom, it seemed, had decided to drift over to Achilles instead.

So that’s the read on George, then.

Oh, he’d tolerate these “problematic behaviors” in others, it seemed—clearly, if Haley, Sebastian, Abigail, and now Achilles were still “allowed” in Alex’s life, insulting side comments notwithstanding —but his homophobia must’ve been even more extensive than Achilles had realized if even the slightest chance of George witnessing what had been an entirely innocent affair had managed to rattle Alex to that extent.

What had George called Achilles before? Unnatural? And to his face!

Honestly, it’s probably better that Alex is straight, Achilles thought to himself ruefully. Imagine having to deal with that in your house.

For multiple reasons, the thought brought an ache to Achilles’ heart, and he found himself absentmindedly fingering the polaroid in his pocket.

They had grown closer this past season, him and Alex. Close enough to have even ignited the barest spark of hope for Achilles that there could be something more.

But that had been idiotic. Even if Alex was interested—which he wasn’t— it hadn’t been the real Achilles with whom Alex had laughed and learned. Not really. The Shadow King… hadn’t it claimed responsibility for his more carefree and content attitude of late?

No, the real Achilles was, as presently evidenced, a bitter, restless man unable to relinquish the past to better value the present.

Can’t always get what you want. You learned that a long time ago.

And yet you still just can’t let it go.

“Are you well, my friend?”

Achilles missed his mouth and whacked his nose with a spoon of pie.

“Your visage seems paler than usual. Perhaps the evening’s activities have overexerted you. Our fine doctor did advise rest…”

“No, no.” Achilles dabbed his nose with a napkin before setting it neatly on his empty plate to reveal a wan smile. “I’m fine, Elliott. But thank you. ”

“A bit dazed, perhaps? Still weary from your subterraneous endeavor?”

“I suppose.”

But Elliott continued to watch him closely, an expectant smile plastered on his face as if waiting for an elaborated response.

But Achilles was still not keen on reliving his time in the mines, and despite his obvious curiosity, Elliott’s loyalty to Achilles’ mental well-being and Harvey’s orders stayed true. After a few further beats, when it became clear Achilles had nothing more to say, the Mad Hatter lightly patted his wrist brace, and offered him a freshly cracked bottle of cider.

“Ah. No thank you, I think I’m good for tonight.”

“You are not planning to undertake the haunted maze? Perhaps that is most wise—I myself oft initially look to eschew that most terrorizing of traditions. And yet every year, I find myself drawn back once again, like a moth to a flame…”

“Pardon? No, I was planing on doing the maze, but what’s that got to do—”

“Ah! I see. So no one has warned you.”

“Warned me?”

This time, Elliott gently unclasped Achilles’ fingers and folded them around the bottle. “Ah… I should not say… it is an open secret the townsfolk and tourists like to keep… that being said, you best drink up, my friend.”

“What’s liquor got to do with a maze—”

“Liquid courage, Achilles! In the most literal sense—it is said to be most unwise to brave the maze without the influence of alcohol.”

“AKA: people get absolutely fucking sloshed.” Leah, having overheard their conversation, was now peaking her head past Elliott’s large frame.

“That seems like an absolutely fucking terrible idea. A haunted maze? Drunk?”

“You’ll see,” Leah said, handing him her own shot glass. “Now hurry up, birthday boy, maze starts in 15 and you’re well behind.”

*****

But despite everyone’s warnings and the multiple glasses that had been shoved into his only functioning hand, Achilles couldn’t bring himself to potentially lose the last bits of serenity and sanity his mind was still desperately clinging to.

And so, when Lewis’ magically enhanced voice reached their ears asking participants to please make their way to Pelican Park, he found himself alone in his relative sobriety, walking what was likely the only straight line through the town square and up the stone stairs towards the park.

There were no children here, he noticed. Though perhaps he was merely mistaken, for this side of the park was hidden in sullen shadow—a stark contrast to the brightly lit hay ride over to their right, where one could easily make out high pitched belly laughs and jaunty folk music.

“Good luck.” Haley, who apparently skipped the maze every year, flashed him a subtle wink before leaving the dwindling group (Penny and Maru were similarly forgoing the event, opting for laser tag down by the graveyard instead) and returning downtown to open her photo booth.

