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Lady Of The Blue Bakunawa Ch. 6

Afab black OC x Roman Reigns (Pirate au)

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Warnings: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING. mentions of past child loss, grief, mentions of past child abuse, mention of past sexual assault, mentions of past murder, gore, mentions of past racism, heavy angst (with fluff), hard topics, sex, foreplay (fingering cunnulingus fem receiving) Handjob, description of bodily fluids (cum, arousal), emotionally heavy topics, Includes a creature (a collective) who thrives on pain, religious undertones due to mention of the seven deadly sins, brief mention of not wanting to be alive (not SH), patricarichal views (Jane is unlearning, give her some grace chile).Minors DNI. LONG CHAPTER ALERT.

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Second warning. This chapter is emotionally heavy. Please consider reading it in two parts if you have to. This chapter has brief mentions of PAST sexual assault mid chapter. There is also a consensual smut scene (foreplay) at the end of the same chapter. If this is too heavy for you I will send you a cliff notes version (just shoot message in my DM’s) Chapter indicators for the SA topic will be <color coded> so you may skip if need be. . Proceed with caution.

Roman

He watches her take a breath and shoot at an empty can floating on a piece of driftwood. Caden had tied to the wood to rear of the ship. It was the best way she could get shooting practice from a distance. Funnily enough, Jane was savvy with a gun. She’d only been practicing for a few days and could shoot pretty well from a reasonable distance. Roman was impressed.

He’d left her for a few moments to set the dinner table inside his cabin. The waters were calm and the warm breeze had made the humidity slightly too sticky. He made light of it, feasting his eyes on the exposed skin of her neck and arms. Warmer weather called for thinner clothes. He would enjoy it for now.

He placed her bowl across from his and plated the food onto a porcelain plate. There were many upgrades on this new boat. Night had a taste for the finer things and had many high priced items hidden on the ship. He seemed to like fine china. Jane noticed his absence and turned around, he beckoned her to eat. She sat down across from him and placed her pistol on the table next to her.

Roman observed the way she handled her weapons so confidently already. “ Like a proper pirate”, Roman teased. She pulled off the extra hat he gave her and sat it beside the gun. She smiled shyly, placing a napkin in her lap.

8 days ago Roman and Jane’s relationship had changed in what only could be described as an explosion of passion previously left unshared. He now would encourage her sword lessons with Adhar. He would teach her how to use a gun and how to defend herself.

And now there was no confusion on whether or not affections would be shared. It was clear as day that they liked each other. He was just waiting for Jane to lean into her desires and initiate more often.

She sat across from him and dug into the food, spooning it into her mouth. He went fishing for her and cooked it. Tropical waters meant better catches of fish.

“ What is this?”, she said with an enthusiastic mouth full.

“ Oka l’a. It’s a dish of my people. Most people prefer it raw but sometimes we cook it for the children or sickly. You get the cooked version”, he chuckled watching her pick up a tiny piece of fish and eat it with her fingers.

“ You made this?”, she said with surprise.

“ Yes. That’s why I was gone”, he smiled.

“ It kind of tastes like coconut too. We used to put coconut in some of our food back in Trinidad. My grandfather used to add it to his Callaloo”, she sighed in content.

“ So you like it ?”

“ I do! You never told me you could cook.”

“ There was never a need to. Always had somebody to do it for me but thankfully my memory is pretty extensive. I’m sure there are a few missing ingredients however. This was my favorite dish my mother made.”

“ You remember her?”, she asked with curiosity.

“ I’m not ancient ”, Roman laughed. Jane just smiled and went back for another piece of fish.

“ Sometimes the memories get fuzzy after so long”, she shrugged.

“ I feel that way sometimes. The food was the easiest thing for me to remember because it was one of the last meals I had. At least that’s what my memory tells me.”

“ So this..raw fish. Your culture eats it a lot ?”

“ Yes. We prepare it in a way. We knew which ones to choose—we could asses how healthy the fish was. It’s very fresh and the children are brought up on it young. We never got sick. Thankfully, now that we’ve moved into more tropical waters, we have healthier fish. I could never eat this from the port. It was would end bad since the water is so filthy.”

“ Lest we want another cholera event”, she joked.

“ Don’t even remind me”, Roman shivered.

“ Do you have any other favorite meals ?”

“ Pork.”

“ Pork? But you can get pork anywhere.”

“ We cooked it better.”

“ How did you learn to cook anyway?”

“ The men cook where I’m from. Especially for big feasts. So young boys learn how to cook from their fathers.”

Jane’s eyes widened. “ Remind me why we aren’t back there instead ? Everything I’ve heard so far is promising.”

“ If you want off cooking duty you’d best say so. Unfortunately my meals are only reserved for you”, he teased.

“ As tempting as that sounds, I can't abandon ship with Caden.”

“ So what’s another interesting thing about your culture ?”

“Our seafaring is unmatched. We were the first people in the world to migrate by boat.”

“ So this comes naturally to you then?”

“ Yes. Especially because all I knew was water even in my life before.”

“ Married to the sea”, she teased. Roman didn’t laugh but instead graced her with a soft unassuming smile.

“And what about you?”, he asked.

“What about me?”

“Is there anything you remember about Trinidad ? Anything at all ?”

“ I remember putting scotch bonnets in our food. We have really spicy peppers—maybe even some of the hottest in the whole world. As a kid, whenever a general was particularly mean to us, we would rub the rim of their mugs with the juices from the pepper. There lips would blow up like fish.”

Roman laughed. “ Mischievous .”

“ Oh you don’t know half of it. Me and my cousin used to get in SO much trouble. There’s a certain kind of fearlessness children are born with. I would never have the gull to do something like that now.”

“ I’m a fan of young Jane. She sounds like she doesn’t take any mess”, Roman smiles.

“ I also remember being able to wear what I wanted as a kid. The culture we created for ourselves didn’t concern itself with layers and corsets and thick fabric. It’s hot. If I left my house with my stomach showing as a kid, people would laugh at my pot belly at most. Women didn’t have to be covered from neck to ankle either—like I said, it’s hot. Our garbs were also very colorful and bright. Then one day there were all these rules. Wear this not that. Your hair should be this not that. Anything else was suggestive or loud.”

“ Well..sounds like a story I’ve heard one too many times unfortunately.”

Jane shrugs. “Well I suppose there’s no point in stewing in it now. You take the good parts and leave the rest.”

“ I would have disagreed with that before I met you but now….”, Roman trailed off teasingly. A smile spread slowly on her face. He had a habit of staring at her unpromoted now. She was convinced he just liked to see her squirm.

She anxiously changed the topic. “How much longer?”

“ A few more days. We’re close.”

“ Days? Good, we have more pressing matters to address anyways.”

“ Like?”

Jane looks down in her lap finding the courage to finally spit it out. “We kiss…”

“Yes.”

“On the lips….”

“Yes I know.”

“And you touch me…”

Roman scoffs in a humorous tone. “How could I forget ?”

“Yes but… usually when that happens there’s a reason for it. Like there’s a purpose.”

“I want to make you feel good. Is that not the purpose for any of it ?”

“What I mean is that we’re doing things that people who are in established relationships do.”

“ We are. Fun, isn’t it?”, he smiled smugly. He enjoyed forcing her to be more direct.

“ I am unspoken for. You have no claim on me and I doubt you intend to wed. I know people see that we are involved no matter how cordial and polite you are in front of others. It’s unbecoming for a woman on a ship full of men to be so loosely claimed, while clearly giving away the very thing reserved for a steady union. I mean what if people think I’m just…kept. And while I think that most of your crew have been outstanding gentlemen to me, they’re still just men Roman”, she uttered quickly.

He raised a brow at her. “ Who said you were unspoken for…?”

She mirrored his face with a surprise of her own. “Uh…well you never said.”

Roman leaned forward with his elbows dominantly on the table across from her. “ My apologies. We are together. Meaning that you are my intended, lover, suitor. Or if you prefer the term courting then that is suitable as well.”

Jane is visibly stunned. She just assumed that any relationship she formed with Roman wouldn’t be a steady one. He wasn’t exactly traditional. “ Courting would mean that you intend to marry…?”

“ So ?”

“ You’re a pirate ?”

“ And?”

Her expression flattened.“ You live in a boat in the middle of the ocean.”

“ Accomodations can be made, don’t you think?

“ I mean yes…”

“ Unless you prefer our connection to stay strictly physical?”, he asked.

“ No no. I was just concerned about how it looked.”

“ How about this…I could make an announcement?”

“ No… it doesn’t have to be some big event.”

“ Well then I won’t hide my affection.”

“ I didn’t take you as a publicly affectionate person.”

“ It’s not like I’ll have my tongue down your throat—without your permission of course. Hand placement goes a long way.”

A mischievous expression spread across her face. “ Well since you’ve declared that we’re courting I’ll have to put you to work more often.”

“ I aim to please Miss Ramlal.”

“ I’ve noticed”, she giggled.

Romans attention faltered when a loud thump echoed beneath them. He stalked to the edge of the ship to see a giant piece of plank wood bumping on against the boat.

“ Look!” Jane gasped.

Behind them a ship splintered into a million pieces laid on the shore of a beach. It looked old and the wood was wet and rotten. The sail was obliterated.

“ Why-has this happened ?”, Said Jane.

“ I’m not sure, it could have been anything. I know one thing for certain though, this means we’re getting closer to our destination.” Roman pulled out his spyglass and further inspected the shipwreck. The wood had chunks bitten out of it as if something attempted to eat the boat.

Worry clenched Roman’s chest as he folded the spyglass and put it back on the table.

“ Room for dessert dove ?”

Jane

3 days of wind and gray skies with absolutely no rain and plenty of thunder, it was unheard of. The air was colder and despite the wind there were no waves. The boat had an almost mechanical float, as if it had feet underneath the hull dragging across the sea floor. Roman insisted that things were moving according to plan. Jane wasn’t so sure.

Suddenly a thick mist filled the air causing Jane to step back cautiously. Jane retreated back towards Roman’s quarters as a huge groaning sound echoed in the distance. A rumble vibrating throughout the ship sent her scrambling for Roman. Sure enough she needn’t look far as he immediately looked for her too, stepping out of his quarters and holding onto her with caution. Something rumbled under the surface of the water completely gray, solid, and endless.

What looked to be a building made of stone or concrete traveled slowly and disruptively out of the sea and into the sky, reaching past the clouds and onwards to the heavens. Water fell from the sides splashing back down to the sea below. Jane turned to Roman with fear, a question already forming on her lips but never making it past them.

“ It’s alright. This is where we’re supposed to be ”, he reassured quietly.

A murmuring crowd had formed now. The building had hundreds of tiny small square glass windows but no light illuminated from them. The shape of the building was rectangular, narrow and smooth. She’d never seen a construction like it. It’s opening was a gaping black hole that she couldn’t see through. Large wet stone steps led to the entrance, just wide enough to put a ship ramp down. As afraid as she was, her feet felt compelled to move forward. If he was going to go then she was coming with him.

“William, Adhar, with me. Jane…”, Roman headed for his cabin leaving the french doors open. The two followed behind him. William loaded his pistol and Adar unsheathed his sword. They sat at the table sharpening weapons and loading their pistols. Roman’s attached two small pistols to his hip. Jane took a pistol for herself and Roman softly took it from her.

“ You should know what you’re getting yourself into before you make your choice”, he said softly.

“Well, let’s hear it”, said Jane.

“The man who gave me the map to the key was rumored to have been the only survivor of the journey but it changed him forever. Every pirate knows that this is rumored to be an eternal prison of all depravity and fear. Here belongs every spirit of corruption—the first of their kind. Some are referred to as fallen angels.”

“ Demons ?”, her face wrinkled in confusion.

“ Aliens, demons..fallen angels. Whatever your persuasion.”

Jane took in a sharp inhale.

“ You do not have to go in. None of you do. I can do this alone”, said Roman.

“No…no I won’t leave you”, said Jane.

“ We stay with the captain”, Said William confidently. No fear.

“ Us pirates have heard the rumors for years about what this will look like…what it will feel like. I fear the rumors have been true. That…this place is every bit of a prison. I don’t know what horrors await us on the other side. All I know is that you will be judged in some way. The myths over the years alter and change.”

“ I understand.”

“ I must warn you that this creature has a fixation for women. Crane mentioned that we may have a better chance of getting the key with you there.”

“ Why?”

“ I have no clue but for that reason maybe you should sit this one out. Fixation could mean anything ?”

“ I’m coming”, Jane said with a gentle firmness. Roman is visibly nervous and holds back on controlling the situation. She can see the wheels turning in his head.

“ Are you absolutely sure Jane?”

“ I stay with the captain”, she uttered.

Roman stood in finality. “ Adhar behind Jane. William at my side.”

The group goes back to preparing their weapons. Hat, boots, long shirts and cotton pants. It was cooler now despite being in the tropics. Jane dressed in Caden’s hand-me-downs, disguising herself as a man as best she could. She was almost sure “fixation” wasn’t a good thing where they were going.

The four of them finished gearing up and made way for the ramp. Caden wished Roman luck eyeing the building with hesitance. Their feet finally touch the wet slabs of the stone stairs leading to the opening. William stands with Roman and Adhar is behind Jane forming a protective shape around her. Jane reaches for Roman’s right hand. He let’s her have it, wanting to give her comfort in some way. She looks back at Caden only to find Adhar staring at their hands with an unreadable expression.

William and Roman take the first steps and the others follow. Their boots echoed into the abyss. A few steps further and they become engulfed in darkness. Then suddenly the dark opening is lit with dozens of torches. They paused when they sensed the presence of another person. A large person–or perhaps it was once a person held a lantern. Large muscles, hooved feet, a tail, long uncanny long arms, and a BULL’S head. Before the scream could leave Jane’s mouth, Adhar covered it. Roman pulled his hand slowly from her and rested his hand on his pistol. William held his hand out, motioning to wait. The bull tilted it’s head to the side watching the group as if to assess them. The Minotaur’s eyes grew darker and wider when they landed on Jane causing Roman to completely pull out his gun.

“ If you want in, those weapons are not allowed”, it spoke with a deep honking barrelous voice. He motioned for Roman’s weapon.

“ The girl needs protection”, said Roman.

“ As does fate. No weapons”, said the Minotaur crossing his arms.

“ Remember what we came here for Roman, it’s fine. We didn’t come all this way for nothing”, Jane whispered.

“ I am the keeper of this prison. I control what goes and what doesn't come out. This is your final warning. Lose the weapons or you will not pass”, the Minotaur warned.

Jane saw the puzzled anger in Roman’s eyes. For a moment she thought he would shoot the damned thing but she rested her hand on his back. With a tense jaw he slowly placed his guns on the ground followed by his sword. The others followed suit. The minotaur watches them for a moment and begins to walk, not bothering to motion for them.

He leads them up a thin and narrow stone staircase with small windows overlooking the sea. There was a wet mildew smell to this place that clung to her nose. The stairs carried them out to a stone floor that held 6 cells on each side. The first creature was something out of a nightmare. It was humanoid with fleshy pale gray wings, an emaciated slim body, large eyes—all pupil, holes for a nose and no mouth. It stood unmoving, eyeing her before placing it’s hand on the invisible barrier that held it inside its cell.

She turned her head in the other direction only to find an even more terrifying creature. There was an Octopus like creature whose skin resembled human flesh with tentacles that had suckers like human mouths. It’s moans sounded like that of a woman’s and an animal mixed together. Her breath hitched and her nails dug into Roman hands so hard that he winced and turned around to face her. The group stopped.

“ Just don’t look Jane”, he reassured her quietly. Adhar placed a reassuring hand on her back looking behind him protectively.

“ Come. They are contained”, said the Minotaur without looking back.

“ Come Miss Ramlal. They look just like my old military unit. Just another walk in the park”, William said quietly in that thick German accent.

They go back to following the Minotaur. Jane keeps her head down to the ground in order to avoid scaring herself again. The only problem is that they would have to travel ten flights of stairs before they reached who they were looking for.

Within those ten flights of stairs the sounds of these…beings were far too intriguing. Some levels were completely silent and so dark it looked like nobody was there. Others were extremely loud with howling screaming monsters. Some of the creatures were violent, banging against their magical traps while others didn’t bother to turn around and see who was there.

She peaked and saw three 4 foot beings with dark grey skin, large eyes, slits for noses, no mouth, long fingers, large heads and tiny child-like bodies. She saw beings that looked like humans with three eyes and mouths full of razor sharp teeth. She saw beings that looked like children with black eyes. Some of them looked like animals that stood on hind legs, some of them were beasts she’d heard of in fairy tales. Lizard creatures, vampires and wendigo. She saw creatures that she’d only heard of in Trinidadian folklore. Douens, Lagahoo’s and Chikcharney’s.

Magic was real. It was a real as rain and it was dark. It was scary. Suddenly she knew without a doubt that the treasure had to be real too.

“ We have arrived”, The Minotaur grunts.

The tenth floor was one long hallway with a stairwell. It was dark. So dark that the torch the Minotaur held looked like a candle light. He snapped his fingers and ten torches lit the room to reveal a cell at the end of the hall. The cell was completely dark as if nothing was there.

The Minotaur turns to them. “ Have you brought them a gift ?”

“ Them? There was no talk of bringing it a gift. Nobody informed us.”

“ They will not speak unless you’ve brought a gift.”

“ I have an apple..”, Adhar says quietly.

The Minotaur hold out his hand awaiting Adhar. Adhar places the apple in his palm. The bull places the apple into a slot by the cell and pushes it into the opening. For a moment it’s just quiet but then a voice calls out. It sounded like a child, a man, and a woman all speaking at once. Like three voices stacked on top of one another.

“Have you met my children? My aspects ?”

“ Children ?” Roman called out the darkness.

“ Yes, they are my flesh and blood and …bone. Created in my image”, the voices groaned.

“ I wasn’t aware,” said Roman cautiously.

“ Perhaps you have read the apocrypha ?”, said a child’s voice. It startled Jane.

Roman doesn’t respond.

“ This is what you were wore that day….it is not ?”, said the child voice. Suddenly the blackness of the glass faded until it revealed a little boy….

Roman

His palms grew cold and wet. The room was hot. There it stood. The reoccurring nightmare that he could never truly out run. Himself.

8 year old Roman stood in front of him in a cotton lava lava, barefoot, no shirt because it was especially hot that day. He’d been playing in the water and his mother finally flagged him down to eat. He ate the last meal he would ever eat from her. He played with his siblings making sand cakes and running around the shore line. Then his life turned upside down.

“ Roman”, he heard Jane whispered to him. He couldn’t even turn around to face her. He was utterly frozen in place. The memories come back to him. His crying, being pried from the hands of his mother, sand burn on his back from being dragged, the screaming, the pleading. Nobody understanding him because of the language barrier. The confusion. The realization that he would never see his family again. The realization that his parents were not invincible and in the end, there was nothing they could do against German occupation. The harshness in the soldiers' glares. The disgust.

“ Or perhaps…this form would be better…”, The creature morphed into his tormentor. Queen Augusta Luise. She stood with a knowing smirk on her face, fanning herself with that imported Chinese fan. She was in her usual dramatic ball gown with an obnoxiously large ruby and diamond necklace. Her hair was in a tight updo with brown hard curls pinned at the top of her head. Her blue eyes cut him as they always had. It had even mimicked her thick accent.

The most gut wrenching, visceral, primal rage came over him. If he ever saw Augusta again he vowed that he would make her suffer. He stepped closer to the cell and the Minotaur reached a hand out to his chest.

“ They can’t get out. You can’t go in. It is written.”

“ What does it want?” Roman urged.

“ Your pain is your payment. If you want the key your pain, secrets, and sins will be judged. There is no prize without punishment.”

“ That hardly sounds fair.”

“ Is it not? You desire a treasure older than your existence. A treasure that can only be held in the hands of a worthy man. Are you worthy ?”

Roman frowned. “ What does my pain do for you?”

“ feeds us..”

Roman frowned, disturbed by its words.

“ We are hungry. It has been many years since we have tasted the sweetness of fruit ... .but the sweetness of sorrow is unmatched. It is dripping from one of you. We could not pass up this opportunity”, says Augusta’s clone with a sickly fake sympathetic voice.

