#Hmmmm wonder why its called calm before the storm?

[jordanstrophe]

Going One, Going Twice, Part 8

Calm Before the Storm

CW: Pet whump, Panic attacks, Some dehumanization, Whumpee considering themselves “property”, Then F L U F F 

Masterlist

Robert sat at the table, dozens of newspapers and magazines spread out before him. “What about this one?” Lukar pointed. “No, it’s smack in the city, I want someplace quiet.” Robert mumbled. “But not too quiet! I don’t want to make him ride in a car for an hour just so we can do something for thirty minutes. What if he wants to go to a restaurant, or coffee, maybe a picnic at the park?” Robert explained. 

Lukar couldn’t help but to let out a laugh. “You really thought this through, huh? I’m sad to see you go, so don’t move halfway across the state now. Who’s going to take me golfing.” He laughed. “How about my cousin? I’m sure she would love to take you” Robert smirked.

“Are... Are you trying to kill me?” Both men laughed, hardly paying attention to the magazines anymore. Robert glanced back at Peter, who stared at a blank canvas. He had been holding a brush with blue paint on it for ten minutes now, too scared to touch it to the canvas.  “Sweetheart the paint is drying on the brush.” Robert chuckled. “But.. What if I mess up? It’ll be permanent!” He cried. Robert stood up and sat behind him, talking his hand in his.

“Then that’s okay. It doesn’t have to be perfect.” He coaxed him to at least touch the brush to the canvas, as it finally made contact. “Good job, now have fun with it.” He gave him a pat on the shoulder before heading back to the table.

“So I heard your demon of a cousin is hosting a party.” Lukar said. “Yep. She doesn’t have time to return my calls, but she has time to throw a party.” He groaned. “What’s the occasion? Welcome to Hell?” Luke giggled. “Might as well be. It's-.. It’s a Pet party.” 

.........

“It’s... A what now?” He asked, setting his coffee cup down. “I don’t know, they all invite their fake friends to show off their status through their Pets. It’s disgusting, they treat them so horribly. Some even trade or borrow each other's Pets there.” He said. “Part of me wants to slip in the crowd to Nina, but you can’t even get in without a Pet. Because... It's a Pet Party.” He shrugged. 

“Why do you need to talk to her that badly? I’d avoid her like the plague if I were you.” He asked.  Robert let out a pained sigh, slinking further into his chair.

“In Aunt May’s will, there was something else that was supposed to go to me, but didn’t. Something that belonged to my mother.” Robert muttered.  

“What? Why didn’t you get it? That has to be really important to you!” Lukar yelled.  “Nina is why, she swears it’s missing, but I know she has it somewhere. She’s holding out on me because she’s angry about the inheritance. I’m hoping if I can talk to her face to face, or even buy it from her if that’s what it takes, I’m willing.”

Lukar ran his fingers through his hair with frustration, before glancing over at Peter who was as slowly as possible, streaking the brush around.

“Him.” He nodded. “He can get you to her.”

“No, That’s out of the question. I’m not bringing him an inch near that place!” 

“It’s a get in get out. You can be there for five minutes if you want to.”

“No! My decision is final! This conversation is over!” Robert yelled.

Both men fell silent. Robert crossed his arms and stared at the floor. 

“I’m sorry, I won’t bring it up again. I need to head off to work soon, good luck at the house search.” Lukar sighed, setting his cup in the sink. Peter very quietly crept up, nervously holding the canvas in his arms, hiding it.

“Hey! What do you have there?” Robert asked, brushing off his sour mood and sitting up straight with a smile.  “It’s.. Not much. I didn't know what to do.” He muttered, nervously turning the canvas around and holding it up to cover his face. It was perfectly covered in one shade of blue, every brush stroke even across.

“Oh, it’s lovely! Is it... Uh.. The ocean?” He asked. Peter’s arms dropped the canvas to his knees. “No. It was the sky.” He muttered sadly. “Of course it’s the sky! It’s a beautiful sky.” He smiled.  “I’ll do better next time.” He sadly turned around.  “Hold up now.” Robert grabbed his arm before he could slink away and snatched the painting from his arms. He glanced around the room for a bit, before pulling off an old painting of a landscape, and replacing it with his. 

