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naughtyneganjdm · 2 months ago

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The Proposition

Summary: You've been at The Sanctuary for a while after Negan saved you. You're a virgin and more than anything you want Negan to be your first. Sick of waiting to be noticed, you go to him and tell him what you want.

Characters: Negan, the reader (OC, second person), Simon, Dwight, Regina, Laura, Gavin, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59682937

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Smut, unprotected p in v, female reader, no use of Y/N, praise kink, loss of virginity, daddy kink, dirty talk, ice play, reader is in their 20s, etc.

Notes: This is day 7 to go with this kinktober list. The prompts this time were bitemarks, ice play and virgin. With this fic, I was a little sick of just flat out porn so I wanted to have it be sweeter. So it has more plot. Negan is more romantic and while he's still Negan with his mouth and actions, it's a more romantic...ish kinktober fic. PS, if you're allergic to peanut butter, I have the reader eat a peanut butter cup in this so I'm sorry if that offends you.

Everything around you was loud. But then again, people were always busy at The Sanctuary. You were seated in the dining hall to yourself. So many things had been on your mind lately and you never had any time to yourself to really think things over appropriately.

Hearing a stir, your eyes lifted to the second level seeing a few of The Saviors walking out near the ledge railing. That’s when your eyes fell on him. The man that people either loved or hated. There were no gray areas it seemed. And you understood both sides. However, with you, you swayed toward the side of actually liking Negan. When The Saviors were out on one of their runs a few months ago, you had been alone. They found you in an abandoned town, trapped with next to nothing. Everyone that had been with you had died and Negan was actually the person who had saved you. So people could say a lot of things about Negan and sometimes they were probably right. But you had a different experience with Negan.

Part of you was actually a little disappointed. There were certain women at The Sanctuary that Negan would bring back and ask to be his wives. That was what he referred to them as of course. You on the other hand, you wondered if he felt bad for you. Because unlike other people, he set you up with a room. Most people had to fight for that kind of thing. Or pay with their points that they earned. Sure, you were still working for points, but Negan had given you your own little apartment that had food and water in it. You were neither a Savior nor a wife. You were just there. Interactions with Negan were also incredibly rare. You tried to stand out to Negan and when you did catch his attention, it always got your heart kickstarted inside of your chest. Something about his smile drove you wild. It was safe to say you were incredibly attracted to Negan and not just because he saved your life. Looks wise, he was gorgeous. And personality? Well, he was arrogant and apparently? You were attracted to that too.

It was just disappointing that when he found you, he didn’t have enough interest in you to make you one of his wives. You had sat with a table of women that gossiped a lot about things at The Sanctuary. There were a lot of crazy things people would talk about. Some would say he slept with the wives. Others would say that he was gay and the wives were just a front. It was a little all over the place. But one thing they brought up once was how big Negan’s manhood was. One of them had caught Negan coming out of the showers once and she couldn’t stop talking about it. Of course people thought she was full of shit because they thought someone who was as arrogant as Negan was, he had to be making up for something he was lacking. But after that conversation, you found yourself staring a lot trying to determine what was honest.

There was one thing that you figured might have been a turn off in terms of yourself if Negan really was this ladies man that some people suggested that he was. You were a virgin. You had been alone for a long time and when the world fell to shit you were pretty tame in terms of things. But now that you were at The Sanctuary, your hormones were going crazy every time you saw Negan. A big part of you wanted Negan to be your first, but the fact that you rarely got his attention as it was made it hard for you to even approach Negan.

Your throat tensed up with Negan curling his fingers around the yellow railing looking down at the people below. There was a smile that tugged at his lips with Simon whispering something in his ear and you felt your throat go dry. God, you wanted him to notice you so fucking bad, but you knew that in a group this large? It was never going to happen. And if you hadn’t been asked by Negan to be one of his wives yet, there was a strong chance that he had no interest in you.

Tapping his hands against the yellow bar, Negan nodded back toward his office and you felt disappointed. You were right. He didn’t notice you. Finishing up your meal, you headed up to the second floor. That was where your room was and considering you got your work done for the day, you figured that you would just rest for what was left of it before you had to get started again.

As you made your way to your room, you stopped when you realized that Negan’s office door was open. A few of the men and women were standing around him. They were staring down at something that was spread out across the long table. Thinking things over, you felt both a rush of anxiety and bravery flood through your veins. You wanted to talk to Negan. Badly. But then again, he was surrounded by some of his top Saviors and they might punish you for interrupting them.

Stepping closer toward Negan’s office, you realized that the sudden sense of boldness you were feeling was just stupid. So you quickly stepped back and started to head back for your room. But then again, what if you did make your intentions known? The worst thing he could do was say no. And then you could work on shutting those feelings down instead of letting them linger.

Taking slow steps back toward Negan’s office, you stopped when you got to the door. Clearing your throat, you moved into the office and knocked faintly at the opened door. Well shit. A rush of panic flooded through your veins when every single one of the Saviors lifted their heads to stare out at you in confusion. They were all waiting on you, including Negan who had one eyebrow arched in curiosity. It was then that you noticed just beyond the map that they were looking at, on the edge of the table was Negan’s bat Lucille.

“What?” Simon snapped waving his hand about when you nervously moved forward into the room.

“Can I…can I speak with Negan?” you wondered, shoving your hands into your pockets nervously.

“Anything you have to say to Negan, you can say to us,” Regina stressed to you, standing up straight and moving forward from where she had been standing beside Negan. It was then you realized that Negan’s main lieutenants and council were who was in that room with him.

“Not exactly?” you breathed out, your voice quiet and you could tell that your answer annoyed The Saviors, but it amused Negan who had his hazel eyes locked on you. Resting back in his chair, Negan clicked his tongue at the top of his mouth and it made you shrug. “It’s personal.”

“Nothing is personal in The Sanctuary,” Dwight suggested from where he was standing beside Simon who nodded. “You aren’t a Savior, you don’t deserve respect. So either you tell us what you want or get the fuck out of here.”

“Dwighty boy!” Negan’s voice boomed, letting out a tsking sound and wiggling his finger about. “Let’s be nice to the lady. I do agree that anything she has to say to me can be said in front of my Saviors, but you don’t have to be a dick.”

“Yeah. Don’t be a dick Dwight,” Simon muttered under his breath, mocking Dwight when he playfully smacked his hand upside Dwight’s head who grunted.

“So what is it?” Laura threw her hands up in the air with all of their attention on you.

“I just wanted to ask him something,” you stressed, not sure you wanted to outright say what it was that you wanted.

“Then ask,” Simon hissed having you let out a nervous breath. Silence followed. How could you say this and not be embarrassed? “Negan, come on.”

“I want to have sex with Negan,” you blurt out, just letting it escape your lips. And by the expressions on everyone’s face, you suddenly felt ridiculous for letting it slip like that.

“Well goddamn,” Negan snickered, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. A few of the other Saviors’ faces had gone pale when Negan wiggled his fingers to beckon you closer into the office. “You are not what I pictured! You are very fucking forward. I like that. I like that a lot.”

Nodding your head once, you felt like the room was spinning around you and you swallowed down hard. Standing up from where he was seated, you felt your face get hot when Negan dragged his zipper down in his pants, “So you wanna do it right here?”

Your eyes dropped to Negan’s pants and your mouth went dry. Why did that just turn you on so fucking much? Thinking things over, you lifted your stare and saw that Negan’s hazel eyes were staring out at you expectantly. Starting to unhook his belt, Negan made a dramatic expression and held his hand out.

“I can take you right here,” Negan pointed to the table, his thick eyebrows bouncing in amusement. “I don’t think The Saviors would complain much. It’s been a long time since they’ve had a good show.”

“I don’t…” you looked between all The Saviors that were there. There were those that looked uncomfortable with the idea. Such as Gavin, Laura, Dwight and a few others. And then there were those like Simon that looked like he was all in for that idea. “I don’t want to do it like that.”

“No?” Negan frowned, tipping his head from side to side when he started to pull his belt back together. Following that, he pulled his zipper back up and snorted. Dropping down into his chair again, he kicked his feet up on the table and shrugged. “You got me all excited for nothing.”

“I’m…sorry?” you exhaled loudly realizing that everyone’s eyes were still on you. “Can we please just talk alone for a minute? I swear I won’t take up much of your time.”

Silence followed. It seemed like Negan was thinking it over, his dimples sucking in when he gazed over you and shrugged, “I don’t know. Are you gonna make it worth my time?”

“Maybe?” you didn’t know what to say to that and Simon scoffed in disbelief.

“Well what if you bore me? Then it would all be a waste of time,” Negan stammered, waving his hand about in the air dramatically.

“I’ll show you my breasts?” you offered, immediately regretting it when you said it realizing that it probably sounded ridiculous. Why were you suddenly so…forward?

“Deal,” Negan snorted, circling his finger to point at The Saviors and motion for them to leave the room. “I get the feeling she doesn’t want to flash her breasts in front of the rest of you motherfuckers. So if you will, please give us a few moments. I’m not gonna turn down the chance to see a pair of titties.”

God, did he really just refer to your breasts as titties? He was immature as fuck. And yet? You were still attracted to him.

A few of The Saviors were leaving the room, but there were a few stragglers. Specifically Simon who had stopped before he left, “Why do I have to go?”

“I already made the deal Simon. And it didn’t involve you. Everyone get the hell out and close the door behind you,” Negan demanded, hooking his fingers together in his lap. Once the door closed, Negan looked to you expectantly and flashed you a big smile. “So…”

You went to step forward, but Negan made a whistling sound and shook his head. Motioning you to stay where you were, Negan dragged his tongue out across his bottom lip and hummed to himself, “You promised to show me your breasts. You go first so that way you can’t back out of it after we’ve had the conversation that you want.”

“Seriously?” you felt a rush go to your head and you felt kind of embarrassed. You weren’t exactly dressed spectacular and you didn’t even know if Negan would really make you go through with it. With a very dramatic nod, Negan’s eyelids grew heavy and he gave you an expecting glance.

Swallowing down hard, you reached for the bottom of your shirt and Negan held his finger up to stop you, “I’ll tell you when you can cover up.”

Mustering up as much confidence as you could, you started to lift the bottom of your shirt up over your abdomen. Negan’s eyes followed the movement of your shirt and when you got to your bra, you hooked your fingers into that as well. The cool chill of the air around you had you releasing a shuddering breath when you pulled the material up over your body right to the bottom of your neck.

Negan didn’t say anything. His eyes were just gazing upon you and you couldn’t tell if he liked what he saw or not. Gradually, a smile tugged at his handsome features and he tipped his head to the side, “That’s a nice pair of tits. They look good on you.”

“Thanks,” you slurred, your pulse leaping in your throat with Negan’s eyes still focused on your body.

“So you want to have sex with me, huh?” Negan questioned, his eyebrows bouncing up and for the first time, his eyes lifted from your bare breasts to connect with yours. “How old are you?”

“I’m in my twenties,” you explained wishing the room was a bit warmer because you could feel your nipples growing hard. Well, you assumed it was from the temperature of the room. But it might have been the fact you were like this in front of Negan and in a weird fashion, it was turning you on.

“Okay,” Negan replied back leaving you to wonder how long he wanted you to stand there like this. “Well your tits are definitely a pair I’d like to play with for a while. So I can’t see your offer being a bad one. My dick is hard now. Do you wanna just fuck right here?”

“Is that what you want?” your eyes lowered down toward his pants in attempts to get a look at his body. It had him snapping his fingers to get you to look back at him with him pointing toward his eyes as if it was offensive you were looking there.

“I would have happily plowed you in front of The Saviors,” Negan reminded you with a half laugh, shrugging his shoulders. “I like when a woman isn’t afraid to tell you what they want. That turns me the fuck on. I never saw you as the type, but that’s okay. I like to be fucking surprised.”

Every word out of Negan’s mouth was annunciated in a very dramatic manner. Hearing that had the room spinning around you, “Tell me what you like.”

“What I like?” you repeated feeling your face flushing over with heat. Would you tell him the truth? You were a virgin. You didn’t know what the hell you liked. Or would you lie?

“Yeah. Sexually,” Negan stammered, shrugging his shoulders when he spoke. “Do you like it rough? Do you like anal? Can I finger your asshole while I fuck you? Is your favorite position face down with your ass in the air? Do you want to be fucked so hard that my balls smack against your clit?”

Your lips parted and it made him snicker. You must have gone flush, “or are you more of a…I want to ride your cock kind of girl? It’s hard to read. Because when I found you, I thought you would be the innocent type. You seemed shy. Then you come in here asking for sex and I don’t know what to think. Do you ask every man that you want to have sex with to sleep with you like that?”

“I uh…” this was it. This was where you had to determine whether you were going to be honest with him or not. “Can I put my shirt down?”

“Not yet. Answer the question,” Negan demanded, his eyes dropping back down toward your breasts again.

“I’ve never had sex,” you answered honestly with Negan’s smile gradually fading. God, you shouldn’t have been honest with him. Forcing himself to look away from you, Negan’s response to your answer made you regret it. “I’m willing to do whatever you want though.”

“Put your shirt down,” Negan demanded and you did as you were told. Silence surrounded you both. Now Negan wouldn’t even look at you. Taking the hint, you nodded and started to head for the door, but he called out to you. “Where are you going? Take a seat.”

Glancing back over your shoulder at Negan, you saw that he was pointing toward the seat that was closest to him at the side of the long table. Obeying, you were careful in the way you slowly lowered yourself down.

“You’re a virgin?” he confirmed with you, but you didn’t know if you wanted to focus on that now since it seemed to turn him off. Well, you were doomed now. Best to be honest. Nodding once had Negan biting down on his bottom lip. “In your twenties?”

Suddenly you felt embarrassed when you looked away from Negan. You said nothing. Yeah. It wasn’t like you were a church girl or someone incredibly innocent, life just didn’t work out for you and you were more so focused on studies and working than you were having a party life.

“And you want me to take your virginity?” Negan pushed further at the subject. You still weren’t looking at him, you just nodded. “Why?”

“I like you,” you answered honestly, your confidence not as much as before with his response to your truth about being a virgin.

“Why?” he asked again. This time he was a bit firmer with his words.

“You’re good looking. I mean, anyone with eyes could see that. I’m very attracted to you,” you explained and as you spoke Negan unhurriedly pulled his legs down from the table. Each foot hit the ground hard with his boots making an echo in the empty room. “And? You saved me. You took me in. You took care of me when no one else did. I almost died and you were my hero.”

Hearing that had Negan’s hazel eyes lifting to yours and his eyes narrowed, “I don’t think you’d hurt me. And if you did? I’d be glad that it was you that it happened with because I don’t want to lose it to someone else. You’re really the first person I’ve had an interest in since the world fell to shit. I like you. A lot. And I want you to do whatever you want to me.”

“I see,” Negan leaned back into his chair and he seemed deep in contemplation. “Yeah. Okay. Tonight after I’m done doing all the shit I have to, I’ll come to your room. Around nightfall. Tomorrow? You’ll no longer be a virgin. So you won’t have that stigma hanging around your head.”

“Tonight?” you felt excited that he said yes. Giving you a small nod had you standing up from the bed. “Okay.”

“Hey,” Negan called out when you headed to the door. You knew that if it was tonight that he wanted to do it, you would have to prepare for things. Standing up from where he was seated, Negan undid the zipper of his leather jacket. Reaching for the bottom of the white shirt he was wearing, he lifted his shirt up right under his chest revealing his naked torso to you. “Since you showed me yours, I figured I would show you mine. Just to help carry you over for tonight.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the amused expression that was over Negan’s features with his nose wrinkling. Taking a good look over his torso, you knew that you would much rather see it up close since you spotted the tattoo that covered his pectoral muscle.

“Those look good on you,” you couldn’t help but mirror what he said eliciting a snort from Negan who gave a firm nod. “I like what I see.”

“Thank you,” Negan looked down over his abdomen and then slowly lifted his head to give you a wink. “I’m proud of them. So I’m glad that you like them.”

“You can lower your shirt now,” you smirked making Negan laugh and give you a single nod.

“Yes ma’am,” Negan grumbled under his breath and it took your breath away. Lowering his shirt, Negan gave you a single wink and then dropped back down into his chair. “You can have The Saviors come back in by the way.”

“How am I going to find all of them?” you reached for the door wondering where each of them would go.

“Oh honey, they never left,” Negan stressed to you leaving you to open the door. Upon opening the door, you felt a rush of frustration flooding your veins seeing that every single one of them had been pressed up against the door or near in trying to listen in on what was happening. Everyone except for Dwight and Laura that was. Dwight was probably irritated and Laura was just trying to give you your space.

“Nice,” you growled under your breath, pushing through them to get out of the office. Why weren’t you surprised at all by that?

A mixture of fear and excitement flooded through your veins. You really didn’t have anything spectacular in terms of clothes, so you spent the points you did have to get a really nice set of lingerie for Negan that you hoped he’d like. The colors you had focused on were red and black, but ultimately went with the black since that’s what Negan put his wives in. You’d have to not eat very well for the next few days, but you wanted to make him happy. You had also grabbed a pair of leather cuffs. The person you got them from probably thought you were a bit of a freak, but with what you heard about Negan? You wanted to be prepared and give him what he wanted. You wanted to make a good impression. You showered, used the perfume that you still had from your personal items when you came here and then put on the lingerie.

At nightfall, you waited, laid stretched out on the bed waiting for Negan. Again, you wanted to be sexy for Negan. Give him a reason to appreciate you and not regret agreeing to this whole thing. It was a while after nightfall by the time you heard a knock at your door. You had gotten nervous that he didn’t want to do this whole thing after he considered it.

Curling your arms behind your head, you cleared your throat and did your best to pose sexy as you beckoned him into your room. As the door opened, Negan’s expression became more so amused when he entered your bedroom seeing the way you were.

“Wow,” he snickered, closing the door behind him and tipping his head to the side. “Did you have that?”

“I bought it today for you with the points that I earned,” you explained arching your back up attempting to bring attention to your breasts. “Do you like it?”

“I do,” Negan muttered, sucking on his bottom lip and moving to the bottom of the bed. Gazing you over, he looked beside the bed and saw the leather cuffs that were sitting on the nightstand. “What are those?”

“I got those too,” you pulled yourself up unhurriedly into a seated position. Reaching for the cuffs, you handed them to Negan who accepted them and looked them over with a smirk. “People gossip and say things, you know? So I figured you’d like those.”

“People gossip?” Negan repeated, sitting down on the edge of the bed spinning the handcuffs around his finger. Sliding in closer to Negan, you started to caress at his shoulders eliciting a heavy exhale to fall from his lips. “What do the people say?”

“It depends on who you ask,” you responded, doing your best to get Negan to relax. Depositing a kiss over the side of his neck had a sharp exhale falling from his lips. Dragging your hands across his chest had him leaning further back into you. Using that moment, you pushed your hands down over his abdomen and he groaned out. Fuck, that was actually really hot. “Someone mentioned you being really…big.”

Brazenly, you dropped your hand to the center of Negan’s pants palming in over his pants. It had a raspy moan following and it had chills running down your spine that you could draw something that sexy out of a man you were this attracted to.

Surprise filled your body with Negan’s fingers wrapping around your wrist to stop you from touching him, “Does a big dick really matter to a virgin?”

Negan looked over his shoulder to connect his eyes with yours and you shrugged, “I imagine it feels better.”

“You’re a virgin. I hate to break it to you, but it will hurt the first time a cock goes inside of you. Whether it’s big or average sized. Depending on the person you’re with, it’s either gonna hurt a lot or it’s gonna be uncomfortable until you start to get used to it and it feels good. You’re gonna need someone to relax you. Prepare you and it feels like you just want me to fuck the shit outta you.”

Standing up from the bed, Negan shoved his hands into his pockets after tossing the cuffs onto the bed, “Where in the porn hub loving instructional guide did you come up with this stuff?”

A laugh fell from Negan’s throat and you felt embarrassed again. You didn’t know whether you should cover up or not as you slid back on the bed, “Now don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the lingerie, but whatever you spent on this I’ll make sure they give you back the points. Losing your virginity shouldn’t be about making me happy. It should be about making you comfortable and giving you an experience that isn’t a terrible one. Having me cuff you and fuck you raw is not gonna be the optimal experience. It may be on porn hub or in those racy romance novels, but it’s not realistic. Is that what you really think I’m like?”

“Can you blame me after the way you talked earlier?” you reminded him of how he talked to you before you revealed to him that you were a virgin. “You sounded like someone right out of a porno asking me what I liked.”

“Well that’s when I thought you were a little slutty,” Negan defended himself, placing his hand over the center of his chest. “But you’re not. Not that I would have a problem with anyone being slutty. I mean, I have no right to judge. Slutty can be sexy, but you’re also sexy the way that you are.”

“I’m confused,” you announced, your heart racing at the idea of what he was saying. “So do you want to have sex or not?”

“Just put your clothes on,” Negan ordered, spinning his finger around in a circle. It had you confused and somewhat disappointed. “We’re still gonna have sex, but not like this. Not like something right out of a porno.”

Getting up, you headed over toward your dresser, but Negan cleared his throat, “You can leave the lingerie on underneath though. I do…I do actually really like those.”

Well at least that was a success. Getting dressed in a sundress that you had, you wanted to make sure that you were wearing as little as possible for Negan to take off when the time came. Holding his hand out for you as you approached, you accepted Negan’s hand and were surprised by his actions. This was not the man that the women gossiped about in The Sanctuary. Chivalry actually existed in some fashion with Negan.

Leading you out of your room, Negan led you to the stairs at The Sanctuary which surprised you since you knew that Negan’s room was on the same level as yours. Following Negan carefully up the steps, you wanted to ask questions, but you didn’t. Once he reached the roof, Negan pushed open the door to reveal that there was a bonfire that he had set up with two chairs not too far away from it.

“A night out under the stars?” you looked to Negan who flashed you a big cheesy smile while he held the door open for you.