“ Is it really worth it all? We don’t need a fucking key to get the treasure. I’ll take my bloody gun and shoot whatever’s holding the goddamn thing. What does this thing know about any of us?”, William whispered to Roman.

“ William Wright. Prideful William”, The monster morphed into a 3 year old boy with strawberry blonde hair, freckles, large green eyes and a button nose. It’s voice became tiny to match the body it emulated. Jane’s eyes widened in horror as William dropped to his knees in as soon as he saw the boy.

“ Too prideful to spend time with your only son thinking being a provider is more important than being there for your sick child.. Now he’s gone and what do you have to show for it ? A dead General who did nothing wrong but give you the commands you signed up for. Plucking out his eyes in a misplaced fury….”, This monster morphed into a burly man with blonde hair, and a bloody face with missing eyes.

“ Stop this! You know nothing!”, William cried in agony. Jane debated comforting him or staying put. She didn’t want the attention to turn on her.

The creature taunts William in his sons form and voice, leaning against the barrier. “ Prideful William, too prideful to say that he took out his own eyeball in guilt but instead lies and claims that he lost it in a sword fight. William the prideful. Too prideful to write to his wife. You ignore her letters. You let her wallow in her grief alone. Oh…pride is your true love. This sin suits you well. Even now…you cannot face the truth. You refuse it.”

William sat on the floor reduced to tears, head tucked between his legs. How easy this fierce man broke down. Roman’s fierce fighter had self- destructed. A reminder that everyone has something in their life worth crying over no matter how strong they appear.

Roman rested his hands on Williams' shoulder. He looked back up into the cell to see Augsta staring at him with that smirk again.

“ Do you accept..wraithful Roman?”

Roman’s face fell. “ Fine…but not her.”

Augusta twirled her hair playfully. “ If your pain is worth the treasure you seek, then perhaps…”

“ NOT. HER”, said Roman sternly.

“ We shall see. Come …”, the monster said in a gentle voice as it morphed into a young woman with nearly ankle length jet black hair. She had tawny brown skin, thick brown eyes, a wide nose and full pink lips. She was gorgeous… She was his mother.

Roman let the tears happen, he didnt try to wipe them away. It was too painful to claim indifference. It had been many years since he saw her face. His mother– the monster, was crying with him. She placed her hand on the invisible barrier and Roman nearly did the same. He stopped himself remembering that it wasn’t her.

“ She grieved you for a long time. She didn’t believe you to be gone forever. She convinced herself that it was a bad dream and that you were simply lost. But you were not lost.. You had a new mother..”, said the womanly voice. The monster then turned to Augusta again. Anger creeped up on the back of his neck. He always felt anger on his back and on his neck. Now it was no different.

“ Have your lover the fantasies you have of killing your former mother?”

“ She is not my mother..”, Roman sneered.

“ You called her Mommy. You held her hands in yours, appeased her even when she made you beg for a God you didn't believe in. She beat you into submission. So peculiar how hatred can turn into an obsession. You were her little doll and you performed for her for years. Making her believe that her love was the cause for your greatness. Fencing, Math, Polo, Portuguese,Spanish, German, English, Japanese. Star pupil…handsome and muscular. Smart as a whip. Well spoken…they would say. When her back was turned you spat in her food. You stole her items and sold them for free. You cursed her name every night before you closed your eyes. Too afraid to show your rage, too afraid to upset your captor. How she had turned you into her perfect pet, performing at a whim and entertaining her high born friends.Then suddenly she outgrew you. Her little puppy had turned into a wolf and that rage had cracked and broken the seams of your composure. She kicked out her dog..”, The monster taunted. It shifted to his teenage self in tattered clothes.

“ Suddenly the victim becomes the monster. Does she know about the killing spree you went on after she discarded you? Kings guards, high society sweethearts? Anyone who looked at you wrong? You may believe that your anger was warranted but how many orphans did you create ? Mothers you made childless? They called you the Lacerator because of the mess you left behind. Everywhere you went there was destruction and pain. You killed your fellow pirates in ways that would make the devil blush. You killed for money, for greed, for power. Yet you believe that the family you formed in your crew washes the stain of blood from your hands?”

Roman turned to Jane to see a sick look on her face. Would she see him differently after this?

“ You mention no context. Those people saw me as subhuman. Some of them were even ordered to kill me or took it upon themselves to torment me. I did what I had to do to survive”, Roman countered.

“ Not all of them were high born. Some of them were similar to yourself. Class traitor…so dignified in your approach to violence. Does she know that every moment of your life you have a wraith boiling inside of you so legendary that I can feel it through our barrier. You wish to harm me. You wish to harm those who have done you wrong but instead you have pillaged your way to your current riches. The same way the Germans pillaged your people. No amount of blood spilled will fill the hole inside of you. Wraithful Roman. Be hopeful that all this suffering will have amounted to something. May god save the ones you love if you get to that treasure and find nothing but bones and dust.”

Roman watched silently as the monster morphed itself into countless faces…some he remembered and others he didn’t. He could bare it no longer.

“ You got what you wanted”, Roman sneered. The monster froze with the terror stricken face of his last kill. A pirate from Captain Night’s ship.

“ Adhar…oh Adhar....”, the creature groaned in a woman’s voice. It’s figure became that of a woman moaning in pleasure. Gingers, Brunette’s, Black, White, Asian. Fair skinned and Dark skinned. They all moaned Adhar’s name one after the other.

“ They all loved you, Adhar. What is it about you that drives women to madness ? What wound do you press against that makes them feel so unworthy. Or is it you? Is it you who feels unworthy ? Is it you searching for something you never had ? Perhaps it was your mother. She couldn’t be bothered to care about you. She was forced to have you. You barely know the warmth of a mothers love. Or was it your father ? Nothing was ever truly good enough for him. You weren’t a man in his eyes. Kita almost made you whole again. She loved you dearly…”, a soft voice called out. She was undoubtedly south Asian. Green eyes, curly shoulder length hair, elaborate jewelry and an olive complexion. Roman looked back at Adhar to see a watery smile spread across his face.

“ I didn’t have any money. I just wanted to be able to provide for Kita. To give her nice things. To take care of her like a real man”, Adhar sniffled.

“ Instead of stepping up, asking her father for her hand and living a humble life— you rob and steal. You killed the market owner, someone you knew since childhood. You take from your own community. You betray the ones you love for money. They had no choice but to send you away leaving Kita with broken promises and a broken heart. What do you do to ease the pain? You pursue countless women, giving them sweet nothings. They awake to the smell of you on their sheets. Lustful lonely Adhar, so sure he’s content. So sure that he’s simply a kind man. So sure he made the right choice but constantly searching for a woman you’ll never have. Your longing has no restraint. It is so boundless that it has made you envious of the man who saved you from a life of poverty and starvation”, said the monster.

Adhar breathing quickened. His fists balled up in flattered fashion. “I- I- I just didn’t want to be …I didn’t meant to hurt anyone. That was never my intent….”

Then with a sudden turn of events Kita morphed into full lips, brown almond eyes and black onyx hair. Roman looked at himself on the other side of the glass. The monster mirrored him perfectly before splitting itself into a second person. Jane. The monster had morphed into himself and Jane. Roman tensed up not understanding where this was going,

“ Not only are you lustful but you are envious. Envious of affections shared between your captain and your new friend. Envious of a love lost. Envious of the love brewing between Roman and his intended. If you feel that you are unloveable—then you will always be. No matter how much you fuck the loneliness away you are lustful lonely Adhar. Adar the envious”, said Roman’s Doppelganger. It turned to kiss Jane’s doppelganger. Adhar looked sick as he glanced over to Roman and then Jane.

Roman was just as embarrassed as Adhar was. All the speculations he had about Adhar and it never occurred to him that he was jealous of what he and Jane shared. He assumed he just wanted Jane but that wasn’t the case. He wanted what they had. He didn’t know about Kita or much about his life before. Adhar was a newer crew member who he didn’t get the chance to speak with often. He took him in because of his proficiency with the sword.

Roman turned to look back at Jane who was standing behind the Minotaur now. The last time she looked this frantic was the first time they saw each other. William was in a ball on the floor staring at the wall. Adhar looked like he was seconds from cracking. Everyone was a mess. Now he understood what the creature meant when it said pain. Everything about this was painful. Their worst thoughts about themselves actualized.

“ If you don’t mind sir I’ll…be waiting behind the door. Just yell for me? ”, Adhar looked to Roman. Roman nodded in agreement allowing him an early exit.

“ We are done”, Roman says with resistance. For the first time in his life…he was afraid. He was afraid of what came next. He was afraid for Jane.

“ I could stop now but…this treasure that you want. It’s more than just Gold, Silver, Rubies and Diamonds. This treasure would make you the wealthiest person to have ever lived. The monarchies would pale in comparison to you. I have seen nothing to convince me of any of your repentance. If you give me her pain I could feed off it for months. Give me her or you return to your ship and get swallowed by the sea”, the monster hissed. It’s voice was nowhere near the familiarity of a human. It was stripped of any of humanity.

“ She is mine to protect. We will and take our chances. Jane come, we are leaving ,” Roman stalked to her but she stepped back.

“ N-no. No I can do it.”

“ I don’t want this. You don’t want this Jane”, Roman raised his tone ever so slightly. He didn’t mean to but his mind was spinning. Whatever she wasn’t ready to tell him, surely this wasn’t the way she’d go about it?

Jane walked over to him and placed her hands in his in an attempt to calm him.“Do you honestly think that this would be the worst thing that’s ever happened to me? I’m stronger than you think. Besides…it all had to have been for something. There’s nothing that this thing can tell me that I haven’t already told myself”, Jane smiled sadly. Roman nodded and hesitantly stepped out of her way.

Jane

The creature before her was incomprehensible. It was all things horror, despair, loneliness, fear, lust and darkness. It was many things and then nothing at all. Limbs, eyes, many teeth—countless teeth. Many faces and orphases. Its shape took up the entirety of it cell. And then in an instant it mirrored her. It looked just like her, like she was standing in a mirror.

“ I’m probably not in the position to make requests but…would it be okay if William left the room as well as the Minotaur.”

“ fine”, said the monster.

The Minotaur picks up William and throws him over his shoulder, leaving out of the room. Now it was just Roman and herself and this ….thing.

“ Come closer sweet little creature…”, said her doppelganger.

She stepped forward just a few short inches from the barrier. Her doppelganger looked her up and down, walking back and forth from one end of the cage to another in a predatory fashion. Jane didn’t not falter her gaze.

“ I was told you like women ? Why is that ?”

“ Like isn’t the word I’d use to describe you creatures. It’s so much more than that. The essence of a woman is sweeter…their secrets—darker. You are the original sinners. Your capacity for corruption knows no bounds.”

“ I see”, says Jane quietly.

“ Jane Ramlal. Trinidad and Tobago…. September 22nd. Family is gone—I presume it’s from the Spanish and British occupation”, her doppleganger assessed in a detached manner.

“ You have a knack for lying don’t you? Your grandfather taught you reading, writing and arithmetic. Very rare for a girl like you…and to have to pretend all those years to not know a thing.”

“ he did.”

“ Such sadness. It wafts off you. Depressive, even as a child. Fun times were short lived. It’s almost like you were doomed from the start.”

Jane doesn’t respond. There was no need to. She couldn’t change what she was born into. There no point in being defensive.

“ You killed a general with your cousin at 10 years old. You put a scotch bonnet in his drink and it burned a hole in his stomach. I would deduct points for that but he wasn’t a very good man either. Seems like you know how to pick the bad apples unlike your dear friend Roman.”

“ It wasn’t right.”

The creature looked at her strangely as if her accountability was unusual.

“ How hard it must have been for you working for high society. Cruel wives and their vulture husbands. The last 13 years of your life have seemed to blur together. Every day is the same. Work, sleep, work, sleep. No enjoyment, no happiness. It’s as if I’m looking at a loop.”

Jane remained unmoved. “ Yes I only just…started living recently.”

<<<<<<<IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO BRIEF MENTIONS OF SA STOP HERE. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>!!!!!!!!

“ And you are no stranger to the violence of men?”

And there it was. Jane froze and closed her eyes slowly in shame. That’s it… the moment she was dreading. The one thing she would never say. The reasons she told the other men to leave.

“ I am more than familiar”, she croaked.

“ Something was taken from you…more than once. And again fairly recently on this boat taking you the America’s. You wish to not exist..?”

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<SAFE.

“ I….”, tears flooded Jane’s eyes. “ I have many times.”

The doppelganger tilted its head. “even now?”

“ Months ago. Not now.”

“ That desire drove you to poke holes into the hull of that ship for months with screws and knives. When the storm came the ship could not withstand it. However, the storm took a violent turn and you were left for dead. You survived by hanging onto driftwood. What a viper you are. You play helpless very well”, the Doppelganger smirked at her.

“ Yes…I did those things”, Jane said stoically. She wasn’t proud of what she did but she felt that she had no other choice. She wouldn’t bother rationalizing it to the creature.

“ You have been given an exit from your suffering. You cannot tell the dark from the light. All around you… endless possibilities. So many women would want what you have. The chance to start over but you are haunted by your past. I give you the sin of trisitia. An old sin long before the seven. Tristia…sorrow..Are you aware of the cure for each sin?”

“ I am not.”

“ For lust it is self control. For gluttony it is temperance. For greed it is charity. For sloth it is diligence. For wrath it is patience. For envy it is kindness. And for pride it is humility. Can you guess what the cure for sorrow is ?”

“ No…”

“ To live. Jane Ramlal…I sentence you to live.”

Jane looked thoughtfully at her doppleganger. The last few months had proven to her that she didn’t know what it meant to live until recently. It wasn’t just surviving like she’d always known. Living…enjoying life. Eating food when you’re not hungry. Not caring about how rich a dessert tastes. Buying clothes for fun. Listening to music and swaying to it. Relaxing and not feeling guilty about it. Being present enough to laugh at a joke. Being admired and not feeling unworthy for it. That was living. That was what she’d been missing for so long. “ Have I…given you enough ?”

“ I suppose. You are worthy of this treasure. You may have the key”, says the creature in a bold flat tone. It shifts back into its original form. Carefully it used their hand to reach inside of one of its many mouths and pulled out a key with a long chain. It placed the key into the slot box, pushing it to the outside. Jane picked up the key and held it in her palm. It was a mortice shape.

“ Only you may wear it. If you give the key to anyone else it will destroy them. Now that you have this key there will be many creatures that do not want you to have it. Keep it safe and do not lose it.”

“ I will protect it”, Jane placed the chain around her neck and tucked it into her shirt.

She turned to Roman and saw such a tired and withered expression on his face. It was as if being here had aged him 10 years.

“ Let’s get out of here”, she said.

“ Goodbyeeee friendsssss!”, the creature hissed.

Roman makes no protest as he leads her out of the room. The Minotaur, William, and Adhar all stood quietly by the stairs. They gathered their weapons and made way for the boat. The bull led them back out to their ship without so much as a goodbye. She walked up the ramp and looked back at the Minotaur standing in the entrance.

Magic was real. It was as real as rain. And it was dark. This..she knew to be true now.

An exhaustion came over her so heavily. She stumbled into Roman’s cabin, kicking off her boots. He trailed behind her placing his weapons on the same table they strategized at. William and Adhar left to go be alone. Truthfully she didn’t want to be alone after something so triggering and sensitizing.

She’d never seen Roman cry and his nose was still red from it. She studied his face thinking about all the things he did. She felt not a single ounce of judgment towards him. He was a bit more morally complex than she initially thought. There was a time in his life that he was unrecognizable compared to the man before her. She understood it all. She could accept that anger for his past. She was still angry about her own past—sin or not.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes before he pulled a hidden stash of rum. He sat out two glasses and she chugged the first serving. The second glass she poured on her own, filling it all the way to the rim. Alcohol never really made the pain stop but it slowed down her thoughts. She took another burning gulp.

“ Easy….”, Roman sighed across the table. She sat the cup down and suddenly the tears came. They racked over her heavily and violently. She muffled the sounds with her face in her hands. Roman reached across the table and grabbed one of her hands.

“ It’s alright dove”, he whispered.

“ It’s not alright. I feel. I feel…violated. I feel open. I hate this feeling.”, she sniffled.

“ We all do.”

“ I was never going to tell you what happened to me. Especially on that ship.”

“ Why….”

“ Because men pretend to sympathize…to empathize. They pretend to be good people but they’re not. You tell them your past and they’ll be sure to give you double of it. To make it hurt worse.”

Roman didn’t respond. He wasn’t sure how to.

“ I…have spent so many years trying to come to peace with it. Then the ship happened and it unraveled me. I don’t know if I’ll ever be whole enough again to give you what you want.”

Roman frowned in confusion.“ What do I want ?”

“ What all men want. Real sex. Not whatever game that was a week ago.”

“ Game? That’s how you saw it ?”

“ What could be better than taking the pleasure you want as opposed to spending all your time giving it ? I came and you got nothing”, Jane scoffed, wiping her face.

“ You’re approaching this like some type of payment Jane. Sex isn't some transaction—at least not how I see it. Not with you. I don’t pleasure you in hopes that you do it back. I do it because I enjoy it and nothing more.”

“ I don’t believe you”, she shrugged.

Roman was dumbfounded. Absolutely dumbfounded. He thought he made his intentions clear.

“ What aren’t I saying to make this better? What am I missing ? How do I take this pain from you ?”

“ You can't, it's already done.”

“ Jane..”

“ I can’t….I can’t go all the way with you right now. I don’t know if I’ll ever enjoy real sex again. And what’s even more maddening is that I experience a desire for you that supersedes any other man I’ve encountered. I crave you in a way that is foreign to me. But I cannot give you the very thing that I’m supposed to. What any woman would. I’m trapped in my body—in my desire. I’m fucked up. I’m…broken Roman.”

“ Don’t say that….”

“ I am.. it’s true.”

“ It’s not true. I want whatever you give me. I want you. There’s so many other options on the table for us. It doesn’t have to be just ONE way Jane. However and whatever we decide to do is for us only. There’s no guideline on this sort of thing. I’m in no rush.”

“ You told me that if I chose you I would be guilty of crime by association. I’m telling you if you choose me—I may not be able to fulfill you sexually in the way that you need. At least not in this moment. That could be days, months, weeks, years. It could be a lifetime if we make it that long.”

“ I’m telling you that there are other ways. I am more than fulfilled right now. I’m fulfilled by your gaze. The touch of your hand. Whatever you’re comfortable with is what I’m comfortable with.”

“ You say that now but what happens when what I give you is not enough anymore? There could be someone else, someone more willing. Someone more beautiful.”

“ You must think my brain is located in my cock”, Roman chuckled.

“ I…I just want it all out of the table.”

“ No seriously. You’ve got to stop with these generalized statements about men. I know the horrors of men. Every person who looks like you and me understands those horrors. What I can say is that I know men don’t always have the best representatives. A good portion of them are shit—even I can agree. And for about a decade of my life I was one of them. But people do change Jane. I changed. I changed even more when I met you. Being able to call you mine is enough. Whatever you’re comfortable with. I will never pressure you. I meant it when I said you’ve paid your dues. I’m not here to cause you anymore pain. Neither one of us needs that now. Especially not after today”, Roman urged.

She carefully took in everything he said. The conviction in which he spoke, the sincerity in his eyes… he was telling the truth. Her gut told her so.

Roman continued. “ You and me—you especially, have been through hell and back. Let us have this one thing to ourselves, for ourselves. Leave the expectations behind you. I’m not your dictator. I'm not here to tell you what you should or should not do as a woman. I just want this, I want us. Nothing more.”

Jane’s face wrinkled in confusion. Roman was a strange bird. Any other man would have walked away—at least the ones she encountered previously. “ That’s not very traditional, you know ? You really truly want this…all my darkness? All my pain? It’s not too much for you ?”

“ In case you haven’t noticed, I’m nowhere near a traditional man. I could ask you the same but who else would understand me like you? You heard about all those things I did in my past and you still look at me like I hold the moon and stars. Like me—an ole’ pirate, has the right to cast judgment over you. I want you and anything that comes with it. The good and the bad.”