‘’There! Perfect.” He smiled, glancing over to Peter, whose face was red with blush. 

“M... Master?” He asked, giving him a tug on the sleeve. “We can go, if you want. I’ll be okay.” He muttered, pulling the coat up that was draped around his shoulder as if he could hide.

“Go? Go where?” He asked. A spike of excitement shot through his chest. Finally! He was coming out of his shell and wanted to go somewhere.

“T-t-to the party...” He mumbled.

“The.. Party?” He repeated... Trying to figure out wha- Oh.

Oh no.

He had overheard the conversation.

“No. No no no, we’re not going. It was a stupid suggestion. I would never take you somewhere like that, it’s not safe.” Robert said with a serious tone.

“But, it would help, wouldn’t it?” He pleaded. He felt so spoiled since he came here. No punishments, no neglect, no torment. This was the least he could do for his saint of a master. Robert sighed, mentally conflicted, but he had still made his decision. 

“Little one, you don’t know what Nina is like. She’ll use every opportunity to hurt me, and if you’re there, she will do it through you. She’s manipulative and cruel, nothing good will come from the trip.” He said. “B-but-!” -”No! No buts, I appreciate you trying to help, but we’re not going and that’s final.” 

Peter quickly shut his mouth, looking at the floor sadly, before nodding his head. 

“Do you want to help me make breakfast now?” Robert asked, trying to lighten the mood. It surprisingly worked, as Peter’s eyes lit up, as he enthusiastically nodded his head. Robert was nervous letting him handle any knives or stoves, so he mostly had him watch the pancakes. 

Robert came over to stand next to him, as Peter glanced over, this was the first time he felt comfortable around another person, and it’s a Master of all people. He almost felt like a normal person, not what he actually was...

Property.

He shakily glanced over at the man next to him, just realizing how high he had to look up just to see his face. He caught Robert’s eye, as he glanced down and gave him a comforting smile in acknowledgment. He jolted and shot back to his straight posture, pretending he wasn’t just noticed. His heart pounded in his chest, quite shaken that he wasn’t just slapped across the face like normal for being so skittish, but it gave him some confidence to test the waters a little bit.

He glanced back again, slowly inching his way closer, and slowly wrapped his arms around Robert’s arm. He moved so slowly Robert didn’t even notice. Well, he was here now, no turning back. He fully latched onto his arm in an instant, practically hugging his arm for what felt like dear life.

Robert jumped at the grip, looking down at the man who was trying to hold his arm, but looked petrified with fear, staring blank ahead, trembling. His heart fluttered, as he smiled and gently held his arm back. He was tempted to try and spike up a conversation and give his hair a pet, but he knew how much bravery doing just this probably took, so he gave him some breathing room.

After the pancakes were done, Peter awkwardly slid his hands off and held them shyly, as Robert set everything on the table. He nervously glanced at the tall stool, then back at Robert, who already knew he was asking for permission. He held his hand out for him, as he excitedly took it as he was pulled up into the chair. 

‘’So what do you think about this one?” Robert asked, handing him a magazine with a two story house.  He tilted his head a bit, why did master care about his opinion? He was just a house Pet, meant to do chores and be quiet. “I-I, It’s,-” He stuttered, trying to decipher what the man wanted. “It’s okay if you don’t like it, it’s for the both of us.” He smiled.  

“Master, why do we need a new place? What’s wrong with this one?” Peter asked. “Well, it’s a bit crammed, I got this place originally because it was just me, I didn’t need anything fancy. Also we only have one bedroom.” He chuckled.

We only have one bedroom... huh? 

Wait, we only have one bedroom!?

It finally clicked in his brain, as Peter shot to his feet.

“We only have one bedroom!?” He shrieked, his voice cracking. Robert jolted, almost spilling his drink.  “I-, Yes? That’s correct.” Robert stuttered. “All this time, you were sleeping in that chair because of me, isn’t it?!” He cried, he slid off the chair, and collapsed right onto his knees on the hard floor. “I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! T-That was the m-master bedroom, wasn’t it?” He broke down sobbing, covering his face. He felt something heavy thud right in front of him, as he sensed a looming presence. 

