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phoebehalliwell · 3 years ago

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Oh could u do Prue/Micah? S4

okay okay okay so we're doing all hallow's eve in early s3 micah's reincarnation does Not show up at the end of the episode because we're saving him for something bigger. but we'll say that something on a later vanquish a physical item triggers something in prue she's like hey does that remind you of anything?? and piper and phoebe are like ??? no? it's just a(n) [item]? and prue's like really? nothing? and they're like idk what does it remind you of and she's like i don't know... the past? samhain, maybe? do you think it's one of our ancestor's? and piper and phoebe are like prue i don't know can we get out of here??? and she's like yeah yeah but she takes it with her and like. uses her auction house knowledge to like correctly id it back to the time they were in salem (or not maybe idk but if it is from the past she realizes that a) either it was something micah owned or b) it was the knife that killed him. if it's neither of those than it's modern and she can't figure out what about it is calling to her). the plot is kind of dropped. then, we enter s4, the battle with the source is on the horizon cole is. we'll say still on their side, successful relationship with phoebe. cole is the first one to pitch going on the offensive, which prue is first to back, then phoebe, and begrudgingly piper. leo's still not a fan but phoebe gets a premonition of something something darklighter so let's stamp that out before it begins. so they shimmer down with cole to the underworld leo doesn't go with them bc well. a) he can't sense as well down there so he won't really be able to find them if they get separated which leads to b) of they're separated the girls have no way out of hell and as a sidenote c) he's a whitelighter. so if the darklighters get him they Also have no way out of hell. so leo stays topside and cole's their ride. something something something they're closing in on where the clan lives or maybe their weapons forge and there's a darklighter just outside piper blow him up no wait and prue like Jumps in front of her and piper quickly deflects and hits the cavern wall next to them and wants to yell what the hell prue but it's too late because all hell breaks loose the darklighters were there waiting for them the seer foresaw this so they all duck for cover prue throws a couple phoebe karate chops cole energy balls piper blows up em and will occasionally freeze the cavern for a couple seconds but she still doesn't have a hold on her powers, but phoebe while fighting one of them gets a premonition: leo, shot. and over the din she's like it's a diversion, they're gonna kill leo like we have to get to leo but they're all hella spread apart right now so in one of piper's freezes cole gets to phoebe and another the pair get to piper but prue's still to far away she redirects an arrow that nearly hits phoebe in the hed she's like there's no time go!! and they're like no!! but prue just squints at cole and cole understands and shimmers them out of there and we'll say the guy who she initially dove in front of was knocked out by like rocks from piper's blast well he's coming to and see's prue fighting for her life and like. you know just starts to stir and prue spares a glance at him and he recognizes her just like he did in puritan times and he's like ...you saved me and prue looks at him and again connection but she can't find the words to say because she has to get right back to kicking ass, we'll say an arrow flies right past her face like through her hair she ducks down again like can you get us out of here? and he just like barely sits up head cradled in one hand, he's bleeding, but he just nods and places his other on prue's shoulder and black orbs them out and now they're in like a loft in san francisco prue still in fight mode and micah still bleeding from a head wound and he just kind of collapses on the ground and prue's like !!! oh shit.

back @ the manor leo's just been shot and piper's running over like help me get him to the attic i'll swap our powers you guys get out of the house so you're not affected go get prue and leo's like ??? go get her and cole's like she's still with the darklighters and leo's like no she's topside she's in the city and they're all like how??? and piper's like who gives a shit how help me get him to the attic then give me some space so phoebe and cole wait in the outside lil backyard type thing they have maybe we get a phole scene piper swaps powers and heals leo but he's still weak and piper hear's prue's call and leo's like go i'm still too weak to heal and piper's i'm not leaving you not while they're out there and leo's like hey don't worry you're still with me right ad blows up idk a lamp and piper just kind of smiles like okay but if you're gonna blow anything else up try to hit that vase because i've always hated it

piper goes downstairs gets phoebe and cole like okay let's go get prue and she orbs them all out into this loft where prue has got this guy slumped over his table pressing a damp towel to his head but jesus that's a lot of blood and she's like leo thank g- where's leo and piper's like he's resting he was shot so i had to tap in. and prue's like you can heal? and piper's like uh huh and prue's like okay great heal him and piper moves forward and then stops because prue is that the darklighter? and prue's like yes but you don't understand and piper's like what part of healing a Darklighter don't i understand prue when they Just tried to kill my husband now you're trying to save him and prue's like come on doesn't he look familiar to you and piper's looking at him like ew bc she can hardly see past the bloodcovered face but phoebe wanders forward and cole instinctively tries to hold her back bc Evil but she just kind of shakes him off bc she knows what she's doing and cole relents and she puts a hand up to his shoulder and she's like it is him. and prue's lookin like exactly! and piper's like who??? and prue's like micah and he stirs at the sound of his own name and piper's like Who??? and prue's like don't you remember he saved our necks--literally--multiple times; he died for us and it's clicking piper's like In Puritan Times??? and cole kinda blanches bc he Might have killed that guy i can't remember and prue's like piper for the amount of times he's saved us, please, just heal him and piper's like you get that that was centuries ago right? a lot changes in a couple hundred years; he's a darklighter now and prue's like piper. please. and piper relents bc what can she say she trusts prue. and micah comes to and sees cole and stumbles back like hits the ground again and prue's like no no it's okay and he looks at her and it's like we can see his world fade around him and just focus on prue and his hand flies up to his head and finds no blood and prue's like it's okay, you're healed and micah's like so that'd be the second time you've saved my neck today? and prue's like consider it returning the favor and piper's like okay well I'm breaking up the balcony scene this time how did the darklighters know we were coming? and micah's like this woman. she visited us and said you were coming, you were leaving your whitelighter vulnerable... and they're like what woman and cole's like the seer. and micah just nods and he's like i've read about you, you know, what you've done, i was hoping i could get away to warn you before... and piper's like Why. Why would you betray your own people and micah's like because i can see what dark magic can do... and it can't be undone [to later be revealed tragic backstory!! micah was raised by his mother topside or maybe his father and we get a complex darklighter situation with his mom potentially even having her defect but no matter when micah was like. idk twelve or something?? there was this bully in school and we're trying to stay with charmed morality and justify this so we'll say this kid was like serial killer bad killed puppies for fun type bad and he was a bully and micah was standing up to him #feminism when they got into a fight and micah was losing like Really losing like about to be beat to death at age twelve losing when his hand started glowing red and he shoved it against the bully and next the you know that kid was fucking dead. micah had killed a guy before he had even gone through puberty. oof. anyways top ten defining moments tried existing on the dl but has also killed a couple other people and we'll keep them Bad murderers and rapists but it's still like you end up in a bar fight and then the next thing you know that guy is dead and it doesn't matter what a cunt he was it doesn't matter than you didn't mean to do it you just have a power you don't know how to control no all that matters is you're getting manslaughter at best unless you go with this man who claims to be your uncle who can teleport like you who has the same deathtouch who can teach you to control your power].

blah blah blah plot progression all that prue and micah fall in love relatively quickly because they can feel that tug in their souls (SIDE TANGENT: i've already said before i like wyatt as a reincarnation of melinda warren but what if prue was Also a reincarnation of melinda warren, ipso facto wyatt is also prue reincarnated retconning why they can't summon her spirit. 👀?) but but BUT the seer foresaw this she new micah would turn to the side of good so she planted something that blew up in a metaphorical sense so now they don't know if they can trust micah prue wants to trust him but she doesn't want to put her family in danger if he really is in league with the source phoebe is advocating for her to follow her heart and piper is Hard No against micah like even before like she really didn't want him around before this bomb dropped even more so now and prue's like okay what's your beef and piper's like he's not safe to have around prue he's a damn darklighter and prue's like you know you keep like using that against him leo doesn't even care why are you so hung up on this and piper's like leo's safety isn't the only one at risk here!! and prue's like what you have some secret whitelighter you haven't told us about?? and piper is just silent and stubborn and prue's still in fight stance until it clicks and she's like piper... and piper's like still not talking and prue's like piper,,, are you pregnant? and piper's like no you know what i shouldn't even have said anything forget you even heard anything and prue's like ???? piper this is great news why why didn't you tell us and tries to hug her and piper just ducks away and prue's like heart is breaking watching her like this because piper's like really maternal she'd be a great mom so why isn't she happy and piper just looks at prue like : ( i didn't tell you because this isn't the first time this has happened. and prue's like ??? and piper's like towards the end of s3,,, i thought i was. well, no. i was pregnant. and, um. i was scared, because of all the demon fighting and everything, but i was excited prue i was so excited to be a mom and then a couple weeks later,,, and gets all choked up and prue just pulls her into a really big hug like sweetie why didn't you tell us and piper's just crying like i don't know we already have so much with the source and with the fighting every day,, i didn't want you guys to feel like i did, you're already going through so much and prue's like honey You're Going Through So Much and just know we're always here for you forget the source and his sorry ass forget the seer nothing's more important that you okay nothing's more important and piper's just okay okay : ((((.

so anyways we vanquish the source for the midseason finale but now we have the seer the real mastermind as the s4b villain and she's got her eyes set on a great prized: a prophesied baby. in one episode prue and micah get knocked back into a past life regression where they keep slipping back further and further in time and they keep finding each other in each life but they need to get out of here and piper leo phoebe cole are on the outside trying to get them out because if they reach their first life their life where their soul was new and slip back further, there's no way to bring them back after that we're not killing prue lol but what that really does is just cements prue and micah's place together like In Every Life they had each other in one form or another they were always destined to find each other....... fin <3

#charmed #prue x micah #it's funny bc i could have sworn i did darklighter micah before i just couldn't find the post anywhere so maybe i did Not #prue halliwell #piper halliwell #micah #margaretsminiessays #💌

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athenagc94 · 3 years ago

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Delving Beneath the Surface

Hello! Here is the first chapter of my new Stardew Valley fanfic - Delving Beneath the Surface. Follow my farmer, Verona, as she searches for dwarven artifacts to learn their language, lost to the ages. If you’re interested in following along, I’ll be updating it here on AO3 and here on Wattpad. Enjoy!