“After you my dear,” Negan growled, holding his hand out and motioning you toward the area that was set up. Once he closed the door behind him, Negan held his hand out to you leading you over toward the area to sit down. He made sure you sat first before taking a seat beside you. “It’s a little chilly, but the sky is full of stars and I thought maybe you would want to talk first.”

“Suddenly I regret wearing this dress,” you confessed with a tiny laugh and it had Negan looking you over. There was a chill in the air and if you would have known you may have grabbed a longer shirt to throw over the dress. Getting up from his seat, Negan started to shimmy out of his leather jacket and you immediately shook your head when he motioned you to stand up. “No, I couldn’t…”

“You can and you will,” Negan commented firmly. By the expression on his face, you knew what he wanted, so you gave it to him. Accepting the gesture, you allowed him to help you put the jacket on you before lowering down. Negan waited for you to sit before he sat himself. Pulling the jacket in closer to you, you actually enjoyed the way that it smelled because it smelled clean and fresh. Also the scent of whatever cologne he wore was lingering over the jacket and it was amazing. You hadn’t really been this up close and personal to Negan to be able to smell him before. “Better?”

“Much,” you nodded your head with Negan leaning back and looking up toward the sky. “You’re not what I thought you were.”

“I’m probably exactly who you think I am, but there are just other parts to me that people don’t take the time to know,” Negan huffed, dropping his head dramatically and turning it to look at you. “I know it’s my own fault, but I’m not the kind of guy that finds out someone is a virgin and then I fucking destroy their pussy so they never enjoy sex again.”

It made you smile to hear Negan talking like that, “I am curious what people say about me though. Who are you hearing stuff from?”

“Women gossip,” you explained, sliding your chair in closer to the fire. You weren’t going to give out names, but then again, you really didn’t know their names. “I’ve heard people say you are this sex fiend that will fuck anything and everything that moves. That your wives are your sex slaves that you come and grab whenever you’re horny and want to fuck.”

A deep rumble of a laugh fell from Negan’s throat, his fingers grasping tightly to the edges of the chair that he was seated in, “They are a status symbol.”

“Come again,” you exhaled loudly with Negan’s eyebrows bouncing up.

“I don’t have sex with them. I mean, I’ve had sex with a few of them, but it wasn’t the whole you’re my sex slave and I’m coming to pick you today thing you just said,” Negan waved his hand about, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke. “I’m okay with people thinking that though. When you think of a man in power, a king, all of them had lots of wives. It’s a status symbol. People look up to you and admire you. Want to be like you. So they listen, get into line having hopes of being like you one day if you take them under your wing.”

“Oh,” you breathed out, surprised to hear him talking like that. “That’s kind of lame, you know that right?”

“I’m a man, I’m kind of lame,” Negan stressed with a rumbling laugh, shaking his head when he reached out for one of the things that was set up beside his chair.

“Which ones?” you wondered getting Negan to look back at you. “Which ones have you slept with?”

“You really wanna know that?” Negan stammered, the bridge of his nose wrinkling. When you nodded, he sat back and you realized that he had the ingredients to make smores in his hands. “Well, before I was here, I was in a group of people. Dwight and Sherry were part of that group. And the two of us had an affair. Although, sex with her lately is not really a thing. She’s hot, but her attitude sucks. I think she likes having the power that comes with being a wife. And I let her have it. I don’t really know why. And then I had sex with Frankie. Before she was a wife, I was really into the whole she was a massage therapist thing. I wanted a massage, an innocent one at first and she just kind of crawled on top of me and…”

“I can picture the rest,” you held your hand up to stop him and it made Negan snort. “Then why are you so…I don’t know? Protective and dickish about them? People think you abuse them. Rape them by coercion.”

“You can’t rape someone if you aren’t fucking them,” Negan responded an annoyed breath escaping his throat. “I don’t rape people. If someone doesn’t want to have sex with me, they don’t. When I ask these women to be my wives, I’m giving them special treatment. They receive things that most people don’t. They don’t have to work for it. They don’t have to fuck me. They just have to sit there and look pretty. Do what I ask. No one is hurting them. I’ve never laid a finger on them. And I’m certainly not fucking them against their will. Tonya, I have an appreciation for a professional chef. Amber, she wanted favors and you know that people would find a girl like Amber beautiful. Frankie, my back is shit. There is a trait each one of them has that I appreciate having in my back pocket and it’s not their lady bits.”

“I see,” you watched while Negan put together a smore. You saw him unwrapping a peanut butter cup and he went to put it on the smore before thinking twice.

“Are you allergic?” Negan inquired, pointing to it. Shaking your head had him letting out a thankful breath before continuing to put together his version of a smore. “Don’t go telling people that I’m not as bad as I seem, okay?”

“Deal,” you snickered, watching as he worked to roast the marshmallow over the fire. “Why didn’t you make me one of your wives?”

“Sorry?” Negan didn’t seem to be too focused on what you were asking working to put together a smore. Handing it out to you, he gave you another big smile as you accepted it from him. With the melted marshmallow over his fingers, he sucked at the tips of them and sighed.

“Why didn’t you make me one of your wives?” you repeated your question and it seemed to make Negan nervous when he started to construct his smore. “Am I not appealing to you?”

“I can find something attractive in pretty much anyone, I’m not particular,” Negan informed you with a long exhale, his eyes gazing over you in a moment of longing. “But I do find you very attractive. So it has nothing to do with that.”

“Then what did it have to do with?” you inquired since you had felt kind of worried about the whole thing to begin with.

“I like you,” Negan answered, his lips parting after he started to roast his marshmallow. “I don’t often get to be someone’s hero. The way you looked at me when I brought you here? It’s been a long time since someone looked at me in a positive light. I think I’m helping people here, but you? I actually did protect you. I kept you safe. You wouldn’t look at me like that anymore if I made you one of the wives. The less you knew about me, the better because the more you knew me the higher the chance that you might start to hate me.”

That took your breath away. In that moment you wanted to do nothing more than to kiss him. Grasping at Negan’s jaw, you pulled him in toward you and brought your lips together. Your quickness surprised him, but he didn’t turn away the kiss. No, he was welcoming to it. Leaning in closer to you over the arm of the chair. You let it linger with Negan turning it into small kisses at your bottom lip.

As you separated, Negan dragged his thumb across your bottom lip with a hum, “I don’t want the way you look at me to change.”

“It won’t,” you hushed him, turning in to press a kiss over his pulse point.

“You can’t promise that,” Negan stated with a frown, using his free hand to sweep his fingers down over your jawline. “I’m not a good man. I will let you down. The further you’re away from me, the better.”

“I’d rather be let down than to never share moments with you,” you explained with a sigh, closing your eyes at the sensation of his rough fingertips tracing over your features. Another sweet, delicate kiss was pressed at your lips before Negan sat back in his chair again. Taking a bite of your smores, you hummed and gave a nod. “I like the addition of the peanut butter cups.”

“I really like peanut butter,” Negan confessed taking a big bite of his sweet treat that he had made for himself. “I’m sorry for making you flash me your tits earlier.”

“I offered,” you couldn’t help but laugh, finishing off your snack with Negan chuckling underneath his breath. “Plus, you flashed me your tits so I think we’re equal.”

“It’s not the same,” Negan insisted with an amused rumble, outstretching his hand to loosely hook his fingers with yours. “I liked that it made you smile though.”

The two of you continued to talk about random odds and ends with Negan getting to learn more about you before you both agreed to leave. Negan didn’t say much as he led you down the stairs. When you passed your room, you knew that Negan was leading you to his bedroom and that excited you. Pushing open the door, Negan looked inside as if to make sure something was right before allowing you in.

Stepping into his bedroom took your breath away. The only light that filtered through the room was that of many candles that had been lit. At the center of the bed were a rose pedals and there was a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket on the nightstand.

“You slammed me for my porn hub fantasy, but this is something right out of a cheesy romance film,” you commented, sucking in a sharp breath of air with Negan moving in behind you to place his hands in over your hips. The roughness of his short beard tickled at the side of your neck with his lips descending over your flesh.

“Shut up, you fucking love it,” Negan chuckled against your neck and it sent chills down your spine. “Losing your virginity like this is so much better than what you thought you needed to do.”

“Unless we burn down the place,” you teased, turning in Negan’s arms to tip up on your toes to meet him in a passionate sweep that had you purring against his perfect lips. Pushing his fingers up underneath his leather jacket, Negan let it drop at your feet. Palming down over your arms, Negan took his time to trace over your body having you a shuddering mess by the time his hands met yours to hook your fingers together.

Pulling you close, Negan allowed your head to rest at the center of his chest where you listened to the sound of his steady heartbeat. Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the way it sounded. It made you feel comfortable and in his arms you felt safe.

Soft strokes of Negan’s fingers were felt at the back of your head before tracing down over the lengths of your back. He was doing what he could to soothe and comfort you. Locking his eyes with yours, Negan started to work your dress up over your body. Helping him get it off, you felt your body tremoring once you were standing before him in your lingerie again.

Taking the initiative, you shakily reached out to grab the bottom of Negan’s white t-shirt. Raising it up his body, you stopped when you reached his arms and he gave you a weak smile. Lifting his arms up, he helped you get the perfectly clean shirt from his body where you dropped it beside your dress. Closing the distance, you flattened your palms out over the center of Negan’s chest. Sliding them out toward his shoulders had his long eyelashes fluttering to a close. This gave you time to appreciate his body and actually get to look at it. Tracing over the tattoo that was on his pectoral muscle, you couldn’t help but be in awe of his body. You actually appreciated the hidden tattoos that you didn’t know were there originally.

“I’m not the typical romance novel lover,” Negan informed you with a bob of his head and you smirked. Dragging your fingers through the dark curls of hair that covered his chest down lower toward his navel and back again had his breathing growing loud.

“You’re my perfect version,” you assured him, sweeping your fingers over the soft fleshy part of his abdomen just beneath his bellybutton.

“You take my breath away,” Negan reached for your hand to bring it up over the center of his chest. Grasping it tightly, Negan closed the distance between the two of you and swallowed down hard. Bringing your lips together again, you parted your lips allowing his tongue to brush in against yours. The taste of the sweet snack lingered and it made you hum.

“You taste sweet,” you muttered against his lips which made him smile. Working your hands down, you started to pull apart the belt in Negan’s pants. Not rushing, you knew you wanted to drag this out. Negan wanted the same thing. By the time you got his pants undone, you slid your fingers up over Negan’s lower abdomen toward his sides and then came to a stop at his lower back. Pushing into the material had it falling to his ankles. Sliding your palms over his small bottom had him groaning out with you grasping firmly to it.

“Come here,” Negan growled, hooking his arms around you to have you falling in against his chest. Sliding his hands down over your back toward your bottom, he did a similar movement as you, testing the flesh in his large palms. “We match.”

Stealing a glance between the two of you, you noticed from the light that was there that he was wearing black boxer briefs. Giving him a nod, you began to press kisses over his jawline, down over his neck and toward the center of his chest.

“No,” Negan slurred, reaching for you and carefully urging you back up to him. Managing to kick out of his boots and swiftly pull off his socks, Negan led you over toward the bed and lowered you down at the center of it. “I want this to be perfect for you. There is not a lot of that in the world anymore.”

“Perfect is having you Negan,” you stressed to him how you felt and it genuinely made him smile. Not an arrogant smile like you were used to. One that expressed a sense of feeling good about himself.

“Do you want any champagne?” Negan wondered eliciting a giggle from you as he crawled in over you. “What?”

“Not now. I just want you,” you explained, caressing up over his chest toward his shoulders to hook your hands behind his neck. It drew him to you with you stealing a desperate kiss from his lips. Carefully laying in beside you, Negan continued to kiss you with his fingers caressing up over your thigh.

For a while the two of you just kissed. Getting used to one another. And you liked it. Even if this was all you got today, you didn’t think you would be disappointed. The way that Negan touched you and made you feel like the center of his world was phenomenal. It’s not what you expected from Negan, but you were happy with this surprise.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Negan breathed against your lips, his fingers trailing up from your navel up between the valley of your breasts. Hovering his lips over yours, Negan smiled and urged you to lift up slightly so he could reach around you to unhook your bra. As soon as the material parted, you lowered back down to the bed letting Negan tug at the material. Getting it down your arms, he dropped it beside the bed and then gave you a smile. Unhurriedly, he slid his palm across the underside of your breasts. Cupping softly at one of them, Negan kissed faintly at your bottom lip and hummed. When his thumb ran across your nipple, you arched up into his touch. The sensation swept circles around it bringing it to a hard nub. Chills ran down your spine, your lips parted and a whimpering sound escaped your throat. “Are you okay?”

Giving Negan a nod, you knew that you were nervous, but you didn’t need to tell him that. Lowering down, Negan started to pepper kisses at your jawline, down over your neck and toward your collarbone. Chills flooded through your body, soft pants escaping you while you caressed at the back of Negan’s head. Moving in over you, Negan braced his weight to keep you comfortable as he started to press kisses between your breasts. Kissing everywhere had you arching up toward him and by the time his mouth covered your breast you moaned out. Glancing up at you with his hazel eyes, Negan made sure you were comfortable while his mouth and tongue pampered that breast before moving to the other.

Stroking down over Negan’s long back and then back up again, you were in total awe of Negan. It seemed like he was enjoying himself while he pampered your breasts with kisses. With a final slurping sound, Negan lifted his head and his eyes looked beyond you to the bucket of ice that was holding the champagne. Reaching out, he grabbed a piece of ice and you gasped when a few drops of the water covered your flesh.

“Cold?” he smirked, the bridge of his nose wrinkling when you gave a nod. Sucking in a sharp breath, you prepared yourself when Negan brought down his hand to lightly trace shapes over your flesh with the piece of ice he was holding. Keeping his eyes hooked on yours, Negan traced the ice over your nipple having you cry out with the sensation. A wolfish smile tugged at his lips when he pulled the ice away. Covering your breast with his mouth allowed a vast contrast between the cold and the warmth of his tongue. Slurping at your flesh, Negan repeated the motion on your other breast having you a whimpering mess beneath him. Nipping at your skin, Negan hummed and started to trace shapes down over your ribcage toward your belly button. “Good girl.”

Trembling beneath Negan, your lips parted with Negan returning what was left of the ice. Placing his hand back over your lower abdomen, Negan kept his eyes locked on yours when he started to push it down between your thighs. Your lips parted, a small whimper escaping you when he fully palmed in over your warmth.

Dropping your head to watch him caressing at your body had your heart hammering inside of your chest, but Negan hushed you and urged you to look back to him, “I want you to keep looking at me. Don’t watch that.”

So you obeyed. You locked your eyes with his, a gasp escaping you when he lifted his hand for a moment to press his fingers beneath your black panties that you had specifically worn for him. The direct contact of his rough fingertips with your sensitive flesh had your hips arching up toward him. There was something about the way that Negan looked at you that made you feel like the only person in the world in that moment and you loved the feelings it brought forth from inside of you.

“If you ever get uncomfortable at any point tonight, just let me know and we’ll stop,” Negan instructed, his fingers tracing slowly up over the lengths of your sex and it had you cooing out. Nodding, you knew that you weren’t going to be asking him to stop regardless of how things went tonight. You wanted this and you wanted this bad. Nothing was going to stop you from having it. Getting up to his knees, Negan hooked his fingers into your panties, unhurriedly tugging them down your body. Even then, he never took his eyes off yours wanting to watch your every reaction to things. Dropping your panties beside the bed, Negan returned to caress at your calf muscle up toward your thigh. “You’re fucking perfect. Y’know that?”

“I’m happy with anything as long as I’m yours,” you knew that sounded probably very dramatic, but you didn’t care. Plus, he seemed to enjoy the answer you gave him when he lowered back closer to you to steal another lingering, passionate kiss from your lips that progressed into a dominant one with his tongue brushing against yours.

“Can I kiss you somewhere else?” Negan slurred against your flesh. The question alone made you shake and you gave him another nod. Peppering kisses over your body again, he started at the side of your neck, over your chest and toward your lower abdomen. This time he went beyond down over your hip, toward your thigh and near the inside of your knee while he pushed at your thighs to give himself enough room to lower down onto his stomach. With him so close to the most personal parts of your body, you felt nervous. This was everything you wanted and more, but this was definitely a first for you. “Just relax. I’m a professional.”

The smile Negan gave you took your breath away with him urging your thighs up. He lowered himself between them. Wet kisses started at the inside of your thigh and he was slow to progress them toward your sex. With the first drag of his tongue across your folds, it had you shaking. Occasionally Negan would lift his eyes to watch your reaction to things as he would drag his tongue up and then down. Repeating the movements until his lips latched faintly to your clit suckling at the flesh.

“Negan,” you purred out his name, your hand lowering to brush your fingers through his hair. Humming out against your body, Negan’s tongue circled your sensitive bundle of nerves and it had your heart hammering inside of your chest. Biting down on your bottom lip, you couldn’t take your eyes off him while he pleasured you. The short stubble of his beard added to the friction against your flesh and you were addicted to the feeling. Involuntarily, your hips rocked against him very much enjoying the way it felt having him kissing, suckling and licking at your flesh.

“Good?” Negan leaned back with a wet sound, dragging his tongue out across his lips releasing a moan himself at the way you tasted. You couldn’t form words. That was pretty much impossible, so you gave him another nod. It made him smile before lowering back down to continue what he was doing. The amount of pressure he was using with his mouth had your heart hammering inside of your chest and you dropped your head back. Your thighs were shaking against Negan and you felt him reaching for your hands to hook his fingers with yours. Moaning out, your eyes slammed shut. The sound of Negan groaning against your flesh added to the sensation with you shaking further against him. Squeezing tighter at Negan’s fingers, you couldn’t believe how good it actually felt. “That’s it.”

Lifting your head, your breathing was broken with the room spinning around you. Negan had just brought you to your first orgasm and it was incredible. Breath taking. But he wasn’t done. His right hand pulled from yours, his fingers tracing lines from your entrance to your clit before back again. Teasing his fingertips at your entrance, Negan lifted his eyes up to watch you when his index finger sank into you. Just like everything else, this was slow drawing you to coo out and moan out his name. His eyelids grew heavy with want, his lips parting and a muscle flexing in his jaw with how tight you were from this alone. Starting off slow, he started to finger you watching your every reaction to it. Whining out when he added a second finger made him moan before he lowered his head again to start suckling at your clit to add to the sensation of him fingering you.

Flicks of his tongue had your hips rocking against him and the steady pace of his fingers thrusting into you felt like nothing you had ever experienced before. This was amazing and you loved every bit of it. The sounds he was drawing out from within you were loud and seemed to make him moan against your sensitive flesh while he pleasured you. You didn’t know if you should be embarrassed from how loud you were being, but he didn’t seem to mind.

There was a certain spot inside of you that as soon as Negan kept caressing at it with his fingertips, it had you a shaking mess beneath him. Once you started reacting a certain way? Negan picked up on it immediately and continued at the same tempo he had set with his fingers. Switching between suckling and licking at your clit.

“Negan, I feel like I’m going to…” before you could say anything else, your hips shakily pulled up and away from him. Groaning out, Negan still kept his fingers wrapped around your thighs while you tremored against him. Your heart felt like it was about to pound right out of your chest. It was the closest you felt to passing out with your thighs tremoring. “I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Negan snickered, trailing kisses up over your inner thigh and toward your hip when he crawled back in over you. “That’s supposed to happen. It’s a sign of a job well done. Not every man can make you do that and not every woman has that kind of orgasm.”

“Fuck,” you lifted your head to look between the two of you trying to catch your breath. “That was amazing.”

“I know,” Negan nipped at your jawline, leaving tiny bites along your flesh. Grabbing a faint hold of your neck, Negan tipped your head back and it made you wince. The next bite he placed over your neck would leave a mark but you didn’t care considering you wanted to be his. And if you had something that proved it? Even better.

“I want you,” you panted with him tipping his head back to stare out at you. “I’ve never wanted something more.”

Lazily getting up to his knees, Negan held his hands out in the air and it made your throat go dry. His breathing was strong, showing the lines of his abdomen. Your attention fell to the v-line over his hips that led to the top of his black boxer briefs and it made your mouth water at the sight of him.

“Then have me,” Negan offered, his hazel eyes watching you closely when you lifted up on your hands. It was hard because you were still shaking pretty much everywhere. Caressing up over his sides, you started to pepper kisses at his lower abdomen appreciating that he stroked at the back of your head while you kissed over his slender form. Curling your fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, you pulled softly at it. Not wanting to rush, your lips followed the movement of the material down over his body which had him moaning out. When you reached the base of his cock, you tipped your head back and stared up at him. With his free hand, he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip. Giving a final tug had his boxer briefs pulling to his thighs with his erection bouncing free from behind the constrictive material.

“Fuck,” you leaned further back to gaze over Negan’s length, stealing a look up at him. “I thought you said you were average, not big.”

“I never said that,” Negan slurred, dropping his free hand to stroke at his rigid length letting out a tense breath. “I said it didn’t make sense for you to want to have a big dick for your first time. I thought that might have been the only reason you picked me. Now I know otherwise. Don’t let it scare you. I wouldn’t hurt you. It’s above average, but I know what I’m doing.”

Shakily reaching out, your hand replaced his to stroke at his member in slow, unhurried movements. It had his head dropping back, the vein at the side of his neck slightly bulging and you smiled, “It’s thick.”

“I know,” Negan commented, lowering his head back down to sweep his thumb over your jawline. There was an amused expression over his features when a big, toothy smile pressed in over his lips. Taking initiative, you got up on your knees and heard his breathing grow uneven. At first, you pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses at his hips until bringing your lips to the base of Negan’s cock to start there. Peppering kisses down the length of his shaft toward the tip had him bouncing his hips forward toward you. “You’re just jumping in?”

