#but right now they are so small and mischievous that they must be contained

[egberts]

do you have any audio/video of fig and lou meowing..I must hear their voices

omg their little meows are so precious you have no idea but actually I only have videos of them yelling about food for the most part but

here he is yelling to be let out of baby jail, even his little shouts are small and cute (i let him out after this because he sounded so sad and he immediately snuggled up on the couch)

[rahuratna]

Nanami Kento: Relationship Headcanons (now a fic), Part 4

Contents: pre-relationship headcanons, slow burn, pining, humour

The day after receiving the honey cakes, you felt slightly nervous at the prospect of meeting Nanami in the break room. You knew, however, that you could easily avoid the encounter.

Except, you didn't want to. There was a delicate balance to be maintained here, a dance of two birds hovering around the same flower and never alighting. If you didn't meet him as usual, you knew that a silent message would be sent, and received accordingly on his part. At the same time, your presence in the break room was a message on its own.

Shaking your head to clear it of these thoughts, you wondered for a minute if infatuation (you didn't want to use other terms for this feeling that you might regret later) really had to be this complicated. You didn't have time to think on it further, because the door to the room opened and the subject of your fixation stood right in front of you.

You couldn't be entirely certain, but Nanami seemed relieved to see you there. He took off his glasses and approached your table with his usual quiet greeting, which you returned. You decided to throw caution to the wind and take the initiative.

"Thank you for the cakes."

"No need. They were meant as a thanks to you for helping Yuuji," he countered smoothly, opening up his bought lunch and preparing his chopsticks.

You paused, wondering how to query after what you'd been wondering, but Nanami was back to his tricks of reading your mind. Just as you opened your mouth, he placed his folded napkin neatly to one side and said, "I've noticed you going to that bakery often. I also appreciate good quality food and have purchased their savoury range before."

You brightened immediately upon hearing that.

"Oh! Then did you try their focaccia? And the cheese and garlic bread?"

"Naturally. I'm particularly fond of the focaccia. The herb blend they use is quite splendid."

You clapped your hands together and leaned forward, all nervousness about this encounter now forgotten.

"But then, you must have tried the brie and bacon ciabatta at the place down the road, right?"

"Yes. The rocket leaves are a nice touch. They give a certain freshness and bite to what could be a heavy sandwich."

"Exactly! And the tomato tart is to die for!"

"Oh? I confess, I haven't tried that yet. Perhaps next time."

"And pair it with their French coffee. Great combination."

He took a bite of his lunch and chewed, carefully and contemplatively, as he did all things. He placed his chopsticks across the top of the container, then turned his entire body to face you, those earnest hazel eyes unflinching in their regard.

"I'm not very familiar with the menu of that place, though. Perhaps you could accompany me, to provide a few recommendations?"

You didn't have enough time to process the query. For once, your mind would not allow you to hesitate as you beamed at him and nodded.

"I'd be happy to! Let me know when you'd like to go."

"Of course."

It was only when your lunch break was over, when he'd bowed his head in a respectful greeting and left, that you realised just how rapidly your heart was beating and how your hands were experiencing small tremors, as if some mischievous sprite of the air had taken up residence there.

It felt a little like diving into the ocean, from the top of a cliff. The water may receive you, hard and turbulent at first, and then cradle you, allowing you to open your eyes and see the wonders that lay beneath. Or a treacherous rock could break your fall. Permanently.

It wasn't as if you didn't see the direction this was heading. It was the nature of the world you inhabited that made this so potentially damaging. He must know it too, so why ... But something was stopping you from going beyond that point in your thoughts. Was it intuition? Was it some innate instinct for doing what you should? Or was it plain illusion, a blindfold of obtuseness and stupidity that had somehow descended over the both of you?

Nanami sends you a message two days later, informing you that he had some time off after his morning mission and that he would like to visit the bakery, if that was fine.

Before you are able to stop yourself, to hesitate, to really think about what you are doing, you type 'Yes, perfect' and forward it to him.

You are beginning to realise that however you spin it, your answer will always be yes. Yes, yes, yes, a hundred times over. Consequences be damned.

When you finish your shift, you receive a message, punctual to the minute.

"I am waiting in the garden."

You glance into the small hand mirror you carry in your bag, brush fingers through your hair and pause before touching up your lipstick. As observant as he is, Nanami wouldn't miss something like that. A treacherous little part of your mind whispers to you, "Good. Let him."

Slamming the mirror shut, you head out, past the fairly empty rooms, through the corridors and out into the afternoon sunshine. Nanami is waiting exactly where he said he would be. His hair gleams like the glaze on those honey cakes in the buttery light of your office lamp. As you approach him, you're struck by how tall he seems, now that you're not seated at a table together.

He turns to you and offers a soft greeting. You both pause, and it seems that even Nanami is sometimes at a loss as to what course of action to take. You assert a winning smile and adjust your bag on your shoulder.

"Let's go and pick up some tarts, then."

Nanami's mouth twitches slightly.

"Oh ... I mean the tomato tarts, of course."

You can feel that tell-tale heat rising in your neck again. God, what a sentence to utter.

"I'm not sure what other tart you could mean. Let's go."

Your embarrassment turns to good humour as he turns and leads the way, his pace unhurried. He starts to point out changes on the campus that have been made since he returned to work here, some of which even you hadn't noticed, what with the blinker-vision that your job induced.

"Hmm. Those statues. They came up just last year."

"I remember. Had to call a whole crew in to install them correctly."

"What do you think about them?"

"Well, to be honest, I thought they were a little pretentious."

Nanami is silent for a minute and you glance at him curiously.

"Why? Do you like them?"

He can barely conceal the smugness in his tone when he says, "No. They were Gojo's idea."

You laugh and whatever tension or uneasiness there had been between the two of you evaporates. As you head slowly for the main entrance, Nanami types something on his phone and soon after, a black sedan, one you recognize as a Jujutsu Tech vehicle, draws up beside the two of you. Nanami instructs the driver to take you both into the nearby town where the bakery you frequent is located.

When you have been dropped off at a street corner some distance from the cafe, Nanami glances at you with a trace of uncertainty.

"I thought it would be nice weather to walk for a while. If you don't want to, then we can call for the car again."

"Of course I want to. You're right. It's a beautiful day."

You continue your stroll with him, suddenly hyper aware of his arm brushing against yours gently, the way he was deliberately keeping pace with your stride, the distinct masculine scent of him that was always evident when you were close together. You look down at his hands, the broad, elegant fingers calloused slightly at the inner curve, where they would drag against the hilt of his weapon. You wondered how they would feel under your own exploring digits.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks, softly.

You. Always.

"When did you decide that your weapon was the most suitable one?"

"Hmm."

His gaze is on you now, intent. You meet it, them allow your eyes to travel down to his hands. You've broken many vows already, but this new one, to be more open about what you think and feel, seems to be one you can adhere to.

Nanami follows your gaze and then lifts one hand, palm up, so that you can see more clearly.

"I assume you're wondering how it feels to wield a blade?"

"A little, yes."

"When we trained as sorcerers, they asked us to try out different weapons, become proficient at a few and then narrow it down to those we felt most comfortable with. I tried polearms, axes, swords, bludgeons. I found that I liked the weight of the heavy weapons, but also the precision of the blade. I told this to... a friend of mine. He went digging through the whole shed looking for something that suited me. I told him to drop it, that what I was looking for was unlikely to exist among cursed tools."

"But he kept looking, I assume?"

"He did, indeed. Day after day. He'd go looking after every training session, until even I became sick of asking him to stop. He was ... persistent like that. Haibara."

He says the name as if exhaling a weighted breath. You decide that the heaviness it bears must be pain. You think you can guess what had happened to Haibara.

"So he found your current weapon?"

"Not quite. He found an old knife, the type used to cut through dense bushes and branches. He said it felt right. I took it from him and ... he was right. It felt good in my hand. Balanced. I showed it to our teacher at the time and they had one designed for me, to the specifications I described."

He turns to you, and although the lines at the corners of his mouth seem a little deeper, his expression is more open.

"Does that answer your question?"

"It does. And I have another."

"Well, it's going to have to wait until you answer mine."

"Oh?"

"Are you in the habit of picking up tarts?"

"Nanami!"

"Pardon me. Then I'll ask something a little less personal. What is it about crosswords that you like so much?"

"Hmm. I suppose ... because I never used to be good at them."

"You weren't?"

"I was hopeless, actually," you laugh, "But I did love the challenge. I've always been good with languages. Eventually they became second nature to me."

"I see. It has to do with your stubborn streak, then?"

You splutter a little.

"What do you mean stubborn streak, as if it's a habit?"

"So you admit it, then."

"I - all right. Yes. But you're not telling me much about - "

"I overhead you talking to someone in the supply department once. You asked for a type of cubicle for the students' classrooms and they didn't make those. You drew something that looked like a beehive and sent it to him by email."

"Is there something wrong with shelving that looks like a beehive?"

"The craftsman certainly thought so, until you wore him down through sheer persistence."

"At least I'm consistently annoying."

"I don't find you annoying at all."

Your smile belies the pleasant frisson those words send through you. Honestly, your standards shouldn't be so embarrassingly low.

"Oh really? Maybe that's a character flaw, then."

He glances over and another small smile toys at the corner of his mouth.

"Possibly. I am known to possess a very high tolerance for certain persons."

By the time you reach the bakery, Nanami's speech is already less formal than you're accustomed to. He has loosened his tie slightly and his arms swing with greater freedom as he walks. He looks like he's actually having a good time and you know that you probably look much the same. It's almost too easy, this quiet camaraderie, the flow from one topic to another, the humour that bites and leaves such a teasing, pleasant sting in its wake.

You never thought it would be like this, but now you're perusing the menu, and you push that thought aside. Nanami has found you the perfect seats in a small private corner of the cafe, where you can see the street clearly, but are shielded from the view of those coming in through the main entrance. Nanami had pulled out your chair for you before seating himself and the sun's warmth is comforting against your back.

"Have you decided?" he asks, after a short while. 

"I think I'm going to try the camembert toast with fig preserve and honey."

"Feeling for something sweet, then?"

"Today, yes. What about you?"

"I'll try that tart."

You struggle to keep a straight face and Nanami eyes you slyly over the top of his menu. Clearing your throat, you continue.

"I'm glad you're taking my recommendation."

"I see it has goat's cheese. Quite the complement. I do trust you in matters of food."

"Are there matters with which you don't trust me?"

He folds the menu away and regards you seriously.

"I wouldn't trust you in matters of dancing."

You stare at him. For someone so unassuming, this man really had a penchant for stating the unexpected.

"Dancing?"

"I've noticed you trip on the corner of your desk more than a few times."

"Oh God." You cover your face, mortified. "Really? Is there anything you don't notice?"

"Little escapes me."

The waitress arrives and saves you from his merciless analysis of your clumsy nature. She takes your orders and there is a small lull in the conversation as you wait for your drinks. You take the time to examine him, and he you. There is something intimate, but relaxing about this, the way your eyes can openly take each other in now. He seems to hesitate before asking you his next question.

"Do you like this kind of thing?"

"Eating at cafes?"

"Exploring new places to eat in general."

"Oh, yes. I do it quite often by myself."

The unspoken question was answered and Nanami's expression was suddenly closed and vulnerable. He looked away from you, out into the street. His next words were considered and quiet.

"I eat out with my colleagues sometimes. After a job."

Your hands clutch the menu a little too tightly, crinkling the corners.

"You mean, like this?"

He looks you in the eye, and what you see there both exhilarates and terrifies you. There is a softly burning fire there, a quiet longing, a wound that has been picked open many times by uncontrolled fingers. His answer sounds clear, even amongst the noises of chatter, dishes clanking and the hiss of the coffee machines.

"No. Not like this."

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[nightghoul381]

Robin Doesn't Know the Evil Hiding in the Shadows ~ Ellis Twilight ~ Epilogue

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

This chapter contains explicit content | NSFW | MDNI

CW: Nipple play, fingering, PIV

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bitter End | Premium End | Epilogue

One day, a few days after the event ended and the ‘Serial Doctor Murders’ case was solved.

(…Ellis seems to be really busy these days.)

Apparently Jude’s trading company, Raven, requires him to work day and night.

Today was no exception and he came to my room in the middle of the night.

I welcome him with a gentle smile and glance down at his profile as he sits relaxing on the bed.

Kate: “…Ellis, don’t push yourself too far.”

Ellis: “Eh?”

Kate: “You seem to be really busy lately. Have you been given any big tasks?”

Ellis: “Ah…Hmm…”

Ellis: “…I signed a new contract with Jude. This is my advance payment.”

Kate: “What?!”

(A new contract with Jude…?)

(Even though Ellis already works harder than the other employees.)

(Even so, he still made another contract with Jude, so it must be really important.)

Kate: “Ellis, what kind of contract did you make?”

Ellis: “…Do you want to know?”

Kate: “Of course! Ellis, if it’s important to you then I want to know too.”

Kate: “Besides… If there’s anything I can do, I’d like to help.”

Ellis: “Thank you. I’m glad you’d try so hard for me.”

He placed a small kiss on my forehead and gave me a mischievous smile.

Ellis: “…I wish you’d think about me more.”

Ellis: “About me, right in front of you.”

He gently cups both of my cheeks in his large hands, and soft kisses rain down on my forehead, nose, corners of my eyes… all over my face.

Kate: “Mmm…. El…lis… Mmmm”

I heard the rustle of clothes as my ribbon came undone and I was gently pushed down—

His hot lips travelled down to my neck.

Kate: “Ah, wait, Ellis…Aren’t you going to tell me about the contract…?”

Ellis: “Mmm… can you guess what it’s about?”

The seductive whisper in my ear, accompanied by a sigh, sent shivers down my spine.

Kate: “Um, well… does it have anything to do with me?”

Ellis: “Yup, that’s right.”

I tried a few questions after that, but got none of them right.

Kate: “I have no idea…”

Ellis: “…Well then, should we ask my body?”

He took my hand, gave it a gentle kiss, and pressed it against his strong chest.

The strong beating of his heart reverberated from my palm to my arm, and I strongly felt Ellis’ presence.

As I was distracted by the pounding of his heart, a shadow suddenly fell—

Kate: “…Mmm.”

My lips were sealed and the next thing I knew, Ellis’ body was completely covering me.

Ellis: “…Kate, your face is bright red. How cute.”

Kate: “I-I can’t think anymore like this.”

(Even though I have no idea what Ellis’ contract is about.)

His twilight-colored eyes staring down at me feverishly captured my thoughts.

Ellis: “I’ll give you a hint. If you have any questions, just ask?”

Kate: “Nnngh….”

My lips were stolen, my tongue sucked firmly, and my lips were entangled and played with.

(That’s not fair…)

The words I was trying to say, along with my thoughts, were all torn apart and thrown into disarray.

Just when I thought I had been released with a quick suck, he latched onto the sensitive tips of my breasts.

Kate: “Aaah…”

While I was being kneaded and sucked, I now found myself at the mercy of the fingers that slowly crept toward my lower abdomen.

Ellis: “Kate… You’re already like this.”

Kate: “D… don’t say that…”

The lewd, wet sounds aroused my shame, and it became even more lewd as Ellis’ fingers played.

Ellis: “I’m sorry… I just couldn’t resist looking at how cute you were.”

Ellis: “I want you too… Is that okay?”

His smile, thick with the scent of desire, took my breath away.

Kate: “Mmm… Okay.”

Instead of a finger, something thicker and hotter was pressed against me—

It pierced me right through.

Kate: “---ah!”

The sensation of him hit me so hard it was like a dam had burst, and the stimulation that reverberated throughout my body made it hard for me to breathe.

Kate: “Ngh, Ah… E…ll..is…aah”

I felt like I was melting and drowning in the desire that was penetrating the deepest parts of my body, so I clung desperately to Ellis.

Ellis: “Ngh, more… so tight…so… nnngh.”

The intensity accelerated, and I was swept away and engulfed in an overwhelming pleasure –until I burst.

Kate: “Hngh, Aaah--!”

Ellis: “Ngh… Being wrapped up in you, Kate… Feels so good.”

Ellis: “I want more…Lock me in, I’ll give it to you.”

His heavy breathing and dusk-colored eyes were overflowing with heat that he couldn’t control,

It reflects my true self as I melt away, blocking my option to escape.

--I surrendered to the surge of instinct that seemed to last forever,

We fell into a night of passionate desire or each other.

--

The next morning.

Ellis: “Victor’s scones are delicious today too.”

As he licked the cranberry jam from his fingertips, I was reminded of last night and was startled.

But.

(…In the end, I was never told anything about the contract.)

I was about to touch on that topic again this morning,

Ellis seemed to realize what I was thinking and gave me a sweet hug and kiss, evading the question.

(If you’re trying to keep me from worrying, you should know all the more… if this happens.)

I turn my gaze to the newspaper stood like a folding screen across from me.

Kate: “Jude, please tell me.”

Kate: “What is the content of the ‘new contract’ you and Ellis have?”

Jude: “Contract?”

Jude: “…Oh, after Ellis ‘n ya die, I’ll be in charge of that grave.”

Kate: “That grave…?”

Jude set the newspaper down on the table and stared right in my direction.

Jude: “As long as I’m alive.”

Ellis: “Fufu, I’ve been found out. Jude, please stay alive.”

Jude: “Heh… You were just waitin’ for the right opportunity ta kill me ‘til recently, ‘n ya still say that.”