Roman gets up from his chair and walks over to her, crouching down to where she sat. Her arms leaned over his shoulders and she wrapped them around him tightly in a deep decompressing embrace. How often do they hug?? Not often, if even at all especially for it to have felt so good. She revels in the feeling, confused on how something so simple had taken so much weight off her shoulders. He pulls away and cradles her face in his hands.

“ I will take your darkness and turn it sweet. This I vow to you. No secret of yours should be burdened alone”, he says.

“ Okay”, mutters wiping a stray tear from her cheek. Why did she always end up crying in his arms? Why was it so easy too?

“ Okay”, he chuckles. He kisses her lips gently and sweetly. Like she’s made of glass. She doesn’t mind it. She doesn’t mind being doted on and revered as precious especially after such a hard conversation.

“ What can I do to make your frown turn upside down ?”

“ I need a hot bath”, she murmured.

“ Okay I can do that . Any other requests ?”

“ More of what you made me earlier.”

“ ahh. The Oka l’a ?”

“ Yes please”, she mumbled face first into his shoulder. All that crying had made her sleepy.

“ Your wish is my command.”

Roman

Much to Roman’s dismay, they stopped on the deserted island with the rotting boat for barnacle scraping. It was necessary to ensure that the ship continued to travel at its highest speed. Barnacle scraping was one of the more annoying facets of being a crew member. In moments like this he was thankful to be the Captain. All that sand and salt water battering against someone while they scraped away with all their might—it wasn’t fun. Rory and Thomas were on duty. He watched them scrape against the hall of the boat, flinging the barnacles into the sand.

He needed to touch land and recenter his thoughts. His mind kept wandering back to all the venom that the creature spat. The conversation with Jane played on a loop in his mind. He had come to the realization that every action he made with Jane was in protest to all the beliefs she had about men. It would be his job to show her better everyday. It wasn’t a hard job but she was resistant to her prior beliefs. He was patient with her.

He let a wave of warmth fill his lungs from his pipe as he stared at his ship from the beach. Should he feel guilty for his anger towards the monarchy? It wasn’t just Augusta that caused him pain. There were many people like her. However, he was angry quite a lot. It was something he had only recently gotten a hold of 5 years ago. He found other cathartic ways to deal with it. He’d gotten into reading again and collecting cigars. He’d even gotten a fucking parrot but every now and then his mind would wonder.

He’d rethink arguments and injustices and dream up something better. A desperate need to be the savior he needed for himself. The thirst for vengeance. The occurring nightmares did him no favours. Sure, he was remorseful of the violence that ensued. His treck to the top of the food chain had been bloody—sometimes unnecessarily. He was bitter for many years. Still, if Roman had no choice but to be removed from his family he would choose being a pirate always. He never wanted the life of a monarch.

This constant battle of being a fierce figurehead and a the gentlest version of himself for Jane was a catch 22. One side of him needed the other, yet his line of work contradicted the very thing he wanted to give her. How much longer could this go on? He would never out run the cruel man he used to be. But he had to make space for the man Jane needed.

The ache for her returned, dull and throbbing like a maddening tooth ache. Ever since he’d nearly left her it seemed like there was a thin long string between them. If he got too far she’d pop into his head and somehow he’d return. He’d have to head back soon. But he needed this fucking smoke.

He undressed her for her bath in his room. She was stunning while clothed and even more stunning naked. It seemed quite redundant after the intensity of their discussion. However she seemed to be fairly comfortable. He kissed her intensely before he left, he could still feel it on his mouth. He liked the way she used his space, it made the cabin feel “lived in”. He could see himself shutting out the world and imagining the captain's quarters as a house on land. She’d be busy doing tasks around the space like a house. There would not be a roaring sea outside and he’d have her all to himself. He would soon suggest the idea of her moving her things into his cabin. There was no use in being apart.

He turned around to look at the boat, realizing he had strayed further away than he should have. He threw his cigar in the sand and squashed it with his foot. He watched the embers burn out in the sand. A distant yell snaps him out of his thoughts.

He can see Thomas stumbling backwards in the distance before getting up and lunging forward. Maybe a fight broke out? Roman starts a light jog back to the boat. Another yell and Adhar appears to be swinging his sword around—fighting? Roman was sprinting now. He dreaded the thought of secret attack but how? They were in the middle of nowhere.

He ran to the other side of the boat to find Thomas sparing with what could only be described as a skeleton. A skeleton?

“ Don’t just stand there! It’s strong !”, Thomas choked. It took Roman a moment to actually process what he was looking at. Not even the creatures in the prison confused him this much. The Skeleton had its forearm pressed against Thomas's neck. Roman grabbed the back of its head and swung it effortlessly to the ground. The bones shattered apart. The two just stand there panting while looking at the pile of bones.

“ How the fuck did you manage to let a skeleton choke you?”, Roman turned to Thomas.

Thomas rubbed his sore throat. “ I’m telling you it was kind of strong. And it’s bones hurt. Bloody thing got me while my back was turned”, he hissed. Suddenly Thomas’s eyes widened. Roman turns around to find that the skeleton had reanimated. This time he pulled out his sword and slashed across it’s sternum with his sword, causing it to fall again.

“ Bloody hell….”, Roman groaned as the Skeleton made yet another attempt and rebuild itself.

“ Just keep it discombobulated. It can’t hurt you if it can’t put itself back together”, he gave his sword to Thomas and stalked back to the ramp.

The top deck was hell. Pirates' backs were being ridden by skeletons in Tang dynasty armor. Rory blasted through a group of skeletons with a roar sending bone parts flying everywhere. Adhar was sword fighting with two skeletons at the same time. Williams fought at the edge of the ship sending bones flying into the sand. Caden used a femur as a weapon warding off approaching skeletons. Each time a skeleton was knocked down they’d reanimate and come back for more.

“ Anybody got a fucking match ?”, Williams yelled with a pipe in his mouth flying a bone down the beach.

“ Don’t even bother they won’t burn, OUCH!”, Earl yelped as a Skeleton bit his ear.

The skeletons that managed to get on the ship held Dao’s. Some of them were rusted by sea water making sharp, rusted, jagged weapons that could potentially kill someone. That’s how Roman ended up in a fight with an armored Skeleton holding a spear. One for the story books.

Jane

She actually didn’t mean to fall asleep in his bed but he insisted that he had work to do. To her surprise she woke up to yelling. She quickly grabbed her pistol off Roman’s table and busted the French doors open to find utter chaos. Skeletons were everywhere and they were angry? Roman fought somewhere in the middle of the deck, throwing Skeleton heads in the air and kicking them off the boat.

An especially tall Skeleton in thick black armor came stomping towards her. Her eyes widened and she lifted her gun at its head, shooting at it in three short bursts. She shot the head, chest and pelvis. It paused looking at her momentarily before collapsing onto itself. Roman turned around, nose flared in a heavy irritation. He storms over to her.

“ Get back in there and close the door”, he hissed.

“ What ?! No. I just killed that thing. It looks like you guys need the help!”, she gawked.

“ It’s not safe t-— wait”, Roman punched the head off a skeleton creeping up behind Jane.

“ They’re trying to stab people with rusty knives. I’ll be damned if you die because a bag of bones shanked you. Go back into my room and lock the door”, Roman demanded. Another Skeleton attempted to swipe at Jane with a spear. He snatched the spear from the Skeleton’s arms causing the bones to disconnect from it. Now an armless Skelton was trying to bite him.

“ I’m fighting. We talked about this. You said I was perfectly capable of defen— HEY!”, Jane scoffs as Roman picks her and throws her over his shoulder like a bag of flour. She scrambles against his hold, beating against his back but it’s pointless.

Roman storms through the French doors and plops her on the bed. She takes a pillow and throws it at him. When she realizes he’s heading for the door she sprints after him. She's a second slower than him and he manages to trap her inside.

Roman

He wraps his belt around the double door handles and places a sword in between them to prevent her escape. He can hear her yelling and beating from the other side.

“ William!”

“ Aye Cap’n?”, he turns to Roman, face drenched with sweat.

“ Do not let Jane leave that room. Do not let anything enter that room. She can’t come out.”

“ Aye”, William stalked over to the door with a pistol standing in front of it.

“ JACKASS!!”, she shouts from the other side of the door.

10 minutes into this “fight” a skeleton had actually managed to slash the skin on his arm. It did nothing but piss him off more. Thomas had retreated back onto the boat with a Skeleton biting his ankle like one of those rat terriers.

“ We need to get off this bloody island!” Adhar yelled in exhaustion. There were over 100 Skeletons reanimating themselves with some rising from the under the sand, crawling from the rotten boat and even coming out of the tree line.

“ Fuck this. Raise the sails. Cortez! Get us out!” Roman yelled, pushing another skeleton down the side of the boat.

They made sail again, throwing the bones overboard. The reanimated bones on the shoreline tried following the boat but fell apart once the water reached their knees. What was left of the skeletons was dumped in the water.

The men sat there panting on the wind deck. This was somehow the perfect way to end a shitty day. Some of them had bite marks, cuts and bruises. Others just looked disheveled.

“ Let me out of here you NOW!!”, he heard Jane screech from the other side of the door. Roman painfully peeled himself from the floor and untied the French doors. Jane swung the door open and pushed Roman. He barely stumbled. Her eyes widened when she saw his arm.

“ You’re hurt”, she held his arm.

“ Just a scratch”.

“ You’re bleeding onto the fucking floor. Earl!.”, She pulled him inside the cabin and sat him down.

Earl came and assessed his arm.“Superficial though I’m sure very uncomfortable. You won’t need any stitches; the cut was clean. Why don’t we get you an astringent, some ointment and a bandage?”

“ I can help him. Why don’t you go relax Earl. I’m sure it’s been a long day for you.”

Earl thanked her and gave her the wound supplies before leaving, likely to go assess his own bite. After a quick wash up, Roman sat at the table with Jane on her knees, pressed witch hazel against the wound. She rinsed it cleaned and dabbed bag balm on the very top.

“ You know you might not have gotten than cut if you actually let me help”, she sighed wrapping his arm with a bandage.

“ It was no big deal.”

“ Oh really? If it was no big deal then why didn’t you let me help?”, she bit.

“ Rusty. knives.”

“ I don’t. care”, she mimicked.

Jane rolled her eyes and sat the bandage roll on the table. Roman unexpectedly pulled her forward in between his legs, leaning over her just inches above her face.

Roman smirked. “ Have I ever told you how cute you are when you’re mad?”

He leaned down and kissed her mouth firmly in a long hum. She stiffened and then softened, swatting at his chest as he pulled away. He chuckled at the pout on her face.

“ You’re not funny”, she whined with annoyance.

“ Maybe not but I have to admit, after all the shit that happened today I never guessed I would be nearly stabbed by a dead guy.”

“ Well…that thing did say that other creatures won’t want us to have the key . I just hope nothing else comes up. Nothing we can’t handle at least”, Jane sighed.

“ Whatever it is we will get through it.”

“ Not if you lock me away”, she frowns.

“ Alright fine. Next time I promise but not if I sense your imminent death.”

“ Fine but you’re going to have to make it up to me.”

“ How ?”

“ I don’t know.”

“ I could always give you a kiss.”

“ You just gave me a kiss?”

“ Not that kind of kiss darling.”

She yawns in an exaggerated manner. “ Maybe with breakfast. I’m exhausted.” She stands putting the pound supplies back in the aid kit.

“ Then… I bid you a goodnight Miss Ramlal.”

“ Good night you stubborn ass”, she drawled on her way to the door.

“ One of these days you’re going to have to move your things in with mine. it’s only right ”, he called back to her.

“ In the midst of you making it up to me, maybe you’ll give me your proposition”, she winked at the door before turning the corner.

Roman accepted that challengeand went to bed with a stiff cock.

Jane

Thanks to her nap earlier she was up tonight. She read, she had a snack, she even tried on new dresses she got back in Port Plado before they left. She was bored. It also didn’t help that ever since their exchange she’d thought alot about that “convincing”. She should have taken the offer.

A knock on her door pulled her from her thoughts. She gets up pulling on her robe and answers the door. Roman is standing there wish disheveled hair, opened shirt, just trousers.

“ May I come in ?” He asks quietly.

“ Of course”, she moved over to let him sit on her bed.

“ How’d you know I was awake?”

“ I could see a light under your door.”

“ Oh. Right ”, she smiled pulling her robe around herself.

“ feeling okay ?”

“ yes I’m fine. Just a bit restless”, she looked at his trousers and could see a dint. Her belly flipped in excitement but she tried to hide it. He seemed tired.

“May I…..touch you ?”

Fuck it…

“ Ye—-.” before she can even finish the word he ambushes her, covering her mouth with his mouth. He pushes up her dress. They fell backwards on the bed. He pins her left leg to her stomach, keeping her open to reveal her glistening center. He licks three fingers and places them at her clit swirling them in tight firm circles. Her eyes nearly cross as her head falls back. He's so big she can’t close her legs. He props her other leg over his shoulder for better access. She has to cover her mouth from the sudden stimulation. She’s audibly wet which gives away the arousal she’s had for the last few hours. He pulls back to spit on her cunt and then resumes with those firm circles.

“ Roman ”, she sighs.

“Jane”, he mocks quietly.

“ What are you doing ?”, she asks lazily. She knew exactly what but her mind didn’t have enough time to calculate the last 30 seconds.

“ You really do have such a pretty cunt”, he grunted against her mouth. She just sighs softly against them, closing her eyes and relishing in the warmth of his fingers.

“ I’ve been thinking about how it tastes ever since that night. I told you…there are so many ways to get my point across. You haven’t an inkling on what truly satisfies me. I can’t be satifised- won’t be satisfied, unless I can see you crumble in my fucking hands.” His tone was rough and sharper than usual. She didn’t mind it at all. He pulls back to gently but firmly slap her cunt and it ignites all of her pleasure centers. She gasps, Instinctively closing her legs. To no avail she remains wide open to him. Her back bends off the bed as he continues rubbing her clit.

“ Stay right there. You’re doing such a good job”, he whispered. She’s whimpering behind her hand now. He looks down to see a sticky arousal forming around his fingers.

“ You see, if you were in my bed you could yell as loud as you want. Think about that next time because I plan on doing this again”, he sucked her neck. Her eyes rolled around her skull as she gripped his bicep. She can feel her nails biting into his skin. It just makes his hand move faster.

“ Roman…sensitive”, she warned.

“ I hope you know that you’re not getting up from under me until you’re properly ruined”, he chuckles darkly. He flashes his teeth and he can see another dreadful wave of arousal come over her features.

“ You’re not ready to go all the way, that’s fine. I can take that. Take all the time you need but I will watch you cum. Whether I do it for you or you do it yourself. I will watch you shatter every single time Jane”, he murmured against her temple. Her brows scrunch and her lips tremble into a pout as she feels herself coming close to the edge. A true delirium was seeping in as she neared her impending climax. That stage where she’d do or say anything to cum. No matter how bat shit crazy it was. She’d recite the Spanish alphabet if it meant he kept going.

“ Yes ...yes only you—make me come”, she whined hazily. Her entire body had broken out into a light sweat. Properly wanton and consumed by desire. Not caring about her appearance. Raw pleasure.

“ Only me, yes. Say it again”, he says with another quick slap to her cunt.

“ Onl-Oh fuuckk”, she squeaked.

“ Tell me all the filth going on in your head right now. Tell me and I’ll lick you a bit. Tell me what you were thinking about before I came in here”, he taunts in her ear.

“ Y-your tongue. Your shouldersss-shit!”, she moaned.

“ What a good girl you are..”, he pulls away and laps at her clit. His tongue is pleasantly cooler than her heated sensitive skin, which gives her a gush of relief. Yet as quickly as she relaxed, she tensed up at the feeling of his tongue. It poked, flicked, lapped and dipped at the entirety of her cunt, pushing her closer to her release. She was seconds away from coming undone right then but he pulled away to watch her sex. She’s drenched down to the sheets. The longer he prolongs her pleasure the wetter she gets. He licks into her awaiting mouth.

“ You like my tongue?”, he mumbles against her lips.

“ Yes I love it I love it love it”, she chants desperately into the quiet of his mouth. His fingers become more frantic.

He shuts her up here and there with lip locks, sucking on her tongue to keep her at bay. Or he’d pull away just to rest his forehead on hers and watch the way her face breaks up and contorts. H finds her devastating in the height of pleasure—a feast for the eyes. He kisses her forehead as she hiccups underneath him, becoming desperate for reprieve.

“ More ?”, he asks her. She neither nods nor denies, just stares at him with pleading eyes. He pulls his hand away.

“ Open your mouth and say it”, he says firmly.

“ Yes please”, she gushes desperately.

She bucks her hips. He takes his thumb into his mouth, sucks it and places it right on her clit, swirling in fast circles now. Her pleasure becomes more narrowed and more precise. Her head falls back but he uses his other hand to pull the back of her head up, forcing her to look at him.

“ Right here. Right at me”, he says. Forehead to forehead she can see his pupils dilate.

“ I’m- I- I ”, she whimpers. Her words fail her. She’s so close she can taste it.

“ Shh. Just give it to me darling”, he soothed shushing her.

She felt it was her duty to describe to him how good this felt. How mad she was driving her. She almost pitied him for not being able to feel this intensely. So good so…

“ Look at that. So… wet. You see what happens when you keep from it. It’s weeping Jane”, he taunts.

God his fingers... Holy shit his fucking fingers. In her right mind she’d debate if they were better than his tongue. She can only nod as her eyes roll into the back her skull drunkenly. Just what he wanted.

She fists the front of his shirt stretching it towards her, closing the rest of the distance between them.

“ I’m going to cum”, she croaks out in a panic from the force of which she can feel her orgasm sprinting towards her. She imagines it like a train. This would be a big one —just as big as the party if not bigger. She holds onto his wrist in an attempt to brace herself. Eyes wide and filled with worry and desire. There were over 100 pirates just outside that door and the only thing on her mind was how hard she was about to come.

And then her orgasm briefly paused in it’s pursuit of her and she was frozen at her peak for seconds longer than she’s used to. She wants to screech at the intensity. It was agonizing. It was deliciously agonizing. Her climax had her by her throat and it was nearly unbearable.

“ Go ahead, Dove. Don’t need my permission”, Roman whispered softly.

And his words dislodge any delays and fuck her mind. What follows is nothing but pure ecstasy. She contemplates pushing against his chest or biting him to withstand the force. All she can muster up is the bend of her back off the bed. He smashes his mouth to hers but there’s no need. The release is so intense she can barely make a sound. Her hearing gives out and the room fills with dots.

“ Breathe”, he whispers. She goes limp from the lack of air she denied herself.Seconds later he pulls his hand away.

The moment a gust of air pushes past her mouth he eats it, swallowing it down for himself and pulling her into a dizzying sloppy wet kiss. She’s panting heavily looking at him like a crazed man. Then they both look down to see her drenched center glistening against the lantern light.

“ Inside, okay ?”, He asks. She nods.

He gently takes two fingers and pushes them inside of her, feeling her slippery release. The squelch of his fingers brings an inner warmth to her cheeks that thankfully can’t be seen. He then pulls them out and watches her intently as he sucks on them. He attempts to swipe at her clit with his thumb again but she bucks against him, shaking her head in warning. Too much.

He chuckles at her expression and looks down hungrily between her legs. He takes a moment to pull those lips apart to see the wet inside of her. She's pulsating, flashes of her climax still seizing her flesh. He pulls his hand away to grab her chin and kiss her. She groans, feeling the heat nearly return to her core from him.

“ Can you taste yourself on my tongue ?”

She nods almost dumbly. Did she have room for another orgasm?

“ I like the way you taste. If I was in a crueler mood I’d pin you to this bed and eat your cunt until you started wailing. Push you past the point of sensitivity. I’ll save it for another day.”

She’s gobsmacked. Center out and he just looks back down at her.

“ I’m just getting one last look before I go into my cabin and tug on my cock with my fingers in my mouth”, he says in the most casual tone.

She can still see a tint in pants. He begins to pull away.

“ You…you could do it here”, she pants. He pauses.