“Make sure you sign your waivers, please!” Marnie, who was looking surprisingly elegant this evening with silver flowers threaded through her braid, shoved a clipboard and pen towards him.

“And there’s our queen,” Alex slurred in Achilles’ ear, nodding rather obviously toward her rich velvet dress and tiara. “Queen Lewis and King Marnie—wait no, the other way… wait did we kill him, I forget…”

Achilles gave the waiver a one-stroke scribble with his left hand, and in return, Marnie tied a neon green paper band around his wrist.

The line moved forward. Was it an illusion, or was it somehow growing even darker? Even the lights by the hay ride seemed to grow dim… the noise more distant…

And that unnatural chill again. Ice flared, alongside panic, in his veins, rooting him in the grass.

“It’s just magic,” Alex murmured. “The Wizard does it every year, nothing to worry about.” And there was his hand, warm and familiar now around Achilles’ upper arm. His comforting squeeze thawed Achilles’ muscles, and he hurried to close the distance between them and Elliott and Leah ahead.

Of course. Magic.

He squinted in the dark for any signs of Rasmodius. They hadn’t spoken since he and Abigail had entered the mines, but he found no puffs of purple smoke, no cloaked figures. Ahead, there was only a thick hedge wall, where participants were entering the maze through a narrow gap.

“Please make sure you cross the threshold with your exact party. We recommend parties of two to six,” Lewis called from atop a small stage lined with thin candles that cast him in a ghostly, pale blue light.

But just as he, Achilles, Elliott, and Leah were about to cross the gap, Alex tripped over a discarded beer can and sent himself sprawling onto the ground.

“Man, are you even going to be able to stand in there?” With a bit of a grunt, Achilles helped him up from the grass with a literal single hand, for Elliott and Leah in their tipsy states of mind had sauntered in without a backwards glance.

“Don’t worry about me.” Alex chucked the beer can into a nearby trash bin. “Worry about yourself you silly sober little man.”

They passed the walls of the hedge into a clearing where the queue had broken into their different parties, now waiting scattered throughout the dimly lit grass. Over by the westernmost side, they could make out Sebastian, Sam, and Abigail, who was clearly not allowing her injuries to deter her from the fun.

Not particularly maze-like, the room was a simple square, perhaps 70x70 feet (Achilles never did lose his impulse to estimate distance after the past Spring), enclosed on all four sides by rows of enchanted candles casting monstrous shadows against the 12 foot tall walls of dense, midnight blue shrubbery.

Yoba, the sour stench of alcohol was overwhelming. Disgusting. How in the world was this allowed?

Alex and Achilles had just managed to push their way past pie eyed revelers towards Elliott and Leah when a voice boomed like thunder from above.

“Good evening, travelers.” Rasmodius. But the Wizard himself was still nowhere to be found. “And a very spooky Spirit’s Eve to you all…”

Across the clearing, voices quickly quieted down. The hedges rustled softly as a thin breeze began to blow.

“What will you encounter in the maze this year?” Rasmodius’ hummed. “Your darkest fears? Your most twisted desires? Your grimmest memories?”

One by one, the candles lining the perimeter began to flicker out.

“Beware… those brave enough to solo the haunted maze may never find themselves free from its grasp… but for those choosing safety in numbers instead, I have additional words of warning: are you prepared to share the depths of your unconscious mind with your chosen companions? What is there waiting to be revealed in the recesses of the Astral Plane?”

The Astral Plane?

“Wait—” Achilles’ hand, scrambling in the rapidly growing darkness for something secure, found Alex’s cape. “Al, what’s going to happen—”

He wasn’t ready. Not for this, not for—

The breeze had transformed into a howling wind that hurled through the clearing, tearing leaves and stems from the surrounding hedges. Faster and faster it whirled, sending dust whipping through the air, so that they were forced to close their eyes and hold their breaths. The temperature plummeted, but Achilles’ buried apprehension seized the opportunity to surge, as wails and screams overtook his ears.

And then, with a thud, he slammed into the ground.

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