--A contract to ensure that our happy ending will last forever.

That is the highest form of love that Ellis can give me.

In return, Jude apparently ordered him to work even more for Raven.

Kate: “In that case, let me help you fulfill the contract! It concerns both Ellis and I, right?”

Jude: “You ain’t an employee of Raven, are ya? I don’t think I’d hire ya.”

Jude: “But if ya insist, I’ll work ya to the bone as a fairy tale keeper.”

Jude: “… Well then, yer workin’ hard today too. The princess and her prince.”

Jude said it in a mocking way, but Ellis took it with a smile.

Ellis: “…Prince. Kate, Jude sometimes calls you a princess. I’m glad we match.”

Kate: “Jude is being sarcastic when he calls me a princess… Is that okay?”

Ellis: “That’s good… it’s a classic fairy tale ending.”

Ellis: “’And the prince and princess lived happily ever after’”

Kate: “…hehe, that’s true.”

Jude: Ya gonna keep braggin’ in front of me forever?”

Ellis: “Yes.”

And so, our days began again, heading towards that ‘happily ever after.’

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bitter End | Premium End | Epilogue

[alxtiny]

You like me? | Song Mingi x reader

Synopsis: where you confess you feelings to mingi unintentionally

Pairing: Song Mingi x gn!reader, college au

Genre: fluff, crack?

Word count: 0.7k

Warnings: none :)

Notes: Happy Valentines day to all the other lonely souls like me, I hope this makes a part of your day better

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In the quiet corners of the university library, you found solace among the shelves of books and the gentle hum of whispered conversations. Seated across from your best friend Yuri, you couldn't contain the excitement bubbling within you.

"He's just... so unbelievably pretty, Yuri," you sighed, your eyes glazing over with admiration. "I mean, have you seen the way he concentrates on his music? It's like watching magic unfold." you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

Yuri chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, yes of course the infamous Mingi I’ve been hearing about so much these days. I see your crush has reached legendary status."

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could utter a word, she continued. "You know, if he likes you back, then it wouldn't be wrong for you to make some moves on this guy, right?" She grinned mischievously. Letting out a groan you slumped forward, resting your chin on your pile of books, “What am I gonna do, he’s infuriatingly difficult to decipher.”

Smiling at you fondly, Yuri placed her hand gently on yours. "Come now Song Mingi can’t be that hard to figure out. He seems like a nice guy."

Shaking your head at your best friend, you let out a sigh.

“You're probably right, but his cryptic words are giving me headaches. I don’t even understand half of the stuff he talks about whenever we’ve talked before. Plus, he hasn't shown any signs of liking me.”

"And he’s always so focused on what he does to even notice me properly. Did you know he’s a music production and sound engineering major, Yuri," you continued, animatedly gesturing with your hands. "Apparently he gets the best grades in his year. He must really be talented. I like him so much it hurts at this point.”

As you ranted about Mingi's talents and irresistible charm, Yuri's gaze shifted over your shoulder. Her expression changed from amusement to shock. With the sudden shift in her face, you followed her line of sight to find Mingi standing there, clad in his usual dark glasses and with his unruly hair sticking out at weird angles, it all made him look so endearing to you.

In one hand, he held a sleek midi keyboard, and in the other, a small bouquet of flowers. Your eyes widened, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as Mingi spoke in his soft voice, "You like me?"

You were brought back to reality, caught off guard by his sudden questioning. Stuttering slightly, you managed to nod and confess, "Uh, y-yeah?." His lips quirked upwards and you could see the pink tinting the tips of his ears. His shy smile made you want to kiss him senseless, but your legs suddenly felt very weak.

A mischievous glint appeared in Mingi's eyes, and he grinned. "Well, then I guess you won't say no to the date I was gonna ask you on." Without waiting for an answer, he placed the bouquet of roses in front of you, and placed his own instrument down on the table next to you.

Your heart fluttered uncontrollably, and you smiled back at him sweetly. A genuine smile that reached deep into your chest and caused your heart to swell with happiness. Your friend watched on curiously, smiling brightly as she watched your painfully shy ass interact with Mingi.

"I was hoping you could spare some time tonight so i could show you my work, since last time we talked you said you wanted to hear it,” a blush crept up his neck and face, “Of course if you’re busy, I understand,” he said gesturing to your books.

A shy smile spread across your face as you giggled and, unable to resist, leaned in to kiss his cheek. Yuri, still in shock, watched as her ultimate ship came true before her eyes.

Mingi's eyes sparkled even more, his face becoming the embodiment of the 🥺 emoji. "Is that a yes??"

You nodded, your heart pounding with excitement. "Absolutely, Mingi. I'd love to go on a date with you."

Yuri finally snapped out of her initial surprise and clapped her hands in glee. "Finally! My ship has started sailing!!" She looked at you with dreamy eyes like a little child who had been given candy as you and Mingi simply laughed at her expression

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[dontaskmemybias]

Movie Night?

Pairing: Non Idol!Lee Felix x afab reader Request: Yes Theme: Friends to Lovers Contains: Alcohol, Cursing, body issues in one sentence, fingering, protected sex. Word Count: 3,032 (I got carried away as usual haha) Note: MINORS DNI!!! This is a work of fiction and does not portray any of the members irl. I loved this idea and I hope you like it!!

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It started as a chill movie night with eight of your best friends. Eventually someone suggested drinking and everything spiraled from there.

"Guys I have the best idea! We should play truth of dare." Jisung suggested with a smirk on his face.

"I'm down, I've got some dares I've been dying to try." Minho said with a devilish look on his face. You reminded yourself not to pick dare if he chose you.

Everyone agreed and refilled their drinks before sitting in a circle. You sat in between Changbin and Chan, excited to see what the boys came up with.

"Alright, it was my idea so I'll go first!" Jisung put a bottle in the middle and spun it. It landed on Felix. "Felix! Truth or dare?" Jisung grinned at the freckled boy.

"Dare." Felix immediately replied. Jisung looked up in thought for a moment before a smirk appeared on his face.

"I dare you to get up and sit next to the most attractive person in the room." He chuckled when Felix's ears turned pink. Without saying anything Felix got up and moved between you and Changbin.

"AH! I knew it, I am the best looking person in here!" Changbin laughed and pinched Felix's cheeks. Everyone burst out laughing and Seungmin spoke up.

"No 'Bin I think Felix chose Y/N!" Changbin looked to see you on the other side of Felix then looked down at the floor. "Oh." He said softly and everyone started laughing again.

Felix cleared his throat and spun the bottle. It landed on Hyunjin.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth." Hyunjin answered immediately.

Felix chuckled and asked "If you could go anywhere with anyone where and who would it be and why?"

For a while the game continued with fun truths and mild dares, until Chan spun the bottle and it landed on Felix again. He raised an eyebrow. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Felix said, feeling a little more confident now.

"I dare you to hold Y/N's hand for the rest of the game." Felix got a little shy over the request but when he looked over at your hand that throughout the game had inched closer to his he decided to just go for it. He grabbed your hand in his and interlaced your fingers. You smiled at him and squeezed his hand a little before going back to the game.

It was a while before the bottle finally landed on you. You were immediately nervous since it was Minho's turn and who knows what he would make you do or say. Felix must have noticed because he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. You felt like with Felix's hand in yours it didn't matter what Minho told you to do. So when Minho asked "Truth or dare Y/N?" with a mischievous look in his eyes you responded right away.

"Dare." Minho smiled, seemingly pleased with your choice and looked from you to Felix and his eyes landed on your intertwined hands.

"I dare you to sit on Felix's lap for the rest of the game." Your body tensed up. You and Felix had cuddled before but you had never sat in his lap before. Your mind raced with thoughts like 'what if I'm too heavy' or 'what if Felix doesn't want this' but when you looked over to the freckled boy you saw his face was lightly dusted pink and you knew that he wouldn't mind.

You looked over to Chan. "Can we let go of our hands while we get situated? We can go back to holding them after." Chan smiled and nodded his head. You let go of Felix's hand for a moment and scootched into his lap. You felt him stiffen up a bit and so you reached down and grabbed one of his hands in yours again, intertwining your fingers once more.

You turned your face a bit to see Felix, his face now bright red. You squeezed his hand and whispered "You okay?" a small nod was all Felix responded with so you leaned down and spun the bottle. The game went on for a bit before the bottle landed on you and Felix spun by none other than Seungmin.

"How does this work if the bottle points to both me and Felix? Do you get to pick who does the dare?" You asked the group. Minho spoke right away like he had already thought about this.

"No it means you both have to do the dare or answer the question." You squirmed a bit on Felix's lap and you felt his grip on your hand tighten. You looked over at him. "So 'Lix should we do a truth or dare?"

"Dare." he responded quickly, like he was hiding something he knew the boys would ask him if he chose truth.

"Okay Seungmin, we pick dare." Seungmin's face lit up and you could feel the tension in the room as he uttered his next words.

"I dare you to kiss each other." The room went silent, everyone looking to you and Felix to see if you would do the dare or choose to drink. You felt Felix stiffen beneath you and you turned a bit in his lap to see his face. You could see he was nervous but there was something else. You cleared your throat and looked back to the boys.

"Give us a sec, y'all talk about something." They obliged and started talking amongst themselves. You turned back to Felix and whispered in his ear so the others couldn't hear you.

"We don't have to if you don't want to, we can always just drink. But I'm okay with it if you are." You felt his body relax a little bit and he whispered back.

"I'd love to kiss you Y/N." Feeling his breath on your neck made you shiver a bit, but you turned back to the group.

"Okay! We'll do it!" Everyone went quiet again in anticipation. You turned and gave Felix a small peck on his lips. The group booed you.

"That was barely a kiss cmon Y/N!" Seungmin shouted.

"Hey you just said a kiss, you should have specified what you meant!" You yelled back. You felt Felix let out a chuckle underneath you and the hand that wasn't laced with yours came up to rest on your thigh. The contact made you break out into goosebumps.

You didn't know it yet but the words you spoke would come back to haunt you.

The next few rounds got a little spicer. Changbin had to admit he had a size kink, Jisung had to sit in Minho's lap (your and Felix's payback dare), and Jeongin had to write his name with his butt in the air. Finally the bottle landed back on you and Felix, spun by Minho again. You cursed yourself for giving him a payback dare but you secretly were excited to see what he would make you two do again.

"Y/N, Felix, Truth or dare?" He spoke with purpose, a mischievous look on his face. You and Felix exchanged a look and he spoke up, his eyes not leaving yours. "Dare."

"I dare you to kiss like you mean it this time."

You looked at Felix and without hesitation he dropped the hand that you had laced with his, brought his hands to your face, and pulled you in for a deep passionate kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you started to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. His tongue swiped your bottom lip and asked for entrance and you gladly gave it to him. You spent a decent amount of time just exploring each others mouths. Finally you pulled away from air and heard your friends hooting and hollering. You and Felix smiled at each other and you looked back to Minho who had a smirk plastered on his face.

"That good enough for you?" You asked, a little out of breath. Felix wrapped his arms around you and Chan started laughing.

"You guys broke the dare! You stopped holding hands. I think this means you get a punishment." The room got quieter and Chan ushered the other boys to get closer so they could put together a punishment for you. You didn't really care because Felix had tightened his hold on you and all you could think about was his hands on your sides, how good he felt pressed up against you, and how much you wished you and him were alone right now.

Chan turned back to you and the boys all looked excited about this punishment. "Y/N, Felix, your punishment is that you have been kicked out of the game for the night. You both have to get up and go to Felix's bedroom for the rest of game night. Felix tensed up again and held you so tight you could barely breathe. You were trying to figure out what his reaction was about when you shifted a bit and felt him press up against you, fully hard. You tried to hold back a giggle and when the boys saw your reaction they knew they had been correct in guessing that Felix was sporting an erection after all they had made you two do.

You shimmied and faced Felix who looked so red now you thought he might pass out at any second. You tried to lighten the mood. "Well, looks like we have been exiled, cmon 'Lix, lets go watch a movie or something in your room." You heard the boys chuckle at your words knowing damn well you wouldn't be watching any movies tonight. You moved to stand and Felix started panicking. You just grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze then helped him to his feet. The boys kept laughing when they saw Felix's state. Face red, hair a bit messy from the make out session you two had, and very noticeable erection outlined in his sweatpants. You just waved goodbye to the boys and led Felix to his room before shutting and locking the door behind you.

You looked at Felix who was swaying from on foot to another, nervously looking at the floor. You couldn't help but think he looked so fucking cute like this. He was the first to break the silence. "So, what movie did you want to watch?" It was so cute that he thought you were actually going to watch a movie after all that. You heard the front door open and it sounded like the guys were all leaving to give the two of you some privacy. You'd have to thank them later for that.

You took a few steps toward Felix and lifted his head so his eyes would meet your own and you smiled. "Oh 'Lix, you're too cute. You really thought I wanted to watch a movie with you?" He looked confused for a second but when he saw your eyes dart down to his lips he smiled and let out a small chuckle.

"Oh thank god." He mumbled before pulling you into him by your hips and crashing his lips to yours. You brought your hands up to play with his hair again and when you tugged a little harder than you meant to he let out a small whimper and rutted into you. You pulled back and looked at his face with a wicked grin on your lips. "Does my sweet 'Lixxie like getting his hair pulled?" He groaned and started kissing you more feverishly, leading you over to the bed. He threw you down and pulled his shirt off before leaning down and tugging at the hem of your shirt.

"Can I take this off?" He asked, his voice deeper than you had ever heard it before, eyes almost black filled with lust.

"Yes baby you can take off whatever you want." He smiled at the new nickname and pulled your shirt off to reveal your blue lacy bra. He immediately latched onto your chest, kissing every new inch of skin he could see before reaching around to unclasp your bra. He looked into your eyes, silently asking consent, and when you nodded your head he removed the lacy garment and tossed it across his room. He stared at you in awe for a moment before whispering. "You are so fucking gorgeous, I can't believe we are doing this right now."

He leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth and played with the other with his hand. You gasped at the wet feeling of his mouth on your tit. After a bit he switched, giving your other nipple the same attention as the first. Felix seemed like he would be content with just playing with your boobs all night but you needed more.

" 'Lixxie please.." you whined, asking him for more. He looked up and smiled at your fucked out expression, he leaned in and placed a gentle peck on your cheek.

"What is it doll, what do you need?" You clenched at the use of the new nickname and didn't even have to think about your response.

"You." You wanted Felix, all of him.

"God you're so fucking perfect doll." He pulled off your pants in one swift motion and began teasing your clit over your panties. He looked entranced at the way you reacted to his ministrations. He must have gotten impatient with himself because the next thing you knew he had pulled his own pants and boxers off and now stood before you completely naked. Of course Felix's dick would be pretty, everything else about him was too. You were almost drooling at the sight of him.

He looked into your eyes and slowly pulled your panties off before chucking them into his closet. "I'm keeping those." He said with a serious expression on his face.

"Good." You smiled back at him. He looked down at your drenched pussy and hissed out loud. "Fuck babygirl you are soaking." He ran a finger through your folds and brought it up to his mouth and moaned at the taste of you. The sight was so dirty you almost moaned yourself.

" 'Lix please I need you right now." You tried to sound assertive but you were already out of breath, heart racing, so it came out as almost a whisper.

Felix leaned over you and brought his fingers back to your core before whispering in your ear. "Gotta prep you so I can fuck you the way you deserve without hurting you." You did moan this time and he took the opportunity to stick his fingers in your mouth.

"Suck." He commanded, and you did. He grunted a bit and then pulled his fingers out of your mouth, coated in your saliva, and brought them down to tease your entrance. You were about to tell him to hurry up when he slid two fingers inside of you without warning. His eyes still fixated on your face. Soon the sounds of his fingers going in and out of you was too much and he just had to look down and admire his work. He started fingering you faster and added a vigorous come hither motion. You could feel your release coming. You moaned louder and louder and with the way you were clenching on his fingers Felix knew you were close. He brought his thumb up to draw circles on your clit as well.

You came with his name on your tongue and Felix kept moving his fingers to make your release last as long as possible. Once he was sure you were done he pulled his fingers out of you and leaned down to kiss you.

"You look so fucking hot cumming on my fingers, I can't wait till you are cumming on my cock." You shivered at his words and felt your arousal building again. Felix pulled away long enough to grab a condom from his nightstand and roll it onto himself before lining up with your hole.

"Ready?" He asked you.

"Yes Felix fuck, I need your cock inside me right n-" You didn't get a chance to finish your sentence before he slid into you. You gasped at the sensation and Felix let out the hottest moan you'd ever heard once he bottomed out. He waited a second to make sure you were adjusted before he slowly began thrusting in and out of you.

"Fuck Y/N, I've wanted this for so long you don't even f-fucking know." He managed to get out, slowly building his speed and rhythm.

You smiled and placed your legs around his waist, allowing him to enter you deeper. "Fuck 'Lix you f-feel so good inside m-me. Even better than I imagined." He faltered for a second and looked down at you.

"You imagined this?" You shook your head yes.

"All the time."

"Oh FUCK babygirl, I'm g-gonna treat you so f-fuck fucking good." He picked up the pace and started ramming into you, hitting the spot inside you that made your toes curl. One of his hands came down to play with your clit while he was hammering into your pussy.

"FUCK RIGHT THERE 'LIX DON'T STOP!" Your moans were getting louder, as were Felix's. You could tell he was close too by the way his cock twitched inside you. It only took a few more good thrusts before you were cumming on his cock.