She leans forward and grabs him through his pants. His eyes closed slowly as if he was hoping she wouldn’t.

“ You said—.”

“ There are other ways, you said so yourself.”

“ Are you sure you’re ready for that ?”

“ I am.”

“ Absolutely sure ?”, he presses.

“ Yes I’m absolutely sure”, she drawls.

“Okay. If you want me to stop, just say the word.”, he slowly reached down to his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He was bare under his trousers which caused his length to pop out and hit his belly button. Her eyes widened.

The length alone was just as concerning as was the girth. She was happy to have chosen a patient man because she would need it. But it was perfect. Tawny colored, with a thick vein in the center underneath. The head was flushed and wet with his own arousal. He took off his shirt. She noticed a slight curve to it when she reached forward and pulled him towards her. His skin was hot and throbbing, twitching in her hand. It almost made her giggle with how reactive his body seemed to her touch.

She pulled her hand away, dipping her hands between her still soaked thighs and spread it onto the base of him. His head fell back, looking at the ceiling in restraint. “Christ, fuck”, he spat. She moved her hand up and down his length.

“ You can fuck my hand…”, she giggled. Something about the sentence seemed silly to her but he didn’t laugh. Instead, he eagerly took her invitation, drawing his hips back to his tip and pushing into her hand. His eyes moved back and forth, up and down her body. She licked her other palm and pressed it firmly around his base, allowing him to use both of her hands..

Truthfully she needed two hands for his length alone. He went faster, which caused the bed to shift resulting in her bouncing. Her breasts bounced up and down with each thrust which nearly sent him over the edge.

He became more eager. It was so obvious he wanted a quick release and she was happy to give that to him. She looked down to see the squelch of arousal in her hand as his cock appeared and reappeared around her fist.

She reached down carefully and cupped his balls. Roman took a fist between his teeth as she massaged them slowly. His composure broke.

“ Tell me where you want it”, he huffed, thrusting into her fist like a cunt.

“ You decide”, she grinned mischievously up at him.

He came with a grunt and settled for her stomach and breasts. His release shocked her. It was the most beautiful thing to see him come undone. It didn’t push her away, it drew her in. The way every muscle in his body seemed to get bigger, the way his stomach contracted, the way his mouth hung open, his eyes, the grunting. She loved every single moment of it. It took her a few moments to notice the wetness between her chest and on her breasts. She looked down and swiped his arousal off her nipple with her finger, placing it in her mouth. He visibly shuddered.

“ You taste really good”, she smiled up at him. He leaned down for another kiss.

She no longer needed any convincing.

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Part 21: The Shadow of the Abattoir

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Plots are made.

Word Count: 4,157

Notes: Warnings for depictions of smut and references to pregnancy, violence, castration, and sexual assault.

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Chapter 19: A Top Hat & A Coconut

Luca paced back and forth like a caged tiger, fingers flexing into fists at his sides, shoes threatening to wear a hole through the lush red rugs covering the floor of the suite that had been his lodgings since coming to Birmingham. His teeth gnawed at the toothpick wedged between them, threatening to break the delicate bit of wood in two.

A good many of his men were dead. Because he’s made a mistake. Because there had been one piece of advice from his mother that he had not headed:

Beware the red haired woman.

It had been Winters, not the Golds like he’d initially thought, who had killed Alessio. The severed head that she’d thrown at him just before he was able to put a bullet between Shelby’s eyes was proof of that.

His jaw flexed at the memory of the wet sound Frankie’s head had made as it bounced along the cobblestones to rest at his feet; lifeless eyes, still filled with pain and terror, staring up at him.

He wanted to kill her. No, more than that, he wanted to hurt her. It would not be a quick death. After what she’d done to his men? To his family? To the people of this city? No; Lucy Winters needed to suffer. Badly.

And hurting her was guaranteed to hurt Shelby, too. She was his closest confidant. The only one he’d trusted to be there with him during the ambush. Even if they weren’t lovers–of which Luca was positive that they were–the loss of her would be devastating for him.

He had been mulling over a few ideas of what exactly to do to her since getting back from the botched ambush. Bloody, gruesome fantasies that had a satisfied smile curving at the edges of his lips.

His mother had told him of Winters’s past. A violent assault that had left her scarred both inside and out. Perhaps there was something there that he could use.

Of course, getting her away from Shelby would not be easy. The pair were practically attached at the hip. That was the primary problem that needed to be solved. The rest would come easily, once he had his hands on her.

But no matter what, the Red Demon needed to be dealt with. Before she caused anymore damage.

“Boss?”

He turned at the sound of Matteo’s voice, the man hovering uncertainly in the doorway. Beckoning him in with a grunt and a gesture of his toothpick, Luca forced himself to halt his ceaseless pacing, instead lowering down into the couch. Matteo sat in the chair across from him.

“What did you find?”

Matteo’s gloved hands fumbled together as he interlaced his fingers in his lap.

“We found a gardener.”

Luca’s brows raised when he did not immediately provide any elaboration. “And?”

“His son was killed by Winters shortly after she first arrived in Small Heath.”

“Who was his son?”

“Nobody. Some trouble maker who was accused of raping a local girl. Winters heard about it and decided as retribution to castrate him. His name was Xavier Smith.”

Luca hummed. Yet another bloody mark beside Lucy Winters’s name. The woman had been busy in the years since she’d showed up in Small Heath, it would seem.

“Mr. Smith thinks that if we can provide him with a false identity, he could get a job working at the home that Shelby just bought for his former secretary, Lizzie Stark.”

Luca raised an eyebrow “Former? Last I checked she was still working for him.”

Matteo shook his head. “An advert just went into the paper a few days ago for her old job.” He sighed. “Not that that’s much use to us. I thought about trying to get one of our people in there, but Winters is doing the interviews and background checks, and word is she’s being very thorough.

“Why the hell would Shelby buy Lizzie Stark a house?”

Matteo shrugged. “We don’t know.”

Luca frowned, but decided to shrug the detail away. Plenty of employers, especially in their particular line of business, bought their employees–and even former employees–special things to encourage loyalty. Shaking his head, he put the Stark woman and the peculiarities of her living arrangements out of his head. She was not the priority.

“Won’t Shelby and his people recognize him?”

“It’s been so many years, the man has aged and changed his appearance by shaving his beard and head. And he never treated with them, not even once. It’s unlikely that they’ll know him.”

“They didn’t pay him for his son’s death?” That was custom, like what they’d done with Mrs. Ross after Arthur Shelby beat her son to death in a boxing match.

“It wasn’t an accident, like Mrs. Ross’s son was. And Mr. Smith never approached them about it. He was too scared.”

“Hm,” he considered, rolling the toothpick between his fingers. It was doubtful that they would get anything of much value out of having someone stationed at Miss. Stark’s home, but it might still be useful. She may have access to information that could come in handy, and it was always possible that Shelby or Winters would pay her a visit there. And it would make it easy, when the time came to take care of her, or if they needed to take someone from the family hostage. And it would be of little consequence or harm to them if the spy got caught and killed. “Alright. Talk to Sabini’s men, they can manage getting a new identity made up for him.”

“Yes, sir,” Matteo stood, doing up the button on his suit jacket. Luca glanced out the window, mind again returning to its endless pit of ideas for what to do about Tommy Shelby’s little demon.

“And Matteo?”

He turned back from where he was almost at the doorway, curious. “Yes?”

“When you get back, you and I are going to take a look at a couple churches around here.”

“Churches, Luca?”

“Mhm. The basements, in particular.”

∗ ∗ ∗

Lucy woke up as she had every other morning since she and Tommy had learned the news about Lizzie’s pregnancy: with soft kisses peppered to the delicate skin of her neck, and Tommy’s huge hand running down her body to sneak between her legs.

She was starting to suspect that his chosen method for making up to her for the whole mess was through orgasms.

“Mm. Good morning to you, too,” she mumbled, stretching and opening her legs wider to give her easier access. His lips curved up against her neck, her breath stuttering as he sucked a dark mark into the skin there, soothing the love bite with his tongue. Lucy sighed blissfully at the way that his fingers circled lazily around her clit, tentatively dipping into her core to test how wet she was.

“Good morning,” he purred, raising his face to kiss her properly on the mouth. Lucy hummed into the kiss, cupping the back of his head. Her lips parted with a soft gasp when he slipped one thick finger into her, and Tommy took the opportunity to tangle his tongue with hers, kissing her slow and easy.

As he worked his way down her body, Lucy craned her head to watch him, fingers combing affectionately through his long dark hair while she shuddered at the way he pressed gentle kisses into her skin, nudging her legs further apart so that he could slot his body between them.

At the first touch of his tongue to her clit, she let her head loll back against the pillows with a soft moan, allowing him to hook her thighs up over his shoulders while her eyes rolled in her head. He had always been dangerously talented with his tongue.

He had been doting on her. Bringing her fresh flowers nearly everyday, buying her little gifts like perfumes, jewelry, and trinkets. And he was almost always touching her, be that just holding her hand during their walks around town or pulling her into his lap while he sat at his desk working on business.

Sadness over what was happening still prickled at her heart, but the constant reminders of his love and desire to have her close helped. And she appreciated how insistent he was on making sure that she knew just how important her presence in his life was to him.

“A-ah…” her back arched, fingers gripping tighter into his hair as her orgasm drew near, Tommy slipping a second finger inside her and doubling his efforts, laving at her clit with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth. Her thighs spasmed, twitching with the sparks of pleasure going through her, and the first waves of release rushed over her like a tsunami, leaving her helpless to do much more than moan and latch onto Tommy’s head for purchase while he guided her through it.

He rested his cheek against her thigh while she finished coming down, watching her with a small, wistful smile on his face, turning his face to nuzzle and kiss at her inner thigh when their eyes met. As if he were bashful at getting caught staring at her like that. Snatching at his shoulders, Lucy pulled on him lightly, encouraging him to crawl back up her body.

“Come here,” she whispered, drawing his mouth down to hers for a kiss, tasting the sweetness of her release still on his tongue. Tommy curled around her, cupping the side of her face and making a soft purring sound that buzzed in his chest under her palms.

“What time do we need to be at the boxing ring?” she asked once they’d broken apart, brushing a few tendrils of dark fringe off of his forehead. Tommy frowned, glancing over at the clock hanging on the wall.

“Not for another hour and a half.” Angling his head back down, he kissed her slowly, nipping languidly on her lower lip, letting it go with a soft pop. Adjusting himself over her, he grunted quietly when she looped her legs around his hips, heels pressing into his ass. With a flex of her thigh muscles she pulled him closer, his hardened cock bumping against her entrance. “We’ve got time.” One of his hands reached down, taking hold of himself so he could guide the leaking tip of his erection to her opening.

She hummed blissfully, arms wrapping around his neck, bringing his mouth down to slant over hers as he sheathed himself inside her.

∗ ∗ ∗

She stood beside Tommy, arms looped through his as they watched Bonnie train in the ring, Maine shouting orders to him from the sidelines. Lucy leaned her cheek against Tommy’s shoulder, drawing in the scent of his cologne and lingering smoke. Checking his watch, he gave a little jerk of his head towards the door.

“We have to go.”

She nodded, loosening her grip and falling into step beside him towards the exit.

“I’d say that he’s almost ready,” she commented once they were outside, walking the familiar path back to the office. It was getting dark, the sun sinking below the horizon steadily.

“Yes,” Tommy agreed, lighting another cigarette.

“Any word from Alfie?”

He frowned, staring across the street. “No; nothing.”

“That’s a little odd, don’t you think?”

“Yes.” He sighed. “But, so long as he and his men are there on the day of the match, I suppose it doesn’t matter.” He cleared his throat awkwardly, gaze averting down to the ground. “How are the interviews for a new secretary going?”

Lucy swallowed dryly. Lizzie would no longer be working in the office. She hadn’t been fired, exactly, but Tommy didn’t want her working while pregnant, and considering the money he would be sending her for the remainder of their lives, she would have no need for employment anymore. Which meant that they needed to find someone to replace her.

It was terrible to say, but a part of her was relieved to not have Lizzie in the office anymore. They no longer had to tiptoe around for fear of setting her off, and Lucy simply wasn’t ready to face her, yet. She knew that she would have to eventually, but she was still so raw from the whole thing, it would probably be a bad idea to speak to her until she could trust herself to handle any emotional outbursts or verbal jabs Lizzie hurled her way without either bursting into tears or saying something she’d regret.

“Fine. I haven’t really found anyone I like yet. Everyone is either too inexperienced or too…moral for the type of work we’d sometimes need them to turn a blind eye to.”

He nodded. “Take your time. There’s no real rush. The other girls in the office can cover the additional work temporarily.”

“Right.”

By the time they made it back to the office, it was almost wholly dark, the streetlamps starting to flicker on. Tommy held open the door for her, his hand warm against her shoulder blade as he steered her inside.

The girls who worked in the office had all already gone home, but the door was unlocked, the light in his office on. Ada was seated at his chair behind the desk, painted red lips downturned into a frown.

Lucy sat down at the table by the fireplace while he and Ada talked about Ben Younger and the ordeal Ada had just been put through by his soldiers. Tommy set a glass of whiskey down on the table for her before going to sit in the chair in front of the desk.

She didn’t listen too closely to the conversation, instead kneeling by the fireplace, fishing her lighter from her trousers pocket to light the wood piled within it, blowing on the smoldering embers until the flames properly caught. Sinking back into her chair, she watched the orange and yellow licks of fire dance across the wood and coal, fingers playing with her rings and fumbling at the edges of her whiskey glass.

Despite everything, all the gifts, doting, affection, and sex, she couldn’t help but feel as if she were trapped in limbo. Holding her breath. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. For Tommy to sit her down, take her gently by the hands, and explain that he could not be with her anymore. Maybe that the baby had made him realize that his feelings for Lizzie ran deeper than he knew. That he had to at least try with her.

Lucy pursed her lips to keep from crying, swirling the whiskey around miserably in her glass. At Tommy’s mention to Ada of the dinner they had planned with Jessie Eden, she took a long swallow of amber, and wondered what Lizzie would think if she knew that the father of her child was about to rendezvous with another woman he fully intended to fuck solely for business purposes.

Probably something similar to what she thought about him still fucking Lucy. Guilt made her stomach turn so violently that for a moment she thought she might puke up the whiskey she’d just drank.

“Lucy?” Tommy came over to her after Ada left, his large hand resting tentatively on her shoulder. Clearing her throat, she forced her features into a neutral expression, peering up at him. “Are you alright?”

“Mhm.” Looking back at the whiskey, she swirled the amber liquid before taking another sip. “Dinner is tomorrow, right?”

“Yes.” Even though she was no longer looking at him, she could sense him still staring at her face, assessing and analyzing her features. He sank into the chair next to her with a soft groan, leaning back with his cigarette between his fingers, staring at the fire with her. “We could postpone if it’s too soon…” he began to offer, but she shook her head.

“No, it’s alright.” She managed a tiny smile. “Just try not to knock this one up too, yeah?”

His brow raised, one side of his lips twitching upwards at the teasing in her tone. Uncrossing his legs, he opened his arms, beckoning her to him.

“Come here.”

The fine crystal of the whiskey glass clinked lightly against the glossy wood of the table when she set it down. Raising from her chair, she let him draw her into his lap, sighing with her head resting on his chest.

“We don’t have to go through with it. Not if you really don’t want to.” Tommy’s voice was a pleasant rumble against her ear. “I’ll find some other way to handle things with Jessie and the revolution.”

“It’s okay,” her fingers swapped fiddling with her rings to play with the buttons on his waistcoat. “It’s the surest way to get what we need out of her.”

He tilted her face up to look into his, eyes again scanning over her analytically. “You tell me if you change your mind. Or if you’re uncomfortable, and we’ll stop.”

“‘Course.”

“I won’t let there be any more…accidents,” she felt him cringe slightly around the word. “I promise.”

With a hum, she pushed her face into his neck, his thumb drawing circles into her thigh. Tommy gave her a squeeze and a peck to the forehead. “I love you.”

The fire popped and crackled in front of them, flames dancing seductively. Lucy watched them in fascination, suddenly taken back to the day of John’s funeral, remembering how the fire had climbed the wood of the vardo, tendrils of flame reaching for the sky, consuming the wagon and John’s body until both were little more than smoldering ash.

It was like a preview, she supposed, of her own funeral pyre someday. Fire was always how she had wanted to go. The idea of being buried under the ground, dead or not, made her skin crawl.

Wrapping her arms around Tommy’s neck, she let her cheek rest against his collarbone, eyes still fixed upon the fire, mind lost faraway in the compilations of death and funerals. Something told her that they were not done with either, yet.

“I love you too.”

∗ ∗ ∗

Dinner with Jessie was actually quite nice. In the setting of one of the warehouses located in Charlie’s yard, she seemed more relaxed, and Tommy worked his verbal magic almost effortlessly. Lucy didn’t say much, opting to sit quietly in her chair, smoking and sipping at her gin, offering Jessie reassuring smiles in an attempt to put her more at ease. When Tommy came to sit down beside her, the toe of his shoe rubbed rhythmically at her calf under the tablecloth.

By the time the food had been cleaned from all three of their plates, they were all wonderfully tipsy, music lilting gently from the gramophone Curly had brought in. Lucy found herself giggling along with Jessie at Tommy’s story from his childhood, when his mother sent him to the store for food and he returned with a top hat and a coconut.

He had his suit jacket off, smiling around his cigarette, ankle hooked around Lucy’s under the table. When he looked at her, his eyes danced brightly at the sight of her smile. He gave a firm squeeze to her thigh before standing and coaxing Jessie into dancing with him. Crossing one leg over the other, Lucy rested the elbow of the arm holding her cigarette on the table, watching them sway while she let puffs of smoke flow from her lips. From over Jessie’s shoulder, Tommy shot her a knowing, moderately mischievous look that had her rolling her eyes fondly and smiling at him. He blew her a subtle kiss that had the smile stretching into a full-blown grin across her cheeks, warmth blossoming in her chest even as he turned his attention back to Jessie.

She could have sworn that she recognized the song playing through the speaker on the gramophone, it taking a few moments of concentration before it dawned on her and a lump formed in her throat. It was a song that Grace used to sing in the Garrison, her low voice and dimpled smile encouraging the men squeezed into the pub to join in bursting into song all around her.

With a long exhale of smoke, she forced the melancholy that the memory brought to also expel from her out into the cool night air. Tommy and Jessie’s faces were hovering in close together, angling ever so slightly so that their lips could meet. Lucy watched them for a moment, feeling a familiar warmth starting to spread through the pit of her stomach, before stubbing out her cigarette into the ashtray and standing.

Tommy let out a soft groan when she pressed her front to his back, her breasts pushing into his shoulder blades while she stretched up on her toes to kisses to his neck. Trailing her fingers along his chest, she popped open the first few buttons on his shirt, delicately stroking over the bare skin and chest hair peeking out of the opened fabric. He started to pull at Jessie’s clothes, moving to pin her against the table they’d all been seated at, but she pulled away, murmuring promises under her breath. Soon, soon. They could get to that soon, but not tonight.

They backed off without a fuss, and Jessie departed not long after that, with a promise that she would arrange a meeting for them with the appropriate people. Tommy ordered one of their boys to walk her home.

“Overall, I would say that was a success,” Lucy commented after they’d gathered up their coats and belongings and stepped out of the yard, holding hands as they picked their way back towards home.

“Yes,” Tommy agreed. “I thought she would be harder to crack.”

“She likes you more than she lets on. And having dinner in the scrapyard was a good idea.” She looked down at their joined hands. “She’s right, you know. You would terrify them over there in the halls of the government.”

He chuckled quietly. “I sincerely doubt that I’d ever be allowed to get on a ballet for any sort of political office. Let alone get elected.”

Lucy shrugged. “You never know. It could be possible, if you found the right strings to pull.” She squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek. “You would be good at it.”

Tommy snorted, eyebrow raised. “Yeah?”

“I honestly don’t think it’s all that much different from what we do now. Just cutting deals and negotiations in ornate hallways, rather than dark alleys. It would be the place to go, if you really wanted to set about changing the world.”

“That was Greta’s dream.”