“You’ll let me know if you don’t like something,” you breathed against his sensitive flesh having him shake against you with the way your words vibrated against his cock. Flattening your tongue out against his flesh, you licked at his body like he was your own personal lollipop and his moans were glorious. You traced at the prominent veins, circled the ridges over the tip and started to kiss at the underside where the head and the shaft met.

“That’s good,” Negan groaned, his fingers cradling the back of your head when you dropped your head back to look up at him. “Are you okay with this?”

“Very much so,” you whispered licking your lips when Negan firmly curled his fingers around his girthy length to bring the tip to your wet lips. First, you started to kiss at the tip eliciting the tiniest of moans from Negan’s throat, but you loved the way it sounded. Each caress of your mouth over his manhood grew wetter until you finally took him between your lips. Lapping at the tip had him sucking in sharp breaths of air, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat.

“Fuck,” he hissed out allowing you to take your time with things since this was all new for you. Once you started to lower your head down taking his length further into your mouth, he helped aid your movements. They were slow at first. Wanting to experience this in the best of ways, you did what seemed to have Negan moaning out. Those were what had this whole thing worth it. You had the leader of The Sanctuary in the palm of your hand dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock when you’d pull your head back before dropping forward again. Wet sounds filled the air with you pleasuring him, leaving you thankful that he was there to help your movements. “Okay…you have to stop…”

With a wet popping sound he had you pull your mouth from him. Negan was panting, his head shaking when he started to wiggle out of the material of his boxer briefs. Kicking out of them, Negan gave you a look with your lips wet and your eyes full of lust and want, “I’m going to come if you keep giving me a blowjob and who knows if I can make this good for you.”

Nodding your head, you allowed him to lead you back against the bed with a nervous sound when Negan moved in over you. Looking between the two of you, you stole another look at Negan’s cock and it made you breathless, “Don’t overthink it.”

Dropping his hand between your thighs again, you felt his fingers pushing back inside of you working to have you relax. Hovering his lips over yours, Negan wanted to make sure that you were focused on him and not the act.

“You’re so wet that we aren’t going to have a problem,” he insisted pulling his fingers from your body. Mewling out at the loss of contact, Negan brought his fingers up to lick at the tips of them before starting to stroke at his cock again. The warmth of his body pressed against yours felt amazing. You could hardly catch your breath with Negan’s eyes locked on yours. “Just let me know if you want me to stop.”

Bracing his weight on his left hand, Negan pressed his forehead to yours. Pressing his hips forward, he led his tip to your entrance and it had you sucking in a sharp breath of air, “It’s not going to feel great at first, but I’ll take my time, okay? I know it’s thick, so we’re not gonna rush it.”

The tip was nestled at your entrance with Negan holding back as much as he could from just going forward with everything. Pushing forward, Negan focused on you when the bulbous tip pressed at your tight hole. It had your lips parting, your eyebrows tensing and when he did get the tip in the both of you moaned in unison. Looking for your hand, Negan hooked his fingers with yours and pressed it to the bed keeping his weight braced on his left arm. Watching so intensely had Negan swallowing down hard when he slowly moved a little more allowing you to take more of him.

The sensation was new, slightly uncomfortable with the fullness that you were feeling as he pushed forward just a small bit more, “Negan…”

“It’s okay,” he hushed you, hovering his lips over yours. The lines in his forehead growing when he stole a quick look between you but forced himself to look up. “Fucking fuck…”

“Please,” you whined wondering if the agonizingly slow movements were really delaying the inevitable. Giving you a nod, he rolled his hips in closer to you sinking a significant amount of himself into your sex. Your tight walls clung to him and a raspy moan escaped his lips. Holding tightly to Negan, you buried your nose against the side of his neck and kissed there. Right now it really was just a full, stretching feeling, but knowing that it was Negan inside of you made it worth the slight amount of pain. “It’s okay.”

“Yeah?” Negan tipped his head back, wanting to keep his eyes on yours when he filled you completely. It had your head tipping back into the pillows and he shakily released your hand. Palming in over the side of your face, Negan laid over you and you noticed that he seemed incredibly focused as well. With a moan, his long eyelashes fluttered to a close and he cussed under his breath. “I’m trying so hard to make this perfect for you.”

“It is,” you assured him, brushing your fingers through his dark hair appreciating that he was focused solely on you.

“You’re so fucking tight and I don’t…” Negan pressed his forehead to yours, stroking his thumb over your jawline. Gathering himself, Negan brought your lips together in a lingering kiss that had you eagerly meeting him. Each caress had you relaxing beneath him and when his hips pulled back, you were almost worried that he was going to leave, but you whimpered when he slowly pushed his hips back up toward you. It had you clinging to him, hooking your arms around his shoulders. It seemed like he wanted to desperately keep kissing you through this, his hips gradually building speed with every thrust he made inside of you. Your nails bit at his shoulders having him dropping his head back, his eyes closing tightly when he moaned. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good.”

Leading him back to your mouth, the two of you kissed with winces starting to fall from your lips when the strength of his thrusts started to grow. Pressing his right hand between the two of you, Negan’s fingers connected with your clit caressing at your body in tempo with his thrusts. That extra added stimulation had you moaning out against his lips. That was when things started to feel better. You still felt full, but it started feeling exceedingly better with your hips arching up to meet every single one of his thrusts. Whimpering against his lips, you started to feel a fire burning at your belly but Negan was quick to cover your mouth with kisses again.

“Negan,” you whined noticing that you were starting to tremor beneath him. Smacking up harder against you, every plunge of Negan’s cock into your warmth had you crying out at the side of his neck. Kissing at his neck, you gasped when you clung to Negan as he undoubtedly got you to another orgasm. Pausing his movements, Negan’s moans were raspy with your tight walls contracting and relaxing around his body. Pulling his hips back and away from you allowed his cock to pull from you fully for the first time and you whimpered. It didn’t feel right not having him inside of you, but Negan laid in beside you helping you turn to face him. Bringing your bodies closer together, your legs tangled to. Negan’s hands settled at your sides helping to bring your thigh up over his hip.

“You feel okay?” Negan confirmed with you, his left hand sliding up over your side toward your neck to get you to look at him.

With a smile you nodded, reaching between you to curl your fingers loosely around Negan’s girthy length to stroke at it. Lifting your hips enough, you led his cock to your entrance again lowering them once you felt comfortable enough. A muscle in Negan’s jaw flexed, his lips parting to release a moan when you took him into you with a fluid movement.

Wrapping your arm around his shoulders, you cried out with him kissing at the side of your neck, his palm lowering to caress at your ass. His hips started rolling up toward yours and you pressed in closer to him. In this position, your movements weren’t as even, but it still felt good being wrapped up in his arms. The skin-to-skin contact felt amazing.

“Negan,” you purred out his name with his fingers curling around your neck giving it a tiny squeeze. His eyelids were heavy with lust, his moans matching yours with your movements.

“Who do you belong to?” Negan slurred, nipping at your jawline. It had you wincing, but you liked the way he held onto you.

“Negan,” you said what you knew he wanted and it made him smile. Pushing at his chest hard enough got him to roll onto his back when you took your time to crawl in over him. You wasted no time in reaching between the two of you to lead him back inside of you and the moan he let out was so sexy that it had chills running down your spine.

“I don’t know how much longer I’ll last,” Negan informed you, his hands settling at your hips with you getting more comfortable over him. Rocking forward, you raised your hips up to the tip and then lowered back down. Testing your positioning and the speeds, you found what felt the best. Doing your best to rock over his erection in more confident movements. His hands caressed up over your back and toward your breasts palming at them while you bounced yourself over his body. “Fuck…”

“Do you like the way my tight virgin pussy feels?” hearing you say that elicited the best moan from Negan thus far showing that he liked you dirty talking with him. Pulling himself into a seated position, he wrapped his arms around you helping you to roll your hips over his length.

“So fucking much,” Negan slurred against your lips between wet kisses that you were both frantic to have. Winces fell from both your throats. Having Negan angle your body a different way had that same familiar feeling he had drawn out from inside of you earlier when he was fingering you. Wanting to have that feeling again, you put forth more strength with him biting at your bottom lip giving it a tiny tug. “Go on honey. Do it for daddy.”

Negan’s right hand fell to your lower back, his left hand curling around the back of your neck while you firmly rocked your hips to his. Whimpering out, you pulled your hips from his and heard him moaning out when his cock pulled from your body. It was another earth-shattering orgasm, that was short lived when he rolled you back over onto your back. Smacking his hips forward against yours, Negan’s thrusts were fast and you knew that he was searching for that same kind of release.

Hooking your arms around him, your hands pawed at his back when he pressed his forehead to yours and his movements started to falter. Winces fell from his parted lips, the throbbing of his cock inside of you alerting you that he was reaching his orgasm. It was a strange feeling, but you clung to him wanting him to be close to you.

“Fucking hell,” Negan panted, lowering in over you. Small movements of his hips continued until he groaned against your lips. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you snickered, stroking your fingers through his wet hair. Lifting his head, Negan’s hazel eyes looked worried and you dragged your hand down over the side of his face. “That was perfect.”

“I could have lasted longer,” Negan admitted, his brow line creasing. “I just haven’t been with a lot of virgins. And I was rock hard for a long time before we started…”

“It felt like a good length to me,” you were weak, enjoying the weight of him over you. Everything was sore, but from the orgasms that he gave you, you were more than happy.

“It wasn’t as long as you think it was,” Negan snickered, lifting up to meet your lips in a passionate sweep. Pressing his forehead to yours again, Negan smiled and shook his head. “So you’re happy?”

“Very,” you assured him, caressing your fingers over his freckle covered shoulders.

“That’s all that matters,” Negan hummed, adjusting his hips while he grew soft inside of you. “I uh…I haven’t slept with a lot of virgins. I was afraid of hurting you.”

“I mean I hurt,” you confessed, looking between the two of you and he did the same. “But I wouldn’t turn down this hurt if it was offered again.”

“You’ve already been through the worst of it,” Negan stammered, his hand palming in over the side of your face with his thumb sweeping against your cheek. “It won’t hurt like that again unless you’re with an asshole who is intending to hurt you.”

“As I said,” you whispered, stroking your fingers through Negan’s wet hair having his eyes connecting with yours. “I belong to you. I don’t want anyone else.”

“I don’t want you to want anyone else either,” Negan confessed, his words vibrating against your lips when he cuddled in closer to you.

“Then we will have to find a way to make it work,” you announced wondering what the hell was going to happen from here on out. Negan explained to you why he didn’t want you to be a wife. But now you knew that you were addicted to him and you wanted to be endlessly his from here on out. And nothing would change that.

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lathalea · 1 year ago

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The Arrival

Yes, my beloved readers, it's time for another Thorin fic from yours truly!

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader/OC (pick one) Rating: G Warnings: none Author's notes: Thorin and his Company have reclaimed Erebor and started rebuilding their kingdom. Everything seems fine except for the fact that the King Under The Mountain is eagerly awaiting the arrival of someone very dear to him... Also, I want to apologise to Peter Jackson for stealing some lines from An Unexpected Journey and J.R.R. Tolkien for appropriating and rephrasing one sentence from The Lord of The Rings. I'm a hopeless romantic, what can I say? You can find this fic on AO3. For @legolasbadass 💙💙💙

Khuzdul: Iglishmêk - dwarven sign language Kurdelê - my heart Lukhdelê - my light of all lights

The King Under the Mountain, Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór, the second of his name, also known as Thorin Oakenshield, the king of Durin’s folk, was not a patient Dwarf—and yet he waited. He had been standing on the main terrace above the Great Gate of Erebor since the moment when the first rays of the morning sun gilded the distant peaks of the Iron Hills. His eyes, however, were turned towards the west, where the jagged tops of the Misty Mountains grazed against the pink sky. As he took a deep breath, fresh spring air filled his lungs. It was his—and his people’s—first spring in Erebor since it was reclaimed. The winter after the Battle of Five Armies passed in a blink of an eye. The kingdom was being rebuilt and prepared for the returning Dwarves, food stores had to be replenished, new trade agreements had to be signed… but among all those duties, something else kept Thorin awake until late on many a night. His memories.

The memory of a pair of hands gently resting on his shoulders as he sat behind his desk, and the sweet timbre of the voice that went with it, “Come, Kurdelê, it is time we reposed for the night, those reports can wait until the morning.”

The memory of those soft, sweet lips pressing innocently against his cheek and murmuring something scandalously indecent into his ear.

The memory of how her body felt in his lap, his arms around her waist, her arms around his neck, her forehead pressed against his, her silver laughter as she pretended to scold his rash behaviour, so unbecoming of a king.

The memory of her bare skin in candlelight.

But there were other memories, too. Their lengthy late-night conversations about anything and everything. Their secret escapades to the market, or to an inn, dressed as common folk, pretending to be a couple of travelling merchants. Their wanderings through the Blue Mountains in search of the best view of the sea in the west (his choice) and the most beautiful flower glades (her choice).

During the lengthy council meetings he had to hold almost daily in Erebor, he would recall how much her presence changed the dynamics of similar gatherings back in the Blue Mountains. Her reasoning was swift, and her no-nonsense approach to the matters of state made even the most ancient council members nod in approval. Even now, he would—out of habit—turn to his right, wishing to discuss a matter with her or ask for her insight. But she was not there, and so he would give out a dissatisfied grunt and return to the matter at hand.

He knew that the only thing he had to do was wait, and he abhorred it. But there was nothing to be done. No sane person would risk crossing the Misty Mountains in the middle of winter. Now, however, the spring came into its own right. And he sent his best men to the High Pass to oversee the approach of the first dwarven caravan from Eriador. It was supposed to bring the first group of his people returning home, merchants, masters of craft, their families and belongings… and her. The whole Erebor was waiting for the arrival of their kin—the symbol of a new beginning for the Mountain and its dwellers. Many eyes turned to the west, counting the days, making wagers, discussing the route the waggons must have taken, and the current road conditions. It seemed that in those days, only one topic existed: the caravan.

But Thorin could only think of her lovely hand in his. Of her kindred touch.

As soon as a raven brought word from the caravan, reporting that they have succesfully crossed the mountains, he could not stop himself from looking to the west, and hoping.

This was the fifth day he spent on the terrace, waiting for any signs of the caravan’s approach.

On the first day, Gloin waited with him in hopes of seeing his wife and son, but was called away due to some issue in the treasure chamber. Thorin stayed, cursing the enchanted forest (and its haughty king, for good measure) for daring to obscure his view. Sadly, neither the forest nor its king moved out of the way.

On the second day, Dwalin asked Thorin whether he was growing mawkish in his dotage, staring at the edge of Mirkwood like a lovesick whelp—a question he had to take back on the training grounds.

On the third day, Dori asked whether Thorin would rather wait inside, on account of that nasty rain, and drink some warm tea with honey. No, said Thorin, he would not. And that envoy from the Iron Hills could join him there, on the terrace, by the way.

On the fourth day, Nori, Bifur and Bofur kept Thorin company, amusing him—and themselves in equal measure—with the latest gossip straight from the taverns of Erebor (all two of them, for now). He had no idea that several hundreds of dwarves, mostly newcomers from the Iron Hills and the White Mountains, could wreak such havoc. And marry so swiftly and in such numbers. Spring was truly in the air.

Now, on the fifth day, he stood alone, and waited. Roac was circling the Long Lake below, giving out a single caw from time to time, “Still nothing.”

And then, a hunting horn rang out in the air. Thorin knew its sound all too well.

“Balin!” he exclaimed to his friend who sat in the hall beyond the terrace. “Sound the alarm!”

The elderly dwarf raised his head from above a piece of parchment, slightly puzzled.

“Call out the guard,” Thorin insisted, feeling his impatience take the better of him. “Do it now!

“What is it?” Balin rose from his seat, his scroll forgotten.

“The caravan!” Thorin gestured excitedly—perhaps a tad too excitedly for a Dwarf of his stature—towards Mirkwood, where a long line of waggons started emerging from the forest. “They will be here soon!”

She will be here soon.

Over a year passed since the last time he held her in his arms, since he braided the silky dark waves of her hair, and since he looked into the brilliant, wise eyes of the woman he loved. To him, it felt like an eternity, and in that very moment, as he hurried down the stairs that led towards the Great Gate, he made a solemn promise to himself.

When the caravan arrived, most of the Dwarves were already gathered outside of the mountain. The guards held their heads high, presenting their weapons in an honorary salute, not leaving their posts, but even they cast curious glances at the newly arrived, trying to find familiar faces in the crowd. Thorin smirked at his thoughts. They looked as impatient as their king.

He knew the protocol of such meetings like the back of his hand, requiring him to stand by the gate, look regally, and welcome the newcomers to their new—old—home. His resolve wavered, however, when he saw a familiar figure clad in a green, fur-lined gown getting down a waggon, helped by one of the guardsmen. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. Without thinking, he took a step forward, and then stopped, recalling who he was and what he was expected to do. He was also not allowed to leave his post, just like his guards. Instead, he observed from a distance, admiring the way the waves of her hair fell down her shoulders as she looked around, perhaps slightly disoriented, taking in the surroundings. Thorin saw the exact moments when her gaze rested on the mossy stone shaped by his ancestors into statues of warrior kings. Then her gaze moved down, focusing on the green marble of the Great Gate. Her eyes widened, her lips formed an “O” and then moved, she spoke something, but her words were lost in all the commotion. In that very moment, she reminded him of that bright-eyed maiden he had met for the first time in a mountain meadow half a world away; the maiden who laughed at his abysmal jokes, who fit so well in his arms when they danced, and who accepted his awkward courting efforts. The time that passed between then and now did not take away her ability to wonder and enjoy the world around her. She endured so many hardships on the way from the Blue Mountains to Erebor, so many cold nights on the road, faced so many dangers, and yet she never wavered in her decision to leave the Blue Mountains behind to be with him and their people. Now, she was finally here and, at last, he felt complete. Being able to see his own kingdom—their kingdom—through her eyes, and to see how amazed she was at the view, was a reward on its own.

Thorin could not stop himself from smiling when her eyes finally met his.

“Welcome home, my…” he began signing in iglishmêk, in that discreet way they often did on official occasions when the eyes of many would rest on them.

A light flush bloomed on her cheeks, she responded with a smile, and began walking towards him, oblivious of her escort and the joyous crowd around her, forgetting about the protocol, moving faster and faster, a giggle escaping her lips, her braids danced in the wind, her cloak flowed behind her, and…

“Thorin!” she called him in that melodious voice of hers, and there were diamonds in her eyes, or perhaps it was only his vision that suddenly turned very blurry, and he opened her arms, and thought “the Abyss take the protocol!”, and he rushed towards her, ignoring Balin clearing his throat in embarrassment, because she was finally here, and he had waited long enough—and they finally met halfway.

He wrapped his arms around her and felt her pressing into him, and there was laughter, and more tears in their eyes, the diamonds of happiness, those most precious among gems, and he was finally able to finish that sentence.

“Welcome home, my wife,” he rasped out, pressing his forehead against her, breathing in her familiar flowery scent, the one he adored so much. This was her, finally her, in his arms, and only she mattered in this very moment, not the crowd cheering around them, witnessing this moment of tenderness between their ruling couple, not even his kingdom, nor the world around them—now, it was only her.

“I missed you, my love,” she murmured, holding tight onto him, as if she wanted to make sure he would not disappear, and a wave of warmth washed over him. “I can’t believe I’m finally here, with you, after all those months…”

“Neither can I,” he agreed, cupping her cheek tenderly and eliciting a small sigh from her. “It was much too long, Lukhdelê.”

“Aye, it was,” she nodded, her eyes searching his face, as if learning it anew.

“I made a promise to myself,” Thorin continued. “Never again.”

“Oh?” she tilted her head in that alluring way of hers, and he had to suppress the improper urge to kiss her passionately in front of his people.

“Never again shall we part for so long. I crave you by my side, my heart,” he stated, bringing her hand to his lips.

“Then I will be looking forward to you upholding the promise,” she graced him with a teasing smile that made his blood run faster. “We have been apart indeed for too long, and so were our people. I believe it is time for us to work on improving their morale, would you not agree, my king?”

“Your wish is my command, my queen,” he agreed and took her in his arms again, and then their lips met. Sweetness intermingled with warmth, tenderness fueled the fire inside them, and he cared not that they stood in front of the gate in the sight of many.

After all, who cares about protocol when you have to properly welcome your wife home?

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swiss-mrs · 11 months ago

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#WEIRD☆GIRL

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Rating: PG-13, Adult Language and Themes, All Characters are 18+

Reader/OC Description: Reader/OC is Afro-Latina. She has long, dyed black hair that is worn straight with baby bangs and shaved brows. She is an alt baddie and would've definitely ruled MySpace. Body shape/type is not detailed. No Use of Y/N.

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Synopsis: One day, while Dave and Todd are out, they pass by a park void of screaming kids. Instead, the park is taken up by a group of what looks to be a mix of teenagers and young adults. Passing by the loud group, the boys can't help but stare, mixing Dave up with a girl more socially unacceptable than him.

Warnings(?): Adult Language, Sexual Themes (No Smut, Just Horny Boy Thoughts), Catcalling (Potentially Triggering Language)

This is written in third person but mainly narrated from Dave's view.

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"I can't believe they had it!" Todd exclaims, gripping the plastic bag in his hand tight. Dave nods, gripping his backpack straps.

"Yeah, we need to start coming here more often. They have everything. We gotta bring Marty with us when he gets back."

Today marked the first day of the boys' last Spring Break. Marty was out of town on a trip to Florida with his family, so this cut down the trio to a duo, Dave and Todd. The two were currently walking along a street on the other side of town than their usual hangout. Todd found a new comic and video game store, and he and Dave figured they'd check it out.

"I can't wait to read it."

"Remember, no spoilers until I pick up my edition too." Dave replied. As they round a corner to get to their bus stop, they are greeted with the sight of a large clearing between buildings.

On the closest side to the boys was a skate park. It had a decent amount of skaters occupying it, echoes of skateboards landing against concrete traveling throughout the park. As the boys walked passed, they could hear the sound of music. The further they walk, the closer the music gets.