"Shit baby you're actually cumming on my co- OH FUCK!" You clenched as you came and Felix fell forward at the sensation, his own orgasm taking over him, filling up the condom. He thrusted a few more sloppy thrusts before coming to a stop and laying on top of you panting.

After catching his breath he pulled out of you slowly, wincing at the slight overstimulation, and pulled you into his chest. You sat there holding each other for a few moments until Felix cleared his throat.

"That wasn't like a one time thing right? I mean, I'd like for it not to be..." He was quiet and a little nervous. Cute. You lifted your head and kissed him before anwering.

"Definitely not."

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I've been dreaming of the Savanna Cleaner.

Give a man a fish, and he’ll eat well for a day. Teach a man how to fish, and he’ll never go hungry.

He'll clean up his plate, and the town along the way.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

He's up before the first crack of light hits the horizon. When the sun makes itself known, Ruggie is already halfway across town.

Sneaking is a specialty of his, learned from a young age. He darts along the savanna, quick as a whip, even when he's balancing several large containers. Their contents are as precious as gold.

His shadow ducks into alleyways and behind homes, hugging the darkness as the sun seeks him out. It was here where he would hide, waiting for easy pickings: gullible people to relieve of their wallets, rotten or meager scraps of food no one but the truly desperate desired.

Those days are long behind him now.

He passes a schoolhouse, a library, a park and a playground. All shiny and new, bearing shiny plaques. They had sprouted up years back, paid off by some generous benefactor. To liven up this place, they had said.

His destination appears along the road ahead. It's a building, simple and squat, with a similar plaque hanging by the entrance.

[The Sunbeam Community Center]

{Donated by Ruggie Bucchi}

He sneaks around, producing a hairpin from the breast pocket of his vest. A tool of his trade. Setting his containers down, Ruggie kneels and jiggles the pin around in the lock of the back door.

A minute later, and the door swings open without a problem. He enters, containers and all, placing them on the first free counter he spots. The instant his hands are freed up, a band of shrieks erupts from somewhere in the sun-streaked room.

“Get’im!!”

Small bodies rush at him from every direction, bursting out of cabinets and from behind furniture. They cling to his limbs, grip at his clothes, squealing for attention. Ruggie careens this way and that, body swaying from the extra weight thrown on top of him.

"Alright, alright," he groans, "I get it, you little brats! Get offa me already! How's a hyena supposed to get anything done like this?!"

"Awww, do we HAVE to?" one boy whines.

"But we haven't seen you in forever, Ruggie-nii!" a girl complains. "You're so busy with your fancy big-bucks job that you can't hang out as much as you used to."

"Yes, now off or no treats! We gotta fill our stomachs first before playing, right?"

At the promise of food, the children scrambled off of him. They collect in a sizable pack, all staring up at Ruggie with wide eyes.

Heh, always does the trick. He knows--at one point, he had been in their shoes.

"That's better." Ruggie adjusts his crooked shirt, then eyes the slum kids and street rats. Grimy, thin, sickly--that is how he remembers them. Now they've filled out a little more, their outfits well-fitting and clean. Some of them have a restored ruddiness to their cheeks, or a sheen to their tails.

Receiving the basic necessities tended to do that.

"Anyway, how'd you guys get in before the staff did? They must all still be snoozin' in their cots."

"Picked the lock," the kids chant.

"Then we hid and waited to ambush our prey!"

"... Great Seven, guess I'm a bad influence after all," Ruggie confesses. Tsk. They beat me to the punch. I was gonna be the one to surprise them. He doesn't linger for too long on it. "Eh, whatever. My conscience is light. Since you're all here, you might as well help me prep for tonight’s soup kitchen services."

"Whaaat? You said we'd eat first!"

"Yeah, eating and then playing!"

A slow, mischievous smile spreads on his face. "Huh, did I say that?"

"You diiiiid!"

He laughs. "Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, I didn't forget." Ruggie slapped a hand on one of the main containers he had bought in. "Here's your surprise--had Granny help me whip'm up."

"Thanks for the grub!"

The children clamor, greedy hands sticking out to snatch up rings of fried dough--perfectly golden, crisp exterior and fluffy interior. Some were dipped in chocolate, others iced in sugar glaze or coated in a fine powder. The toppings varied greatly, from crushed nuts to rainbow sprinkles and freeze-dried fruits.

One donut after another is wolfed down, fingers growing increasingly sticky from the indulgence.

"Oi, oi, eat that fast and you'll get bellyaches!" Ruggie warns. "And save some for me, I'm hungry too!!"

He makes a dive for one, capturing it before a child's nipping teeth do. The hyena sighs before popping it into his mouth and breaking off a piece. He's still chewing when one of the kids pipes up.

"I'm jealous, Ruggie-nii! You get to eat yummy stuff like this every day and swim in a pool full of gold and jewels and thaumarks."

Swim in a pool full of gold, jewels, and thaumarks? Is that what they think the mega-rich do for fun...?

"Nishishishishi, I wouldn't say that--but it's definitely a way cushier life than what I had before." He absentmindedly licks off granules of sugar from his thumb and goes in for another bite.

Ruggie thinks of his grandmother--sweet Granny Bucchi, who speaks with a stutter and needs assistance shuffling from her bed to the front door. She's getting up there in age, but never lost her fierce spark.

At least she can live comfortably in retirement now.

"... Yeah, definitely a cushier life than before," he remarks.

"You have buildings with your name on it too!" another child says. "They only do that when you give a lotta lotta LOTTA money! I want a building named after me too."

"’N you still visit us," a third adds, "to give us gifts 'n stuffs."

Ruggie finishes off his donut and shrugs. “What else am I gonna do with my cash, burn it?”

I wouldn’t turn my back on this place and take off into the sunset.

He had been poor, but he had also been happy here in spite of that. Long days watching Granny work her magic in their decrepit kitchen, sharing scraps and tricks to the local troublemakers, making up games that didn’t need tools or money. Those were precious memories, forever immortalized in amber.

He crams a second donut into his mouth.

Man, when’d I get so sentimental?

“I wanna be just like you when I grow up, Ruggie-nii. How can I be like you?”

“I wanna know too!”

“Me too, me too!”

“C’mon! Pretty please tell us?”

Ruggie swallows. "Okay, squirts. You wanna know the real secret to success? Clean the gunk outta your ears and listen up.”

The kids leaned in, ears perked and bobbing their heads eagerly.

Ruggie pretends to look both ways, then leans in as well, making a show of dramatizing his announcement. "… You eat well, play hard, and work and study even harder! That way, you can make your own bright futures and keep spreading the wealth~”

“Aw, we have to study?”

“That’s what the school and the library’s for. Can’t live off of money taken from the pockets of rich folks—you gotta sustain yourself, cuz I might not always be here.”

“Really?”

“Really, really.” Ruggie points out of the window, and to a sky brightening with sunshine. “One day, I’ll be a star too. Then it’s all up to you guys to send the same message to the next litter that comes along. One story from this generation to the next, and then to the one after…”

It’s how they tell stories in the slums, when they were too poor for paper and pencils. They had only words and the voices that spin them.

“… Oh, right. Speaking of that, how are you guys doing with your homework? I know you just started recently and it’s kinda tough getting into it.”

“Errr…” The kids worriedly glance at one another. Ruggie’s suspicions sharpen—this experience, so reminiscent of hunting down his dorm leader for missing assignments.

“You have been doing it, right?”

No one is brave enough to offer an answer. One girl at the head of the group blurts out, “Run!!” and sends the children into a frenzied panic.

They race for the exit, but Ruggie is quicker. He blocks the door and playfully snaps his teeth.

“Think you can escape?” A flash his teeth. “Try me.”

He’s having too much fun to let it be over this soon.

[thegodmother007]

My New Neighbor Chapter 12: Sick Day

TRIGGER WARNING: This story will eventually contain violence, angst, threat of death, swearing, dark humor, adult themes like sex & drugs, racism, classism, sexism etc. Do not say you have not been warned

Chapter 12:

It’s been about 2-weeks since the party where I almost drowned in beer, was tossed around like a toy & played with like one. But I was ultimately grateful to be saved by my neighbor who I watched choke Myra over & over again on the video that Foster texted me the morning after. 

Something in me burned watching that video again and again. I felt the satisfaction of Myra’s stupid face contorting into real fear of Vi & what she was going to do. Served her right, she should know how it feels to be overpowered. Then rage fills my chest when her brother, Bo, steps into frame & stops it. What I would have given to watch this play out in real life & not just hear it from my friends & a poor quality video. 

Since the party though, I have spoken to Vi more & more. It started out with her checking in on me, probably to make sure we were still cool. Then it turned into simple memes being sent back & forth, then quickly escalated into full-on text conversations, from there. I found it was much easier to talk to her in this way than in-person. I may have noticed my feelings shifting with Vi, but that did not get rid of the intimidation I felt being around any giant’s presence. However, when I texted Vi this morning, continuing a conversation we started last night, I did not get a response back from her. I knew she was home, because I felt her walking around once or twice, so I was not sure why she was avoiding me. Eventually, I texted her to ask “Are you mad at me or something..?” I waited for a while. One hour turned into 2 hours, turned into 3 hours, turning into 4 hours with no response. It was about 3:00pm at this point and when checking my phone to see she still hadn’t read my messages, I decided to give her a call, just in case. I held the phone to my ear, waiting for her to answer. To my immediate relief she did, but she certainly did not sound like Vi. 

I got a groggy voice answering me, which sounded horse and withered, say “hello..?” on the other side. “Vi?” I asked her, not 100% convinced it was her with how tired she sounded. “Yes?” she asked, thinking I needed something, which I was quick to correct “Hey are you alright? You haven't answered any of my texts & although you’re not obligated to, I got worried.” I confessed the last part with no shortage of embarrassment lacing my words. A pause between us made me wonder if I had made her uncomfortable. Vi quietly answered with a sniffle & a cough clearing her throat “I’m sick. My head’s spinning, my nose is stuffed, I have a cough, I’m cold, I feel weak and tired. I haven’t found it in me to text anyone today, sorry.” I felt bad that she felt the need to apologize to me “No, no don’t apologize. I didn’t know you were sick. Anything I can do?” I offered automatically, realizing only after I offered that I must have sounded silly to her. What could I, a small Human, do for her at this moment? I couldn’t go to the store to get her medicine or make her soup. Hell, I can’t even get her another blanket if she wanted it. Vi coughed up a lung on the other end before answering and when she caught her breath replied “No, not much anyone can do right now, really. Just gotta ride this out.” She said in a way to try & spare my feelings. “Alright. Well get plenty of rest, okay?” I say before I go to hang up, but not before an idea hits me. 

“Actually…what’s the passcode to your apartment?” I asked with a mischievous tone I could tell unsettled Vi a little. After she gave the code to me, I say into the phone “See you in 5” before quickly hanging up on her without letting her respond. I grabbed my guitar & hurried to punch the 4-digit code into the door that separated our spaces. This code is for emergency situations & although not an emergency, I think Vi was going to like my idea. 

As fast as I could, with my guitar in hand, I walked towards Vi’s room. I did stop to admire her apartment space like I’ve never gotten the chance to. Looking high above me, I observed some of the most mundane items, like a dining table, chairs, couch, pairs of shoes by the door & books on the shelf. Except, due to their immense size, I looked at everything with a sense of wonder only giant-sized items could invoke. Anytime I entered her unit, she was always there keeping my attention or a bunch of giants were there to distract me. I marveled at the opportunity to see where Vi lives daily, feeling calmed by idea that her apartment hardly looked any different than my own, outside of stylistic choices. 

I turned to the hallway & notice that Vi’s door is open halfway, giving me more than enough room to enter. When approaching her bedroom, I knock as hard as I can on the doorframe, giving her a heads up I was here. I walk into a very dark room, sans the daylight that shot through the cracks of her window blinds, which gave me enough light to make out her darkened silhouette. I can see her long hair hanging off the side of the bed & I watch her head slowly poke out from behind the blanket, to see me standing in the doorway. Vi’s eyes look tired and her skin pale, even in this light. I could see her muster a small smile but then quickly fade out as I walked closer to her bed. 

“What are you doing here?” She asks me, voice scratchy and obstructed by phlegm. I smiled and held up my guitar “You said there wasn't anything I could do for you, but I thought of something. Do you mind if I sit?” I ask, pointing to a spot directly in front of her line of vision on the floor. Vi shakes her head, confirming she wouldn't mind, but obviously unsure of what I had planned. I find my spot, sitting cross legged while I gaze up at a very sick Vi. “I was hoping a little music might help you feel better…” I say strumming my guitar. 

For a moment I saw Vi’s eyes light up, before the energy in them was dimmed once more by her sickness. I could tell she was hiding a smile behind her blanket while only her eyes were exposed. I started out with something slow & cheerful ‘Here Comes the Sun' by the Beetles. Hoping I wasn't making a fool of myself, I started singing “Here comes the sun, do do do do. Here comes the sun & I say-”

Now, I am not the greatest singer in the world, but in that moment, I felt like it. I would occasionally peer up at Vi from my seated position to see her eyes sparkling at me, glossy & focused. I wasn't sure if it was her cold that was making them do that, but it fueled me to play a second song. I followed ‘Here Comes the Sun’ with Led Zeppelin’s ‘Stairway to Heaven’. Again I sing to Vi, whose eyes never leave my form. “There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold

And she's buying a stairway to Heaven-” 

When referring to ‘the lady' of the song, I glance at Vi and shoot her a smile, one similar to the one that she keeps hiding behind the blanket. I take my time, playing slowly & not loudly at all, hoping not to disturb her, but rather give what little comfort I could as I strummed.

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I wasn't sure what Cain was thinking after he called & asked for my apartment code, only to have him hang up once I gave it to him. “Whatever” I thought to myself, putting my phone back on my bedside table, sneezing a few times before blowing my nose and laying back down. I started shivering after having my arms outside the blanket, so I nestled back into my cocoon, covering my whole head when I heard a knocking at my door. I wasn't shocked to see Cain standing there, but what did surprise me was he had his guitar with him. I felt my pale face go red, realizing Cain might intend to play for me. For the first time today, I wasn't focused on how crummy I felt. I watched Cain sit on my floor & start playing ‘Here Comes the Sun' for me. I felt a wave of goosebumps begin crawling up my body for the first few chords. 

I couldn't help but stare in awe at Cain’s gesture. It was the kindest thing someone had done for me in a long time & I couldn't help but tear up as he began singing too. His voice was calming & slow, perfect for acoustic guitar. My heart leapt for joy as he winked at me during the part of the The Beetle’s song: “Little darlin', it's been a long, cold, lonely winter” I felt my smile involuntary sneak onto my face while I hid behind my blanket, trying to play it cool. Inside however, I was tickled by how genuinely sweet he was for doing this. I used my blanket to discreetly dab my tears away when he looked back down at his guitar, watching his hands & making sure he plucked the right strings. Had my voice not sounded like an old hag’s, I would have sang along with him. For now though, I was happy to just listen. 

Cain’s taste in music only got better with each song because after he played ‘Stairway to Heaven', he played ‘Wish You were Here’ by Pink Floyd. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be carried away by the music, imagining laying under the blue sky with white fluffy clouds passing by & next to me in the soft green grass was Cain, the sun warm on our faces. 

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It wasn't too far into ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow’ by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole, that I watched Vi slowly close her eyes & drift off to sleep. I made sure to finish the song, not sure if she’d really fallen asleep, until I let the last chord fade out. When she didn't open her eyes again & I noticed that her breathing had deepened, I knew my work here was done. I felt a sense of accomplishment that I was able to lull a giant to sleep in under 5 songs. This was going in my portfolio for sure, I joked to myself.

Before standing to take my leave, I just watch Vi sleep for a bit, admiring how she was completely at peace. In a very weird way, she was very beautiful in this moment. I'm sure she covered her face because she didn't feel like it, but I liked seeing what she looked like underneath make-up & the stress of having me as a roommate. In an effort not to disturb her, I slowly put my guitar back in its case and carefully locked it, slow in my movements back to my own unit where I make sure to shoot her a text to wake up to, before closing our shared door behind me: “Sleep well” 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’ve thrown a lot of angst into this story, I think we needed a change of pace 😉

Sorry the story is a bit short, but the next chapter I am working on is much longer than many of the ones I've written so far.

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Chapter 12 (Final)

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A/N: Finally! This is the end. I hope you enjoy this as much as me. I want to thank you for keeping reading until the end. I’m sorry for the delay, but believe me, I want to give you something I love and you could love in every single word.  

A long one but really worthy.

Thank you so much. 💜

Like we said arrow shot, arrow forgotten or something like that.

Carol greeted me with a I-just-came-back from vacation smile. “Happy New Year!”

I giggle as I put my credentials in the optical reader. “Happy New Year Carol. Did you enjoy the vacation?” 

She nods effusively as follow me with her eyes. “The rumors about the hats are true, huh?” 

I laughed as I touched the Christmas hat that these 3 weeks we wore a different color for each one of us, to keep the spirit all the time.

“Nice touch, huh?” Carol laughs. “They are in…”

“Third field, all are already there.” She completed my phrase. 

“Thanks Carol.”

I walked but today the cold breeze started to make me shiver. 

“Morning.” Olivia greeted me as she saw me walking to the entrance. “Please tell me…”

 I pulled out containers from my bag. “Nanny send you these.” And I saw Charlotte about to complain. “For each one of you.”