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The Stardrop Saloon was the place to be on a Friday night.

More accurately, it was the only place to be in Pelican Town on a Friday night.

Verona chatted amicably with Emily as she fixed her a drink behind the bar. She asked Haley to join her, but she chose to spend the night with Alex instead. She mentioned something about not wanting to interact with her sister more than she thought was necessary, but Verona struggled to understand why. Sure, Emily had her quirks, but in the end, she was sweeter than Robin’s strawberry crumble.

And she always gave her a discount on drinks when Gus had his back turned.

Emily slid her drink across the beaten counter. “You should really stop by more often. You brighten up the room with that aura of yours.” She motioned to her, the crystal beads on her wrists catching the light like a disco ball. “It has this shimmer I don’t often see around here. Maybe because you’re from out of town.”

“Thanks,” she heard the doubt in her voice, “I think?”

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s a compliment.” She sighed dreamily. “I think you’re rubbing off on Haley. Her aura used to be so blah, but now it’s much brighter. I suspect you have something to do with it.”

She merely smiled as she took a sip of her drink. The orange juice and grenadine barely masked the burn of liquor. Emily was also very generous with her alcohol. One of her mixed drinks left the room spinning if she drank it too quickly. And she never needed more than one. It was a mistake she only made once after she woke up, half-naked and covered in hay, with Shane. The pair agreed never to speak of it again. They had taken to avoiding each other ever since.

Even now, he refused to meet her eye from across the bar.

Clearing her throat, she set her drink aside and said, “We both know she’s a lot nicer than people give her credit for. She just needs to warm up to someone first.”

Emily leaned against the bar, cradling her cheek in her palm. “Oh, I know how sweet she can be, but I like to see her hanging out with someone who isn’t Alex. I love that boy, I really do, but he’s a bit bland for my tastes.”

Verona shrugged. “Alex is fine.”

“No one wants to be described as fine,” Emily said with a knowing smile, “Unless they’re being called fine.” Verona shook her head, earning an airy laugh. “You know I’m right.”

“I will neither confirm nor deny such things.”

Emily pouted. “Boo. You’re no fun.”

At the end of the bar, a harried-looking Elliott plopped down in a seat and waved Emily over. She eyed him warily, then turned back to Verona. “He must have finished another long writing session,” she whispered so only she could hear, “he always comes here for a celebratory glass of wine, but if you ask me, his first order of business should be the bathhouse.”

Verona hid her smile in her drink.

With a smirk, she added, “I got to keep working, but let me know when you need a refill. It’s on the house. Just don’t tell Gus.”

“You spoil me.”

“Anything for my sister’s best friend.”

Like she said, sweeter than strawberry crumble.

Drink in hand, Verona wandered over to the game room on the far side of the saloon. Abigail and the boys normally laid claim to it before she arrived. The enduring smell of cigarette smoke and old pizza proved that much. To her surprise, the trio was absent that evening and the game room abandoned. She stepped inside, studying the games consoles on the long wall.

She lingered on one – Journey of the Prairie King. The monitor transitioned between the trial and the high scores.

The coveted first place belonged to someone with the initials SQM.

She glanced back at the bar. No one paid her any mind. The chatter was loud enough to drown out the jaunty music coming from the console. Surely, no one would miss her if she played a game or two.

Fishing a coin from her pocket, she shoved it into the machine. The monitor transitioned away from the high scores and straight into the game. The goal was simple enough. Shoot enemies and avoid getting touched. She could manage that.

Her fingers flew across the control pad. Dodge, shoot, collect. She enjoyed the thrill that came with these games. No strategy needed. Something to kill time and sweep her away. That was exactly what she needed after a long week of farm work. Ten minutes came and went in the blink of any eye. The LED lights on the marquee lit up followed by the crawl of the ‘high score’ animation across the screen.

She threw her hands up and whooped triumphantly. “Take that SQM.” She replaced their initials with her own – VDS. The screen popped up and she took a moment to revel in her victory. Pulling a coin from her pocket, she started another game. At the very least, she could knock SQM to third place before she called it a night.

“What are you doing?”

Verona whipped around. Sebastian leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed tight over his chest. She shifted in front of the console and sputtered, “Me? I was just killing time, or whatever.” It beeped and flashed, signaling her loss. “And I’m not very good.”

“Whatever.”

He made a beeline for the pool cues on the far wall. She watched as he reached for one, then seemed to reconsider, grabbing the one beside it. He weighed it in his hand with a satisfied hum and turned to the table.

“Playing pool by yourself?”

He ignored her as he organized the balls in the triangle rack. She stood opposite him, watching quietly. The soft clack of plastic filled the empty air between them as she waited for him to acknowledge her. A minute passed before she sighed and took the cue ball, rolling it idly between her hands. “Not much of a talker, eh?”

Silence.

“Haley mentioned that you like to keep to yourself.” A muscle in his jaw tightened. “And that you don’t get out much, which seems kind of mean if you ask me. One could argue that I don’t get out very much because I—”

“Look,” Sebastian cut her with a glare, “I’m not interested in…”

He trailed off, zeroing in on her chest. Her blood coated her veins like a thin sheet of ice. She should have been used to the stares by now. It happened all the time in Zuzu City. On the street, the subways, around the Joja office. Eyes followed her wherever she went. She hoped Pelican Town would be different, but evidently not.

“Where did you get that?”

Her brow pitched. “Where did I get what?”

He took a step towards her. She matched it with a step back. Surprise colored his features as he studied her. The full brunt of his gaze unnerved her, but it felt far from predatory in the way that she was used to. The fear that swelled in her gut must have translated on her face because he stepped back, giving her the space that she needed. The pressure that weighed on her chest lightened until she could breathe again.

“That.” He motioned to her chest. She followed the line of his gaze to the pendant hanging off her neck. A pale blue gemstone on a simple chain. “Do you know what that is?”

She found the gemstone while exploring the mines earlier that week. Amongst the snow and ice coating the lower levels, she almost missed it, but it caught the light of her flashlight just right. When she got home, she decided it would make a lovely necklace and threw it on a chain.

“It’s a necklace.”

He gave her a long look. “That’s a frozen tear.”

She stared at him. Was that supposed to resonate with her or something? He scratched irritably at the nape of his neck. The shaved underside of his head had grown out and curled around his ears. She noted the reddish hue at his roots and bit back a smile.

“Legend says those are the tears of yetis that inhabited the mines thousands of years ago. The museum used to have one, but it was stolen with the rest of the collection.” He gave her a once over – like he suspected her of stealing it. She had a killer alibi considering that happened years before she arrived in town – and they both knew it. “How did you manage to find one?”

“I found it while gathering ore the other day.” She brushed her fingers over the gemstone, marveling at how it still felt cold to the touch. Maybe there was some truth to the legend after all. “I had no idea these were so rare.”

“Wait. You went down to the mines by yourself?” She braced herself, already anticipating the direction this conversation was about to go. “Why? Wouldn’t that ruin your manicure or something?”

She threw her whole body into the eye roll she gave him. He had no idea. With all the work she did on the farm, there was no hope of salvaging her cuticles. The closest nail tech was two hours away. She had neither the money nor the time to do anything about it.

“Well, yeah, it does,” she deadpanned, “but I also want to commission some tappers for trees to make a little extra money, but Clint’s ore prices are ridiculous.”

“You’re telling me that little miss pageant princess went down to the mine alone?”

Verona resisted the urge to groan. If she had known that rumor would spread like wildfire, then she would have kept that chapter of her life to herself. Granted, she never expected a polite conversation with Jodi to end with half the town knowing about her history with frilly gowns and tiaras. She came here for a fresh start, but she couldn’t escape her past that easily.

Sebastian sized her up. “And you came back unscathed? I call bullshit.”

“I wouldn’t say unscathed.” She teased the sleeve of her sweater. “I had to buy a drugstore worth of bandages and antiseptic from Harvey when I got back. Those bats are merciless.”

She pushed up her sleeves and showed him the bandages wrapped around her forearms. The cuts had stopped bleeding, but a few gashes still looked nasty, so she kept them wrapped until they healed a little more. Harvey warned her that a few would probably scar, so there went her flawless skin. Her mother would have a meltdown if she ever found out, but she could cross that proverbial bridge later.

“Okay,” Sebastian grimaced, “but why go down?”

“The prices here are ridiculous,” she reiterated, “Pierre already bleeds me dry at the turn of the season when I buy seeds. I can’t afford Clint’s ore prices on top of it. If I can gather it myself, then I will.”

“Fair enough.” He turned back to the pool balls, signaling the end of their conversation.

Verona was never one to pay attention to those signals. “So, are you playing pool alone?”

He sighed. “Sam got stuck re-stocking shelves at work and Abigail is helping her dad with inventory. They’ll stop by later, but I decided to come ahead and set things up for us.” He swiped the cue ball from her hands and set it on the table. “So, no, I’m not playing alone.”

“You don’t strike me as someone who plays pool.”

He snorted. “Yeah, well, I would have never pegged you as a gamer.” He nodded to the consoler. “I was ranked number one, but I guess I’ll have to settle for second place.”

Her blink betrayed her surprise. “SQM?”

“Sebastian Quincy McCarthy. What? You thought Sam had the high score?” He rolled his eyes and turned back to the pool table. “I love the guy, but the guitar is the only thing he has going for him. You de-throned me, so thanks for that.”

With a shrug, she said, “In my family, second place is unacceptable.”

“I’m used to second place, so whatever.”

A frown toyed on her lips. What was that supposed to mean? Before she could press, her phone vibrated in her back pocket. A text from Haley greeted her, followed quickly by three more. She skimmed the messages and cursed. Alex ditched her for a last minute gridball game and she wasn’t taking it well. She tucked her phone away. That meant her night and this conversation was officially over.