She gave him a stern look in reminder that she knew him far too well for that kind of denial to work on her. He huffed, blue eyes sweeping across the dark streets of his kingdom.

“I suppose it is something that would be worth thinking about.”

Her keys jangled together as she pulled them from her pocket, unlocking the front door for them to slip inside. Asher was sprawled out on the rug by the fireplace in the front sitting room, lifting his huge black head from where he’d had it laid on his paws, tail wagging against the carpet when he saw them.

“Hey, big guy,” Tommy greeted, holding out a hand for Asher to sniff before allowing him to pet him between his perked ears. “You been keeping watch on things for us?”

Asher’s tail wagging increased. With a giggle, Lucy knelt down to kiss her giant puppy between the eyes.

“Who’s a good boy? Hm?” She laughed when he nosed at her palm. “Yeah.”

They got him a bone to gnaw on and left him to happily chomping and guarding the door, the stairs creaking under their boots as they climbed them. A quick peek into Charlie’s room found the boy already tucked in and asleep, before they shuffled off to their own bedroom next door.

The minute that the door closed, Tommy had her back pressed up against it, spreading kisses all along the length of her neck and shoulder, raising his face to meet her eyes, hands cupping her cheeks and thumbs stroking at her lips.

Fingers curling in the material of his waistcoat, she drew him back down to her. He groaned into her mouth, hands pawing at her, grabbing at her hips and palming her breasts through her clothes. Taking both his overcoat and suit jacket in hand, she shoved them together off of his shoulders to clatter to the floor, arms going around his neck to pull him into even deeper kisses. Her entire body shivered when his hands ran down her sides, gripping her waist.

All thoughts–stressed, insecure, or otherwise–save for how soft his mouth was against hers flew right from her head, lost in the warmth of his kisses as he picked her up, and carried her to the bed.

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choicescommunityevents · 4 months ago

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Thank you for joining our first Choices Picnic! It was a lovely event!

Here is how our picnic turned out:

10 fandom members contributed to

28 MCs, OCs, and LIs joining the event who brought

15 different types of food

10 different types of drinks

21 different types of desserts

15 different games/activities

[Event prompts and info] [Full list of community prompts, polls, and quizzes]

Who joined the picnic? [x]

@cadybear420

Aiden x Evie

@dr-colossal-pita

Ethan x Oliver

@gutsfics

Noah x Devi

Thomas x Avalon

@jerzwriter

Ethan x Kaycee

Tobias x Casey

@lovealexhunt / @theartoflovingthomashunt / @storyofmychoices

Bryce x Olivia

Keiki

Mal x Daenarya

Thomas x Alex

@masked-alien-lesbian

Aislinn x Verity

Hana x Raelyn

@peonyblossom

Ajay x Matty

Emmett x Brooklyn

Ethan x Sydney

Thomas x Jackie

@pulpitude

Mia

Lia

Joss

Linc

Abel

@trappedinfanfiction

Ethan x Celia

Trystan x Sophia

@tveitertotwrites

Derek x Charlie

Ethan x Claire

Thomas x Brooklyn

Tobias x Adelaide

What will we be eating + drinking? [x]

Food

Banana Chips with light maple syrup

Buttermilk Fruit Scones

Charcuterie Board (2)

Chips

Fresh Baked Bread

Fresh Vegetable Quinoa Salad

Gamja-Salad

Grilled Meat Skewers

Ketchup Chips

Korean Fried Chicken

Pasta Salad

Pizza

Pineapple

Sandwiches (2)

Strawberries

Trail Mix

Drinks

Alcoholic Drinks

Cabernet Sauvignon

Chocolate Milk

Coconut Custard Pie

Fruit Salad

Nanaimo Bars

Non-Alcoholic Drinks

Orange Infused Cold Brew

Sodas

Strawberry Lemonade

Sweet Cocktails

Sweet Iced Tea

Wine selection

What are we eating (desserts) [x]

Apple Pie

Berry Pinwheel Pasteries

Coconut Cake

Fresh Fruit Popsicles

Fruit mixed in pudding, yogurt, whipped cream

Golden Griddle milkshakes

Haupia

Honey Cake

Lemon Cake

Mint Ice Cream Sandwiches

Pie

Pup Cups

Red Velvet Brownies

Red Velvet Cupcakes

Rum Cake

Strawberry Cheesecake Parfait

Weed Brownies

What are we playing/doing? [x]

Badminton

Capture the Flag

Charades

Drink Mixing

Enjoying flowers

Frisbee / Disk Golf

Frisbee with pups (2)

Horeshoes

Karaoke

Kite Flying

Lawn Chess

Nature Crafts / Flower Crowns

Paint and Sip

Toss + Catch

Volleyball

What's our picnic playlists? [X]

What 3 things are a picnic must? [X]

How will a little rain impact the event? [x]

How did MCs, OCs, and LIs document the event? [X]

What else was submitted?

I was going to make a masterlist, but since most entries were just reblogs to the community posts it seemed silly... especially since all the extra entries were mine 🙈. Felt weird making a masterlist for just me! If more individual works are added, I'll make a separate masterlist.

@lovealexhunt / @theartoflovingthomashunt / @storyofmychoices

Bryce x Olivia picnic (art)

Bryce x Olivia beach picnic (edit)

Mal x Daenarya beach picnic (edit)

A Late Night Picnic (Mal x Daenarya) (writing)

Thomas x Alex Hollywood sign picnic (edit)

@peonierose : Art on the Beach with Bryce x Luna

#choices picnic #choices picnic 24 #choicespicnic24 #choices community events #choices #playchoices #choices game #choices fandom events

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lillypad910 · 1 year ago

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Making Our Home Part 1

Pairing: abused!Billy Hargrove x abused!F!reader

Part 2

Uses (y/n) because I hate “x readers” that are actually OCs

Word Count: 7,789 (yes exactly, I wrote this in my notes app and copied it to word for this count and I went “OH” and this is only about HALF of the note so- still have an extra part that’s already another 7k words).

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! smut, unprotected sex, protected sex, swearing, violence, blood, abusive parents (both reader’s parents and Billy’s dad), “cheating” (Billy and reader aren’t actually dating), Billy is a jerk BUT character growth (Billy gets better I promise, so does Reader’s dad I definitely projected my own daddy issues, so I apologize in advance), pet names (Doll)

Summary: (y/n) has lived in Hawkins, Indiana her entire life. Everyone knows her, she’s the one that sits in the second row of class, with good grades, is kind, and has lots of friends. Billy was the new guy at school, the new “king” of Hawkins High. He’s a complete jerk to everyone, even her. So why does she feel so safe with him…?

A/N: This is something I’ve been working on for over a year now, and I think I finally got it to where I’m comfortable to share. I hate when Billy is written as this “jerk but nice to you” cliché, cause let’s be real, he wouldn’t be. He’s a racist and an asshole, but I think having someone who understands his source of anger would help let him begin to learn love.

Also Scent idea: Coconut Sandalwood (bath and body candle) is EXACTLY what I imagine Billy to smell like without the smoke or cologne. Like y’all KNOW that’s his Shower gel 😩 (I may have bought one for that reason 👀)

You can’t remember when these nights began. Maybe it was the supposed ‘one night’ that started the comfort you feel with him, or maybe the continued nights you both shared after, maybe the safety you felt in his arms. You weren’t sure. All you knew is that you didn’t hate it, unlike everything else in life.

Billy Hargrove moved to Hawkins with his dad and new step mom and step sister. You had lived in Hawkins your whole life, so when the new boy took charge as the new ‘King’ of Hawkins High School, you weren’t a stranger to it. Walking around school, you always thought Billy was attractive, like any other girl. Billy was everyone’s new favorite.

Growing up here, you were known around as the girl with a kind heart. But they all didn’t really know you. You were a kid in the second row, focused on school. But what people didn’t see was the important part. Your dad is a drunk, has been since you were little. Your mom cheats on him by going to the bar every night and not coming home until 3 in the morning, wobbling in the door, rolling her eyes seeing your dad passed out on the couch. Every morning awoke to screaming and crying, your mom being shoved into a wall and slapped, maybe a punch to your dad’s chin.

You didn’t understand why they didn’t divorce. Actually, that’s a lie. Your little sister was the reason, she was the only thing keeping you there, only thing keeping your broken family on the string.

Sometimes in bursts of anger during your mom’s late night adventures, your dad would wake and mistake you for her, beating on you and calling you names. You look so similar to your mom, that you blow it off as the blurry vision of alcoholism.

The abuse never stops though, it’s a constant spiral into farther depression. Your only hope is getting good grades and getting a scholarship, going away to college, moving out of this town, maybe taking your sister with you. It is the only chance you both have at a better life.

Or at least thats what you thought.

Billy was the first person you felt safe with. You weren’t about to loose that either.

Laying out on his bed, his hands squeezing your thighs as you both moan into the now humid air of his room. You feel safe and warm, comforted by his large hands against your skin. His lips smother yours in sloppy kisses, begging for you more. You love him. God, you love him. He slams into you harder, making your back arch. “Fuck, (y/n)…” his voice is raspy and deep, lulling you to reach up to his face and cup his cheeks in your hands, pulling him closer to you for a kiss. A real kiss.

When the event is finished, he lays over you, arms around your waist. You drink in everything about him. His curly hair sprayed out over your bare chest, his sent, fuck, his sent. He reeks of cigarettes, but a strong sent of a hefty cologne masks most of it, something woodsy, but you can still smell his shower gel or maybe his shampoo? Something with coconut, something you can’t notice unless he’s this close. You reach your hand up to pet his hair, but he pulls away before you can, getting up and throwing away the condom.

Things with Billy aren’t easy. He’s rough and mean, never one for aftercare unfortunately, which is really all you need sometimes.

Walking over to his dresser, he grabs the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it. He places it in between his lips before pulling on his boxers. You lay there for a minute, trying to have his sent linger there as long as you can. You finally sit up, looking over to the mirror over his dresser, looking at him through it. He stares down on something on his dresser. You look at yourself in the reflection. You have hickeys all on your body, a blush creeping up your face as you stare longer at the marks he left on you.

“You staying or going tonight?” He asks, blowing out smoke from his mouth. “Am I allowed to stay tonight?” You ask, eyes glittering at the man in front of you. You’ve stayed before, but every time you felt like you were forcing him to let you, and you hated it. You hated forcing him to do things, he would just get mad about it. “You can. Not like you haven’t before.” He doesn’t look at you, but you can hear the annoyance in his voice.

You never understood why you feel safe with him. Maybe it’s more that he’s better than being at your house.

“I would like to…” you mumble. He opens a drawer in his dresser and pulls out one of his t-shirts, turning around and throwing it at the foot of his bed. You crawl over, legs shaking and pick up the shirt, throwing it over your head.

When you look up, a light gasp leaves you when you sees he’s standing right in front of you. His hand reaches and grabs you chin, tilting it up to make you look at him. “Don’t get too cozy with me, Doll, I’m not a kind man.” He drops your chin and snuffs out the cigarette in the ash tray on his dresser before turning back to you. “You know this already though, right?” He asks, leaning back. You nod, staring at him. “Fuck, (y/n), don’t look at me like that. Those soft eyes are gonna kill me one day.” He walks over, wrapping his hand around your neck before smashing his lips to yours. You kiss back almost instantly.

You wake up in the morning, the t-shirt thrown on to the floor at the foot of the bed. You move, only to feel Billy’s hand land on your waist and pull you closer to him. He may claim to not like cuddles, and only in this for sex, but he always does this in the morning.

He always pulls you close, snuggling his face into your hair. You love waking up to this Billy, this gentle, kind Billy. Still sleeping Billy.

You hear his alarm go off and you sigh, knowing it will wake him up and he’ll pull away. He always pulls away. You snuggle into his chest, not wanting to move, just enjoy these few moments when he’s unconsciously loving.

Billy shuffles swinging his arm back, slapping his alarm clock, before snuggling into you more. “Five more minutes…” he mumbles. You breath in his scent. You could live like this, right here. Just laying with him. He doesn’t even know he’s holding you but he is.

You close your eyes, and before long, the alarm goes off again, Billy pulls away and you sink from the shift of weight on the bed. He sits up, landing his feet on the floor, stretching his arms before placing his hands back on the mattress. His back covered in scratches. You didn’t even notice them last night. Scratches you made last night. You marked him.

Billy stands, snatching his boxers off the floor and slipping them on. He lights a cigarette, opening his curtain a bit to look outside. The sun blares in and you flinch at the bright light, “For fuck’s sake, Billy.” The words leave your mouth before you can even process them. He turns to you and glares, opening the curtain more just to blind you. “Morning, Doll.” He spits.

You glare at him and snatch one of the pillows off his bed, chunking it at him, “Fuck you, close the god damn curtain.” The pillow hits just at his dresser next to him, “Hey!” Billy yells. You turn over, now pissed off, your wonderful morning turned sour just from him waking up. Billy closes the curtain.

The next thing you know the blankets are pulled off your bare form, the cold air hitting you. You flinch before looking back at him, “What the hell, Billy!?” He slaps his pillow back on the bed just by your head. “Get up.” He glares. “No.” “I’m not asking, (y/n).” “Don’t care.” He rolls his eyes and grumbles, walking over to his closet.

Billy drives you down the road, speeding like a fucking mad man, before parking. “You can go slower, Jackass.” You roll your eyes hopping out of the passenger seat. Max steps out from the back seat, sitting her board down and kicking off towards the middle school. “I drive how I want.” Billy glares at you, before turning around to snuff out his cigarette into the ground. You slam his car door shut and watch him whip around and glare at you. “Fucking hell, (y/n), careful!” You roll your eyes at him again, throwing your bag over your shoulder and walking into the school.

You go your separate ways for the day, focusing on your school work. “(Y/n),” you turn away from your locker to see one of your popular friends. “Party at Carol’s tonight, you down?” You think for a moment.

Your parents don’t care when you go missing for days on end. Hell, you stayed with Billy for an entire week once and then came home at 2 am, dad passed out like usual, the only person acknowledging your absence being your little sister. Your mom asked you the following morning where you had been, but you could tell she didn’t really care. “A friend’s.” You told her. She shrugged it off with a simple “Ok.” They don’t fucking care about you.

“Sure, why not?”

You caught a ride with one of the guys your friend had been trying to set you up with for the past year. God, when will he take a hint. You wear a slutty outfit, hoping Billy will be there, honestly knowing he will be.

Hopping out of the car you spot Billy on the keg stand. Fucking dumbass. When he drops he throws his fist in the air, a cheer goes across the crowd circling him. He catches eyes with you. The guy who drove you wraps his arm around your waist.

Billy would never admit it, but he hates seeing you with other guys. It just pisses him off. He can’t explain why, he refuses to. He glares at you as the guy leads you into the house. Billy can’t keep his eyes off you no matter how hard he tries.

Billy has had a rough life, his mom fucking packing her shit when he was smaller than Max, his dad being a total abusive jackass all the time. He gets told to watch over Max, make sure she’s ok, and if she gets home late or something happens it’s always on him.

But for some fucking reason he doesn’t hate you. He claims he does, cussing you out or calling you a filthy whore when he finds out you slept with another guy. But he never means it. It’s hard because all he’s ever known is hatred.

He knows of the things you’ve dealt with at home, obviously being at your house a few times to learn how shitty your parents were, same with you with his dad. He hated when your dad beat you, he would sneak into you room just looking to let off steam, and find you crying with a bruise on your cheek. He hates you crying.

Billy doesn’t know how to handle tears, so when he finds you crying in your room, all he can do is give you an escape. Laying you back on your bed and roughly making you forget about your pain.

So yeah, seeing you with another guy pisses him off.

Walking into the house, Carol greets you. You give her a quick ‘hey’ before going straight for the alcohol. You take a red solo cup, dunking it into the punch bowl. Steve walks up finding you as you chug it down. “Whoa, whoa, (y/n), hey.” Steve snatched the cup from you. “Fuck off, Steve, not in the mood.” “Just… slow down, damn…”

He hands you the cup and you lean against the counter. “What’s up? You hate parties.” “Feeling like I need a distraction.” You glare at the crowd of teens in the living room, Billy on the other side, now flirting with what ever bitch he can get his hands on.

You know you have no right to be mad, you’re just fuck buddies, not exclusive. But it still pulls at your heart seeing him run his hands over other girls. You can practically feel them roam your skin, gripping at your hips-

“(Y/n)?” Steve pulls you from your stare. “What?” You ask. “You ok? You seem so out of it…” Steve places his hand on your shoulder.

You and Steve have been friends for a while, hanging around the same crowd since elementary. Honestly you used to date, but after you broke it off, trying to focus on school, Steve started going out with Nancy Wheeler, a girl in the grade under you. You thought they were perfect for each other. Steve loves Nancy, but he still cares for you and you for him. You stayed friends even now.

“I’m fine, Steve, I’m fine.” You tell him. He nods and removes his hand. “Ok, if you need anything, just let me know, ok? You’re still my friend, (l/n), you can’t cut me off that easy.” You giggle slightly. He always lightened your mood. “Yeah, dork, I know.” You ruffle his hair and step away from the punch bowl, trying to find the guy you pulled up with. You wanted attention. Even if it meant just more sex, at least maybe you could get aftercare from someone.

You run into Tommy, one of Billy’s friends, who immediately starts flirting with you. You reciprocate, wanting to honestly just have a good time. After a couple dances, Tommy takes you upstairs.

Pulling him immediately onto the bed, you kiss him just wanting someone to touch you. Tommy climbs over you, quick to scurry off his pants, but you stop him. You help him remove them before leaning down, being quick to take him into your mouth.

He’s no Billy, but the rest of your evening consisted of your legs wrapped around his waist, kisses dancing across your neck. You know that if Billy found out he’d be so pissed. So you enjoyed yourself, letting him have you all night long, any position he wanted you. But again, he was no Billy Hargrove.

The next morning, Billy waltzes into the boys locker room. He is already pissed off, you never answered any of his calls last night, couldn’t find you at the end of the party.

When he is getting changed, Tommy starts bragging about a bang he made last night. Billy’s ears perk, curious as to what secret whore was let out at the party. “Fuck, man, (y/n) was incredible.” Tommy smirks to himself. Billy froze. Why the hell was Tommy Hagan talking about you, his girl.

When the group gets out into the gym, Billy steps up to Tommy, “heard you had a good fuck last night?” “Yeah, don’t tell Carol though, she’d flip. Honestly this chick was way better.” “Yeah?” Billy asks, a smile on his face. “Yeah-“ Billy smashes his fist into Tommy’s cheek, practically throwing the guy to the ground. “What the hell, man?!” Tommy yells out, holding his cheek in his hand. Billy grabs Tommy’s shirt and yanks him to his feet, before throwing him against a wall, punching his fists into his face over and over again. Tommy’s face starts bleeding fast, but Billy doesn’t stop.

The fight builds up a crowd quickly, you being included. When you see Billy beating on Tommy you immediately squeeze through everyone, “Billy!” You run up and grab Billy’s arm, pulling him away from Tommy, trying to get him to stop. “Billy, stop!!” You get shoved down to the floor just as Carol comes running up. “Tommy!! Billy, quit it!” Carol smashes her body into Billy, getting him to finally shove off her boyfriend. You quickly stand, getting in between the couple and Billy. “Billy, stop!” You tell him, holding your hands against his chest, which shockingly he stops. Carol cups Tommy’s face in her hands, examining his wounds, before turning to you both.

To be honest you would have felt guilty in that moment, knowing you spent the night at her house with her boyfriend, but you didn’t. Honestly you were more so shocked. You got a reaction from Billy.

“What the fuck, Billy?!” Carol screams at him. The crowd around you watches you all carefully. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” She yells, obviously and rightfully pissed.

“Oh, fuck off, Carol!” Billy yells back. You stare at him, genuinely blown away by the way your touch is calming him down. He glances down at you hands, then back up at your face. His hand lifts and slaps your hand off him. “Get the fuck off. Fuck you. Fuck all of you!” Billy walks out the side door of the gym.

“Tommy? You hear me, baby?” Carol makes her boyfriend look at her. “What the hell happened?” She asks. You turn to Tommy, meeting eyes. “Nothing, he just… fucking attacked me. That fucking psycho.” Tommy breaths out. Carol’s eyes soften, but you knew. You knew Billy found out about last night.