Nanny woke up early and made french toast for each one of the team including the coaches, while they were melting at each bite I sent a small video to her.

“Ok, we definitely enjoyed this breakfast but, wash your hands and get back so we can start.” Robert announced after finishing all their breakfast.

I’m for sure, more precise in each one of my shots, now I rarely hit the 8, my shoulder is stronger, I'm definitely in my moment.

“That's… So damn close.” I thigh my fist after seeing my arrow was so close to the small black dot in the small yellow circle.

“Bows down little kids.” Marie Anne shouted looking at Robert's notebook.

“Come closer please.” Robert has that mischievous face, as we walk to the tent and sit. “All right, we will have a fantastic year, I know losing time with your family must be hard, however we prepare something special for you.”

Liam gave us one by one a small box or paper bag. As we opened each one of us found a full day of spa, all including and the reservation for our favorite restaurant.

“I mean I don't want to sound ungrateful but I don't have the reservation.” I turn my box upside down.

“You, girl, have a full day in physiotherapy.” Marie Anne winks at me.

“Golden girl at maintenance.” Matt jokes. “Don't worry I'll drive you there.”

Sunday morning as he said I found Matt having breakfast at my house before me.

“I thought Nanny was here.” Matt complains, taking a sip of his juice.

I muttered sitting next to Mia. “Oh, hello.” 

Mia has calmed down these weeks, I don't think she understands my decision but respect it and put things aside.

“I thought you were a morning person but this guy.” She pointed at him with her fork. “Arrive at 6 am, 6!”

Matt smiles at Mia and stands for putting more honey in her pancakes. “I love you too Mia.”

Mia saw me looking at the small table in the entrance.“Nothing yet.”

Everyday I receive a peony of different color and small note, but suddenly, it stops on New Year's Eve, it could be a sign.

“I wasn't looking for that.” Mia nodded clearly, she didn't believe me. 

After I eat my breakfast, Matt and I drive to the clinic or at least that's what I thought until he takes a different driveway.

“You take the wrong one.” I say my eyes on my phone. 

Days passed but people were gossiping about why I didn't attend the ceremony where Max got his World Wide Champion trophy. The day of the ceremony Matt posted a story where you can see us practice, turning down the rumors for I keep focus. 

We avoided talking about if we broke up or not with other people and we confused them with the mixing signs; the account of Red Bull Racing published photos of the race, in one slide, me and Max hugging each other, but also the federation published photos of us training that had Max like in each one of them, however people questioned if he’s already in postseason, why he didn't post something with me.

“Matt?” He has a smile. “Where are we going?” We drove out of the city.

He clears his throat. “You remember the camping site where we used to go as teenagers.” 

I nod. “The best 3 hours of bus of the day. Although I should be in the clinic.” Matt raises his finger. 

“No, I said I will take you but I didn't specify when. You can sleep, I'll drive us safe and sound.” 

I laugh, closing my eyes and enjoying the now 1 and half hour drive.

I woke up because of the silent notice that we were already there and Matt went ahead leaving a note in the car.

<I don’t want to wake you, I’ll meet you in the lake.>

I stretched my arms before going to the lake which was hidden between big trees, in winter just branches and big trunks hidden it. In our 15's we used to come on frequently just to enjoy the sounds and playing with rocks, keeping us far away from the stress of training.

I notice how some places didn’t change at all, like the time stops. I saw him, hands in his pockets watching the lake.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep hard as rock.” I put my right hand in his left pocket trying to warm, but immediately noticed something wrong.

“Yeah, Olivia drove Matt back like 30 minutes ago.” I try to take my hand out but he closes his around mine.

“Max.” He giggles and tingles our finger inside of his pocket. “What are you doing here?” 

“Do me a favor. See that box.” I leaned my head to our right. “Could you open it?”

I narrow my eyes but he scoffs. “Please.” I can’t with those eyes. 

“I need my hand for that.” I try to pull out useless, he walks with me, only I take out until I have to pick up the box.

Is a small one still a little bit heavier for its size. I open and he holds the lid. The first thing I found was the cap he got for the first place in Silverstone, the second is 3 sets of tapes with different colors, my favorite ones.

“For your fingers.”

I laugh, the set was composed of 3 packages of tapes. “Max I don’t use a full package in a day, one lasts me at least three months.” He shrugged his shoulders, a smile on his face.

In the bottom a small black box, my recklessness made Max take the box leaving me only with the black one, I scoff but slowly I opened the box. A gold and delicate necklace with a pendant, “1” and the initials of my name.

“I tried to protect you.” Max has that regretting expression in his face, utterly strange for me to see that. I let him speak grabbing the necklace. “I didn’t want to realize the fact I hid things from you; it was hurting you more. Isn’t an excuse, but you were going through a hard time and I don’t want to be another hard moment in your life. I put you aside, and I’m so sorry.”

He scoffed sadly. “When we begun this I told you I don’t want to keep you hide and I just did that, I hide things from you, fuck.” 

Max grips the box tight for the way his knuckles turn white, I spoke first. “I feel unpeaceful these weeks.” He instantly raised his eyes from the box. “I mean, look at me I’m shaking just having you here in front of me, in a good way.”

I raise my hand for he can see the slight tremble in my hand.

He grabs my hand and kisses my forehead. “I can’t change the past, but I really want to build a future with you. I want to be someone you lend to all the time. Could you…could…” He shutter, I can’t help it, I kiss his cheek so close to his lips.

“Could you give me a second chance? Please.” 

I bit my lip. I sincerely want to give him that second chance but I need to keep my feelings on the right path, especially this year.

“Max, I have an important qualifier this year, I need to be focused on what I’m doing and being distracted about if you would come or if you are with me, it’s the last thing I need.” Max nods but Checo was right, he didn't give up.

I grab the box of his hands. “Could you give me time to think about it?” An unexpected smile forms on his face and he nods effusively.

“All you need.” He kissed my cheek.

“Do you mind giving me a ride to my house?” Max giggles but we start to walk.

-

“You are dead meat!” Matt mocks my voice as he sits in the airport waiting for our call. “And I get this!” 

He has a bruise on his right cheek, already deep purple.

“Such a baby! It was with the kids' equipment.” I sat next to Olivia who was in the middle of us.

When I found him the next day in the federation I ran after him but he’s faster than me so I grabbed a bow and arrow that kids used in their first months of practice, any sharp point just a type of sticker to remain stuck to the target.

Matt scoffs and looks at me. “Am I the one who disappears on the weekend?” 

Max stayed all weekend in town, he even met my parents, in an almost lethal encounter with my dad who I swear I never looked at anyone with those eyes. As the day passed and they talked, forcefully at the beginning of mom, dad said goodbye to Max not like Mr. Verstappen, just Max.

“Enough! Please enough.” Charlotte giggles and puts a cookie in our mouths for we shut up. “We have a long flight, two weeks far from home and qualification in the way, let’s relax and let the reprimand for when we come back.” 

Olvia stands and hugs Charlotte. “Thank you.” 

We’re not mad just messing with each other, the truth is being with Max that weekend was the best still doesn't change my decision. I know it was an unusual day, that’s not our daily life.

The first days were really calm, a few interviews, training and normal talks with other teams. 

“Morning Y/N.” One of the girls in the competition greeted me with an unusual smile. 

“I’m so jealous of you!” Her friends said. “In a good way, of course.” 

I don’t have any chance to answer because they keep walking, giggling as I walk confused to the table where the team is eating.

“Why is everybody looking at me as if I had a bug or something?” I sit in front of Charlotte who rolls her eyes and puts her cellphone in front of me.

At that moment, Olvia put her hand with her phone down, unable to answer to whatever is on the screen, putting my tray with my breakfast. 

“Charlotte first things first, we’re in the middle of a competition.” Charlotte smiles at me in an apologetic way, I shake my head as I take a drink of my juice. It’s for the best to keep me focused.

The day for team qualifications arrived in calm, I stayed focused all day, my shoulder feels great, I have my mind concentrated, it's time to put it to work together. 

The match is aggressive and all the teams know that if you want to “rest” a little bit before the Olympics you must secure your place in the first competitions.

To have all the things under control we agreed I’ll go in second place, Charlotte who has the better match lately, go first and Oliva with her experience will close the sets. By the finish of the second set things we’re equal, if we have 3 last good shots this is ours. 

Charlotte hits with ease, hits the 10, puts in us as leaders.

“Good shot.” Olvia keeps cheering us up, before I stand in the shot line, Robert who is with us gives me the last indications.

“Strong, and steady.” I heard Charlotte as I take a deep breath, I don’t shutter and release in 6 seconds, <9>

“Great, great.” We bump our fist and Oliva just had to secure the qualification with all above 8.

With her experience and showing why she is the team leader, easily hitting the <10>

Charlotte and I scream and hug each other carefully without hitting with the bow, as Rober hugs Olivia before joining us. We hear the scream and shouts from the terraces where we can easily distinguish our family and the male team. 

By the end of all the matches we have a few minutes to go with our families before going back to the hotel.

“There you are!” My mom hugs me tightly, giving a kiss in my head. “Mrs. Olympic.” 

“Mom.” I whined with a side to side smile before my dad lifted me and kissed my cheek.

“So proud of you, so proud!” Mia jumps over me with a huge smile and her classic neon pink cardboard.

“I hope to jump on you next month.” Mia’s qualification will take place next month and like her coach said, <Only a hurricane could take her out.>

“Nanny will come to tomorrow's qualification, they lost the flight, huge drama.” Dad said and I nod giggled because probably they lost the flight for confusing the hours.

“I’m sorry for cutting the celebration but…” Robert appears winning hugs from my family. “We have to go, the next time you will have her for a longer time.”

Mia grips my arm. “Can you wait a little bit, just a couple of minutes?” I hug her but with a competition in the next few days makes our times tight.

“Sorry Mia, not today.” Robert smiles and grabs my bag. “Tomorrow you can have her a little bit more.”

Mia looks at our mother who shrugged her shoulders. “Please.” But her answer came with the staff calling for us.

I kiss Mia before Robert and I go, happy for the good qualification.

With an early competition trying to avoid the hot sun of the noon, I woke up early, I only answered the call from my family and left my phone with Liam, avoiding distractions. All the team came with me until the entrance of the arena where we split up.

One by one wish me and let me know I will have success, but all see with Matt, we take our time.

Matt hugs me tight and holds me there for a couple of minutes. “You got this, alright? Hey, you come pretty far in less than a year, believe it, this will be the cherry on top.”

Liam calls me and high five with Matt. 

“Take care of her coach.” Liam laughs ironically.

“Don’t even say it.”

The first set was a total domination of my opponent, the wind increased and I felt unsure to shoot the arrow every time; in the small break, I took a deep breath and heard Liam.

“Remember, your shoulder is perfectly fine, now believe in you.” He pointed to the bow. “Adjust a little, it’s ok, you already shot in the worst conditions.” 

I scoff and hear the beep for the next set. Apparently benefiting me, because my opponent starts to miss her aim, even shooting for a 6 that gives an open window to win this one.

Liam praised me and I took my time for a quick look to the terrace. The pink cardboard came out easily, even an odd one I was able to see quickly.

I shake my head and take a deep breath. “One more, one more.”

The set was tight, the first shot was almost equal but by the last one, the wind was awfully increasing. I heard the gasp before the last arrow of the other girl, and I saw the score, 7, that gives a small window, all above 9 is a win.

I take my position but at the second I low the bow, a strong wind moves it, so I put it down and Liam starts the countdown, at 10. I barely reach my position with the bow and make the release.

I close my eyes right away after I feel the arrow come out of it.

The cheer and screams of my name make me open and the score is 10, the set is mine along with the qualification. 

Tears ran down my face. I get my head down as Liam covers me with a soft hug repeating the same words over and over again. “So proud of you.” 

I sniff and wipe my tears and hugs him with my free hand after calm a little bit I congratulate my opponent and put the bow down, as I see all the people I love there, the girls jumping and waving her hands; my parents crying and Mia screaming to the top of her lungs; Matt clapping and raising his hands making the people scream more.

But I took my time and saw in detail the last cardboard, a foraging language surrendered by hearts.

The staff indicated to me that it's time to go because they set everything for the award ceremony.

I wave my hand to the people before grabbing my bow and follow Liam back. Reporters asked me a couple of questions and even mentioned how I feel with the absence of Maxx one more time but with an event of Red Bull today, he couldn’t split in two. I answered like I've been doing all the time.

“We know our times are difficult to match, Max is with me in different forms.”

I held my tears almost all the ceremony until after giving our medals, I received the golden ticket, making official my qualification to the Olympics. In that moment one more time started to cry of happiness surrounded by shouts, whistles and claps for all there.

As soon as I can I run to meet my family where everyone hugs me and congratulates me.

“What a match! One more arrow and I could faint.” Anton, who arrives just in time for my competition, hugs me. “Congratulations!”

“Who said Charles couldn’t keep his eyes open in that last arrow?” Alexa hugs me, mocking Charles. 

“Am I the one who closes the eyes of each shot of the other girl?” He won’t let her go easily. “Unbelievable. Totally deserved.”

“Are you free to go?” I never heard those words coming out from my father's mouth.

Liam scoff shaking his head. “Tomorrow morning.”

“Didn't even a single night?” I pat my father's arms, he smiles. “Sorry, excited for you, I want to celebrate you properly.” 

We know we have a special dinner at the beginning of a hard year. The next morning we are all free to go, usually we go back home in the same flight but it seems my dad won't let this happen.

I should feel tired at the end of the dinner, but I’m full of energy, so I keep walking around the garden of the hotel.

“Finding it hard to sleep?” Olivia makes me jump, she is clearly sleepy.

I nod and giggle. “Two years ago I was stuck in a hospital room praying that I could raise my shoulder, now look at me.” I raised my arms. “I'm going to the Olympic Games.”

Olivia laughs. “Go, we cover you.”

I looked from one side to the other, but no one was around. “Olivia.” 

Charlotte enters running with my cap on hands. 

“Go, go, go.” Charlotte pushed me to the main door. “I call a cab, it will take you there, and wait for you for 30 minutes.”

Years ago after every successful competition I used to go back to the field where people kindly let me shoot a couple of arrows, and came back to the hotel.

“Robert will write my name.” I whispered but Olivia opened the door.

“Robert probably is sleeping or taking the last notes in the evil notebook.” Charlotte said with a smile pushing me, putting her hand on the top of my head for I don't bump into the car, even my bag is already there.

“Go!”

The driver kept silent all the time, when I arrived the security guard smiled at me and opened the door.

He turned on the lights as we walked to the field. “I already knew you were coming, I changed the target I hope is correctly set.”

I shake my hands. “I don't want to give you trouble, it'll be a couple of arrows and I'll leave.” 

“Take your time.” He passes next to me as I sit on the ground and start to open my bag.

Wait, how does he know?

I was about to put out all my things when I noticed a box on the top of it, with a small note with Matt handwriting. “Special occasion.” I giggle, if it's some kind of prank…

I didn’t have time to concrete my idea because another wood box was inside, this clearly more expensive, tie in the front a small key that clearly opens the tiny lock. Inside a lot of polaroids and small red envelope.

I took as I smile forms on my face, photos of me and Max in different moments, different occasions, each one with a different meaning for us with small notes from Max at the back; but what I call for my attention are the last ones.

Photos of the open practice we had 4 days ago, the competition for teams, and photos of today, and he holding the cardboard. Impossible. 

I quickly take out the red envelope which has written. <A special bonus from Charles ft Checo.>

Again more polaroid but this time Max in each one in different parts of the paddock, in the garage, the interviews all with cellphone in his hand; Charles clarify what he’s seeing, me. Each one of my competitions and the reactions before I did a good shot, his fist tight and raising a little bit.

“That was an infiltration.” I raise my head and Max is there rubbing his hands in his tights. “I hope you heard me at that perfect shot because my throat feels pretty sore.” 

I try to control the shaking of my hands, unable to stand up, keeping the distance between us. “You've been here for…?” 

Max presses his lips together thinking in his answer. “Thursday from the past week? Oh, Wednesday.” He smiles. “I was dying to see you in your best moment, show you that I’m here, I support you in every goal, every challenge and every fall. I want to be part of your life. I don’t want to be a question in your life, I want to be next to you, just be with you.”

I clear my throat and search for the photo of him holding the cardboard. “I don’t speak Dutch, so wha…”

“I love you. Ik houd van jou.” Max stole my words. “I love you, that’s what has been on my mind every time I see you, every time I hear you and every tim..”

I stood and ran to him holding him by his neck and put my legs around his waist, Max quickly put one of his arms around my waist and the other holding my head. 

“Fuck. I missed this.”  He whispered in my ear. “I’m so sorry, I promise…”

I shake my head holding him tight. “I love you.” He takes out all the air he’s containing after he hears the same words from me. “I really do, but I was afraid, I’m sorry.” 

He didn't let me go, just split so he could see my face and smile. “I know, and have faith in this is.” He gives a peck on my lips. “I already proved to you I don’t give up.” I giggle and kiss him. 

“I love having you here but…” He whispers at my lips with our foreheads one next to the other. “I’m dying to kiss you properly.” 

I stand on my feets, pull him with my arm around his neck. I swear feeling his smile on my lips is the best sensation in the world.

Max covers both sides of my face with his hands and keeps me closer, until the lack of hair makes us split, he looks straight into my eyes and puts his arms around my waist.