“I gotta go.”

Sebastian hummed in response, which was better than being ignored, so she took it. Turning to leave, she stopped short. Her gaze fell back to the necklace. Genuine awe like his was hard to come by. It’s not like she needed this frozen tear. She had plenty of gems to make jewelry at home. This obviously meant something to him.

“But before I go,” she pulled the chain over her head, “I want you to have this.”

She offered it to him. He made a face, caught somewhere between surprise and his usual jaded indifference. The two emotions fought for control until he ducked his head. The crown of his head burned crimson. “What? Why?”

“Consider it a gift.” She kept her hand outstretched towards him.

Sebastian shook his head. “No. You’re the one who found it. It’s your prize for surviving the bats. I’ll find one eventually.” He hid his hands in the pockets of his oversized hoodie. Verona sucked irritably on a tooth. As if that would save him.

“I find plenty of cool things in the mines,” she countered, “I can make necklaces from a jade or ruby. This means something to you. I want you to have it.” She took another step towards him, nearly flush with his chest. His breath hitched as she peered up at him through her lashes. It might have been a cute moment if not for the fierce determination coloring her features.

“I insist.” Standing on her tiptoes, she managed to drape the necklace over his head.

His fingers wrapped instinctively around the gem. The corner of his mouth twitched up into the faintest hint of a smile. “It’s still cold,” he breathed in disbelief, “but how? It’s the middle of the…” His eyes fluttered as he refocused on her face. Sawdust and cigarette smoke clung to him, barely masked by the smell of peppermint on his breath.

“Thanks, I,” he swallowed hard, “I appreciate it.”

She beamed at him as she stepped away, breaking whatever that moment might have become. “I’m glad I could give you something you really wanted.” If possible, his blush darkened. “And if you ever want to play pool and the others aren’t around. I’d be more than happy to—”

The bubbly beat of Haley’s ringtone cut her off. Verona swore under her breath and brought it to her ear. “I’m on my way. You can tell me everything over a glass of wine.” She threw a wave over her shoulder as she hurried out of the saloon, not bothering to look back and see if he returned it.

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv sebastian #sdv fanfic #sdv emily #sdv farmer

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.69

Never had Keith gone about an investigation the way Lance did. The Pidge was strong in his boyfriend, as was the “teacher” vibe. Coloured Markers, corflute boards, budget printer print-out photos of Lotor and his gang, contrasting against the photos of the crime scenes that Shiro had fetched for them. Curtis’s idea of supplies hadn’t been up to Lance’s standards, so Lance had done some online shopping then picked up the order, as well as far too many snacks. Keith kind of thought it was over kill. His boyfriend’s room wasn’t big enough for everything, as it was Keith was squashed between Shiro and Curtis on Lance’s bed. Blue was smacking marker lids across the floor, jumping out to knock down a new marker each time one was taken away from her. Kosmo was snoring on the bed, he’d tried pulling one of Lance’s pillows apart, a sock sacrificed to keep the puppy busy.

Pacing back and forth, they’d lost Lance in the crime scene files. Lance was processing, pausing to ask the occasional question as he read, and drank from the bag of blood he’d tucked into his top pocket. Keith worried that Lance shouldn’t be on his feet, but he couldn’t point that out. His boyfriend was so busy pacing that he shouldn’t notice each time Shiro dug his elbow into Keith’s ribs, or Curtis passed over a snack, he’d fix them with a stare for a moment, before going back to reading. For a team briefing, the three of them were useless, all they could do it wait... awkwardly. Keith wanted to pull Lance into his lap and tell him to rest. He felt like maybe this was too much. That maybe he’d put too much pressure on Lance and Lance wasn’t actually reading the documents before him, and was actually procrastinating breaking up with him because he’d known he’d eaten literal trash. He hadn’t told him he’d nearly ended up a vampires dinner and that was how Shiro had found him.

Shiro caved first. For all his patience, his brother could be pretty impatient

“Lance, are you going to talk to us?”

“We have been”

Keith sucked his lips in to hide his smile. It’d been a while since Lance used that line on him

“No, you’ve been asking questions and making a hole in the floor”

“Ahhh, but we did talk, did we not. I think I want to see the bodies? Can I see the bodies?”

That wasn’t what Keith expected. Lance was gentle and piece loving person... a dead body kind of stuck with you... as did the smell

“Hold up. Why don’t you tell us what you’re thinking first?”

“I’m thinking that this was an amateur... No. someone trying hard to look like one. We know they’re not human, a human couldn’t take on a wolf like this. Each of them had to be lured. A vampire and a wolf is difficult, we’ve got egos. Even a lowly vampire has an ego. Top quality blood is a myth, selling dodgy blood to pick a fight is a possibility. We’ve all gotta eat and bad blood is bad for everyone involved... but you guys have already thought of all this...”

Keith tried not to stare at Lance. His boyfriend might be a lawyer, but he’d make a hell of a teacher too. He just had that aura about him right now. Tall, shoulders back, the way Keith kind of felt like a kid again...

“I don’t think Coran would give us access. There’s autopsy reports...”

“Yeah, but there’s some things you can’t get a from a photo. Scent, size, that kind of thing... that’s okay. It was just an idea, any scents probably wore off by now. Do we know how long Lotor’s been here?”

“From talking to him, about a month. Do you think he’s involved?”

Lance raised an eyebrow

“He’s not the killer. Can you imagine him messing up his dress shoes with a lowly vampires blood? He’d probably be insulted at the thought, and make them scrub his shoes clean before they expired. If he’s behind it, he would have sent a minion. You can Google up a thousand pages on how to kill a vampire. Nah. Not him. Axca is thinking of turning on him. She’s not happy and you can see it. She’s probably been pushed to the outside, there’s a difference between her and Lotor. Narti clearly lets her ego get the better of her. Ezor and Zethrid are dating. I’d say that’s pretty much the pecking order”

Shiro let out a whistle as he crossed his arms. Kosmo thought he was wanted as he started nosing between the pair of them, his nap interrupted. Shifting enough, his pup climbed into his arms

“You haven’t even met them”

“Don’t need to. Can we go to the park? Where the werewolf and vamp was found?”

“Why?”

“I want to take a look around?”

Lance stated it like it was obvious

“We searched...”

“I wanna get a feel for it. Use these spooky vampire senses on mine”

Lance wiggled his fingers, Shiro bringing up a hand to cover his face

“This isn’t a joke”

“No, if it was a joke, it’d be Professor Plum with a candlestick in the sewers”

Keith didn’t get the reference, but it made Curtis laugh. Looking at him, Lance sighed

“Babe, it’s from Cluedo. Shiro, how could you have not played Cluedo with him?”

Because they weren’t really board game people?

“Don’t look at me”

“I am looking at you. Fiiiiine. Can we at least do drivebys?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m trying to understand? How else am I supposed to help?”

“You’re not a hunter...”

Lance waved his hand at Shiro, like he was shooing him

“Hunter, smunter. You sound like Keith. I’m going to tell you the same thing I told him, you’ve got a team of supernatural people around you who want to help. We don’t know shit on SmallDick, only that I want to punch him and he’s Zarkon’s dog who’s hear to bring back the prodigal son. Blah. Shiro, you should totally talk to Matt and Rieva. Rieva said some pretty concerning things about Honerva being on the nuts side. Out of everywhere in the damn world... Nope. Never mind, Allura is pretty unforgettable, though Lotor has rocks in his head if he thinks she’ll be wooed so easily”

Shiro leaned in, loudly whispering

“He does this a lot, doesn’t he?”

“Yep. He didn’t warn you, but anyone judgmental gets punched in the dick and sent out into to hall”

Lance cleared his throat, reaching over, he plucked up a piece of paper from in front of his laptop

“Excuse you, you heathens. I made a sign”

He had indeed. “Free Dick Punches For Judgemental Douches”. Keith tried not to laugh. The orange writing in very neat cursive that didn’t look threatening at all. Especially not when there was a smiley face in yellow at the bottom of the page. Curtis raised his hand, Lance pointing at him

“What?”

“You’re not going to keep everything about the investigation in here, are you?”

Lance shrugged

“Why not?”

“Because we still need to fit Coran, Allura, Matt and Rieva in here”

Lance opened his mouth and closed it. Only Curtis was brave enough to point that out

“Curtis has a point. We can’t uninclude them”

“We’re not. We were just... ugh. I don’t want to leave everything upstairs where anyone could see it. We need a secret headquarters”

Lance had gone slightly crazy. Pidge’s kind of crazy. Talking too fast, thoughts a million miles an hour, crazy. They were literally inside a kind of secret headquarters. His boyfriend had used up too much of brain and needed to calm down

“Babe... You’re talking really fast again. No more permanent markers, or whiteboard markers. Curtis is right. We have a conference room for a reason. I like that you wanted me to feel safe, but if we’re going to be a team, we need everyone’s opinions”

Lance frowned at him, crossing his arms

“You didn’t raise you hand”

Shiro elbowed his side

“Yeah, Keith. You have to raise your hand”

He was not being teased by the pair of them. He didn’t sign up for that

“Fuck off. Lance and I will go to the park, while you two move all this stuff to the conference room. Or maybe ask Coran if there’s a storeroom we can use. We’re likely to be laughed at by the Blades for Lance’s use of colour if any of them saw this”

Lance looked scandalised

“My use of colour is on point. I’m not afraid to punch them in the dicks”

God. Okay. Lance needed out before Shiro started pointing out the flaws in his plan... like some members not having dicks. Standing up, Keith moved to take Lance’s hand as he cradled Kosmo against his chest with his busted hand

“Babe, we’re going. You know we talked about this”

Lance stumbled, lightly resisting being tugged along

“I knooooow, but every time I think about them hurting your feelings I want to hit them... and it makes me more determined to work this out without them”

He’d encountered determined Lance before... Determined Lance could definitely be determined, but Keith was briefinged out

“And we will... just... after we take a break and get some fresh air. I think your high or something”

Lance pulled out of his hold, crossing his arms again

“I’m not “high or something”. I’m Lance, and I think you’re fine...”