You step out of the school at the end of the day, only to spot Billy walking up. You glare at him, pissed he got in a fucking fight. He was completely ok too, no bruises no marks, Tommy didn’t even stand a chance. “Billy.” You went to go walk past him, but he grips your arm, snatching you to stop and look at him. “You fucking bitch.”

His words slither out of his mouth with the purest venom. “This is all your fucking fault.” His grip on your arm tightens but you don’t move, not even flinch. “Fuck off, Billy. We aren’t dating, remember?” Billy couldn’t help but wanna fucking slap you across the face right there, but he knew if he did, he would be just like his dad.

He glances down and watched for a second as your chest raises and falls. For fuck’s sake he loves your chest. Your entire body. Everything about you. You are his guilty pleasure.

Even now, as you stand before him, knowing you fucked another guy just last night, he still wants you. “God fucking- fuck.” Billy drops his hand, before barging into the school, leaving you alone.

You make it home only to have your mom home, a shocking display. “Hey,” your mom calls as you enter the house, “where the fuck have you been?” She growls. “Your dad’s passed out, Penny has had to heat up fucking egos for the past three days!” You look away from your mother. “You never cared before.” Your mother raises her brow, “excuse me?” You go to repeat your words louder, not having a damn care in the world anymore, but a sharp stink hits your cheek as your face is whipped to look towards the tv.

You take a deep breath, your hand raising to brush against your now red cheek. Your mother’s hand lays out slightly in front of her. “Don’t you. Dare. Talk to me like that again! I’m your mother! You ungrateful-”without even thinking, your hand flies, slapping against her jaw so hard she stumbles. “I don’t have a mom.” Your voice spits with such distaste towards the word. “You have no right. Claiming to be a mom? Please! All you do is fuck around with guys at bars, leaving dad here for me to fucking deal with!” You press you finger to your chest, pressing into your skin. “Me! A teenager! You hate it here! So why don’t you just fucking leave! Life would be so much better if you just fucking died!” You practically spit at her, before running up stairs.

You slam your door shut, pressing your back against the white wood. Sliding down you lift your knees to your chest, allowing yourself to cry into them. You want comfort. You want him. You fucked up so fucking bad and you hate yourself for it. Your mom deserves hell, but you deserve much worse.

Before long banging comes from the other side, making you jump, a quick scream leaving your lips, as you press your weight against the door. “Open the door, (y/n)!” Your mother screams. “Open the god damn door!!” You reach down, tears streaming down your cheeks. You lock the door, before moving as much of your furniture you can in front of the door. You panic, looking around the room.

Opening your window quickly, you climb out onto the ledge of the roof, like Billy has done so many times before. You climb down, dropping to your knees as you hit the ground. You take no time to stand and start running.

Stopping at the door of the house, you knock hard, knowing your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes were gonna give you away. Billy opens the door, his shirt off, “aww, missed me all ready, Doll? Done with that prick, Tommy?” “Oh fuck off.” You hissed at him. You body aches as you stare at him, his bare chest smooth and perfect. He raises his hand and grips your jaw, turning your head to the side to see the red mark on your cheek. You could still feel it stinging.

“What the hell happened?” He asks. Your body betrays you, soft whimpers leaving your lips as more sobs choke up from your throat. Billy stares at your eyes, trying to read your expression. “Did he hit you again?” He was asking about your dad, but all you can do is crumble. “Doll,” Billy stiffens as you lean into his chest, laying your head on his shoulder. As stated before he hates you crying.

“Doll, come in.” He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you inside, closing the door before slamming you against the wood. You let out a gasp, but don’t protest as his lips fall to yours, deeply placing kisses on your lips. “Fuck, Doll…” his hands raise up your shirt, before lifting you up so you sit around his waist. You run your hands through his hair, melting into his touch. God, you missed him.

He scoops you off the door, letting you lay your head into his neck as he walks you upstairs to his room. He lays you back, pressing soft kisses to your cheek then down your neck. “Billy…” your moans fill his ears, electrifying him. Fuck, the things you do to him. He fumbles with his belt as you lay on your back, wrapping your legs around his waist. He yanks out his belt from the belt loops quickly dropping his pants and boxers before sliding your underwear down your legs.

He takes no time slamming into you, starting at a fast pace, holding your hips against his waist. Your gasps and screams fill his room, followed by his deep grunts and groans. He climbs onto the bed, pushing deeper into you. Fuck, you made him crazy.

He places a hand on your lower stomach, pushing down, getting a lovely moan to slip out of your perfect lips. “Fuck, (y/n)…” his voice is groggy, deep, he grabs your thighs and pushes them down, opening you to be a perfect display for him. Your eyes roll back. Skin slaps against skin, the temperature in the room rising. “F-Fuck, Billy…” your toes curl.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” Billy leans down to kiss your stomach. “God, I’m gonna fucking cum, Doll…” your legs find themselves wrapped around his waist again, each thrust sends him deeper to your core. “B-Billy, please…” your voice begs him. He lets out a soft chuckle, “Please what, Doll? Do you wanna cum?” Billy asks, slapping his hand against your ass. The sting sends a shiver down your spine, but you like it. “Please…” he thrusts faster, your whimpers making this completely worth the workout. “Fuck…” Billy groans as he feels you release around him, making him tumble over his edge. He spills into you, placing his hands beside your head. “God… fuck…”

You pass out within seconds, laying into his bed comfortably. His scent fills your nose as you sleep, making you feel safe.

Billy lays in his bed, unable to sleep. His mind keeps replaying the last few hours in his head.

You passed out over his bed, and to be honest it scared the shit out of him. His body reacted before his brain, grabbing your face and patting your cheeks softly, “(y/n)? (Y/n).” You stirred, a hum leaving your lips, letting him release a sigh of relief. He pulled away from you, pulling out a shirt from his dresser and lifting you up, throwing it over your head. “Why the hell did you have to pass out on me? God, can’t even take it rough.” He mumbles to himself.

He stops when you lay your head on his shoulder. “Billy…” he froze, stiff as a board. “Yeah, Doll?” He spoke quietly. You didn’t answer and he looked over at your face, a soft smile on your lips. Fuck.

He laid you back, lifting your underwear off the ground and lifting it up your legs. He lets you lay back on his bed while he lights a cigarette. He takes a puff only to watch you wiggle in your sleep. “Billy…” his name leaves your lips, and he feels his heart skip each time. “God, what am I gonna do with you, Doll.” He leans over you, cigarette still in is mouth. He brushes your hair out of your face. “You stress me out… make me worry when I don’t know where you are.” He sighs. “God, you’re so pretty…” “Billy…” he brushes his knuckle against your soft cheek, “What’s on your mind, Doll. Tell me, I wanna know.” He mumbles.

He does want to know, he really wants to know. He wants to know what you think of him when you aren’t using a filter, when you don’t shout hate back at him.

“I love you, Billy…” the words are soft as they leave your lips, but just enough to make his heart jump out of his chest. He hasn’t been told he was loved since he was younger than Max, since his mom was still around. But here you were, thrown over his bed, mumbling that you love him in your sleep.

“You’re gonna kill me, Doll.” He leans over and places a soft kiss on your forehead, before pulling the covers over you, letting you sink deeper into his mattress. When he finishes his cigarette, he lays down with you, turning his back towards you.

He doesn’t know how to process this new information. You didn’t know what you were saying, he knew that much. He was bad for you, everything about him was awful, he knows that. But you love him.

You wake up to Billy, his back turned towards you. You glance over at the clock on his nightstand, 2:45. It’s still dark out, you sit up and rub your head. You glance down at yourself, you’re in one of Billy’s shirts, your underwear back on you. “Billy…?” You whisper, you know he’s probably asleep, but you really wanna cuddle him.

You slide yourself closer to him, just wanting to be next to him. You lay your forehead against his back, snuggling into his skin.

Billy feels you move against his back, trying to get closer to him, but not too much to freak him out. He feels his eyes water, unable to handle this much affection, but he let’s you continue to get comfy beside him.

In the morning, Billy is the first to get out of bed, like usual. His usual morning stretch and cigarette. You lay on your stomach, watching him carefully. You could watch this man walk around naked all day.

Billy opens the curtain and you brace yourself for the aggressive beam of light that hits your eyes, but it never comes. He sticks his head around the curtain, peeking outside. When he sees what he wants, he closes the curtain, making sure that the only light coming in is the amount spraying out from the sides.

“Doll,” Billy pokes your side a few minutes later. “Up, come on.” He’s being oddly gentle this morning. You sit up, your body still sore from last night. “Can we just skip today?” You ask, rubbing your eyes with your fist as though you were a child. Billy freezes before turning to you. “Doll, we have a test in physics, we can’t skip.” He tells you.

You like this Billy, a softer Billy. You nod and throw your legs over the bed. You go to stand but your legs wobble and send you crashing towards the ground. “Whoa, hey,” Billy comes over and helps you off the floor, “don’t be fucking stupid, take your time.” You nod as he lets go of you after sitting you back on the bed.

Last night must have been rough, you’ve never not been able to walk the next morning, but here you were, legs shaking as you were needing to get out of bed for school. Billy leaves the room and you take this time to get ready.

You have to stay leaning against furniture and walls to keep yourself from falling over. After your dressed, you try to remember all the events of last night. You remember him fucking you, hard. You remember both of you finishing, but after that it goes dark, until you woke up later in his clothes.

You conclude you passed out. Obviously, that’s the only real explanation. But why was he being so gentle this morning? He’s never this nice, it’s weird.

When Billy enters the room again, you watch him carefully. “Did I do something?” The words slip out nervously. He looks at you confused. “What?” “You’re just… you’re different this morning…” you mumble, twiddling your thumbs. “I mean you passed out last night. Made me have to fucking dress you.” His voice growls.

There he was. A comfort waves over you. “Sorry,” you speak, “I didn’t mean to.” “Yeah, no shit.”

You get into his car, now feeling like your legs aren’t jelly. Max hops into the back, now used to the fact that she doesn’t get the front seat as often anymore. Billy drives you all, speeding like usual and you just ignore it.

Getting out of the car, shutting the door, Billy speaks up, “yeah I know, go slower.” He rolls his eyes. You think for a minute. “Oh my god you’re learning.” Max stifles a laugh getting out of the car. “If only, fucking dumbass will kill us one day.” “Hey!” Billy glares at her. She flips him the bird before dropping her board down and skating off. You walk into the school, heading straight for class.

At lunch you sit down with Carol, who is already crying. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You ask. Carol sobs and sniffles. “Tommy slept with another girl at the party the other night.” Another girl speaks up. “Carol found out from one of the boys. We think that’s why Billy got in a fight with him, defending Carol.” You wince, knowing damn well Billy wasn’t defending Carol, but the girl Tommy slept with, you.

“That Jackass.” You grumble and the girls all nod. “He fucking cheated, in my own house no less! Then came to school and let me fucking care about him!” Carol growls. “That’s so gross.” “Not cool.” “At your own party, disgusting.” The girls all pipe in, giving their thoughts on Tommy.

“Do you know who the girl is?” One girl asks. Carol shakes her head. Oh thank god. “He refused to tell me, just that she was better. That fucking asshole! That girl better watch her back though, I will fucking find her.”

Walking to your next class you get pulled into a classroom. The door shuts behind you and you whip around. Tommy.

“Tommy, what the hell?” You glare at him. “Sorry, I just…” Tommy takes a deep breath. “I really had fun the other night… and I was wondering…” he steps closer to you and you step back against the wall, “if you wanna maybe do it again sometimes?”

“Tommy, are you fucking serious.” Your eyes widen. “I just ate lunch. With Carol.” You snap at him. “Remember, your fucking girlfriend?” Tommy shrugs. “Not any more, I’m a single man, now, Love.” You wanna hurl at the nickname. “Tommy, it was a one night thing, I’m not interested.” “Oh please, (y/n), you were taking me so well. You expect me to believe that you jumping in yesterday wasn’t because you care about me?” “Yes.” You snarl at him. He hesitates for a moment.

“Oh, oh. I get it now.” He smirks at you. “You wanna keep us a secret, so that you don’t have to feel the wrath of Carol.”

Oh for fuck’s sake, he’s stupid. “No, Tommy. I don’t want to date you.” I clarify. “Who said anything about dating? Just fucking is fine with me, Sweet cheeks.” “Ew.” You go to grab the door but he cuts in front of you. “Ew? Bitch, you’re the reason I broke off a three year long relationship.” He glares at you. “Well maybe instead of thinking with your dick, you should have thought with you head and chose the girl that actually loved you. Not the girl that just wanted attention for a night.” You roll your eyes and shove past him.

Billy is waiting for you at his car when school ends, “have a nice time with Tommy?” He asks. “Fuck off, Billy, nothing fucking happened.” You glare at him. “Yeah, no shit, Doll, you came out ten minutes later, unless it just doesn’t take him that long.” He chuckles at his own words.

“So now what? You’re spying on me? Watching my every move?” You ask him, leaning against his car. He glares at you. “Hell no. Why would I be?” “Oh I don’t know, you just seem to always try to know where I am. What I’m doing.” You cross your arms over your chest. “Don’t flatter yourself, (l/n). You’re nothing special.” He tells you. “Yet you keep coming back to me.” You roll your eyes, before walking around the car.

“Hey,” you look up at him, his eyes are narrowed, “you came to me last night, remember? Don’t forget that.” He says opening the door to the driver’s side. “Not waiting on Max?” You ask him. He glares at you, “She can skate home.”

You sit in the car in silence, well as much silence as Scorpions screaming in your ear can give you. Billy bangs his hand against the steering wheel, and you stare out of the window. You look forwards only to see a group of kids on bikes. “Billy,” he looks over at you and speeds up. “Billy, slow down!” You yell at him. He just stares at you, “You know those kids?”

You do. Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, and Will Byers. Mike’s little sister Holly is friends with Penny. “Billy, I’m not fucking joking, slow the god damn car!” You scream at him. You watch the kids speed up their peddling as they all try to race the speed of the car barreling towards them.

You place your hand on the wheel and push it to swerve around them, just missing them. “Billy, you jackass!” You slap his arm. He slams on his brakes, almost making you slam into the dashboard. “Get out.” You look at him shocked. Is he fucking serious? “I said get out!” He yells at you. You grab your stuff and step out of his car. You slam the car door shut and flip him the bird as he speeds off.

“(Y/n)?” Mike looks at you shocked as you turn around to face the group of boys. “Are you guys ok?” You ask, walking over to help lift Dustin off the ground. “Yeah, yeah.” Lucas tries to catch his breath. “Totally.” Dustin stumbles, catching himself on Mike’s shoulder. Will stares at you. “Why were you riding with Billy?” You stare at the group of middle schoolers as they stare back at you.

“It’s a… long story.” You glance to the tree line across the road. “Come on, I’ll walk with you guys.”

As you come by your house, you stop, staring at the building, the boys staring at you. “What’s wrong?” Lucas asks. “Nothing. Just thinking. You guys go home, now. It’ll get dark soon enough.” You ruffle Dustin’s hair. They all nod and leave you standing outside your house.

You stare at the empty driveway, your mom’s car not there. A relief sets in. You step into your home, shutting the door quietly to not wake your dad. You walk upstairs only to see your little sister’s door peep open.

Her eyes glitter in the crack of the door. “Hey, Pen.” You greet her. She slowly opens her door, “Is Mommy home?” “No, she’s not.” You tell her. She thinks for a minute, you can practically see her gears turning in her head.

She runs out of her room and tackles your legs, “Hey, now, careful. Don’t wanna send me flying down the stairs do you?” She shakes her head against you skin. “Penny,” you crouch down to her height, “I’m sorry I haven’t been home much recently…” you choke out.

You hate leaving her here, knowing she has to hear all the yelling and fighting and not have you with her to help her through it. But you also know it’s better when you’re not here. Your mom treats her with more care than you. You would never hold that against Penny, though. You adore her. She’s the light in this dark house.

You know why your mom favors her also. Your mom and dad haven’t slept together since you were little, so when your mom got pregnant with Penny, you weren’t fucking stupid. Penny isn’t your dad’s kid. She’s some result of a hook up your mom had, some old flame from high school. You know who, though you didn’t know his name. You met him, years ago, when your dad was still working late nights at the plant. Your mom would bring this guy home almost every night.

Even so, knowing who Penny was, she was still your sister, no matter who or where she comes from. You love her.

“Have you eaten?” You ask her. She shakes her head and looks up at you. “What do you wanna eat?” Her eyes light up. “Pizza?” You let a soft chuckle escape your lips, “I can do that, tortilla or do you wanna order?” “Tortilla!” You nod and gesture for her to go downstairs.

Following your little sister into the kitchen, you both quietly pull out all the things you need to make your pizzas, you also preheat the oven to broil on high. You pull out the little step for your sister to make both the pizzas, helping her spread around the sauce onto the tortillas. “What are you girls doing?” You both freeze and look up, your dad now stands in the door way of the kitchen. “We…” you glance towards your sister and back at your dad, “we’re making tortilla pizzas for dinner.” Your dad’s eyes soften, “Oh, mind making me one?” He steps closer and you nod.

You have never seen your dad as a bad guy, he was genuinely a sweet guy when he was sober. When he was still working at the plant, he would take you to get ice cream after his late nights at work. Especially on Saturdays. Saturdays were the day your mom was out of the house for work, but your dad was always home, watching you. Saturdays used to be your favorite day, now you don’t have a favorite.

On Saturday morning you would wake up to your mom leaving for work and your dad just getting off his shift. He would come into the door, tackle you in a bear hug and you would both make breakfast together, pancakes and eggs. Sometimes mixing it up and making waffles. Then after eating, you both would sit on the couch and watch what ever you wanted, usually because he would end up passing out, finally getting some sleep. You didn’t mind that he slept though, happy just to be able to hang out with him for a day.

When he would wake up, sometime around 1:00, you would get into his truck and go to a local diner for lunch, getting a burger and fries. He would always get the turkey club sandwich. After that you would get one banana split and share it, he would always make the day worth the wait.

You miss those Saturdays, nothing but happy memories. You don’t know why that tradition stopped, but it stopped sometimes around when Penny was about 2, and your dad lost his job. Back then he was so kind, only wanting to make you both happy when he could. Now, now he was a shot in the dark.

After you all made your pizzas, you go to pick up the pan and place it in the oven, “Here, Pumpkin,” the nickname catches you off guard when your dad’s rough hand places on top of yours. “Let me, please.” He stares at you, those dark eyes, soft and sweet. You nod, letting him take the tray and place it into the oven. You allow yourself to finally relax.

You all sit around the table, laughing and catching up, as if you all don’t live under the same roof. Your dad’s smile fills the room, making your heart melt. You always did love his smile. After eating, he scooped out some ice cream while Penny and you cleaned the kitchen. You all move to the couch and put on a movie.

Sitting on the couch, your sister now sprawled across it, leaning against your dad’s chest, passed out. Her feet lay on your lap but you don’t mind, it’s nice to see her being comfortable to nap on the couch. You look over at your dad, he’s wide awake, stroking Penny’s hair with his palm. He looks up to see you staring at him.

“What’s up, Pumpkin?” You hesitate, a knot forming in your throat. “I missed you.” The words fumble out of your mouth as tears form in your eyes. “I really missed you.” He smiles softly holding out his arms and you crawl across the couch to him, laying against him, but making sure not to crush Penny in the process. “I know… I missed you too, (y/n).” Your tears run down your cheeks, dampening his shirt.

His fingers run through your hair. He presses a soft kiss to your head. “I’m sorry, I know things have been tough for you, I should have been there.” He nuzzles into your hair. “You’ll always be my little girl, Sweetie. I’m so sorry. You’ve done so well taking care of Penny, taking care of all of us, but you shouldn’t have to do that. God, I’m so sorry.” He kisses you forehead and you can’t stop crying.

His scent makes you feel comfortable, the smell of cigar smoke and cranberry. You missed him, so much.