“Look up.” He whispers at me, I choke my head making him giggle and raise his eyes.

The lights of paper lanterns started to appear like stars in the sky, I covered my mouth and he let me go just for hugging me at my back.

“I didn’t know about those restrictions after the competition.” That’s why the insistence of my father and Mia. “This is supposed to be seen in a special place but no one warned me about the rules.” 

I turn around to see him. “I love you.” I grab his face and kiss him. “I really really love you.” He put his arm around my neck and kissed me one more time.

“But how?” I turn around one more time seeing the last lantern keep coming; Max giggles and kisses the top of my head.

“We have good friends and family.” He takes a deep breath, I can feel a smile forming in his face.

“What?” I tingle our fingers, he sees me with my favorite smile from him.

His smile covers his eyes. “I have what? 4 months until the Olympics ” I giggle and give him a peck on his cheek. “I guess I need to study a little bit more.”

Both of us laugh as we keep kissing, when we split he finally saw the necklace. The initial of my name is remplace for the <M>

He opened his eyes and I smiled. “A small correction.” 

The silence doesn’t feel uncomfortable, he’s like being at home. We tried even though it's hard to put into words.

“I love you.” 

Still, I didn’t know who said it first, but I’m pretty sure this time, I was faster than him.

[thevampiremarie]

treehouse chapter 33

Dream of the Endless | Lord Morpheus x reader pregnancy fic

Johanna Constantine comes bearing drinks and hard truths (ao3 link here if you prefer to read there)

Trouble finds you a couple days later in the form of a dark-eyed magician in a stunning white coat, twice as lovely as the Devil and three times more mischievous.

“Knock knock, princess,” Johanna Constantine declares as she raps her scarred knuckles against the open door of your bedchamber.

You were hoping for company - not Morpheus’s, but perhaps Matthew to giggle over Morpheus’s habit of making an ass out of himself, or Lucienne to show you another book or open another archive in the great library for you…

But you had not yet had the opportunity to talk to Johanna since her dramatic entrance into the throne room and the various things that happened after. “Johanna!” You greet her, trying to suppress the blush in your cheeks as you recall what all did happen after you last saw her.

It’s not her fault that Dream chases you into your thoughts even when he’s not present.

She hugs you tightly and her long hair tickles your nose. “M’glad to see you’re still…” Johanna’s gaze darts to your messy hair and your skin warm with living blood and something like relief settles across her face.

Johanna’s chest rises and falls with breath the same way yours does. No one else in the Dreaming inhales. “Still me?” They have no need of it, of course, but it unnerves you all the same, highlighting even further the deep sense of wrongness that you do not belong here.

Even as you find reasons why you might want to stay.

Johanna smiles crookedly, showing a chipped tooth and another encased in gold. Another comfortingly human thing about her. “Still you. And as lovely as ever. Let me in, hm? We should talk.”

The bottle in her left hand is marked by a hand-drawn label and contains some sort of wicked-looking clear liquid that sloshes with a different viscosity from water.

“Over a bottle of Kentucky moonshine?”

Johanna pulls another bottle out of her coat with her right hand. “And some sparkling apple cider for you and the wee one.”

“How’d you know? I didn’t think I was showing that much…” You murmur, instinctively resting a protective hand over your mostly-normal stomach. Only you and Morpheus had truly been able to tell the difference between the soft curves of your body before and slight additional roundness now.

“Please, love. The whole supernatural world has been buzzing about what sort of mess Dream of the Endless is in now.” Johanna raises a finely arched eyebrow. “Or if you will, who Dream of the Endless is in now,” She quips with a smirk.

You brace yourself against the doorway, your knees suddenly feeling weak. “Gross! Blegh. So everyone…” You trail off. Your face is cold and pale. Mortification thrums through you like you’re a guitar string being plucked and played with.

“Is paying attention to you? Well, when two Endless go head to head over the life of a puny mortal like you, who can blame the lot?” Johanna replies with no small degree of pity. “Morpheus and one of the Others had some sort of fight not more than two weeks ago. The Fair Folk are notorious gossips, and demons even more so. I put the pieces together from there.”

No doubt the various dreams, nightmares, spirits, and whatnot have less regard for privacy compared to your fellow humans.

You’re nothing to them, after all. A blip in the great immortal life of Dream of the Endless. A few seconds in the grand scheme of time.

You sigh and step back from the doorway, allowing Johanna entry to your room.

It must have been the biggest joke in the known universe, and all at the expense of your ignorance. “It feels like I’m the only one who never got the news.” There are countless myths written mocking mortals who attempt to consort with gods, are there not? You fear that one day, your life will join the ranks of those stories.

Johanna’s face sours, her eyes glinting with a rage that makes you want to put a few paces between you and her. “He’s a right tosser for that one, love,” She mutters under her breath.

As Johanna holds out the sparkling apple cider for you to take, she unscrews the top of her Kentucky moonshine with her teeth and takes a swig so prolonged that it’s a miracle she doesn’t choke. When Johanna comes back up for air, her cheeks are reddened and her eyes are as jovial and friendly as usual. “Bottoms up,” She says, gesturing to your own bottle.

You gesture silently to the cap and she pries it off with her teeth again, spitting the metal out into some remote corner of your bedchamber for the dreams that tidy up your space to find.

The acrid scent of alcohol carries across the room, making you wrinkle your nose as you try to suppress the faintest pangs of nausea.

Some of the apple cider helps settle your stomach to the point that you’re confident you won’t vomit if you open your mouth. “I bet this melodrama must seem so ridiculous to you,” You say softly, bowing your head and contemplating the dark green glass bottle in your hand. A warped distortion of your face looks back at you. “Johanna Constantine, great magician and legendary exorcist. I’ve done some research of my own.”

You sneak another wary glance at her bottle, then back again at Johanna getting well on her way to sloshed with an ease that speaks of habit.

Drunkenness in yourself and others stopped being amusing a long time ago. Probably around the first time you had to mop your mother’s vomit off the floor. But at least you can manage a drunkard. It’s a regular sized task, not a Herculean feat involving things humans have no business being involved in. And here in the Dreaming - the only thing that could hurt you is Morpheus.

“And human. Can’t forget that bit. That’s the most important part,” Johanna replies.

In spite of her inebriation, you soften the tiniest bit to Johanna. Even you lost sight of that when you found out her reputation, and the reputation of her illustrious family.

“While I can’t say I was expecting for you to pop up, especially not in the throne room, it’s nice to see a friendly face.” You truly mean the sentiment, and some of the built up tightness in your chest at being in this confusing dimension for as long as you have eases in Johanna Constantine’s company.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t more… forthcoming when we first met. Was hopin’- perhaps foolishly- you’d have the good sense to leave this world well alone. I see now that was futile.” Johanna means it too. Her good intentions and resulting regret practically flow off her words. Silently, Johanna makes another dent in her liquor bottle, this time out of a misplaced sense of guilt.

“No need to apologize. You helped plenty. I would’ve never known otherwise. Morpheus was fixing to drag this out as long as he could, maybe until the end of my life. I merely forced his hand.” You have to stop and laugh at the irony of it all - the choices other people have made for you to try and stop you from knowing, and how they were futile in the end.

All for nothing besides pain, grief, and betrayal. For you and him, and you, your family that you miss desperately, and Johanna.

The otherworldly beauty of your surroundings pales in comparison, unable to enchant your feelings away.

Johanna stares at you for a long moment before holding her hand out.

Next thing you know, she’s hugging you and you’re crying into the collar of her jacket that smells like laundry detergent and cigarette smoke. It’s hard to explain how a virtual stranger makes you feel so safe. You miss your friends so desperately and if you concentrate enough, you can pretend Willow is the one hugging you. Humans are pack animals, after all.

When you finally let go, Johanna presses the bottle of cider into your hand from where you had set it down on the floor. “Magical bullshit has a habit of taking innocent people, chewing them up, and spitting them out broken and unrecognizable. Dream of the Endless is the last being on this Earth or any others who should be given a gift such as yourself to care for,” She says with iron-clad conviction.

So Johanna’s grievances are deeply personal, then. “Tell me. Tell me what he did to you,” You ask, even though a small part of you doesn’t want to know.

For the first time since you’ve met her, the dark haired magician hesitates. Her face pales and she presses her lips together in a thin, tense line. In the absence of Johanna’s words, you guide her to sit with you in a pair of upholstered chairs in a small room adjoining your bedroom, a fancy reception salon of sorts.

Johanna takes her jacket off and folds it over the back of the chair before dropping heavily into the seat. “Not so much what he did to me. It’s what he did to Rachel.” She scrubs her face with a hand, drawing your attention to the dark bags under her eyes and the stress lines in her forehead.

Johanna tells you everything. The sand won from a demon, the kind woman who’s sweetness singed Johanna’s skin, how Johanna ran from Rachel’s sunlit eyes because all she’s ever known is fighting, not living. In her hurry to break that bond, she left every possession behind.

That is until Morpheus burst into Johanna’s life looking for that sand, a tall pillar of shadow and starlight who brought only destruction with him. And then the end. 

“I’m so sorry. I- I don’t know what to say.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. You hunch slightly, crossing your arms over your stomach, holding back a reflexive apology for Morpheus’s actions. Not to justify why you care for him, but because his hurts have somehow become your own. You bear his guilt.

“Do you know what it felt like to find her there? Not so much broken as she was… disintegrating. Rotting. His magic rotted her from the inside out. Morpheus’s sand left nothing of Rachel behind. She was a fuckin’ wraith,” Johanna spits out venomously. She’s too drunk to stand so she slumps even further into her chair, a tear gathering in the corner of her bloodshot eyes as she stares at the ornate ceiling.

Johanna roughly rubs it away with the long sleeve of her tight, plain charcoal black shirt. “I share most of the blame, of course. If it hadn’t been for me, for bringing the sand into her life and then abandoning her… Rachel would still be alive. There’s many, many people who would still be alive if not for my magic and I.” Her gaze flickers to you, bright with pain, as if she sees all of her ghosts stand shoulder to shoulder with you.

She takes another drink and the burning smell of alcohol grows like a specter haunting her narrative.

The bottle is halfway done. “You’re like Rachel. You’re innocent. I can fuckin’ smell the goodness coming off of you.” She’s so, so angry. “You’ve done nothing wrong and here you are. Tangled up in the supernatural, the enemy of one Endless and the obsession of another, your life forever changed. Because of one god and his carelessness and his urgent need to get his dick wet,” Johanna finishes in a mumble, her expression marred with bitterness.

“Johanna… Tell me about the others,” You urge.

“You know, I spend so much time watching good people die, and then drinking so I can forget about the sounds they made as they died, that I sometimes forget how perceptive sobriety can make you. Her name was Astra. Astra Logue.”

Your chest suddenly feels weighed down, like something’s squeezing your heart. Maybe it’s the hormones. “Astra’s a pretty name for a girl. Unique.” 

Johanna wipes her nose on the edge of her sleeve, and then rubs away the tear tracking down her cheek. “And she was just a girl when she died. When I- I killed her. Just as Dream should’ve safeguarded his corrupting sand from Rachel, kept it from ever hurting her, I should’ve protected Astra. I thought, in my hubris, that it was an easy thing to fight a demon. Summon another demon, they cancel each other out, I win. Astra survives.” 

“But it didn’t work out like that.”

Johanna shakes her head and you just… shatter. A sob builds in the back of your throat. You hold it down as this is not your grief, not your place to mourn.

“It didn’t. And she lost- Astra lost her soul. Do you understand? Her soul. My demon, that I brought into this plane, dragged her soul to Hell. I have to live with that for the rest of my days, knowing there’s a little girl being tortured from here ‘till eternity because of my mistakes. You think there’s blood on my hands? Dream of the Endless is absolutely covered in it.”

You could not be more bereft if you had been the one to birth Astra, to raise her, love her, and braid her hair everyday before school. And to know what happened to this little girl you never even met, to know that she’s in pain that will never end and no one can save her from it, no one is there to comfort Astra and tell her it will be alright…

Will it be your baby that pays the price next? You’re an adult. You know the risks of being here and with Morpheus. You consented. But bringing an unborn child into this-

Is that something you can live with on your conscience?

“Mortals and immortal things should never mix. It’s our lives they play with, and we alone suffer the consequences.” Johanna turns away from you for privacy to compose herself. Her dark red painted nails fiddle with the St. George medallion hanging around her neck, sliding it up and down the chain.

You let the quiet stand uninterrupted. A moment of silence for Astra Logue and Rachel.

Johanna breaks it first. The grief has passed and she can breathe freely now. “What are you thinking right now, love?” She asks. Her eyes are dry, if a little red still.

You’re struck by the strength that radiates off of her. The sheer force of her presence envelops her like armor. Her limbs are strung with sharpened steel, not ordinary flesh and bone.

“Can I be honest?” For all that she’s given you to think about, you know yourself. Your compass has always been pointed due North.

“By all means.” Her dark eyes are as warm as a cup of hot tea.

“I love him. I can’t not love him. I’ve tried. But I… I will never be anything other than myself. I want you to know that. You don’t have to protect me. You can forgive yourself for Astra and Rachel. I absolve you, Johanna.”

Your words pierce through her armored countenance sharper than an arrow.

“He’s not going to chew me up and spit me out. I swear it. Thank you for coming for me. Thank you for helping me to understand. He wronged Rachel and who knows who else, I don’t doubt that for one second.” You reach out to gently rest your hand on Johanna’s arm. Her body temperature runs hotter than you expect.

You have to blink away the memory of cool skin warmed by the heat of your skin and eyes the color of ice and blue flame, all at the same time. “But I’ve walked away from him before. My liberty is my beginning and end. You know when you get frostbitten, and you lose your extremities first because your body agrees to sacrifice anything to keep your organs alive? Like that. That’s how I fight, to the very last cell. If I decide to stay here, that decision will be made freely and without duress.”

Her gaze searches you for any small fracture or chipping paint in your resolve. She finds no such weakness.

“My goal was that I might convince you to walk away. But I understand. Though I won’t force you from here unwillingly, I also know you’re not here willingly.” Johanna raises one of her dark eyebrows knowingly. She’s seen this before, perhaps, seen countless other humans walk deeper into the abyss instead of returning to safer shores.

Who are you to flout convention? “I’m not, unfortunately. I wish we could’ve met again under better circumstances.” The pressure on your chest lightens as you take in Johanna’s soft, proud smile, despite how badly she wants to disapprove, and how the stress lines that signal her burdens disappear when she thinks of softer things. Like you.

It gives you pause. Perhaps in another world, another time, another universe…

Or perhaps not, as long as there were dreams to be had in those alternate realities and a dark haired lord to dream of.

Her brow furrows. “Don’t you worry. You can’t get rid of me that easily. I’m bound by honor to fight for you. To protect you, so you can truly decide if this is what you want. You’re not alone here. I will be your sword,” Johanna declares. She’s a knight with dented, tarnished armor, sure, but a knight all the same.

You’re simply unsure if you’re in need of rescue. “I don’t want you to get hurt. Not over me,” You tell her. 

“You think I can’t hold my own against him? Really? Love, I’m hurt, crushed. You’ve wounded me with your doubt,” Johanna quips, dramatically holding her hand to her chest with a fake gasp. She only holds the pose for half a second before succumbing to giggles.

“My apologies, Lady Knight.” You summon all the poise you can and incline your head with the affected, overdone elegance of some queen from a storybook.

Johanna’s giggles turn into hiccups, no doubt from the prodigious quantity of moonshine. “‘S alright, princess. You’ll see.”

“Why do I have the strangest feeling you mean that literally?” You sigh as you gently pry the empty bottle away from her, feeling half like a mother already.

Her eye teeth, unnaturally long and sharp like twin daggers, poke out of her parted lips stretched into a thin smile. “Some things are still for me to know and you to find out.”

You nod as if that platitude is enough, as if lies from Johanna Constantine’s mouth are easier to swallow than lies from Morpheus’s. But you know instinctively that if you went to Morpheus and asked outright, he’d tell you the truth. “Alright, I’ll leave it be. For now. But don’t be fooled- I’ll find out whatever it is you’re plotting eventually.” Johanna has underestimated you.

Morpheus doesn’t. He told you he loved you after you slit a man’s throat for him.

She pats your hand gently before pulling herself to her feet and stretching her wiry, muscular arms above her head. “I have no doubt about that, princess. Get some rest. No offense but you look…” Johanna gestures to the marks on your face left by sleepless nights, the hollows of your eyes so dark they almost look like bruises.

And the sallow tinge to your skin, and how you grimace every now and then, painfully reminded by your swollen joints and overworked muscles that you were not meant for this environment. You were not born to thrive here, without real sunlight. There is only the impression of sunlight dreamed by billions, and the air is not the air of the atmosphere of Earth. Your lungs don’t know how to process the memory of air in place of the real stuff.

“Sometimes it’s hard to sleep here. I can’t tell the difference anymore when I’m asleep and when I’m awake,” You admit, tucking your chin into your collarbone, feeling a sudden rush of shame at the weakness bred into your genes.

No. You should not be ashamed. If you looked hard enough, you would find your own dreams built into the foundation of this great palace.

Johanna’s face twists with sympathy. “Traversing realms is difficult even for the most experienced sorcerers. Don’t be too hard on yourself. I will go to Dream of the Endless and see what we can do to make you more comfortable,” She says. She leaves with a drunken stumble, steadying herself on the doorway before making it out into the hall.