Two hands wrapped around his wrists and gently pulled them down, so Robert could dry the tears. “Honey, it’s alright, shh, quiet down now. It’s okay.” He soothed. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you were sick and you needed rest, I don’t mind, plenty of nights I fell asleep on that chair in the past. I’m even bringing it with us too when we move, even though it’s awfully beat up.” He chuckled. 

“B-But... But it’s not right! I don’t deserve it! I’ll sleep on the floor, or in a cage! I don’t care!” He cried.  “Peter, look at me.” Robert said sternly, cupping both cheeks. He immediately stopped crying, slowly looked up. 

“I’m going to take care of you, okay? It doesn’t matter to me where you sleep, or what you eat, so long as you’re healthy and happy, okay?” He asked. Peter couldn’t quite understand why, if this was a trick, a test, maybe part of training? Maybe he was also testing the waters... But what if he wasn’t? 

That night, when Robert tried to tuck him in bed, he rebelled a bit. He squirmed out of his grasp, and kept slipping out from under him as soon as he tried to pick him up. “Honey, please, we talked about this! It’s okay.” He soothed. Peter only sat on the floor, looking up at him with a mischievous grin. Wait, was he playing with him? He chuckled, shaking his head as he picked him up and tossed him onto the bed before he could break his grasp. He immediately slithered off the bed back onto the floor, as Robert pushed him up again. 

“I feel like I’m trying to wrangle some wild animal.” Robert laughed, as Peter giggled, trying to evade his grasp. After about ten minutes, he got tired out and face-planted into the pillow, letting out a sigh of defeat. “Victory!” Robert cheered, throwing the blankets over him, and giving his hair a ruffle before turning out the lights. 

It was such an odd feeling, having someone else living with him that he was responsible for. But every part of his body only wanted him to be protected and cared for. He missed out on life a lot because of a cruel system that forced him to lose his freedom, his very soul, but he was determined to give it back as much of it as he could.

When he woke up that morning, he felt like there was a heavy blanket hugging him, but when he blinked his eyes open, Peter was happily snuggled up beside him on the chair with his head resting on his chest.

Well, he did say he could sleep wherever.

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It’s oouut! I was afraid this was going to be a bit boring, since it’s a set up for the next one, but I think I managed to salvage it?

[witchfire00]

Stay at my Side

Summary: Cinder suffers from the aftermath at Beacon and nothing seems to help...until Salem decides it is time to find a new form of treatment.

Word Count: 1.8k

Rating: Mature (18+)

Warnings: dubious consent; breastfeeding kink

Since she had regained consciousness several months ago, Cinder’s life had been filled with pain. The loss of her eye, the following amputation of her arm, her burned throat and now the foreign grimm arm stuck to her limb, refusing to listen to her commands.

She just wanted it to stop.

Even with pain numbing medicine a day was torturous to endure.

Was this supposed to be her life now?

‘No!’

Not again!

Never again!

Sitting on her bed she unwrapped the bandages from her left hand, revealing the stubborn claw it hid from the world. Placing it on her lap, the maiden couldn’t help but scowl.

She took a deep breath, focusing all her will to command it, to move, even twitch for all she cared. Just...something she had control over.

...nothing.

With a frustrated growl, Cinder tugged her feet underneath her body and leaned against her pillow. Grasping the grimm claw at its wrist with her right hand she tried it again and again...and again.

Her breathing became ragged and almost painful.

‘Why?’

Why wasn’t it listening to her?

She was a maiden.

She was powerful now, so why?

“MOVE ALREADY!”

It was as if a fire had erupted inside her. Her throat throbbed painfully, refusing to die down, as each new breath felt like thousands of tiny needles prickling against her sensitive skin.

At the same time her own grip had become less than gentle, violently digging her nails inside the black shadowy claw that was now supposed to be a part of her.

A loud scream almost pierced her head.

Something that wanted to escape...

Something that wanted to split her mind in half...

‘Hmmmm...’

She couldn’t help but whimper silently, drawing her limbs together tightly, as she curled into a ball, trying to soothe the persistent ache spreading through her body.

“That was a rather foolish idea, don’t you think?”

Salem!

Cinder felt her presence as soon as she had entered her room, but she didn’t dare to open her eye...

She already looked pitiful enough she imagined.

No need to embarrass herself any further in front of her master.