Oh lord... Now Shiro was chuckling at Lance’s dad joke. Curtis pointed out

“Keith’s right. You have grown more animated”

Lance frowned down at his pocket, pulling the bag out, he sniffed at it

“I think the blood is super fresh. When it’s really fresh or I’ve drunk too much, it’s all buzzy and my ego gets huge. Am I being weird? I feel like I’m being weird”

Lance was always kind of weird

“Yes, babe. You’re being weird. Now we’re going to take a walk and then we’re going to go for a drive”

“If we’re going for a drive, we need my keys. Our precious fur son is not going on that bike of yours”

Keith took a deep breath, before slowly releasing it. Fresh blood was like caffeine for Lance... Too much “caffeine” meant too much “ego”. Too much “ego” meant a Lance acting without thinking. He’d take Lance and Kosmo to the park, where hopefully Lance would burn off some energy...

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid

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treviso-nights · 4 years ago

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Damsel? Me? Never // Mahariel/Zev/Alistair

words: 2k rating: T summary: mahariel is stubborn and zevran loves a damsel. when you overwork yourself, who else would you want to sweep you off your feet? (alistair disapproves +15)

(( read on ao3 ))

xxxxx

It wasn’t an unusual occurrence, the fainting. Neither were the unending, incessant patrols at night. Mahariel must have rounded the camp a hundred times, and still she slithered along the shadows of the Brecilian forest like Death, except, she needed the sleep.

Zevran’s accent was curled, a midnight rose unfurling in the fragrant air. “May I suggest we return to camp soon?” he prompted. “You’re looking a little…”

Mahariel’s subsequent glare teased a smile from him.

“Well, radiant as always, of course. However, fatigued would also be an accurate description.”

During patrols, Mahariel always insisted on taking point — which, the group noticed, as a duelist — put her in the direct line of fire. If she wasn’t always so utterly silent, it would’ve been a matter of contention.

Still, her persistence to spend each night patrolling often drove Alistair to pace the entire camp until their inevitable return. And they had returned, every time, although this did little to ease his worrying.

Mahariel continued to slink through the brambles of the forest, folding each footstep into quarters as she padded with the side of her feet. “It’s not my fault I can’t sleep,” she hissed, rounding the trunk of a redwood. “I have, uh, what did Zathrian call it—”

“Post-traumatic stress—“

“—Yeah. Exactly. I didn’t ask for a troubled childhood.”

Their breaths were waifs spilling out of their throats. “Ah, yes. The plight of the wounded child,” he mused.

“You would know.”

The remark didn’t hurt — on the contrary. The vitriol of Mahariel’s words was intoxicating, like a fine wine laced with the sweetest poison. Zevran’s mouth tingled at the taste. “Indeed, I would. In fact, I used my childhood quite often when working with the Crows. Women love a broken man.” His tongue lingered on that last part.

Mahariel’s cadence never stuttered. “Yeah, all right. Same old story. Men and women, drink and sex. Money. Blood splattering onto your boots. More sex. More money. Blah blah blah. Shut up,” she murmured. “I’m working here.”

The jests laid hollow, and Zevran frowned. Throughout her babble, it’d been clear. Even in the dark, Mahariel’s grip on her daggers was slack. Too weak for the flourishes she favored. If a darkspawn or a werewolf were to ambush them now, the blades would slip through her fingers.

Nevertheless, he made a conscious effort to respond in turn. “I’m waiting for your imminent unconsciousness, my dear. Judging by your posture and the shuffling of your feet, you have but minutes.”

Mahariel scoffed, and he watched as she momentarily paused their scouting. She rolled her neck, wincing, and turned to face Zevran’s nimble frame. “I’m tired, Zev. That hardly makes me a damsel in distress.”

When he grinned, the corners of her mouth spasmed. It was impossible not to smile at such a mischievous expression. Like a wolf, Leliana had said. Minus the canines.

Zevran tilted his head at an angle that exposed the hard, fine line of his jaw. The dimple on his cheek, as wily as he, winked at her. “If only, madame. However, should you ever change your mind—“ His grin only widened at the slight narrowing of her eyes. “—Allow me to be the prince who, helplessly allured by your beauty, sweeps you off your weary feet. I should want for nothing more.”

He added a bow for effect, and the full moon calcined his hair into silver.

“Do you ever tire of monologuing?” she teased, chewing the inside of her cheek. An exercise to control the smile assembling beneath the surface. “It must be a lot of work, lying so often.”

The next exhale was long, a release of something hard. When Mahariel proceeded to sheathe a dagger, Zevran’s gaze was drawn to the way its point scraped against the holder before plunging in. A wave of exhaustion seemed to visibly tug at the Warden, and he inched forward, returning his own weapons to the scabbards behind his neck.

“Okay,” she said. Her eyelids fluttered, and she swallowed nervously as she sheathed the other dagger. “I’m ready to head back now.” Mahariel sneered at Zevran’s advancement. “I’m not going to collapse, idiot.”

The forest itself seemed to catch the guile. Her words were snatched away by its perfect darkness, beckoned out of her throat by its lull. The animals were quiet — save for the owls. No monster trudged their way. Camp was safe. Camp had been safe, but Mahariel chose to toil regardless and they all knew it was futile to stop her.

In her defense, there were many nights where she had intercepted shadowy villains, berserk-brained and intent on attacking their lodging. Mahariel was diligent, and that diligence was why they turned to her as their leader. On nights like these, though…well.

Mahariel grimaced. The tattoos on her face shimmered when her head lolled and greeted the stars. The Creators. The Maker. Zevran didn’t know. One of those, perhaps. Her copper hair fought the moonlight slicing into it, holding onto a sliver of color before it could be bleached completely. A rumble of defiance purred out of her, and she swore a string of oaths that surprised even Zevran. He only stalked, one half-foot at a time, until a respectable amount of room lay between them.

“Zevran?” she asked, bringing a clean hand to her face.

His face remained smooth as he replied. “Yes, dear?”

Mahariel’s eyes snapped open once more to shoot him a withering glare. “I hate you.”

Contempt in the face of exhaustion was impressive. Zevran’s lips arced, the smirk pulling at their fullness. His eyes, though. Did she see how they tightened? How they remained untouched and cold?

“Zev,” she said, scowling, her mouth loosening open. “Catch me.”

It was, unfortunately, a dance they’ve performed before. A dark routine, of sorts. Mahariel reached for him as her knees failed, though she was unconscious by the time she sank into his chest. Zevran huffed in disapproval. Silly woman. Stubborn woman. This wasn’t dramatic at all.

The velocity made it easy enough. With one hand he cradled the Warden’s head while the other, yes, swept both feet off the forest floor. Zevran felt the impulse to glower, to physically express the criticism he felt brewing inside his belly, but the desire quickly evaporated. Mahariel, limp and haunted, was hard to accuse. Even when a damsel.

It wasn’t just the blue half-moons etched beneath her eyes, or the small cut on her lip that she picked at. A few fainting spells hardly compared to the friendship she’d so easily offered, even after their objectionable meeting. With the Warden inert in his arms, Zevran trudged back to camp.

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They always slept in shifts, but there he was, circling the fire, stomping a trench into the Earth.

Honestly.

Alistair intercepted them as they emerged from the shadows. “Again?” His voice was breathless as it echoed across the campsite. It was a good thing they’d secured the perimeter, then.

Mahariel stirred in his arms. “Mm?” It took her a moment to recognize that it was his face, and not Alistair’s, peering back at her. She swore something filthy, a curse Zevran frequented on his own — had he rubbed off on her? Glee registered in the back of his mind. He’d save that for later.

He couldn’t help but grin at her confusion. “Hello, my dear.”

By then, Alistair had approached with long, anxious strides. Poor bastard. He’d covered the span of the whole campsite in a matter of seconds. “Lyna?”

Zevran ignored the annoyance flashing across Alistair’s face upon greeting him with a nod. “She's only been out for a bit. The coast is clear, by the way. We made sure many times.” That last part was for himself.

“Don’t be passive,” Mahariel slurred out. She turned her face away from his chest and breathed deeply, although her eyes remained closed. The lashes on each undulated as they sought for something to help them open, perhaps. Brambles of blackness. “It’s unworthy of you.”

Mahariel eased into Alistair’s hold easily. Zevran gently deposited the Warden as soon as he’d reached for her. A poor bastard he was, yes, but the stress carved so deeply into the man’s jaw evoked a modicum of sympathy.

“Is she hurt?” he asked. Zevran shook his head in an answer.

Mahariel, meanwhile, was beginning to revive. “She is not hurt, thank you.” The belligerence in her voice softened Alistair’s panic somewhat — his teeth finally unclenched and the air was filled with the sound of the subsequent sigh. The noise drew her attention upwards, and she frowned.

“I’m sorry. I’d planned to take it easy tonight but I just kept seeing things in the dark.” The frowned deepened, tightening her brows. “Or so I thought.”

Zevran watched their exchange politely. Alistair may have more questions after he’s put her to bed like the damsel she really wasn’t, but sometimes made herself to be.

Every word she spoke visibly dissolved the worry from Alistair’s body. It was a bit sickening to watch, but he couldn’t say he wouldn’t do the same in his place. “Yes, well, who knows what could’ve swooped in from the treetops?” He then realized the stupidity of his words. “Uh, um, that probably… was not helpful.”

Zevran felt like rolling his eyes.

“Let us retire, shall we? I’m beginning to get the feeling that the others feel as if they are missing out.” He moved his chin in the direction of the site, where Leliana and Wynne had gathered together. The rest were asleep, although Morrigan looked suspiciously rigid and alert in her supposed slumber, even from the far edge of the campsite, where she holed up.