The bouquet of flowers that stands on your bedside table draws your attention. Morpheus picked them himself for you from the meadows of Fiddler’s Green. He asked you to point out the ones you liked so you wouldn’t have to bend down to gather the violets and daisies and chicory yourself. You remember how his eyes fluttered shut in contentment when you touched his cheek in thanks.

A fevered urge stirs in your breast, taking control of your shaking hands and disoriented mind. You recognize it as a desire for unveiled honesty and the comfort that can only be found in someone else’s arms.

[fic--writer]

Lollipop

Rolan is too addicted on his magic lollipops. Tav decides to take a risk and exploit this.

Warnings: NSFW! Addicted, Dominance and Submission, Smut.

Additional: a must read if you like tormenting the Archmage as much as I do. Generally the D/S genre isn't my thing, but I had a f*cking dream about this idea. I woke up laughing and couldn't help but write this. Enjoy.

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Rolan took the opaque jar. When he didn't hear the familiar rustle of sweets inside, he didn't immediately believe what was happening. He shook the jar properly, then harder, but only a deafening silence echoed back, increasing his alarm.

In his haste he tore off the lid with his claws and tossed it aside. Yes, he was right - the jar was empty. Although he definitely remembered that there was still one more lollipop left there. His favourite, the magic lolly. The one he always enjoyed when work got hard.

Everyone in the tower knew very well that taking the Archmage's sweets, especially without permission, was not only dangerous to one's health, but also to one's life. Everyone in the tower remembered what had happened to the unfortunate elf who had made that mistake.

Everyone knew about it. And yet someone had the nerve to steal his lolly. The last one! Well, who would dare to do such audacity?! Only one creature in the whole damn tower could have the audacity to do such a thing. Only one:

“Taaaaaav!!!”

Rolan screamed at the top of his lungs. His howl shook every wall in the building. He knew that there was no need for an investigation or a detective here. He knew that for sure. Only she was the one who kept looking at his satisfied face when he hid a lolly bar behind his cheek. Besides, Tav was a real rogue - mischievous and unceremonious. She had no sense of propriety or manners. Why would a thief need them? And why had he invited her to work with him...

The Archmage's blood boiled and he sprinted. He ran like a young trotter, sweeping everything in his path with his tail. He looked into every room in search of Tav, and woe betide anyone who got in his way. Rolan pushed, shoved and knocked down every unfortunate creature.

He found her in a small pantry. Tav was standing with his back to him, rearrange, or rather pretending to rearrange, at a supply of parchment on one of the shelves.

"Tav! Look at me" - the Archmage shouted, unable to contain his anger.

She turned slowly, and Rolan's world shrank to a single point. His suspicions were justified. Tav looked him straight in the eye and he heard a crackling sound from her mouth. It was the sound of the lollipop rolling from side to side as it hit her teeth. The lollipop was missing the wand that had penetrated it, Tav had probably just disposed of it ruthlessly.

But what happened next didn't just send Rolan into a violent insanity; this caused a storm of rage in him, comparable, perhaps, to the most destructive power of a volcano.

Tav stuck out her tongue, a red lolly glittering at the tip:

"Have you lost this?" - she said with the intonation of a daring little devil.

"Lost it? You stole it from me! You sneaky bitch, I gave you shelter, I gave you a job..." - Rolan spat out each word as he approached her and rolled up his sleeves.

"Wow, and I saved your red arse from impending doom, or have you forgotten? Choose your expressions."

"You know you're being extremely unwise, don't you? Oh, you probably know that."

He moved close to Tav and grabbed her cheeks, squeezing them with his claws:

"Spit it out now. Be an obedient dog. Return the stolen and maybe you'll stay in one piece."

Why, you may ask, was the Archimage so concerned about a some lollipops? Because they were not ordinary sweets, but magical ones. And only one merchant, almost from the Far Far Away Realm, agreed to supply them to Baldur's Gate from time to time.

Rolan first discovered them in one of the Tower's warehouses, and immediately tried them. The magic of these lollipops was that they could adapt to the needs and moods of the consumer. Perhaps it was a trait of the Tieflings or something else, but Rolan was instantly addicted to them. And now he was paying the price of sixteen rare old folios for one of these little jars. But that did not bother him. The effect they had on him - the ultimate pleasure and explosion of endorphins - was worth every gold, he thought.

"No, that won't do" - Tav muttered, her lips pressed together, "let's play a game and then we'll see."

"Excuse me? How about I hit you with a thunderwave, right here, and just take what's mine?" - Rolan shook her harder and harder, - "Hey! Don't you dare swallow that!"

"Oh no, the The Archmage will not do that. You'd kill or maim me for some stupid candy? Me, the saviour of Baldur's Gate and legend of the Sword Coast? Ha-ha! No, you would never do that, Rolan. Would you? You care so much about your... reputation." - She laughed gruntingly and slapped his hands, struggling.

"I don't care about reputation when it comes to..."

"It comes to what? To your little secret? To your addiction? You know nothing escapes my hawkish gaze."

"Zurgan! When it comes to property rights and basic rules of decency. Civility! Have you heard of it?" - The Archmage's nostrils flared as he jabbed at her with the index finger of his right hand, the other still shake her.

"So remind me, what was it about the rule that made you master of this Ramazite tower?"

Rolan released her abruptly and tapped his horns with claws, a thud sounded. It was the same sound of fingers tapping on a table as they pondered. Sometimes she was unbearable.

He was certain that she had Trickster blood in her veins. One of her distant ancestors had undoubtedly been something more than a mediocre rogue. How else to explain her complete disregard for any rules of conduct in the pursuit of mischief? She manipulated him, she blackmailed him, she used every means of influence at her disposal. Not for nothing had she reminded him that she had saved him and that he had the Tower because of her. Of course, he still had respect for Tav, despite her obnoxious behaviour and endless pressure.

No wonder she had become so close to Astarion in her time. With that amoral vampire with no vector of direction...

"What do you want from me, Tav? What is it this time?" - Rolan pulled himself together as best he could and tried to concentrate, suppressing the urges of his nature. As much as he wanted to outwit she, he knew he would lose this battle. And then he would have nothing to gain.

"Good decision, you see, sometimes you are capable of constructive dialogue after all. Like I said, I want to play a game with you," - Tav straightened and shook himself off.

"Pfft, childish. What shall i do, solve riddles?"

"No, that would be too easy for a prodigy like you. I will ask you to perform actions of a ... various nature. And you'll be an obedient boy. If I see you trying, I'll reward you. And if not, you know, it's not infinite..." - Tav began to suck the lollipop more intensely, clearly demonstrating what would happen.

"Of various nature?" - the Archmage's face crumpled as he imagined the shameful scenes, and the lines on the bridge of his nose became clearly visible. - "Tav, are you sure the worm hasn't damaged your brain? Because..."

"Hey. Hush you, we're playing this game by my rules. Risk insulting me again and you'll end up with a nothing. And if you want the prize, you pay."

"Okay! Come on, speak up faster!" - It was becoming unbearable for him to be around the 'treat' that was so close, but not his. It was like an itch, painfully tickling his insides.

"Good boy! But why aren't you talking to me on your knees? Correct yourself and apologize for all the nasty things you said to me." - the smirk never left Tav's face as she gave the first command.

What an impertinent creature, Rolan thought, but reluctantly knelt before her:

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry? Wow, look at that, the proud mage apologising for the first time. It's not bad. But I respect the spectacularity. Is that any way to apologise to a lady?" - She held out her hand and brought it to his lips.

"Forgive me, Tav, for all I have said to you today." - The Archmage took her hand and kissed it.

"You apologise, but only for today? What happened to the prodigy's memory? And speak to me with respect! I'm your Mistress, not Tav!" - she was definitely getting turned on by this game, she was getting into character and had no intention of stopping.

Rolan glared at her angrily, but obeyed:

"Will my Mistress be so kind as to forgive me for all the unjust words I have spoken to her?" - he kissed her palm once more and gently tapped it against his forehead.

"That's better. Now it's time to show you what happens to obedient toys," - Tav licked her finger sensuously and leisurely and brought it up to the Archmage's face.

Rolan smelled the saliva soaked in the flavour of the magic lolly and was immediately disturbed. He shoved all his ego up his red arse and grabbed her finger in a frenzy, shoving it all the way into his mouth and sucking and swallowing it deliciously, trying not to hurt it with his tiefling fangs.

"Um, I didn't know how much you needed that. Hey, hey, take it easy! If you bite my finger off, the deal's off. Don't be so greedy, remember!"

Rolan licked and smacked for another half minute, forgetting any squeamishness as she tore her finger from him.

"Aren't you forgetting something, kitten? Courtesy? Civility?" - Tav clarified ironically.

"Thank you, my generous Mistress" - he murmured.

Rolan appreciated the treat he was being offered, he saw that cooperation paid off and he was not so intransigent anymore. Of course, Tav took this into account immediately. She realised that she could now manipulate him like her obedient puppet.

^Pardon my punctuation skills. I still suck at it.

[muffinsin]

The Fly Swatter- sub Cassandra x female Reader, Mommy kink, slight humor involved, 18+ (needless to say?!)

Let’s get into it! ;)

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Cassandra shrieked in surprise when a hand covered her bloody mouth and she was pulled in the room to her right.

She summoned her sickle when she was pushed up against the door and almost brought it down, but quickly redirected her aim and shoved her sickle in the wall instead when she saw your stupidly perfect face. "Are you demented?! I could have killed you!" she snapped. She tugged her sickle free, then turned back to you.

You were unnaturally close, your arms on either side of her head, your chest almost right up against yours. She stared down at your breasts, so close to hers.

She looked at you with wide eyes when you gripped her chin and made her look up at you. "But you didn't, did you?" you answered cheekily. She wanted to smile and strike you down at the same time.

"Because of my astonishing reflexes!" she argued. She was unused to being so close to you, and unused to being in this position, pressed against the door, almost trapped. She was not yet sure whether she enjoyed it.

"Are you going to calm down again, bug?"

She cursed herself for blushing. When she tried to playfully shove you away, you stayed in place. It flustered her slightly to be in this situation and she felt an ache in her lower parts already, growing more and more between her legs with every moment she spent pressed against the hard door.

"I brought you a gift" you announce proudly- yet the mischievous glister in your eyes has her suspicious. You planned something and she knew it. The trick was to find out what your plans contained, however.

"What is it?" she asked after a minute or so, her curiosity finally winning out towards the end. You smiled, then smirked at her. Cassandra shivered when you leaned close and brushed her hair behind her ear. Your warm breath tickled her earlobe as you talked. "A secret. Something that I will use on you to..." she was about to demand for you to finish your sentence when her own gasp cut off her thoughts. Your thigh was slotted firmly between hers, grinding against her core. "...bring you a lot of pleasure" you finished.

Cassandra moaned when you gripped her hips and pressed a kiss right under her ear to her neck. She bit her lip, curious about this gift. It must be something for the bedroom- she wondered whether you had it here.

She blushed a deeper shade of pink when she reached down and found a bulge between your legs. So it was one of those days...she bit her lip to keep from smirking.

"Very good, Cassandra" you cooed in her ear, making the woman slump and grind against your thigh. You loved how worked up you could get her in such little time. She moaned when you squeezed her hips. "But that is not your surprise. Mommy's got something by far better for you"

She shivered at the petname and glared at you; you knew exactly what it did to her. How her pussy drooled and she immediately started a battle within herself, deciding whether she could submit to you now. Her dusty pink nipples hardened under her dress and her panties sported a small, wet stain. She felt as though she was burning alive, but she was living for it.

She squeezed the strap her hand rested on, then moved on, resisting the urge to unzip your jeans and play with your accessory. She wanted to find this gift of yours first.

So instead she pushed herself closer to you, off the wall. Her thick, bloodied lips pressed against yours, making you hum. She burns with curiosity- what is this gift?

She reached out for your hands, but they were empty. She had already made sure nothing was hidden in your trousers and she doubted you hid it under your shirt. Still, her greedy hands kneaded your skin through your shirt, groping and touching whatever she could. She gasped when she felt your hand around her neck and moaned when she was pushed back against the door roughly, your body mere inches from hers, your thigh slotted between hers.

Had anybody else done as much as laid a hand on her or brushed against her, they would find themselves at the deadly end of her sickle. Had someone gripped her neck the way you have, Cassandra would have made it a point to drag their death out until they were begging for mercy.

It only made you feel more aroused to know this. The power you held over her was not something to took for granted, nor was it lost on you how special your bond with her was.

You smiled at her, a smile full of love, but also sadism, as though your lips and eyes told her she was in for a rough treat. Cassandra felt herself getting even more excited.

Her head was turned slightly and she pushed against your hand, her neck cold and smooth, her necklace an even colder surface against your hand.

Her eyes were wide, her pupils large. She looked at you and you weren't sure if she was about to beg and whimper for you or pounce and rip you apart. It was something you secretly enjoyed. Her golden eyes were beautiful, her furrowed eyebrows an indication of her neediness.

She keeps her eyes on you and turns her head slightly when you lean down and gently comb her hair behind her ear with your fingers. You hold a chocolate brown hair strand between your fingers. "You're so beautiful, Cassandra" you coo. She snorts "I know". That makes you smile, and you grin when you tighten your grip on her throat and pull her face closer.

"How about we go to your room and I'll show you my present?" you whispered, your hot breath hitting her cold earlobe. She doesn't bother with a response and immediately swarms out of your arms, eager to get to her room as quick as possible- and likely start searching for her gift.

Cassandra hardly paid any mind to you at all when you walked into the room. She had already made a rather big mess by emptying drawers and closets in search of the mysterious gift you got her. Her floor, usually rather clean due to the staff assigned to tidy her room, was now a mess of clothes, weapons, paper, pens and sex toys- sex toys which, to her disappointment, were all nothing new. She knew most of them well enough to rule out the possibility of your gift being among them.

Only when you gripped her wrist and pulled her flush against you did she meet your eyes.

"Look at this, Cassie..." you tsked. "You've made such a mess already. Can't I leave you on your own for a few minutes, sugar?" She shivered at the familiar petname.

Her golden eyes did not leave yours when you stepped away from her and continued to follow you when you moved to the empty closet. She blushed a bright pink when you bent down and picked up some of the toys that laid on the ground in front of it. Among them was a collar and leash, a dildo, a taser, rope, clothes too short and naughty to wear outside the bedroom (not that this stopped either of you), and a black leather paddle. When you mentioned for her to step closer, she did so surprisingly obediently.

"Undress, put your clothes over that chair"

She rolled her eyes. It was not the time to clean her room! Yet she did not wish to give you a reason to deny her of her gift any longer, or make her wait much longer, so she obeyed your command and returned to you.

The middle sister bit her lip when you attached the collar around her neck and smirked when you connected it to the leash. She knew this was one of your favorite accessories, and she had to admit that she enjoyed the tight sensation of the hard collar around her neck.

"Are you going to behave well enough to get your gift?" You cooed. She nodded. "Yes, mommy" she answered when you raised your eyebrow. Still, you seemed unsatisfied.

The brunette grumbled several curses under her breath, but eventually sunk to her knees. You smirk down at the submitting woman. It was such a rare sight to see her like this, and one reserved for you and only you. Her lips were parted a little and her golden eyes were fixated on you, dark pools of gold that you could easily get lost in.

Her dusty pink nipples were erect. She grumbled when you pushed the end of the leash in her mouth, but held it with her teeth nonetheless, eager to receive this present. Her thighs were parted slightly even in her kneeling position and the chain laid coldly against her chest, the beautiful, silver accessory between her perky breasts. Her hands rested on her pale thighs, but with a firm glance she moved them behind her back and crossed them, her fingers gripping her elbows. The action made her chest push out even more, her sensitive nipples nearly brushing against you.

You undid your zipper properly and pulled the strap on free. Her eyes almost seemed to sparkle.

"Will you wet it for Mommy?" the both of you knew that was no question, but rather a soft spoken command. She smirked at you, her teeth digging into the leather end of the leash in her mouth. That would not do at all.

Cassandra gasped when you ripped the leash from her mouth, then hissed and laughed when she felt your fingers gripping the back of her head tightly, tugging her hair and fisting your hand in the chocolate brown locks. You coo mockingly at her when you tug her close and drag her face against the dark strap.

"Open up"

She smirked up at you and kept her lips tightly pressed against each other. You could see the amusement in her eyes, the playful disobedience she loved so very much.

"Mhmm, very well, Cassandra"

The brunette whined and grunted unhappily when you squeezed her nose. You whipped the chain of the leash against her thigh, creating dark red marks that faded almost within the same moment already. She squirmed for you, grunting and moaning, jerking her head from side to side,

When she inevitable ran out of air and opened her mouth, gasping almost desperately for breath, you reacted quick. Letting go of her nose, you gripped the back of her head and shoved her forwards, burying the strap down her throat, so far down it made her squirm and had her beautiful, golden eyes water. She moaned and looked up at you, teary eyes as she tried not to gag around you whenever she swallowed.

"Are we going to behave now, Cassie?"

"Mhmm" she hummed, smiling with you in her mouth. She shivered when you pulled yourself out a little bit, then gasped and gripped her elbows even tighter when the strap was pushed back inside. Your hand in her hair kept her in place, making the bratty woman stay in place as you fucked her tight throat like a toy, using her like your personal slut, just as she loved it.

Drool ran from her lips to her chin and dripped to her bare breasts, where it moved down until her nipples were coated and dripping the saliva onto her thigh.