The current song that was playing was what Dave imagined rugged bikers with dark sunglasses and handlebar mustaches listened to. Scary and intimidating. It was muddy and grungy and punk and metal? He wasn't well versed enough to really know how to label its genre. Just as one song came to an end, another just like it followed.

He and Todd were both staring at the group surrounding the picnic table that held the speaker. Each one was different from the next, but they all had a similar dark and grungy style.

Something that immediately caught his eye was a black haired girl who took two big steps to get atop the picnic table. As the new song began to pick up, she got into a matching character. As she winded her hips and lip sang to the lyrics, Dave was completely entranced by her. "Woah..."

"Yeah…" Todd absently replies.

Her unnaturally dark hair cascaded down her shoulders and around the curve of her breasts. Her bangs reminded Dave of a toddler who decided to experiment with scissors. They were far too short to be considered "normal", but, Jesus, did she pull them off well.

She had two bows on the sides of her head, one purple and the other an off-white cream color. She wore a black, short sleeve crop top with red writing on it, something Dave couldn't really read clearly from this distance. She had knitted, fingerless gloves on each hand that nearly blended in with her skin tone. Dave's eyes continued to work their way down her legs, finding her thighs covered with light pink, sheer lace shorts that stopped mid thigh. The only thing keeping her "appropriate" were homemade, cut-off jean short shorts.

Dave couldn't help himself; he was captivated. He's never seen anyone dressed like she was, at least not in real life. It was like she stepped right out of an anime. She was incredibly unique. How was she able to pull that off so well?

Dave's eyes wandered down further to get a full view of her exposed, dancing legs. He couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to touch them.

She swiveled her hips in circles as she began to spin and whip her hair to the beat. Dave had this opportunity to move his eyes up, getting a perfect view of her butt, his body lighting up as his heart raced.

She had made a full turn, stopping in the direction of the two boys, catching their stares. Todd immediately turns his head to try and seem captivated by the clouds above, but Dave is not as quick to notice.

"Dave." Todd mumbles, eyes dodging the girl's gaze, darting back and forth from his friend, the ground, and a very (not-so) interesting brick building behind the park. "Dave." Todd repeats, elbowing Dave in the side, finally snapping him out of his hypnosis.

"Ouch!" Dave yelps in surprise, turning to Todd who is looking at him wide eyed, trying to send him a message. Dave looks away from his friend and back to the table dancer. She was staring right at him with squinted eyes. They seem to make eye contact for a solid second before she abruptly lifts a hand to her forehead. She held up her pointer and pinky fingers. The 'rock and roll' symbol she held against her head imitated horns as scrunched her nose, sticking her tongue out like a child. The action shocked Dave, but he couldn't help but find her oddly adorable.

Todd is quick to snatch the handle at the top of Dave's backpack and drag him away to their bus stop at the end of the street. The ride home was a pretty quiet one after that.

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Two weeks have passed since he'd first seen the strange girl. Every spare chance he got during spring break was spent taking advantage of his vigilante skills for the wrong reasons. He had secretly visited that park numerous times, watching his girl and her friend group from afar. He knew that stalking was not how he should've gone about this, but he also didn't see walking straight up to her and introducing himself as an option either.

Something was definitely wrong with him. There is no good reason for him to know where she lives, but he convinced himself it was just to ensure she got home safe. Tonight only enforced that thought.

Usually she would walk home with at least one friend for good measure, but for some unknown reason to Dave, she walked alone.

Today, she had on an extra baggy hoodie. One that he came to know as one of her favorites. It reached the tops of her bare thighs, the hem of her mini skirt just visible below. She wore leg warmers that matched the color of her hoodie and worn combat boots. She had a small backpack that looked like wings on her back, decked out in pins of all kinds. The oversized hood was perched on top of her head.

She was always good about checking her surroundings and looking over her shoulder when walking alone, but this wasn't a matter of a sneak attack.

Dave watched as an older man stepped out in front of his strange girl. Dave couldn't hear the exact dialog due to their distance and the passing people and cars, but he for sure knew that whatever was being said was not welcomed.

"No. Thank you. I'd rather be left alone." Dave heard that loud and clear, so why did this creepy guy not take the hint and leave?

The man abruptly reached for her arm, and gripped it tight. Dave took off in a sprint.

"Get your hands off me, asshole!"

"Don't be a fucking tease-"

"Hey!" Dave cut the guy off, running up behind her. "Didn't you hear what she said, creep? Let her go!" He said firmly. Both the creepy guy and the girl's eyes look over to Dave, both of them giving him a once over. Her eyes were full of confusion, one thinly drawn brow raised. The man scoffed at the kid.

"What the fuck is this?" he shoots back. Dave squares his shoulders and raises his masked chin. "How about you mind your fucking business, princess, before you get hurt." the man follows up, making fun of Dave's costume.

"Let. Her. Go." Dave repeats sternly. The guy laughs in his face.

"Or what, leotard?" Dave follows up by removing the batons from behind his back. He points one at the man.

"Or else I'll have to beat you until you let go?" He says confidently. The girl cringes, that was not nearly as intimidating as he thought it was. The guy laughs again, flicking out a pocket knife. The two men stood there in a stare down. Their pause gave the girl a chance to yank her arm from the man's grasp, simultaneously using her other hand to whip out a pink taser decorated like a mini Gameboy. She shoves the sparked end into the side of the creep's neck, causing him to twitch and spasm. She holds it there until the man falls to the ground twitching, presumably unconscious. She takes her booted foot and jumps into a hard kick to the man's side.

"Fuck you, dipass!" Dave stands there shocked. The girl's gaze switches to face him. He lifts his hands in surrender and slowly puts his batons back. The girl takes one big step closer to Dave. He jumps back, but she is quick to grab one of his hands and begin dragging him down the route of towards her apartment.

They walk a couple blocks and round a corner in silence before she stops abruptly and turns to Dave. He stands there staring, absolutely shell shocked. "Who are you and what do you think you're doing!?" She asks, putting two hands on her hips and resting her weight on one side.

"Uh-" Dave stutters. The girl raises her brows expectantly. "I, uh- I was trying to help you." The girl's brows draw together as she squints.

"Thank you, but, to be honest, you didn't really do much, and that only answered one of my questions."

"Uh, I'm, uh- The name's KickAss." The girl stares at him in disbelief for a good five seconds, searching his eyes for any sense of a joke.

When she doesn't find anything, she lets out a "pfft" and giggles. "You're joking, right?" She raises her brows with a grin.

"Uh, no. I'm not…" Dave's eyes look everywhere but at her.

"I-," giggle, "I'm sorry." Another giggle, " I don't mean to be rude, but KickAss?" Dave smiles nervously, instinctual reaching for the back of his head. "You really need a rebranding, my guy." She says, an amused smile still playing on her lips. Her eyes didn't hold any malice or judgement, just intrigue.

"Yeah, well, I'm obviously not that creative." He laughs nervously. Dave looks back to her, finally getting a proper look at her up close. She's smiling… at him. God, he was going to faint.

"Jesus, your eyes." She says suddenly, catching Dave off guard. "They're gorgeous, my god." She huffs a short laugh, staring into his eyes. Dave can't keep eye contact for long, completely flustered. He thanked the powers that be that he had a mask on at this very moment. He was sure he was as red as ever.

"Thank you." He looks down. "You, uh, your eyes are beautiful, too." He says sheepishly. She laughs, shaking her head.

"Oh, please. They're just a normal, old brown. Nothing compared to your stunners. Wow." She throws back at him. "Well, I appreciate you stepping in, KickAss." She thanks, putting emphasis on his 'name'.

"No problem. You seem to have it handled without me." His illusion of 'stalking for protection' ruined.

"Nonsense! Thankfully, I didn't need you to start a fight this time. The fact that you even stepped in at all when you saw something means a lot, so thank you." She clasps her hands in front of her, swaying side to side.

"Can I walk you the rest of the way?" He asks. She shakes her head.

"As sweet as that is, no, thank you. I don't quite know how I feel about masked men knowing where I live." She teases. "Plus, it's not much further. I'll be okay." She smiles at him, again. Dave can't decide if he wishes she'd stop looking at him or if he wishes she'd keep her gaze on him forever. She begins walking away, "Thanks, again! See you around!" She shouts behind her, turning another corner.

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Two months have passed. Shortly after their first, up close, encounter, Dave made it a point to walk her home every chance he got, always when she was alone. Well, not every time. She started to get suspicious as to how he always knew when she was walking alone. "Are you following me?" She'd ask, Dave giving an unconvincing 'pfft' and a 'no', causing her to roll her eyes. After that, he made sure to space out their walks but still following her from a distance. It's now nearing the end of June, and his graduation date is only a couple weeks out.

This night was a first. She invited Dave in. His eyes widened in shock, "Yeah, sure!" He said a little too enthusiastically, internally cringing at himself, but his awkwardness only caused her to giggle.

She nods, "Okay. My brother is home, so you'll have to sneak in. I'll go in first. Just turn the corner," she points, "and use the fire escape ladder to get to the fourth window up. My window has a collection of ninja turtle action figures on the sill." Dave opens his mouth to say something, but she continues, "Wait there until I come in. I just have to let my brother know I'm home first, then I can disappear into my room." Dave sits his mouth and nods. "Okay, I'll see you up there!" She smiles, jogging into the building.

Dave watches her jog up the stairs until he can't see her anymore. He then makes his way around the building and, as instructed, climbs up the fire escape. He gets to her window with ease. Through the parted curtains, he could see into her dark room. The light in the hallway provided little to illuminate the room from the bottom of the closed door, but thanks to the setting sun, Dave could clearly see the four little trinkets on her windowsill. It made him smile. She was a little nerdy, too.

"Ok, I'll order the pizza!" Before Dave could analyze her room any further, she bursts through the door, tossing her bag on the floor. She turns, closing and locking the door before running up to the window. She throws the curtains open and slides up the window, smiling brightly at him. "Hola."

"Buenas Noches, señorita." Dave says, again cringing at his choice of words, getting a laugh out of her.

"Vamos." She says, stepping aside. He climbs through the window, trying his best to avoid disrupting the figures. "You up for pizza?" She asks once he's fully inside.

Dave nods, looking around at her room. "Yeah, sure."

She smiles up at him, gesturing to her room, "Bienvenido a mi casa." She says dramatically. "Make yourself at home, señor KickAss."

Dave chuckles at her, shaking his head. "Gracias." His accent is still strongly American, but four years of Spanish didn't make it the worst. He goes to sit on the plush bench at the end of her bed. He figured that was a safe bet. He wasn't on her bed, but he also wasn't awkwardly sitting at her desk in the corner of the room. It was a kind of middle ground. His eyes follow her as she goes over to her old school boombox, graffitied with stickers, and turns on some music, low enough for them to hear each other, but just loud enough to disguise their voices from any eavesdropping. "Do I need to worry about your brother?" He asks playfully, deep down a little nervous.

"No, he's playing video games with our cousins online. He can't hear a thing with his-"

"AHHH! NO MAMES WEY!" a scream can be heard, as if on queue, scaring the fuck out of Dave.

She rolls her eyes, continuing, "headphones on." She sits on her bed, crawling over to rest her bare legs on the empty cushion next to Dave. She grabs her laptop that was laying on the bed and opens it up. "What kind of pizza do you like?" She asks, typing away.

"Uh, whatever." He says, unsure.

"Well, guess we can't go wrong with half pepperoni and half cheese." She says, placing the order. "My brother is pretty boring when it comes to pizza." Another scream could be heard in the background, promoting another eyeroll. Dave chuckles a little, nodding.

He twiddles his thumbs before asking, "So, why did you invite me in?" The girl shrugs her shoulders, still typing and clicking away.

"I dunno. You've walked me home nearly everyday for the passed 2 months, and I've grown to trust you. Every time we part ways, I feel the urge to keep you around. I figured it was about time we hung out for more than just a few blocks." She closes her laptop hallway and sets it to the side. His heart flutters.

Dave looks at her stunned. "You want to hang out with me?" The girl squints at him.

"Um, yeeaaah. What kind of question is that?"

"I, uh- I mean- it's just- you know-..." He stutters. She giggles at him.

"What?"

"I mean, you're just so cool, and I'm, you know-"

She looks at him amused. "You're what? A cool vigilante guy who is sweet and funny and someone who should totally should give himself more credit." She bends her legs, nudging him softly with her knee. She scoots down the bed a little to sit closer to Dave, holding her knees to her chest. She uses her oversized sweatshirt to encompass her entire body. Dave looks at her with admiration, his heart racing again, before looking away from her and down at the bench below him. "I don't hear a 'Gracias' or a 'Tienes razón, mi hermosa. Eres muy inteligente y eres la mujer más bella del mundo. Gracias por todo, mi amor.'" She goes on.

Dave laughs, "Thank you. I don't know if you're right, but you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." Dave says boldly but still avoiding eye contact, looking down at his hands.

The girl's eyes widen, "You speak Spanish?" She looks horrified, embarrassed by the words of praise she tried to get him to say.

"A little." He twiddles his thumbs more, "I've been taking Spanish all throughout high school. I am no expert, but I can get around." He shrugs.

"Welp, that's embarrassing." the girl reaches up to tug hard on the strings of her hoodie, hiding her face in the fabric. Dave looks up and reaches for her hands.

"Que? No 'gracias'?" He teases, trying to get a look at her face. He has no clue what is coming over him, but he is becoming a bit more comfortable. His heart is still pounding, but seeing her get flustered brought his confidence up. She peers out from inside her hoodie. Her wide eyed look nearly floored him. He was forever grateful that he was already seated or else his knees would have buckled.

"Gracias,... señor KickAss." She says playfully, trying to make up for her embarrassment by joking off. He offers her a soft smile, melting her. It was now her turn to avoid his eyes. Her eyes make their way over to the stereo. "So… you're still in high school?" She asks, looking back to him, wearily.

He nods, "Y-Yeah, but not for long." He says quickly, the realization coming quick that they don't actually know each other's ages. "I graduate in like 2 weeks." Her nonexistent brows raise as she nods. "Are you?"

She shakes her head, "No, I tested out, got my diploma early. I couldn't be bothered with high school anymore." She shrugged. Dave's brows shot up. She really was smart. "It's just me and my brother. The earlier I got out of high school, the more time I had. It allowed me to help out with bills and whatever, get us a nicer place." She gestures to the room around her. "I mean, it may not seem like much, but trust me when I say it's a million times better than where we were." She then takes the time to look around and appreciate her surroundings.

Dave's look of admiration returns. "You're amazing." He blurts out. The girl's eyes find him, holding his eye contact, again with this wide eyed stare. She was gonna kill him. Her heart stopped when she looked in his eyes and found nothing but honesty and softness. She gives him a little smile. My god, Dave was literally going to pass out.

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Dave didn't seem to notice, but hours went by with them talking, eating pizza, and talking some more. It was now pitch black outside, and the only light in the room was coming from her bedside lamps and a flickering candle.

By now, both of them had made their way into the bed. Dave was laying on his back, watching the ceiling while she was laying on her stomach perched up on her elbow, watching him. They were currently both comfortably silent, the soft music still playing in the background. She guessed that her brother must have fallen asleep at his console by now, considering there weren't any more frustrating cries or exciting cheers heard from across the apartment. Dave is the first to interrupt the silence between them. "Would it be a terrible idea to take my mask off right now?"

The girl gasps dramatically, placing a hand on her chest, "and reveal your secret identity, Zorro?" She lets out a short laugh, this causes Dave to let out a tired smile.

"I'm being serious." There's a pause.

"Well…" the girl starts, "you know, once you do so, there's no going back. I'm not so much of a bitch that I'd ever expose you, but you know… it's a big step."

"Is it in the right direction?" he asks, turning his head to look over at her. They stare deeply into each other's eyes.

She sighs, "I'm sorry, babe, but that's a decision you'll have to make on your own." The pet name catches Dave off guard. He nods and sits up, causing the girl next to him to follow suit, twisting her body so she's cross crossed and facing him. Dave takes a deep breath and reaches for the back of his mask. Just as his gloved hands meet the fabric, he felt a smaller hand touch his. "Are you sure?... Absolutely positive?"

He doesn't move, "Positive." He replies. She lefts go of his hand and he pulls the mask forward and off his head. He kept his head down for a second, taking in a deep breath. He could feel her eyes staring at the side of his head.

He looks up and turns to her. They make eye contact for a good 3 second before her sleeve covered hands come flying up to her face, covering her eyes. "Oh my god!"

"Oh my god, what?!" Dave panics.

"You're hot!" She exclaims. Wow, did she really know how to throw Dave off. He watches her, shocked. "This feels wrong, oh my god!" She says, muffled by her sleeves. "I should not be seeing this right now." Dave smiles a little. How does she do this? She's just too cute.

He reaches up for her hands, "Well, like you said, there's no going back, babe." He says, pulling her hands down. Her eyes were squeezed shut, scrunching up her face in what Dave thought was the most adorable way. "Oh, don't be a baby. Open your eyes." He says. She squeezes them even harder just before opening them up, like ripping off a bandaid.

She lets out a sigh as her eyes roam over every feature. She takes a moment to just admire his face before giggling when her eyes make their way to his hair. "What?" Dave asked, this time not panicked, but amused.

She giggles some more, smiling wide. "Your hair is a mess." She says finally, biting her smile.

He rolls his eyes, "Yeah, I don't really do face reveals, so I didn't bother thinking of a way to properly tie my hair up under the mask."

She smiles at him softly, her eyes relaxed. She reaches up to touch his cheek. It's warm and a little sweaty from being stuck under a mask for the last several hours. They get lost in each other's eyes. Dave's jaw was slack, lips parted slightly. Her features still held her soft smile.

"I think I love you." Dave says abruptly, taking her aback.

"What?-"

"I just always feel so safe and comfortable around you, and I love how you're so unapologetically yourself, and you are always so kind and beautiful, and I can't help but find myself always thinking about you, and I'm always wondering if you're thinking about me to, which I hope you do, because I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I wasn't on your mind the way you're on mine, and ever since I saw you dancing on that picnic table when Todd and I were walking to the bus stop and you made that weird adorable little devil horn face thing, I knew I just had to know you, like I was drawn to you, and-"

"Wait, that was you?"

Dave ignores get question and continues rambling, "and I know we're just kids, but I can't think of a better way to live life than with you, and I want us to be together. I want to go to see your favorite scary movies with you, even though it confuses me as to why you still go to them when you say they always scar you, and I want to hold your hand and be there for you when you're scared. I want to go see those bands you always talk about in concert with you. I want to learn every lyric to every one of your favorite songs just to impress you when they come on. I want to hold you at night when you've had a bad day and don't know what to do with yourself. I want to keep you safe and always make sure you're happy. I want to be the reason you smile. I want to walk with you forever, stay by your side. I want to fall asleep beside you every night and wake up to you every morning, and I want nothing more than to hear you say you love me and tell me you love me the same way I love you, and I-"

"Dave, shut up!" She says with a smile, her eyes glistening. "Breathe." They both take a deep breath together. "If you keep going, you'll turn blue." They share a small laugh. "Can I kiss you?" She asks.

Without responding, Dave dives forward and kisses her full force. They deepen the kiss, her other hand reaching up to caress his other cheek, his hands resting on the bed, one on each side of her knees.

Without breaking the kiss, Dave moves to readjust. He pulls her closer, moving her to sit in his lap. She follows his lead, getting up to straddle him. Dave wraps his arms around her waist, hugging her closer to him. She arches her back, "accidentally" grinding against him. Dave is first to break the kiss with a gasp, his hands immediately making their way to her hips. She opens her eyes to find Dave's squeezed shut with his eyebrows narrowed together. His blue eyes open to meet hers after a second, both of them breathing heavily, Dave's eyes wide and innocent, looking up at her.

"Sorry." He says, embarrassed that she was able to affect him so easily. She grins, shaking her head.

"Don't be sorry. It's good to know I have such an effect on you." She leans down to rest her forehead on his. She squishes his check together, pushing him down to the bed, his hands finding themselves caressing her now exposed butt from under the mini skirt she still wore. He felt all the blood drain from his head downward. "Should we keep going?" She asks. Dave nods furiously, no longer able to form words.

She leans in slowly to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you, too."

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Whumptober 2024 No. 23- Forced Choice | Public Display | "I'm Doing This for You"

This is my first whumptober post with OCs! You'll recognize Lucien from my yandere snippets. This is a bit of his backstory~

You can find Lucien's page here

Lucien fought the urge to stiffen as his collar was adjusted about his neck. Erythros had insisted on bringing him the party, and when the ancient vampire insisted on something, no one dared refuse him.

“You seem tense, Lucien,” Erythros said with a gentleness that served more as a warning than for comfort.

“I am nervous, Master,” Lucien replied slowly.

Erythros picked up a comb and began tending to Lucien’s long, jet-black hair. It took all of his will not to shudder.

“I’m doing this for you, you know,” Erythros said, “you keep to yourself far too much. It’s high time you got out more.”

More like it’s time for you to show me off again for your own ego, Lucien thought.

Erythros tied Lucien’s hair back, running long, bony fingers through it.

“Hm,” he mused, “would you prefer a red vest or a gold one? Either will match your eyes.”

That was true, Lucien’s left eye was an unnatural gold, the other a deep carmine. He missed the days when both of his eyes were blue, and his ears were rounded, and his teeth normal, and-

“Well?”

“Um, red will be fine, thank you, Master.”

“And your brooch?”

Lucien looked down at the vanity. It did not have a mirror since such things served no purpose here. On the vanity were a variety of brooches.

“Whichever you think is best,” Lucien said.

Erythros hummed, holding up different ones to his thrall’s neck. He settled for a simple ruby encrusted, gold brooch. He fixed it to Lucien’s shirt collar.

“There now,” he said, “you look appropriately presentable.”

“Thank you.”

“There will be humans there for refreshment. I expect you to feed at least once.”

