#That's like the appeal for ghost whisperer right now for me is the straight couple in love with each other not cheating on each other

[lyssitalennon]

I'm officially turning into my mother I started watching ER and ghost whisper and law & order SVU if you ever see me post about Gray's anatomy take me out back like a sick horse!!!!!

[sohin-ace]

Dio - Stolen Dance

For immersion, listen to the Dark Waltz Music - Vampire masquerade collection on youtube. Oh boy

Especially 'Tonight Ve' Dance' that shit hits the spot for this fanfic. Trust me.

"Would you honor me with a dance, Y/N?"

'Hell no', was what you craved to answer to this charming yet cruel man. Dancing with him meant selling your very soul. You were about to dance with the Devil.

But you had no choice.

You tried to run away from him, from his toxicity, from his poison, but he always managed to get you back and trap you in his web. And now he offered his warm, destructive hand for a dance, just a single dance with him.

And you had no choice.

You could not refuse. You had no right to. It was oh-so reluctantly that you had put your trembling, cold hand over his possessive one. He pulled you towards him as the music played in the luxurious ballroom.

He laid his large hand around your corseted waist, pulling you to him and bringing your bodies a little too close for your own comfort. Way too close for a gentleman to conventionally be from a lady.

But he didn't seem to care one bit as your heart pounded heavily in your chest. He could probably feel it from this proximity. And he most definitely drowned himself in it.

You hesitantly, and regrettably put one hand over his broad shoulder in what you could only call a ghostly touch. You barely wanted to touch him and potentially show him a form of validation from his wrongdoings.

He engulfed your other hand in his own, relishing in the adorable yet terrifying size difference. If he wanted, he could just close his entire hand on yours and claim it as his. Just how he could easily close the distance between you and claim you just the same.

People were around. The ladies and gentlemen of the World. High class society, partying mondanely through the night. Couples dancing, businessmen meeting, Madames chatting.

Oh but in these decorated mansions, the families yearned to see newfound lovers, for what a sight it was.

Some were watching you in earnest and maybe even admiration, glad to see how the charming, handsome Dio Brando of the Joestar Estate was gracefully swaying in rhythm with the gentle, beautiful Y/N L/N, daughter of the Lord L/N.

Your face felt warm, burning almost and it was not a comfortable feeling. Maybe it was the close proximity between him and you, maybe it was all the unnecessary attention you were receiving, putting pressure and forcing shyness upon you.

Maybe it was the rising anxiety that built viciously within you and made yout heart pump violently in your chest, or maybe it was the pure hatred you felt towards the blonde man holding you captive within this very dance.

It didn't matter what it was, it felt horrible, suffocating. You could barely breathe, the room was spinning.

You were always taught to look at your partner in the eyes when dancing, but now your partner wasn't just anyone. It was Dio Brando. There was no way you could look up at his soul-piercing amber, no, crimson red eyes. Like gems of blood.

If you looked at them, if you even glanced at them...

"You are quite tense, dear." He released your hand briefly to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, letting cool air hitting your now more exposed cheek and temple. "Relax and follow my lead."

You wanted to scoff at his words. How could you relax when your only wish at the moment was to run away from him? Your family was nowhere to be seen, Jonathan was nowhere to be seen. No one was there and no one would help you.

"You stole this dance, Dio," You growled quietly, not wanting to gather even more attention to yourself. "But it will be the last thing that you'll steal from me. Heed my words."

You finally met his eyes to grace him with a glare and he only looked down on you with mockery and a hint of fondness. As if your anger was endearing to him. He hummed in amusement.

"Hmmm...? Do I take it that everything else will be graciously given to me...?"

Before you could even gasp at his scandalous assumptions, you missed a step and fell forward, right against his solid chest. He of course didn't waste a second in wrapping his strong arms around your small form.

You could hear the other guests whispering and chuckling, probably drinking in the sight and preaching how cute you both were. The beautiful Y/N L/N clumsily falling into the arms of the very handsome Dio Brando.

Like a princess and her prince, right from a romance story. It was really fresh to witness and people just couldn't wait to see you both engaged, you looked so perfect together. After all, in this mondane society, it was all about looks.

If only they knew the truth.

You tried to push yourself off of him as you laid your palms flat on his chest, but he held you there firmly. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest and the blonde leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"Let us go somewhere more private darling. I am tired of those curious eyes."

You felt like you were about to faint and really wanted to get out of that busy room, but surely not with Dio. As you didn't have much of a say in this, you let him guide you away, to one of the many chambers in the mansion.

He opened the door wide for you and you entered the empty, cold room bathing in darkness, not sparing him a single glance and went straight ahead to the large windows that lead to a beautifully decorated balcony.

You stayed inside though, as Dio closed the door behind him and went on his way to light a gas lamp that was laid on a night stand.

You gently pushed the silky curtains aside to glance at the moon outside. You stared at her magnificent silver light, completely forgetting where you were and that Dio was still in this very room.

You sighed, comforted by the moonlight. The moon was full on this cold night, it was the end of the year and it felt like the nocturnal satellite decided to show off all of her magic tonight.

Sometimes, you envied those legendary creatures who lived solely by the moonlight. Fantastical beings who could see the moon through all her phases and for as long as they lived. Werewolves, Vampires...

"...Beautiful, isn't it?"

You gasped, startled by his sudden deep voice so close to your ear. You swiftly turned around and glared at him, offended that his appearance tore you off your pleasant rêverie.

"Oh, please do continue. The moon reflects so deliciously on your skin, it is beyond mezmerizing."

"Yo-... you're losing yourself again, Dio!" You tried to sound strong and composed, but you couldn't help the slight whimper from escaping your throat.

"Maybe..." He lifted his large arm next to your head to fully open the curtain behind you, the sudden position flustering you as you felt trapped yet again.

You looked down as you contemplated fleeing. How many attempts was it now? You stopped counting after the 20th, but you wanted to flee again.

Not bearing the sight of his broad chest in front of you, you turned slightly back to the window and side-glanced at the beautiful garden.

There was a large maze in there. The thought of maybe trying to lose Dio there was very appealing. It turned your once melancholic and lonely expression into a softer, more relaxed one.

The moonlit maze alone filling your heart with an ounce of hope, the ghost of a smile reached your lips and eyes.

"What a sweet expression you are sporting, my love." The blond devil put his large hand on your cheek and turned your head to face him as he purred. "Although I delect myself more from your despaired expression."

Disgusting. This man was disgusting. You put a hand over his large wrist as a sign to tell him to let go of you, which he patently ignored.

He leaned forward, hovering dangerously over your face as he lifted your chin up, a soft smirk stretching his lips.

"Now tell me... what could my dove possibly be thinking about to make her look so beautifully blithe?"

You looked downwards to the red brooch on his tie, the ornament suddenly more distracting than his dominating burning gaze on you.

"I was thinking of getting away from you. It gets me going." You spoke the unfiltered truth with bitter sugar dripping from your voice.

The man before you froze upon hearing those words. Were you challenging him? Him?! The Dio Brando?

You drove him so crazy. Oh you drove him to such unfathomable frustration. His blood was boiling and pumping ferociously in his veins.

His entire body cringed, his fists balling tightly. He ground his teeth as his eyes widened in pure rage. Or was it rage? No it was deeper, more twisted than that.

It was lust.

He needed to gather all his self-control to prevent himself from breaking something or rather someone right this instant.

Yes... He could break you. Oh and it would be so easy and so satisfying, too. Nothing could quench his thirst more than destroying every inch of you at that moment.

You were such a nasty pest, you were so terribly problematic, no wonder he was so infatuated with you. So obssessed with you.

You were bad, maybe as bad as him. You pushed on all his buttons like no one ever did and yet, you played the cute little perfect girl in front of everyone else.

You made him so insane, so mad. He wanted you all to himself. He yearned for you to get your revenge on him, to be infuriated with him. He craved you right here, right now. He loved that you hated him.

Swiftly, he pressed his weight against you and pushed your body flush against the window as you gasped in surprise, barely able to even react at the forceful contact.

He was quick to catch your wrist and pin it next to your head as you tried desperately to push him away, your other hand uselessly resting on his much stronger arm.

You tried to squirm away, but his body meddled with yours in an emprisonning cage. You couldn't hide your panicked pants anymore.

"You damn woman..." He breathed in a shaky hiss right next to your heating ear, his tone way darker now and his eyes half-lidded. "Do you even realize what you are doing to me?" He spat with venom but also with dripping excitement. "You are in deep trouble, darling."

He nuzzled his face in your exposed neck, drenching himself in your sweet scent and you shuddered, his hot breath on your skin making the hair at the back of your neck stand.

Your heart hammered alarmingly inside your chest as his malicious hold triggered your Fight or Flight response. This was bad. Real bad. You struggled against his grip, writhing and pushing him.

But struggling against him was futile, useless. So useless, useless, useless...

"I hate you, Dio Brando. There's not a single piece of you that is remotely redeemable!" You growled in his ears through exhausted pants. "Hear me when I say this, I despise every inch of your disgraceful being, Dio-ugh...! I hate you with all my might...!!"

"Yes!" He grunted hungrily as he put his free hand around your hips, leaving no space between your body and his, feeling all of yourself against him. "That's it, that's what I want to hear! One more time... Scream it."

"You disgusting bastard... You have no shame..." You squeezed your eyes shut, you refused to cry. Never for him. He didn't deserve it.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... Please." He was crazed, Dio lost himself, yet again. "Sweet Y/N, let me make you mine... Be mine... I know you want this..."

Just like that, the man above you craddled your body like his most prized possession, teasing the pulsing point of your neck with his lips, tongue and teeth. He clutched your hips and wrist in a bruising grip and you knew there was nothing you could do.

"I'm going to ravish you, destroy you..."

And so he did.

[volturicangetit]

A.V - Mind reader

Summary: You are new to the Volturi due to your gift, mind reading. When you finally have a proper meeting with Alec it goes better then you could have ever imagined

Request: YES/no @cullens-stuff​ : Can I request 2 and 15 with Alec Volturi please! (Aged up ofc!) 2 “ I think I just fell for you. Get it? ‘Cause I just fell on my fucking ass. ”. 15 ” I want to kiss you so badly right now. “Warnings; swearing, kissing

Warnings: swearing, kissing

Wordcount: 1621

Being a new member of the Volturi is scary. It terrifies you to your core. You have a gift, mindreading. Since Edward wouldn't join the Volturi, the kings have been searching for someone with similar powers to him. That's how they find you. They send out Demitri and Felix to get you. You knew that they would come for you. You read it in the minds of vampires around you. You weren't scared to go with them, no, you wanted to go with them. You were just scared that they might hurt your coven members.

A soft knock in your front door alerts you. You hear the minds fo the two people standing in front of your door. Both are thinking in a language you don't understand. Is that greek? You make your way to the door while trying to keep your steps as silent as possible even though they have probably already heard you. You open the door to see two men standing there. You know their names, everybody knows the names of the Volturi. "Are you Y/L/N?" Felix asks. A shudder runs down your spine as you look up at him. You get why they use him to scare people. You nod, moving a bit to the side so that the men can enter your home. You close the door after them once they've entered. "Yeah," you say.

"But, please, it's just Y/N,". Both men nod, not paying much attention to you. They look around at your apartment. You can hear them judging your decorating choices in their heads. "I am sure that you know why we are here,' Demitri says. You nod looking at the floor. You're too afraid to look directly at them, scared to anger them in any sort of way.

"Will you be coming with us? I am sure that the masters will not be happy to hear if you would not." Felix says. The formality of their vocabulary makes them even more frightening. You nod again. "Yeah, I'll-I'll come just let me, please let me grab my bag?" you ask. Demitri nods and you quickly make your way to your bedroom. You know that both men are not liking that you still kept your human habits like going to 'sleep' every night, but you can't seem to shake the habits.

You quickly spot your pre-packed bag sitting on your bed. Since you knew they would come, you packed up your stuff ahead of time. You grab the pack and look around your room for one final time. The moment would be emotional to you if you couldn't hear the loud minds of the two Volturi members judging every bit of you, from your appearance to your home. You quickly make your way to the living room again. "Are you ready to go?" Demitri asks to which you nod. He walks towards your front door and mentions for you to follow him. He walks out of the door, followed by Felix. This is it. This is the final times you'll leave your home. You take a deep breath before stepping out the door. A new start.

Living with the Volturi is scary. Even though you are still a lower guard, the masters like to keep you close due to your ability. During trails, Aro kept you standing next to him while he held your hand. Due to his gift, he could read other peoples minds through you. When you weren't needed you stayed mostly in your room. The higher guards, especially Felix, still scare you too much to be comfortable around them. But you guess that that is when they are for, scaring people. The library also became one of your favourite hangouts spots. Most of the guards don't bother to enter it let alone pick up a book. It's too ' human ' for them to read of pleasure. This is only fortunate for you since you prefered being alone in the castle.

You scan through the book on the shelves, trying to find new titles to read. Your latest fascination has been astronomy. The stars are way more visible in rural Italy then they were in your home town, which has caused you to gain an interest in them. You had already picked up some books to read, holding them in your arms while finding a couple more. You are lost in the books until you hear another mind enter the library. Throughout your stay, and with a lot of practise, you have learned to partialy block out the thoughts of other. Sure, mind reader can be nice but constatnly hearing others thoughts can get crowded in your head. You turn around see who entered the libary. They are standing way closer to you than you imagined, causing you to bump into to them, lose your balance and fall on the ground. The books scatter around you with a loud tud. You look up at the person standing infront of you. Alec. You can hear him apoligize in his head and try to make himself help you up, but he stays still. Help them! God, just help them get up.

"I think I just fell for you," you say softly. If the vampire could blush, Alec's cheeks would have turned bright red. They fell for me. Do they like me? You hold your hand out for him. He shakes his head quickly before he grabs a hold of your hand and helps you stand up. "Get it? 'Cuz I fell on my fucking ass?" you say as you whip the dust of your clothes. Alec quickly lets out a very forced chuckle.

He nods his head. "Yeah, that's-that's a good one," he says. You nod before going to grab the books from the ground. Alec quickly springs into actions and helps you pick them up into he acidentaly bumps his hand against yours and lays it on top of yours when you both reach out for the same book. He quickly retracs his hand and mutters out an apoligy. When you finish picking up the books, you both stand up straight again and look at each other. An awkward silence hangs over you two. You take this time to take a good look at Alec. He's pretty. A couple of freckles are littered over his cheeks as his soft brown locks frame his face perfectly. Say something, this is your chance, dumb ass.

"So," he breaks the silence. "How are you liking living here?". That's the dumbest question ever. You shrug as you look down at the ground. "It's different. But a good kind of different. It's nice to be able to use my gifts for good,". Alec just nods at you, staring wholes into your skull.

"You never talk to use a lot, you know? You are kind of like a ghost around here," he says with a laugh. You frown a little. Did people think of you as a ghost? Sure, you didn't come out of your room a lot but you thought that people wouldn't mind that. O no, are they sad? Did I say something wrong? "But, a...a good ghost! The fun kind, you know? The pretty kind." Alec quickly adds.

You give him an awkward smile before making your way past him. A reading sesion in the library suddenly isn't an appealing idea anymore. You hear Alec having an internal debate with himself before he quickly runs over to you. His hand grips your arm before he quickly spins you around. You are now closer to him then before. Close enough to smell is scent. Wet grass and lemon cakes. "I am sorry I just...I like you and..." he rambles. "It isjust hard and this is going sound weird but I think that we might be mates and...". He stops himself from talking. He looks at your face and glances down at your lips. He takes in every detail. Every imperfection and every beauty mark. All are beautiful to him. "I want to kiss you so badly right now" he whispers out.

You nod softly, clutching the books closer to your chest. "What's stopping you?" you ask. Fuck it. He places on hand at the back of your neck as he pulls you closer to him and closes the gap between you by pressing his lips against you. Even though his skin is hard as diamonds, his lips feel soft against yours. He softly moves his other hand to the small of your back. You melt into his touch. Your mind goes blank as the feeling of euphoria washes over you. To caught up in the kiss, you forget the books in your hands. Your grip losens on them as they fall to the ground, landing on both of your feet. You quickly break the kiss as you apoligize. "It is alright," Alec says. He quickly grabs the books from the ground using his inhummanspeed. He hands them over to you. His hands move up to your arms, rubbing slow circles on them.

"Do you want to go on a date sometime?" he asks. Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes. You nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. A smile breaks out on his face. "Great! I will pick you up at your room tonight, are you free?". You nod again, gripping the books tighter in exsitment.

"I have to be at a trail at six but I'm free after that," you say. Alec nods before he plants a final kiss on your lips. A warm, fuzzy feling washes through your body at his touch. "I'll see you then, cara mia,". Joining the Volturi was definetly a good idea. A really good idea.

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[its-ya-boi-autumn]

I adored your soft Feitan! Could you do an NSFW prompt with soft Feitan? Thank you so much I adore what you write!

Absolutely! I can try my hardest to do some soft bdsm (if that's even possible) soft dom fei (I made this while listening to WAP) this was supposed to come out Thursday but I got stuck playing Among Us until 6am

His hands felt cold against the skin on your stomach, mixing then the heat of the bathroom wall, dripping from the steamed shower. You hadn't even gotten the chance to get in the shower yet when your boyfriend decided to get himself worked up over a photo of you on Instagram. Simply you in a rather revealing suit, not too long ago out with a couple friends at the beach. The summertime temperatures were slowing down quickly and you figured it'd be a good time to go to the beach one last time.

It was when you'd gotten home that you'd noticed something was off about Feitan. He seemed angry and upset at first, not paying any mind to you as you mentioned going to shower. Now he had you pinned beneath him, lips attaching themselves to the exposure of your sensitive neck and hands exploring across your body, teeth gnawing at your skin in different spots. You gasped when his canines sunk into your shoulder. The ghost off a smirk played at his lips. Fingers roamed beneath the hem of you swimsuit top before moving towards the back to untried it. Feitan undid the bottom knot before moving to the top and untying that as well. Once he disposed of the pink fabric, his hands immediately gripped tightly onto your breast, causing you squeal in pain as his nails managed to dig into the soft flesh.

“Oh what? Am I hurting you y/n?” he chuckled to himself. You turned your face away from him as he repeated the action, making you whine again. His thumbs toyed with the nubs, pinching and squeezing hard enough to break skin. As he sucked kn your neck his fingers took your hard nipple between them and pulled before releasing and smacking your tit hard.

“You like that sweetheart?” he cooed at you softly. You could only manage a nod too focused on his other hand which traveled down your body slowly. His right busied it self with your breasts while the other yanked at the ties on your bottoms. He threw them to the side before dipping his hands between your legs, smirking delightedly.

“Ah~ I’ve barely gotten started and your already nice and wet for me.” his words went in one ear and out the other. Your knees felt weak so you dropped before him, setting your hands down in the tops of your thighs to keep from touching him or yourself.

“I didn’t say you could sit now did I?” he was treating you like a dog, not that you minded much. Instead you answered with a shake of your head, aware that there might be punishment for doing anything out of turn or without his orders. Feitan let it slide, simply scoffing at you before undoing his jeans and letting himself free. He looked a lot bigger up close, making you blush at the sight. He didn’t say anything, waiting to see if you’d make a move without him telling you to do so. You wanted to, yet you were afraid if you did he’d punish you for it.

“So now you decide to wait for my demand? How cute.” he pulled you forward onto his cock, hand under your chin to guide you. You opened wider to avoid grazing his skin with your teeth. Feitan, surprisingly, didn’t like teeth. Wrapping your lips around the shaft you took him deeper, wincing as his tip touched the back of throat. Feitan sighed softly above you. You took a little more control and began bobbing your head along him, taking care to avoid grazing your teeth against him still. Feitan's other hand came down, fingers lacing through the locks of your hair before fisting them, pulling you into him more. You focused your breathing through your nose so you wouldn't end up choking on him and have to pull off.

Eventually, his grip on you tightened which caused you to squeeze your eyes shut. You chanced a glance up at him to find his brows knitted together, signaling he was about to cum. As appealing as the idea of Feitan finishing in your mouth sounded to you, he didn’t seem to share the same thought, quickly yanking you off at the last second and letting out a long, deep breath. You were up and standing again in a second, front facing the wall while he lined himself up with your entrance.

"I guess teasing you won't be needed dear." his breath puffed against your ear, commenting on your wetness. It took everything in you to keep your hands against the wall. The urge to touch yourself becoming overwhelming while he slowly eased himself into you. The uncommon feeling of his cock slipping between your folds sent shivers across your pelic and lower back. His hands lifted your ass a little to allow a better entrance for himself. A shaky sigh left your mouth while he bottomed out into you. His fingers moved to dig into your hip bones, bruises already imminent on your skin. Not that you minded of course. You were used to marks being left and you loved them.

Feitan let his face fall into the crook of your neck, his teeth finding purchase in the most sensitive areas while his own hips started thrusting forward at a punishing pace. The curve upward was a straight shot to the sweet spot found deep in your core, the tip slamming against it relentlessly. Your forehead hit the wall, eyes screwed shut to feel nothing but him. You refrained from crying out in fear that he’d punish you for it later. You wanted nothing more than for him to finish inside of you, meaning you had to behave. You’d do only as you were told.

Feitan must have sensed your thought process, a sudden smack lighting up the skin on your ass. A gasp emit from your lips, eyes wide and body shuddering at the impact. One of his hands left your hip and wrapped around your throat, pulling his chest closer to your back. The fabric of his shirt rubbed up against your bare skin which was over stimulating in its own way.

“Just like that, yeah?” his voice whispered against the shell of your ear. The hand not around your throat slipped between your legs, parting your thighs a little more to open your entrance bigger. His fingers then toyed with your clit, squeezing your throat as he pressed the bud harshly. A whine of satisfaction signaled your surrender to his control as his thrusts got sloppier, skin smacking against skin. At this point your knees wobbled at the sheer will to stand up, the general area around your thighs and lower stomach tingling with pure euphoria, goosebumps raising the hairs over your body. There was nothing to hold onto either and touching Feitan may have resulted in punishment. And you were just so, so close.

Your sweet moans grew louder as his grip tightened around your body, fingers working generously over your clit and his other hand choking you out as if he wanted you to fall limp before him. Black spotted your vision in the corners of your eyes before feeling the sudden urge to piss.

“Feitan...” your voice whimpered out a low sound of his name. Curses fell from his mouth as your walls tightened around his dick. You knew he hated it but you couldn’t help it. Needing to come your nails scraped the wall, creating a sickening sound of erosion. He said nothing as he continued his strokes quickly, the last few signs of his oncoming orgasm throbbing inside of you. Twitch he finished himself first. At the feeling of the liquid running hot against your walls, the coil in your lower stomach snapped as you came undone. His hand let go of your neck and your head fell forward instantly. You didn’t care for the pain that shot through your head as Feitan rode out your orgasm. You let out a small cry of agony at the overstimulation of him pulling out of you. You fell to your knees again, turning so your back would be against the wall, taking another glance up at him.

“You may want to shower, the water will get cold.” he fixed his belt before leaving you in the bathroom, completely worn you with legs shaking and leaking from your core.

[abraxos-is-toothless]

This is my piece for the @aftgexchange and is for @kaijuusandkryptids! I really loved all of your prompts and had no idea which on to choose but I settled on Matchy Couples Costumes. I really hope I did it justice:) Pairing were difficult to choose too but I went with Renison, something I have not written but there is some Kevin and Allison friendship for you!!

Enjoy and I really hope you like it<333

Warnings: implied sexual content, I never go into too much detail really.

Edit from in my drafts: Tumblr wouldnt let me post and that’s why it is a bit late, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.