As midnight strikes on the clock hanging on the wall, your dad wipes away your tears, laying his hands against your cheeks to cup your face, before placing a soft kiss on your nose. “I always hated seeing you cry.” You let out a laugh in between your sobs. “I probably look stupid, nose all runny.” You let yourself smile. “Oh no, never.” He shakes his head, a playful smile on his lips. “Not my little girl, you were always a pretty crier, even as a child, all snotty and whaling around, thumping your fists.” He chuckles to himself.

He lets out a soft sigh. “We should probably get Penny to bed.” You nod, getting up from the couch. You go to scoop up your sister, but he stops you. “I got her. Will you grab the bowls?” You nod and collect all the dirty dishes off the coffee table. You place them in the sink and watch as your dad slowly lays your little sister over his chest, supporting her bottom with his arm.

“Daddy?” You hear her soft voice call out, “Shh,” your dad mumbles to her, “Time for bed, Sweet pea.” She nuzzles into his neck as you come back into view. You follow your dad up to her room, helping him lay her down in her bed. “Good night, Penny.” Your dad places a soft kiss on her head, and she hums in response. He steps out, turning off her light and shutting the door as quietly as he can.

“She’s gotten big.” He puts his hands in the way he was having to carry her, obviously exaggerating. You let yourself giggle. He smiles at your laugh. “Tomorrow is Saturday, right?” He asks. You think for a moment. Tomorrow is Saturday. “Yeah,” he smiles and lifts a hand to ruffle your hair.

“How about we reawaken our old tradition, make breakfast in the morning and go get lunch at the diner across town?” Your heart thumps in your chest. “I would like that, Dad. I would like that very much.” You smile, a genuine smile. “Good. Now, get to bed, Pumpkin.” He pulls you in for another hug, before heading back downstairs.

You make it into your room, slowly shutting the door. You know by morning, he probably will have forgotten, probably be drunk on whiskey again. You know he probably will forget about the whole evening he spent with his two little girls on the couch, shoving ice cream into your mouths and a movie on the screen. But you don’t care, you want to soak in the night for as long as you can.

#billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #stranger things #x reader #billy hargove smut #billy hargrove angst #angst/comfort #angst/fluff #billy hargrove x y/n #stranger things au #fwb to lovers

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lemonsrosesandlavender · 4 months ago

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Get to know me better!

Tagged by (deep breath): @kimberbohwrites @ladyofcrowsandcoffee AND @commander-krios , thank you! Consider this an open tag, because I truly think I’ve seen ALL of my moots get tagged in this one!

Three Ships: Rolan x any one of my OCs lol. I am ALWAYS thinking about them. I won’t list it three times, but I could. From BG3? I love the Moon Lesbians, and of course Omelurg. GOOD SHIPS.

First Ship: Maybe Jane Eyre and Rochester since I read that aged ~11 and fell in love. I was definitely in agony over the thought that she might marry St John. Honestly, I am often a sucker for canon ship pairings; I loved Elizabeth and Darcy in my early teens too. One of the notable exceptions to this was that I hated Ron x Hermione. And Harry x Ginny. *that author* couldn’t write romance for toffee. I liked Hermione and Krum though.

Last Song: Pulled Up, by Talking Heads, since I was listening to ’77 in the shower.

Last Movie: Regrettably, Gramps Goes to College. We watch bad movies a lot in our flat, and sometimes we watch ones that *could* have been good, that had a vision or a heart or something to love and enjoy as you heckle. And then… sometimes we injure our souls with horrible right wing American Christian films, like “Fireproof” and “I’m in love with a Christian Girl”. This was the latest horror in that category, and my god it was BAD. Lots to heckle though. You gotta love people constructing themselves the strangest self-insert fantasies. (Oh, you’d be so smart that the hot atheist lady professor wants to fuck you, Gramps? But of course you’d turn her down and convert her? S u r e)

Before that, the last good movie was probably I Saw the TV Glow and it goes SO fucking hard. Watch it.

Last TV Show Hasn’t changed since last time I did this prompt - my flatmate went on a long holiday and so we STILL need to finish Strong Girl Nam Soon!

Currently Reading - It was evening, and no longer summer, a modern BG3 AU by elo_elo. I love their woozy, dreamy style, and the friendship between Tav, Lae’zel and Shadowheart in this, as well as the modern interpretations of their world. I’m also still not bloody done with The Left Hand of Darkness, which got really good but I just haven’t been reading much at all! (And I need to give it back lmao). OH and Dracula Daily! I love Dracula so I’m really enjoying it - thank you to Tumblr for introducing me.

Currently Craving - sleep? My sleep schedule has been fucked more or less since I got back into fanfic. There’s always another paragraph I want to write! So many ideas to post! Argh! (But also yknow sometimes staying up late to finish something is super satisfying so swings and roundabouts. I do need to get back on top of it though…)

Currently Eating: well, I finished a ready meal coconut curry dinner and have strawberries in the fridge. Looking forward to those.

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natolesims · 6 months ago

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OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

Thank you for the tag @windslar!! Our favourite blonde is going to be in the eye of the hurricane for the next days, so let's get to get to know Lottie a bit better :D

1. What uncommon/common fear do they have?

She's afraid of thunderstorms! And also, death. She lost her mom at a very young age, so an early demise is something Lottie feels uneasy about.

2. Do they have any pet peeves?

People who talk too much about themselves. Ironic, huh?

3. What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Expensive perfume bottles, at least one bouquet of fresh flowers and a manicure set.

4. What do they notice first in a person?

Their general hygiene. Lottie won't judge you about your clothing and style (maybe a little), but uneccesary messiness? Bad smells? Dirty teeth? Ew, no thanks.

5. On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Oh no, a complete 0. She'll cry rivers for the smallest, non-visible scratch anytime. She's a terrible patient whenever she's really hurt or sick.

6. Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Lottie will choose violence whenever she feels the lightest pressure on her glamourous and delicate self, thank you very much.

7. Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

No and yes! Her family has been always her and her dad since she was a toddler, and she always grew apart from other relatives or acquaitances. On the other hand, being close to Tiana made Lottie become included by the whole White bunch in their chaotic family antics, what shaped her into a a very familiar person. That's one of the main reasons she would love to have a big family of her own!

8. What animal represents them best?

A very much spoiled angora cat, of course.

9. What is a smell that they dislike?

Artificial strawberry, specially on cosmetics.

10. Have they broken any bones?

Nope! And let's hope things stay that way!

11. How would a stranger likely describe them?

It would depend on her mood, since she can be your best friend or ignore you completely if she feels like it. In general, people often say she's elegant, well-educated, pretentious and too loud.

12. Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Her? A night owl? She won't interrupt her beauty sleep even if her life depends on it. Lottie prefers to wake up early and get things done with a freshly rested face.

13. What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Hate: coconut / Love: vanilla!

14. Do they have any hobbies?

I don't know if it counts as a hobby, but wellness is her main thing. From doing yoga and meditating to research crystal properties, Lottie is very passionate about it!

15. Boom, surprise birthday party!How do they react to surprises?

Oh, she LOVES surprises! Only if they reach her standards, what's a bit troublesome. But anything that makes her feel like the main character is a yes, thank you.

16. Do they like to wear jewelry?

It's not a preference, it's a sport. And she's the national champion.

17. Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Of course it's neat! She wouldn't dare to leave elegant handwritten and scented notes to people with an horrendous one. Fun fact: she even took calligraphy classes to improve her style at some point.

18. What are two emotions they feel the most?

Flirty (of course) and confident (of course x2).

19. Do they have a favorite fabric?

Silk! So fresh, smooth and flattering. And expensive, as usual.

20. What kind of accent do they have?

US English, rich girl edition.

I tag @payte @goldoradove @samssims @pixel-bloom @zosa95 @akitasimblr @duusheen @marcishaun @nitrozem @micrathene-w and @bakersimmer! Feel free to ignoreee

#thank you!!#tag game #happily ever after extras #the princess and the frog

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coffee-and-tea-time · 6 months ago

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✿ Introduction to this nonense ✿

Fruit salad: the unexpected romance

Hi! coffee and tea speaking! this blog is purely to write and show all our silly thoughts, so let us speak a little of our main goofy story!

In this story, you are Tomato, a transfer student of the fruits school... yes, it was a surprise for you too, all your life believing you were a vegetable... But, in this school you will be able to make some friends too, right? right?

You meet a lot of interesting fruits here, but one seems to catch your eye more that the others, huh?

so, tell me, have you ever imagined a fruit otome game?

Let's be honest, there's so many bizarre otome games out there that you probably have

at least we have

we shall begin with...

✿ Character introduction:

Orange: they really should give me more vacations...

Coconut: don't get too close to me, freak

Lemon: tch, do whatever you want

Strawberry: yes, I know, I'm perfect, just admit it

Banana: everything's gonna be okay and if not, I'll help you out!

Tangerine: you don't know it yet, but we're already friends

Watermelon: the more the merrier, no matter which fruit you are

Melon:...huh

Green Apple: fruits like you are not worth my time...

Red Apple: we're not so different... I hope you can keep up with me

Pineapple: you're so...interesting, i could stare at you for hours

Green Grape: Shh! Don't rat me out to Mr. Orange!

Purple Grape: you have seen nothing~

Kiwi: Haha, you're very strange, I like it

Avocado: seems like our situation is similar, can we be friends?

Pear: I hope you're not having a hard time, in any case, I'll defend you!

Quite the characters, dont you think?

Yes, i think i already have my favorite..

But... arent we forgotting to mention someone, Tea?

Shush, don't rush it... it'll spoil the fun, coffee

images from pinterest

sorry for misspells, english isn't our first language

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complexparadox1 · 2 years ago

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Shameless

This whole thing was inspired by the below song, please give it a listen it's honestly such a vibe ✨ obsessed with it honestly. This is a Y/N story and my first time writing such a thing, I always do better with my OCs so hopefully this is enjoyable ❤️ character is female, Virginity loss m&f, mild friends to lovers I guess?

There's just inches inbetween us, I want you to give in.

It was a usual day at the pet shop, Kazutora and Chifuyu worked upfront while she worked on making orders for products in the back. Wrapped up in her electric blanket as the day was frigid at best. The office cat, Coconut, sat upon her lap also enjoying the warmth. "oi." She peered up from her laptop to see Chifuyu standing in the offices doorway. "Take your lunch, you haven't stopped since you got here." He advised and the (H/C) woman was quick to shake her head. "I will lemme just finish this order." She said and he quickly reached out and closed her laptop. She pursed her lips at him. "Take your lunch." He said again, tone more authoritative. She sighed and stood up from her chair. "You just want me to go get you lunch when I go out." She said and he looked away from her. She knew it, Chifuyu was so transparent. "Same as usual?" She asked and he nodded. (Y/N) sighed moving to grab her coat and gloves. "Is it still snowing out?" She inquired and he was quick to nod. "Yeah, seems to have slowed down a bit but it's still coming down." She quickly buttoned up her coat, aggravated she'd have to go out in the blustery weather outside. "Of course, would be just my luck." She mumbled, pulling on her gloves and walking to the front with him.

Kazutora stood at the register looking absolutely bored. She couldn't blame him, they'd only had one or two customers today so there wasn't much to do aside from stocking products. "Kazutora you gonna want some food?" She asked and his sandy colored eyes flicked over to her. "Uh I guess so, just grab me whatever Chifuyus is getting." (Y/N) nodded and was quick to walk out of the store and into the frigid air letting out an audible groan before the door even closed. "Fuckin hate the cold." She grumbled quickly trudging off to the small restaurant down the road.

Kazutora looked over at Chifuyu with an eyebrow raised. "You really making her go out for our lunch?" He asked and Chifuyu shrugged. "She needed a break anyways." Kazutora shook his head, he and (Y/N) had been friends for a long time. Even before he went to jail the first time. He'd been surprised when he'd gotten out of jail a few weeks ago to find her working with Chifuyu. He was unaware the two knew each other and the thought had made him uncomfortable. Chifuyu was a good guy, sure but also a notorious flirt. From what he'd seen so far the woman had always brushed off his flirting which made him feel a bit better. He'd always felt affectionate toward the small (H/C) woman but he'd never acted on it. He'd wanted to sure, but she deserved someone much better than him. The woman seemed to have noticed his distance, he'd always been physically reserved with her more than most people. It had only become more so after he'd gotten out of jail this time. He'd note the flicker of disappointment in her face when she'd attempt to hug him and he'd take a step back from her attempted embrace. He simply couldn't bring himself to touch her, he was too afraid the blood he had on his hands from his past actions would taint her somehow. He already caught himself staring at her far too much, though she seemed oblivious to this fact. He watched idly out the window waiting to see her small bundled form dashing back to the store from the cold. "So are you ever actually going to make a move on her?" Chifuyu asked suddenly and he looked over at him surprised. "What?" He couldn't have possibly heard him right. Chifuyu quirked the smallest smile. "C'mon I've seen the way you look at her. She might not notice but I do. So what's the problem, worst thing she can say is no." Kazutora merely shook his head, it was a question he couldn't answer. The black haired man simply wouldn't understand. He couldn't possibly. How did he explain that he simply wasn't good enough? Knowing was already bad enough, speaking it aloud would only be more painful. "I don't know what you're talking about." Chifuyu fixed him with a gaze that said yeah sure you don't but thankfully dropped the topic. A minute later (Y/N) was walking down the sidewalk quickly, bag of food in hand. "It's fucking freezing out there." She said as she stepped back into the store. Face flushed from the brisk air outside. "I thought you liked the snow?" Chifuyu inquired and she rolled her eyes. "I like the snow from inside, it's pretty to look at. But going out in it? Fuck that." She was quick to dole out the food and leaned against a wall to begin eating her own. "It's not that bad." Chifuyu said and she gave him a look of annoyance. "No it is. I'm uncoordinated as it is. You add ice to that and I'm basically doomed." She grumbled taking a bite of her food. Kazutora watched the interaction between the two quietly eating his own food. She was cute like this, all layered up and her face a bit flush from the cold. He was quick to shake the thought off, he needed to stop looking at her like this. She was something unattainable, something he wanted desperately but couldn't have.

The work day was blessedly over pretty quickly after that, Chifuyu making the choice to send both her and Kazutora home early and he'd close up. Now (Y/N) and Kazutora walked back to their apartment building, the silence between them was comfortable. She didn't push for conversation and he was unsure what to say. She broke the silence first. "Think Chifuyu will keep the store closed tomorrow if it snows enough?" She asked and he looked over at her, she walked side by side with him though she kept her eyes ahead watching the patches of ice carefully so she wouldn't slip. "Probably not." He answered simply and she sighed. "I can hope, I suppose." She murmured, pulling her scarf a bit tighter around her neck. Of course the second she got her scarf right she slipped, she reached out and snagged Kazutoras jacket trying to catch herself. Though she merely tugged him down with her. "Ow." She grumbled, luckily she'd managed to fall in the snow. It wasn't until she actually refocused that she noted the position she landed in. Kazutoras hands were positioned on either side of her head and his face was merely inches away from hers. Kazutora was absolutely frozen, he hadn't been this close to her before. Her breath ghosted across his face, her lashes starred together by the snow that had stuck to them. He was struck entirely dumb, here he'd been avoiding touching her for the longest time but apparently the universe was conspiring against him. He'd had dreams like this, her under him in a similar manner though the context had been…much more perverse. "Sorry." He apologized and she merely blinked up at him for a moment. "S'okay technically I should be the one apologizing. I did pull you down with me." Her voice was soft, fuck he wanted to kiss her. The thought crossed his mind and as quickly as it had he was standing up, moving away from her. He could have sworn he saw a flash of hurt cross her face and she slowly pulled herself up out of the snow. Dusting off her jacket. "C'mon." He said wanting to get back home as soon as possible. His heart was still racing, he'd been so close to her. The temptation to kiss her had been so strong.

The rest of the walk was made in abject silence, with (Y/N) walking much more carefully. When he brought her to her door she paused with her keys in the lock, he'd only taken a step away from her when she turned to him. "Hey." He turned on his heel and she looked at him with an apprehensive look on her face. He watched her expectantly, she fidgeted a bit uncomfortably. "Did I…did I do something wrong? Or offend you somehow?" Now that was a curious question he stared at her confused. "No, why?" She shifted from foot to foot. She looked almost…scared. "I…I feel like you hate me sometimes. You don't talk to me, I bump into you and you recoil like I burnt you. I just…if I did something wrong or offended you somehow I'm sorry." She was looking at the floor, her hands were bunching up the front of her jacket which she held clasped tightly in her hands. He looked at her, he didn't know what to say here. 'She…thinks I hate her?' the very thought made his heart ache. He moved to close the distance between them and very carefully put his arms around her. Kazutora felt like he was on the verge of cardiac arrest from how hard his heart was pumping. "No, no I don't hate you." He tried to assure her she still wouldn't look at him despite their close proximity. "So why? Why do you act like you do?" He was struggling for words, did he tell her he loved her? Did he just assure that he didn't hate her? He pulled her back keeping a light grip on her shoulders. "I don't hate you. I promise." He tried to assure her and she shook her head. "That doesn't answer my question but it's fine. Don't worry about it. I was stupid to ask." She shook her head and swiped at her face, she wasn't going to cry. Not in front of him especially. He could tell she didn't believe him, fuck she looked like she was going to cry. Before he could even think about it further he kissed her, he practically melted into it. Her lips were soft against his own, a bit cold from their walk home. When he pulled back she was staring at him in surprise. "I like you, I like you a lot. But I shouldn't, I can't. You are good, you are so good, too good for someone like me. I can't-'' she cut him off by kissing him, this time it lasted a bit longer her arms moved to wrap around his neck and she felt her back pressed into her front door. When they pulled apart again his breathing was labored and his heart felt tight. "Who are you to say I'm too good for you? You are good, you've done some bad things absolutely. But I don't care about that." He stared at her entirely bewildered. "How can you say something like that?'' She merely shook her head, her eyes burned into him. God she felt so nice pressed against him like this. "Because Baji was your family, more than your own ever was. You've made so much progress since that all happened. You got better. I can't tell you to not feel guilty over it, I know that's probably never gonna go away. But actions you made when you were in a really bad place don't make you a bad person, Kazutora. We were kids." She reached up to hold his face between her palms, they still felt cool from their walk home. "I'm proud of the person you are right now, and I love you. A lot, so don't even tell me I'm too good. You mean the entire world to me. You understand me?" Her tone was serious but soft at the same time. He was struck speechless by her words. She was proud of him? She loved him? He felt as if this were all some kind of insane dream and he was quick to kiss her again, if this was all some kind of illusion he didn't want it to end. She fell into him easily, her mouth moved against his fluidly and her tongue gently moved with his own. When he pulled back her hands had moved to clutch the chest of his jacket. "You wanna come inside?" She asked and he was quick to nod, still rendered entirely speechless. She moved to unlock her door, keys still sitting in the lock.

Her apartment was near exactly as he'd imagined it, the space was small but warm exactly like her. The second the door was closed he was kissing her again. This time he had enough mental capacity to lightly place his hands around her waist and pull her flush against him. It felt so nice, having her like this. She practically clicked into place. Though when he felt his length stiffen in his pants he pulled back a bit, he didn't want to do too much too soon. Of course she pressed right back against him and the small moan that elicited made his face feel hot. Sure he'd watched a lot of porn but he'd never even kissed someone before now, much less slept with them. Suddenly he was anxious again. He pulled back from her lips and she watched him through half lidded eyes. "So…uhm…do you want to…?" Her face was dusted a light shade of pink. He instantly knew what she meant and it felt like his stomach flipped. "We-we don't have to, if you don't want to. I've also…I've never done…well any of this before." He felt hot, stifling in fact. He couldn't tell if it was from the blush across his face or the desperation for her. "S'fine I haven't really either." Now that took him entirely by surprise. He'd expected her to have at least once or twice before now. "Seriously?" It fell out of his face before he could stop himself and her face turned an even darker shade of pink. "Uh well yeah, I mean…opportunities were there just…never really had much interest in anyone else." It took a second for her words to actually strike him and process in his head. Anyone else…so she was interested in him? This whole time. Fuck he felt like an absolute idiot. Though he'd only been out of jail for a month and before that…well he only would've fucked things up before. That was all he needed to hear, he kissed her again. This time it was more desperate, more needing. He wanted her, desperately. He'd wanted this forever, it had just taken him a while to actually realize that.