“Yes, Master.”

Erythros seemed satisfied for the moment.

“I’ll let you know when the carriage gets here,” he said.

Erythros left the room, his long, white hair swishing behind him, and his great red wings brushing on the ground. The door closed, and Lucien breathed a sigh of relief.

I love how of all the choices he gives me, there’s never a choice to refuse, He thought bitterly.

Lucien would never express his frustration out loud. He had learned long ago that vampires had incredibly enhanced hearing, and he had learned it the hard way. He couldn’t wait until he could go back to his mansion across the lake, where no one could order him about but so much, and where he felt relatively safe… as much as he could anyway.

“Lucien!” Erythros called, “time to go!”

Lucien straightened up, his black bat wings fluttering nervously. Another night paraded around like some kind of pet or trinket.

“Lucien!”

Lucien descended the staircase and met Erythros at the castle entrance.

“Not in your head again, were you?” Erythros asked.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“Hopefully tonight you’ll be present,” he continued, “there’s no need for that much idle thought.”

“Yes, Master. I am sorry.”

Erythros sighed.

“One day you’ll learn.”

Lucien followed Erythros into the carriage, and off they went into the night.

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haliteatiger · 4 months ago

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I’m only just now seeing the dogblud stuff so I’m a bit late, but I just wanted to say that WOW firstly I am so sorry you went through that. And secondly I am autistic + ADHD and struggle with very severe meltdowns at times. I also have other mental stuff goin on that worsens them. but not even in my worst episodes or meltdowns have i EVER felt like it’s been ok or appropriate to speak to someone the way dogblud spoke to you, threatening suicide and so totally demeaning and subduing you. Actually appalling. Being autistic never gives us the right to treat someone like that. damn. I hope you have much better and more positive, healing, and enjoyable collaborative experiences going forward ❤️

Thank you so much for the reassurances, I really appreciate it!! I'm already well on my way to healing thanks to the new friends I've made through this, which I'm only sorry had to be through *this* at all. At the same time it's also making me realize the true extent of the damage as, despite my best efforts, I've been very anxious about collaborating with anyone, especially with regard to werewolves. I'm trying my best to avoid expectations of failure, disappointment, or worries of deceit, and carry on like I might have otherwise, but it's a struggle some days and carries a very similar tone to an earlier period in my life, so at least I know I will eventually grow beyond it provided I don't allow myself to be drawn into a similar situation. Healing, learning to function again in a similar space after what happened, isn't supposed to be easy, I suppose. For now, I'm more than happy to support and elaborate on others' projects and characters, and I know that, in the end, the biggest fuck you I can offer to Dog would be to complete and publish something. Bonus points if it's anything like what we had been working on together at the time. As it is, I can hardly bring myself to draw my own OCs from that period any more. I'll know I'll have made it when I can. In the meantime, I'm very grateful for the support folks like yourself have shown me after posting my story. It makes me physically ill looking at those screenshots. At one point in time, I would have become more angry than scared. I really, really wish I had just gone with my first impulse and pushed back a lot harder than what I did. All I kept thinking at the time, however, was "This is bad. Don't make it worse". lol I think Jackal and Rex handled things so much better than what I did, and admire their strength. I'm incredibly flattered that Jackal has asked to collaborate with me whenever I'm ready, too. I think, together, we'll make something wonderful that will more than make up for whatever we might have lost beforehand.

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starogeorgina · 2 years ago

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Children of the dragon

Warnings: Incest, sexual content, swearing, violence

Pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen × Targ oc, Minor Aemond Targaryen × Targ oc

1.06

You look at the ceiling above, trying your best to avoid looking at your husband, who is currently trying to fuck you, but he is struggling to get hard.

The arrival of your eldest sister and her children to fight for Lucery's right to be the future lord of Driftmark had stirred something inside the one-eyed prince. Since Luke was the second child born to Rhaenyra and Laenor Velaryon Driftmark by birthright, but your mother and grandfather were hellbent on convincing others he wasn’t, Although you disagreed, you couldn’t outright defend Rhaenyra’s sons' parentage because it could raise questions about your own children’s.

Aemond suddenly rolls off of you, cursing, his feet slamming against the ground as he stands to leave, his body tense, his face contorted with rage.

“Aemond, wait.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh as he turns to face you, obviously not wanting to hear what you were about to say. You don't reply with words; instead, you press your lips to his neck and reach your hand inside his trousers, which weren’t tied back up yet.

He lets out a grunt and says, “What are you doing?”

“Helping you,” you press a soft kiss to his lips before getting to your knees in front of him while he presses his back against the wall. You pulled his trousers down, then licked the underside of his cock and said, “I know how stressed you’ve been.”

You hadn’t ever planned on taking Aemond in your mouth before, but he was one snide comment away from exploding. If bringing him pleasure would help him relax a little, you would be willing to do it.

You take as much of him into your mouth as you can, and what doesn’t fit, you stroke with your hand. Hearing low groans of pleasure, you start to speed up your movements. You wanted this to be over as soon as possible. One reason was that your jaw was starting to ache, and another was that Aegon would never want to see you like this.

Of course you got no pleasure from sucking him off, but aside from performing sexual acts, you had no idea how else to try and comfort Aemond. Feeling his cock twitch in your mouth, you could tell your husband was about to reach his high.

“Look at me.”

You stare up at Aemond as he cums in your mouth.

Aemond pulls out of your mouth, stuffing his cock back into his trousers; he looks emotionless while doing so. Eventually he looks down at you; he rubs saliva from your lip with his thumb and says, “I thought only whores pleased men with their mouths.”

He leaves you on your knees, feeling confused and slightly insulted.

—

Holding back tears, you do your best to maintain your dignity and hold your head high while swiftly leaving your bed chambers and making your way to your daughter's nursery.

You felt as though every knight and servant you passed knew what you just did and were judging you for it.

You couldn’t stop comparing how differently Aegon treats you and his brother. For one, Aegon wouldn’t have made you feel cheap and would have had a stupid grin on his face while you pleased him, then he would have returned the favor. Anything that conspired between you was always full of love and not out of duty.

Your stomach was in knots; this was the first time you felt as if you had betrayed Aegon.

You walk into the girls' room to be greeted by Helaena, who is putting Alyssa back into her cot. Her sweet smile fades when she notices how upset you look; immediately, she throws her arms around you. Helaena wasn’t a very affectionate person, mainly due to her being a dragon dreamer, and touch sometimes brought on her premonitions.

“Thank you,” you say, kissing the side of her cheek. “I needed that hug.”

You take in your sister's appearance: her hair was braided so it wasn’t hanging on her face, her long, flowing tan dress, and her smile. She looks beautiful.

You’d need to leave soon to get yourself appropriately dressed. “Once I check on the children, I’ll need to get ready for Lucerys petition.”

Helaena squeezes your hand. “He’ll never open the eye he closed, and two dragons will fall.”

—

“It can’t be much longer before your babe arrives.”

“No, not long now,” you say quietly. Your eyes were drawn from your nephew and now glued across the courtyard to a very hungover Aegon as twirled Aeron in circles, it warmed your heart to hear your son giggling. Your eyes move up to one of the windows, and you see Aemond standing on the edge of the balcony, scowling. Your jaw tightens. This would add to his ever growing fury. He was furious that you had allowed your babies to interact with your nephews.

Your attention is drawn back to Jacaerys when he clears his throat and says, “Forgive me; I’m awfully distracted.”

“It’s fine. I heard Aeron was ill not long ago, with some kind of fever?” He asks, looking over at your toddler, who’s holding his arms up for Aegon to pick him up again.

“The Maester says he had something similar to butterfly fever, but thankfully it’s worked its way through his system.”

“Butterfly fever?”

“It’s a disease native to the isle of Naath. Apparently it’s spread by black and white butterflies, whose wings are the same size as a grown man’s hand.”

Jacaerys' brows pulled together. “I’ve never heard of it, but I will see what I can find out about it when I return to Dragonstone.”

“Do you take an interest in diseases?” You sound generally curious. Your eldest nephew had offered to walk with you in the gardens after you introduced him and his brothers to your children after the petition. Your father had made it clear Luke was to be the heir to Driftmark, but things got off course when Daemon sliced off Vaemond's head with Dark Sister for calling Rhaenyra a whore and her children bastards.

“Not really, but I should. I’m trying to learn about any issues or threats that may arise when I’m king. I want to know how to help people in advance. Although my mother says I’m putting too much pressure on myself,” he says, letting out a soft laugh. “She’s limited my High Valyrian lessons.”

“Kesā mazverdagon iā rōvēgrie dārys jacaerys.”

Your nephew blushes slightly, then nods, “Thank you; that’s a very kind compliment.”

You link your arm with his, ignoring the glare boring into you from above. “So tell me, what’s Dragonstone like?”

You listened intently as he told you of his younger siblings learning to ride dragons and spoke highly of his mother. You wanted your children to grow up respecting you the way Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey loved and respected Rhaenyra.

—

The night had gone a lot smoother than the day. All of the king's children and grandchildren gathered for a family meal. You felt a pang of sadness burn in your chest when he gave a speech on setting aside your grievances. Your father didn’t have long left and wanted to see his family unit before dying.

Your mother and Rhaenyra raised a cup to each other; afterwards, Jace toasted to his betrothed Baela and your brothers, hoping to mend the broken bond between them.

“You look beautiful,” Aegon whispers, sitting down beside you.

You blush and hide your smile behind your cup, saying, “I could say the same for you, my love.”

The atmosphere was cheerful; Jace and Helaena danced beside you and Aegon, although you tired quickly due to your swollen stomach. When you sat back down and your baby began kicking up a storm, you let both Baela and Rhaena feel. The excitement of already being betrothed earlier that day. Aside from a few snide comments from your mother that were ignored by most, it would have been possible to mend the bridges between the two sides of House Targaryen. That was until Aemond decided to burn the bridge down.

Lucerys laughed when a roast pork was placed on the dining table, triggering something inside your husband. Aemond slammed his fist on the table before standing and raising his cup. “Final tribute. To the health of my nephews. Jace, Luke, and Joffrey Each of them are handsome, wise… and strong.”

“Aemond,” you hiss.

“Come... let us drain our cups to these three... strong boys.”

Your eldest nephew steps forward, clenching his fists, and says, “I dare you to say that again.”

“Why?” Aemond asks mockingly, walking towards Jace, who is now standing behind your chair. “Twas only a compliment. Do you not think of yourself as Strong?”

It feels as if time has frozen as everyone stares in horror as Jacaerys gives into your husband's taunting and punches Aemond in the face.

The punch did little for Aemond, who is taller, older, and more muscular. Seeing the menacing glint in his eye, you, as his own fist clenched, quickly stood, placing yourself between your husband and Jacaerys, stopping him from attacking Jace. “Enough! They are just boys! You are a father and should know better!”

You swear you see darkness overtake Aemond as he sneers at you but says nothing.

You shoot your mother a knowing look, silently demanding she do something. If Aemond wanted a fight, he would no doubt get one, if not from the Velaryon boys then from Daemon, who was ready to intervene.

Rhaenyra stands and addresses her sons, “Go to your quarters. All of you go now.”

You rub at your swollen stomach, turning to address the rest of the room and making eye contact with Rhaenyra. “I apologize for the slanderous rumors to which my husband has alluded and the words he has said. But I can assure you it won’t be repeated, and this isn't how I or my children view the young princes. We have nothing but respect for them.”

Furious, Aemond takes a step towards you, no doubt to argue with what you just said, but stops when he looks over your shoulder. When you turn back, you see Aegon holding his gaze. The room was silent as the tension thickened. The silence is only broken when your mother's sworn protector enters the room with a worried look on his face.

The queen stands from her chair and says, “Ser Criston?”

“Forgive me for intruding on your meal your grace, but I’ve come with news for Prince Aemond and Princess Theodora,” he says with a sympathetic look. “Prince Aeron has taken ill. The Maester has been sent for.”

Two warm hands are placed on your shoulders as you stare at the knight struggling to find words, feeling as if the air has been knocked from you. “Ser Criston,” Aegon says, his already pale skin turning three shades lighter. “Where is he?”

“In his nursery,”

Immediately you step out of Aegon’s grip, brush by your husband, and start to run as fast as your pregnant body would allow. Your mother calls from behind you, but you don’t look back. You didn’t care if it was rude or improper to leave without saying a word; you only cared about seeing your son.

Kesā mazverdagon iā rōvēgrie dārys jacaerys - You will make a great king Jacaerys

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whispering-radiance · 6 months ago

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| Conversation over hibiscus tea |

Word count: [ 1476 ]

| Part: [ 1 ] |

Characters: First Ninja / Amber Lady (oc) / Tengu (mentioned)

AU: Glow of Amber

It’s a short story that I’ve been writing… made even shorter because of the uni — but after I finish my exams then I’ll try to continue it — I just wanted you to have something because I was rather quiet lately 🥹

“You’re awake….” A faint voice of a woman rang in Ninja’s ears. It was then followed by a sound of teacup being put down on a wooden table.

”I thought you’d never wake up”

He couldn’t tell if he was still alive. The last thing he remembered was a feeling of sharp claws ripping through his back. He fell unconscious while tumbling down the mountain and awoke for a brief moment after the final crush.

Was everything surrounding him right now just an illusion? A mirage made by his mind or by a spirit waiting to take him to the other side? He touched his chest and felt pain running through his body. A moan of discomfort echoed through the cozy cottage.

“I wouldn’t move if I was you”

Chimes of jewelry were getting closer, the floor creaked with each delicate step. Ninja didn’t want to lay dormant and wait for his demise, he focused all his energy to locate any of his weapons.

“You mustn’t move” The voice seemed gentle, but he couldn’t yet see the person it belonged to. “Most of your ribs were broken. You had a fractured skull, lost a few teeth, and your left arm had an impossible amount of cracks”

“Had?” He tried to move his head to see the approaching figure, but even the tiniest move caused agony.

“Indeed. Had.” A beautiful woman stood right over him. Her robes were colored like the most precious amber, and so were her eyes, gazing intensely at the wounded man below her. She sat down gracefully and moved her long, white hair away from her eyes .

“I’ve fixed you… well…” She bit her tongue. “Partially at least— you still need a lot of time to recover”

“I don’t have time” He growled “I must face that demon again!”

“If you keep moving, your wounds will open again.” She answered coldly. “I may be patient but rearranging your organs brings me no joy.”

He moved his eyes directly at her

“Where…— My weapons! My sword!…” He gasped. Where’s my sword—?”

“Hidden for your own good.” Lady analyzed his condition in one quick glance. She started preparing medicine to help with his pain. “I didn’t want you to swing any of your weapons at me. That wouldn’t have been very appropriate, don’t you think?”

Ninja didn’t answer right away. He looked at the ceiling. The feeling of helplessness was suffocating. He had grand plans, a mission, but was being held back by his own body.

“I must avenge my fallen brothers” He exclaimed after a brief moment of silence.

“Are you sure you can do that?” She answered without emotions, yet, her lips shifted into a soft smile. “Your bones are broken, and so is your mind”

“I will climb this mountain wielding a stick if I must!” He ended his shout with a cough.

She didn’t pay attention to his foolish words. Instead she started mixing medicine.

“Listen to me carefully” Her voice was sweet, but lacked any emotion. “I’m not your mother, I don’t have to keep you here by force. If you so desire to get yourself killed, then go — the doors are open.”

He turned his head towards the direction from which the chilly breeze entered the room. Ninja could see the bright rays of sunlight just from around the corridor.

Despite the unbearable pain, he rolled to his stomach, knocking over the vials with medicine.

He crawled with his arms as fast as he could. If he was still breathing then there was no time for rest. A battle must be won, no matter the cost.

Just as he was about to make a turn towards the exit, he heard the same chimes getting closer again. Lady wasn’t in a hurry, she knew the man was slow in his current state.

She didn’t bother to say anything to him , she simply closed the doors and stood before him, looking at him intensely.

“You’re so quick to embrace death, yet something tells me you won’t be able to open the doors by yourself” She stepped on his hand, not to harm him, just to give him a warning. “I know what I’ve said, but I can’t let you go out in this state.”

She rolled her eyes. “You can go out there, play a hero, and die a meaningless death” She shrugged as she watched him struggle to keep his head up. “Or you can learn to be patient and help me understand this whole ordeal.”

“I don’t understand.” He said, his voice shaking. “Who even are you— and why are you doing all this!”

She kneeled down.

“You’ve broken my table and spilled blood on my sacred ground” She answered, visibly annoyed. “I’ve saved you only for you to be able to properly apologize for this destruction.”

She stood up again.

“Or maybe there’s another reason.” She covered her small smile under her sleeve.”I would also like to hear you thank me for all that I’ve done to save you.”

“Do you have a name?” Ninja was gasping for air.

“You may call me Amber.”

“Thank you, Amber.” He tried his best to bow, but he was only able to tilt his head slightly.

“It’s Lady, for you. And I want to see a proper gratitude, not the one a beaten dog would give me. She walked past him. “Crawl back to your bed, and I will give you some calming tea ”

“I want you to tell me about the Tengu– your encounter with him, to be precise.” Amber Lady sat across the room. “Why were you barely alive, and how is it that you still had your blade? I am quite puzzled.”

“I’m not sure what you mean by that…”

Ninja was laying on a straw mat. He was leaning against the wall, covered by a warm blanket made from sheep’s pelt. A freshly brewed tea was standing on a small table just next to him. It felt like his long lost home. But even with this cozy atmosphere, he couldn’t lay his guard down. It was hard for him to admire just how beautiful the woman was. All he could think about was the fact that he didn’t know where his weapons were.

“You don’t know?” Lady raised her eyebrow. “Perhaps you’re suffering from temporary memory loss. After all, you did lose a lot of blood.” She said quietly.

“No, no! My head is fine– you’re not making any sense! “Ninja coughed. “It was a fight with a vicious, bloodthirsty demon!”

She took a sip of her own tea. “The Tengu I know isn’t a demon, he’s a noble spirit.” She said without much care. “He has mastered hundreds of sword techniques, and even created his own. He rarely comes down from the mountain peak, but he’s willing to challenge anyone who reaches the top. Of course, under certain conditions.”

“Before we get this conversation any further… How did you know I was fighting with Tengu?” He cut her off and tilted his head in confusion.

“Feathers.” She sighed. “He’s very careful not to let anyone get any without his consent, and you were clenching a few in your hand.”

“Now, if you let me continue.” She moved her hand. “It’s an honorable duel. If a challenger loses, he must leave his blade on the mountain– as a sign of respect to Tengu.” She glanced at the wounded man. “And…- that’s not the battle that ends with death, rather, it’s a precise and delicate dance.” She got up and walked towards Ninja. “That’s what I don’t understand, your condition.”

Ninja looked up.

“Honor? Respect?” His face angered.”What are you talking about!? This beast murdered my family– not even ashes remained after his fire!” He threw his arm up, almost knocking down his teacup. ”When I finished my climb I was greeted by teeth and claws ripping my skin! Is this “respectful” to you?”

They both went silent for a short while. While Ninja went through every possible emotion, Lady’s face made only a slight twitch.

“Fire?” Amber said as if she wanted to make sure that she heard his words correctly.

“Yes…Just two days ago the village under the mountain was burned to ashes by that devilish bird.” He closed his eyes, trying not to give in to emotions. “It was like looking at the sea of fire… it was so bright and wild... I couldn’t do anything…” He swept a tear flowing down his cheek. “I was powerless.” His voice was shaking.

She closed her eyes and sighed.

“No— this shouldn’t have happened to you…not to anyone” She turned to look away from the ninja. “You’ve lost your family… Please accept my condolences.”

She sat down, facing the warrior. With a delicate move, she dried ninja’s eyes with the sleeve of her own robe.

#glow of amber #rc9gn first ninja #rc9gn art #rc9gn au #rc9gn fanfic #rc9gn oc #artwork #fanart #digital #drawing #cartoon #artist on tumblr #my art #my writing #long post #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #randy cunnigham

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invisible-key · 7 months ago

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Work Meeting

Kink: emetophilia

OC: Shawn

Summary: Shawn starts to feel sick during a meeting at work and ends up vomiting in front of all his coworkers.

Word count: ~800

Warning: very detailed description of vomit

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Shawn was silently sitting at a conference table, sweat coating his back. While his coworkers were occupied with an academic debate, all that he could think of was the dull ache in his stomach. He kept wondering what he had eaten to make his stomach hurt, and how serious it could possibly be. He's been feeling a little off since this morning so it wasn’t the lunch he’s had right before this meeting (that he so regretted eating right now). He tried to breathe deeply to keep the nausea at bay, but it wasn’t helping. He was starting to realize that the nausea was only getting worse and it might end badly if he doesn’t start looking for a bathroom. His boss was having a presentation at the moment, and he didn’t want to disturb, so he was anxiously waiting for a more appropriate moment, while preparing what to say. He was taken out of his thoughts when he heard his name. “What do you suggest, Shawn?”

He jerked and looked up. Everyone was watching him expectantly. The boss was piercing him with her eyes, but he had no idea what the topic even was.

“I… Sorry, I… Could you repeat the question?” he said weakly.

The boss frowned. “Were you not paying attention during my presentation?”

He swallowed. “I… I don't feel very good…” he said in a trembling voice.

Sweat formed on his forehead, but not just because of the boss’s scrutiny. His mouth filled with foul-tasting saliva and he could feel his stomach rising. He stood up in haste; the sound of a chair scraping the floor resonated through the silent hall. Everyone looked at him. He didn't even open his mouth to excuse himself, fearing that something other than words might come out. He was shaking, trying to keep his lunch down, but when he started moving away from the table, his queasiness doubled.