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Halloween was one of Allison’s favourite times of the year, mostly because she got to play dress up. The parties were fun, eating a bunch of candy without a care was a bonus but fuck, getting to dress up in a matching costume with her ridiculously beautiful girlfriend was the best part. This year, Renee had agreed to let Allison surprise her with their outfits so now, she was currently walking around a very extravagant costume store with an incredibly grouchy Kevin Day. The makeup she wanted had already been tossed into Kevin’s arms, along with a few tubes of glitter she thought would look perfect on Neil. “Seriously Allison, why can’t you carry your own shit?” She rolled her eyes, thoroughly done with the asshole’s whining tone.

“Because I need to use my hands to search for things, Day. And also, it means you can’t stop me from choosing your costume this year.” Kevin hadn’t dressed up last year when even Andrew fucking Minyard had. Allison was not allowing any bullshit this year. When he opened his mouth to quite obviously complain, she threw a set of sparkly fishnets in his face. “Shut the fuck up, you’re doing it. You promised.” The two of them had become very good friends over the last two years or so and honestly, he was a lot more fun than she’d first thought. They were sneaky with making bets about the other Foxes; they would help each other with their outfits for the day and would also gang up on sweet baby Neil when he wouldn’t eat properly. The two of them made quite a formidable team.

“Fine, just, nothing too out there. I don’t want to spend hours trying to take off while I’m drunk.” Allison nodded in satisfaction, planning on not listening to what he just said, at all. They were just passing through the ‘Superheroes’ section when her eyes snagged on something, causing her to smirk. It was a Captain America costume, the fabric tight but stretchy, which would show off the body Kevin worked so hard to keep. It also came with fancy boots, a weird belt and most importantly, the shield. She squealed internally, pulling it all off of the rack and handing it to Kevin who grimaced slightly but wisely kept his mouth shut.

“We’ll have to find you some better underwear or you’ll be able to see it under the costume. That or you could just not wear any?”

“I’m not going commando, Ali.” She gave a very bored sigh.

“No fun. Now come, I need to go to the couples section.” Her heels clicked against the floor as she dragged Kevin across the store, grabbing odd accessories and things just in case she needed them in the future. You never know when a girl might need fake glasses.

All of the matching costumes were either very cliché or ones that nearly all couples used every single year. Allison could make their costumes of course, but it was a week and a half away and she just did not have the time for that this year. Maybe next year she and Renee could make them together.

She was just beginning to think that none of the costumes in front of her were any good when her eyes caught on a Sexy Cop outfit and an Inmate outfit right next to it. They were pretty cute and the Cop came with a range of accessories, including the main thing that Allison was drawn to. Handcuffs. The two of them had been experimenting in their sex life lately, trying new things and the thought of one of them being tied up was very appealing. Allison grabbed both costumes and chucked them at Kevin who raised a dark brow at her choice. “I thought you were going for something different than everyone’s usual this year?”

“Don’t question me, Kev.” With a flick of her hand they were moving again, piling everything up at the checkout. The poor cashier’s eyes widened at the array of items before putting them all through. Kevin tried to pay for his own before she glared at him, handing him all of their bags as she put everything on her card.

On the drive home, they stopped to get food for the whole team, Kevin complaining about all of the calories and that they should get something healthier to which he received a smack of the back of his head. When they got back to the tower, everyone was gathered in the neutral zone of Matt, Aaron and Nicky’s room, per request after she had Kevin text that they were bringing food. Andrew and Neil were curled up on a beanbag together, causing Allison to wink at Neil, receiving a glare from the monster in return. Matt and Dan were throwing peanuts into each other’s mouths while Nicky kept some kind of score. Aaron had his nose buried in a textbook as he always did. Last, but definitely not fucking least, her gorgeous Renee was dutifully clearing up any stray peanuts that did not make into mouths. “I have arrived you heathens, except you baby,” she smiled at her girlfriend who blushed in return, “and I bring good food and some little gifts.” Aaron’s head shot up at the mention of food, getting up to form a circle on the floor with the rest of them.

It was all devoured quickly, Nicky stating that he was now to live on the couch, too full to move. Allison ignored the over dramatic idiot as she passed Kevin’s bag to him before rifling through the rest. She pulled out the fishnets she’d picked up and chucked them at Dan. “For you babes. Matt can’t take his eyes off of you when you wear them.”

“Damn straight, she’s fucking stunning in them.” Matt grinned at his girlfriend, putting his arm around her shoulder. Next she grabbed a bag of ghost shaped marshmallows and passed them over to Andrew. He simply nodded quickly before tearing open the bag, staring at Kevin as he should three into his mouth. Neil caught the tube of glitter she threw, looking down at it confused.

“You looked good the last time I put it on you, Josten. Andrew likes it too.” The blonde glared at the tube, the tips of his ears turning pink.

Renee moved over to tuck herself into Allison’s side and tried to look in the bag that held their costumes. She quickly covered Renee’s eyes with her hand. “Ali, can’t I see what you got us?” Leaning down, she pressed her lips to the shell of her girlfriend’s ear and whispered;

“That’s a surprise. You’ll have to wait until Halloween.” Renee shivered, pulling the hand over her eyes away from her face, tilting her face up and Allison couldn’t stop herself from placing a kiss on her perfectly pink lips. She never wanted to stop kissing her, because kissing Renee made her feel as though she was the luckiest girl in the world. She always let out a little, contented sigh when their lips touched and if Allison were standing, her knees would have given out.

Halloween was going to be a very fun night.

oOoOo

There was one hour until the party started and Allison had never been so excited. Renee laughed from her seat on the bed as Allison pulled the bag with their costumes in from the wardrobe. Turning, she held the bag in front of her chest and asked Renee, “Do you want to be the bad guy or the good guy?” Renee’s smile dropped slightly and her eyes took on a sort of faraway look. When she spoke, it was almost inaudible, as if she didn’t want anyone to hear.

“I like to think I’m the good guy, now.” It made Allison’s chest feel tight, her heart breaking at the tinge of sadness in the other woman’s voice. She knew that Renee still struggled with her past, still struggled to accept that she wasn’t that person anymore but Allison was always there to help her, to remind her. She knew exactly who Renee was and she didn’t care about any of the things she had to do before.

“Love?” Renee looked back to her apologetically, realising she’d gone off into her head again. Allison pulled both costumes from the bag, holding them out in front of her. “You want to be a Sexy Cop or a Cute Inmate? If you’re the Inmate I get to put you into cuffs.” She wiggled her brows, relishing in the way her girlfriend’s cheeks turned pink and she ducked her head.

 “I think I would like to be the Inmate, if that’s alright with you?” She mumbled, looking up at Allison from under her lashes. Allison bit her lip and Renee’s eyes darkened. Standing from her spot on the bed, she walked the short distance to Allison slowly, gently taking the costume from her hands. “I’m going to go and get ready with Dan or else we won’t be going to that party at all.” She winked and was out of the room before Allison had the chance to say anything back. Letting out an unsteady breath, she layed the costume out on the bed, stripping herself of everything until she was bare. Walking over to her draws she caught a glimpse of her body in the mirror. There were still a few hickeys littering her body. Some lighter, almost yellows ones on her hips and thighs, and a few much darker, purple looking ones on her neck and shoulder. She loved seeing Renee’s marks on her, loved feeling the tingles when she ran her fingers over them lightly. It reminded her that she was wanted, that she was cherished.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, she continued her way over to the set of draws in her room, pulling out a set of lacy red underwear knowing it was a set Renee favoured. If the night ended the way she wanted, she was going to get to tease her girlfriend endlessly. The costume came with fishnets which were pulled on first, followed by the tiny little shorts and cropped shirt. The belt was a little awkward at first, but Allison managed to get it on, attaching the cuffs, a fake radio and what looked to be a fake taser. Allison put her hair up into a high ponytail that swung from side to side as she walked and she finished the whole thing off with a pair of black, leather thigh high boots. She had only ever worn these once for some stupid outing but they fit perfectly with what she was wearing now. She also remembered the heated look she received from Renee last time, so it was an easy choice to make. Her look would not be as extravagant as it could be and she rummaged around for some of the new makeup she had bought on her shopping trip with Kevin. There were still a few tubes of glitter left, including blue which she decided to put a light layer of across her collar bones. She noticed she'd also managed to pick up a can of spray glitter for her hair in gold. Well, she was already glowing anyway; why not glow a little more?

With a last, quick glance over her form in the mirror, Allison nodded to herself, proud of what she achieved. She looked fucking hot and no one could tell her otherwise. Pulling her phone from its charger to check the time, she was shocked to find that there was still a half hour left until the party, and at least an extra twenty minutes before people really started to show up. Usually, it took her at least an hour to deem herself fit to be seen by people, other than the rest of the Foxes who had undoubtedly seen her in worse conditions. With time to spare, she ventured of to Andrew, Kevin and Neil’s dorm, by passing the sound of Dan and Renee laughing from within Dan’s room. She wanted their reveals to be a surprise, to watch as her girlfriend ran her eyes over Allison’s form and to feel the shivers that wracked over her skin as a result. She knocked lightly on the boys’ door, waiting for the soft ‘come in’ before entering. There would be no making that mistake, ever again. Andrew was on the sofa, a rainbow lollipop in his mouth, staring directly at Neil. The redhead looked close to drooling at the sight. Neil jumped and stood quickly when Allison cleared her throat, causing her to whistle lowly at the sight. He was wearing a tight, long black dress that scrapes the floor a little as he moved. There were two slits down the sides that exposed his runners’ legs and the sleeve straps hung off his shoulders. “Neil, baby, what are you dressed as?”

The boy blushed, looking down at his feet as he mumbled, “Andrew says he wanted me to be a ‘damsel in distress’ because apparently he’s always saving my ass.”

She looked to Andrew with a raised brow. “So you are his ‘knight in shining armour’?” There was a scoff from the tiny blonde man.

“I have no fucking idea what you mean.” He grumbled, despite the fact Allison could clearly see the fake armour he had on, including a fake sword laying next to him on the couch.

“So you just wanted to see how hot he looked in a pretty dress, then?” She smirked. Hazel eyes glared at her before Andrew returned to his lollipop.

Neil coughed as if clearing his throat, blush still staining his cheeks. “You might want to go help Kev, he’s been complaining for a while about his costume.”

Allison rolled her eyes but nodded, moving towards the bedroom. When she walked in, Kevin was trying and failing, miserably, to zip up the stupid suit. “Hey idiot, why didn’t you just ask for help?”

Kevin just huffed before turning his back to her, gesturing that she should do it instead. When he was all zipped, she clipped the belt around his waist before handing him the shield. He looked damn good and if she wasn’t happily in love with the girl of her dreams, Allison would have been all up on that. “Spectacular Kev, you look really good.”

“You look really great too, Ali. Renee is going to love it.” More voices sounded from the other room, indicating more people had joined them. Allison heard Matt first, shouting something before he laughed at something. Nicky’s screeching soon followed, most likely having spotted what Neil was dressed in. If Matt had arrived, that meant Dan and Renee would have come over with him. Allison’s nerves picked up at the realisation, wanting to rush out there and show Renee what she had on and to see how Renee looked in an orange jumpsuit.

“I know how I look Kevin. Not great, I look fucking amazing.” He laughed, shaking his head as he threw an arm over her shoulder. They walked out together like that until Kevin joined Matt when he was offered a beer. The warmth of his arm disappeared but it was soon replaced with a different kind. The kind of warmth that only a lover could give. Allison’s eyes found Renee immediately, her jaw dropping slightly, heat pooling low in her belly. The jumpsuit fit her girlfriend in all of the right places, tight enough to show that beautiful figure but not so tight that it was restricting. As she ran her gaze over her body, Allison zeroed in on Renee’s left wrist, where she had secured the cuffs so that they dangled. As if she had broken free. If so much work hadn’t been put into this night, Allison would have already dragged Renee back to her room and not let her leave until morning. Her thoughts were interrupted as a soft hand took hold of one of her own, fingers interlacing. Tilting her head down just slightly, Allison watched Renee bring a cup to her mouth and sip carefully, and then pull it away, the tip of her tongue poking out to lick her bottom lip. Allison couldn’t stop the quiet little noise she let slip. Her girlfriend chuckled lowly before asking innocently, “Ready to party, A?”

Hell fucking yeah, she was.

oOoOo

It was midnight and almost everyone was either passed out or incredibly drunk. Allison had thought they all would have lasted at least another few hours, but it seems some had started drinking before they had even got to the party. She was currently sitting in one of the two arm chairs, Renee draped across her lap with an arm around her waist, who was laughing at Nicky trying to dance with Kevin. The latter had just tried to lower the former into a back dip; until he dropped him. Nicky only looked upset for a moment before he burst out in laughter. Matt was forming some kind of speech in all of the ways he loved his ‘most precious Danielle’ whilst the girl in question tried to shut him up. Aaron was tucked off in one of the corners making out with his cheerleader, and Allison hoped to god they went back to one of their rooms before the two of them started fucking right in front of everyone. Neil and Andrew had disappeared a few minutes ago with a soft ‘goodnight’. She had the faintest impression that Andrew was thoroughly done with the way Neil kept teasing him in that sinful dress.

She was just about to ask Renee if she’d like another drink when her girlfriend leaned in to trail kisses up her neck. Her breath hitched, catching in her throat when Renee reached that soft spot just below her jaw. The hand Allison had on Renee’s thigh tightened and she bit her lip against a moan when teeth grazed the skin of her ear. “You want to get out of here now, Ali?” All she could do was nod, letting out a breath as they stood and Allison grabbed hold of the cuffs, dragging her girlfriend from the room, ignoring the wolf whistles from the other Foxes.

The journey from the basement back up to their dorm room passed in seconds with how eager they both were to finally be alone. The minute they were safely inside of Allison’s room with the door closed, she had Renee pressed against it, hands pinned above her head as their lips crashed together. Renee tasted sweet, like apples and raspberries from the drink she’d had and her body was pliant and soft underneath Allison’s hands. She gasped when there was a bite to her lip and Renee took that chance to deepen the kiss, realising sounds that had her thighs rubbing together. With a quick tug on the smaller girls’ wrists, Allison dragged them both backwards towards the bed, turning them at the last minute so that Renee was laid out underneath her. Stripping Renee slowly, she ran her lips and tongue over soft, pale skin as it was exposed gradually, inch by inch. Allison loved the sound of Renee moaning. They weren’t forced, fake and ridiculously high pitched. They were quiet, music to her ears and most importantly real, letting her know that Renee enjoyed the things she was doing. When Allison had her girlfriend bare beneath her, she pulled Renee’s left wrist up to the headboard, followed by the other and looped the cuff through it but not trapping her yet.

Breathless and panting she asked, “Where are the keys, baby?”

“In your bra.” Her eyes widened, before they narrowed when Renee smirked.

“When the fuck did you put them in there?”

“When you were too focused on the feel of my hand between your thighs, but nowhere near where you wanted it to be.” And with that, Allison closed the cuffs around her other wrist. She leaned down slowly, stopping when their lips were a hair's breadth away so that when she spoke, Renee could both feel and hear it.

“Someone has been very, very bad.”

“I’m so sorry officer, is there anything I can do?”

“Lie still like a good girl for me, will you?” Allison waited for a nod of confirmation before she pulled away, retreating to stand at the foot of the bed. Strip teases had always been fun to her, she loved the way Renee groaned and let out soft pleas for her to speed everything up, but tonight she wouldn’t.

Every movement was slow and deliberate, leaving her in her lacy red bra and panties before she crawled back over Renee who was now letting out frustrated whimpers. From there on out kisses, touches and everything in between stayed slow, at the exact pace Allison wanted for the night.  Her girlfriend was writhing beneath her as her had disappeared between two porcelain coloured thighs, the strength of them revealed when Renee tried to close them.

Renee fell apart and was pushed over that cliff's edge over and over again by Allison’s clever hands mouth, and even filthy, encouraging words that were whispered in her ear. She watched her girlfriend fall limp against silky sheets, enjoying the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Pulling the key from her bra, she reached up and released Renee, caressing her wrists gently as she fell onto her side next to her. Renee tried to reach for her, tried to pull her closer, eager to return the favour But Allison shook her head.

“But you haven’t-”

“And I’m okay Ren, I wanted this to be about you.”

“Ali...”

“Hush. Time to rest now.” She tucked a few sweaty strands of hair behind Renee’s ear before lazily dragging her fingers up and down the girl’s back. The touch did as it was intended to do and soon enough, Renee’s breathing had evened out, tucking her head into the crook of Allison’s neck with their legs tangled together.

She would never understand how she got this lucky but was so fucking grateful that she was. Renee was the light of her life, the one she loved most and Allison would do everything she possibly could to show her, to prove that she deserved her. Placing one last kiss to the crown of Renee’s head, Allison let herself drift, content and comfortable in protective arms that were always there to hold her when she needed them most.

Happy Halloween, indeed.

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Really hope you liked it!! :D

[mypersonalrambling]

Pas de Trois

Warnings: Sexual themes/ Smut, Language

Pairings: Bill x Reader, Female OC x Reader, Bill x Reader x Female OC

Requested: Kind of by @youaremyfamiliar, she encouraged me to write this

Summary: Y/N attends an event at a sex club finding more than she ever could have imagined

Author’s note: This idea sparked from a conversation with @youaremyfamiliar. She insisted I write it, not that I mind! Also thank you Becca for proofreading, coming up with the title, and finding the perfect gif! She was the motivation throughout this entire piece. She’s incredible for letting me rant and bounce ideas off her. 

When you walk into the discrete sex club, your heart is pounding through your chest, your hands sweaty, your legs feeling like jelly. This was the most adventurous thing you’ve ever done. Usually, your routine remains the same, rarely straying from comfort. You found this club by chance, browsing online dating when an advertisement sparked your interest. The advertisement stated, Do you need something new in your life, join our club today. Their website didn’t showcase much information. The only thing made clear on the site was that it isn’t for the close-minded. You are far from close-minded, however, your comfort zone isn’t the broadest. A particularly brave night, you signed up for them to send you the address and time of the next event. 

Fast forward to tonight and you can’t stop staring in the mirror, trying to decide if your outfit is appropriate for the occasion. It’s a simple black dress; it fits you perfectly, hugging in all the right places, showing off all your amazing assets. You pair it with a pair of red shoes to accent the outfit. You take one last look before heading out, not wanting to arrive much after opening. There aren’t many people here, arriving early has its advantages. You’re able to pick a seat where you can almost see everyone coming through the door. You intently wait for someone who sparks your interest, to walk through the door. You determine if no one walks through in the next half an hour, you’d leave and pretend tonight never happened. 

A few moments later, an elegant woman steps through the door. Her aura radiating through the room, almost everyone turns to peer at her. She appears to know her influence, giving a sly smile, flipping her hair behind her shoulders, then moving farther into the room. She takes her time moving throughout the main room, her eyes carefully scanning. Once her eyes land on you, she barely breaks contact. Her demeanor changes, her confidence turns to excitement. Sitting down next to you, she turns her legs until they’re brushing against yours, she must have been able to sense your nervousness. “First time?” 

“Yeah,” you say barely above a whisper. “It’s my first time, I wanted to try something different. I’m always doing the same mundane things every day. I wanted to push myself out of my comfort zone for once.” You are unsure why you felt comfortable enough to spill your guts to her. It was as if she was already in the depths of your brain. 

“Well, these events can go multiple ways. Some like to observe, others like to participate, you can also do both. There will be several activities going on at once. You can float between them, usually keeps things interesting if you do. Private rooms are available if you are shy, although this probably isn’t the right place even if you are. The more hardcore entertainment is on the lower level, trust me it’s not for the faint of heart. Rules are put into place to protect all parties involved. You can go about this how you’d please, but I would recommend using a nickname or even a different name. I’m E, what do you want to be called?” 

“I’m Y/N, I think for now I will observe. It’s easier to get a feel that way. Do you go to these events often?” You question, shifting so your legs are facing her, your knees touching, her skin was warm against yours. 

“I’m here enough to know the place. If you don’t mind me asking, are you looking for anything in particular?” 

“No, thought I’d see if anything or anyone caught my interest,” you say, your eyes gliding down her entire body. She takes notice, taking the chance to give you once the over as well. E’s hand on your thigh sends sudden shivers down your spine.  

“Well, is anyone catching your interest?” The question was little more than a formality. There is enough sexual attention between the two of you for the answer to be clear. E stands up, extending her hand offering to help you up. She leads you towards one of the rooms that branch off of the main room. You soon realize this place was bigger than you originally thought. There are a couple of rooms that branch off from the main room, though you soon realize those rooms have even more branching from them. 

E pulls you to a smaller room, others already in session. Your eyes glued to a woman who is being walked around the room by a leash and collar. She appears content, used to this treatment. The man leading her sits down, then propping his feet on her back. He talks to a few other participants in the room, three other pairs are engaging in the same activity. You swivel your head to the other side of the room to see a woman tied to a chair, legs spread for everyone to see. Another woman was walking around inspecting every inch of the woman tied, tapping body parts with a crop. 

All of this was fascinating to you, it opens your eyes to even more than you know is possible. E leads you to the corner of the room, towards an empty couch. However, the two of you don’t sit down. She wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close enough for your chest to be pressing against her. She leans in, pressing her lips against yours. The kiss was soft at first, in no hurry. You can tell she is conscious of your reaction. She is careful not to push you too quickly. Without explaining, you knew she would never try to make you do anything you don’t want. You deepen the kiss, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck, pulling her as close to you as possible. 

E’s phone began to buzz, causing the two of you to break apart. She replies before staring at the door. You wonder if she had been waiting on someone this entire time. Is she just using you for entertainment while she waits, you wonder? That was until you saw a man heading towards you, he was tall, well dressed, dominance radiating from him. You aren’t the only one who stops to stare. Others watch him walk towards you, sex appeal emitting from him.  If you saw him on the street, you would take a second look. 

“Nice to see you again E. Who is this?” His eyes ran the length of your body, pausing to admire your features. His look makes you feel naked; it was as if he could see through your clothing. He is not attempting to hide his gaze, you believe he loves the way you squirm. 

 “Bill, this is Y/N. This is her first time here.” E states motioning towards you. You give him a slight smile, still unsure of who he was. 

“Is that so?” His question laced with intrigue. “And of course you would be the one to guide her.” 

 “Of course, couldn’t leave her to fend for herself. Doesn’t hurt that she’s gorgeous.” E, ghosts her fingers down your back, her hand stopping on your lower back, hovering just above your ass. 

“She certainly is. So, tell me Y/N, do you have anything you’d like to try?” His voice was deep and sultry. He appears to be sure of himself, bordering between confident and cocky. You never imagined finding one person to spark your interest, let alone two. 

“Uh, well I don’t know. I didn’t come with anything in particular. I wanted to see if anything caught my interest.” You should have expected to explain yourself multiple times, though it was becoming annoying rather quickly. You don’t know what all you want to try, but what you knew was that you want E to fuck you. Her hand resting on your back began to feel as if it was burning through your dress. You turn towards her slipping your arm around her waist, pulling her close. You return your lips to hers, the softness astonishing you, they are silky, plump; you could easily kiss them for the rest of the night. The fact Bill was close, watching caused excitement run through you. 

Even though there are others in the room, you are only focused on E. Her hand was now resting on your ass, the other ghosting over your throat. E was far from shy, when you don’t pull away from her hand she tests the water even more. She wraps her fingers around your throat, at first not applying pressure, that was until you slide a hand to lie on top of her’s, squeezing it to let her know you want her to choke you. It takes no more convincing; she squeezes your throat, causing you to moan into the kiss. 

You’ve all but forgotten about Bill until he let out a soft fuck. Opening your eyes you see him watching closely. His hand is pressed to the front of his trousers, trying to relieve some of the pressure. The two of you pull away breathless. Bill breaks the silence first, “Do you mind if I join you two?” 

“Really? Usually, you only want to watch.” E’s voice laced with surprise. 

“Yes really... I know, but I don’t think I can just watch tonight.” He was speaking to E, but he can’t keep his eyes off of you. 