They quickly found themselves in her bed, mouths still pressed together tightly, his hands quick to move over her body. In an attempt to memorize every single curve and plane of her. Occasionally she'd let out soft little whimpers at his touch which he was quick to take note of, her neck seemed particularly sensitive. He pulled back from her again, both of them breathing somewhat heavily now. To actually see her stripped down to nothing but her underwear was something he tried to burn into his memory, she was always beautiful but this was something else entirely. Ever so carefully his fingers moved to tug at the hem of her underwear, she was quick to lift her hips and allow him to pull them off.

While he had not one single clue what he was doing he was damn well going to figure it out. He was quick to remove his own boxers and place himself between her parted legs. Before she could try and ask what he was doing his fingers ever so carefully spread apart her folds. She was already wet just from having kissed him.

“T-Tora" she moaned and that was all he needed, he wanted more gone was any trace of his previous anxieties as he very carefully slipped a finger into her slut swirling around her plush walls. The familiar ache once again grew in his cock. Kazutora carefully did his best to stretch her out slowly. She was tight, ridiculously tight. He had every intention to take this as slowly as he needed to, despite his desperate desire to fuck her into the mattress until she was absolutely dumb for him. He pressed testingly around the warm wetness of her. Eventually inserting a second finger which caused a small sharp intake of breath. He moved to kiss her gently, a small nonverbal reassurance that he was going to take care of her. His lips didn't leave hers when he slowly began working her walls with the two fingers planted inside of her and small soft whimpers pulled themselves from her mouth and into his own. He continued gently pressing against the spot he'd found and kept her making the soft noises that he found her rather enjoyed.

After a few minutes of gently pressing and stretching he retracted his fingers from her. He pulled back from her lips as he carefully lined himself up with her entrance. His cock was throbbing with anticipation and he knew it was gonna be hard to go slowly. "If it hurts at all I'll stop ok? Just make sure you tell me. Promise I'll go slow." He assured her softly and she nodded. "I'll tell you if it does. I trust you Tora so I think I'll be fine." Fuck that sent his heart to fluttering and he carefully pressed the tip into her. She bit her lip a bit and he stopped once he had the tip fully inside. Fuck she was even tighter on his cock, the warmth felt amazing. He stopped for a second and noticed her hands were squeezing the blankets slightly. He was quick to reach down and pluck them off the blankets, taking on at a time and raising them to a comfortable level and interlacing his fingers with her own. He gave a small squeeze to one of them before pressing in a bit further.

She inhaled through gritted teeth with a wince, a whimper passing through them. She felt far fuller than she should have only halfway having him inside. Even through the stretching ache she watched him carefully, she could see that going so slowly was painful for him, almost as much as it was for her. Though presumably for a much different reason. He remained entirely still and she couldn't tell if the small pulse she felt in her groin was from her or him. This was painfully slow.

His jaw was clenched and his sandy colored eyes passed over her in appraisal and took in (Y/N)s own expression, she could see the panic in his face. “fuck…I’m hurting you.” His voice was strained but the distress was evident between staggered breaths, She could tell he was about to pull out, put a stop to the whole thing, for fear of hurting her.

She took the decision out of his hands entirely. She didn't want him to stop; she wanted to finish what they had started. What, if she was being honest with herself, she'd been waiting for since they were teenagers. Her body moved on its own, leg wrapping around him a “no” trembling from her lips was all she could manage as she pressed herself flush against him.

The pain was hot and nearly blinding, she felt tears prick the corners of her eyes, and she grit her teeth at the feeling of being filled to capacity. At least now it was over he was in her fully and there was no longer only pain as her reward for having him there. Feeling him pressed against a particularly sensitive spot that practically caused her eyes to roll back.

A loud, groan slipped from behind Kazutoras clenched jaw. He was entirely still and panting, eyelids tightly shut. She was tight, she was so fucking tight. His cock throbbed harder than it had been. In all the fantasies he'd had of her he'd never imagined it to be like this. She gripped the hands still laced into her own tightly. His head fell forward, lips pressing against her own softly. He pulled back and looked down at the woman beneath him. She rocked her hips ever so lightly against him. Feeling him press into the soft plushy spot that made the growing coil in her guts tighten. "You really want th-this that bad?" He asked the slightest stutter so his words. He wanted to be fucking her but still he held himself back. A part of him was in disbelief over her actions. Though another part of him knew the small woman had always been stubborn and bullheaded. "Mhm, need it, need you. A lot " she managed to choke out, as if his cock buried to the hilt inside of her was crushing her ability to speak.

He still gave it a moment, he wanted to pace himself at least moderately. While they'd passed the part that would be painful he already felt as though he might bust. He wasn't ready for that just yet, he was going to savor every single second of this he had. He started his thrusts slowly, building up to a rhythm. The soft little whimpers that came bubbling from her mouth were no longer ones of pain, for which he was grateful. He desperately wanted to slam into her. But instead he leaned down to catch her mouth with his own as he continued pulling in and out of her tight hole as gently as he could bring himself to. He quickly found though that it was just too much. Having her moaning, her walls fluttering around him and her lips pressed against his. In spite of his previous thoughts he found himself snapping his hips into her, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix and making both of them cry out. "fuck i’m sorry, i’m so fucking sorry, fuck can't stop. S'good, so good.” he whimpered into her lips. "S'okay ha-ah mmm-more Tora, please." She managed to squeak out between moans compressed from her every time he bottomed her out. That coil in her guts tightening by the second with his thrusts.

He’s filling her up with his cum before he realizes it and she's mewling out having been pushed into her own orgasm. Kazutora finds he still can't stop, despite the overwhelming sensitivity of his cock. He needs her, as much as he can possibly get. Make up for years and years worth of lost time.

The two of them are a mess a passionate kisses, moans, cries, and limbs entangled in each other. He kisses and bites at the soft skin of her neck, his hands grip hers firmly and press them into the bed. 'It's just too good.' Neither of them had stood a chance once they'd hit their rhythm together. Having been quietly wanting to be with the other for so long. The desperation in every moment was glaringly apparent.

Their blissful moans and whines melded into each other. Continuously fucking each other into orgasm which seemed to come harder with each one that passed. "I love you, I love you ah T-tora~" the words are cried out desperately from swollen pink lips as he fucked himself into her more. He can hardly form words between his own moans but he manages. "I-I love you, s'mine, all mine." the words rolled off his tongue so easily. He loved her for a long time, far longer than he ever even realized. Now that he had her he was never intending to let go. Though judging by her reaction he doubted she would mind. He would do absolutely anything for her as long as she loved him, crying out his name and only his. There was a strong feeling of satisfaction knowing that no one had ever had her before him. That no one had or ever would see the cute faces she was making. They were his, she was his.

He fucked another load into her and her hands squeezed his as he slowly rode her through her own orgasm. Her walls milked him for all that he had despite already being stuffed full of his cum. Once they'd finished Kazutora slowly withdrew himself from her warm and now thoroughly stuffed pussy. He had a small feeling of satisfaction as a bit of their mixed juices dribbled out of her and onto the bed. Stained the littlest bit pink from having broken her hymen.

This was probably the best he'd ever felt in his life, he was on cloud nine as he laid next to her and pulled her into him. Neither of them even bothered with the blankets that were covered in sweat from multiple rounds merely curling up into the other, as close as they could possibly get. Somehow it still didn't feel quite close enough but it would have to suffice. He closed his eyes and breathed her in, the usual smell of her commingled with the smell of sex. Her fingers ever so softly moved to trace the lines of his tattoo. A small shiver worked its way up his spine at the motions. "I love you." She murmured tiredly and he was quick to press a kiss onto her forehead. "I love you too." He mumbled, it felt so right to say and he found himself amazed that he hadn't blurted it out in the years they'd known each other.

In this moment both of them found themselves glad they'd given into their desperation for the other. Both quickly drifted off to sleep entwined in the others embrace.

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Drunk (Part two)

Pairing: George Weasley + OC

Word count: 2907

Warnings: none but lmk if there is anything that I missed

Part 3

Requests are open and hey! if you think this didn't completely suck, maybe check out my masterlist.

an: maybe one day I'll edit this and make it better

George Weasley is creating one of the products for his joke shop with Fred during what he thinks is his free period, he had failed to check if it was or if it was not; and quite frankly it didn’t matter.

They were making one of the love potions for their witch line, which they were yet to name. “So we had this last year in potions-”

“Did you two actually pay attention to anything last year in potions?” Lee cut Fred off, he was sitting on the couch watching them attempting -key word attempting- to do his herbology homework. He actually has a free period.

“No, we did not but that doesn’t matter because we already took Katie's potions book.” Fred said. “While dear Georgie here was getting all drunk with Miss Lore and after I finished detention, I made the first batch of the love potion.”

George flushed at the memory, and he asked “did it work?”

“Well that’s what you’re going to find out.” Fred said, with a smirk. “You’re supposed to smell something you love or that attracts you.”

George leaned into the cauldron and he took a sniff and he immediately smelled Coconut, Almonds, and Lavender. He flushed knowing where the smell is from and he leaned back from the potion.

He saw the smirk on Fred’s face as he cleared his throat and said “yeah, um yeah. It works.”

Turns out that wasn’t the first time that Fred attempted to make the potion, as a part of his twin’s instinct he knew that his twin had a crush; he just didn’t know who. This was the 11th attempt to make this potion, he now knew for a fact that George is besotted with someone, he just has to find out who.

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“This letter came for you by the way.”

Juliette turned from her meal to look at Draco. “And you just decided to tell me this now!” she said.

Juliette snatched the letter that he got out from his pocket, it was from her parents. She opened it and read:

Dear Juliette,

We hope that your first day as a fifth year has not been completely torturous. Your brother has already written us a letter and we are disappointed to find that we have not received anything from you. You must be a great student and great prefect, you must do great in school this year; these are your OWLS and they must not be taken lightly. We heard from Narcissa that Draco is the other Slytherin Prefect, isn’t that delightful?

From your father’s connections from the ministry we will now be able to keep an eye on you from a teacher’s perspective. Umbridge is a great woman who shares our views in the wizarding world and will definitely be a great teacher. We expect you to write a letter about how fabulous her lessons are. On a much lighter note, considering that you only have two years left we were thinking about your engagement this year at winter break. Sadly I heard that many females have had their eyes on Draco, therefore you must go out on a date with him, somewhere public. Don’t think about avoiding this task Juliette, we will not appreciate it. We’re going on a business trip and your brother will be filling us in with all of the things you do in school,

Sincerely Christiana and Henry Lore.

Juliette pushed her plate aside, dropped her head on the table and let out a frustrated groan. She felt Draco tug on the letter and she let her grip loosen allowing him to read the letter.

“Juliette?”

She turned her head on the table to look at him, and hummed in acknowledgement. “Go out with me?” he asked with a sympathetic smile.

She gave him an appreciative smile and nodded. She hugged him tightly and said “thank you, you probably don’t even want to do this.” her words were slightly muffled from his robes.

He cleared his throat and said “no really, it’s not a problem.”

She let go of him and turned back to her meal.

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Juliette is getting ready for her date with Draco. The month of September had passed with no complications, Umbridge was an asshole but considering that Juliette is a Slytherin it didn’t really affect her that much. Her grades were high enough to appease her parents, and she was able to meet up with the Weasley twins four more times.

She thought about the date and what Draco would think of her if he knew she was adopted, what if she was from a blood traitor family? What would he think of her then? She doesn’t want to lose Draco; he was her oldest and closest friend. Not to mention the only known friend and the only one from Slytherin. Should she tell him?

She pushed the unpleasant thoughts out of her head and started to get ready. She wore a brown tennis skirt with some caramel colored stockings. She wore a cinnamon colored sweater and a peanut coat. She applied some mascara and highlighter. She was putting on her boots when there was a knock on the other door.

She went to open it, and she saw George standing there. His eyes trailed her body from top to bottom and said “you look good.”

A blush was spread on her cheeks and she said “thanks.”

He entered her room, closed the door behind him and she went to sit on her bed. He stood there awkwardly as he said “you look a little dressed up for Hogsmeade.”

She shuffled her feet awkwardly on the bed-side and said “well yeah I have a date.”

His eyes went wide and his jaw clenched as he looked away. “A date?” he asked

“Yeah.”

“With who?”

There was a knock on the door and a voice was heard “Juliette are you ready to go?” she walked up nearer to the door and said “give me two more minutes.” They heard okay.

“You’re going on a date with Malfoy?”

“Yeah.” Juliette replied.

“You could do way better.” He said, avoiding her gaze.

“Well, if someone wanted to ask me they would’ve right.” She said, not quite getting where he’s at.

“Yeah, they would’ve.” They stayed in a somewhat uncomfortable silence, George seemed incredibly lost in thought, when she started shuffling in her place. He was taken out of his trance. “I should go.” he said. He didn’t wait for her reply as he walked out the door that led to the corridor.

Extremely uncomfortable from the encounter, Juliette walked out the door with a smile. When she reached Draco he smiled at her and said “you look pretty.”

Her smile widened and she looked at him with his black suit, and said “you look depressing as always.”

He smirked and looped his arm with her as he said “you adore it.”

“Yeah, yeah. You look as handsome as ever.” She said, rolling her eyes, but the smile never once fading. She watched as he tilted his head upwards slightly and puffed out his chest and her words. “and also as arrogant as ever.” she added.

She chuckled as his posture deflated slightly. They started walking out of Hogwarts, down the hill and around the shrieking shack and into the village; and all throughout their journey they were laughing and having fun.

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“So where are we heading?” Juliette asked. She then saw his gaze go to Madame Puddifoot's Tea shop. “No, no, no.”

Draco rolled his eyes, and said “well, we’re supposed to be on a date.”

“Like hell I’m going there, and plus whoever said that dates have to be there.” She said arms crossed, and after a few seconds of silence she grabbed his hand with one of hers and she headed to The Three Broomsticks.

“There really.” He said with an eyebrow quirked up, noticing where she was heading.

“Well, I want some butterbeer.”

He let out a frustrated sound but followed her there nonetheless. They found a table where they both sat down and Draco got up and went to get some butterbeer.

They both enjoyed their drinks and then Draco said that he wanted to go to flourish and blotts. Juliette noticed a somewhat large group of people heading into Hogshead and among those people were George and Fred; and she thought that it would be a good idea to go see them. It was also an adding factor that none of the people in the group were Slytherins, or close friends with Slytherins.

Draco got up from his seat and offered her, his hand and they both excited The Three Broomsticks. As soon as he started heading, Juliette took a stop. He looked at her confused until she started talking, “you go, I just have to do something.”

“And what exactly is this something?”

“Uh, nothing worth noting. You go.” She replied.

“Juliette, I want you to come with me.” He replied with a slight blush on his cheeks. “And also your brother is over there.”

Juliette turned behind her to see where his gaze was and surely enough her brother was watching them with high curiosity. There was no doubt in her that if she left Draco he would tell their parents. She turned back to Draco and said “fine, but when we finish you have to let me do what I want.”

“Okay.”

“Alone.” she added.

He let out a chain of frustrated sounds. Merlin, he’s a literal child, she thought. Then he stayed silent for a few seconds and then let out a forced “fine.”

They both went to Flourish and Blotts, where Draco bought two quill sets; one for each of them. He then went to skim through the book shelves, while she was following him around -having no idea what to do- she came across a cool looking book. Juliette was not a reader by any way, the only way she got any reading done was Draco reading her a story by the fireplace when they were little. She had never even gone to Flourish and Blotts before today except for the first ever Hogsmeade trip, also with Draco.

The book was about plants, Juliette liked plants for one reason and one reason only. That they could appear like something and actually are something completely different; that fact however wasn’t enough for her to take Herbology this year. The book was kind of barbaric. It was called : Flesh-Eating Trees of the World.

All of a sudden the book was taken out of her hands by Draco. He immediately went to buy the stuff that he got. Juliette followed him and began “wha-”

“This is the first time in my entire life that I have seen you touch a non-scholastic book, or any book outside of class for that matter. I honestly began thinking that you don’t know how to read. So I’m getting this for you, before you lose interest.”

Juliette made no further comment and watched as he paid for the quills and the books. He had bought for himself 2 other books, none of the titles were memorable enough for Juliette to remember.

While exiting the shop she started talking “I do read by the way.”

Draco let out a scoff and said “ you call those 2 erotic novels that you have reading.”

Juliette flushed at the words, the summer before this school year. While both of them were avoiding the people in one of their parents’ many parties, Draco had found both of the novels which he was talking about. He never stopped mentioning it the entire summer, she had hoped that he had forgotten but apparently he did not.

“Reading is basically looking at words and understanding them, it does not matter what the content of the book is.” Juliette said defensively, folding her arms over her chest.

Draco let out a chuckle at her statement and then reached out for her hand to give her the book. “I’ll take the quills, you go do whatever you want to do. Without me.” he said the last part of a sentence with an extreme amount of pettiness that anyone could have mistaken him with a child.

“What are you going to do?” Juliette asked not wanting to leave him completely alone in Hogsmeade.

“I’ll go find Zabini.” He said shortly and then left to go find Blaise.

Juliette started to head to Hogshead. When she entered the pub, there was a lot of chatter. When she reached the end of the pub the voices making some of the chatter were more recognizable; she recognized them as Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. She then heard a lot of noises and mumbling until she heard an Umbridge like ‘hem hem’.

She entered the small part of the pub, to see many faces looking at her like; Potter, Granger, all the Weasley, Longbottom, and Lovegood. There were many other faces that she did not recognize.

“That’s a lot of people for a small place.” She said, trying to ease the tension that formed when she entered the place.

She saw Potter look at Granger and let out a ‘humph’ and her comment. Everyone looked extremely suspicious and nervous at her arrival, so she added “you look like you’re doing something you should not be doing, but knowing these there-” she pointed at Potter, Granger and Weasley and continued “when are there aren’t.”

The tension in the room increased until Neville let out a small surprised sound and came up right in front of Juliette. He started saying, “That book was in the top ten best Herbology books of the century, it is practically iconic now.”

She looked up at the tall boy and gave a smile, “ you can borrow it if you want, I found it at Flourish and Blotts.”

His face brightened and said “really?” She handed him the book and then said “yeah sure.”

He then looked around embarrassed for some reason and then sat down back in his chair. She looked around once again and started thinking. She looked at the people, and she noted once again that there were no Slytherins. Meaning that it must be something in between them that no one should know, like something they wouldn’t want to get out. The fact that she’s a Slytherin and including the tense atmosphere just proves her point.

The chatter stopped after someone made that Umbridge sound. Meaning that they wouldn’t want Umbridge specifically to find out, so it must have something to do with either Voldemort or with Defense against the dark arts. It might be about the ministry but considering the Weasleys' presence and Susan bones’ ,it can’t be.

Granger is also here and it looks like she’s the one leading, so whatever they’re doing it must be smart. Juliette came to the weird ass conclusion that “you’re going to be teaching them Defense Against the Dark Arts, aren’t you?!”

The entire room let out a collective gasp that made Juliette let out a smile, she was right. “It’s actually Harry who is teaching.” said Ron Weasley, he then got aggressively elbowed in the side by Hermione granger.

“We should converse for one second.” A group of the people were huddled together talking about her.

George approached her, “well if it isn’t Snidget the detective. Ditched Malfoy already?” He said with a smirk and a chuckle at the end.

She let out a frustrated groan, rolled her eyes and said “please don’t make that another nickname.” She ignored his comment on Draco. “You really doing this?” She added skeptically.

“Well yeah, I think it’s a good idea.” He replied.

“It kind of is, but what if you get caught. You’re all definitely going to get expelled.” She said.

His smirk widened as he leaned down slightly to reach her height. “When are you going to get it Snidget that we don’t care about being caught.”

“Well you don’t but I can definitely assure you that Granger does.”

“She’s the one that came up with the idea.”

“What? No way.”

He only nodded. She then looked around skeptically, “you’re not going to obliviate me are you?”

He then started walking away, shrugging his shoulders, going to the group that was huddled up and said “no promises.”

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