He was able to take only a few steps before his stomach revolted, contracting so strongly it forced him to bend over. A thick brown substance forced its way through his mouth and splashed on the tile floor. It was the lentil he had eaten for lunch just an hour ago; it was barely digested and he could feel its texture on his tongue. It tasted even more sour than when he ate it. Soon after, sickness overcame him for a second time and he heaved again, feeling the lentil rise up his esophagus, before it added to the pile on the floor. He barely had time to breathe in before his stomach spasmed again and made him release more undigested food out of his mouth. The brown wave had a white tail - remains of the eggs he had eaten for breakfast. He was sweating and his hands were shaking, but he felt a little relieved. For a second he thought he was done, but then his mouth started filling with sickly saliva once more. He doubled over and gagged. A small amount of a white substance diluted in stomach acid splashed onto the existing pile. The next wave was black tea with a few white pieces. After this, his stomach calmed down and Shawn was finally able to relax.

He let out a shaky sigh of relief. It seemed that his stomach had finally purged itself off all the food that was making him sick. He was feeling much better now.

But the relief was gone as soon as he remembered that he had just embarrassed himself in front of all his coworkers. He will always be “that one guy who said ‘I don't feel very good’ and proceeded to puke his guts out during a meeting”.

He felt a gentle touch on his arm. He looked up to meet his coworker’s sympathetic eyes.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

He tried to speak but it just made him start coughing. The cough made him gag again but he swallowed the acid back down. He resolved to just nodding.

“Do you feel like you're gonna faint?”

He shook his head.

She went to the table to bring him a glass of water. He risked a short glance towards the table and quickly hung his head in shame.

She handed him a glass and asked, “Are you having a migraine again?”

Drinking washed away the gross taste and made him able to speak again.

“No... I... probably just ate something bad...”

“Well, you should still go home and rest...”

He didn’t feel sick anymore but he wished to get away from this embarrassment so he nodded gratefully. He gathered his possessions and left the conference room, head hung in shame.

#It's a repost of an older story but I rewrote it a bit #emetophilia #emeto writing #my kink writing #OC: Shawn #natural vomiting #male emeto

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theboywithburninghands · 5 months ago

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Next chapter is a go! This is definitely a little more OC heavy than the others, but I figured some of the peripheral characters needed developing as well. Also I did a lot of research on rehabilitation for this one, just a fun fact I suppose. @fernstarsblog Enjoy!

T/W: Era-appropriate sexism, drugs and alcohol, addiction and withdrawals, implied vomit

Primum Peccatum Ch. 12: I Need a Doctor, Call Me a Doctor

Jax Krolik paced back and forth across The Rooker Estate’s sitting room. He had finished his last bottle of laudanum last night, overdoing it to calm himself down after the miserable dinner with his family. He told Pomni he would try to go easier on the opium that night, but that was a lie. He’d grown so accustomed to it that he needed a substantial amount of opium to get him anywhere close to relaxed anymore. Even with a few extra drops of poppy, his dreams involved his father, monstrous and veiled in shadow, kicking down the door to the Rooker Estate and dragging him out of the house by the ankle to goodness knows where. So here he stood, guilty, paranoid and restless. He needed more opium.

The restlessness that came first from opium withdrawal was unbearable. A faint, burning sensation throughout the body more aggravating than the thirstiest mosquito’s bite, with no way to itch it apart from more laudanum. He felt like he could jump off the pier, swim the half-mile to Blackshell Bay, and bribe the hospital for a bottle of the stuff right now. They would hardly miss it, he needed it more. Not even the entire bottle, just a few drops. Two at the most. Just enough to tide him over until Kali arrived. Where was she anyway?! He felt very much like peeling his own skin off.

“Mr. Krolik, would you like some beans on toast?” Kinger called from the other room.

“No thank you, Mr. Rooker,” Jax replied.

“You really must eat, my boy. Your wedding will be soon, you can’t be looking haggard for that.” Kinger called.

“Respectfully, I said no thank you, Mr. Rooker.” Jax called back, his tone more rigid.

“Dear me. Perhaps a cup of tea?”

Jax bit hard on the back of his hand to keep from shouting. He had no appetite, but he could get Mr. Rooker to stop badgering him if he accepted one of his offers.

“A cup of tea would be lovely, thank you. One sugar please.” Jax called out.

“Splendid!” Kinger declared. There came the sound of crockery from the kitchen, and Jax heard the stove being lit. There was a sharp knock at the door, Jax’s ears pricking up.

“Oh, one moment!” Kinger waved out his match and flicked it into a flower pot three quarters full with spent matches. “Goodness, it’s been ages since I’ve had a visitor…”

He walked into the foyer, Jax peering out from the sitting room doorway. Kinger unlocked his front door.

“Oh, Miss Shutnyk! Good to see you, how long has it been?” Kinger cried. Jax swiftly ducked back into the sitting room.

“Hello, Mr. Kinger. Have you met Kali Krolik?”

Jax paused mid-stride and peeked his head back into the foyer.

“I don’t believe I have!” Kinger exclaimed. “What a pleasure it is to see Pomni making new friends.”

“Er, Mr. Rooker, we have met already. It was just a few days ago…” Kali said,

Jax managed his usual smile and approached the two women from behind Kinger.

“Well, if it isn’t my lovely fiancée and charming sister-in-law. What brings you here? Surely not myself.” Jax said. That sounded rakish enough, certainly…

“Hello, Jax. Yes, we did come to speak to you, as a matter of fact. Mr. Kinger, may we come in, please?” Pomni asked, her hands behind her back.

“Of course, always! I just put the kettle on, let me add some more water. Would you like a cup of tea, Mrs. Shutnyk?” Kinger asked.

“That would be very gracious of you, sir. Would you like a tea cake to go with that?” Kali offered her basket.

“Ahhhh, these are just like the kind my late wife used to make. What did you use as a filling? Boysenberry?” Kinger asked, picking up and examining a cake.

“Raspberry, although my father-in-law’s caretaker Zuzanna is the one that makes them. They’re an old Edicaran recipe.” Kali explained with a smile.

“Ediacara? Well, błogosław ma duszę! Nie byłem tam od lat, so my vernacular may be a bit spotty.” Kinger said. “I visited Ediacara ages ago with my Queenie, we went to see Czerwona Pustynia before they restricted foreign access.”

Pomni and Kali exchanged incredulous looks before looking back at Kinger.

“Mr. Kinger, I don’t believe you’ve ever informed me that you’ve been to Ediacara.” Pomni said, awestruck.

“Ah, I must have over the years, haven’t I? I went there when you were still a twinkle in your father’s eye. We were studying the insects there. Did you know that there’s a-”

Jax cleared his throat rather loudly. “Terribly sorry for the interruption, but may I speak with my sister-in-law? We have some personal matters to discuss…”

Kali glanced at Pomni, who nodded. She took a deep breath before speaking.

“Jax. I will no longer bring you any more laudanum. You’ve grown dependent on it and I’m worried for your health.”

Jax’s yellow eyes widened. He put a trembling paw to his mouth.

“What…? Kali… Y-You shouldn’t speak of such things in front of-” Jax began.

“I’m already privy to the situation, Mr. Krolik. As for Mr. Kinger, he’s been gracious enough to open his guest wing to you.” Pomni replied.

Pomni turned to Kinger, who looked on in bewildered concern.

“Kinger, my fiancé has struggled for almost five years now with inebriety. You see, his brother-”

“Ms. Shutnyk! I would prefer you didn’t divulge my personal information!” Jax interjected.

“I’m afraid I must,” Pomni replied coolly. “If we are going to free you from the shackles of this vice, only our parents and Boone need be left in the dark. We must inform Altonicus so you may obtain the proper medication as well.”

“Absolutely not! I refuse to allow that! Alton can’t know that I’ve been… He mustn’t find out…” Jax’s anger tapered off.

“Kali, why don’t you discuss this with Jax? Alton is your husband, after all. I will inform Mr. Kinger of our dilemma in finer detail.”

Pomni took the basket of pastries from Kali and turned back to Kinger, smiling. “That cup of tea sounds quite pleasant, Mr. Kinger. Shall we move into your kitchen?”

“Yes my dear, of course. I am alarmed, but rather intrigued…” Kinger said, leading her into his kitchen.

Kali coughed a bit from the musty air. Jax sat himself on the staircase and placed his head in his paws.

“I’m sorry, Jax… I suppose this secret had to come out sooner or later.” Kali said with a fake smile.

“I have a headache,” Jax replied.

“Well, I’ve known your older brother for ten years… and I’ve never met a kinder man. Alton will understand, won’t he..?” Kali asked.

“How should I know?” Jax answered tersely.

Kali sniffled and covered her mouth, looking off towards the front door.

“I’m sorry… I had no idea the rut I was digging us into when I gave you that tincture… How was I supposed to know one or two doses were enough to addict you? I-I just wanted you to be able to get some rest… I’m sorry…”

Jax closed his eyes. He felt a headache throb to the rhythm of his heartbeat behind his right eye. He had begun sweating. He needed opium, or his symptoms would worsen into full-body sickness. He desperately needed opium.

“I… I hope Alton takes the news at least somewhat well… But it would not surprise me in the least if he’s furious.” Kali had begun pacing about the foyer. “It’s hardly unwarranted, after all; his wife pilfering opium from his own stores to feed the addiction she fostered in his youngest brother? For years, no less?! Ha, I would divorce me too! I… don’t deserve forgiveness, do I?”

Jax looked up at Kali.

“No, I deserve worse than divorce… I deserve time in prison. Maybe there I can make amends with myself, at least. The Allfather knows my soul has blackened enough from my misdeeds that I’ve no chance of seeing The Hereafter. I… I…”

Kali stifled a sob, only to feel a set of arms wrap around her torso. Jax put his chin on Kali’s shoulder.

“Kali. You’re my older sister. You’ve helped me through so much pain, long, long before I fell from that bridge. Even if the worst happens, you will always be my older sister. I love you…”

Kali burst into tears, turning and wrapping her arms around her younger brother’s shoulders. He hugged her equally as firmly, tears wicking off his eyelids.

—

About an hour later, Pomni had an entire plan formulated. The main objective of said plan was to hopefully completely eliminate Jax’s opium addiction. Even if that meant postponing the date of the wedding. Of course, there would be difficulties.

The first and most pressing was withdrawals. According to Pomni’s research, opium withdrawal typically involved symptoms including, but not limited to: hot and cold flashes, head and body aches, stomach distress, insomnia and anxiety. To mediate this, Pomni intended on recruiting Altonicus for help with the medical treatment, and she planned on helping with whatever else was needed.

The second difficulty was discretion. No one was to know about Jax’s struggles with withdrawal except for Pomni, Kinger, Kali and Alton. To everyone else, Jax had caught a vicious and persistent case of the flu. The most important individual to be kept out of the loop was Jax’s father. Given the man’s temper and draconian behavior, it wasn’t known what exactly would occur should he find out about the goings-on at The Rooker Estate. It was generally agreed that if he did become aware, some manner of contingency plan would be enacted, but Pomni was still in the process of formulating one. As a result, Boone, Osvaldo and Zuzanna were forbidden to know the truth as well due to their proximity to Drexl, along with Pomni’s parents.

The third difficulty was time. Jax needed time to completely recover, and the wedding was in two weeks. If they postponed the date too many times, suspicions would be aroused. As a result, Pomni thought it best to get started immediately. No more laudanum at all. That way his body would flush out everything faster. It would be excruciating, but it was a necessary evil, and Pomni was willing to help every step of the way. She had grown somewhat fond of the rabbit, after all…

—

Kali returned to Blackshell Bay in the late afternoon. She had thought about going to confession to speak to Sister Ragatha one last time, but that was largely an excuse to prolong the inevitable. Altonicus would come looking for her if she dawdled too long, especially if he arrived home from work and she wasn’t there. The man could look after himself, of course, but he would worry, like any good husband should.

She arrived home around 4:00, made a quick salad for dinner, which she didn’t touch, and sat in their living room with a tumbler of bourbon, no ice. She sat and waited. The glass sat warm in her paw. She took not one sip.

At 6:30, Alton arrived home. Kali poured her drink out of the window and made a new one, pouring Alton a bourbon with ice and a bit of cold water, just how he liked it. She would take care of this as calmly as she could. Get him fed and relaxed with dinner and a drink, and then explain everything. No one wanted to hear bad news as soon as they walked in the door, after all.

“Kali, darling?” Alton called. No matter how tired or irritated he was from work, he was always happy to see her.

Kali came around the corner with his drink, managing a smile. Altonicus sat on the floor, removing his shoes and socks. He wriggled his pink toes and sighed with relief, even with his custom made loafers they were still too tight around his wide and flat rabbit feet. He looked up at Kali and smiled, only for it to fall right off his face.

“Kali..? What’s wrong dear?” he asked, climbing to his feet.

He saw right through it. Kali had no chance. She immediately broke into fresh sobs, setting the drink on the side table to keep from spilling it. Alton was over at her side in an instant, hugging her close to him and petting her ears.

“Darling… oh my goodness, what’s wrong? Talk to me…” he crooned.

They went to the sitting room and she told him everything. Down to the last detail, even up to that day. Alton remained silent throughout her whole explanation, only nodding occasionally or putting his hands to his mouth in contemplation. By the end, Kali’s tears had dried, but she kept her gaze firmly on the floor. She felt filthy and unlovable.

“I know that what I’ve done is horrid… but I felt I had no choice… He was in such agony and he was just a boy. None of it was his fault in the slightest..! I understand if I’ve killed all the trust in our relationship, but all these years I’ve been too frightened to tell anyone for fear of that… beast you call a father finding out and enacting his wrath on you, or me, or Jax. If you don’t love me any longer, I’ll-”

“Kali,” Altonicus interrupted. “Don’t speak such foolishness. You are the sun in my sky. I don’t hate you even a little bit. But, that said-”

Alton’s expression became severe. “Shame on you! Giving opium to a teenager? You’re lucky he’s only come away with an addiction, he could have overdosed! And you hid this for years?! Why didn’t you think to speak with me, am I truly so untrustworthy?!?”

Kali buried her face in her hands, Alton sitting up straighter at this.

“B-But you’ve been reprimanding yourself every day for your mistakes. I wouldn’t be doing any good shouting at you.”

Alton got to his feet and knelt beside Kali.

“You did the wrong thing. But you did it out of mercy, not sin. And thankfully, there’s time to fix it. Of course I still love you. I love you so, so much, my sweet little rabbit.”

He kissed her deeply and she melted into his embrace. Though tears ran from her eyes, they were of joy and relief.

“I suppose we’ll go and visit tomorrow, it’s a little late to catch the ferry. I’ll have to notify the hospital I won’t be attending. When was the last time Jax had a dose of laudanum?”

“Yesterday evening…” Kali wiped her eyes.

“Come again? It’s been almost 24 hours? And he’s had none since then?! Allfather above, Kali!”

Altonicus shot to his feet and ran into the hallway, picking up his doctor’s bag. “What time is it?”

“Erm… 6:56?”

“Blazes… we may still be able to catch the ferry if we run. Forget my shoes, let’s get going!” Altonicus said.

Kali put a hand on his shoulder. “Darling, wait! What is the matter?”

“I’m dreadfully sorry, but there isn’t time to chat, follow me!”

“Alton, I-”

—

The two of them found themselves on Blackshell Bay’s pier.

“-don’t know if- Wh… I… H-How did we get here?” Kali looked around, absolutely flummoxed.

“I… I don’t recall either. Perhaps we blacked out from running… I didn’t know that was possible… Regardless. Let’s purchase some passes. Time is of the essence.

—

Altonicus rapped on the door to The Rooker Estate. He perused his medicines on the ferry ride to the island, making sure he had everything he needed. Through some miracle, he did, despite rushing them both out of the house. He must have forgotten he packed them like how he had forgotten the run to the pier.

The door opened, revealing a shapeman resembling the king piece on a chessboard.

“Well hello, strangers!” he said, his voice jolly. “I’m afraid you’ve come ‘round at an inopportune time. A boarder of mine has become quite ill.”

“That’s precisely why I’m here, sir. I’m Dr. Altonicus Krolik. My youngest brother Jax is the one who’s fallen ill. May I please enter? I’d like to assist.”

Kali fought a smile despite herself. It was always quite amusing hearing her husband use his “doctor voice.” So very serious.

Kinger allowed them into the manor, Alton glancing around at the clutter before turning following him up the stairs towards the guest wing of the house.

“I should warn you, it is rather… aromatic in that room.” Kinger warned.

“That’s par for the course in my line of work, Mr. Rooker. But the warning is appreciated.” Alton said.

Kinger nodded, opening the door to the guest room. Alton stepped inside and immediately understood what Kinger meant. He was hit with a heavy, acrid stench, the unmistakable smell of someone having vomited. Kali let out a short exhalation and covered her mouth and nose.

The guest room was rather paltry in terms of decoration, only a red threadbare rug over the wooden floor. The furniture in the room consisted of a writing desk, piled high with papers of all description, on the left wall, a chest of drawers on the right wall, a bookshelf on the wall opposite the door, and a bed in the top left corner on a plain pinewood frame with white sheets, a single pillow and a gray woolen blanket. A curtainless window stood unopened beside the chest of drawers. Beside the door hung a small clock, the pendulum making a light “tap-top” sound with each swing.

Pomni Shutnyk sat beside the bed, having drawn up the desk chair and taken a book to read from the shelf. Said book appeared to be the most recent issue of a literary journal, and she dog-eared her page and set it down on the desk. She appeared to have put something under her nose. Liniment ointment, more than likely, to fight off the odor. In the bed lay Jax, draped in the blanket up to his chin and trembling severely. He sucked in breaths through chattering teeth, his eyes wide and wet, and stared thousand of miles away. His fur was damp with perspiration as were the sheets and pillow he laid on. Beside the bed lay a large mop pail, presumably for him to be sick into.

“Dr. Krolik. Thank goodness. I’m glad you could make the journey. I assume Kali has told you everything?” Pomni asked.

“I am up to speed. But is it true Jax has had no opium in almost 24 hours?” Alton moved over to the side of the bed, sitting in the desk chair and opening his bag.

“Yes, hence his current state.,.” Pomni said.

Altonicus pulled on some gloves and removed a number of vials, a few syringes and bandages, a thermometer and one tincture bottle of laudanum from his bag. He placed the thermometer under Jax’s tongue with feeble resistance, the glass clinking rapidly in his quaking jaw. He unscrewed the cap of the laudanum and filled the dropper about halfway up with the brown medicine. Pomni let out a soft gasp.

“Dr. Krolik, please don’t tell me you’re giving him opium..! The whole point of this ordeal is to-”

“With all due respect, I am a doctor, Ms. Shutnyk. I understand and appreciate that you’re well read, but I’m afraid your plan here is a might misguided.” Alton replied sternly. He placed the dropper back in the bottle and turned to his shuddering sibling, kneeling at his side and adopting a soothing tone of voice. “Jax? It’s me, it’s your eldest brother Altonicus. Are you with us, Jax?”

Jax flicked his eyes to Alton, but said nothing, appearing to look straight through him. Alton sighed a bit, taking out the thermometer.

“103.6. We need to lower that temperature posthaste. How many drops of laudanum does he normally take?” He asked anyone in the room.

Pomni spoke up. “I’ve seen him take two, but I find it quite imprudent to be giving-”

“Pomni. Again, I say this with the utmost respect. Hush.”

Alton’s deadly serious tone made Pomni close her mouth immediately.

He withdrew the dropper from the tincture bottle and gently tilted up Jax’s chin, opening his mouth. He placed a single drop of laudanum on Jax’s tongue, then ever so slightly pinched the rubber bladder of the dropper, pushing out a small bead of tincture on the end of the glass tube. He placed the bead onto Jax’s tongue and then replaced the dropper in the bottle, getting to his feet with a grunt of effort.

“I understand your goal, Ms. Shutnyk. The strategy you’ve adopted is known colloquially as ‘quitting cold turkey.’ Unfortunately, the complete cessation of a habit-forming narcotic is extremely dangerous. With some medications, halting the use of them completely can result in fits, or even death.”

“Death?” Pomni echoed.

“Now, opium withdrawal normally does not result in death, but, if we try the ‘cold turkey’ strategy, we run the risk of Jax violently relapsing from both cravings and to make the agony of withdrawal stop. And THAT could kill him.” Alton said.

Jax had gradually begun to stop trembling, lucidity somewhat returning to his eyes.

“A lightning cure…” Kinger said. “I suppose rabbitfolk do have a faster metabolism after all…”

“What I would recommend for addiction is a process called ‘tapering.’ There, we gradually reduce the dosage size of laudanum until he does not need it anymore. It is a much smoother and safer alternative, although it’s still quite unpleasant. You saw I gave him just one and a half drops instead of two? We’ll continue to reduce it over the next few days.”

“But… that will take longer, will there be enough time before the wedding?” Pomni asked.

“I’m not certain. Most likely, no, given how severe his dependency has become.” Alton said gravely. “But, I am willing to help you create a believable façade. I agree that my father needn’t know about any of this, or he’ll complicate things further.”

He knelt back down beside Jax. “Brother, what do you need? Are you back with us?”

Jax swallowed, shivered deeply and looked at Alton.

“…I’m quite cold.” he whispered.

Alton nodded, rising. “Very well. Then here is what must happen, everyone. Mr. Rooker, do you have spare sheets for this bed?”

“Hmm… I believe I do, yes. I’ll have to search for them.” Kinger said. “Or… have I thrown them away…?”

“Regardless, we need to strip the clothes from this bed and launder them. We will use whatever spares we have to keep Jax warm and dry while we do.” Alton turned to Kali. “Kali, I need you to get Jax into clean and dry clothes. I would do it, but I have to prepare his medicine. This isn’t too invasive for you, is it, dear?”

Kali shrugged. “I’m willing to do anything it takes to help. I am the reason he’s in this state anyway, aren’t I?”

“Nonsense,” Alton soothed. “But we shall discuss that later. Ms. Shutnyk, I assume from the bucket and the odor that Jax has been sick?”

“You are correct. Three times. I’ve rinsed the bucket each time.” Pomni replied.