The sound of footstep drew nearer. The maiden tried to pinpoint their direction, but before she could successfully do so, she could feel the bed dip slightly and a soft, cool hand started to caress her forehead.

The touch didn’t do much to dispel the pain cursing through Cinder’s entire body, but it did help to quell the burning and screaming a bit.

A shuddered breath escaped her lips, as she desperately tried not to move or make a sound.

She didn’t want to inflame her throat even more.

“You really need to keep your temper in check, Firefly...at least for now.”

Salem’s voice was like an anchor, tethering her to the here and now, a world outside the flames that wanted to consume her whole.

Something shifted against her...something warm.

She was tugged towards it, a feat that almost managed to make her cry out in pain again and send tears into Cinder’s right eye.

If there was something Cinder couldn’t stand…aside from losing control, it was disorientation.

Hesitantly she opened her eye, blinking through her blurry vision…and felt her face flush hotly.

‘What in the-?’

If she had ever imagined herself to be on Salem’s lap, buried against her chest…this surely wouldn’t have been how it played out.

Adding embarrassment into the mix of pain that wrecked her body certainly wasn’t pleasant and her master’s quiet laughter only managed to send more shudders done her spine…

From the sound or the vibrations she couldn’t tell, she only knew it added to her discomfort.

“I realize now that my expectations of you were…unfair.

For you to master your new powers you need to be free of all ailments.

The pain only hinders your growth.”

Cinder listened intently. Being this close to her master was a tad distracting, and yet her back straightened on her own accord to manage to catch every word.

There was something about how she said it…

She couldn’t quite put a finger on it though.

Salem seemed to interpret her reaction as approval to continue, letting a hand run through Cinder’s unruly hair, while the other was…shifting and rustling something soft around.

She didn’t dare to try and spot what exactly it was she was doing.

Not that she could have even if she wanted to.

“I decided on a new treatment for you.

I am confident this will help you recover at a much faster pace.”

‘Faster recovery?’

The maiden would give anything to feel normal again…or as normal as she could right now.

She tried to make a sound, to use her voice despite the burning inside it, but Salem shushed her…almost gently and turned her face around, softly guiding against smooth, pale flesh.

‘Wh-ha-hmm??’

Blushing brightly, Cinder tried to squirm away subconsciously.

Away from her master’s exposed breasts.

Was she hallucinating?

Did the constant pain drive her crazy in the end?

Salem surely wouldn’t…

“Hush girl, be still.”

The older woman’s grip on her became firmer, holding her in place and yet there was a certain…affection to it.

“I need you to drink from me, Cinder.”

‘…DRINK?!’

The dark haired girl’s eye widened.

How could she…?

There was no way…

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess.

Salem had to see just how red Cinder was at that prospect.

Why would she suggest such a thing?

Was that even possible to…she couldn’t even finish that thought.

It was ridiculous…and yet Salem waited patiently for her to calm down again, keeping her close.

“I am aware this is unlike anything I ever asked of you, but this is the only other option I can offer. It is either this…or the actual healing period.”

The actual healing period…

A year and a half is what Watts had said.

A year and a half full of pain.

A year and a half without being able to vocalize her thoughts.

A year and a half of her being weak and frail.

Depending on others to get by, to clothe, to bathe, to walk, to…feed…

Swallowing harshly against the lump in her throat, Cinder’s eye rested on the dark nubs that build a stark contrast between the incredibly pale mounds surrounding them.

…should she really…?

“I won’t force you, Firefly.”

She could feel the grip on her loosen, the decision now resting solely on her shoulders.

Pain echoed dully inside her, promising a swift return at a later time.

‘I hate it!’

With a grimace, the dark haired girl nuzzled hesitantly against Salem’s right breast, liking her dry lips nervously. Squeezing her eye shut she darted forward, her mouth closing around a dark nipple, as she gave it an experimental suck.

Her master’s hand had found the way into her hair again, gently tugging at a few loose strands.

This whole situation was just too overwhelming!

She needed to get it over with…now!

Cinder sucked on the sensitive nub again, this time way harder than before and while Salem seemed rather indifferent to it, something…sweet hit her tongue.

Swallowing the strange liquid she repeated the motion.

The milk…if you wanted to call it that, tasted unlike anything Cinder ever tasted before.