Her body trembled and jerked whenever the chain whipped against her; her thighs, waist, her breasts and nipples, her backside. You laughed when one time it whacked across her cheek. You cupped it as it turned a dark pink and red, then pressed a small kiss to it when the wound started to heal almost immediately.

Tears soon ran down her cheeks from gagging on the strap, yet she sucked and licked eagerly, coating the toy in her spit.

"You're starting to behave well. I might just give you that gift as a reward, no?"

She immediately nodded eagerly.

Cassandra gasped when you pulled out of her mouth, then grinned when you cupped her jaw. "Open up for Mommy" you tried again. This time she had no problem disobeying at all.

She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, moaning and panting when you spit on the wet muscle. Her golden eyes pressed shut when you slapped the wet strap against her warm cheek, yet they opened again as you gave her hair a hard tug.

"Eyes on me, slut"

She moaned, "yes, Mommy"

The huntress had her beautiful eyes on you when you dipped the tip of the large strap in her mouth, smearing it against your own spit and dragging it against her tongue. "Good slut"

She eyed you hopefully. You decided to test her behavior one more time. You dropped the leash and pulled the strap away.

"Pick up your leash for Mommy"

You were not oblivious to the movement of her thighs as she rubbed them together, likely smearing her own wetness against them.

At first she moved her hands, but then thought better of it, it seemed.

You let go of her slightly curled, brown hair when she bent down. With little difficulty she picked up the leash with her teeth, holding it between them again, her wet lips against it.

"Good, very good".

When you moved to the bed, all it took was a single tug to get her to move with you, on her hands and knees, following you like a well trained slut. Her chin was still dripping spit.

It only took a tug and she rose to her feet, then gasped when you pushed her over, gripping her hair and bending her over the bed. "Stay, darling"

She pressed her thighs harder together. You allowed it for the time being and instead retrieved the rope she had so carelessly taken from the closet before.

The rope was smooth and dark red, yet strong as you tied it around her arms, keeping them in the position she held them in; her fingertips touching her elbows. You nudged her legs apart and she stayed in position. It did not leave her much space to move away even if she wanted to; she was at your mercy and it was one of the more, if not the most exciting feeling for the both of you.

She gasped when you spread her cheeks, exposing the tight asshole. She shivered and tried to turn your head, as if to see what you were doing. The position didn't allow her to do so, yet.

You picked up the dildo she had taken from the closet- a big, life looking one that would fill her properly. You rested it on her back. "Stay still, Cassie"

She did so, and so the toy stayed perfectly still on top of her slim backside.

You grabbed a butt plug then, a large one which's back part was in the shape of a heart, adorned with a black crystal. You rested it on her backside as well, then put the bottle of lube between her legs as you stepped away from her.

"Don't you worry, you awfully curious thing. Mommy will let you watch as you get toyed with" you cooed when you stepped in front of her. The leash was pressed against the stomach, cold and a little hard as she laid on it. Yet she did not at all seem to think about that.

With only little difficulty you bring the large standing mirror over and positioned it in front of her. You played with the angle a little, until the brunette was able to see her own reflection, and her backside.

"There, aren't you the prettiest slut for Mommy?" you coo, patting her warm cheek. She did not reply, but you did not require her to do so.

In fact, when you spotted the dildo gag on the far side of the bed, you quickly retrieved it. You made sure to wash it in the attached bathroom (and very much so enjoyed the impatient noises of the brunette in the other room), then eagerly pushed the long, silicone dildo inside her mouth.

"Mhmghm!" she moaned as the dark blue dildo was pushed down her throat and stayed still obediently as you fixed the gag on her, tying it behind her head. You loved the needy, vulnerable look in those golden eyes so evry much.

"Now, let's work on getting you nice and full, then Mommy will show you what present I got you"

Cassandra watched your every move through the mirror, her golden eyes trained on you. When you picked up the butt plug, she barely stopped herself from arching her back and sending the dildo down her back and on the bed.

"Press your thighs together, help Mommy get some of the lube out"

The Dimitrescu's cheeks sported a pink blush, yet she did as you said, shivering at the feeling of the bottle between her thighs.

In the mirror she watched you coat the plug in the wetness. The dildo rubbed against her throat and filled it in every moment. She moaned when she felt the tip of the cool plug press against her tight hole and arched her back slightly when it was slowly inserted in her. You repeated the action with the dildo, only that you pushed it between her wet pussy lips and right inside her tight hole, stretching it.

"Now, is my good girl ready for her surprise?"

She moaned and nodded, as when she tried to speak, she only gagged on the toys in her mouth.

For a moment she watched you walk over to the closet and frowned when you took out a large coat. Reaching into its inner pockets, you pulled out a red object that made her whimper and press her eyes shut.

"You're familiar with this, no?" you asked, barely able to hold back a wide grin. Her cheeks were bright red and warm and she was apparently stuck between growling and whimpering at you.

"Look at me, Cassandra" you demanded sharply. When the red fly swatter slapped against her waist, she jumped and looked up at you through teary eyes. "That's better, Cassie"

Through the mirror she watched as you stood behind her again. You slid your fingers along the fly swatter, then brought it down on her ass.

"Mghmm!"

Another slap followed, and another. Cassandra, despite watching you do it through the large mirror, jumped and moaned at every single one. You targeted both ass cheeks equally, turning them, slowly but in time surely, red and warm.

"We're going to see if you can get off with this, baby"

She shivered. Cassandra was very aware of the toys inside of her, and it felt as though they made the swats of your newest toy all the more extreme and intense.

The fly swatter was brought down on her round ass cheeks over and over again. You saw an outline for a few seconds after every slap, before the skin healed again. Cassandra squirmed and moaned.

Swat.

Swat.

Another one, and another.

"Mghmm!" Cassandra squirmed, her thoughts lost, her chin full of drool from the gag.

You gripped the rope to pull her closer when she slipped forwards due to all her wriggling and squirming.

"Stay with me, pet. Mommy will take care of you"

Another slap that allowed you to see the outline of the fly swatter printed on her bright red ass.

Another one,

Another,

and another one.

You laughed when you noticed the dildo slipping out of her wet hole.

"None of that, pet. Keep it inside now" you demanded, pushing the toy forcefully back inside of her. Just to make sure you also pushed on the butt plug, making the brunette in front of you moan and shiver again.

Another slap

Cassandra felt light headed. The fly swatter felt so good, so rough and humiliating at the same time.

She moaned when you grabbed her hair and arched her back.

"Are you going to cum Cassie?" you cooed. She whimpered, then moaned and nodded when you reminded her to answer with a rough slap of the flyswatter to her bright red ass.

"Well then, dirty girl" you cooed, slapping harder. You briefly considered making this your new workout;

Her across your lap and bent over the bed or a desk, perhaps even kneeling on all fours for you. Her round, perfect ass turned to mush by the humiliating toy. Your muscles ached already from bringing it down on her so many times.

Her screams were muffled by the gag when you picked up the pace of your slaps and her nails dug into her palms when she came. You pushed your knee between her legs when the dildo slipped out yet again and tsked when it hit the bed and rolled to the floor.

Cassandra whined pitifully when her weak legs were spread by your hands and the by by then warm edge of the fly swatter dragged through her pussy lips. She squirmed and jerked away, as though it was got as fire, and watched you with wide eyes and slightly shaking legs as you kneaded her warm ass.

"That was quite a nice surprise, wasn't it, Cassie?" you asked, chuckling at her pathetically sweet and ruined state.

The brunette woman's eyes lingered on you as you walked to the other side to the bed. You relished in her sweet gasp for air when you removed the gag and helped her sit up when she coughed and reopened and closed her mouth a couple of times.

"What do we say, sugar?"

She bit her lip and wet it, then smiled widely at you "Thank you, Mommy"

"Good girl-", you smirked when a breathless gasp passed her lips. She was so very cute for you, submissive and sweet. "- but don't you think we're done yet"

Her eyes seemed to sparkle and glisten with excitement.

For a moment it was as though the air was knocked from her lungs when you pushed her back down on the bed, on her back that time, but still she smiled and followed you with her eyes when you walked to the other side of the bed again. She bit her lip when you slapped the strap against her inner thigh. Her sore ass brushed against the bed when you grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, making her stifle a whimper.

"Aww, did that hurt?" you cooed. More warmth rose to her cheeks. She whimpered when you noticed her obvious arousal. "You look so perfect" you cooed.

Cassandra eyed you when you moved on top of her, then gasped when you grabbed her jaw and forced the large strap between her wet, thick lips. You moaned, as although you could not feel it as though it were an actual cock, the visual of your girlfriend with the strap in her mouth never failed to arouse you greatly.

She hummed around the toy, moaning and grinning, until she gasped when you pulled out again, your strap dripping with spit.

"Aren't you my precious little gem?"

The petname made her growl and blush at the same time.

Only when the thick head of the strap pushed inside her soaked cunt did she quieten again, for a moment.

"This time you'll show a little more appreciation for mommy's surprise" you coo. She nodded, then quickly added "yes, Mommy" when you reached for the red fly swatter again. To save her the humiliation of whining and whimpering like a needy slut again, she bit her lip, though the second you fully pushed inside the sharp fang pierced her lip, cutting it and making her gasp.

You, of course, did not miss that, and instead cupped her jaw. You gripped her chin with your thumb and forefinger and smiled at her embarrassed facade when you pulled her close. "Does Mommy need to fill your mouth with something again, Cassie? Or will you manage to not get in trouble for a second?"

She gulped. "No, mommy, I'll behave"; Cassandra wasn't sure what tasted more foreign in her mouth, those words or the taste of her own blood oozing from her cut lip.

She fell back down on the bed when you released her, though immediately gripped her arms tighter when you started thrusting inside of her.

The Dimitrescu turned her head barely in time to see you raise your hand, then screamed breathlessly and moaned filthily when you brought the toy down- but not on her thighs, like she assumed, but between her spread legs. She hissed and her eyes watered at the unexpected, but very welcomed painful feeling.

You raised your eyebrow at her, thrusting inside of her sharply. "T-Tha-AH! Thank you!" she added obediently.

"Good girl" you praised.

You kept on thrusting inside of her, your fingers teasing her clit if you didn't bring down the fly swatter on it.

Swat,

and another,

and another hit,

and two after another that made the brunette see stars for a second or two.

You chuckled at her bright red, sore cunt. The inside would be as sore when you finished with her...

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And Darling, All My Dreaming

This is super late but I had such a hard time with the smut, your feedback would be very helpful, I really hope you enjoy.

The epilogue of The Way the Stars Love the Heavens series.

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6.

Contains: Mild angst, fluff, smut (fingers, p in v) not beta read.

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But it came easy, darling As natural as another leg around you in the bed frame - Hozier To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuaraithe).

Dinner was an affair filled with anticipation, the afternoon patrol shift finished after the run of hot food, so you piled a plate high and waited outside your window for Ghost to walk by. He protested at first, commenting that he couldn't stop to eat, but a quick call over the radio had Alejandro running to fill in for ten minutes while chuckling about love.

But that was two hours ago, and as the seconds passed, your excitement grew. Simon's shift would be over, which meant he was making his way to you right now and right on cue, his signature knock sounded at your door as you rushed up to open it. "Hi, come in."

He was maskless, his hair slightly damp from the shower he must have taken before coming to your door, and he stepped into your room with a smile. "Hello love." He leaned down and pressed a chased kiss to your cheek, and you took a deep breath as the smell of his shampoo filled the air around you.

You gestured to the small table and chairs in the corner. "Would you like some tea?"

"That would be nice, thank you." He pulled out your chair before sitting down, and you went to the little cupboard bolted to the wall, pulled out the box of tea bags and the cups and placed them on the table before twisting around to switch on the jug.

"If I show you something, do you promise to keep it a secret?" You knew he would say yes, but you also knew what the others were like, once the cat was out of the bag, there would be no getting it back in.

"Of course love." The room was small enough that he could stretch over to touch you, and he spun you around to face him with his hand on your hip as he continued. "You can tell me anything, I won't tell a soul."

"Ok." You spun back around and grabbed the two boxes right at the centre and placed them on the table before pouring the hot water over the tea bags that Simon had put in the cups. "My maternal Aunt runs a chocolate shop called Le Chalet du Chocolat, and whenever I'm away, she sends me chocolates and tea biscuits. There's never enough to share with everyone, so I keep them to myself, but I figure that if you don't tell anyone I have them, then I can share with you."

He grinned and threw open the box of chocolate biscuits before dipping one in his hot tea and taking a bite and his eyes rolled into his skull as he let out a moan. "Good?"

He took another sip of tea and nodded. "Amazing." His smile turned mischievous, and he leaned in close. "What flavour are the chocolates?"

You opened the box and plucked one out, the outside was a mix of milk and white chocolate, and you took his hand in yours before placing the chocolate in his upturned palm. "This one is white chocolate and bourbon caramel. Eat it slowly, if you down it in one, you'll ruin it."

He did as he was told, biting half and holding it in his mouth so the chocolate melted slowly. "Ooh luvly, thith ith the beft thing ever."

You giggled as he stuffed the rest and you offered him another, but he shook his head. "When my aunt finds out I'm with someone she'll send a whole barrel."

He took a sip of his tea and leaned back in the chair, running his hand through his short hair as he watched the far-away spotlight coming through the opening window wash over your face. "I've never heard you talk about your mum, what's going on there?"

It was bound to come up, especially after what happened with your father. "A car accident when I was ten. It happened on base and the rumour was she was hit by one of the visiting politicians who was drunk off his face. She was killed on impact."

He placed his cup down and reached out, his hand resting on yours. "I'm sorry."

You shrugged. "These things happen."

"What happened to the guy that did it?" His thumb was stroking the back of your hand and he put his cup down so he could place the other one on your knee.

"He's dead, it happened a few weeks after the crash. There were some suspicions that my father did it but it never went past idle gossip." You knew it was him, maybe that was why you put up with his bullshit but that was the first and last good thing he ever did as a family man. "What about you? I know you look after your mum and you've got a nephew."

He smiled. "Yeah, little Joe is great." He took a deep breath and squeezed your hand. "My dad's a piece of shit, it's safe to say your father isn't the first I've hit."

You smiled softly and finished your tea, moving to brush your fingertips over the small, faded scar on his cheek. "Well, I think you're wonderful, paternal violence and all."

He grinned and pushed himself off the chair, pointing to the empty cups on the table. "I'll help you clean up."

You nodded, he was always so sweet and considerate, sometimes you couldn't believe what he did for a living. "I'd like that."

****

The air was different when you returned to your dorm, Soap's declaration when he saw you both in the kitchen of keeping Price busy made you laugh so hard that by the time you walked in the door, you were out of breath. Simon leaned down and kissed you through his smile as you placed both hands on his cheeks, and he pulled back to press speedy kisses all over your face. "I love you."

You smiled wider and pulled him into another kiss, your lips brushing his as you exchanged breath. "I love you too Simon." He made you feel safe, like nothing in the world could touch you, and the comfort it created in your chest made you want to melt into his arms and never leave.

You pulled his top off, his warmth flooding your palms as you rested your hands on his heavily muscled pecs. He felt like a furnace, his heart thumping steadily under your hand as his chest rose and fell with each breath. His arm wrapped around you to hold you closer but the kiss slowed as you tensed with a thought. "I don't have any condoms."

He nodded and smiled warmly as he replied. "We get tested before every deployment."

The memory of a clinical white room filled your brain as you giggled. "So you also had to talk to a really old guy about your sex life?"

He went beet red and hid his face in your neck. "Yeah. What about.." He trailed off, trying to figure out how to put it.

"I'm on birth control." He smiled against your skin and pressed soft kisses to your neck as he began to unbutton your top.

"Rog." His tone was light and full of fondness, and you could hear the edge of lust as he pushed your blouse off your shoulder while his eyes racked over your body.

His lips returned to your neck as he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. "One handed, impressive."

He chuckled, it was all baritone and ego. "I can do it with my teeth too." When his hands found your breasts, they were gentle and languid, all soft and slow, like he was trying to savour every second. You pulled his belt from the loops and opened his pants while he kissed over your skin, moving from shoulder dome to shoulder dome, then bending his immense frame to kiss down the middle of your chest.

His pants pooled around his ankles as his lips moved to the tops of your breasts, then down more until his stubble was scratching your skin and his mouth was sealing around your nipple. Your head tilted back as the warmth from his mouth spread across your torso, one of his hands moving to support your upper back while the other paid attention to your other breast.

His mouth and hands switched positions, and the slow slide of his hands on your body meant you felt every callous as his lips made their way back up your body. Your heart raced as you slid your hand down his abs, slowing to trace his happy trail before you palmed his hard cock while he let out a grunt. You had to give it to him, even without seeing it, you could tell that he was perfectly proportioned and you weren't surprised that he was big everywhere.

He placed his hand over yours and moved it to his hip as the other hand removed the rest of your clothing, pulling your open jeans and panties down with the same careful slowness as he took you in like he was trying to commit every inch of you to memory." Fuck lovely, you're the most pretty thing I've ever seen."

You smiled and ran your fingertip back and forth over the raised scar you could feel under your hand. "You're not too bad yourself." He leaned down to kiss you as he walked you back towards the bed, and as your knees hit the edge, you pushed your hands into his underpants and ran your hands down the sides of his thighs to slide them down his legs and off into the floor.