E takes notice, “Oh, I see. It’s because of Y/N,” she falls on the couch, pulling you with her. You are now straddling her lap, Bill standing behind you. Her hand now grabbing your ass, nothing held back. “She is stunning, isn’t she? Think you need a taste?”  

He sits down on the couch next to the two of you, “Yes.” His voice is deep, strained sending arousal straight to your core. 

You thought E was going to let Bill have you; Instead, she grabs one of your hips with one hand, slipping the other under your dress. She runs her fingers the length of your core, the thin fabric of your panties not providing much protection. She swiftly moves your panties to the side, using her fingers to collect your juices. She slips her hand out, bringing them to her lips, sucking each one dry, E’s eyes lock with Bill’s. “Hmmm, she’s sweet, gonna have to taste her more. Would you like that Kitten?” 

“Yes, god yes.” The thought made you grind down on her. 

“Eager, aren’t we?” E maneuvers her hand back to your core, there is no preface this time. She thrusts two fingers into your core, immediately curling them to find your g-spot, your body jerking when her fingers find it. She knows you coming undone will taunt Bill more than he can handle. E uses her thumb to rub circles on your clit wanting you to reach your orgasm quickly. Bill’s hand was still on the front part of his pants, only when you look at him does he rub himself through his pants. 

 E starts to thrust faster, she was showing no mercy, determined to have you come as quickly as possible. E’s other hand is still firmly planted on your ass, switching between squeezing and harshly tapping. Your hands are planted behind her, trying to steady yourself. You began to feel a tightening in your stomach, your legs shaking, sweat forming on your forehead. As your high washes over you, E never stops, letting you ride out your orgasm. You don’t realize how loud you are being until you open your eyes, and see a few people standing around you. 

 E starts to bring her fingers to her lips, however, Bill grabs her wrist bringing them to his instead. Seeing him suck your juices off E’s finger sends a warmth through you. You push yourself up and move so you are straddling one of Bill’s thighs. Bill’s hands immediately flock to your body. Though he had just got done sucking her fingers dry, that doesn’t stop him from taking another taste. Bill slips his fingers between your thighs, “You’re soaked Kitten,” his voice was barely above a whisper. 

 You buck when he runs his fingers along your slit. He removes his fingers, much to your dismay. You don’t want to stop, the friction of his pants against you giving immense pleasure. Bill watches in awe, loving that you are getting off just by riding his thigh. His hand roams your body until finally grabbing onto your waist. You were quickly approaching your second orgasm of the night, Bill letting you have control, that was until you begin to slow down. He uses his hands guiding you, shifting his leg so it’s perched giving increased friction. Your hands are firmly grasping his shoulders, doing your best to continue moving. Bill begins to slightly bounce his leg causing a different sensation, the minor vibration enough to tip you over the edge, your second orgasm rushing through you. 

 You still, trying to catch your breath and steady your shaking legs. Bill proceeds to hold onto your waist, waiting until you have time to recuperate. You ease yourself off of him, embarrassment washing over you when you notice the giant stain on his pants. “Oh, I...I’m so sorry.” 

 “No, don’t be sorry, it’s fucking sexy.” He says standing up, not seeming to care about the wet spot. You’ve almost forgotten about E until she stands up, grabbing one of your hands, Bill grabs the other. Bill leads the three of you towards a different room, some of the people following as well, wanting to see how this plays out. When you walk through the doorway you knew instantly this was the main playroom. People are spread out, many engaging in different acts of sex. You’ve never been privy to this many people fucking at once. There is a giant bed in the center of the room, which sits untouched. It is clear that no one has used it tonight, the sheets still crisp on the bed. Anxiety begins to rush over you, he can’t be leading you there, could he? Sex with two people at once was mind-blowing enough, having sex with around fifty people watching, you might just explode. 

 If you hadn’t been holding on to Bill’s hand, you would have stopped dead in your tracks. He will not let that happen, however, he pulls you along only one thing on his mind. E is behind you, she appears calm as if she does this all the time, hell maybe she did. You are thankful you have yet to run into anyone you know. You aren’t sure if you can handle it. You notice the lights are dim, no music playing as there was near the bar. When you reach the bed, Bill swings you around him until you are lying on the bed. 

He takes no time at all to rid himself of his shirt and bottoms. His body is near perfect, it’s clear he works out, but also clear he likes to eat. It is your turn to take him all in, you can’t help but gaze at his cock. It was outlined in his boxer briefs, showing off the thickness and length. Even without seeing it in the flesh, it intimidates you. The bed dips beside you, bringing you out of your trance. E is only in her intimates, you’re now the only one left fully clothed. As much as you want this, you are conscious of everyone in the room, most of their attention is now focused on the three of you. 

E can sense your hesitation, she throws a leg over you so she was straddling your lap. Leaning down, she attaches her lips to your neck, sucking, sure to leave a mark. Running her tongue the length of your neck, she takes one of your ear lobes in her mouth, slightly nibbling. She lets go whispering, “Relax, no one here will judge.” 

Hearing her advice, you do your best to follow her instructions. You let yourself become consumed with the feeling of her on top of you, finally, you can feel yourself relax. E takes that moment to push your dress up until it was bunched around your breasts. Leaning up E finishes taking it off you. The bed dips again, Bill now leaning on the bed. He leans over far enough to help E removes her clothing and yours. You put your attention on E, forgetting about everyone else in the room. E’s hands massage your breasts, rolling your nipples through her fingers, pinching lightly. She slides down until her face is level with your breasts. Popping one into her mouth, running her tongue around your nipple, nibbling it between her teeth. 

The bed shifts again, Bill moving until he was kneeling on the ground. Suddenly you are being pulled until you are sitting at the edge of the bed, E moving effortlessly with you. He shifts so your right leg is thrown over his shoulder, your left leg hanging off the bed just enough for your toes to touch the floor. He nuzzles your thighs, leaving small kisses in his wake. When his nose grazes over your pussy, you’re unable to contain a whine. That gave him the motivation to become more aggressive, barely taking a moment to simultaneously wrap his mouth around your clit and thrust two fingers into you. You’re trying to concentrate on one thing, however, there are too many feelings at once. E is focused on your breasts, her skin against yours was hot, you could feel her wetness dripping onto our thigh. You find enough energy to slip your hand underneath her until they are running the length of her core. 

E moans around your breast sending vibrations through you. She is eagerly grinding down on you, trying to cause more friction. Your fingers easily slide in, her wetness encasing your fingers, you collect some with your thumb, using it to rub circle eights on her clit. E’s body reacts almost instantly, the muscles in her stomach contracting, trying to hold her orgasm off, wanting to enjoy the moment. This only makes you want to see her come undone faster. You thrust your fingers harder, applying more pressure to her clit, 

Bill suddenly removes himself from you, stepping off into the distance. Your mind only had to wonder for a moment before your back in your previous position, however, this time soft vibration is added to the mix. The new sensation causes your legs to close around Bill’s shoulder, still sensitive from your previous two orgasms. Your attention was pulled away from Bill when E starts to clench around you unable to hold off her orgasm any longer. Bill becomes more aggressive by thrusting three fingers in, almost sending you over the edge the moment he did, “Want you to come with her.” His voice cuts through the room with an assertion. It didn’t take long before your pussy was clenching him. A few seconds later both E and you are attempting to catch your breath, letting both of your bodies relax. Bill is sure not to let a drop of your juices go to waste. “So sweet, I could eat you all night.” 

E plops down beside you, still winded from her orgasm. You bring your soaked fingers to your lips, licking them clean, “Not as sweet as E,” you inform Bill. He looks harder than before, which you hadn’t thought possible. He helps both of you so you could lie fully on the bed. He lies beside you, ghosting his fingertips over your skin, placing kisses in their wake. You look around the room, to see many watching, waiting for you to continue. Many were palming themselves through their pants, others are fully exposed. You try to focus on one thing, however, it was almost impossible. There are so many eyes trained on you, it no longer seems intimidating. Now you are liberated, all these people were turned on due to you, they wanted to see more. 

Bill caresses your core, bringing you out of your thoughts. You push yourself until you are kneeling next to him. You lower yourself until you were level with his cock, it’s begging to be touched, the tip red leaking pre-come. You place a kiss to his tip almost as a thank you, he lets out a moan already sensitive just from being between your legs. You wrap your lips around him, taking as much of him as possible, only stopping when he hits the back of your throat. Your pace is antagonizing slow, wanting this to last. Your eyes lock with E’s, watching her position herself over his face, so she was facing you, waiting for the green light. 

 Bill pulls her down by her hips urgently as if he’s never eaten in his life. You keep your eyes focused on E watching her ride his face, her eyes also focused on you. You continue your leisurely pace loving to watch Bill’s body react. His stomach would clench the more you took of him, his fingers clench harder around E’s thigh. Although you love having his cock in your mouth, you want to give him even more. Popping him out of your mouth you nudge his balls with your nose, testing the water, making sure he will find pleasure from it. 

 When he doesn’t seem to mind you take a ball into your mouth, rolling it, softly sucking. You can feel one of his legs shift beside you, a muffled moan is heard sending vibrations into E. Using your other hand to stroke his shaft, his cock almost instantaneously starts to twitch in your hand. You remove his ball from your mouth to lick a stripe up his length, wanting to feel his come run down your throat.  

You re-lock eyes with E, watching her reach her second orgasm of the night. She’s steadying herself with a hand on his chest, her fingers trying to grasp something. You watch as her legs shake, having a hard time holding herself up. Bill’s hands are resting on her hips, holding her down, knowing how sensitive she is. Seeing E come again, makes you more determined to have Bill come in your mouth. You, for the second time that night wrap your mouth around him, except your pace is much quicker. You’re wanting him to come and come now. One of Bill’s hands suddenly shoots down to grab a handful of hair, not long after hot spurts of come are running down your throat. 

Once you are sure you swallowed every last drop, you take him out of your mouth. The three of you lie there, exhausted. You aren’t sure if you had an ounce of energy to continue. E flops herself down to Bill’s side, you’re lying between his thighs, your head laying on his stomach, your face mere inches from his cock. 

A few minutes pass before any of you remotely move. You force yourself off the bed in search of water. Thankfully, you don’t have to search for long. You grab three bottles heading back to the room: the fact you are walking naked in front of tens of people doesn’t faze you at this moment. Handing each of them a bottle of water, you sit down waiting to see what the next round would entail. This time you take control instead of waiting for either of them. They appear relatively recouped from their highs. 

Bill is lying on his back, you throw your leg over him lazily lowering yourself onto his cock. Simultaneously, you and Bill let out a long moan. Bill lets you take the lead knowing how sensitive you are. You barely have any energy left after already having three orgasms. E is nowhere in sight, she left a few minutes ago, but you can’t think about her at the moment. Bill’s hands are roaming your body, having a hard time deciding where he wanted them. His skin felt coarse against you, it’s easy to tell he works with his hands. He shifts his legs so his feet are planted on the bed, giving him the angle needed to drill into you. His assault was short-lived when E comes back into focus. She is carrying a large item in her hand; the closer she becomes, the more you can see what she has. She was carrying a dildo, attached to a harness. E buckles it making sure it’s securely fastened. When she is satisfied she climbs onto the bed, positioning herself behind you. 

A slight panic runs through you; you’ve only done anal a few times before and never with strangers. You do your best to relax, E lubes two of her fingers, rubbing them over your puckered hole. “Relax, Kitten it’ll make things easier.” You know E won’t proceed if you are against it. You do your best to follow instructions, relaxing your body, just then noticing Bill had stopped all movements, letting E take control. She slips her middle finger in letting you adjust before gently thrusting it in and out. When she feels you’re ready, she slides her forefinger in, not giving much time at all to adjust. She alternates between thrusting and spreading them apart, trying to make sure you’re prepared as possible. 

After determining that you are sufficiently prepared E spreads lube along the length of the fake cock, she generously applies more to your already lubed hole. The head nudged you, it takes all of your willpower to remain relaxed. Abruptly Bill was rubbing your clit doing his part to help you relax. E pushes in gradually until your back is flush with her chest. She and Bill give you time to adjust. Bill moves first then E takes his lead, matching his speed. You can feel the cocks rubbing together through the thin layer of skin separating them. You’ve never had two cocks in you at once, the pleasure overtaking you. 

You remain relaxed letting them take control. E’s hands are on your breasts, massaging, rolling your nipples through her fingers. Bill has one hand lain on your lips, guiding you, knowing how tired you were. The other makes its way to your throat, his hand big enough to cover it entirely, he squeezes it, producing a new level of arousal, shooting straight to your core. All of it together it’s euphoric, you’re body experiencing pleasure it’s never been privy to. You almost cannot comprehend it, the bliss is flowing through every nerve in your body. “Doing so well, Kitten. Can you feel how full we’re making you feel?” Bill’s breath is rough. “That’s right E, keep moving just like that.” 

“Feels so good, never felt this…” the words lost as E and Bill’s speed picks up. They slam into you at the same time, knowing just how to cause you the most satisfaction. You lower your upper body until your chest is pressed against Bill’s. E shifts so she can continue thrusting at the same pace. Bill uses one of his long fingers to rub your sensitive bud, causing you to jerk. You knew this next orgasm will be the last of the night. 

 “Come on Kitten, know you have one left for us,” his voice was gruff, strained, trying to hold off until you’ve come again, “Want to feel you come around me.” You use all the energy you have left and bounce back against E, a new slapping sound entering the room. Your eyes are barely open, only able to see a few observers standing behind the bed. You stop trying to keep your eyes open the closer your orgasm becomes. You let the enjoyment swallow you, nothing at the moment is more important. You can feel Bill twitch inside of you, trying to hold off until you come. Bill applies more pressure to your bundle of nerves, while E’s hands never stop massaging your breasts. 

Your legs shake, your stomach clenches, your hands trying to find something to grasp. Not long after you are clamping around the two cocks, Bill came not long after. The strap on E was wearing must have a small vibrator, she shakes behind you, her grip tightening on your breasts. 

The two of you lie on the bed in a pile not having enough energy to move. You can see some observers have left, knowing the show was over. Sweat is pouring off your body, drenching the sheets. You know by the time you get up, the sheets will look as if someone ran a marathon while wearing them. The bed is big enough for you all to lie on without having to touch each other. E was the first one to move, she quickly disappears out of your line of sight. You make yourself get up to gather your clothes, finding them bunched off to the side. You are just glad no one had taken them. You make your way to an empty room, hoping no one comes in. You sit in one chair, not ready to get dressed yet. 

The door opens, however, you don’t care as long as they leave you alone. Thankfully, it was only Bill; he sits down in a chair opposite from you. You sit in the private room, gathering enough energy to dress and call a car. Scrambling to find your phone, you order a car hoping it’ll be here by the time you finish dressing. Bill is already completely dressed before you’ve put on your bra. “Well, that was fun Y/N, hope you got what you were looking for.” You look at him, his hair wild, still sweating from the night. 

 “Yeah,” your voice soft, still trying to process the events, “More actually.” Your hands are shaking as you try to slip back into your dress. He nonchalantly zips your dress wanting to take his time, still admiring your body.  

“Here let me help you.” Bill holds the dress while you shimmy into it. Even though he’s been touching you all night, the feeling of his skin against yours still causes a spark in your stomach. E made her way into the room fully dressed, never would you be able to tell she had a long, rough session of sex. 

 “Well, you two it’s been fun. It was nice seeing your interact for once Bill. Y/N, I hope you come back soon.” She gave a kiss on the cheek to each of you. She’s barely turned away before Bill’s attention was back to you. 

 “I hope so too Y/N, maybe next time it can just be the two of us,” he leaned down to whisper the rest, “Please come back, I don’t know how long I can go without tasting you.” He kisses your cheek, a little longer than necessary, although it still isn’t long enough. He exits, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You can hardly believe the events that transpired. You are still unsure of whether this was nothing but a dream. If you had only had sex with just E or Bill, it would have been an exceptional experience, but being able to experience both of them at once is wonderful. You aren’t sure if you could tell anyone about tonight, although it almost made it even more special. You can’t let go of what Bill’s last words, does he crave you that much? Should you come back or would this be a one-time thing? You only know that you don’t think you’ll be able to stay away from Bill for long. 

You receive a message, the car is waiting outside driving your thoughts away for the moment. You wonder if the driver knows what resides behind the discrete door. If he does, he gives no indication. You know that the ride to your place will be short so you won’t fall asleep. The night runs through your mind like a movie. You know you’ll be reliving tonight for a long time, if not forever.

[neverendingparable]

➳♥

SEND ‘➳♥’ AND I’LL GENERATE A NUMBER 1-34 FOR WHERE MY MUSE WILL KISS YOURS

On the cheek

The year is 2309A in the Greater Solar System of Circinus II, a few million light years away from the remains of the Milky Way Galaxy. The annual auction of the royal family Zophaëe has started a few hours ago, and still people are trickling in from all kinds of galaxies, moving past security at a space snail’s pace (which is theoretically slower than an earth snail. Earth snails stopped existing a few centuries ago).

The gigantic ballrooms were decked with enough decorations to give anyone, headless or not, a real migraine, but the hosts have prepared for enough music and refreshments to keep everyone in high spirits. Amongst the tables upon tables of brightly colored fruits, sandwiches, cakes and other oddities from different planets, were dispensers filled to the brim with colorful pills and edible phials.

Stellan de Grammont, undercover as Magnus Fawkes, eyed them with interest as he absently weighed a glass in his gloved hand, filled with one of the only beverages that wouldn’t alter his state of mind or body. Apparently it was something like juice, although the smell of it had made him wonder.

“Hey, Morgan,” He nudged the man standing next to him, surveying the crowd with a smug smile. “What do you think these things are? Candy? Drugs?”

‘Morgan’ — or Neil — glanced at them and smirked. “Drugs, clearly. And not the ones you get in the 24 hour galactic store, either. One drop of these on a sober stomach, you’ll be hooked for life~”

Stellan frowned. “I thought these were illegal.”

“Well, sure. But look around you, Sommers. Do you think anyone gives a flying fuck?”

Neil gestured around them. Where one looked there were jewel adorned faces, extravagant modifications like a delirious fashion show fever dream. Some guests wore the skins of endangered species around their necks, others had dresses spun of hair from their very servants. Some were carried around even, and others hid their entire beings behind wisps of smoke and contained glowing gasses, barely interacting with anyone as they stood in whatever spotlight they could find and pretended not to be trying.

It was the collection of the most arrogant, out of touch beings the entire galaxies had to offer and unsurprisingly, some of the worst criminals who had been saved from death row by their names or heritage.

Stellan barely tried to hide his distaste but fortunately, no one was paying them any attention.

Admist laughable fashions and odd clothing combinations, Morgan and Magnus Fawkes barely stood out themselves.

They were dressed decently, a cross between old fashioned suits and billowy victorian-era clothes, inspired from the late Earth. Neither of them would be caught dead wearing what half of the other patrons were, and with their outfits being just dramatic enough to melt into the crowd, they found that no one spared them more than a passing glance as they moved their way from the first buffet, further into the gigantic mansion of Zophaëe.

“So where is Belfour?” Stellan whispered as they pushed past a group of men arguing about the right way to pronounce their hosts' name.

“Not too far away,” Neil glanced at his watch, then ducked as a glass of spacepagne went flying over their heads. The men from before were throwing hands, alerting the attention of a couple security guards who were standing watch nearby.

They didn’t give the Fawkes a second glance.

“Perfect. Our opening.”

With the guards pre-occupied in soothing the outrage, the entrance to the highly exclusive ball room was merely a slip away. This is where their target stood, amongst thousands of glittering dresses, suits and masks.

The heavy doors shut behind them and a few patrons glanced over at the Fawkes. Stellan tried his best to look normal, putting on a bad attempt of a poker face he had seen Neil do a thousand times, but he was sure he just looked incredibly guilty.

Neil had a better idea. He strode in like he owned the very castle itself, not even gracing anyone with a look. The message was clearly radiating off him.

I don’t give a fuck about any of you.

No one called them out or asked to see their tickets. Despite the main event being open for all guests, the ballroom itself was something special. It second as an auction room, where only the richest, “worthiest” people will be allowed to throw a generation’s life savings of money for the most inane trinkets. Even within such a stuck up party, the ballroom made the rest of the guests look poor in comparison.

Stellan hurried after Neil, not wanting to get separated for even a moment. His eyes darted around nervously. He was out of his league here. This wasn’t the first time they had been undercover, and certainly not the first time they had been planning on stealing something right from under the noses of a hundred paranoid royals.

He wasn’t like Neil, he couldn’t simply fake it at the flip of a switch - but if he blew his cover now, they’d both go down and-

“Hey.” Neil’s voice brought him back to reality. It was quiet so the others don’t overhear. Stellan looked up at him.

The other’s expression was concerned for him, eyes scanning the slight panic on Stellan’s face. If he wanted to go, Neil would get him out of here. But furthermore, he trusted Stellan. Trusted him to have his back, to be his partner. If Neil didnt think he could handle it, he would’ve kept him behind.

The knowledge was reassuring enough. Stellan breathed out slowly and managed to return Neil’s worried gaze with a reassuring smile.

“I’m alright. Just…nervous,” he muttered as the two merged with the crowd of dancing guests.

"If worst comes to worst, I have three backup plans for any situation." Neil replied gently. "Just relax, we'll be done in no time."

Stellan nodded and, trying to regain some of the confidence he had felt earlier, offered Neil an optimistic smile. "I know. They can't catch us, we're professionals after all."

His husband smirked. "We are, aren't we?"

Just then the music picked up again and the conversations died down as the guests found their partners and fell into one of the popular ballroom waltzes.

Neil offered Stellan his hand and he took it, tensions already dissipating. It was feeling like an ordinary trip again. They loved balls and went regularly, which came in handy now because they were moving towards the second part of their plan. It required stealing from one of the most powerful men in this royal intergalactic party while hundreds of watchers were dancing right alongside of them.

Neil was leading them closer and closer to the target, who was spinning with a masked dancer in the middle, unaware of what went on around him.

Belfour was drunk. Close to dead drunk. Stellan could smell the alcohol off of him, furthermore he recognized the look of a hopeless alcoholic taking advantage of an all-you-can-drink bar. 

Except Belfour was rich, careless and arrogant enough to disregard the personal spaces of the other guests. He spun and flailed like he was the only one in the room, jerking his dancing partner around a bit too aggressively. 

The masked dancer seemed to be annoyed, but clearly they stuck around, hoping to appeal to Belfour’s generous side if they buttered him up enough. So they batted their eyelashes at the drunk fool, ignoring how Steneil came closer and closer, until-

Stellan ungracefully ran straight into the masked dancing partner of Belfour, knocking them into another couple nearby. The cry that followed alerted several guests around them, who stopped and stared.

“Sorry!” Stellan shouted over the music.

“GET OFF ME!” The dancer shrieked. Their mask had fallen off, and up close Stellan could see they weren’t as human as he had suspected at first. In their proximity, he could see small scales charmed as human.

He got up and pulled them to their feet, apologizing loudly and profusely, keeping everyone’s attention on him as he fussed over them. They batted away his hands, hissing back in an angry tongue.

Belfour stumbled over, slurring half hearted condolences to his partner. 

And Neil:  Neil was taking the opportunity of slipping his hand into Belfour’s coat, snatching the enchanted pocket watch out and into his own pockets. Or- that’s what he had planned to do.

That moment, Stellan and Neil figured something else out about Belfour. He was rich, alcoholic, classless, arrogant…and very paranoid.

Almost instantly, an ear splittering shriek of the alarm filled the air. Everyone froze. All eyes landed on Neil, caught red handed, and Stellan, pale as ghost.

“Hey-” Belfour slurred angrily. A knife appeared from somewhere, but Neil was much faster. In an instant, he had yanked the priceless object all the way out of the man’s coat and with a twitch of the wrist, a knife had cut a deep gash in the expensive fabric.