The sweetness had something…addicting to it.

She took another sip.

Something…

She shifted against Salem, running her tongue over her nipple almost teasingly.

Cinder was hot.

The milk running down her throat felt heavenly, relieving her of the burning ache that had resided there, extinguishing it completely.

Her body felt light. Pleasurable shudders ran down her spine, making her back arch in tandem with the soft tingles traveling through her veins.

‘I…need…’

More!

She needed more.

Cinder shifted her position again, straddling Salem in the process, her hands pressing against her shoulders, as she confined her master to the pillows beneath her.

Releasing the nipple with a loud plop, the dark haired girl panted heavily, her eye glazed over, as she mustered the older woman with open hunger. Ignoring the clear amusement in those crimson eyes, her mouth descended on Salem’s other breast, lavishing on it with needy nips and bites.

“Hmmmnn….”

The soft purr let Cinder come to an abrupt halt, as she glanced up once more.

Salem had her eyes closed, a rather peaceful expression on her face.

The maiden couldn’t help but drink in the sight before her.

It was so fascinating…

So…

‘Beautiful.’

There was a storm inside her. A fiery one that made her dizzy with hunger.

A different kind this time.

She lapped at her master’s breast, desperately trying to elicit more such noises from her, while drinking as much as she could from her.

Her ears were ringing, any kind of pain long forgotten, as one of her hands trailed over pale, soft skin.

As soon as it came into contact with Salem’s other breast, Cinder couldn’t help but relish at the tender feeling, rubbing her thumb along the sensitive nub, which stood rock hard seeking attention.

“Hmmm…Cinder…”

The sigh filled the dark haired girl with a longing too hard to resist.

Without being able to stop herself she bit down on Salem’s nipple that still spilled its sweet milk into her mouth, causing the hand in her hair to firmly tug her away.

But instead of furious, crimson eyes there was only more amusement found in her master’s gaze.

“Now you are just being greedy”, she said, entirely too pleased with herself.

If these words were supposed to be a warning, they did nothing to dispel the fire inside the maiden. In a fruitless attempt to get back to the older woman’s round mounds, her left hand sneaked from her master’s shoulder, only to be intercepted by a gentle but firm grip.

Annoyance flashed through Cinder’s eye, balling her hands into fists, as she met Salem’s knowing gaze with frustration.

That is until she arched her right eyebrow and tapped lightly on the girl’s left wrist.

‘What does she-?’

Following her gaze a fresh wave of clarity hit her, when she examined the grimm claw speechlessly. She loosened the digits and watched in wonder when the hand obliged.

Just like that she was able to extort control over it like she never had before.

‘How?’

Her eye found Salem’s again, who observed her with something akin to a lazy smile.

“It seems like I was right in my assumptions after all.”

Her voice sounded far away and yet crystal clear as if it was originating from inside Cinder herself.

“Which is why you will remain by my side as we continue your treatment.”

Leaning forward, Cinder captured Salem’s lips. She had expected to be stopped by her master, to be chided again, but instead the older woman deepened the kiss, stilling the hunger that had eaten away at the dark haired girl.

This felt so much better than the pain she had had to endure for so long.

“Yes”, she rasped contently.

She would get back on her own two feet in no time.

Salem would make sure of that.

[fatesinthenight]

Dark's Heart (part 6)

Dark took you around the first floor. You go into the studio for Willford and Bim. You run around so excited looking the cameras, props, outfits, the set ,and even a stage for performances. While there you tell Willford if he still wanted to do that interview for fun.

"Yes!! My journalism skills will astound you." Willford winks at you and drags Bim to help him set thing up.

"Why did you have to humor him..." Dark pinches the bridge of his nose already hating this.

"Come on he asked. Besides it looks fun. And how about I do this and you can go off and do your work." You smile up a Dark. You did feel bad about keeping him from his work.

"I said it can wait. I don't want to leave you alone with him. Who knows what will do." Dark watches Bim set up two chairs and the lights and Willford curls his pink mustache at the ends to look good.

"Ok stay and suffer." You laugh. You go to sit at the chair that faces Willford ready for questions.

"Will please don't stab me at the end of this or shove a boom box in my face. I want to live to finish my shows." You give him your pinky.