Lyna made a small noise of complaint and shot Alistair what Zevran thought to be a very persuasive expression. “Can I at least walk?” she asked him. Her voice was much sweeter than its prior timbre. “No need to cause more of a disturbance than I already have.”

Alistair’s first reaction was to gaze at her adoringly, but then the love-sickness faltered and he returned to her face with a narrowed, probing stare. There it is, Zevran thought. He’s finally catching on.

Lyna flashed him a grin as he set her on her feet. “We’ll talk about this… later,” he said.

She stood on her own well enough. Alistair didn’t let go as she fanned out her hair. Glints of auburn were teased out from the fire several yards away. He continued to eye her with suspicion, and Lyna sighed. They all began a slow walk to the tents.

“Maybe if you hadn’t forced blood down my throat,” she said to Alistair, who promptly looked stricken with shock, “You wouldn’t have to wait so long to go to bed.” There was an awkward emptiness among them, but then she grinned, every bit as wolfish as Leliana accused him of being. Alistair’s expression of surprise melted at the wink she threw at him afterwards. Zevran smiled to himself.

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have met me,” Alistair teased back. There remained a slight strain in his voice, so Mahariel reached up and tussled his hair. He proceeded to swat her away. “And Maker knows, that is a fate much worse than anything I can imagine.”

Gag. Zevran made a mental note to help the ex-templar with his lines. Just as he was about to abandon them to their ill-timed, puppy love, Leliana had flitted to them, as graceful as an Orlesian, summer breeze. Her lips were roses in the darkness. Lovely.

“Next time,” she said, raking them over with her gaze. Zevran came last, and there was a very obvious tautening of the upper planes of her face. “I’m going with Lyna. You enable her too much.”

Only her temper was more lovely than her mouth. “Leliana, this is Lyna.” He gestured to her without looking. “It seems as if you two haven’t met. In case you were wondering, she’s the boss.”

Leliana harrumphed. “Which makes you…?”

“I’m so glad you asked, gorgeous. I—“

“Nevermind.”

#mine #writing #fanfics #dragon age #dao #mahariel #zevran #alistair theirin #warden #i almost tagged lavellan lmao so many elves

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the-ballad-of-the-shredder · 5 years ago

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Skekzym/Skekmal fanfiction blah

It was seven months after she has became pregnant. The increased size in Skekzym's stomach region, has earned her a few appalled glances. Over the course of her pregnancy, she has heard many give their distasteful remarks. Skekayuk and Skekekt would often express their disgust in the fact a Skekling would be around. They fear that such a thing will: Wreak havoc around castle, scream at all hours of the night, and cause problems for everyone in general. Skekok was on the side of everyone else, but he also curious. Skekzym was the first Skeksis to experience a pregnancy, so he had questions that needed to be documented.

Skekzym had no idea when this skekling will be born, but it seemed like everyday. Her mate Skekmal has gotten more agitated by the day. For weeks now. Skekzym has noticed that he would pace around the room, and intenstly stare at any skeksis or gelfling guard that came close to his mate. One Skekzym just finally had it.

"Mal..." Zym said quietly. She looked at the hunter who has stopped in his tracks. He quietly watched her, and waited for her to speak.

"It's been a few weeks since you last been on a hunt," She spoke up. "Why don't you just give yourself a break. I doubt our Skekling will be visiting us now," She said before telling him "Why don't you go out for a hunt. Just back by Night,"

Skekmal was at a crossroad. He really wanted to go for a hunt, well more like he really needed to go on a hunt. Yet he also wanted to stay with Skekzym, just in cause she went into labor. He was standing there thinking for what felt like forever. The hunter was battling every thought he had, before giving in to the hunt. "Alright, I'll be back before dark," He said before he charged. It was a forty-three minutes after Skekmal has left. Skekzym began to feel pain in her stomach. It was a severe pain that he hasn't felt before. She slowly walked herself down to the lab. Skekzym grabbed at her stomach, and let out a few pained screeches. Doors began to open around the castle so they could hear whoever was filling the halls with their bellows and groans.

"Apothecarist why are you screaming like a armalig" yelled Skekvar. The general is pissed that he was woken up so early in the morning. He stood in front of her as he stared down at her. He soon noticed that she was holding on to her stomach. "Are you sick?!" he snapped.

"I'm in labor" she snapped at the dim-witted general. She pushed past the general, and continued on her path to the lab. It was a good 10 minutes before she finally reached the lab.

"You're causing me tribulation with your strumpetious presence," Skektek said. He waved off Skekzym before turning around to work on his machine. "I am more momentous concerns at the moment,"

"Skektek, I'm in labor" she has snapped at him.

"Oh that's such a predicament, you're in Apothecarist" Skektek said without turning around. "I can't see how that's my problem" he said with a bit of amusement in his voice. They're some rare moments where Skektek felt this good about himself. He felt like justice was served on somebody who wronged him. "Where is Skekmal anyways, the impotent oaf couldn't fuss to show up". Soon as the scientist tried to open his mouth again for another insult. He felt somebody grab him by the neck, he felt the pressure of their grip increases. He could feel himself unable to breathe, and he tried to pry off whoever's hand that was upon his neck. Panic began to set in, before the hand was violently released. Skektek fell to the ground and began to cough loudly, before looking at his attacking. "Skekzym, you brute" He coughed and took large breaths.

Skezym was filled with rage. "Look here, I need help delivering my skekling. If you don't help me" She snapped before adding on "I will force feed you one of various of poison potions, until you beg for death!" Skekzym snapped. Skektek felt his heart sank, and chill go up his spine.

"Of course, I'll help you" He said.

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It was five hours after Skektek has agreed to help her, and the skekling was just born. Skektek held the skekling in his hands before giving a face of disgust. He felt so much rage against skektek, upon the Skekling for looking so much like her father. He stared at the skekling's purple skin, Its green eyes, and even its brown beak. All of it reminded him so much of Skekmal. It wasn't fair. He began get thoughts in his head like "Why did Skekzym chose that oaf, Why did she agree to bare his skekling. Skekmal is nothing much than a wild animal, how could she love that. Especially over him. Skektek tried to shake the thoughts out of his head he noticed Skekling's small and frail size. A small smile formed on Skektek's face before he thought to himself again. "That impotent bastard couldn't even give her a healthy looking skekling" He laughed a bit before handing the skekling into Skekzym's hand.

Skekzym smiled at the skekling. She began to get frown, before speaking to herself. "It's so sad that Skekmal didn't get to see this" she felt so guilty for sending Skekmal away for a hunt, and having him miss the birth. The skekling began to cry loudly, which scared Skekzym at first. She didn't know what to do at first, but quickly remembered reading about chidling care in a gelfling book. She was almost a natural at it, she cradled the skekling. lightly shushing it before calming her down. "You so much like your father... Don't you" she laughed. She began to speak more to the skekling. "You're going to meet him soon enough, he'll back before night"

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It was late in the night when Skekmal finally returned to the castle. He was covered in blood, feathers, and fur. The hunter never felt so relieved in his life before. The hunt was just what he needed, but he was also so ready to get to sleep. He let a small yawn before heading to his room. Skekmal has turned the corner to see a group of Skeksis all gathered around talking. The relaxing peace he had, was soon gone. He began to growl a bit. He assumed they were gossiping about some petty drama that happened over dinner. Skekmal tried to get past them without getting noticed, before soon as they saw him. They gathered around him giving him praise and congratulation. The hunter was both confused and ticked off with them. "What are you going on about" He roared at them.

The other skeksis quietly began quietly, shifting their eyes around at each other. Wondering who will be brave enough to tell him the news. A few moments passed more, they could see that Skekmal was getting increasingly impatient as he waited for somebody to answer him. One of the skeksis pushed Skekayuk forward. Skekayuk froze in place looking back at the others, before clearing his throat. "Oh, nobody told you the news" he nervously chuckled.

"Obviously I haven't heard it Gourmand, Just spit it out!" Skekmal blurted out in rage.

Skekayuk cleared his throat again, "The apothecarist has given birth this Afternoon" Skekayuk nervously said. "She still in the scientist's la---" before Skekayuk could even finish the sentence. Skekmal was already down the hall rushing to find Skekzym. Skekmal's emotions were all over the place. He felt: A little pissed about missing the birth, Excited about the birth of his skekling, and pissed about how long it took the Skeksis to tell him. The Hunter almost smashed into Skektek as he ran into the lab. He scanned around the lab until he saw Skekzym, he quickly made his way to his mate. "Where is the Skekling" he demanded.

Skekzym smiled before unwrapping a small skekling from its blanket. "Here she is" she smiled. Skekmal felt so excited that he tried to teach for her. Only to be blocked by Skekzym. Skekmal froze a bit, his heart was racing from all the excitment. He was so tense that he felt like he was going to explode. "Wh..whats wong?" he said.

"You're covered in blood, she'll get sick" Skekzym said, before Skekzym could even blink. Skekmal ignored her and quickly pulled the skekling from her grasp. Skekmal couldn't take it anymore, he just had to hold her. Skekmal tried to keep it together, he was just so overwhelmed with emotion. He could almost feel his eyes water, but he quickly got a control of himself. The Hunter began to pace around with the Skekling, he purred a bit before giving her little head nudges. Skekmal couldn't believe it, he just couldn't believe that he made this creature. This was his creation, and only his. He was already vowing to destroy anybody who would dare take her from him.

"I named her Skekzal" Skekzym broke the silence. "Now hand her over Mal" she commanded, but the Hunter refused to give up Skekzol from his arms. Skekzol began to loudly cry, which spoked Skekmal. He didn't know what he did wrong, and quickly looked at Skekzym for answer. "What did I do?" He yelled to his mate.

"Relax she's just hungry, give her here" Zym said with arms open. Skekmal finally gave in to his mate and handed over the skekling.

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valkyrieofsmut · 6 years ago

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Starting with an accidental encounter part 11

Kurt Wagner x Non mutant! OC

Types: Smut. All smut. Romance, too. Maybe some angst?