All hell broke loose after that. Belfour roared with anger (“DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS COST? THIS IS WORTH MORE THAN YOUR LIFE!”) and even Stellan couldn’t help but stare, a strange satisfaction of seeing the piece ruined distracting him from the situation.

Neil grabbed his arm. Right, they were about to make their harrowing escape. Guards were closing in, some guests had drawn their own weapons and Belfour was ready to pound them into dust with his meaty fists alone.

They had two seconds max before someone was going to start stabbing them and five to get out of the building before they drowned in guards.

“Well Neil,” Stellan sighed dramatically as they were surrounded. “I guess this is it. There’s no way we could escape now. Better just give up now.”

Neil smirked. “I wouldn’t be so sure, Sommers.”

He reached down and twisted one of his rings. Just as the first guard was about to clamp down on Stellan’s shoulder, the two were jerked up into the air. The familiar sound of beating wings made Stellan smile and he wrapped his arms around Neil, who was now sprouting two large bat wings and the smuggest expression he could muster.

The security guards readied their guns.

Their weapons had nothing on the level of intensive planning the two had done. Stellan tossed a little capsule onto the ground beneath them and it exploded upon impact, causing smoke to rise up.

Neil freed one of his arms and shot through the roof, the now useless protective sigils breaking under his gun’s laser beam and then they were out, the confused guests and shouting guards getting smaller and smaller beneath their feet.

“COME BACK!” Belfour screamed at them, rage in his voice. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

“You’re going to have to come and catch us!” Stellan shouted back at the man waving his gun at them in a drunken tantrum and grinned. 

“Don’t you think you were cutting it a little too close for a moment, Neil?” 

Neil scoffed. “I’m a Time Lord, Sommers. I have aall the time.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Stellan answered and kissed him on the cheek. “I always had faith in you and your batty wings.”

By the time security had assembled and found any remaining traces of their ship, Neil and Stellan were halfway across the Universe, the priceless artifact dropped off safely in their collection and the thieving pair already plotting their next dramatic heist.

[valkyrieskwad]

Saw an anon mention this elsewhere but: Lena as Morticia Addams and Kara as Gomez Addams

have this, buddy

____

“Aliens are cool,” Sam had said. "Aliens are like superheroes with more oppression and less adoration. Trust me, dating an alien is probably one of the best things you can do for yourself.“

“Okay,” Lena had said.

“It’ll be good,” Lena had said.

And then they created her a profile for one of those dumb-as-shit cross-species dating apps.

x

It’s two years later, and Lena’s still wondering how she managed to fall for an alien that sees dead people, how she roped herself into spending the better part of the past eighteen-months knee-deep in supernatural bull-shit.

How she ended up in a goddamn car ride with a malevolent doll-spirit that’s done enough fucked up shit she makes Annabelle look like Polly fucking Pocket.

“I mean, if we want to be technical, it’s probably Single Ladies, that made her whole career,” Kara says, nibbling her lip and flicking through all the Beyonce playlists on Spotify. Because we need to find the best one, she whined, after Lena complained she was clicking through songs too fast. “Seriously, it’s what crossed her over from former girl-group-Beyonce-the-break-out-star, to appealing to mass audiences and being a household name.”

“You’re rambling,” Lena points out, making a slow left turn and grimacing when she notices it’s an unlit street shrouded by trees and probably fucked-up shit.

“Not rambling, ’m just saying—”

“It’s not about the argument, babe. I’m all on board for Single Ladies being revolutionary, but you only ramble when… there’s something wrong. Is someone in the car?”

“Just Reign back there, following my eyesight through the rearview mirror. Always hate the doll ones, so creepy. Remember when we did the first Midvale one, and—”

“Babe,” Lena cuts her off, and Kara’s temple twitches underneath her black wig. 

Gomez fucking Addams.

Kara’s in a full-on mustache and suit, hair slicked back and parted down the center since she thought it’d be the best idea for their couples’ costume to be Morticia and Gomez Addams. So Lena got all done up, even bought a fancy long-sleeved black lace dress and new matte-red lipstick, hair straight down and tangle free–

And then, right before the party, Kara decided they needed to make a delivery. She said it was the  delivery. The last one.

Which, in hindsight, is one too many bad decisions but Lena’s a big enough idiot that she just rolled with it. She said okay let’s do it and then they went and picked up this doll, and now if they let the car get too silent, the god-fucking-awful creepy as shit piece of stuffing and porcelain scratches up the radio to play a slowed down, eerie version of, “They’re creepy and they’re kooky, mysterious and spooky, they’re all together ooky…”

“Kara, seriously, is there someone in the car with us other than the doll?”

“He’s sitting right behind you, says he’s looking for his wife,” Kara whispers, and Lena can tell it’s bad because she stops scrolling the playlists and turns the phone screen off. “He’s not a good guy, Lee. You have to pull us over.”

“Kara, I’m not stopping this car,” Lena says, but she’s already slowing down because even in the pale shadow of the moonlight, Lena can see the glint Kara gets in her eyes. “Can we handle it and keep going?”

“Either pull over or he’ll pull us over. His words. Sorry, Lee, I have to help. Reign’s making the spirits stronger and I don’t want them to hurt you.”

“Jesus Christ,” Lena mumbles, and the car makes a swift turn that she nearly doesn’t right in time, wheels screeching dangerously close to the drop-off into the forestry.

Kara’s hand finds her forearm as soon as they’re steady again, so warm and so firm that Lena’s heart rate stops increasing just short of her peak.

“Holy, Rao, Lena,” Kara corrects. “When we’re in the presence of them, we’re respectful, remember? They have no stake in alien gods, so feel free to mumble their names all you want. But not that one,” she says, jaw clenching like it’s something she needs Lena to comprehend.

And Lena does, won’t make the mistake again. It’s just–ugh, it’s Halloween and it’s dark and she hates this fucking doll and the fact that she’s dragged an evil ghost into the back seat. And she hates that they’re by forest and it’s scary and Kara wants her to pull over. And she hates that she knows Kara’s going to have to get out of the car. To protect Lena. To protect herself. 

“He just wants his wife,” Kara says slowly, Lena not sure if she’s trying to calm her or the spirit. “She’s in these woods. I’ll find her and we’re on our way. Simple. Easy. This is our last job, remember?”

“Right,” Lena says, taking a slow breath as she pulls to the side of the road, feeling Kara’s fingers flex against her skin, hope hope hoping this isn’t the last time she sees her alive again. “We help him, we get her moved and we’re at the party. We’re sipping punch and singing songs and dancing, Kara. I want to fucking dance. With you. With my girl.”

“Just make sure you’re ready to keep up with my moves,” Kara winks, opening the door to the car. She kisses Lena quick on the cheek and steps out after that, opens the back door to grab the doll, before she leans her head in to say, “Get yourself to the party. I’ll see you in a bit. Be safe. I love you.”

And Lena says, “I love you, too.”

Then Kara’s off. She walks steady into the woods, back turned, shoulders squared, being careful not to look back. She said she can’t once, when Lena asked about it, said it’s how she keeps them attached to her. Which is stupid and dumb and ominous and they should have never taken this job.

But Lena knows Kara would never stop until this doll is out of commission. They’ve been waiting for this. They have to do this. Kara’s been preparing for it. She’s ready. They’re ready. They’ll get through it.

They will.

Lena knows they will, honestly believes, she just - she feels like her tongue is glued to the roof of her mouth, wants to stay and wait for Kara, hates that she wants her to leave. But she also knows Kara and her habits, knows the worst shit happens on Halloween, knows Kara was really trying to tell her that he wasn’t the only spirit there.

So she knows she should go, knows not to wait, but still… she hesitates.

And just when she loses sight of Kara, just when it gets its absolute quietest with the engine turned off and Kara’s breathing and rambling no longer keeping her company–the radio creeks on and she hears it: creepy and they’re kooky, mysterious and spooky–

“Holy fuck,” Lena yelps, and when she looks through the mirror, the doll’s in the back seat again.

[angelicthor]

forgive me father

pairing: priest!bucky barnes x reader

summary: father james isn’t your average priest. 

warnings/genre: +18 only, smut - pretty much pwp, unprotected sex, spanking

masterlist 

a/n: another repost but this had some major editing - 2016 me couldn’t write for shit, thats for sure 

Church was not where you wanted to be heading on a Friday night that was for sure, but your mother was unable to make it and you promised her that you would drop off the cakes she had made for the bake sale. You hadn’t actually entered a church since you were a girl, preferring to a lifestyle that was slightly at odds with the way the parish would have you live.

The heavy wooden doors were open and you walked straight in, finding it empty. Your brows creased in confusion as to where the priest could be and you decided to go look for him, venturing to the back of the church towards the office space there and knocking on the closed door, the sound echoing loudly throughout the otherwise silent building. The door swung open and your mouth dropped open at what stood before you.

He cannot be the Priest...

You looked into the pale blue eyes of the man before you, taking in the dark brown locks that fell to his shoulders and his jawline that looked sharper than steel. The roguish smirk that graced his face gave him every vibe a priest should definitely not have.

“A-Are you the Priest?” You stuttered out, unsure just how a man that looked like that lived a life of celibacy.

He chuckled as he tapped the white collar around his throat and your eyes fell to his slender fingers, mind racing with the sinful possibilities of what he could do with them.

“This thing’s a bit of a clue, ain’t it doll?” He asked bemusedly, the deep timbre sparking all kinds of wicked thoughts. The dark glint in his eye made you wonder if he knew what he was doing to you?

You'd never seen a priest like him before, that was certain: when you used to come to church as a girl with your mother they were all balding old men who wore socks and sandals, there was never anything even remotely sexually appealing about them, but this guy was roaming his eyes over you like he wanted to put you on your knees and teach you how to worship and god help you, you would let him.

He tilted his head back towards his office, “Did you want to come in?”

Nimbly nodding your head, you followed him into the office, shutting the door behind you.

“I-uh, I just brought my mom’s cakes for the bake sale, she couldn’t make it so I said I’d drop them off,” You told him, licking your lips to try to counteract the sudden dryness of your mouth, his eyes following the movement like a hawk.

You stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as he came back from around his desk to pluck the tin out of your hands, his fingers running over yours more than they needed to. Your breath hitched as your head snapped up, noticing how close you two actually were to each other.

“Thank you,” his husky voice could be felt on the skin of your face, a burning igniting in your cheeks in response. You watched mesmerized as his teeth captured his bottom lip, pulling it inwards, and all you could think was about how much you wanted to bite his lips yourself.

Shaking your head at your shameful fantasies, you introduced yourself to him.

“I’m Father James,” He extended his hand out to you, “But my friends all call me Bucky.”

His touch electrified you, sending a slight shiver down your back and you could not figure out what it was about this man that made you react in such a way.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in service, Y/N?”

Your eye’s went wide, worried you’d offended him for not showing up to services.

“Uh- No,no, I’m not a very religious person I guess?”

His eyebrow raised in question at you, “Oh, why not?”

Your head titled to the side and without thinking you answered him, “I don’t know, I guess I just like sinning to much to give it up.”

Your mouth fell open when you realized what you said, your brain scrambling to think of an excuse that could get you out of what you’d just revealed. Whilst you were sputtering for something - anything - to say, you failed to notice how Father James' breathing accelerated as his gaze darkened.

He cut off your rambling by pressing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, his large hands carelessly dropping the tin and pulling your hips flush against his so you could feel the hard bulge already there. You gasped into his mouth and he took the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth in a dirty kiss. You were stunned to say the least, thoughts racing with how a priest that you had just met no less, was now kissing you with an unrivaled passion; you thought about how wrong it was, not only was he a priest but you were in a church, that was like double the sin and oh my god his lips feel nice.

Hell - I'm definitely going to hell.

When he gently nibbled on your bottom lip, you were gone, surrendering yourself completely to him, eyes slipping shut as you threaded your fingers through his hair and returned his attentions tenfold.

Oh fuck it, I never took a damn vow.

He walked you backwards until the back of your legs hit the large wooden desk in the center of the room, his lips leaving yours to trail kisses down your jaw and throat as you clung to him. He effortlessly lifted you onto the desk and you marveled at his hidden strength, hands trailing down his arms and feeling the defined muscles hidden under his shirt. A particular sharp nip where your shoulder had you gasping, eyes shooting open and meeting his, feeling just as disheveled as he looked.

“So darlin’, just how much do you like sinning?” His voice was raspy, thick with desire which only served to fuel your own.

The feeling of his hard cock pressed against your core coupled with the lust-blown look in his eyes gave you a burst of confidence and so you slowly traced the front of his shirt with your fingertip, lips ghosting along the shell of his ear as you whispered; “Why don’t you find out, Father?”

The growl that tore from his throat caused your pussy to clench in need; his lips returning to yours with renewed vigor as his hand slowly crept up your thigh, pulling your skirt up with it. His fingers starting to stroke against your clothed core where wet patch was already visible, only adding to the stimulation you could feel on your clit as you whined into his mouth, your hips rolling to try and increase his gentle pressure on your swollen clit.

His fingers pressed harder against you in response, a high pitched cry escaping you as you shamelessly rutted against his hand, ignoring the smug smirk that played on his lips as he watched you so desperate for his touch. His hands left you much to your chagrin, quickly pulling the dress over your head, leaving you in just your underwear in the middle of his study. He unhooked your bra and flung it to the side before pushing your shoulders down onto the desk and languidly pulling your panties down your legs, dropping them on the floor without a care before slowly lowering to his knees right in front of your bare core. Yanking your legs apart, he hooked your knees over his shoulders, hot breath fanning over your wet cunt as your writhed at the sensation, silently pleading with him to touch you already as you fingers tugged at his hair. You could feel the corners of his lips turn up into a smirk as he ghosted his mouth down the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.

“Please.”

The word tumbled from your mouth like a desperate prayer and it was all he needed to hear before he dived between your folds, tongue working dexterously over you as he lapped up your wetness as if it was being poured from the holy grail itself. His tongue traced around clit in light circles that made you dizzy before your body lurched as he inserted on thick digit into your tight cunt before quickly adding another, curling them against your front wall until he found the spot that made you cry out like a heavenly choir.

It didn’t take long for you to fall apart, his talented tongue paired with his fingers ruthlessly hitting just the right spot inside off you overloading your senses until your toes were curling and your back arched as pleasure flooded your every nerve.

“Fuck Doll, you taste divine” he groaned against the skin on your thigh, biting softly before licking away the sting as he watched you come down from your high.

Wordlessly, you pulled him up to you, pressing your lips to his in a hurried kiss and tasting yourself on his tongue. The combination of your arousal and his own taste making your head spin.

“James, please, I need you - fuck - I need you to fuck me,” your voice was strained, your desperation leaking into your words.

He chuckled at you when you tried to buck your hips into him, smirking down at you: “You only had to ask Doll.”

He made a show of slowly unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper to his pants, pushing them down just enough so that he could free his hard cock from his boxers and pumping his length slowly in his hand as his eyes greedily wandered over your naked form. He made no attempt to removed any item of clothing and you eyes widened as you realized he was going to fuck you whilst wearing his clerical clothes, dog collar and everything.

You yelped when he flipped you over, pushing your chest flat against the desk, sensitive nipples pressed against the cold wood causing you to hiss. He lifted your hips so your toes barley touched the floor, hands wandering over your skin, tracing over your sides and back as you wiggled beneath his touch, desperate to have him fill you already. One hand traveled down your back, grabbing a handful of your hair whilst the other had a death-grip on your hip. You knew he was adding to the collection of bruises he’d already caused on your skin.

Your hands clawed at the desk beneath you as he ran the tip of his throbbing cock between your glistening folds, your arousal already returned tenfold since your orgasm. You tried to push your hips back but his grip remained strong: “Fuck. James please, please-”

The scream that tore from your throat cut of your plea as Bucky bottomed out, thrusting his hips flush against your ass. Giving you no time to adjust, he set a brutal pace, slamming his hips forward, watching with sadistic glee as your ass bounced against the force of his hips. You let the cries fall freely from your lips, adding to the grunts Bucky was releasing as well as the sickening sound of skin slapping against skin.

“Fuck! So - oh fuck - fucking tight, doll,” He panted out through gritted teeth, “So fucking wet too, this all for me Y/N?”

You moaned in response but apparently that wasn’t what he wanted as his hand came down harshly on your left cheek, the skin throbbing where his hand had hit.

“Fuck, yes! Yes! All for you, James, only you.”

You arched your back up more, pulling him deeper within you so he hit your g-spot with every thrust. You both groaned at the new feeling, your pleasure building within you, begging to be released.

“Please, so close, so fucking close. Don’t stop,” Your begging payed off as his fingers crept to your clit, rubbing tight circles over it, pushing you over the edge and into oblivion.

Your legs shook as your hands clawed at the desk beneath you, needing something to cling to as your orgasm pulsed through your body, filling you with euphoria. The feeling of your slick walls clamping down on his cock threw Bucky over the edge too, his hands grasping your hips as his stuttered into yours. An animalistic growl falling from his lips as you milked him of his cum.

His body collapsed on top of yours, arms caged around your head as you both came down from your highs. The silence of his study now filled with deep breaths and pants as you tried to regain composure. You could feel him pressing soft kisses to the nape of your neck and confusion washed over you at what the hell had just transpired.

“So, uh, what kind of a Priest are you exactly?”

You felt him smirk against your skin before he nipped the lobe of your ear, whispering darkly: “The bad kind.”

[rayveewrites]

So as a simultaneous end of the year/ completion of Golden Echoes/ launch of Buried Gold celebration, I thought it would be neat to go through every chapter and post my favourite line/phrase/sentence/paragraph/etc from each. Why? Is this a genuine celebration? Do I think I’m funny and laugh at my own jokes? Am I actually just procrastinating? Yes. (Very obviously spoilers for the entire fic.)

Prologue: Lost  Darkness, pierced by the faint glow of sunlight through the holes in the ceiling. The sound of dripping water, pooling in the centre of the room.

Prologue: Found It remembered a time of life and colour, when it danced and played and sang, when children flocked around him and fed off its happiness and energy and gave him their own. Would it ever experience that again?

Prologue: Name  Old, brittle bones grinded. Rusted metal sounded against the tiled floor. Colourless eyes softly glowed silver.

Returned ...whoever thought it was a good idea to create a horror attraction out of the actual murders of actual children needed to have their heads readjusted. Forcefully. With a mask full of crossbeams and wires.

Exploration ...servos and circuits, they had been at this location for an hour and Freddy was already having a terrible day. Also it was 10 AM. The location operated at night. Why.

Darkness  So young, and left without a voice. I ask you now to make your choice. Clean the tiles of blood and tears? Or let them suffer with their fears?

Void He called up a memory, of turquoise eyes and golden fur, of whispers in the night that meant nothing and everything, of a feeling of happiness, that nothing would ever change, because the world was already perfect. 

Balloons Of course this place has wonky physics.

JJ “So let me get this straight. A potentially dangerous supernatural rabbit wants me to take a cryptic message to a potentially dangerous animatronic rabbit, and then somehow convince the other potentially dangerous animatronic rabbit and his potentially dangerous animatronic friends that the first potentially dangerous animatronic rabbit is not, in fact, the definitely dangerous child-murdering serial killer who’s...somewhere else. Have I got all that?”

Rabbit Part of his mouth twitched, as if he was trying to make a facial expression, but couldn't. 

Arcade The Void was not cooperating.

Parts Things had always seemed much brighter when they were two.

Guard Whatever came to one or the other's mind, in the breaks between people coming through and Sam playing creepy sounds over the speakers because 'a couple of teenagers are smooching on cam six, do they you realize I can see you, jesus christ, why are you even snogging in a horror attraction anyway, I really don't get the appeal, I swear to god-' or something along those lines, anyway.

Adventure Peace wasn't a feeling the ghost had had for a very long time.

Notes ...it had been a handful of wild yellow daisies a little girl had found, and he’d woven them into a ‘flower crown’ (actually more of a flower bracelet- the girl had picked as many as she could hold, but children had small hands) and put it on Fredbear’s hat when his partner wasn’t looking. Fredbear had promptly worn it all that night and the next day, daisies and all. Spring hadn’t been sure if he’d noticed or not, but either way, it had been very cute.

Cupcakes If the kid wanted a dinosaur, the kid should get a dinosaur, as far as he was concerned. Clothes were clothes. Why did people kick up such a stink about it sometimes?

Tapes “Uh, hello? Hello, hello! Uh, there’s been a slight change of company policy concerning use of the suits. Um, don’t.” “Oh gee,” JJ muttered, “imagine. It’s almost as if they were giant metal deathtraps.”

Talk ...she didn’t need to understand every aspect of Springtrap's life. That was Springtrap’s job, and he was apparently terrible at it.

Performance “It smells like something crawled in there and died.” 

Gold Fredbear had been Springtrap’s heart and soul; as much as he loved the children and gave each performance his all, his real reason for living was in the bear who sang beside him. Springtrap remembered singing on stage, a guitar in his hands and love in his soul. He remembered stolen kisses in the night, waltzing on cool tiles with music nobody else could hear. He remembered stealing Fredbear’s hat dozens of times, running off wearing it and giggling like a small child himself. He remembered quiet nights, when the only sounds were his guitar and Fred’s soft humming, sometimes the same tune, sometimes not, but neither of them ever cared. He remembered curling up together, watching stars twinkle in the night sky beyond the walls of the little diner, and truly believing that the time they had together was infinite. 

Stage He was holding something. He looked down, opened his hand and saw a gleaming purple microphone, accented with gold. It had been years, decades, since he had last seen it, but he recognized it. He knew what it meant. "Even after everything, I’m still with you." 

[Note: this is also the chapter that contained Springtrap’s poem. I’m quite proud of that one, despite how much of a pain it was to write. So, honourable mention]

Notes [Note: wait, crud, there’s two chapters named Notes? I’m gonna have to change one of those later.]

Maybe she just needed to hit something.

Knife [Note: I forgot to actually title this one in AO3. Welp. Better fix that later]

It was slightly strange, a Freddy’s-related crime that was just… basic burglary. It was always the unusual crimes that happened- murder, manslaughter, OSHA violations (so many OSHA violations). But theft? That was new.

Shadows

They lapsed back into silence for a moment. “So, this place… is it real?” In a fashion. It was created from your memories of what is gone. “So… if Fredbear isn’t here…” He is unreachable. “Where?” I cannot tell you. “You don’t know, do you.” The Shadow-Bear was silent, telling Springtrap all he needed to know. 

Puppet RWQ… Yes? Stop tormenting the rabbit. You’re no fun. Puppet? She hissed at the purple bear. Stop tormenting the rabbit. “And why would I listen to you?” Because, Shadow Freddy said as the Puppet was slowly levitated up into the air, all four limbs flailing, he’s needed. And also, you are being, as Springtrap so eloquently called RWQ earlier, an asshole.

Voice Specifically, it was more a mixture of blood, rotting flesh, and whatever other bodily fluids lingered in William Afton’s partially mummified decomposing head and was accessible via Springtrap’s mouth, without opening said mouth to the point where someone would notice said partially mummified decomposing head.  [Or] Springtrap was displaying remarkable self-restraint. First, he hadn’t punched the Puppet in the face for threatening his friend’s life. Then, he hadn’t punched the Puppet in the face for implying he had a problem with the golden bear. Now, he wasn’t squeezing the life out of JJ in a hug.

Ghosts “No. The thing is, I’ve never had a name I felt truly fit before it. I can’t be Bonnie any more; the Classic model has taken that name, and he is welcome to have it. Spring Bonnie was the name the Man Behind the Slaughter used; I never truly referred to myself with it. Some employees called me Golden Bonnie, to fit with the whispers of a Golden Freddy, but that was never truly a name either, although I suppose I could have gotten used to it eventually. But Springtrap? It lets me keep my past, and it lets me have a future. Sure, it’s a little odd, but I don’t mind. I kind of like it. It’s unique.”

Humans Oh, Spring has a key. That explains where the spare went! When did he get that? Jake’s been looking for it for ages. Not that it’s my business. He says he technically works here, so it’s not stealing. Cheeky. He’s right though.