“Then I’m entrusting you to perform general upkeep. Make sure Jax is hydrated and feed him when he can keep food down. If his cravings flare up, try and talk him through it if you can, although we can all help with that.”

“Feed him…?” Pomni echoed again. She was a dreadful cook. Zooble told her once that she could have patented “flammable water,” if such an invention weren’t utterly pointless.

“Remember that we’re rabbits, Ms. Shutnyk. Vegetables should suit him just fine.” Alton said with a smile. “Although I don’t believe he’ll want to eat anything tonight after all the distress he’s already been through. Very well, let’s get started. Mr. Rooker, you wouldn’t happen to have a telegraph, would you?”

“I believe so! I hope it still works…” Kinger said.

“I’ll have to send a telegram to the hospital tomorrow to let them know I’ll be unavailable… medicine first and foremost, though.” Alton said. He began to prepare some syringes.

Kali helped Jax to his feet. His nightshirt was damp with sweat and he took tiny, shuffling steps to walk. He held a hand to his head and groaned.

“I’m… sorry, Jax. I thought I was doing the right thing by having you stop entirely.” Pomni admitted, looking at the floor.

“…How long… How long have you been sat there looking after me..?” Jax mumbled.

“Since you laid down around one this afternoon. So…” she checked the clock. “Six and a half hours or so.”

Jax looked at Pomni blearily. For a moment or two he stared, but then he gained his familiar Cheshire grin.

“You’ve certainly grown to care for me in a short timespan, haven’t you?” he drawled.

Pomni felt herself blush. Why that insolent little…!

The grin slid from Jax’s face as he pressed his hand to his temple again, groaning.

“Come along, you rascal, I’ll help you into something dry so you can rest again.” Kali said, although she also wore an unmistakable smile.

The two of them slowly made their way into the washroom. Pomni shook her head, rolled her eyes and felt the corners of her mouth point upwards.

“Honestly…” she muttered. She went to fetch the largest glass she could find to fill with water. It would take a good amount of self-restraint to not tip the contents over his head.

#the amazing digital circus #funnybunny #tadc pomni #tadc jax #jax x pomni #oh no cringe #tadc arranged marriage au #tadc oc #tadc kinger #tw addiction #don’t do drugs kids #whump

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smileydk · 1 year ago

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Road Trip + Neck kisses

Pairing: Non-Idol!Wooyoung x Best-Friend!OC

Summary: Jiwoo's best friend, Wooyoung, decides to shoot his shot with his friend, who he's been in love with since they were 10. Only he doesn't know the feelings are mutual + 99-liners and reader are 19, Jongho is 18 and the 98-liners are 20

Note: I kind of spiraled in the end and added… a proposal! Yay… 😁… and to everyone who got tagged. I sincerely apologize :) I needed to make up some usernames for the end…

cw/tw: hickeys, hints towards sex, kisses, make-out session.

''Jiwoo, you're in the back since you're... tiny'' Yunho stated as he was quick to sit down in the driver's seat.

''Fuck you'' She pouted.

Mingi was given the passanger seat since he was the tallest after Yunho. San, Yeosang and Jongho sat down in the row behind them. Seonghwa and Hongjoong sat in the second middle row, the seat between them being filled with snacks. This only left the last row to Jiwoo and Wooyoung, and the luggage.

''Why do we have so much luggage? We're going camping for two days'' Jiwoo asked as she took her seat in Wooyoung's lap.

''Because someone-'' Hongjoong shot a pointed look at San. ''-needed to bring his whole bathroom with him for two days in the forest''

Jiwoo chuckled at San as he looked very offended by the comment.

'' You’re just jealous because my hair’s better than yours! Don't come crying ot me when you wake up tomorrow and look like… you!''

Jiwoo’s laughter continued as the two bickered. Her laughter faded as Wooyoung's arm snuck around her waist as some kind of seatbelt.

''Tell me if I'm too heavy and I'll sit on San's hair products'' Jiwoo mumbled quietly as her breath caught in her throat.

''You weigh literally nothing'' The man replied and leaned back, pulling his friend with him.

As Jiwoo sat leaned against Wooyoung's stomach, she couldn't help but blush as she felt his abs pressing against her lower back.

Sure, the man wasn't ridicolously fit, but he was just enough. And Jiwoo, personally, prefered Wooyoung's physique over some super fit muscle man.

Since the ride to the forest was almost four hours, most of the guys had fallen sleep. Yunho was currently surviving on caffein and Mingi's constant chatter about... different things each minute, but mostly about how tired he was.

''Mingi, for god's sake! If you're tired, sleep instead of annoying me'' Yunho snapped as he turned onto a smaller road.

There was still another two hours left to the drive and Yunho did not wanna listen to Mingi's chatter anymore.

Jiwoo, who wasn't tired at all, chuckled at their bickering. She couldn’t judge them. They lived together and now they were locked into a car together for four hours. They were bound to snap at some point.

Yunho's snapping however proved to be very effective on the man as he fell silent. A moment later his head fell against the car window and snores were heard.

The only ones awake were Jiwoo, Yunho and Wooyoung. Yunho was very focused on the road since it was very small. Well, you couldn't even call it a road, it was a small gravel path, and the car was hired. Meaning he couldn't damage it at all, or it'll cost him.

Wooyoung wrapped both his arms around Jiwoo even tighter as the road became more wiggly, since she didn't have a seatbelt. And because he knew the other guys would kill him if he let the girl die, especially her brother Seonghwa.

Jiwoo was scrolling through instagram, pouting to herself as her feed consisted of her other freinds and their partners. Some more appropriate than others.

Her best friend, Ara, had posted a picture of her neck filled with hickeys, as well as her boyfriends lips still attached to her neck.

''Neck kisses from my boo are the best''

She liked the post and opened the comments. She chuckled as most of her single friends had commented. Mostly about how jealous they were. Jiwoo decided to be petty and copy them.

''Ara, you're making the rest of us jealous! You can only share this with your taken friends!

It only took a minute before Ara had replied to the comment.

''Come on Jiwoo~ don't be jealous, just find a good guy and ask! I recommend Wooyoung since you've been in love with him for like 8 years!''

Jiwoo sighed and chuckled. She liked the comment and turned her phone off.

Wooyoung, whose head rested on Jiwoo's shoulder, raised an eyebrow as he read the comments. Sure, it wasn't nice looking at others phones, but they were talking about him after all. He must have had some kind of right to spy, right?

Yunho took a peek in the rearview mirror and smirked. He re-angled it and turned his focus back to the road.

''So, you like neck kisses, eh?'' Wooyoung chuckled as he leaned back.

''Yah, don't read my odd comments!'' Jiwoo pouted and put her phone in the pocket on the back of the seat in front of her.

As she leaned forward Wooyoung let out a hiss. ''Don't do that''

''What?'' Jiwoo was completely clueless. She wasn't even pretending to be innocent, she didn't understand.

''Don't move around so much~'' He wrapped his arms back around her waist and held her in a firm grip

''Wha- oh'' She blushed as she felt exactly why he whined.

He laid his head back on her shoulder. His lips were right by the girl's ears. ''Wanna try out the neck kisses?'' He ran his nose along her neck, smirking as she shuddered and goosebumps grew on her skin.

Jiwoo didn't know what to do. Sure, she'd been in love with the man for eight years, but she was a little unsure of what they could start since she didn't want to wreck their friendship.

They had always been a flirty duo. Pick-up lines, teasing, perverted jokes.

She was slightly impressed that he kept his cool and didn't jump at the chance. ''Come on, Princess~ I need an answer''

''Such a gentleman'' She patted his cheek. ''Sure, if you want to''

Wooyoung let out the breath he was holding and pressed a light kiss to Jiwoo's neck.

Jiwoo was embarrassed as she let out a small sigh of satisfaction. Her hand flew up to silence her sounds.

The sigh however only encouraged Wooyoung's kisses. He continued pressing kisses to her neck wherever he could reach. Jiwoo tilted her head slightly, giving Wooyoung more access to her neck.

Wooyoung's cocky smirk only grew as her body responded to his action. He pushed her hair to the side and continued leaving kisses all over her neck and throat.

The girl's eyes widened as she could feel him slowly getting more frisky and confident.

She put her index finger in her mouth and bit down as he started sucking and nibbling slightly on her neck. ''Fuck~''

''Yunho's never gonna let us live this down'' Wooyoung mumbled as he removed his lips from Jiwoo's neck. He smiled at his art piece.

''No he is not! And he will tell all of their friends and the girl’s brother, so that they will tease them as well'' Yunho replied from the driver's seat.

Jiwoo chuckled and leaned back, resting her head on Wooyoung's shoulder. ''You look so good in black hair'' She mumbled and ran her hand through his newly black-dyed hair.

''Do you mean my oreo hair was ugly?'' Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, knowing very well that wasn't what she meant, but he was a born tease.

''No, but your black hair makes you much more sexy- I don't know why'' Jiwoo smiled and ran her thumb along his jawline. She allowed her hand to continue down his neck before going back up.

''That tickles'' Wooyoung whined.

''Sorry''

She however continued tracing the boy. Her fingers reached his lips and she smiled. ''Oh my god, you have a mole on your lip'' She smiled and took a closer look.

''I know'' Wooyoung chuckled at her excitement. He wondered how she’d never seen it before. He grabbed her hand and kissed her index finger.

''And one here'' She smiled and poked the mole under his left eye.

''Stop it, it tickles'' Wooyoung continued whining.

''So... this tickles as well?'' Jiwoo smirked and leaned closer and copied what he'd done earlier, running her nose along his neck.

''Yes, but not in the same way'' He shuddered.

''And what about... this?'' She pressed a light kiss to his neck.

Wooyoung sighed. The kiss was too light for his satisfaction. He wanted her to paint his neck, much like he'd done to hers.

Jiwoo seemed to have understood the sigh as she pressed another kiss to his neck. She chuckled to herself as she could feel his arms tightening around her waist.

She only took it as encouragement.

She continued leaving kisses all over his neck, occasionally leaving a hickey. Jiwoo smirked to herself as he whined quietly.

As her lips left the boy's neck she, much like he'd done previously, smiled at her art piece.

''Damn, I should be an artist''

Jiwoo smiled as she just held Wooyoung's face in her hands, admiring the man. She ran her thumbs over his high cheekbones.

As her eyes travelled across his face they stopped on his lips. ''You really need some chaptstick'' She dug through her pocket and found one. ''Pout''

Wooyoung chuckled and did as he was told. Jiwoo held his jaw in a soft, yet firm grip, as she applied the chapstick. She finished and put the chapstick back in her bag.

''I think you need some as well'' Wooyoung mumbled before grabbing her neck and pulling her in for a real kiss.

At first shock took over her body. But as soon as the shock faded away she kissed back. None of them could help the dorky smiles that grew on their lips as they kissed.

They both had been waiting for this for almost 10 years.

Wooyoung pulled away and smiled sweetly. ''After our little camping trip I'm taking you on a real date, princess''

''That I'll hold you to''

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@p.jw_notofficial: To quote Ara, Neck kisses from my boo are the best

@j.yh_official: We’ve been waiting for eight years! It’s about time

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ shut up! You did not!

@p.sh_official: not something I needed to see nor know…

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ well, brother dearest, feel free to block me anytime 💋💋💋

@k.hj_official: never make out in the car again! At least not when I’m around!

@j.wy_official: ^^ dude, you were sleeping as if you were dead. There’s no way in hell you knew what was going on!

@k.hj_official: ^^ doesn’t matter if I was dead! Yunho told me and now I need bleach for my brain!

@c.s_official: As Yunho said, ABOUT DAMN TIME! Now, when do we hear the wedding bells?

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ whenever Wooyoung grows a pair and proposes (and I say this simply because he makes more money than me. If I were to propose, he’d get a ring pop)

@p.sh_official: ^^ better not be anytime soon! And he better ask for permission!

@s.mg_official: whoop! Party! Finally!

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ very original comment…

@c.jh_official: Supporting as long as you don’t fuck in my bed, kiss or make out in front of me, and won’t make me babysit in the future.

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ babysit!? How far in the future are you!? I don’t even know what I’m gonna eat for lunch in a week!

@k.ys_official: when did this happen?

@j.wy_official: ^^ Hyung, you’re the most clueless person to ever walk the face of the earth… ladies and gentlemen, Kang Yeosang!

@k.ys_official: ^^ if we listened to EVERYTHING you said Wooyoung, there’d be no time for anything else

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@j.wy_official: I wanted the blue one😔

Oh yeah, and we got engaged when Seonghwa was in another country :)))

@p.jw_notofficial: fuck, that means I have to change my username-

@j.wy_official: ^^ is it really that much of a chore?

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ yes… and the blue one was yummy…

@p.sh_official: WHAT!? How dare- I mean… congrats sis…

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ either be nice or you won’t be the best man

@p.sh_official: ^^ sorry…

@c.s_official: I wanna be the maid of honor!

@j.yh_official: ^^ NO! I’m better because I’m tall!

@c.s_official: ^^ people prefer dogs. Not giraffes

@j.yh_official: ^^ I only agree with the fact that you’re a dog. And btw, giraffes are amazing!

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ okay… San you’re my maid of honor… for now at least… and Yunho can be the flower girl :)

@c.jh_official: as I stated previously. I’m not a free babysitter in the future. I’ll happily take $20 a kid/hour

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ don’t you love us!? I’m gonna tell my kids you’re a mean uncle

@c.jh_official: ^^ good, then they won’t annoy me :)

@s.mg_official: I am so gonna have the most epic entrance ever seen at a wedding!

@j.wy_official: ^^ upstage me and you won’t see much of the wedding at all

@k.hj_official: congratulations! I wish you all the best! And cute babies :)))

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ first normal comment. Thank you 💋

@k.ys_official: will there be chocolate croissants?

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ only for you Yeosang!

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aggressivelyaverage21 · 6 months ago

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One Shot - "One of Those Nights" Years after her service to the OCS ended, Beatrice sometimes struggled. Who better to comfort her wife than one Ava Silva?

An exploration of what their life might have looked like after it all as they navigate mental health struggles, and aging, and loving eachother.

Ava rolls over in her -- their -- bed, only for her arm to fall soft to the now cool mattress beneath it where her very warm, very not memory foam, wife should be. Lately it's felt more and more like her bed, especially at this hour. An hour that Ava hardly needed to roll back over and look at her phone to confirm -- 0345 -- and ' yes Bea, will have my phone in bed, because how else am I supposed to know what time it is when you sneak out' she heaves a sigh.

Sad. Tired. Aching for her wife. Her wife who was struggling with ghosts that haunted and futures that never would come to pass.

Beatrice got like this a few times a year.

It was predictable. It was survivable . It was completely outside of her fault or control. But sometimes, sometimes something would trigger something in Beatrice, and God did Ava hate that word.

But it, according to the therapist, was the appropriate use actually.

It was less violent than a trigger pull. Not that pulling a trigger was violent - a mere bend of a finger a few centimeters, but what happened after certainly was. Beatrice knew that all too well.

And well, maybe come to think of it, it was exactly the right word.

Because Bea would see something or someone who maybe looked a little like Shannon on a hard day at work, or hear a song that Mary would make them all listen to on the way home from missions in the grocery store. Or any number of "annoyingly nostalgic happenstances" (Bea's words obviously).

Sometimes it was less of that sweet hurt only loving something like that could bring, and more to do with other parts of their former life. Maybe it was a quick startle that had Beatrice’s adrenaline spiking just the wrong way for a moment remembering one of those more violent times. A noise. A motion. A smell.

It wasn’t anything like Beatrice spiraling immediately into a fit of chest heaving breaths and frantic eyes. Though that happened occasionally at the beginning. No. Usually it looked like nothing, because that startle response had been trained out of Beatrice. But, like anyone who had ever spoken to her wife knew, Beatrice had a fucking brilliant brain, and that brain liked to think - well over think in these cases.

Hours later, Beatrice would be stuck on those thoughts. Memories. Regrets. And she would slip into missing them, or running through missions over and over. Unable to make the broken record of it all just stop.

So, it wasn’t immediate. Not like a bullet after a trigger. It was a slow, sometimes avoidable, creep toward the same end.

A bloodied soul that ached from the holes torn through it with more devastation as they traveled then when they first entered and scar tissue couldn’t ever really quite fill them the same.

Which then led to the not sleeping. The struggling to put thoughts to words to speech. The paralyzation between trying to put thoughts to feelings or feelings to thoughts.

To Beatrice's credit, she always got help. She reached out to her therapist. She tried her best to communicate with Ava. She talked to ‘Mother’ because calling her Suzanne never settled quite right with her, or Camilla or Lilith. She tried all the strategies she'd gained over the years to help. And they usually did, but there were always a few days where those bandages didn’t quite fit the proverbial bullet holes.

Today was one of those days.

KEEP READING

#warrior nun #wn #sister beatrice #save warrior nun #ava silva #ava silva x sister beatrice #avatrice #navigating mental health struggles #it's soft and sweet I promise #emotional hurt/comfort

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daughter-of-melpomene · 2 months ago

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Plot Bunny Game: Descendants, Ben and Mal ship?

Thanks so much for this, Charlie!! Gonna tag the rest of the Descendants gang @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @ginger-grimm, @auxiliarydetective, and @ginevrastilinski-ocs!! <3

NAME: RaeLynn Fitzherbert.

LOVE INTERESTS: Ben Beast + Mal Bertha.

SUMMARY: RaeLynn had always known that, despite being friends with the crown prince of Auradon her whole life, she was never going to be the one to marry him. It didn’t matter that she was of appropriate status to marry him, as the oldest princess and heir to the kingdom of Corona, or that she and Ben had gotten along like a house on fire since they were just babies in their cribs, or that Ben’s actual girlfriend was kind of an awful person - he and Audrey had been betrothed to each other since they were only toddlers, and that was enough to ensure that, no matter how close he and RaeLynn were or how either of them felt, they were both too bound by duty to ever be together. Which definitely sucks, considering that RaeLynn has had a big fat crush on her best friend for a few years now, but when Ben finally fulfills his dream of bringing some kids to Auradon from the Isle of the Lost and RaeLynn finds herself becoming close to the purple-haired daughter of Maleficent, she begins to hope that she might finally be able to let Ben go… only for that same girl to be the reason Ben finally breaks up with Audrey and be the subject of a very public love confession. Which definitely does not serve to make RaeLynn’s situation suck any less; it just makes her very, very confused.

EXTRA INFO:

Granted, I am not generally a fan of love triangles… except when they end in polyamory, which this one does!

Basically RaeLynn’s had a crush on Ben since they were in middle school, but Ben never developed feelings for her until their freshman year at Auradon Prep, and by then he’s already been betrothed to Audrey for years and he doesn’t want to disappoint his parents by backing out of it, so basically they’re both doing their best to hide their feelings because of their duties and because neither of them thinks the other feels the same - and then, of course, in comes Mal and the VKs.

RaeLynn’s heartbroken when Ben and Mal get together because she doesn’t realize Ben has a spell on him, but Mal very quickly started to develop feelings for RaeLynn after arriving in Auradon, and by the time the whole coronation situation happens she’s realized that Ben feels the same way about the princess and they agree to approach RaeLynn about starting a relationship - which, of course, goes very well!

She doesn’t have very much of her mother’s artistic ability, but she does have her otherworldly singing voice, a bit of a leftover from the sundrop flower’s magic. She’s been invited to sing at every school event and talent show since she was young, and though her voice doesn’t have any healing properties, anyone who hears it can’t help but stop to listen.

Did I name her after a country singer? Yes, yes I did.

send me a fandom and a faceclaim/love interest and i’ll make an oc!!

#asks about my ocs #ask game plot bunnies #oc: raelynn fitzherbert

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walder-138 · 7 months ago

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NEW OC: ABBEY FOSTER (PART ONE: BACKSTORY ONLY)

With the collapse of the US government, organized crime, human trafficking, and domestic terrorism are at an all time high. The FBI, though weakened and lacking its former authority, still strives to crack down on these vicious acts and bring some sense of safety to this hellhole formerly known as the US.

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of cult brainwashing, abuse, homo/biphobia, and overall a LOT of fucked up shit.

(Also a lot of yapping)

ABBEY FOSTER (EXTREMELY RUSHED!)

[Circa 1950]

She was a crack baby; mother was a hooker that had a religious epiphany when she found out she was pregnant. She carried ‘Abbey’ to full term, and gave birth to her in a motel somewhere in Arizona. [Jane Doe] knew she couldn’t take care of her, and there were no records of the mother taking ‘Abbey’ to a hospital or clinic.

[Jane Doe] came into contact with what she believed was a religious organization that provided guidance and shelter to troubled individuals. They convinced her to give them ‘Abbey’, so that they could provide the baby with appropriate care. [Jane Doe]’s whereabouts are unknown as of May 6th, 1985. Presumed dead.

After [REDACTED] took ‘Abbey’ from her mother, she would spend the next 10 years being indoctrinated into what was a cult. They called her Miriam. [REDACTED] raised her to believe that the government was controlling its citizens through subliminal messenges broadcasted through radios or televisions, drugging their food, and brainwashing them through their education system.

‘Abbey’ was obedient, and as a child in [REDACTED], would never go against the leader’s teachings. Despite that, her best friend, Lorelei, was known as a rebel. There was always conflict between the two, as Lorelai was 10 when she was introduced into the cult and still held onto her free will. The duo would be attached at the hip and completely inseparable.

[CIRCA 1965]

When they were 15, Lorelei found a Ronettes record while cleaning out a lieutenant’s room, and brought it back to her and ‘Abbey’s shared bunk. ‘Abbey’ immediately told Lorelei that they should report it to the leader, but Lorelei swore they’d only listen to one song, then report it to one of the leaders. ‘Abbey’ caved, and they put the record in their shared 8-track

Well, what was supposed to be one song turned into them dancing together through the entire album. And they winded up sharing a kiss. That, consequently, caused them to miss dinner, and since ‘Abbey’ rarely missed anything, they knew something was up.