Overall series warnings: Smut. Always smut. Anxiety, panic attacks, bit of violence, swearing, sexual harassment in one chap, German (translations provided, but I have bad grammar… Sorry native speakers…) (can’t remember any more at the moment)

A/n- Smut, BDSM type of stuff, Yay! Hey guys, sorry it was so crazy I didn’t get this one out when I wanted to (dang holidays lol), but here you are!

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Story!

Kurt laid in his bed, looking out the window with a small smile on his face as his hand trailed up and down the trail of fur below his belly button.

It was a little strange, finding out that something he'd thought was unwanted wasn't. It reminded him of himself a little; he'd thought he was unwanted, but Lacy always seemed to want him around, he'd thought that any woman he'd ever be in bed with would have trouble dealing with his appearance, but Lacy couldn't seem to keep her hands off of him when they were together.

His smile widened as he muttered, "Schatzsuche." {treasure trail}

She was so cute, naming the path of fur down his lower stomach, letting him do what he wanted to her, always looking at him so tenderly after he made her come, holding him close, her begging as he made them both feel good.

He felt himself getting pinched by the zipper on his jeans and rolled to the side, trying to relieve the pressure to his stiffness. He pulled a pillow to him and wrapped himself around it, wishing Lacy was there so he could wrap around her instead.

She was so much more soft and pleasant than the pillow.

There was a knock on his door, and he called out, "Go avay!"

"Kurt, it's important," Scott said through the door.

"Vhat is it?" He asked.

"The Professor is calling a meeting in ten minutes. All X-Men are required to attend," Scott told him.

"Ok, I vill be zhere," Kurt told him.

"And so, I think it is obvious that we need to stay close to our home base at all times this next week. We don't know what the senator is planning, but with the amount of seemingly random deaths, all from the same cause and all mutants, we need to be on high alert, and watch each other's backs," Scott finished.

"Yes," Xavier agreed. "It is alarming that there would be so many without them being recognized as a pattern before. I think they made something and were testing it. I'm sorry to say, that I have come to the same conclusion about staying close to home as well."

They all filed out of the office and made their ways down the hall.

"What's wrong, Kurt?" Kitty asked, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Oh, I know, now you have to stay here all the time, and you can't see your girlfriend." She looked down at the floor and back up at him.

"I von't even be able to tell her," Kurt said angrily.

"Why don't you just call her?" Kitty asked.

"I don't have her number," he said. Kitty looked at him in shock. "I've never needed it," he told her.

"Yeah, I guess that's true." She looked around and back to him. "You know, you could probably go out tonight. Even if you get into trouble, you could get away," she told him.

"But, zhey vill be able to track me if I used my powers," he said.

"But you'll only have to use them if you can't get away any other way," she told him.

Kurt hesitated. It would be dark, he would be invisible... "I don't know... vhat if zhey find out I'm gone?"

"I'll cover for you," Kitty said. "Come on, just go out and tell her, let her know what's going on, and come back without getting caught."

Kurt paused and looked at her. She was like the older sister who always got him into and out of trouble, but with his best interests at heart. "Vell..."

"I don't want to hear any wells, just, 'Ja, Kitty, I vill do vhat you say, oh vise and great Kitty, quveen of logic-'"

"Kitty," Kurt stopped her train of self compliments in her version of his accent. "Ok, I vill... Zhank you, Kitty," he said, hugging her.

"Good," she said, hugging him back.

… … …

Kurt was back in his room, trying to read a book, but his thoughts kept straying to Lacy and holding her against him, wanting to see her looking up at him tenderly as he kissed her, wanting to hear her beg for more as he held her close…

Kurt groaned and closed the book, giving up on reading and watched the sun slowly go down.

Finally, he was able to sneak out of the mansion and hurry across town.

"Ok, thanks," Lacy said and hung up the phone, setting it back in the cradle. She sat in her chair and pulled the book she'd been reading from the arm, starting where she'd left off.

Nothing too interesting was happening; the male character, Darin, was telling the female character, Serah, that she was making a mistake by insisting on staying with him, saying that she should stay away, get off the ship at the next chance, but she insisted that she was staying with him. Blah blah blah. She suffered through the boring part, but when it finally started to heat up, her lips turned up in a smile, recognizing that there was a sex scene coming. When she got to it, she bit her lip.

Serah had insisted that she didn't care what he said, she still had feelings for him. He told her that she didn't know what she was getting herself into, and when she pushed him further, he threatened to show her what he wanted to do.

There was a tapping at the window and she put the book down, going to the window and opening it for Kurt.

She hugged him when he was inside, kissing him as well before turning to close the window.

"Hallo, Lacy," he said, his tail wrapping around her hips.

"Mmm, hi, Kurt," she said, leaning against him. "Oh." She looked down at her watch. "I ordered pizza," she told him. "It should be here in about five to ten minutes."

"Ok," Kurt said, his hand moving to her hip and pulling her closer to kiss her.

"Sorry, Kurt," she said, kissing him and pushing him back. "You can't get in without a key, and delivery guys pretty much refuse to walk up the stairs this far. So, I have to meet them at the door downstairs. I'll be back in a few minutes, though," she told him.

"Alright," Kurt said, letting her go. He sat in the chair to wait and looked at the book on the arm. He picked it up and looked at the page she was on, starting to read where the page started.

Darin took the rope from the bed. "I warned you," he told her.

"I'm not afraid. I think you're bluffing," she told him as he bound her wrists behind her to one of the bars on the wall.

"We'll see about that," he told her. He pressed against her, making the bar dig into her back. "We'll just see what you think after you see what it is I'm really like." Serah's breath caught in her throat. Darin was in the crook of her neck, and he bit her, his hand squeezing her breast roughly. He pulled her shirt up and pulled a knife from his belt. He held it up to her and she shivered as the metal touched her stomach. "Don't worry, I'm not so interested in blood," he told her, sliding the blade under her bra and cutting it from her.

The fabric hung open and he roughly took hold of her. He moved his mouth down her and licked her nipple, his tongue moving around it, making her arch against him and her hands twist against the bonds holding her to the bar.

The pleasure was suddenly interrupted by pain as he bit her. "Ah!" She cried out and he stood straight.

He looked at her smugly. "I told you you wouldn't like what you found."

"No, I- I don't believe you're enjoying this," Serah told him.

"Oh, you don't?" He asked. He pressed his rock hard erection against her, rubbing and grinding it into her hip. "Then why am I so excited?" He asked.

Serah's eyes widened. "Y- you- really?"

"Oh, yes," he told her. "And I'm going to enjoy so much more," he said, flashing a dangerous smile.

Kurt stopped reading and just scanned through the pages, seeing how rough the man was being to her, and that the woman found that she enjoyed being tied up.

The door opened and Kurt put the book back on the arm of the chair. "Ok, the pizza is finally here," Lacy said as she closed the door behind her.

Kurt stood and followed her to the kitchen, getting the plates out of the cupboard. "Mmm," he hummed in appreciation as he smelled the slice he picked up before taking a bite.

Lacy laughed and put a couple of slices on a plate. "What are we watching tonight?" She asked, going to the camping chair and sitting down. Kurt just shrugged, since his mouth was full, and Lacy suddenly stood up. "Oh, I was watching Red Dwarf earlier," she said, picking up the remote. "British humor, but funny," she told him, making the disc play.

They watched the show, and Kurt smiled as she hummed along with the music, eating pizza all the while. He got seconds and sat back down, watching Lacy as she enjoyed everything around her; the pizza, the show, her foot even snuck over and slid against his. She looked so happy.

Kurt felt his elbow hit something and looked down, seeing the book still there, and glanced back at Lacy. It seemed when he took a peek through her romance novels, that all of the sexy parts had to do with being tied up. He started wondering if that meant that Lacy wanted to be tied up.

Of course, she would probably never ask him to tie her up, he knew, but if she was interested…

He wasn't too nervous, or turned off, in fact, it made his blood run just a little hotter, thinking of Lacy tied up, laying there, ready for him and whatever he was going to do, unable to stop him from giving her as much pleasure as he wanted to.

He glanced over at her again, seeing that she was finishing her pizza. He took her plate with his and put them in the sink in the kitchen.

On the way back, he stopped and pulled her out of the chair. She looked at him in question, but followed him to the bed and sat on the edge with him. He kissed her neck and smiled. "Lacy, I have a quvestion for you," he said.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Vell, all of zhese books you have, zhe romance vones," he started, gesturing at the pile of books next to the ottoman.

"Yeah?" Lacy asked, blushing a little.

"Vell, zhe parts vhere zhey, have sex... Involve a same influence..." She looked at him in question again. "Being tied up," he told her. Lacy's eyes widened and she opened her mouth, trying to think of something to say, something to defend her weirdness. "Lacy," Kurt ran his hand along her cheek, brushing her hair out of the way. "Do you vant to be tied up? Is zhat vhy you're reading zhat type of book?"

Lacy looked at the ground, feeling her face catching on fire. "Ummm..."

Kurt took her chin in his hand and brought her face back to his. "It's ok if you do," he told her. "But, you know zhat I can't do somezhing if I don't know vhat you vant."

"I- I- it's weird, right- I mean- Not extremely weird, but-"

"Lacy, having somezhing you vant somevone to do to you is not veird, not at all. It- makes you normal," he told her, repeating words he'd been told long ago, when he'd confessed that he was starting to think about sex and women touching him.

"Yeah..."

"So? Do you?" He asked.

"I- I don't know..."

"Lacy," he started, but she interrupted him.

"No- it's not that I'm being shy, I just- you know how you read about something, like anchovies, and you think, mmm, that sounds good, so you eat one and find out it's slimy and salty and gross? What if being tied up sounds good, but it turns out horrible?" She explained. "That's all."

Kurt smiled and kissed her, then kissed her collar bone. "Vell," he said, his breath blowing across her neck and making her shiver. "I vill tie you up, and ve can see if you like it. Do you trust me?" He asked.