Henry “I’m not sure whether I should be pissed about the weird way he’s been constructed, or impressed he hasn’t collapsed yet. What the hell is holding him togeth- wait what the hell is that.” Springtrap winced. He knew he should’ve warned them beforehand, but he still tended to hide the rotting corpse. It was instinctive, a sort of habit- born from the fear he would be scrapped is the workers found out, and increased by the fact he was being blamed for murder.

Sound No matter how bad Springtrap’s eyesight could get, no matter how often his joints locked up, Springtrap had always had his rabbit hearing. It had saved his life several times, back when the Classics were hunting him. He had figured out a basic method of echolocation for when his eyes were useless. He relied on his ears, and now they were letting him down for the first time in his life. It scared him.

Doors “Freddy! We have a problem!”

Attack He did. He needed a hand. God, it hurt. Where was his arm? Was that his arm? No, it couldn’t be. He was gold. Not green. Or maybe it was. It was hard to think. Thinking. What a strange concept. The Greeks had invented thinking, hadn't they? Why would they do that?

Rest There were voices. Voices. His voicebox had lungs. His lungs were in his spine. His spine was being held together by lungs. His spine attached to his legs. He had no legs. He heard voices. He couldn’t hear. The grass was nice. Cool. Soft. Green. Like his eyes. Not like his eyes. Like his fur. He had no fur. Like his plush. His plush was green. Or gold. Or red. Or brown. He couldn’t remember which. Maybe it was all of them There was a breeze. It was nice. Warm. Hot. It was sunny. The sun was a star. He liked stars.  Stars meant Fredbear. And dancing. Where were his legs? He wanted to dance with the stars. Or with Fredbear. Fredbear. His Fredbear. He missed Fredbear.

Epilogue: Box Smeared down the plaster, it started about six feet up, and grew thicker toward the ground. It looked like Springtrap, or the Purple Guy, had slid down the wall until they were sitting. The tile beneath was stained heavily, and Freddy marvelled at how much blood was in a human body.

Epilogue: Opening ... no killing. That was the new rule. It was a strange one, for Master, but he supposed Master knew what he was talking about. He had changed, too; he had scratched behind his ears a couple days ago and it had felt so good.

Epilogue: Spark He remembered a time of life and colour, when he danced and played and sang, when children flocked around him and fed off his happiness and energy and gave him their own. He would experience that again.

[pikapeppa]

Cullavellan and Fenhawke pirate AU: Fast Learner

Chapter 4 of Where The Winds Of Fortune Take Me is up! 

In which Piper and Fenris enjoy the well-intentioned bickering of very good friends and receive a mysterious letter.

Read on AO3 instead; something like ~8900 words? Art, as always, by the inimitable @schoute!

- FENRIS - 

Fenris was silent as he followed Piper along the filthy alley that led from Darktown to the Lowtown market. Her booted steps were silent as always, but her gait was jaunty, and Fenris frowned disapprovingly when she started to hum quietly to herself.

He didn’t say anything, though. He remained silent as they made their way through the alley. It wasn’t until they reached the mouth of the market that Piper turned and gave him a reproving look.

“Come on, Fen. Are you going to be this boring all day?” she complained.

“I am not doing anything,” he said defensively.

“Exactly,” Piper said. “You haven’t spoken to me since we left the ship. If I’d known you were going to be so boring, I’d have brought Anders instead.”

Fenris was unamused. “I told you we shouldn’t come here,” he said. “I told you it was dangerous, and Varric did as well, yet here we are.” He folded his arms. “My opinion means nothing to you, so why bother speaking?”`

Piper stared at him for a moment. Then a slow, shit-eating grin spread across her face. “You’re pouting.”

He scowled more deeply and looked away toward the seething activity in the market. “I am not pouting. Pouting is for small children.”

Piper propped her fists on her hips and beamed at him. “Yes, it is. So what does that make you?”

“An elf who may soon be abandoning your crew if you continue to aggravate me,” he deadpanned. He jerked his chin at the market. “You insist on being here, so get on with it. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can return to the ship.”

Her teasing expression softened. “It won’t take long, I promise. Quick foray through the market, then I’m just going to nip into Hightown–”

“A terrible idea,” he muttered.

“–and you can wait in Darktown for me if you want. You don’t even have to stay in the market,” she finished.

He shrugged and tucked his hands in his pockets. It was difficult to say whether Lowtown or Darktown was less appealing. The exposure and the press of people in the market had always made him uneasy, but Darktown was dank and unpleasant. It was populated only by criminals and smugglers and pirates who were quickly passing through, and it was… well, boring.

Fenris knew that Piper would tease him if he expressed this opinion, though. He knew she thought he was overly cautious and unadventurous. But compared to Piper with her penchant to run headfirst into every possible danger, anyone could be called unadventurous.

It wasn’t that Fenris disliked adventure or new experiences per se. The problem was that the risks so often outweighed the nebulous possible benefits – hence his and Piper’s diametrically opposed views about coming back to Kirkwall every month. Was it really worth risking her own death just to flirt with that cursed Commander Cullen? Did she really think her life was worth a foolish visit with her Hightown crush?

His fingers brushed over the scarlet ribbon in his pocket. A fleeting memory of smiling copper eyes rose in his mind, and he quickly shoved the thought aside.

He folded his arms and sighed. “I will wait in Lowtown,” he grumbled.

She smiled again, then punched him playfully in the arm. “Good man. I knew you’d come around.”

He huffed quietly as he followed her into the market, but his hint of amusement was short-lived. As they moved through the crowd, Fenris noticed that they were attracting more attention than usual, even though Piper’s behaviour was relatively subdued.

People were staring at him. Their eyes were darting over his face and his marred arms in a way that they hadn’t done since he and Piper had first started coming here a year or so ago. More curious yet, they were staring at Piper as well, even though she was known to practically everyone who regularly frequented this place.

He hunched his shoulders and rubbed a hand over his stark white hair. “Piper–”

“I know,” she muttered. “Let me ask someone. Hey,” she tapped a nearby merchant on the shoulder, “what’s happening? Why’s everyone staring at us?”

The merchant grimaced and pointed to the noticeboard that was hung near the stairs that led to Hightown. “Sorry, Captain,” he said.

Fenris looked, and his jaw dropped in dismay. The noticeboard had multiple copies of the same two WANTED posters: one bearing a sketch of Piper, and incomprehensibly, one with a sketch of Fenris himself.

“Fuck,” Piper muttered. They strode over to the noticeboard and ignored her WANTED poster to study his instead. They’d all known for months that Piper was wanted for her various Kirkwall crimes, but Fenris had never been arrested for anything.

“Why is there a poster of me?” he demanded. “What are they accusing me of?”

Her eyebrows rose. “‘Fraternizing with a known pirate’,” she read off.

He shook his head in a sharp negation. “No. That is not a crime in Kirkwall,” he said. Before setting foot in Kirkwall for the first time, Fenris had asked Dorian to read the relevant parts of Kirkwall law to him to ensure that his mere presence here was permitted, despite his affiliation with Piper and her crew. Dorian had assured him repeatedly (and with increasing annoyance) that he could not be arrested for the mere fact of being a member of a known pirate’s crew.

Piper turned back to the poster and peered at it more carefully, and Fenris shifted restlessly until she finished reading it to herself. “Shit,” she muttered. “It looks like the laws have changed. It says here that the new anti-fraternization law is ‘by the Viscount’s Orders’. Signed a month ago.” Her expression was apologetic as she looked up at him. “It changed since we were last here. Fen, I’m really sorry–”

“It is not your fault,” he snapped. “But we cannot be here. We have to leave now.” He took a step back from the notice board and looked around the market. People were still staring and whispering, and any of them could go straight to Hightown to call on the nearest Navy officer to arrest him…

A ripple of unease ran down his spine, and he took another step back. Piper held out one placating hand. “Fenris–”

“I will not be chained,” he hissed. “I would sooner tear their hearts from their chests than be taken in chains.”

“Okay, okay,” she said hastily. “It’s not going to come to that. You go back to Darktown and wait for me, and I’ll go straight to Hightown super quickly instead of–”

“You’re still going to Hightown in the face of this?” Fenris demanded.

“Yes,” Piper said loudly. Then she stepped closer to him and lowered her voice. “Cullen held up his part of the deal. He didn’t tell anyone about Darktown. But he thought there was trouble in the upper ranks of the Navy. I want to make sure he’s okay.”

“He is not your responsibility,” Fenris retorted. “The livelihood of your crew, on the other hand…”

She shot him a mock-sad little pout. “Are you sad because you think I care about you less than Cullen?”

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, then pointed accusingly at her. “If you are not back in Darktown in one hour, I will leave without you.”

“Fair enough,” she said. “Now look, I’m just going to run to the Halla’s Head to borrow a disguise from one of the girls there, and then I’ll go to Hightown. I’ll be so quick you won’t even notice I’m gone.”

He grunted a reluctant assent, and Piper darted away in the direction of the Halla’s Head. Fenris turned away in the direction of the dilapidated alley to Darktown, but before he could take more than a few steps, someone tapped his shoulder.

He whipped around with a vicious scowl, and a dwarven merchant held up his hands defensively. It was the same merchant who had sold Rynne Hawke a necklace on the day they’d met, about two months ago.

“What do you want?” Fenris demanded.

The merchant swallowed hard. “You… you’re the Ghost, right? Mad Piper’s Ghost?”

Fenris stared at him with growing confusion. “What?”

The merchant gave him an odd look. “You… that’s you on them posters, yeh?” He pointed at the noticeboard.

Fenris darted a glance at the posters, then back to the merchant. “And what if it is?”

“Nothing,” the merchant said quickly. “Nothing, just… I got a letter ‘ere for your Cap. Thought you could pass it on to ‘er.”

He was holding out a vellum letter, and Fenris snatched it from his fingers. The vellum was fine quality but smudged with dirt, as though it had been held somewhere filthy for some time, and the wax seal was an unusual geometric sigil.

Fenris peered suspiciously at the letter, then at the merchant. “Where did you get this?”

“That fancy bird. Hawke. The one what almost got mugged that time.” The merchant raised his eyebrows. “You remember the one. She stiffed me for that necklace, she did.”

Fenris’s belly flip-flopped. This letter was from Rynne?

He scowled at it with fresh ire. No wonder it was so expensive-looking. But why was Rynne Hawke leaving letters in Lowtown for Piper?

He looked up at the merchant. “How long have you had this? When did she… when was it handed to you?”

The merchant scratched his bearded chin. “Couple weeks ago, yeh? Maybe two or three. Messenger gave me three whole royals to hang on to it for Cap’n Mad Piper.”

“I’m back!” Piper skidded up beside them and jauntily saluted the merchant in greeting, then looked at the letter in Fenris’s hands. “Hey, what’s that?”

He handed it to her. “It is from Rynne Hawke.”

Piper’s eyes went wide. “You’re kidding.” She took the letter and carefully broke the wax seal, then began to read.

Fenris tapped the hilt of his sabre, then folded his arms and glanced cagily around the market. “Well? What does it say?”

Piper let out a short little laugh. “It’s, um…” She ran a hand through her hair and looked up at him, and he frowned more deeply at the anxious look on her face.

She lowered her voice before answering his question. “She’s asking to join the crew.”

Fenris gaped at her. “What?”

“She wants to leave Kirkwall and join the Lady Luck.” Piper studied the letter as she spoke. “Says she’ll pay us a great deal of money if we’ll let her join the crew. How naive is that?” Piper laughed, but her voice was tense. “Paying a captain to join the crew? Ridiculous. My crew don’t pay me. What does she think, that she needs a dowry to join the Lady Luck?”

“Maybe she should bring a dowry,” Fenris retorted. “She will be dead weight on the ship.”

Piper shot him an offended look. “What do you mean by that crack?”

“Piper, be reasonable for once,” Fenris said scathingly. “Will she be able to do anything useful? Does she have any practical skills? She is of noble birth. What will she be able to do on the ship?”

Piper shrugged. “She can be the ship’s eye candy. Raising morale for the crew and all. Mythal knows you enjoyed looking at her.”

He scowled. “I do not. I did not,” he self-corrected hastily.

Piper shot a very pointed look at his traitorously hot ears. “Uh-huh,” she said. “Anyway, who cares what she can do? She’s in trouble, so we’re going to help her out.”

Fenris drew back slightly. “She is in trouble?”

“Yes,” Piper said impatiently. “Why the fuck else do you think she’s hoping to run away?”

Fenris glared at her. “You didn’t say she was in trouble,” he said. “You made it sound like it was some foolish lark on her part.”

Piper rolled her eyes. “Fen, for fuck’s sake–”

“I’ll remind you that I rely on you for information,” he snarled. He gestured angrily at the letter, which he was unable to read.

She sighed heavily. “Fine, fine, fair enough. I’ll read the important bits to you. She says here: ‘I’m in a bit of a bind. There’s a situation that’s come up that I’d rather avoid being tied to for the rest of my life, if you catch my drift. Any chance there’s room for a lady on that ship of yours? The sooner I can slip my way out of it, the better – you know how patient men can be.’”

She finished reading and gave Fenris and expectant look. He frowned. “An arranged marriage?” he said slowly.

“That’s my impression, too,” Piper said. “And this letter was dated just over two weeks ago.”

He pursed his lips. “Is that truly a sufficient reason to run away from a privileged life?” he muttered.

Piper raised her eyebrows and folded her arms. “I guess we’ll have to find out the details after we rescue her.”

They stared at each other in silence for a long, tense moment. Then Fenris sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Venhedis fasta vass,” he muttered.

Piper gave him a small smile. “So you’re going to help me get her out of Hightown, then?”

He scowled. “If we are caught, we will be charged with kidnapping along with everything else. They would hang us for this.”

“Good thing we’re not going to get caught, then,” she said brightly.

He gave her a hard look, and she lifted her eyebrows expectantly. Finally he tsked. “Fine. I will help you, as you leave me little choice.”

“Perfect. I knew I could count on you,” she said happily. “All right, we need a plan. Let’s go back to Darktown for now while we figure something out.”

They headed along the crumbling alley back to Darktown. Fenris nodded distractedly as Piper babbled about disguises and climbing up windows in the dark of night, and while she made her plans and talked about using boot polish to hide her distinctive hair, Fenris slid his hand into his pocket.

His fingers found the ribbon again – the red satin ribbon that Rynne had casually asked him to hold for her, and which she’d forgotten to take back before Cullen had led her away. Fenris still wasn’t sure why he’d kept it; it was worthless to him, after all, not to mention a reminder of the casual wastefulness of the noble class: to hand over an expensive sliver of fabric so casually without realizing it was gone. But every time Fenris thought about throwing the satin ribbon away, something made him pause.

It was that cursed fleeting memory of her eyes. The smile at the corners of Rynne Hawke’s eyes and their precise honeyed shade of bronze, and the way she’d looked at him without staring, like she was seeing more than just his obvious scars. It was rare and unexpected, especially in a noble-born human. Every time Fenris made to throw the ribbon away, that look in her eyes rose to the forefront of his mind, and he found himself tucking the ribbon into his pocket once more.

Foolish and sentimental for no good reason, he scolded himself silently as he followed Piper to one of their caches in Darktown. He really should throw it away. He had no use for such sentimentality, not when his primary focus was on surviving each day. There was no place for the sort of fanciful speculation that drifted through his mind at night when he thought of the red satin ribbon in his pocket, especially since he had never really expected to see Rynne Hawke again.

“Here,” Piper said, and Fenris was jolted from his thoughts as she thrust a bundle of black fabric at him. “That’ll keep you nice and incognito. And we should find you some boots to cover the tats on your legs…”

He took the threadbare black hooded coat she offered him, but shook his head. “No,” he said. “No boots. I will need bare feet if we may be scaling walls.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Ooh. Good point. Well, I’ll need my boots for blending in with the other servants in Hightown.” She dug around in the cache and pulled out a small container of black shoe polish and a pair of daggers, then handed the daggers to Fenris.

He placed his sabre in their dinghy for safekeeping, then began sharpening the daggers while Piper tied up her silver hair. They worked quietly for a time, then Fenris spoke to her. “This is the most dangerous thing you have ever done in Kirkwall.”

She didn’t reply, so Fenris pressed on. “The human Navy will consider this a serious crime. They will see it as abduction, regardless of what the Hawke woman says. I know you are aware of this,” he said quietly. “This is not something that even Cullen could ignore.”

“I know,” Piper said with an edge to her voice. “That’s why we won’t get caught.”

Fenris ran the whetstone along his blade once more before speaking. “Even if this goes off without incident, I will no longer return to Kirkwall with you. I will not risk setting foot in this place again.”

She nodded and unscrewed the pot of shoe polish. “That’s entirely fair.”

He leaned forward and stared at her until he caught her gaze. “If we are caught, I will not hesitate,” he said quietly. “I mean it, Piper. I will not be chained by anyone.”

A tiny frown appeared between her eyebrows at the clear implication in his words. She eyed him in silence for a long moment before replying. “We won’t be caught,” she said, very seriously. “I’ll stake my life on it.”

Fenris stared hard at her for another moment, then leaned back and continued sharpening his daggers. “Pray that you will not need to.”

She scooped a blob of polish, then smeared it on the hair by her temples. “Have a little faith in your captain. When have I ever steered you wrong?”

Her tone was jocular again, but her expression was focused and fierce – not unlike the way she looked before a raid on a slaver ship.

Good, he thought ruthlessly. He wanted her to have this do-or-die attitude before going into Hightown, because that’s what it would take to successfully get away with this scheme.

That’s what it would take to get out of Hightown alive.

**********************

Very late that night, when the only occupants of the Hightown streets were the patrolling guardsmen and the rare Hightown criminal, Fenris skulked through the shadows on his way to the Hawke estate.

Piper had told him where the estate was and how to recognize it: the Hawke family crest, same as the symbol on the wax seal that Rynne had left on her letter. Piper had already spent a few hours incognito in Hightown, so by the time Fenris met with her on the grounds of the Hawke estate, she would know the best time, place, and method to get Rynne out of her family home and out of the city.

He slipped unseen past the usual smattering of city guards and climbed over the expensive wrought-iron gates and into the grounds. It wasn’t long before he found Piper hiding behind some of the extensive ornamental shrubbery that decorated the Hawke’s vast backyard.

He crouched beside her. “Well?” he whispered. “How do we proceed?”

She looked at him. “Cullen’s gone,” she said.

Fenris paused for a moment. He was momentarily thrown by her unrelated response. “What… what do you mean, he is gone?” he finally asked.

“Not stationed in Kirkwall anymore, it seems,” Piper replied. “I snuck by his office. There’s some new fellow in there, and the Navy grunts were calling him ‘Commander’. Looks like the Golden Boy has found himself a new post.”

Fenris studied her carefully. Her words were light and breezy and her expression was pleasant, but her eyes were oddly intense.

He narrowed his own eyes. “You suspect something is off?”

“Creators, yes,” she said. She turned away to look at Rynne’s house. “It’s fine, though. I’ll deal with it later. Let’s save our fair Lady Hawke from a dull life.”

She was clearly bluffing. If she suspected something had happened to Cullen, there was no way she was fine.

It was equally clear that she did not want to talk about it further right now. Fenris didn’t press her; they needed to focus on the task at hand, after all. They could discuss this Cullen issue later.

“How do we proceed?” he repeated.

She pointed at the house. “Rynne’s bedroom is on the second floor, on the right. Convenient little balcony there, it’ll make things easier getting in and out. Lamps and candles went out in the whole house over an hour ago, and the last movement I saw was a servant on the first floor, about twenty minutes ago.” She pointed jerked her chin at the lower floor. “There’s one guard covering the grounds; he does a tour of the whole grounds every fifteen minutes or so. Should give us plenty of time to sneak back out the window and over the gates.”

Fenris scoffed quietly. “You think this Hawke woman will be able to climb down a wall and over the gates?”

“Sure, with a little help,” Piper said.

Despite her casual words, there was a distinct edge to her voice, and Fenris could tell his doubt was scratching at her nerves. But this was not a task that Piper could succeed at by bulling her way in headfirst. It wasn’t like she could throw Rynne out the window and hope she would land on her feet, after all.

He frowned at her, but she speared him with a glare. “We are doing this, Fen,” she whispered fiercely. “I am not backing out now.”

“I know that,” he hissed. “I just hope you know what that might entail.” He dropped his gaze to the dagger at her waist.

She tutted at him. “Always the pessimist,” she whispered. She turned away and looked around the yard, then nodded briskly to him and darted across the grass toward the house.

She immediately began scrambling up the brick wall toward Rynne’s bedroom. Fenris followed swiftly at her heels, gripping the mortar with his callused fingers and toes and hauling himself up the wall as quickly as he could. By the time he swung himself over the bars of the small balcony, Piper was already jimmying open the window latch from the outside.

Fenris hovered one palm over the throwing knives strapped to his thigh and kept an eye on the yard while Piper cursed softly at the stubborn window. A long, tense moment later, she finally sighed in relief, then swung the window open and poked her head in.

A moment later, she ducked back out and grinned at Fen. “All clear. She’s fast asleep. This is going to be a great surprise.” She snickered, then climbed through the window.

Fenris followed her into the dark bedroom and loosely closed the window behind them. He darted a glance around the room – no other occupants, thank the Maker – and watched as Piper crept toward the door to check for anyone else being awake in the house.

He took a cautious step closer to the bed. Just as Piper had said, Rynne was fast asleep; her long dark hair was bound in a braid that curled carelessly over her shoulder, and one of her hands was tucked under her chin, like a sleeping child.

Fenris critically studied the frilly bodice and frivolous cap sleeves of her ivory nightgown. She looked so much at home in this huge opulent bed. How Piper thought this woman was possibly going to acclimatize to the ship was beyond him.

“All right, let’s wake her up,” Piper murmured.

Fenris tore his gaze away from the soot-dark crescents of Rynne’s eyelashes. He frowned at Piper. “Be subtle–”

His warning came too late. She shamelessly crawled onto the bed and leaned close to Rynne’s ear. “Hey Rynne,” she whispered loudly. “Come see the motion of the ocean with us.”

Rynne yelped and sat bolt upright in the bed, and Fenris rubbed his face in total despair. “Piper,” he hissed, and he moved swiftly toward the door in case anyone came to investigate.

“What the– Piper? Is that you?” Rynne’s voice was husky with sleep but undeniably pleased, and Fenris glanced back at the bed to find Rynne hugging Piper around the neck.

Piper chuckled softly as she accepted Rynne’s hug. “Captain Mad Piper, at your service,” she whispered.

Rynne laughed as she released her. “What the fuck are you doing here? I didn’t – you – Maker’s balls, did you come for me? You got my letter in the market? Wh– why do you have shoe polish in your hair?”

Her voice was growing louder in her excitement. Fenris scowled at her. “Lower your voice,” he whispered harshly.

She whipped around1, and if possible, her joyful face lit up even more. “Fenris!” she breathed. She slid out of the bed, and to Fenris’s alarm, she hurried toward him.

His heart did a strange little flip in his chest, and he took an instinctive step away from her. She stopped in her tracks, but the excited grin didn’t leave her face. “Oh, it’s lovely to see you again!” she enthused. “Did you come with Piper just to rescue me? My knight in shining armour. Or, er, a hooded coat, I suppose. But that’s just as good.” She batted her eyelashes at him.

Fenris frowned, and Piper snickered. “All right, love, let’s get you out of here. Escape now, chat later.” She moved toward the window and began uncoiling the rope and grappling hook that she’d hung at her hip.

“Marvelous! Oh, isn’t this a treat,” Rynne chirped. “Let me just grab my bag…” She took a step toward a polished wood wardrobe at the far side of the room, but before she could go any further, Fenris held up a hand.