Will takes it with his, "I promise for you. But the boom box is out of my hands." Will sits up and begins. "So (Y/N) you have become quite the internet sensation after the great boop. How are you handling your fame."

"Well I did have a run in with some not so happy people but other than that the community thought I was really funny and thought is was brave. I mean come on look at him." You look over at Dark. "He was asking for it." Dark rolls his eyes.

"True true he did. Speaking of that. What exactly is this thing going on between you two hmmmm?" Will raises an eyebrow and leans in.

"O that. Yea so Dark helped me out in a situation and now I owe him. So im here til the date has been done." You say smiling.

"Dark. That guy." Will looks at a brooding Dark. "Helped you? Well am I in an alternate universe now? Are still talking about the same man?"

"I know right? Yes sir that guy. But you know I own him now because of it so he so planed that. But you know while I got him here mind as well have some fun with the guy." You laugh.

"Ooooo your talking about the texting. I may have peeked at a few of those. Might I say the one about if he really is evil enough to steal candy from a baby was great." Willford saids smiling.

"He said you did that once." You look at Willford with a smirk.

"Hey that little brat took the last box of gummy bears. It was fair game." Willford tries to act innocent.

"Sure keep telling yourself that." You laugh.

"He does all the time." Bim saids holding the boom box.

"Hey hey Willford doesn't take shit from no one. But you get off because your so cute." Willford winks at you. Dark glares at Willford from that.

"Anyway moving on. You have been putting quite the charms are good old Darkiplier here." Willford tugs his suspenders.

"Really?" You look back at Dark smiling. "How so?"

"O he has toned down the evil. And I may or may not have seen a picture of you on his phone that the stares at from time to time." Willford wiggles his mustache.

"We are done here." Dark tugs you out of the seat. "Lets go."

You tug back. "Wait I want to hear more about this. its very interesting!" You tease Dark.

Dark picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. He gave no choice and takes you out of the studio. You yell back at Will and Bim that you had fun. Dark leads you to where the Googles take care of all the electronics and technology of the house. You go to Green, Red, and Yellow and ask who was the cutest out of the four. Green and Red said Yellow instantly and you laugh telling Yellow he was a sweet cinnamon roll. Dark takes you away again still over his shoulder to his office and only backs in for a peek and then takes you away. Then you look at Dr.Iplier's clinic to be greeted by him looking at you and Dark with a confused expression. He gives you a lollypop and you reach for it but Dark whisks you away before you could get it. You act like a kid and repeatedly smack his back saying no fair. He said he doesn't care and lets you continue to smack him, he smiles at your attempts to hurt him. He makes his way to the garage and you get a peek at the cars; one pink, another sleek black, a old truck, and a van. Next is the kitchen he only makes a walk around and you look around and then he heads upstairs.

"Hey are you going to put me down soon? Aren't you tired?" You ask.

"Are you questioning my strength?" Dark chuckles. "Please this is nothing. Although maybe you should consider losing a few pounds."

You smack him again. "Rude!!" Dark actually laughs. It takes you by surprise and it makes your heart skip a beat at the sound of him laughing softly. You smile happily to yourself.

Dark only walks around to show each ego's door to their room. The others poke their heads out of their rooms to see Dark walk down the hall with you over his shoulder. Host doesn't look out his room but can hear your voices pass his room and he opens the door to his room. "Host has the list that (Y/N) wanted for books... (Y/N) is in a states where they can not take anything at the moment however." Host holds the list to himself.

"Oooo I want it!! Please!!" You beg Dark to let you down. He does without question and you walk up to Host. He holds out the list and you take it carefully from his hands. "Thank you so much Host. I will read them all!!" You hug Host happily. He is taken back by it but he returns the hug shyly. You let him go and Dark drags you again. This time Ed pops his head out of his room with his calculations to prices for your games. You take it and hug him too and he bear hugs you. Dark growls at that and takes you again. You keep getting stopped by the others and you hug them all after talking to them. Dark finally had it and scoops you up again and takes you to his room.

His room is gray with all black modern style furniture. He has another smaller desk by a wall and beside it is a book shelf. A window that looks outside the front yard with a good view of the sun setting. He has a simple entertainment center with a flat screen T.V and the foot of his bed is facing it. Beside his bed is a small table with a lamp and his closet is open to show it is a walk in one.