One of the other children (fucking snitch) found Lorelei and ‘Abbey’ in each other’s arms, and called over a [REDACTED] lieutenant and alerted them of the ‘sinful acts’ they were doing with each other.

It was seen as such a ‘terrible offense’, that the lieutenant took it up with the leader. Instantly, he blamed the whole situation on Lorelei, but it didn’t mean ‘Abbey’ got away with it.

To purge the devil out of herself, the leader told ‘Abbey’ that she needed to slit her neck. The girl wasn’t used to disobedience, and felt extremely guilty and disgusted with herself, that she did it with little hesitation. It left her with a permanent scar across her throat.

However, what ‘Abbey’ went through was only a slap on the wrist compared to the hell they put Lorelei through. Shortly after she healed, ‘Abbey’ was taken to a dark rubber room with Lorelei. Lorelei was strapped to a chair, beaten up and almost unrecognizable.

‘Abbey’ lied limply on the floor, watching as the leader entered, accompanied by a woman wearing a surgical mask and gloves.

The leader gently lifted ‘Abbey’s chin up, and told her, “You were pure, Miriam. You may have atoned, but you’ll never be pure again. Your soul’s tainted, and you’ll learn now what’ll happen if you continue down this path of ruin.”

The leader signaled to the woman, grabbed Lorelei’s head, and watched ‘Abbey’ as the ice pick penetrated her prefrontal lobe, performing a lobotomy. (sudden cut; I need to post this or else I’ll never finish it lmao)

annnnnnddddddd i’m done for the night. Thanks for reading! As always, if you have any questions or tips for improvement, feel free to tell me!

#oc stuff #oc #my ocs #original character #original universe #my oc #my oc character #no not my pookie bear #abbey foster

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jeongyunhoed · 7 months ago

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As seen on my FF.net

Following the events of fifth year, a new adventure awaits for Norah Lee. Boys, exams, school events, common room parties, and old foes outside of Hogwarts. Even battling pensieve guardians was easier than this.

Main Pair: OC/? Genre: Adventure/Angst/Fluff (it's a little of everything, tbh)

KEEP IN MIND: Characters are aged up (even if the story's got them in sixth year) to make it more appropriate. Time period is leaning towards the modern day so in case you might find anachronisms in the dialogue or references, this is why. This may also be quite a lengthy fic too.

BE WARNED: Social anxiety, mentions of blood and injury, grief, drinking, kissing but nothing more than that, death (this is Hogwarts Legacy, after all)

P.P.S: Sorry if the previous chapters seemed unformatted. I literally copy-pasted everything from my FF.net to here.

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Chapter 5

"Does it get any more cozy than Hogsmeade?" Norah muttered to herself when she stepped inside the archway that marked the entrance of the village. Ernie Lark was once again conducting the enchanted musical instruments in front of one other shop, already getting a whiff of the sweet smells of pastries and treats emanated from its windows all the way from Honeydukes. There were more people than usual, perhaps lining up near Sprintwitches for broom upgrades after its shopkeeper Albie Weekes promoted posters for it. Dropping a few coins into the hat, she walked ahead, stopping by Steepley & Sons to see if she could probably stop for tea.

She wouldn't dare to go inside Madam Puddifoot's tea shop just yet, knowing that the place was full of couples on dates. The sickly sweet pink decor definitely provided a sappy couple setting for its patrons. Maybe one day, she'll go there on a date. Just maybe. Perhaps with the one she felt strongly for.

Norah turned her thoughts back to one big reason why she was in Hogsmeade during her free period. She was planning to see if of ' Potions needed any deliveries made. It was a way for her to follow on the lead Sebastian gave her the other evening, all the while making a few galleons along the way.

As she walked on, she said hello to several others who noticed her. That included Betty Bugbrooke, whose unicorn Hazel she was now taking care of. Norah informed her that Hazel has been thriving inside the vivarium with the other beasts, even handing her a sample of unicorn hair she got from brushing her.

"Oh, thank you, I miss Hazel every day, but I'm happy to know that she's doing so well, that stubborn girl," Betty smiled, holding the vial close. "You're very kind for remembering me for this."

Norah smiled. "It's no trouble at all. You found Hazel first, I thought you'd want to know how she's doing now."

Norah bid her goodbye and continued walking on, noticing Garreth Weasley about to go inside Honeydukes when he saw her as well. He approached her, his expression somewhat softening. "Hello Norah," He said.

"Hi Garreth. Still looking for billywig stings?" She teased.

A pink tinge appeared on his cheeks. "Just a few more and my brew will be done...again," He muttered. "It'll be done in time for the party next weekend. I hope you'll come."

"You do realize you're entering through the front and not the back, right?"

Garreth grinned. "I've managed to make a deal anyways. A few of those stings in exchange for a few errands at the back. He's surprisingly supportive once I told him what I planned on doing. Think Sirona might give my brew a go?"

"It's worth a try, you'll never know," Norah nodded.

"Thanks. I'll do just that. What brings you here?" He asked curiously.

"Oh, well, just looking around. I might help out again since he asked me to do a delivery for him last time," She shrugged. She wasn't sure how he'd react if she told him she was following a lead to Keenbridge. She needed a reason to go there after all.

Her reply seemed to convince the red-headed male. "Alright then. I'll see you back at the castle, yeah?" He said. "Oh, uh, would you be doing anything when you get back?"

"I...don't know, I'm wondering that myself," Norah said. "You need help with Transfiguration?" She teased.

A slight tinge of pink appeared on Garreth's cheeks. "Perhaps. You know my aunt. She's doubling down on me lately because I passed her subject."

Norah chuckled. "Well, if you think I can help you, just let me know, hmm?"

"I will, I will. I'll hold you to that, sure," He said.

Norah bid goodbye and turned to leave, stopping by the vendor selling copies of the Daily Prophet. Harlow was still last spotted in Keenbridge, the photo only showing the terrified witnesses. She quickened her steps further into the village, stopping when she arrived at the potions shop. As she had expected, the proprietor himself was hunched over the cauldrons at the back, all of which were brewing several different colors of potions.

"Oh hello, good to see you again. What'll it be?" He asked. "I've just finished a batch of pepperup potions if you need to cure a cold. Memory potions too if you want to retain whatever you'll learn in class."

"Actually, I've come to ask if you'd need any deliveries done. I was on my way to-" Norah didn't want to reveal where she planned to go just yet. If she did, he might have sensed that she was going to face off against Harlow again and word would get out. "Feldcroft to check in on someone."

"Well, that would be nice. I've got two bottles of cough potion to bring to a family in Aranshire and if you can, I've got three vials of the dreamless sleep potion for a lady in Brocburrow," He took out the vials and handed them over to her. "The delivery fee will all be yours if you do. I still have to keep an eye on these other potions I'm brewing."

"Got it. I'll deliver all of these today," Norah agreed, keeping the bottles into her small satchel.

Norah made a mental note to write to Anne before leaving Hogsmeade, just to let her know that if she was asked, she was coming to visit her. She went down the same route again, thinking that to fly would be better than to simply apparate straight to the hamlet. She had all day anyway. She also hoped Anne wouldn't tell Sebastian what she planned to do just yet.

She missed the feeling of flying long distances. As much as she appreciated the speed that floo flames took her, there was still something calming about taking the scenic route to wherever she planned to go. Yes, even if it meant dealing with goblin loyalists or poachers or even evil beasts along the way. Perhaps there were still hidden ancient magic spots for her to tap into.

As Norah took to the air, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, wanting to savor the moment before leaning forward in her flight towards Aranshire. Hopefully the owl would come to Anne in time before Sebastian or anyone else asked.

It wasn't long before she arrived in Aranshire, being greeted by its residents, including Crispin Dunne, who often had business in the hamlet.

"The absconder assassin! How are you?" Edgar Adley greeted her the moment she was spotted. "What brings you here to our hamlet?"

Norah smiled and took out the bottles of cough potion. "Just here on an errand for . Two cough potions bound for Aranshire," She immediately spotted the woman who needed it, having been waving at her when she was informed that the potions would be arriving soon. She immediately thanked the woman who handed her a few hundred coins.

"I hope you're doing well, protecting yourself too," Edgar pointed out after noticing the exchange. "With Harlow on the loose and all."

"Don't worry, Mr. Adley, I'll be fine. I'm not afraid at all," Norah shook her head. She knew it. If Harlow wanted her, all he needed to do was come to her.

"You know, for someone as young as you, to have to do that already, I wouldn't be surprised if you became an auror now. I'll hold you to that," Edgar pointed out as she placed her broom into her satchel. "In fact, I'll bet you a butterbeer you become an auror when you leave Hogwarts."

"You have a deal," Norah smiled. "Best be on my way, it was nice seeing you and Mr. Dunne again," She said.

The sound of a whip cracking later and she apparated into Brocburrow.

Sebastian, after having managed to go through his detention period that day, rushed back to his friend in the common room. Once again, Ominis had taken it upon himself to trick the first-years into waiting for mermaids. "Alright, alright, that's enough you all, go and have fun elsewhere," Sebastian shooed away the hopeful looking students from the window. "You really need new hobbies other than get their hopes up."

"At least what I'm doing doesn't get me in detention often," Ominis pointed out. "But I don't know whether you sound either excited or worried."

"Both," Sebastian said, holding up a piece of parchment. "Anne said Norah was coming to see her."

"And? Isn't that nice?" Ominis said. "Although it does seem unlike her to suddenly want to visit Anne. She only goes if we're going-"

"If you're thinking what I'm thinking, then we'll need to head to Keenbridge before she gets herself into any trouble," Sebastian said, and the two of them rushed into their rooms to change into more casual wear.

It was in a situation like this that Sebastian and Ominis learned (again) how stubborn she could get. And they had once or twice expressed their annoyance at how she always felt like she had to go at something like this alone. Of course they understood her reasons, but if their adventure into the Scriptorium and the catacombs meant anything, it was that they worked better all together. Even with Natty, Poppy, and Amit.

Even Anne understood this side of Norah from the time they spent together, and privately expressed her worries to them. It took spending more time with her for Anne to even start to forgive Sebastian.

The two boys fled the common room, with Ominis quickly letting his wand guide him to where Sebastian was going. "Where are we going exactly?" The blonde asked, trying to keep up with him.

"Keenbridge. I suspect Norah's in Brocburrow now," Sebastian held up the letter again, having never let it go while they made their way to the central hall. "Anne said she was doing potion deliveries for on her way. At least she told Anne she was on her way."

Ominis cursed under his breath as they walked past several girls who immediately giggled upon seeing them. "I told her last year, there is such a thing as trying too hard."

"Yeah, and look what happened, she's the hero of Hogwarts," Sebastian said, once they were finally in the grounds. He too, didn't take notice of how several groups of girls were eyeing him as well as Ominis.

"Hey, what's gotten you two in a rush?" They bumped into Imelda, proudly clad in their house quidditch uniform. Naturally, Imelda served as the new team captain of their house team. "If you're looking for Norah, we spotted her going into Hogsmeade."

"Yes, we know," Ominis replied as the two of them approached the floo flame.

"If you see her, tell her we'll still need a chaser," Imelda reminded them. "She's got a spot on the team."

"Keenbridge," Sebastian muttered, and one by one, the two of them disappeared.

They soon appeared at the entrance of the hamlet, next to the floo flame, the two of them looking around for a sign of Norah. "Merlin, this girl's going to be the death of me," Ominis muttered, his wand guiding him and following Sebastian, who was trying to spot signs of the girl.

"Merlin, she's going to drive me mad," Sebastian frowned as they approached the nearest merchant, Fatimah Lawang. "She's going to drive us mad."

Even with the concern, Sebastian was trying not to be so excited about this pursuit, his heart racing with excitement at what they were going to do. But it wasn't the only reason why he got so excited.

He first came to terms with his feelings a little after the House Cup in fifth year. Sebastian Sallow long accepted the fact that what he felt about Norah had crossed beyond friendship and into romantic territory. But after everything they've been through, from accidentally killing Solomon, to going through the catacombs and fighting trolls, how could he not care for her so intensely?

As much as Sebastian wanted to tell Norah how he felt about her, he knew their friendship was much too valuable to cross the line. Even when he felt the green-eyed beast of jealousy whenever other guys would go near her, he always tried to remind himself that she was his friend. Even if he told her how he felt, Sebastian knew that there was always a chance that she would only see him as a friend too.

What Sebastian didn't know was, Ominis had also fancied Norah. She was the reason why he often slipped away in the common rooms and wrote to Anne. He wanted her advice on how to approach her. Ominis was aware of his and his family's reputation. Anne, as he read, was incredibly supportive. Not wanting to tell Sebastian, he confided in Anne about his growing feelings. Anne, however, would continuously tell him to pluck up the courage to do so, or at the very least, attempt to ask her to the Yule Ball.

Ominis knew the risks if he were to confess his affection for her. Knowing full well the reputation his family held in the entire wizarding community, Norah would be incredibly out of his league. It would be even worse if his family found out. They would absolutely despise her even more than they already do. It already didn't help that there were some people in Hogwarts who thought she deserved to be with someone just as accomplished, or at the very least, not from a wizarding family known for the dark arts.

It was a pedestal Ominis thought was too high for him to reach.

"Hello, I was wondering if you have seen Norah? She's got brown hair down to her shoulders, possibly coming here on a broomstick?" Sebastian asked. "Or maybe on a hippogriff? Or even, possibly...a graphorn?"

Fatimah looked at the brunette boy incredulously. "No graphorns and hippogriffs have come here. And no, I haven't seen Norah come here. How is she, by the way?"

"She's doing very well. Drowning in our NEWT exams like the rest of us," Ominis spoke.

"Oh, I wouldn't be surprised if she becomes an auror. Or a curse-breaker even," She said. "Well, I've got potion ingredients for you if you are in need of any."

The blonde seemed to catch Sebastian off-guard when he asked Fatimah about the headlines on the news. "I don't suppose you have heard about Harlow? He was last seen here, according to the Daily Prophet."

Fatimah leaned toward them, keeping her voice low. "Oh yes, he was last seen here not too long ago. It was a dreadful sight. He looked all...ghastly, but he's still as dangerous as ever. I was about to clear up the stand for the day when there were explosions everywhere. He's managed to gather a few more ashwinders, fugitives now, to his cause. Even pilfered some barrels of drink and nearly cursed the barkeep."

"So you think there'll be more of them?" Sebastian asked this time.

"I wouldn't be surprised. They're still so desperate for their cause, those fiends. Even after Victor Rookwood's death, he plans to take power," Fatimah frowned. "The beasts are in danger once again."

"I take it he's able to cast wandless magic," Ominis said.

"Which makes him just as dangerous as ever," Fatimah said with a sigh. "If you two know what's best for you, you'll be sure to keep away from places where those poachers and ashwinders are near. I'd advise that we leave this to the authorities, but if Norah had to intervene, they wouldn't be doing any good, would they?"

Just then, they saw Norah dismount from her broomstick and tuck it away in her satchel. She stopped in her tracks upon seeing the two boys. "Oi!" She called out to them, brow raised, making them turn around.

Sebastian crossed his arms while Ominis tilted to face her. "That's not very ladylike, isn't it?" He teased, and Norah slapped his arm. "What brings you to Keenbridge?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing," Norah pointed out. "I was on my way to visit Anne. I just needed her opinion on something rather personal. Hello, Ms. Lawang," She greeted the potioneer behind them.

"Hello Norah, these two asked for you earlier, wondering if you came here on a hippogriff or graphorn," Fatimah chuckled.

Norah smiled. "Ah, well, Highwing and his Lordship are currently resting from playing with other beasts in my vivariums," She said, with Fatimah's eyes widening at her explanation. "They love playing with others, especially the diricrawl offsprings. Fwoopers love playing with Highwing."

Fatimah looked impressed. Sebastian couldn't help but look proud, and a slight smirk played across Ominis' features. "Back to the question, why'd you stop here if you were going to visit Anne?"

"Can't I stop here?" Norah asked. "What are you two doing here anyway? I thought you were in detention and Ominis...was just there," She said.

"Norah, we know why you're here," Ominis said bluntly. "And Harlow's not here anymore."

Norah's shoulders dropped. She turned back to the potioneer. "Ms. Lawang, would you have an idea of where he might have gone?"

"I'm afraid I don't. I barely managed to leave the hamlet with everything intact at the time."

She sighed and thanked the woman, opening her satchel once again to take out her broomstick as she turned to looked over across the river, where Keenbridge tower was located. It gave her an idea. But before she could take out her broomstick, Sebastian caught her wrist.

"I suppose you two were also looking for Harlow," Norah glanced at him and at Ominis.

"We just had a feeling we knew where to find you. You really ought to let us help you this time, you know," Sebastian replied.

Norah stared at them. "I would let you help if I was sure none of you would get hurt."

The naturally stoic expression Ominis had began to soften. Sebastian's expression also softened. Norah raised a brow at them, anticipating what they would say next. But both of them knew to make some assurance.

"I would help knowing that you wouldn't get hurt," Ominis spoke, taking a step forward. "You can't just throw yourself into this without knowing that there are people who will help you. You once told me when we looked for the Scriptorium that I had the same thoughts as my aunt Noctua, and that when she never made it there alone, we could do it together and we did."

It was Sebastian's turn to speak. "You've helped everyone around you, no matter how silly it might have been. At least let us return the favor. I'm pretty sure Fig would've wanted you to do that."

The thing was, Fig never got to tell her anything else. Norah put her broom back into her satchel. "If I let you help me in this, you will see why I want to keep all of you out of it and safe," She said, her voice low, making her way toward the bridge to cross it. Ominis and Sebastian followed her closely, agreeing amongst themselves that they needed to be prepared.

They approached the ruins of the abandoned Keenbridge tower. Norah cast revelio a few times, as if trying to check for anything suspicious until she found a set of footprints. Multiple sets of footprints. One particular set seemed to stagger. "Harlow," Sebastian muttered upon seeing it. "He went in here," He pointed to the broken down entrance. "But it's quiet."

"Too quiet," Ominis added, taking a step closer toward the ruins as if to let his wand pick up any presence. "I don't think there's anyone in there. I can't hear anything else at least."

"Alright, but we should still check to make sure it's clear," Norah said. She had some idea of how Harlow, Rookwood, and their empire moved. Perhaps it wasn't so different this time. She led the way, wand at the ready. She was trying to assure herself not to worry about Sebastian and Ominis tagging along. Norah knew they could handle themselves, with Sebastian being an especially skilled duellist. Still, they were her friends and she cared about them, the last thing she wanted was to see any of them get hurt.

Norah, Sebastian, and Ominis climbed up the porch, seeing the doors somewhat broken down. If it wasn't because of her having busted it open, it was likely because of something else. They heard a little rumble, as if of feet. They moved a little closer, Norah's arms a little outstretched, as if posed to shield the two boys behind her. "Protego" Sebastian whispered, his wand-bearing arm out from over her shoulder, shielding all three of them instead.

"If it isn't the hero of Hogwarts herself."

From the shadows behind the broken down four-poster bed emerged the man himself. Theophilus Harlow unsurprisingly, looked the way they suspected he would. His tall, stocky frame was replaced by an almost frail looking stature. He looked gaunt, as if a lot of years had been taken out of him, yet now, it seemed like he was gathering strength.

"Harlow," She said.

"Seems like you brought friends with you," A grin slowly appeared on his face. "I knew we'd meet again sooner or later," He coughed. "Didn't think it'd be a lot sooner."

"You managed to escape those dementors, you must be desperate," Norah tilted her head, her tone almost mocking. "Face it. Your business empire is no more. Horntail hall's dissolved. The authorities are all on the lookout for you."

Harlow forced a cackle that mostly came out as a cough. "That's what you think. Much like how I expected you to come here. You're just itching to play the hero again, aren't you?"

Ominis swallowed hard. "We're surrounded aren't we?" He said.

Soon enough, they heard loud cackles coming in from all directions as several masked poachers and ashwinders apparated. "I'm going to enjoy this," They heard one of the female ashwinders, a duellist in their bright red coat and top hat, say.

Norah leaned back. "When I say 'go,' we go, okay?" She whispered.

"Okay," Sebastian muttered.

Once the shields were down, Norah struck a few with several rounds of banishing charms. Ominis was able to hold his own, levitating several while Sebastian sliced through them. Norah had a knack for the depulso charm, something both boys seemed to notice. It was only since discovering Herodiana Byrne's depulso training rooms that she gained an appreciation for the spell.

Norah was quick to shield Ominis from another crimson-clad duellist, suddenly retaliating with the spell they had tried to use all too often on her for the very first time. "Expulso!" She yelled, sending blue jets of light in the duellist's direction and then towards the taller, broader man, who was preparing to electrocute the three of them.

She banished them again, followed with a successful attempt at casting bombarda non-verbally, defeating the last of the Ashwinders that tried to corner them. Ominis let out a loud sigh of relief. "For a moment, I thought we wouldn't make it out of here alive," He said.

Norah sighed as well as she and Sebastian looked around. "Bloody hell, Harlow's disapparated," He said.

"We're back to square one, he's certain to come back for us," Norah frowned.

"We can fight him again another day," Ominis advised. "We can either go to Feldcroft or go back to the castle. I'm sure Anne will understand."

"Understand? She'll have it in for me if she finds out what we just tried to do," Sebastian groaned. "Merlin, she'll kill me."

"We should go back to the castle," Norah agreed. "I just remembered Garreth might need my help with Transfiguration."

The mention of the Gryffindor's name made Sebastian and Ominis turn to her, both of whom looked incredulous. "Weasley? You're meeting with Weasley?" Sebastian questioned as they walked out of the castle, the three of them nearly falling over in surprise when the wooden beams inside crashed behind them.

"Yeah, I ran into him when I went into Hogsmeade. Butterbeers? My treat," Norah offered, pointing to the pub by the entrance of the hamlet, non-verbally blasting the spider eggs nearby.

Merlin, she really was going to drive them crazy. But the two boys didn't mind one bit.

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