“You need to be certain that this is what you want,” he told her bluntly. “There will be no returning to Kirkwall after this. We will be wanted for kidnapping you. If you leave with us, there is no returning to this life.”

“Is that a promise?” Rynne said. “I hope that’s a promise.”

Her tone was bolshy and her smile was wide, but there was something intense about her eyes – something that quite reminded Fenris of the look on Piper’s face when she’d said she was fine. Whether or not she regretted it later, Rynne Hawke was clearly committed to leaving her life behind right now.

Fenris stared at her for a moment longer, then lowered his hand. “Fine. But no bags.”

Her eyes widened. “But–”

“No bags,” Fenris insisted quietly. “We cannot afford the awkwardness or the weight.”

She turned plaintively to Piper. “But I wanted to pay you for the trouble, it’s only fair…”

Piper waved an impatient hand. “Oh, Rynne, fuck off with that,” she said. “You’re part of the crew now. And now we have to go.” She reached for the window to start pushing it open.

“Hang on,” Rynne whispered. “Why don’t we take the stairs?”

Fenris scowled at her, then at Piper. “I told you,” he muttered. “She is unable to handle the escape. What will she–”

“Fen, you know I think you’re the tits, but if you don’t lay off, I’m going to put a dead fish in your bunk,” Piper retorted.

He scowled more deeply at her, and Rynne twisted her fingers together awkwardly. “I, um, was simply thinking if we take the stairs, and if I leave the front door and the front gate unlocked, maybe it’ll look more like I ran away instead of being kidnapped?” She looked askance at Piper and Fenris. “The only people with keys to the doors and the gate are the family and the staff.”

Piper tilted her head, then shrugged. “I mean, sure. That makes sense.” She looked at Fenris. “You all right with creeping through the fancy house and out the front gate?”

He shrugged bad-temperedly. Rynne’s plan wasn’t a bad one. “Fine. Lead the way,” he grunted. He waved gracelessly at the door. “If you see someone awake, cough, and we will hide until they pass.” He declined to tell her that he would incapacitate or even kill anyone who spotted them if he needed to.

She giggled as she stepped past him toward the door. “So much intrigue! This is so exciting already.” She opened the bedroom door and peered into the hallway for a moment before looking back at Fenris and Piper.

“I don’t see anyone,” she whispered. “Not on this floor, at least.”

Fenris and Piper followed her into the hallway, then down the grand curving staircase to the spotless main foyer, and Hawke quietly hurried over to a large closet near the front door.

“What are you doing?” Fenris hissed.

She didn’t reply, but a minute later, she emerged from the closet in a simple dark hooded cloak. A pair of keys dangled from her fingers, and she had shoes on her feet.

The shoes had two-inch heels and polished silver buckles. Fenris frowned at them. “You cannot be serious with those.”

She widened her eyes. “They’re all I have! These are the least terrible ones I’ve got.” She wistfully eyed his bare feet. “I wish I could go without shoes, believe me. Knowing my luck, I’d probably step on some glass right away.” She shot him a coquettish look. “If I cut my feet, though, perhaps a certain handsome elf would have to carry me…”

Piper snorted very quietly, and Rynne grinned at her. Fenris scowled at the two women, then gestured roughly at the door. “Get on with it. Let us leave this blasted place.”

“Hear hear,” Rynne whispered. She quickly unlocked the door and eased it open.

Moments later, they were through the wrought-iron gates – which Rynne strategically left ajar – and striding through Hightown as quickly and quietly as they could. Fenris kept his breathing quiet and steady, but his heart rate was steadily climbing as they made their way toward Lowtown. They’d made it this far unscathed, but for some reason, his nerves only seemed to stretch as they moved further and further from the Hawke estate. What if someone awoke and found the doors ajar and sent for the Navy to investigate? What if someone came after them?

What if Fenris was forced to kill someone who did not truly deserve it? Then his WANTED poster would actually be warranted.

“Fenedhis,” Piper hissed. “Up ahead.”

Fenris looked. At the mouth of the stairs to Lowtown, despite the dead hour of night, there were two Navy lieutenants on alert.

“Kaffas,” he muttered. He frowned at Piper. “This is unprecedented.”

She sighed and rubbed her forehead. “It’s probably because of us,” she whispered back. “The fucking WANTED posters. Someone must have snitched.”

“Oh no,” Rynne lamented. “Oh, I didn’t want you two to get in trouble for this – this is my fault…”

Piper shrugged carelessly. “Not your fault. They were always going to try and pin us down for something,” she whispered. She looked at Fenris. “Distract and conk them out?”

He nodded sharply, and Piper slipped away. A moment later, she bolted out of the shadows and directly toward the Navy men.

“Thank the Maker!” she gasped in a Free Marcher accent. “Please, come quick, there’s been a burglary at the sausage shop–”

She continued to babble at the surprised Navy men, and Fenris turned to Hawke. “Stay here and be quiet,” he hissed. Then he slipped out of the shadows and snuck up behind the two men with his dagger in hand.

He struck one lieutenant on the back of the head with the dagger pommel, then the other, and both of them dropped without a sound. Piper grinned at Fenris, but before they could take a step, a voice rang out from about fifty yards away.

“Hey! Hey you! Stop right there!”

“Run!” Piper yelled. She darted toward the shadows and grabbed Rynne’s elbow. A split second later, they were all pelting down the stairs to the Lowtown market as fast as they could go.

As fast as Rynne could go, in truth. Her impractical blasted shoes and the long skirt of her nightgown were clearly an impediment, and when she tripped and stumbled forward with a squeal of alarm, Fenris was not at all surprised.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her upright. “Keep running,” he snapped.

She didn’t reply. She was gasping for breath, and Fenris mercilessly hauled her along the alley toward Darktown.

Piper reached the dinghy before them, and she was already pushing it out to sea by the time Fenris and Rynne reached her side.

“All right, crew, let’s get the fuck out of here,” she panted. She glanced up at them, and a smile split her face. “Ooh. You two got cozy real quick, hmm?”

“What are you carrying on about?” Fenris snapped. Then he realized why she was grinning.

He was holding Rynne’s hand. He must have grabbed her hand to support her during the mad dash down the alley.

He instantly released her, and Piper’s grin widened. She deftly hopped into the boat, then held out her hands to Rynne. “Come on, love, get in here. Fen will push us off.”

“All right,” Rynne said breathlessly. She awkwardly stepped into the little boat with Piper’s help. Fenris shoved the dinghy into the bay, then grabbed the oars and began swiftly rowing them back out toward the Lady Luck.

Rynne was fanning herself. “That was – Maker’s balls. I’ve never done anything like that before. I don’t know if I’ve ever run like that in my life. That was…” She fanned herself for another moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.

Her laughter was bright and vibrant and completely joyful, and it sent an unexpected shiver of warmth down Fenris’s spine.

He frowned at her as he continued to row the dinghy. “Lower your voice,” he scolded. “It will echo across the water.”

“Sorry,” she gasped. She covered her mouth demurely but continued to giggle. Then she started pulling off her cloak and shoes. “That was amazing,” she announced. “This whole thing – you two just showing up out of nowhere like that? I didn’t expect that. I’d stopped expecting you to get my letter at all, actually. I figured that merchant had probably swindled me, but I couldn’t check because my mother fired Flissa – she was my favourite handmaiden, we’ve been friends since I was twelve…” She dropped her shoes unceremoniously on the scummy floor of the dinghy and tucked her feet primly up on the bench. “Well. Anyway. She has a new job in a shop, which is probably better anyway than working at my family’s house, but I had no idea if you were coming. And then you came! And now…” She looked around at the broad expanse of the Waking Sea, and Fenris watched as her grin grew even wider.

She pointed to the east. “Look at that. I mean, look! That’s the start of a sunrise.”

Fenris glanced carelessly to the east. On the horizon, the faintest hint of pink was starting to beat back the navy blue of night.

Fenris turned back to face her. “You have never seen a sunrise?”

“Not on the open sea!” she exclaimed. “It’s beautiful.”

“It has barely begun,” Fenris said flatly.

Piper playfully punched his arm. “Cheer up, Fen. Let the girl enjoy her first sunrise at sea. The first of many!” She smiled at Rynne and started unpinning her polish-stained hair. “Now I need to get this shit out of my hair. Pardon me while I take a little swim.” She winked at Rynne, then dove fully-clothed into the sea.

Rynne laughed as Piper splashed about, then sighed happily. “Honestly, this is already fantastic. I don’t know how I imagined this happening, but it wasn’t like this. In a good way!” she added hastily as Fenris raised an eyebrow. “It went perfectly, didn’t it? No one saw me. No one saw you. They saw Piper, but they probably wouldn’t recognize her with the boot polish in her hair. And then that running through the market and – oh Maker, if they’d caught us? Oh, that would have just been…” She pressed a hand to her chest. “That would have been… such an adventure! I…” She trailed off once more, then shifted carefully toward the edge of the dinghy and promptly vomited into the sea.

Fenris gaped at her as she emptied her stomach over the edge of the boat. She straightened slowly and held one shaking hand over her mouth, then laughed. “Maker’s balls. That’s vile. I’m so sorry,” she said.

Fenris briefly released the oars and rifled under his bench for a waterskin, then wordlessly handed it to her. She smiled behind her hand, then turned away self-consciously and rinsed her mouth before drinking a few gulps of water.

She offered him the waterskin back, but he shook his head. “Are you all right?” he asked.

“Oh yes, of course,” she said airily. “Just, um, a little seasickness, I suppose.”

Fenris hummed equivocally. Then something terrible occurred to him.

He shot her a sharp look. “You are not pregnant, are you? That had better not be the reason you have run away,” he said forbiddingly. “If you are expecting to raise a baby on a pirate ship…”

She gaped at him, then threw her head back and laughed merrily. “Pregnant?Me? Of course not! I’ve never even kissed a man, let alone – um. I mean.” Her cheeks instantly went bright red, and she started fanning herself. “Well, that’s fantastic. Rynne Hawke overshares with the handsome elf before we even reach the ship,” she said cheerfully. “I’m off to an excellent start.” She ducked her head and laughed nervously.

Fenris didn’t reply. His tongue suddenly felt like it was stuck to the roof of his mouth. It didn’t surprise him that Rynne was a maiden; she was the unmarried daughter of a high-class noble family, and such things were valued in human high society. But for some unfathomable reason, Fenris’s wayward mind seemed to have taken this information and run with it, transforming it into inappropriate images of Rynne lying in that ridiculously opulent bed of hers while his tattooed hands slid the fabric of her ivory nightgown up over her calves, then over her knees and along her thighs, then…

He cleared his throat. His ears were burning, and he dearly hoped she couldn’t tell. “Good,” he grunted. “A child on the ship would be less than ideal. We have our hands full dealing with Piper’s antics as it is.”

Rynne stared at him. Then a slow smile bloomed across her lovely face. “Did you just make a joke?” she asked.

Fenris huffed. “That will be for you to decide once you’ve been on the ship for a few days.”

She laughed. Her laughter was so brilliant and bright, like the sliver of sun that was now peeking over the horizon, and Fenris couldn’t help himself; he smiled faintly at her.

Her cheeks turned pink again, and she beamed at him and tucked a stray loop of chestnut hair over her ear. Then Piper’s head popped out of the water beside the dinghy.

She briskly slicked the excess water from her hair, then hefted herself gracefully back into the boat and began wringing out her now-clean hair. “All right,” she said cheerfully to Rynne. “First things first, we’re going to get you settled on the ship. And then...” She looked at Fenris. “You don’t have to come. Actually, you shouldn’t come. I’ll bring Varric instead.”

Rynne tilted her head in confusion. Fenris, meanwhile, knew exactly what she had in mind. “No,” he snapped. “Piper, absolutely not. No, no—”

“I said you’re not coming,” she said loudly. “You can look after the Lady Luck while Varric and I—”

“Er, what’s happening?” Rynne asked.

He ignored her and dropped the oars to glare at Piper. “You cannot honestly be this much of a reckless fool. We barely escaped the clutches of the law. Those Navy soldiers saw your blasted face!”

Rynne looked at Piper. “You’re going back to Kirkwall?” she said in surprise.

“No, she’s not,” Fenris snapped.

“Yes, I am,” Piper retorted. “I have to find out what happened to Cullen.”

Rynne straightened. “Commander Cullen?” she said. “Oh, I think—”

“You can find out without going back to Kirkwall,” Fenris snapped at Piper. “Send letters. Send a messenger. Send Varric on his own — he’s still a citizen of that cursed place! There is no reason for you to go.”

Rynne gave them both a nervous little smile. “Actually, I might—”

“Fen, I have to go,” Piper insisted. “I have to know what happened to him. If he got in trouble because—” She broke off and slowly combed her fingers through her hair, then smiled at him. “It’ll take half a day, tops. You can stay on the ship and help Rynne settle in, and Varric will smooth things over if I get into trouble, and I’ll be back on the ship before you know it.”

Fenris shook his head and opened his mouth to argue, but Rynne interrupted. “Actually, I don’t think you have to go back to Kirkwall,” she said loudly. “I know where Cullen is.”

Fenris and Piper looked at her in surprise. “How do you know where he is?” Fenris asked.

“My brother Carver works for the Navy,” she said. “He mentioned that Cullen got transferred to some new post on the island of Estwatch. He was all pouty, saying he wanted to go with Cullen… if I didn’t know better, I’d think my baby brother had a little crush—”

“When?” Piper interrupted eagerly. “When did he get transferred?”

Rynne tapped her lush red lips. “Um, he left Kirkwall maybe… less than a week ago? I think.” She looked hopefully at Fenris and Piper. “Is that helpful? I don’t listen to my brother half the time, but if listening actually paid off this time…”

Piper slung an arm around Rynne’s shoulder and shook her playfully. “Yes, it’s helpful! It’s perfect. Already helping out, and she hasn’t even set foot on the ship yet.” She wrinkled her nose at Fenris. “And you thought she would be useless.”

Rynne looked at Fenris with wide eyes. “You thought I would be useless?”

To Fenris’s vast annoyance, he could feel the tips of his ears turning warm again. He shot Piper a dirty look and picked up the oars once more. “Possessing one piece of helpful information does not prove your utility,” he muttered.

Rynne blinked at him, then shrugged and delicately arranged the skirt of her nightgown over her legs. “Well, that’s all right. I am fairly useless. But I’m a fast learner,” she said cheerfully. “I can’t wait to start learning how to be a pirate! Like how to sail and how to, er, handle swords and such things. And looting. Is that the right term for taking other people’s things? ‘Looting’?” She perked up and smiled at them. “And sea shanties! Do you sing shanties on your ship?”

Piper couldn’t answer; she was doubled over in laughter, and Fenris scowled at her before answering Rynne’s question. “The others do, sometimes,” he said. “But not I.”

“You don’t?” Rynne said. “Shame. I bet you’ve got a gorgeous singing voice, if your normal voice is anything to go by.” She shot him another flirtatious look.

He grunted and focused on rowing the boat, and Piper finally caught her breath. “I like shanties,” she said. She wiped a tear of mirth from her face and grinned at Rynne. “I’ll teach you one as soon as we get on the ship. We can wake the crew up with our wonderful singing.”

Rynne grinned. “Ooh, that will be a good way to ingratiate myself to your crew. ‘Hello, I’m Rynne Hawke. I’m useless but I just learned this song, so wake up and listen while I sing it to you!’”

She was laughing, and Piper was laughing with her, and Fenris frowned slightly as they neared the Lady Luck. He was of half a mind to tell Rynne that being part of a pirate crew was not all fun and games; in fact, it was primarily hard work and being on guard for any unexpected threats — especially given Piper’s tendency to steer joyfully into danger.

But Rynne looked so cheerful. She and Piper were happily discussing sea shanties and trying to choose the most lewd one for Rynne to learn, and for some reason, Fenris bit his tongue.

They pulled up alongside the Lady Luck near the rope ladder that led to the deck, and Piper rose to her feet with a grin. “Home sweet home,” she said to Rynne. “Up we go!” She swiftly scrambled up the rope ladder. A minute later, she threw down some ropes for the dinghy.

Fenris swiftly tied the ropes to the rings on the bow and stern of the dinghy. Rynne, meanwhile, carefully found her footing, then took hold of the rope ladder and started climbing. But before she could climb more than three rungs, she looked worriedly back into the dinghy. “Oh, my shoes—”

“You won’t need them on deck,” Fenris said. “In fact, I don’t think anyone will ever need those shoes again.” He jerked his chin at the rope ladder. “Go on.”

She smiled at him as she started to climb again. “You’re very bossy, you know,” she said. “I left Kirkwall so I wouldn’t have to be bossed around by some man, but I think I could stand to be bossed around by you.”

Fenris huffed and followed her up the ladder. “That will depend on what role is found for you. It remains unclear to me what Piper thinks you’ll be able to do.”

Piper tutted at him as she helped Rynne onto the deck. “Oh Fen, if you’re in love with our lovely Lady Rynne, just say so. No need to keep picking on her like a small child.”

Rynne turned and grinned at him. “Why Fenris, are you in love with me?” She fanned herself playfully. “We only just met, but I suppose I could be persuaded to court you…” She winked at Piper, and the two of them cackled.

Fenris glowered at Piper. “I am not — you are the childish one. You’re barely even taller than a child,” he added petulantly.

She wrinkled her nose and pointed at him. “Pouting. Bad flirting. You’re the child.” She kissed Rynne noisily on the cheek, then scampered off toward the stern. “Going to wake up Dorian and Varric!” she shouted, and she disappeared through the door to the officer’s quarters.

Rynne, meanwhile, was staring at everything on the ship with wide eyes. She clasped her hands in front of her chest and beamed at him. “Everything is so… ship-y!” she exclaimed. “I love those ropes.”

Fenris eyed her suspiciously. “You mean the rigging?”

“Yes!” she said. “It looks very interesting. And important.”

Fenris rubbed his mouth. This was hopeless. She was hopeless. She didn’t even know the most basic things about a ship. How were they supposed to find something useful for this woman to do if she didn’t even know what the rigging was for?

“Hey,” Rynne said.

Fenris looked at her. Her arms were folded, and her expression was matter-of-fact. “Don’t write me off just yet, not when I just got here,” she said. “I really am a fast learner.”

He raised a skeptical eyebrow, and she took a step closer to him. “I mean it, Fenris. I’ll learn anything. I want to learn. I want to… Maker’s balls, I want to do everything. I’ve just never had the chance.” She gazed up at the sails and the mast and the crow’s nest, and the smile on her face grew wider as she took it all in.

She rested her palms on the taffrail and gazed out toward the eastern horizon, which was painted now with myriad shades of rosey-pink and clementine. “I never had the chance,” she said softly. “I… this is my chance. I’m finally…” She sighed happily, then looked at him. “Now that I’m here, I’ll learn anything. I mean it. However you and Piper think I’ll be useful on the ship, I’ll do it.”

Fenris folded his arms. “Anything, you say?”

She turned toward him with a bright smile. “Yes! Anything.”

“What if we made you become the cook’s assistant?” he said.

She nodded eagerly. “I’ve never cooked before, and I might burn everything at first, but yes!”

He lifted his chin. “If we tell you to swab the decks?”

She grimaced. “You mean mopping, I assume? Not ideal since I’m a slob, but yes. If it means I earn my keep, then I’ll do that.”

He lifted his chin. “And if you must learn to slit a man’s throat?”

At his blunt words, Rynne’s smile transformed into a look of shock. He huffed and looked out at the eastern sky. “There is not a single person on this ship who hasn’t killed a man, and with skill,” he told her quietly. “Self-defense, raids on slaver ships, skirmishes over territory or loot… This is a pirate’s life. Our crew is less murderous than most, but we are killers nonetheless.” He shot her a hard look. “This is what you have run away to. Is it not what you expected?”

She was quiet for a moment. Then she took a step closer to him. “I’ll do what I have to,” she said firmly. “I asked for this. I knew what I was getting into when I asked Piper to help me escape Kirkwall. If I have to learn to… to slit a man’s throat, then I will.”

Fenris studied her critically. Her tone was firm, and her pretty face was anxious but determined.

Then she smiled. “How do you teach that, anyway?” she asked. “Do you run dinner knives along each other’s necks for practice? Whose job is it to teach throat-slitting?”

“It is mine, in fact,” he said. “I am the master-at-arms.”

She stared at him in surprise, then smiled more brightly still. “So you’ll be teaching me?” she said. She looked more enthusiastic than ever. “How wonderful! Honestly, Fenris, I’ll be a good pupil. You can teach me anything.”

Anything? The thought rose unbidden from the deepest part of his mind — an unexpectedly ribald thought, accompanied by an unexpected and unwelcome fantasy of Rynne receiving some lessons of a very private nature at his hands.

He tore his gaze away from her lips and folded his arms defensively. Then, to his vast relief, Piper burst out of the officer’s quarters with Varric in tow.

“Dorian’s still in bed, the lazy ass,” she told Fenris. She skipped up to the helm. “Wake everyone up, will you?” she called down to Varric. “I want to get going.”

“Varric!” Rynne squealed, much to Fenris’s surprise. She hurried over to the dwarf and kissed his cheeks. “Oh, how lovely to see you! You can catch me up on all my favourite stories! Have you continued with Swords and Shields? You know how long I’ve been waiting for a sequel…”

Varric chuckled and politely kissed her hand. “Lady Rynne. Funny seeing you here on our humble ship.”

“Humble, my ass!” Piper yelled from the upper deck. “This is the best ship in all of Thedas and you know it.”

Varric shook his head in amusement. Fenris raised an eyebrow at him and Rynne. “You know each other?”

“Of course!” Rynne exclaimed. “Everyone in Kirkwall knows Varric. He’s the smartest man in Kirkwall. His bookshop was my favourite place to hide until he ran off to join Piper.” She shot Varric a mocking little pout. “You left me alone with no one to spend time with.”

He chuckled and patted her elbow. “Ah, it all worked out. Since you’re here, I’ll catch you up on your stories, I promise. Maybe even a sequel to that damned romance serial.”

She clapped her hands delightedly, and Fenris scoffed to himself. It seemed like he was the only one so far who was immune to Rynne’s charms.

Then Piper scampered over to join them. “All right, all right, we’re all friends and everyone knows each other and it’s a jolly good time, but I want to get a move on,” she said impatiently. She punched everyone in the arm — including Rynne, who exclaimed in surprise — then planted her fists on her hips. “Go wake up my fucking crew, you useless lot. I want to draw anchor and get out of here.”

“All right, all right,” Varric said affably. He sauntered casually toward the bow. “Where are we headed?”

“To Estwatch,” she confirmed. She folded her arms, and her expression was determined and fierce. “We’re going to find out what happened to Cullen.”

[angelkurenai]

Imagine being an Omega and during a night out in a bar you meet your true Alpha mate, demon Dean.

“This is such a terrible idea.” you groaned as you followed after your friends.

“Will you stop being such a cock-block already?” one of your friends asked and you rolled your eyes.

“If a cock-block to you means having some actual sense in me, then no. What we're doing is simply reckless, don't you see that!?” you tried to keep yourself from raising your voice.

“Oh come (Y/n/n) just live a little! It's not the first time we're going to a bar after sneaking out in the middle of the night!”

“She's right, stop complaining and relax! Just enjoy this!” she threw an arm over your shoulders and you shook your head in disbelief.

“Sure and then as a ghost I'll say to my parents, mom, dad, don't cry that I died just know I enjoyed it!” you said full of sarcasm, glaring at your friend.

“Geez (Y/n) you're not gonna die tonight, relax! It's just a bar like any other.” she shrugged.

“Do you need me to point out for like the millionth time that there was dead body found here just last night?!” you looked at them with wide eyes “It was all over the news!”

“Really? Cause I don't see one here.” she giggled and you glared at her.

“I'm serious about this! That place in there is full off not just asshole Betas. There are killers in there and there are Alphas that I- I don't wanna think what they're capable of.” you shuddered but they just brushed it off “There is no place for Omegas in there, the second they catch smell of us we're screwed! Come on, let's just go back.”