Lacy felt a flush starting to cover her face. Kurt was asking if she wanted to be tied up. Did she? Yes, she decided, she did. Did she trust Kurt enough to not hurt her? She bit her lip, making sure she thought it through thoroughly.

"Yes," she told him.

"Gut," he told her as a smile spread across his face. "Lassen Sie mich Ihnen etwas binden mit zu finden, dann," he said, standing from the bed. {Let me find something to tie you up with, then}

Lacy blushed a little harder. "Um... I have a silk cord... In the top of my closet, in that box..."

Kurt pulled it out and shook off the dust, looking up at her with a raised brow. "Also, haben Sie darüber nachgedacht für eine Weile, dann," he said, running the long silk cord through his hands. {So, you've been thinking about this for awhile, then}

Lacy blushed, looking to the ground. Kurt smiled, though, and took her hand in his, pulling her up from the bed. "Zunächst lassen Sie uns diese von dir," he said, pulling her shirt off of her and reaching behind her to unhook her bra. "Sich hinlegen, in der Nähe der Kopfteil," he told her, climbing on as well and pulling the cord around her headboard so the two ends would be able to tie around her hands. {first, let's get these off of you, lay down, by the headboard}

Lacy looked up at Kurt as she gave him one hand. He wrapped the silk around her wrist and tied it. "Tun ok?" he asked and she nodded. He took her other wrist as it was offered to him and tied it as well. "Noch tun ok?" She nodded as she moved her wrists around a little. "Gut. Nun wollen wir anfangen zu spielen," he told her. {doing ok, still doing ok, good, now let's start playing}

He climbed off of the bed and stood where she could see him, taking off his shirt and dropping it to the ground. She looked down at him, and he knew she wanted to reach out and touch him, but was stopped by the silk. He ran his fingers down his chest watching her bite her lip as he got to the edge of his pants. He undid them and let them hang open, but didn't take them off, climbing back on to the bed and laying against her.

"Mmm, Ein köstliches Angebot?" He asked, moving one finger to flick her nipple. "Ah, wir sollten ein sicheres Wort haben, nicht wahr?" Lacy nodded. "Was ist ein guter?" {A delicious offering, we should have a safe word, right, what's a good one}

"Um," Lacy looked around, seeing her sewing machine hiding in a corner. "Needle," she suggested.

"Nadel, ja, das wird funktionieren. Nun zurück zu meinem leckeren Angeboten," Kurt told her as his hands smoothed over her breasts. "So weich und geschmeidig," he said, running his hands all around them. "Und lecker," he said as his tongue joined in. {Needle, yes, that will work. Now back to my delicious offerings, so soft and smooth, and delicious}

He looked up at Lacy's face, noticing that her cheeks were flushing red with excitement and her eyes had closed while she arched to him, letting out soft moans, pulling softly at her bonds. He smiled and let his tongue rove over her breasts, pausing at each nipple as he made his way across her chest. "Fühlt das sich gut?" He asked teasingly. {does that feel good}

"Yes," Lacy told him, her chest arching to him more.

"Gut," he told her, stopping and pulling back, making her eyes fly open. He ran his fingers down her stomach to her hips, which tilted up to him by themselves, and undid her shorts, slowly pulling them down and tossing them on the floor with his tail. He smiled and pressed against her again, letting the open part of his jeans press against her hip while his tail wrapped around her other thigh and moved along her skin. He took one breast into his mouth and teased the other with his hand, making Lacy moan loudly and press up against him. "Fühlt das sich gut?" He asked, letting his hot breath brush against her breast, his tongue flicking out to her nipple.

"Yes," she moaned.

He smiled wickedly and pulled away again, making her look down at him with want. He kissed down her stomach, letting his fingers trail down her sides, until he got to the top edge of her panties. He ran his tongue up to her belly button, then along the edge of her panties before tugging them down slightly and licking her there as well. He heard her breathing quicken and nipped her hip, making her jump and gasp. He pulled her panties down her legs, finally flinging them behind them, and kissed her thighs.

Kurt looked up again to see Lacy biting her lip, trying to keep a hold of herself. He smiled at her and spread her knees, raising himself to be in the right spot to open her and start licking. "Fühlt das sich gut?" Lacy started to say something, but stopped, remembering that he'd stopped after she'd answered both times before. "Sagen Sie mir," he told her, but she didn't answer. "Sagen Sie mir, Lacy, oder ich werde aufhören," he threatened. {does that feel good, tell me, tell me, Lacy, or I'll stop}

"Y- yes, it feels good," she told him.

"Gut," he told her, making a moan escape her mouth as his tongue traced a path from her opening to the bundle of nerves above. He suddenly pulled her clit into his mouth and gently sucked on it.

"Oh!" She cried out. "Kurt, oh my-" He smiled and licked her clit while it was still in his mouth, making her gasp and cry out again. He tormented her until he could tell she was almost ready to burst, then stood and watched her watch him drop his pants. She looked so sexy the way she was looking at him, almost at orgasm, tied and subject to his every whim.

He laid next to her and pulled her on top of him, making it so his cock was laying between her folds, but not in her. "Bewegen," he told her, and she looked down at him in confusion. "Bewegen," he said again, this time taking her hips and rocking them back and forth. {move}

Lacy gasped as the head of Kurt's cock rubbed against her clit and followed his orders, rocking her hips so he rubbed against her. "Gut," he told her. "Ja, so," he said, his eyes closing and his head laying back more. "Ah, gut," he groaned. {good, yes, like that}

Seeing Kurt so turned on under her made Lacy's cheeks heat more as she bit her lip, pressing a little harder against him, and the resulting moan made her feel her insides twitch. Kurt looked up at Lacy's face from between her arms as she rocked back and forth and could tell from her panting that she was getting close again. He took her hips in his hands again and moved them, pressing up into her and making her moan loudly.

"Weitermachen," he told her. "Machen mir kommen." {keep going, make me come}

"Ok, I- I'll try," she said a little nervously, rocking her hips again.

"Kein versuchen. Machen Sie mir, oder ich werde dich bestrafen," he told her. {No trying, make me come, or I will punish you}

Lacy gasped as heat filled her belly. "Y-yes," she told him, almost calling him master. She rocked her hips, trying to pull him in and out, but it wasn't quite working. She changed direction to side to side, but the same thing happened. She tried bouncing up and down, but everything she did only prolonged the near orgasm torture, and didn't seem to be making Kurt get any closer. "I can't, I need help," she told him after what felt like forever trying.

"Nein, Sie haben es selbst zu tun," he told her. {No, you have to do it yourself}

Lacy bit her lip, trying to move up farther and down harder, mixing the other motions in with what she was doing, but it still only felt nice and didn't bring either one of them closer to orgasm. After trying for another long time Lacy asked, "Please help me..."

"Nein, Lacy, Sie haben es selbst zu tun," he told her again, staring up at her as his tail slid against her skin, lazily wrapped around her stomach. {No, Lacy, you have to do it yourself}

She tried harder, moving faster, but her movements were too awkward to be effective. "Please, Kurt," she asked, sounding like she was begging as she closed her eyes. "I don't have any practice, I need help..." Kurt was enjoying watching her move and trying to make them come. "Just a little," she begged.

"Nein," he said. "Lass mich nicht bestrafen," he told her, making her groan. {No, don't make me punish you}

He watched her move for another moment, looking desperate to make them come, biting her lip and gripping her bonds, pulling at them with her movements. Kurt put his hands on her hips, stopping her and pulling her from him, pushing her so she was on her knees next to him. "Oh Lacy," he said, sitting up and moving behind her. "Sie waren frech, jetzt muss ich dich bestrafen." {You've been naughty, now I must punish you}

She looked down behind her to look at him as she spoke. "I tried," she said.

"Shh," he told her, smoothing his hand down her butt. "Ich weiß," he said, squeezing her butt cheek. "Aber das hast du nicht, so müssen Sie noch bestraft werden." {I know. But you did not, so you still must be punished}

He smoothed his hand over her butt again before lightly slapping it. He looked up to her, but she didn't say anything, so he did it again, a little harder this time. Her body bounced forward, and she moaned softly. He raised an eyebrow and let his hand fly, this time winding it back first. "Ah," Lacy cried out as her body bounced forward.

" Fühlt das sich gut?" He asked. {does that feel good}

"Y-yeah," she told him, blushing.

He reached back and slapped her on the ass again, making her moan. Kurt took her hips and positioned himself so that when he gripped her and thrust, he plowed into her, hitting her hips and knocking her forward. Lacy cried out and laid her head on her forearms as she pushed her hands against the headboard to steady herself so she didn't go head first into it.

Kurt reached back and slapped her again, and felt her tighten around him as she moaned. He looked down at her in wonder. It wasn't an orgasm, she only tightened once, but the tightening felt almost like one. He reached back and slapped her again, making her cry out with desire, tightening around him again. "Ah, Lacy," he groaned as he slammed into her and slapped her ass at the same time. "Haben Sie Ihre Strafe gefallen?" He asked. {do you like your punishment}

"Yes," she moaned out to him.

He slapped her again, enjoying as she tightened around him and moaned. "Ja," he groaned. "Ah, Lacy," he growled, leaning down and biting a spot on her back, making her moan and stiffen as she pressed against him.

His tail wrapped around her waist and his fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her back to meet his strong thrusts. She was crying out, he could hear her, though she was muffled by the pillows at the headboard.

Kurt's toes griped into the bed, his tail and fingers tightening as he thrust into her. One hand let go to fly forward and slap the now red spot on her ass, making him half growl half groan again as she tightened. His hands moved up to her waist, holding tightly as he thrust.

He felt her start pulsing around him and couldn't stand the muffled cries any more, so he pulled back, taking hold of her and turning her over before thrusting back into her. He licked up her stomach, nipping at her ribs until she stopped crying out, and started thrusting into her again, biting her ribs and gripping her tightly.