"Fancy. Its so.. Dark." You say with a sophisticated tone.

"You actually went there." Dark groans. He puts you down infront of him. He didn't realize how close you were to him when he put you down. You were inches from each others faces. Your chest and his are practically against each other. Dark can feel your chest go out when you take a breath and he can clearly see the color of your eyes picking out every shade. You can see his eyes too, thinking they were black but then realize they have hints of brown to them. You both look at each other for a while then you turn your head and see music sheets on Dark's small desk.

"You write music?" You tilt your head. You walk to his desk and pick it up.

"I do at times. Helps me relax." Dark watches you looking through the paper.

"You relax? That's rare." You say still skimming through the paper. "Can I have a demo?" You look at Dark with a tilt head and soft smile.

The smile did it for him. That dam smile he thought. He takes your hand and pulls you into his void and your now in his office. You look around more. A large desk in the center of the room and a larger bookshelf off to the side filled with books and binders. then you notice the piano at the corner. You walk over to it, its so pretty and smooth and of course its black.

Dark sits on the bench and looks at you. "Well?" You sit beside him. He puts the sheet music up and puts his hands on the keys. His hands move so gracefully along the keys. The tone starts off heavy like a storm and then hits a high point. It goes deeper and deeper then suddenly stops and transitions to a lighter tone. You look up at Dark, his eyes are closed and he focuses on the keys. The sound is so sweet now and calming. It gives off a feeling of being content and at peace. It ends with a soft tone and Dark opens his eyes and looks down at the keys.

"Wow... that was amazing. Does it have a name?" You look at him curious.

Dark looks at you. "It doesn't. I don't usually name them."

"Well you should. Gives it good meaning." You smile up at him.

Dark studies you. You put your attention to the piano and play some keys randomly. He looks at your eyes, down to your hands on the keys, and then up to your lips. He just focuses on your lips remembering when he brushed his thumb over them as you slept. They felt so warm and soft, it felt different to him. He touched his own while you were distracted, more firm and cold. He had the sudden urge to test if he can warm his with yours. Dark faces you and leans in slowly his other hand beginning to reach your cheek to make you face him. But then your phone goes off making him back off.

"O shit its late!! I really should get going now." You look at Dark having no clue what he was trying to do. "Umm do you think you can just plop me back home?" 

Dark looks at you for a while longer before he answers. "If it gets you out of here sooner be my guest." He snaps his fingers and a void pops up. You sit up and walk to it nervous. "Im not going to send you to a different dimension if that what you are wondering."

"Somewhat disappointing but ok." You poke your head into it and are greeted with your bedroom. You come back out and face Dark. "Thanks for the tour. Your house is very lively. Got to end this last day with a bang right?"

Dark remembers the date is tomorrow. The last day he will see you. "If that's what you say then. Im just going to be glad to rid of you at this point."

"Awwww your so going to miss me. who else will send you all the texts and important phone calls." You laugh. "Goodnight Darkiplier. See you tomorrow for our date." You walk into the void and it disappears once you make it to your room. You get into pajamas and lay in bed. You start to think of all the fun you had and get sad. You don't want it to end. You think of Dark more and cuddle into your pillow more and blush thinking of his eyes.

Dark sits at his piano. He plays the soft part of the song he played for you slowly. He runs a hand through his hair frustrated. He thinks to himself why he almost tried to kiss you, why did he even think of it. Your date was it, your final day with him and he had been wanting to get it over with. Now he wants you to stay longer. To make an excuse to prolong it but he cant think of a good reason why. He begins to play a new tune he made on the spot. It sounds so soft and lovely. Comparing it to a feeling of longing and needing of you. It was a clear feeling of wanting you near him. Dark stops and takes out a pencil and writes down the notes.

Dark feels it again that thing in his chest thumping away. He clenches his chest, why does it do that the thinks. There it goes.

Thump Thump. He pictured your eyes.

Thump thump* He pictured your face.

Thump Thump* He sees your smile.

Thump Thump Thump* He thinks of how you feel so close to him.

Thump Thump Thump* Your lips so soft.

Thump Thump Thump Thump* The thought of his lips crushing into yours.

"(Y/N).... why do you do this to me..." Dark whispers.