“Oh please (Y/n), some of us may be Omegas but they're not gonna be all over us just for that! We lived in a country with laws, we don't just act like animals whenever we want to.”

“Some Alphas do.” you chewed on your lower lip “I tell you doing this is not a good idea, if we've got some asshole Alpha on our tail after this-”

“We'll deal with it, hush now. Plus, who knows maybe we'll end up being lucky instead tonight and find some cute Alpha to take back home.”

“At the age of twenty and this is what my life has come to.” you shook your head.

“Yet you still haven't left or run away, so that proves a point!”

“It proves the point that I care about you and don't wanna lose my friends!” you retorted.

“Or there is a pull! There is something stronger, in there, probably your own Alpha waiting for you walk in and rock his world! Both literally and metaphorically!” she giggled as you rolled your eyes.

“Just shut up, you'll love it you'll see. Black Spur is the best choice for tonight, and we're about to get in!” and with an ever so dramatic move she pushed the door open, all of your friends giggling and laughing as a laugh slipped from your lips. You were a little overwhelmed as it usually happened with any bar when the door first opened, but it wasn't unpleasant in the least bit. If anything you could actually say that if it wasn't for what you'd found out you would probably show up regularly here.

There were enough people around you, both men and women. Different scent letting you know that thankfully there were already a few Omegas around, like the blonde waitress herself who offered you a small smile as you entered. Your eyes moved all around and you did notice a couple men already staring at you, in an all too familiar way. Being young, unmated Omegas certainly made plenty of heads turn when you walked in a place. Those men were no exception, and they just screamed asshole Alpha in all kinds of ways. It made your skin crawl but you knew the best option was to not challenge them any further by continuing your staring. You recognized a couple Betas in the crowd as well, their scent being more subtle.

But as your eyes skipped all around the place there was one thing that made you freeze in your place, even as your friends walked ahead of you. It stood out like none ever before had to you, you could probably spot it from miles away. It was both not just the strongest but also most delicious scent you had ever had the chance to smell. It evoked a different mix of emotions through you that overwhelmed. A heavy feeling sat at the pit of your stomach, your heart leapt to your throat and your whole body shivered, your mouth watering and your throat closing. Your heart hammered inside your chest as you searched all around for the source and sure it didn't take you long to find it, because the person was also looking for an equally strong and appealing scent to them.

Not just any person, though, your Alpha.

You felt the shivers run down your spine once you locked eyes with his gorgeous green ones. He was at the bar with just a beer next to him, his whole demeanor would otherwise scream trouble but you didn't have the mind to think about it at the moment. He seemed to have a dark aura around him but for some reason those green eyes didn't give you the feeling that he could be real bad. You saw him lick his lips and jump up from his seat, striding towards you.

Without a second thought you did the exact same, the closer you got to each other the stronger the scent and your feelings got. You almost felt dizzy, your breathing becoming ragged and you couldn't control how hard your heart beat inside your chest. He was faster than you, having reached you more quickly and the moment you were only inches away a whimper actually left your lips.

“Alpha?” you whispered and when you got a growl as a response and you instantly the craving build inside you. The craving to have him all over you, and although not easily turned on just by a man's looks you struggled real hard to think straight this time. He looked even better from up close and if those lips weren't to sin for then you didn't know what.

“Omega” his voice was rough, naturally so, and husky as he stared at you with blown pupils Without a warning he took hold of your arms and pressed you tightly to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck after pushing away every piece of fabric that could prevent him from having skin to skin contact. He held you by your waist while his other hand was at the back of your neck. You did the same, tugging away at the flannel he was wearing a little too roughly, fisting the fabric in your hands and trying to press yourself as close as possible, which gained a chuckled from him.

“Hey lovebirds-” your friend's voice sounded so distant “The whole bar's staring at you, you can take it somewhere else yeah?”

“Sh-she's r-right-” you stuttered breathlessly but you didn't pull away, you just couldn't “Alpha” your choked out although your lips skipped over his skin, trying to inhale as much as of that wonderful scent as possible. Your hands were roaming each other unable to stop.

“”Mega.” he growled softly, pulling just barely away to take a look around him “Let's go.” he breathed out huskily, taking hold of your hand and only giving you a small tug before you just followed after him.

“You rock his world girl!” one of your friends cheered after you and you looked at her with wide eyes, still following after your Alpha. You caught him chuckle at the words and looked down with burning cheeks, thankfully when you got out for the cold night air hitting your face.

He lead towards a beautiful car you had noticed from before and pressed you against it, staring deeply into your eyes for a few minutes before finally breathing out “Damn I'm a lucky bastard.”

“Name's (Y/n).” you whispered with a small chuckle and he grinned at you.

“Dean, sweetheart. Hell, it's a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Trust me, pleasure is all mine.” you breathed out shakily, making his smile widen.

“So tell me, little one, what's a pretty Omega like you doing in a place like that?” he paced his hands on your hips, and using a leg to parts yours, bringing his face close to your cheek “You've got all kinds of Alphas looking at you the moment you entered the place-” he almost growled and said in a scolding voice “To the point I thought I'd be spilling lots of blood for your pretty eyes tonight.”

“Wh-what?” you whimpered softly, but it wasn't just at the fear that rose up in your chest. As much ashamed as you were to admit it you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning when he pushed your hips with his. It hadn't happened before but then again this was your Alpha, your body was reacting to his touch without you even realizing it, it was basic biology. That, plus the insanely handsome but dark man could have any woman undressing in front of him with just a look.

“Dean” a voice was heard before he had the chance to respond and he sighed in frustration, looking over his shoulder for just a split second just as you did to notice the blonde waitress from before standing there with a somewhat crestfallen look on her face.

“Busy now.” he growled, looking back at you and never tearing his eyes off you, his hands roaming your entire figure and face buried in the crook of your neck again.

“Crowley-” she cleared her throat, her eyes lingering on you for a moment before she looked away “Crowley says he needs to talk to you, it's important.”

“Tell him I'm busy.” he growled, just as frustrated but as you ran your fingers through his hair you felt him relax and smile almost wickedly as he looked up at you.

“Love the effect you have on me already.” he said in a husky voice and you couldn't stop a giggle.

“But he said he needs you to do something, some plans. He-” she spoke again and you saw him roll his eyes.

“I don't care!” he snapped angrily, slamming his hand on the car and making you both jump. But he instantly turned to you, holding your chin with his hand.

“Easy Omega.” he said in a still rough voice “Alpha's not gonna hurt you. Never.” he leaned in, his eyes still dark but somehow giving you only a feeling of safety because you actually felt that his words were real “Say it?”

“Never” you whispered, nodding your head as he did. It wasn't just the command or how you naturally did as he said but because you actually felt yourself relax.

“Good, baby girl.” he, unlike what you'd have ever thought, leaned in and kissed your cheek almost tenderly so.

“Tell him I don't care what his game is, I'm not his toy. I have my own plans for-” he looked at you, licking his lips “Tonight and for the rest of the way.” he smirked slightly when you bit your own lip.

“Al-alright.” she hesitated but was back inside without a further word, your eyes following her every step inside and you couldn't help but wonder for a moment.

“Alpha” you whispered, catching his attention immediately “Is she-”

“Of no importance.” he completed your sentence without waiting a bit “Don't think about it now, baby. You're my Omega, aren't you?” he raised an eyebrow and you gave him a small nod.

“Good, because there is something else more important here to talk about.” he pulled slightly away to look you in the eyes “You need to have some courage to at least come in a bar like this, especially if there was a murder just last night, right? What are you doing here, Omega?”

“I-” you cleared your throat, maybe your nature meant you were submissive to your Alpha but you wouldn't listen to the rules and play weak, not when you could “I simply wanted to have a night out, some fund with my friends. We snuck out in the middle of the night just so that we could see the infamous Black Spur from up close, murder or not.”

“Quite the rebel, aren't you?” he smirked “So what, not put off by the idea that there was blood here just 24 hours ago?”

“It is a little bit but my friends say I should stop being such a goodie-goodie and a cock-block so- I figured to tag along.” you shrugged and he hummed.

“So what-” he tilted his head “Are you not afraid, little Omega? Are you not afraid of the monster that could do this?”

“There are no monsters, Dean. Only people with real tough pasts and problems.”

He grinned “You're too pure for this world, sweetheart, but not everything's that sugar-coated.” he shook his head, lifting his chin slightly “If anything, the real monsters are closer to you than you think. Let me ask you, what are you really afraid of, (Y/n)? We sure all have our own fears.”

“What are you afraid of?” you questioned back and he chuckled slightly.

“I asked you first you know.” he pointed out with a smirk.

“We are all scared of a thing or two-” you shrugged “Even if you won't admit it so are you.”

“I just love it when you play fearless.” he grinned “You're an interesting, Omega. Not like the ones I've come across.”

“You mean not a submissive little bitch?” you scoffed a laugh “We live in the 21st century, Dean, of course I wouldn't be. If anything, true mate or not, you'll have to fight to win me over, just so you know.”

“Have I not already?” he grinned and you scoffed a laugh.

“Let's pretend you haven't, no.” you giggled “And... to answer your question, there is probably only one thing that... scares me.”

“What exactly?”

“Demons” you breathed out, the smile falling from your lips “Real demons, their black eyes and what they're capable of.”

He hummed, clicking his tongue as he leaned in “Probably... but not for their Omegas.” he said in a rough voice before his eyes turned pitch black.

[princeofdespair]

Don’t Screw It Up

Pairings: Platonic Polyamsanders/LAMP

Summary: Thomas has a date and his sides do their best to keep him out of trouble, all the while looking after each other.

Warnings: Minor food mention, minor swearing, negative thinking. Let me know if I need to tag anything else!

Word Count: 4,992

A/N: This is a...very different format then what I usually write. I wrote this in just a couple of hours but it usually takes a few weeks when I'm working on a fic, so I apologize if this isn't my best work. I just had this idea floating around in my drafts for a while and thought it would be a good fic for the one year anniversary of the Sanders Sides! I really hope you guys enjoy it!

Side note: I didn't give his date a name and kept his features up to the imagination because the alternative felt almost like making an oc to ship a real person with and I wasn't comfortable with that. Also, if the sides are arguing while in Thomas' mind think of it as when you're trying to make a quick decision and your brain is running a mile a minute, as in, Thomas is not just standing there blankly lol.

[Read on AO3!]

“Here, Thomas. This red shirt looks amazing on you. Wear this tonight.”

“I think the blue one would be a better match, it doesn't clash with his hair as much.”

“Um, excuse me?”

Roman turned his attention to the logical side, holding the red button up shirt in one hand, the other resting on his hip. He looks Logan up and down and sneers, “The last time I checked, I was the romantic side, not you.”

Logan rolls his eyes and grabs the blue polo from the closet. “I wasn't aware that made you the designated fashionista out of the four of us.”

“Well of course it does!” Roman exclaimed, clearly not picking up on his sarcasm. “The red shirt is obviously-”

“Blue. You'll thank me later, Thomas.”

“Red.”

“Blue.”

“Red!”

“Blue!”

Thomas puts his hands up and says, “Guys, please! Can we just agree on something!”

Logan and Roman are too busy glaring at each other and arguing to notice Patton slip between them to set a simple, gray long-sleeved shirt on the bathroom counter. It matches. Thomas silently thanks him and slips it on, ignoring his creativity and logic so he can start working on his hair. Patton goes back over to Virgil and sits down next to him on the bed where the anxious side is currently holding his head in his hands. Patton pats his back and Virgil only grunts. Did they really have to pull this crap already? They didn't have much time before Thomas had to leave to go pick up his date. Virgil was already on edge and the arguing wasn't helping his nerves one bit.

Roman finally notices Thomas' choice of an outfit and he huffs, throwing the shirt on the ground. “Fine, don't listen to me! You're romantic side! I mean come on, Thomas! This,” he gestures wildly around him, “is my thing!”

Thomas runs more product into his hair with his fingers and sighs. “I know, Roman. But you have to work with the others too, we've talked about this.”

Roman deflates a little and drops his arms to his side. “I...you're right. I apologize, Thomas. I'm just...”

“Are you nervous, kiddo?” Patton asks from his seat next to a still distressed Virgil.

Roman bristles, “No! Of course not! This is a date after all! Why would I of all people be...” He trails off. Who was he kidding? They were all connected, of course they knew. Roman sighs and joins Patton, sitting on the other side of him and quietly says, “Yes.”

Patton just smiles and rubs his back with his free hand, “Hey, that's okay! This is the first date we've had in a while, it's normal to be a little bit nervous!”

Roman leans against Patton's side and Virgil feels those old scars from Thomas' last relationship start to sting again. They needed to keep it together and play their parts if they wanted this to go smoothly. Virgil wasn't expecting anything good to happen tonight but he could at least hope it was just disappointment they had to deal with and not sadness or anger. Disappointment fell on him, sadness was Patton's to bear and although the moral side was currently smiling and excitedly trying to keep everyone’s spirits up, Virgil knew Patton was just as nervous. Maybe even downright scared.

Logan rubs the sleeves of the polo still in his hands and says, “Ten more minutes before we have to leave, Thomas.”

Thomas nods and walks out of his bathroom and back into his room. He spreads out his arms and asks, “How do I look?”

Roman sits straight up, a smile planted back on his face and exclaims, “Amazing as ever! Though, I still think the red-”

“Adequate. You're date will most likely find you more appealing than usual.”

Patton claps his hands and says, “Aw, you look so gosh darn handsome, kiddo! He'll love it!”

Virgil bites his tongue, thinking that the outfit was alright but not great and his face could be clearer and his hair was always a mess and they'd probably think he was a slob...but the others don't wait for his opinion anyway and it wasn't like Thomas didn't know that was what he was thinking. Virgil could let them boost him up a little, no harm in that.

“Right. Okay. Got my keys, wallet, pants are on, I think I'm all set!”

Logic hangs the shirt back up in his closet, brows furrowed in thought but Virgil is the only one who seems to notice. Great. He hates having to be the one to call them out.

“What's on your mind, Lo?”

They all turn to Virgil and then their eyes are on Logan who clears his throat and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“It's just...I'm not sure I understand why you're all so nervous.”

Patton cocks his head to the side. “Well, it's a first date, Logan. Anyone would be-”

“But the two of them have already established that they have, ugh, feelings, for each other. This isn't a stranger Thomas met online, it's someone he's known for years and had started to develop a romantic interest in months ago. Isn't the more obvious response to be excited about the beginnings of a potential relationship?”

Roman is the first to answer him saying, “Why, that's precisely why we're worried, Specs. We want tonight to be as perfect as it can be.”

“But one can assume that everything will turn out just fine! Thomas likes him, he likes Thomas. They've been friends for years, they're far past the awkward getting to know each other stage. They date, they become partners, maybe copulate-

“Logan, please!” Thomas yells, turning bright red.

Logan sighs and his voice is calmer when he says, “Apologies. All I’m saying, is that there doesn't seem to be a need for all this tension.

“Yeah well, I'm trying my best here.” Virgil draws his knees up to his chest and looks down at the floor. He really wanted them all to be happy but, he was anxiety. He couldn't always help it.

Logan reaches out and then draws back, he shakes his head and says, “That's not...Virgil I didn't mean to-”

Thomas' phone goes off and all five of them jump, Virgil actually whimpering as he's startled. Patton puts an arm around him.

Thomas turns the alarm off and says, “It's time to go. Guys, look...”

The sides turn their attention to him and Thomas does his best to literally pull himself together.

“Yeah, I'm pretty nervous. Heck if I'm being honest, I'm terrified, but I know it's been long enough and I really miss having someone to take care of and vice versa. Just...be on you're best behaviors tonight, okay? It'll be...it'll be fine. More than fine. I'll have an amazing night.” Thomas knows full well that he's saying this to himself, just as much as he is to the sides.

Logan beams at him. “That's the spirit, Thomas!”

Virgil buries his head against his knees and tries his hardest to calm down. Those nagging shadows won't leave him alone right now. They've been whispering to him all day and the closer they got to the date, the harder it was to tune them out.

Because, what if it's all some cruel trick and they get stood up? What if Thomas says the wrong thing and he gets upset and leaves right in the middle of it? What if he turns out to have been an asshole this whole time or what if-

“What if we get hurt again?”

Patton looks up when he feels everyone's eyes on him and quickly puts a smile back on his face. “Oh don't mind me! I was just-”

“No. We're not doing this again.”

Logan walks over to them and kneels down in front of Patton, he puts a hand on his knee and says in a hushed voice, “Patton, while that is an unfortunate possibility, nothing good will come out of dwelling on those thoughts. Thomas has learned a lot since...since the last time. We won't make the same mistakes again and we certainly won't let someone else hurt him.” He glances over at Virgil who clings tighter to Patton. No. He would not let that happen again. He'll keep them all safe but...what if keeping them safe means making Thomas unhappy?

Virgil stays silent but gives him an understanding nod. Logan turns back to Patton and says, “We have to look forward to the future, Patton, not shy away from what it has to offer.”

Patton wipes at his eyes and this time when he smiles, it's genuine. “Okay. Thanks, Teach.”

Thomas takes a moment to get a good look at each of them and then says, “Alright...you guys ready?”

Roman is the first to go, stopping to rest his hand on Patton's shoulder before he sinks out. Logan follows, then Patton. Virgil and Thomas meet eyes for a moment, and then he joins the others.

Thomas thinks, as he gets into his car and heads over to his dates house, that it's both a blessing and a curse to have the ability to deal with oneself so intimately.

One thing Thomas still didn't know about his sides is exactly what happens when they sink out and into his mind. He knows they have rooms sure, and he knows now that when he visits them, he's just projecting a part of himself into that section of his mind while his physical form stays where it is. What he doesn't know, is that when Thomas doesn't need to see them directly, they assumes a new form entirely.

The closest thing to describe them would be ghosts. They seemed to float around in the openness of the mindspace, a giant window where they could see through Thomas' eyes in front of them. They all glowed a different color. Respectively, Virgil was a deep purple, Logan a dark blue, Roman a brilliant red and Patton a light, teal blue. They had no solid facial features but they could feel each other more intensely than they could in the physical world. Right now, Patton was beaming and the feeling from his smile was warm against the others forms.

P – He's almost there!

R – We should have gotten him a gift! If only someone hadn't talked Thomas out of stopping to pick up flowers.

He glares at Virgil who just rolls his eyes and repeats himself from earlier.

V – That would be too awkward. He would have to go back inside his house and find a vase and someplace to put them and, ugh.

L – Do not forget this dates circumstances are different from the others Thomas has been on recently. We know this person fairly well. There's no need to try and 'woo them' with trivial gifts.

R – It's still a date, nerd! You're supposed to shower your love with gifts!

P – Now kids, there's no need to fight...

Thankfully, the sides had gotten good at keeping their arguments low enough that Thomas didn't have to pay much attention to them. He was pulling up into their driveway now and Virgil could feel how anxious he was, which in turn, made him anxious and if he wasn't careful they would just bounce back and forth until one of them started to panic. Virgil kept his breathing even, the nervousness Thomas was feeling now was healthy. This was a new situation, he needed to have his guard up.

Thomas got out of his car and took a deep breath in and out, shaking his hands as if trying to shake off some of his nerves and then walks to his front door. He knocks three times. His date answers exactly thirty seconds after. Logan was counting.

He grins as soon as he sees him and says, “Hey, Thomas!” His date looks him up and down and whistles, “Looking good, man.”

R – DID YOU HEAR THAT?! HE SAID-

P – Hush!

Thomas swallows the sudden lump in his throat and chuckles nervously. He had always been very outspoken, this shouldn't be so surprising. “Thanks. Um...”

R – Tell him he's the most beautiful man you've ever seen. That his eyes sparkle like-

V – Do you have any chill?

“...you too.” He cringed inwardly, feeling Virgil cursing his awkwardness.

His date just laughed and started to head towards his car. “You don't have to be so worked up, okay? Let's just, you know, hang out like we always do.” He smirks as they get into his car and adds, “It's just not so platonic this time, if you know what I mean.”

He raises his eyebrows up and down and Thomas snorts out a laugh. They could all feel him starting to relax. It was just like Logan said, they knew this person, there shouldn't be anything to be afraid of. Virgil still wasn't convinced. The others could get all comfortable if they wanted to but he wasn't letting up. He promised Logan he wouldn't let Thomas get hurt again. He wouldn't break that promise, even if it meant making Thomas a little more anxious.

They stop and get dinner first. A nice sit down restaurant, but nothing too fancy. Despite what his date said earlier, everything still felt somewhat stiff. They stuck to safe conversations while they waited for their orders (“How's work? “Good, good. And you?”) but after a while, they slowly fell back into something familiar. Making dumb jokes and geeking out over things just like they always did.

Virgil feels Logan's presence behind him as he reminds Thomas (again) to stop drinking so fast or he'll choke.

L – I know what you're doing.

V – Making sure we don't die? Yep.

Logan actually chuckles and settles down next to him.

L – Thomas is doing really well, but I can still sense that he's anxious.

Virgil doesn't respond. He was determined. Not even Logan could talk him out of this. To his surprise, Logan smiles at him.

L – Thank you.

V – What?

L – I asked you to protect us and that's what you're doing, isn't it? Making sure he doesn't put too much of his heart into this one date?

Virgil stays silent, he's not sure how to respond to that.

L – You're managing to keep his anxiety levels low enough that he can enjoy himself, but high enough that he doesn't go too far. I'm quite proud of you, Virgil.

Logan leaves him then, just in time to go over and stop Roman from throwing another unnecessary compliment at his date and Virgil stares at the screen, trying to process all of what he said. He never really learned how to take a compliment.

After dinner, they go to an aquarium, an idea all four of the sides could easily agree on. A little nerdy, a little romantically cliché, fairly quiet and basically perfect. Roman pushes Thomas to slip his hand into his dates before Virgil can stop him, but he just intertwines their fingers and smiles at Thomas who's thankful that the dim lighting could shadow his blush.

They enter a room with a giant jellyfish tank right in the center and his date runs towards it, eyes wide and full of wonder like a little kids. The butterflies Virgil was doing a good job of controlling up until now, fluttered helplessly inside Thomas and he sighed.

He turns around and says, “I love these guys. They're so freaking cool, don't you think, Thomas?”

Thomas hums in agreement and walks over to them, he's feeling nervous all over again. “Some jellyfish can actually clone themselves.”

R – Oh no, not this again.

L – What? I was just thinking how fascinating it is that in some cases, an injured parent can create...

“...hundreds of baby jellyfish with pieces of itself”.

V – Logan! Knock it off, you're making us look like an asshole!

P – Virgil, watch your language! But...Lo, maybe ease up just a little before-

“Seriously? That's freaking awesome!”

They all stare in shock at the screen, even Logan who truly didn't mean to get over excited. It had proven to have negative effects on people in the past.

They take Thomas' hand again and drag him to another tank. “Alright smart guy, know anything about these cuties?” He points to the butterfly fish swimming around in the tank and looks at him expectantly. Thomas looks at the fish and then back to his date and gulps. “Um...”

The three of them focus in on Logan who would probably be sweating right now if he was in his physical form.

L – Uh. Those are-

R – He knows what they're called, Genius!

P – Be nice...

R – You got us into this, Logic! Just dig down in that big head of yours and tell him, Logic! What do we know about butterfly fish, Logic?!

L – I don't know, okay?! Do I look like a marine biologist?

R – No, but you do look like a jackass!

P – Creativity!

Roman flinches at Patton's raised voice. Virgil tries his best to tune them out while he focus on keeping Thomas from sinking.

(V – Tell him the truth. It's fine, Thomas.)

“I actually don't know anything about them.” He laughs nervously and adds, “But I got a whole lot of jellyfish facts if you want!”

He raises an eyebrow at him and Thomas wishes he would let go of his hand because he's trying hard to keep them from shaking.