Lacy pulled at her bonds, wanting to grab onto Kurt and dig her nails in, helping him thrust harder. Her head was flung backwards, crying out and almost screaming because of his actions. "Oh, Kurt- oh God Kurt!" She cried out as she tightened around him again.

Kurt growled softly, looking up to watch Lacy's face contort in pleasure. He ran his tongue up her ribs and leaned down over her breasts, starting his torture on them again. Lacy's head moved to the side, moaning as Kurt's tongue ran around her nipple before he nipped her breast. "Ah," Lacy cried, looking down at him, her enjoyment obvious in her half lidded eyes, passion reddened cheeks, and gasping mouth.

"Haben Sie Ihre Strafe gefallen?" He demanded in a lower grumble. {Do you like your punishment}

"Yes," she moaned again, her chest heaving. He pulled out of her and replaced himself with his hand, thrusting into her and rubbing over her clit. "Oh, Kurt," she moaned, her head turning from side to side as she tried to contain her pleasure.

Kurt kissed her throat, lightly running his tongue along her pulse and sucking, making her moan more. He continued stroking her, starting to nip her neck as she got closer and closer. "Ah, Lacy," he groaned against her neck, nipping her again. He felt her on the edge, her hips moving restlessly against his hand as her hands restlessly moved against the cord tying her to the headboard. "Kommen Lacy, wieder zu kommen," he groaned into her neck. {come Lacy, come again}

He felt her tighten after a few more thrusts of his fingers, and she cried out his name, making him bite her collar bone. "Lacy," he looked up at her with dark, passion filled eyes. "Haben Sie sich jemals probiert?" He asked. She slowly shook her head. "Nein?" She shook her head again. {have you ever tasted yourself, no}

He pulled his finger from her and moved it to his lips, running his tongue along it. "Sie schmecken köstlich," he told her, sucking all of her juices from his finger before sliding his hand along her body, between her legs, and slipping his finger back into her. Lacy stared at him, her mouth slightly open as she panted, turned on from watching him continue. He gave a few slow thrusts before he pulled his finger from her again and moved it to his lips, licking up it and sucking again, taking his time to make sure he cleaned all of her wetness from it. "Wie Honig," he told her, making her gasp out, wanting to reach out to him, but unable to because of the cord. {you taste delicious, like honey}

His hand drifted down her again, again sliding his finger into her and stroking her insides for a moment before he pulled it out and moved it close to her lips. "Lecken," he told her. {lick it}

Lacy looked at his finger for a second before her tongue slowly came out and slid up his finger, making his eyes darken further. She could feel his still hard member pressing against her hip, reminding her that he hadn't come yet. "Kurt," she started, but he put his finger to her lips.

"Lecken," he told her again. She bit her lip, looking into his eyes for a moment, then licked his finger again, taking it into her mouth as he had, sucking her musky flavor from him, swirling her tongue around his finger before she pulled back. Kurt groaned, looking down at her for a moment before putting his hand on her jaw and pulling her closer, kissing her deeply and desperately.

Somehow, Lacy was moved, the silken restraints sliding around her wrists so they were now behind her as she was sat back against the headboard. Kurt moved so he was kneeling in front of her and pulled her into his lap, sliding into her.

He thrust into her, holding onto her thighs at first to keep her there, but his hands moved to hold onto hers, making the cord dig into her a little tighter as he thrust. Kurt's hands moved back to Lacy's hips, holding her steady as he thrust up, his toes again digging in for purchase.

Lacy felt herself being pushed back against the headboard, her hands trapped behind her hips, and she could feel Kurt getting a little rough again, but she met every desperate kiss, her body took every rough thrust as she started to feel herself sliding up the headboard. She assumed that Kurt must be slowly standing up, but was caught when the silk cord didn't allow her to move any farther. She could feel the tension as he thrust into her, pushing her up, but the cord didn't want to let go, and it started to feel like her wrists were being separated.

Finally, he groaned into the breasts he was nipping the edge of and she felt her hands slip free of the cord. They immediately went to him, burying in his hair and going to the base of his tail to tug. At that action, he groaned and bit her rib, his hands and tail tightening on her as he thrust harder into her and she cried out.

He growled something she couldn't understand as he moved back to her mouth and took it roughly, almost so forcefully that she couldn't breath. She wrapped one thigh around him tighter, her other leg now the only thing touching the bed, somewhere with a hard surface, the headboard?

The half formed thoughts and pondering left her mind as she felt herself tighten around Kurt, moaning into his mouth which drank in her every pleasured noise.

Kurt's fingers dug into Lacy's butt, into the tender spot he'd been slapping earlier, and she let out a small, pained gasp, but that just made him slap her in the spot again and pull back from her mouth to- stare wasn't the word, it was almost a glare he fixed on her closed eyes, he was so filled with passion and lust. He thrust into her and slapped her in the tender spot again, watching as she bit her lip and her head turned away.

Suddenly the heaviest of the fog seemed to lift and he looked around, realizing that they were against the wall, not just against, but that his toes were digging into the wall to thrust harder. He'd literally fucked her up the wall so he wasn't even touching the bed any more, and the only thing of hers touching it was the toes on her right foot.

Kurt looked back to Lacy's face where it had turned to. What was he doing to her? He was being so rough, rougher than he'd ever dreamed he was capable of, and she wasn't a mutant or a super being, just a delicate, tender human. He didn't know how her body was standing all the abuse he was giving it. He looked down in shame, both that he'd been so rough, and that his body wanted to continue it, feeling his cock tighten and twitch inside her at the thought.

He looked up as Lacy moved his face back to hers. "Kurt," she whispered, and he could tell her throat was raw. "Kiss me," she asked, guiding his jaw back to hers, but he paused. "Kurt, I know you haven't come yet," she told him, running her lips along his lips and up his jaw. "Please, I want you to cum in me," she whispered against his jaw, her hands sliding over him and distracting him from his thoughts.

Kurt's last defense was tumbled and he was lost. He took her hips in his hands again and started thrusting into her. She gasped, and he could hear her almost voiceless moans, cutting in and out depending on pitch due to her sore throat. He kissed down her neck, nipping along her shoulder until he finally felt the end nearing.

All of Lacy's breathy gasps and moans pushed him closer, and when she came around him, her nails digging into his shoulders for support, her cry of his name echoing back to him, he pushed harder, coming, filling her and feeling her collapse onto him, burying her nose in the crease of his neck.

Kurt slowly lowered them from the wall, kneeling and laying Lacy back onto the bed where she laid limply, completely spent. He looked down at her, turning her head to kiss her gently, but passionately. "Lacy," he whispered, still laying over her.

"Huh?" She asked.

"Just seeing if you vere still avake," he told her, smiling.

"Yeah," she told him. "I just can't move. I'll have to call in to work all next week," she joked breathily.

The memory of what had made Kurt sneak out of the mansion and make his way here in the first place struck him, and he pulled back from her, laying and rolling her so she could cuddle against him as she liked. "Lacy, I- I have somezhing to tell you," he started nervously.

"It better not be that you're really married, or have another girlfriend... I can't move now, but I'll talk to death the best I can," she told him.

"Nein," he smiled for a moment before it left. "I- Zhere is some trouble, a lot of mutants are dying, being attacked, and, zhey have decided zhat ve must all stay at home zhis next veek, in case whoever is killing mutants is close to tracking us..."

Lacy managed to open her eyes and look up at him. "You have to stay home this next week?"

"Ja," he told her.

She cuddled into him tighter. "But I'll miss you..."

"I'll miss you, too, li- Lacy," he told her. She just pouted against his side with her eyes still closed. "Oh," he said. "Zhere- zhere is vone ozher zhing..."

"What's that?" She asked.

"Vell, vone of zhe people I live vizh... She has been bozhering me for a vhile... She vants me to bring you over so she can meet you..." Lacy let out a rusty chuckle. "Vhat?"

"I was just thinking that it's strange; you're the one in hiding, but you can tell anyone you want about us, but I, I'm free to date as I please, but I don't even have anyone to tell."

Kurt pulled back and looked down at her. "'Free to date as you please?'" He asked stiffly.

"I mean that I don't have to pretend I don't have a boyfriend or anything," she told him. "I'm only with you. I couldn't handle anyone else, nor would I want to," she said, pulling closer to him.

"Are you sure? Vhat about zhat man at vork, Peter? You don't vant to be vizh him?"

"Eww, are you kidding? Gross... Besides, if I wanted to go out with him, I've had a year and a half since he's started to have the chance."

"Vhat about zhat Doug guy?" He asked.

"Doug? He's a nice guy, but not my type," she told him.

"Ja?" She nodded. He pulled her lips against his, only pulling away when they both needed air. "Lacy, do you zhink you vould vant to come to my home?"

He felt her bite her lip. "Are- are you sure they'd want me there?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Vhy not?"

"Well, you know, knowing where your safe spot is..."

He ran his hand down her cheek. "It vill be ok," he told her, smiling.

"H- how many people are there?" She asked.

"About zhirty," he told her.

"Oh, that's not too bad, I thought there were more, the way you talk," she said, and he could hear the relief in her voice.

"You are afraid of crowds?" He asked.

"No- just... Awkward around large groups of people..."

"Don't vorry, Lacy, I vill be zhere vizh you, and I von't leave your side if you don't vant me to," he told her.

"Ok," she said as she yawned.

"You vill come?" He asked.

"Mm-hm," she told him. "But not tonight... Sleep tonight," she told him. "My next weekend. Around two some time."

"Ok," he told her, holding her close. "Lacy," he finally sighed. "I should probably leave, I had to sneak out to come visit you as it vas..."

"No," she almost whined. "I don't get to see you for a whole week, at least stay until the sun starts coming up, like you normally do..." She pleaded, opening her eyes to look up at him.

Kurt looked down at her face, stroking her cheek. "Vell, ok," he told her. "Zhey probably von't even be looking for me until tomorrow, anyvay..." He held her closer, kissing her lightly every so often as he fell asleep.

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