“Why do you know so much about jellyfish?”

Thomas shrugs. “I don't know, I get bored and start researching random stuff when I can't sleep. I just happened to have read the entire Wikipedia article for jellyfish once and managed to retain some of what I learned.” He gives another awkward chuckle and then adds,“Super weird, right?”

“That's actually kinda cool.”

“It-it is?”

“Yeah! I mean I always knew you were smart, just another reason why I fell for you I guess. Among other things.”

Roman stares at the screen, and then slowly turns to Logan who looks just as surprised. Then his aura glows a little brighter and a smugness, that could only have been directed at the fanciful side, washes over them.

“Oh,” was all Thomas managed to get out.

His date quickly looked away from him, and cleared his throat. “Ahem, anyway! Give me more facts about jellies.”

Thomas feels Logan's presence flex happily in his mind and says, “Yeah...I can do that.”

They had been out for several hours but it felt like only a short amount of time had passed. When they walked out of the aquarium they were greeted with the night sky. It was past ten p.m and they both had work to do the next day which meant...this was it. Their date was coming to an end.

There was a strange atmosphere in the mindspace. Happiness, because the date went so well. Sadness, because it was over. A hint of fear, because...what comes next? Virgil feels Roman sigh and glances over to see Patton circling around him. Trying to cheer him up, whispering to him.

P – Don't worry! We can ask him out another time! I'm sure he had a good time too!

Virgil got the feeling it wasn't just Princey he was trying to convince.

The drive back was quite but the atmosphere was much more comfortable than it was at the start of the date. Thomas catches his eye at every stoplight and he always greets him with a warm smile. Virgil can't help it as he flickers and the butterflies in Thomas' stomach flare up, every single time.

When Thomas pulls into his driveway, there's a sense of sadness around them now. He didn't want this night to end but it was getting late. Logan reassures him in the back of his mind, that the date seemed to go well so he would most likely ask to meet again. Roman pushing for Thomas to ask first this time, ignoring the anxious energy Virgil pushes onto that idea.

They sit in the car in silence for a few moments until his date says, “Well...this is my stop.”

“Yeah. Sorry, I drove as slow as I could.”

He laughs and then bites down on his lip nervously. He hesitates, then finally manages to say, “I know this is gonna sound dumb but...can you walk me to my door? Please?”

Thomas tenses up. That smile driving the butterflies in his stomach crazy. Such a harmless request and yet-

R – Oh my god.

L – What? He is simply asking Thomas to walk with him to his door? Perhaps he has some irrational fear of the dark or-

R – He wants us to kiss him.

L – Roman, please, he's obviously...

Logan's words trail off as he reassess the situation, then his form flickers. He goes to push his glasses up, forgetting momentarily, that he was in the wrong form. A nervous habit he pretended he didn't have.

L – Oh. Ahem. I believe you may be right for once. This scene does look very textbook.

Roman's form is glowing brighter than ever now. His smile is so wide and bright the others can't directly look at him without squinting.

R – Thomas! Listen, as soon as you get to his door you sweep him off his feet and-

V – NO! Are you freaking kidding me?!

Roman fixes his gaze to Virgil and glares, his form changing to a fiery, dark red.

R – This is my territory, Anxiety. I'm not letting you ruin this for us.

V – They don't want a kiss you idiot! He’s...he’s going to tell Thomas he doesn't want to see him anymore...

R – What?!

Fear shoots through Thomas but he's thankfully gotten good at hiding it. He puts on a smile on says, “Yeah. Of course I will.”

They both get out of the car, his date leaning against the passenger side as he waits for Thomas to walk around from his side. He smirks at him and, man it would be great if his sides would stop bickering in his head and just let him enjoy this.

They all get the message loud and clear and the three of them turn to Virgil. He shrinks into himself but his aura starts to glow brighter as he works himself up.

V – Oh god, what did we do wrong this time? Shit. Shit, shit, shit this was a bad idea, I knew it! Thomas has been lead on before but this bad?

P – Virgil...

V – I messed up. I messed up so bad Thomas is gonna get hurt again I messed up I messed up I-

Virgil feels a warm presence wrap around him, he tries to shrug it off, literally holding his arms around himself and shaking back and forth. The presence doesn't relent, moving all around him, annoying but somehow comforting all the same. Virgil looks up at Patton's smiling form. He sticks close to him, pushing as much positive energy as he could on the darker side.

P – You're doing so good, Virgil. You've been such a great help tonight, I'm really proud of you.

Virgil shakes his head and Patton brushes his fingers through his spectral hair.

P – I know you're scared...I'm scared too, but...we'll be alright, Verge.

V – You can't know that.

P – No. But you can't know that this will all fall apart either.

Virgil stares at him wide eyed. Patton was giving a lot of himself to this person and after they were burned so hard the last time...that should scare him. Virgil should be pulling him back in, protecting him. Protecting all of them. But...

Thomas and his date have reached the door. Logic thankfully taking over for the small talk that was commencing. Roman, for once, patiently waiting beside him. He glances at the other two, a pleading look on his face. Virgil looks back to Patton who just nods reassuringly.

Maybe this time...

“I uh, had a really great time tonight, Thomas. Seriously you're um...pretty great.” He snorts and rubs the back of his head, his cheeks are flushed and gosh he was so pretty. Roman is practically whining as he looks back and forth between Thomas' vision and Virgil. They wanted this so bad. Virgil takes a deep breath, in for four seconds...

“I'm so dumb...sorry.”

“No, no! You're...you're perfect.”

...hold for seven seconds...

He giggles and Thomas' heart is racing so hard he's starting to worry that they can actually hear it. His date hums and rocks back and forth on his heels, not quite meeting Thomas' eyes. “I know this is cliché as hell but I didn't want to do this in the car. I just...look I know this is only our first date but I've liked you for so long and you...said you felt the same?” It came out as a question and Thomas could only nod, as Logic was busy keeping Roman and Patton in line. Both of them waiting with bated breath, their forms blindingly bright.

…breath out for eight seconds.

“Yeah. Yeah uh, fuck it. You want to skip all the awkward dates and just...be my boyfriend?”

Logic short circuits. Princey is staring starry eyed and completely dumbstruck. Anxiety can feel how fast Thomas' heart is beating and that usually works him up but now. Now he doesn't know what the hell to think. They're all frozen and just vaguely aware that Thomas is staring at his date (boyfriend? Boyfriend?!?!?) mouth agape like an idiot and they're finally snapped out of it when Morality let's out a joyous shriek.

Thomas squeaks out a giggle and then quickly slams his hand over his mouth (Patton, please!). His date just laughs and says, “You're such a dork. A cute dork.”

R – I'm going for it.

V – Roman, wait!

R – I'M GOING FOR IT!

V – ASK FIRST YOU IDIOT!!!

Thomas takes a deep breath and says, “Can I...kiss you?” They're cheeks flush pink and he nods.

Logan and Virgil stand back and let Roman and Patton take over as Thomas takes his face in his hands and gently pulls him into a kiss. Everyone is glowing now, a feeling of pure happiness washing over them so strong, not even Virgil could overpower it. It's short, far too short in Roman's opinion, but he lets up and when Thomas pulls away, his date is the one looking love struck and dazed for once and a fierce sense of pride, coming from Roman, fills all of them. Roman turns to Virgil and smirks and Virgil just shakes his head with a smile of his own. Patton is floating around the space, cheering and Logan finally gains some control back and goes to calm him down.

“Wow.”

“Yeah...”

“So...is that a yes?”

Thomas let's out a surprised, oh! And then nods, “Yes! Of course!” They both laugh and their date boyfriend pulls him in for another kiss, much to Roman's delight. It is late and Logan insists on saying goodnight, so Thomas does just that. A kiss on the cheek, a wave as his new boyfriend goes back inside and then he just manages walk, not skip, back to his car. Once inside, he leans back against the seat and-

V – Hold it...

-makes sure that no one can see him-

V – Okay, now.

-and then loses his shit. He actually screams and bounces in his seat, throwing his hands up triumphantly. Virgil feels Patton around him again, whispering 'thank you', over and over, he doesn't say a word but he smiles. Yeah, this was kind of terrifying. It could end just as bad as the last relationship, or way worse even. Virgil had no way of knowing but the others might be right, something new didn't have to automatically spell out disaster.

On the ride home, Virgil feels Thomas call out to him and he manifests in the passenger seat. He beams at him and says, “About what Patton said earlier. I'm proud of you too, Virgil. I couldn't have done it without you.”

“Ahem!”

Roman had appeared in the backseat, arms crossed in a pout. Thomas glances at him in the rear view mirror saying, “And you too, Roman. I'm so blessed to have all of you, just the way you are.”

“Eh, good enough, I suppose.”

Thomas shakes his head and chuckles as Roman sinks back into his mind. Virgil rubs the sleeve of his hoodie between his fingers, his voice is soft when he says, “He can still hurt you.”

Thomas lets out a heavy sigh, “I know. I'm not letting my guard down but...I got a good feeling about this, Verge.”

Patton had a good feeling about his last partner too but Virgil keeps that to himself. There was no reason to upset him right now, especially after all the good that came out of tonight. Thomas was still riding on that high and he wasn't going to bring him down just yet. He does however, sit up and give him his best menacing glare and says, “Don't screw this up.” He couldn't not pump at least a little bit of fear into him, couldn't let him think he was going soft.

Thomas doesn't seem to be fazed, he just grins and says, “I'll try.”

Virgil shakes his head, “Nope. Not good enough. Don't. Screw. This. Up.” And then, as he sinks out he adds, “You got this.”

As Virgil retreats back into his mind, Thomas grips the steering wheel and whispers to himself, “Yeah. I got this.”

A/N: *blows a kiss to the sky* I put a lot of energy into this, here's hoping it helps the universe send Thomas an amazing boyfriend.

[tina--bean]

By Candlelight

It’s Christmasssssssssss! 

Wow it’s been a long time since I wrote something. I honestly thought I lost it forever but something hit me tonight after watching Last Sumer (written, directed, and acted but Amy James-Kelly so if you don’t know about it I guess you better start cause it’s awesome and yours truly is a blur in the background) and 1,500 words later, this came out. I’m not sure what even happened. It’s not my strong point writing like this, never done anything like it so I kept it simple, with not much happening in terms of Maddie’s character and actions, hopefully that makes sense. 

Also inspired by:

“I’m going to find that girl underneath the mistletoe and kiss her by candlelight.” - Shakin’ Stevens 

It was another lonely Christmas for Sophie. Sure, she had Rosie to keep her company this year but it didn’t take away the empty feeling she got when she’s standing in a room of crowded people, some of whom are coupled, others married or even in the early stages of a relationship, and, of course, a few single. But of those singles, they are all straight. Meaning none of them are on the cards for her so back to the beginning: another lonely Christmas for Sophie Webster.

Rosie is a social person. She will easily talk to anyone and they would easily talk to her. Unlike Sophie who doesn’t work in an office, hasn’t modelled for companies or done fancy PR work in London (heck, she’s never even been to London); she doesn’t have the skills to say something witty or dumbfounded to strike up a conversation, and she most defiantly doesn’t ooze  sex appeal like her sister to talk to anyone she finds attractive.

So, once again, she found herself—especially at birthday and christmas ones—standing in the corner of the room, sipping on orange juice and vodka through a straw while watching the party unfold in front of her.

The party was being held in No.4 and she never felt more like a stranger in her own home. The place felt so small with the guests. Luckily she had Jack to talk to for the odd minute when he wanted a drink or snack because he’s too shy to go and ask their dad while he’s talking with adult friends, before Jack himself runs off to play the ones of his own age.

Sophie did get an invite from Alya to join her, Luke and Kate for a few drinks at their flat before it got cancelled because Yasmeen wanted an early Christmas dinner with her family after Zeedan found out her had to work on the the twenty-fifth.

Just as well really. Sophie still had mixed feelings for Kate so the idea of spending hours in a tiny flat with her didn’t her with the greatest joy.

Thankfully, the party died down after ten—mainly cause the likes of Fiz and Tyrone, Izzy and Dad needed to get back to put the kids to bed before Santa arrived.

By the time finished helping her mum and Tim tidying up everyone else’s mess, it was pushing past eleven. Not forgetting it was also Rosie’s birthday on Christmas Eve so she had left before with friends (‘cause she had them in all places) to go into town for drinks. They did invite Sophie but she kindly declined—told them she was tired.

Not long after the house was back looking like it’s usual state, Sally and Tim excused themselves upstairs, leaving Sophie by herself.

She had many Christmases in the house. Last year had been the first one she had spend somewhere else. What a change sunny Florida was compared to rainy Weatherfield.

She thought about the good, the bad and the ugly. The year Sally them her she had cancer was a tough one. The childhood times where the easiest. The ones where no bad memories were attached, she could remember anything but good times there, like most families. It was the more recent that were harder. One mistake she would never make again. One of the most memorable being the day she met Maddie. It wasn’t a bad one but what followed proved to be difficult. She never would have guessed the following year would prove to be one of her best and that’s the one she liked to remember the most. It was the one that stuck out the most. The night they bit the bullet and Maddie finally, openly, honestly, open-heartedly admitted she loved Sophie. The most perfect day. What a difference a year can make.

Sophie moved into the kitchen to get a candle in a holder she is has not so fond memories with. She realised she might as well toast Maddie’s memory now (as she has she has done every year since she died) in case she didn’t get a chance tomorrow.

It was Jack’s idea, it was his way of understanding so every year, they would light it in a glass case with the letter M on it picked out specially by him and say something, maybe ask something, say a prayer and blow it out, as if they were sending her a well wish. Jack may have still only been a young child but Sophie didn’t want him to forget Maddie.

She took the candle over to the coffee table in the living room and placed it down before sitting on the very couch they first declared their love to each other on. Sophie said her little prayer before leaning down towards the flame.

“I still love you,” she said, then took a moment to herself to think about the memories of that day before blowing out the candle.

It didn’t budge. It didn’t even move. Taking another deep breath, she tired again.

Nothing.

She pulled a face. Weird. She picked it up and brought it closer to her face.

“I still love you, too, you know.”

Sophie didn’t know how to describe what she just felt. She knew that voice from anywhere. She must have been dreaming or even she suddenly realised she had drank more together than she thought because not only did had she heard a familiar voice but she also saw what she could only describe as the spirit of Maddie sat next to her.

She nearly dropped the candle before ‘Maddie’ helped her put it down.

“How…?”

Sophie was gobsmacked. She believed in God and that there was something after death but ghosts and spirits? She wasn’t too sure.

“Don’t ask questions,” Maddie said.

How could she not? She had a million spinning in her head right now. Was she dreaming? She had to be dreaming, that was the only scientific answer.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. She couldn’t help it. She wanted to see if it was real, reach over and touch Maddie’s face again—one last time if she could but she was too frightened.

“What did I just say?”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I just wanted you to know I’m still here. I watch you everyday. I watch you with Jack, see how he’s grown up. I see you’ve changed jobs. I see you drink more. I see you try to move on. I see you’ve changed your wardrobe and you’re hair - I like it. But I also still see you’re shy. You’re still lonely. You still pray things were different.”

“Things are different,” Sophie whispered, wiping away a tear. She never expected this would make her emotional.

“I know,” Maddie reached out over and placed her and on Sophie’s knee.

Shocks ran through Sophie’s body. She could feel it. It was like Maddie was there but with the smallest touch. Like the weight of a feather. So light but so powerful, magical.

“I’m always with you though, in some way. That I promise you. You just don’t know it,” she smiled.

They looked at each other. Sophie studied every inch of Maddie’s fact. It had been so long. What she wouldn’t give for these moments again so she used that to memorise those features again.

It was Maddie who finally spoke again.

“You’re going to have to blow out that candle and I’m going to disappear. You have to pretend this never happened.”

“How can I?” Sophie pleaded, letting another tear fall.

“No questions,” Maddie shook her head. “I have one last thing and I have to go.”

Maddie reached into her pocket—wearing the clothes she had been that Christmas night 2014—and pulled out pulled out mistletoe before Sophie’s eyes.

If Sophie wasn’t so overcome, she would have laughed, told Maddie not to be so cheesy but she couldn’t she was still in so much awe.

“What do you say we have that kiss we never got when I said I love you?”

Sophie nodded slowly. She didn’t say anything. She still couldn’t, the overwhelming feeling was too much. Se let her body move closer to Maddie’s, and when their lips met it truly was an indescribable feeling. One Sophie had missed, had longed for. It felt so real. Still so light and so soft. Perfect with just them and by candlelight.

But sadly, when Sophie opened her eyes, Maddie was gone.

Just like that she was alone again. The candle was blown out and, for some reason, it made Sophie smile. With it, she took herself to bed, and even thought she knew she couldn’t feel it, she fell asleep knowing Maddie’s was right behind her.

[pokesception]

Adoption Drive: Sableye!

Moon Ball, Prankster, Bold, 5 max IVs (HP, Def, SpA, SpD, Spe), Max EVs (250 HP, 252 Def, 8 SpD), Egg Moves (Recover, Trick, Sucker Punch, Nasty Plot), Male or Female, re-nameable upon request, free to any good home

Would you like to have your very own Sableye?  Of course you would!  After all, who doesn’t love Sableye?!  Those piercing gemstone eyes!  That sleek, purple coat!  The way they wiggle their impish little fingers and twich their adorable heads!  The whispers in the dark!  If you tell me Sableye is anything less than the very best pokemon there is, I will straight up fight you! With a team of nothing but Sableye!  And with their hidden ability Prankster, you’re in for a world of trouble if your team doesn’t have a Dark type pokemon to fall back on - a Dark type pokemon such as your very own Sableye, straight from Sception’s Sleepy Sepulcher!

Hidden Ability Sableye has long been a signature pokemon of the Sepulcher, but now for the first time ever we’re offering Sableye for adoption in stylish Moon Balls, in celebration of the announcement of Pokemon Ultra Moon!

For information on how to adopt a Sableye from Sception’s Sleepy Sepulcher, please visit our Adoption Page (link), or just add Friend Code: 2879-0663-7039, and send us a message with your friend code expressing your interest in adoption.  First time Sableye trainers, please keep reading below for some fun tips and advice on caring for your new pokemon.

So you’re about to adopt your very own Sableye!  Congratulations!  We here at Sception’s Sleepy Sepulcher know how exciting it is to adopt a new pokemon.  However, it’s also important to take a step back and make sure you understand both the rewards and the potential pitfalls before taking on such a big responsibility.  Even more so than with other pokemon, Ghost type pokemon can be tricky and mysterious, potentially even a little bit dangerous, and there’s a lot of superstition and misinformation out there to cut through.  So to get you started on the right foot, here’s a quick guide to taking care of your new Sableye:

Diet

Everyone knows Sableye eat gemstones, that’s why only the super-rich can afford to train them, right?  Actually, that’s not right at all!  To grow up happy and healthy, your Sableye will require plenty of Poke Beans, Berries, and Fresh Water, just like any other Pokemon, and they especially love treats like Poke Puffs and rock candies.  A proper diet is important for maintaining your Sableye’s friendly disposition, as Sableye that are left too hungry for too long can begin to display aggressive behavior.  This is because in the wild Sableye are actually a predatory species, hunting and feeding mainly on small Rock type pokemon such as Bonsly, Roggenrola, or especially Carbink.

So what about the gems, then?  While it’s true that Sableye love the taste of gemstones and will consume any they can get their hands on, they don’t actually gain nourishment from them.  Rather, they incorporate the stones into their skins, where they are thought to serve both a decorative and protective function.  It’s important for your Sableye’s happiness and emotional well being that you provide lots of items they can use for this purpose, but they don’t actually have to be gemstones.  Bright shards of colored glass (don’t worry, the edges become smooth and slightly rounded as they are incorporated into the skin), shiny beads, polished stones, costume jewelry, really anything small, shiny, and colorful will be just as tasty appealing to your Sableye as expensive rubies and sapphires.  Work with your Sableye to develop an exciting look!

Interesting note: a Sableye’s ‘eyes’ are the same sort of decorative display, they don’t actually use them to see, instead they use them to create distracting flashes of light to lure in prey in their dark cave homes.  Their actual face is jut a blank toothy maw, with cute pointy teeth and ears.  How do they see, then?  That’s still a pokemon mystery!  Maybe you’ll be the trainer to solve it!  If you do, please send your findings to us here at Sception’s Sleepy Sepulcher.

Exercise

Sableye are a medium-energy pokemon.  They won’t need quite as much exercise and play as a Rockruff or Pikachu, but they won’t be happy just lazing about all day like a Metapod, either.  Generally about 2 to 3 hour of busy activity playing with you and your other pokemon will keep a Sableye happy and healthy.  If your Sableye doesn’t get enough exercise, then it can become bored and restless.

A bored Ghost pokemon is never a good thing!  Bored Sableye will often start playing ‘pranks’ on their trainer or team mates.  These pranks might range range from merely annoying, such as stealing and hiding your keys or pokedex, to petty and painful such as pulled hair or thrown pebbles, to actually dangerous, such as pushing people or other pokemon off of high ledges.  Remember: even if your pokemon means these pranks to be harmless, what a Ghost type pokemon thinks is harmless may not be harmless to you!

Problem Behavior

Apart from the previously mentioned prankery, and the extremely rare and usually completely harmless supernatural phenomena described below, the main thing to watch out for from Sableye is wild predatory hunting behavior.  This includes hissing (instead of their usual happy chittering), stalking, biting, and ignoring commands from their trainer.

A tame Sableye should never display such aggressive behavior outside of battles, and every Sableye we offer for adoption at Sception’s Sleepy Sepulcher has been bred for several generations to have a calm and friendly, if a bit cheeky disposition towards both humans and other Pokemon.  However, Sableye, like all species of Ghost pokemon, are not truly domesticated, and any individual may begin to display wild hunting behavior if they are not properly fed and cared for, or if they are subjected to too much stress, such as being too often forced to battle to exhaustion.

If your Sableye begins to show these signs, do not punish it, as that will only exacerbate the behavior.  Instead, remove it from your battle rotations for a couple days, and offer it extra treats, affection, and play time until your Sableye returns to it’s usual disposition.  During this time it is especially important to keep your Sableye away from any pokemon smaller than itself, especially rock type pokemon, since it can be extremely difficult to stop a Sableye once it has begun to stalk a victim in earnest, as they are incredibly patient and persistent hunters that can phase right through walls and barriers between them and their prey.  Additionally, it is even even more important than usual to keep your Sableye away from human children while it is exhibiting hunting behaviors, as there may be an increased risk of supernatural phenomena.

Supernatural Risks

Sableye are less associated with supernatural phenomena than other Ghost type pokemon, though if you spend enough time in their company some nightmares, personality changes, and altered perceptions are not unheard of.  The most frequently reported of such seems to be audio hallucinations of a whispering voice that can never quite be understood, but this effect is still extremely rare and generally very mild in adolescents and adults, and will usually quickly pass without further incident.

Do not let children spend extended periods of time with any ghost pokemon, including Sableye.  If a child starts to hear the whispering, it’s still probably not a big problem.  Just ask the child in a calm, but firm voice if they can understand any of the words the whispering voice is saying.  The child will probably answer ‘no’, in which case you can simply separate them from the pokemon and everything will be fine.  If the child answers ‘yes’, then seek the help of a reputable professional psychic immediately.

DO NOT ASK THE CHILD WHAT THE WHISPERING VOICE IS SAYING.  IF THE CHILD TRIES TO TELL YOU WHAT THE WHISPERING VOICE IS SAYING, DO NOT LISTEN.

Instead, try singing a song with the child to distract them from the voice while you wait for help to arrive.  Do not attempt to separate the child from the pokemon during this time.  However, and this is critical, under no circumstances should they be left alone together.  If this extremely rare reaction happens with your Sableye and a child you know, please contact Sception’s Sleepy Sepulcher (after the appropriate professional services), so that one of our researchers can be dispatched to assess the effects.

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