Catching sight of his cock as it stood hard against his stomach was mind-melting, and your breathing quickened as you took in the vision. The tip was red and leaking, and now that you had laid eyes on it, it looked even bigger. He must have sensed your mild trepidation because he smiled softly as he leaned down to take you in a gentle kiss before pulling back and holding your check between his fingers as he looked into your eyes with so much affection. "I'm gonna look after you, don't worry."

His lips found yours again, and he took control of the kiss as you moved to lay on the bed, his hand going behind your head so you could relax on your way down to the pillow. When your head touched the plushness, he settled between your legs while you threw one leg over his hip. You felt even warmer with all the skin-to-skin contact, and you imagined how wonderful the cold English nights would feel cuddled up to him in bed.

His hand slid down your body to your ribs, then to the thigh wrapped around his hip as he shifted both of you on your sides. He ran his hand up and down your leg a few times before sliding around to the front of your body, his fingers tip pausing on your mound as he pulled away from your lips once more. "You gonna show me how you like to be touched, lovely?" His voice was even rougher than usual, and you could hear the lust in it as the words washed over your lips.

"Of course." There was that consideration again, and you felt comforted that he didn't let any ego get in the way of your enjoyment. You sild your hand from the hard round of his shoulder, down his arm and placed it over his as you moved your leg a little further up his body to give him more room. His nose bumped yours as you guided his fingers through your slit and to your clit, and your breath caught in your throat when his fingers made contact. You didn't think there was a fingertip without roughness, but there was no thought towards the violence that caused it, not with the way he was touching you.

You inhaled sharply at the sensation, and he picked up on it. "Just like that, love?" You moaned an affirmative and lifted your hand away to wrap around his cock, but his hand left your body and went to your wrist to stop you. "There's plenty of time for that, let me focus on you tonight." You went to protest, but he nipped your lower lip softly before kissing his way to your ear. "Let me show you how good I can be to you."

Who were you to deny such a gentlemanly request? "Alright then."

His hand returned to your centre and he kept the same speed and pressure with his thumb as his middle and index finger circled your entrance. He grunted, and the sound filled your body with heat. "Fuck you're wet. Is all this for me, lovely?"

You tried to reply, but it was cut off in your throat as he slid his fingers inside you. He moved slowly, his fingertips exploring until they reached the rough spot that made your legs twitch. "Just there?" You nodded and he stopped. "I need you to use your words, love."

It took a moment but the soft look in his eyes and the gentle kisses he was pressing to your face got the words out. "Yes, there."

"You're so good for me." He smiled when the praise made you clench around him and kissed a line from your cheek to your neck to suck a mark into your skin. Along with adding to the warmth spreading in your core, all the growing bruises served to do was prove Simon's possessive streak.

"More please." The soft but expectant look on his face told you that you didn't provide enough detail. "Please go faster."

He did as you asked and feeling slowly spreading outwards from his fingers through your body caused the coil tightening in your core to grow. "See, love, all you need to do is ask me, and I'll give you whatever you want."

"Kiss me again." It was getting hard to talk now and the impending orgasm was greying out everything else but Simon.

He grinned and placed his hand on your cheek, his lips brushing yours softly as his thumb brushed your cheek before he replied. "Now that's something you never need to ask me for." His lips weren't as soft this time and he swallowed your moans as you got closer to the edge.

"Simon, I…"

He cut you off with a kiss. "I know, love. It's alright." He had always been reassuring, but it felt different like this, like he thought anything else was improper and ungentlemanly. You gasped as it hit, any sound stolen from your throat from the overwhelming sensations as he worked you through it. He waited until the orgasm was well and truly over, making sure the pleasure was drained dry before he pulled his fingers from you, chuckling as you twitched before he licked them with a moan. "Fuck lovely, you taste pretty too."

You knew what he was about to ask, the way he was looking you up and down told you, but you didn't have the patience for that tonight. You ran your hand down his body and smiled at him. "That can wait, we have all the time in the world."

He blinked, slightly confused at your denial but he recovered quickly. "Alright love, it's your loss."

He started smiling as you did, and a gentle laughter filled the air. "You've got a bit of an ego, did you know that?"

He pecked you, then brushed a strand of hair off your face. "I'm aware. Well, lovely, if you don't want that, what do you want?"

Your hand shifted from his side, your fingers running up and down his Adonis belt and to his cock. "I want you inside me."

His eyes grew dark, the honey brown swallowed by the black of his pupil as his breath hitched. You continued to stroke him, and he kissed your cheek as he wrapped his hand over yours to guide it. "I can do that."

He rolled on top of you as his lips found yours, and you wrapped your legs around him as he settled between your thighs. He pulled your hand off of him and brought your fingers to his lips, kissing each one before placing your hand on his shoulder. He grabbed his cock and ran it up and down your slit. "You ready, love?" There was something about being asked that felt like the security of a solid wall in the middle of a storm, like you'd always be safe.

"Oh yes ple…." The sensation was overwhelming, he went slowly but the stretch still stole the breath from your lungs. He rocked his hips, going deeper each time until he had bottomed out, and then he was pushing himself up on his hands to look into your eyes as he paused his hips so you could adjust to his size.

"You right there, lovely?" His voice was tight and his arms tensed as he tried to compose himself.

"I'm great, are you alright?" You took your hand off his chest and ran it up and down his arm, slowing to trace the patterns of the tattoo on his forearm.

"You're squeezing the fucking life out of me." He took in a shuddering breath and started moving, and despite it feeling like you had nowhere to go, like he was overwhelming your every sense, the pleasure was overpowering everything. He shifted his weight to one hand and slid the other down your body to your clit as his hips picked up speed. He angled his hips to hit your G-spot as his fingers found the correct pace and pressure and you rolled your hips to match his tempo as he let out a feral grunt.

You whimpered, and it had a tinge that seemed to spur him on because his hips quickened again, and you fought the urge to sink your teeth into the bulging muscle of that place where his neck and shoulder met as the pleasure built.

He took note of your rapid breath and the sheen of sweat that had dusted your chest, the way your moans were slowly becoming more desperate as you grew tighter around him. "Come on love, I'm not going to last much longer and I want you to cum for me again." You could tell his ego wasn't taking a hit, just that he wanted you to feel good. "I know you can, you're such a good girl."

There was that praise again, so genuine and soft and there was no way you could refuse that. You finally gave in to the urge to bite him, and it only made him thrust harder, the force of it and the fast circles on your clit the final things you needed to fall over the edge like the rush of a waterfall during a flood.

"Fucken 'ell love. I love you so fucking much." He spoke the words into your neck, his hips stuttering as he pulsed inside you, pushed into bliss by the way you clenched around him.

You wrapped your arms around him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, the afterglow coming in thick and fast as he rested his weight on you like a heated blanket. "I love you too dearest."

He chuckled, and it sent vibrations through your chest like the rumbling of a thunderstorm. "Dearest, I like that."

He went to roll off you and you stopped him, wrapping your arms around his body and pulling him to you. "Please don't go anywhere."

He smiled softly and kissed the tip of your nose. "I'll stay here as long as you need." He took a deep breath and pulled back just far enough to brush a sweat stuck strand off your face. "How are you feeling lovely?"

"I'm great, you?" Great didn't even cover it and despite how heavy he was, his weight created a pleasant tiredness that made even the thin rubber mattress feel comfortable.

His fingertips grazed the bandage in your arm and he sighed. "I'll change that before we head to bed, I don't want you waking up through the night with it giving you trouble."

You sighed and tapped his shoulder so you could roll on your side. He went with you, collecting you in his arms as you buried your face in his chest. "You are so wonderful, I don't know what I did to get so lucky."

He chuckled. "Nah love, I'm the lucky one." He petted your legs, then got up, booping your nose with a smile before he left the bed entirely. "I'm just going to get something to clean you up."

He walked over to the pile of towels and picked up a face one, then walked over to the jug, touching with the back of his hand to make sure the water that had boiled for the tea wasn't too hot before damping the towel and returning to the bed. He cleaned you up, chuckling as you twitched at the oversensitivity. "Sorry love."

He threw the towel in the corner and took you back into his arms, rubbing his nose on the top of your head as the smell of your shampoo filled his nostrils. "I love you y/n."

You smiled as he took your hand in his and linked your fingers together. "I love you too."

****

Simon was right, you didn't realise how much your arm was hurting until he was grazing the bruise with his fingers while he waited for the antibiotic cream to soak in. He took care of the injury with such gentleness that by the time it was rewrapped, you had forgotten it was there. 

When it was finally time to end the night, you rested your head on his chest while he ran his hand up and down your leg as his heart thumped under your ear. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight love?" 

You expected him to ask, and you knew this was about to be the norm. "Oh yes, that's almost a silly question." 

He chuckled softly. "Good to know." 

Knock knock

Suddenly, Simon's oversized shirt made you feel naked and he pulled the blanket around you as he shouted at the door, uncaring that he was in your room. "What do you want?" 

Price's voice came through the wood with urgency. "I'm sorry, you'll have to sleep your night off on the plane; there's been a threat against the crown, and the 141 has been asked to carry out the protection." 

You sighed and Simon's jaw clenched. "Right boss, we'll be out in ten." He turned to you then pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I'm sorry love, I'll help you pack." 

You smiled softly. "As long as I can sleep on your shoulder on the way there, I'm happy." 

Fin

One shots to come

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Tenth Evil

The mist flowed with the scent of magic, a tangible force that pressed heavily on everyone in the Heartslabyul dorm. Riddle Rosehearts, the usually stoic and unyielding dorm leader, was a whirlwind of fury, his face contorted in a mask of rage. His signature spell, 'Off with your head!', had failed, a truth that hit him like a brick.

Trey Clover, Riddle's childhood friend and vice dorm leader, had intervened, his magic a shield against Riddle's outburst. Trey, ever the calming presence, had used his signature spell, 'Paint the Roses,' to overwrite Riddle's destructive intent, protecting Grim, the mischievous cat-like creature, and the terrified Heartslabyul students.

“Ha! Trey's magic overwrote Riddle's!” Grim crowed, his small body swaying with barely contained glee. His laughter died abruptly in his throat as the realization dawned upon the Heartslabyul students. Their dorm leader, the one who held their loyalty and fear in equal measure, had actually intended to harm them. 

Riddle tried again and again and again continuously, “'What?” Riddle’s voice shattered the tense silence, his eyes blazing with an intensity that sent shivers down everyone’s spines. “Was my magic overwritten by yours? Does that mean your signature spell is stronger than mine?!”

Trey, ever cautious of Riddle's volatile state, chose his words carefully, “Of course it doesn’t, Riddle. Take a deep breath and listen to us.” His fingertips still glowed with a blush of green, ready to summon spells just in case Riddle attempts to harm someone again.

Riddle’s anger escalated, his voice cracking with a raw, frustrated despair. “Are YOU going to tell me that I’m wrong too? After all I’ve done to protect the rule of law?! Do you know how much I’ve suffered for this?! I… I refuse to believe this!” His magic pen glowed crimson red, same shade as the roses that were once surrounding the dorm.

The air grew heavy with a sense of impending doom. Yuu, the silent observer in the heart of this storm, felt a cold dread grip their heart. The situation was spiraling out of control, and they sensed a desperate need to intervene.

'Cease this nonsense immediately, Mr. Rosehearts!' Crowley, the Headmaster, thundered, his voice echoing through the halls. 'Any further attempt to use magic will leave your magestone completely tainted with blot!'

The threat of blot, a magical ailment that could corrupt a user's magical core, was usually enough to quell even the most rebellious student. But Riddle seemed to have crossed a line, his mind clouded by an unshakable conviction. His magic pen’s once radiating vermillion was now dimming, a sign that the crystal is almost filled with blot.

'But... I'm right! I'M the one who's right! There is NO! POSSIBLE! ALTERNATIVE!' Riddle’s voice rose in a crescendo, his eyes burning with a terrifying, almost fanatical zeal.

And with that, the unspoken tension finally burst into chaos.

Riddle's magic, fueled by an unyielding belief in his own righteousness, erupted in a torrent of uncontrollable power. The very air crackled with vibrant ruby energy, swirling around Riddle as he launched a series of spells, each one aimed at Trey, Grim, and the Heartslabyul students.

Trey, however, stood firm. His own magic, a tapestry of calming colors and soothing whispers, countered every attack, creating a protective barrier around them. Grim, his playful demeanor replaced with a panicked meow, clung to Yuu, his small body trembling and blue flames wavering.

The other students, their faces pale with fear, huddled together, their eyes wide with terror as they witnessed the terrifying display of raw magic being exchanged so quick that all their eyes could process was the mix of scarlet and verdant swirling around, aiming to overpower the other.

Crowley, his usually friendly countenance etched with worry, rushed forward, his voice booming with authority. “Riddle! You must cease this madness! Your actions are endangering everyone!”

But Riddle was lost in his own world, a world where his warped sense of justice was the only truth, where his own pain and suffering justified any means to maintain the “rule of law.” 

The Heartslabyul dorm, once a place of order and discipline, was now a battlefield, a testament to the destructive power of an unchecked belief and the fragility of friendship in the face of unwavering conviction. As the thrones grew and expanded, Yuu knew that this was only the beginning. A deep, unsettling truth had revealed itself, and they knew, with a sinking feeling, that the consequences would be far-reaching and profound. The game had changed, and the stakes were higher than anyone could have imagined. Splat Splat Splat

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‘ i have to. ’

A scream rang out, bouncing off of the trees in each direction. Feral. Angry. A lone wolfs howl in the moonlight. Fists banged against the glass enclosure the young girl had trapped the woman in, knuckles white from tension. "Let me out this instant!" Carrion's voice boomed on either side of Wendy. A demand that dripped venom. She had been told to keep an eye on the Wendy girl whilst she ventured the island, while she met with this silly little pirate that would corrupt her mind, taking her away from Peter. The pirate that wanted to see Peter's demise. How was she meant to do so, to protect the Darling girl, from within this unjust prison!? Red crept in to view, taking over the corners of the woman's eyes as the threat to her pride dawned on her. Did the girl truly believe such a pathetic holding cell was meant for the likes of her? That it would do much to keep her contained? Carrion was not some pathetic, mischievous pushover as some of the small folk had proven to be before the fires took their lives.

Heat assaulted the woman's features, burning the skin upon her face as sage hues followed Wendy. Carrion wanted to trap the girl. To ground her in place by wrapping her ankles up in roots and vines, to throw her voice by making her believe Peter was coming nearer to them, anything that might give her enough time to talk it out or at the very least, plan an escape that allowed her to keep an eye on the girl. She had watched Wendy when she was younger, and the girls brush with death then had been but a silly accident in her mind, but now, Carrion cared for her, or at least, she cared about her importance. Should she get hurt, she would not be able to forgive herself, and there's no telling what Peter might do. So why could she not bring herself to trap the Darling? To entangle her limbs until she calmed down and saw things rationally?

Perhaps it was out of fear for what she might tell Peter. That Carrion attacked her. No harm must come to Wendy. Carrion howled, screaming out with raw emotion as she continued to bang her fists against the glass. Thick. Too thick for her own strength to even put a dent in, it was a fruitless task, but damn did it feel good to wail on something until the red from bloodied knuckles smeared against the smooth surface. It stayed this way until Wendy had left her field of view. "It must be done." Carrion mocked, beneath her breath, mimicking Wendy's voice. "Such a vile excuse that offers none in all truth. A trick way to say that it just felt right. To justify actions." A huff escaped from the woman as she allowed her hands to fall to her side. "Lucky she is that I cannot wring her neck like a wet fabric. The noise would be so pleasant, and only fair after THIS treatment." There were small holes bore in to the lid, too small for her to fit her own hands in, but vines? Now those could do something. It took some time, but slowly, vines had begun to cover the glass prison, wrapping around the metal lid. No sooner than it fell to the ground, did Carrion take to the air, following after Wendy's stench.

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xxiv. third floor

John tapped his foot and pushed up his left sleeve of his standard grey flannel suit. Though you can tell it was a nice one. It was crisp and pressed, he cared about how he looked unlike some of the other officers here. He knew the importance of presentation along with actual charisma and skill. He looked down at his wrist where his sleek gold bracelet and gold watch rested. He had plenty of time to get to the briefing, but he still worried about getting there on time. He sighed and pressed the elevator's 'down' button a few more times before taking a step back.

'C'mon stupid thing' John mumbled to himself.

Finally John heard a ding, and slowly the elevator doors creaked open. John swallowed hard, catching the higher up in there already. It wasn't just any higher up; it was one he greatly admired. John has worked with him before. It was Aldridge. His hair was neatly slicked back, his hair longer than what John would consider appropriate. But he actually seemed to make it look nice today. He even was wearing a full suit, not just a button up and tie John last saw him in. He looked nice. At least John thought he did. A smirk crept unto Aldridge's face, watching the newer officer step into the small box with him.

"Long time no see, Johnny. How are things? What floor?" Aldridge pushed down the button choosing to close the elevator doors, so they could start moving sooner. It would be just the two of them.

"Third Floor." John quickly shot out. Aldridge just hit the button for this floor and no other. He must be going there as well. "I've been good, a shit ton of paperwork lately. How about you?" John still felt a touch awkward seeing him again. They haven't spoke since their assignment a few months prior. He felt a particular nervousness he really hasn't felt before, one he feels scared to admit even to himself.

"Sounds like an average day in the company." John couldn't argue with him there, he gave him and small sound of agreeing and a shoulder shrug, "You here for anything in particular, Johnny?" Aldridge continued to speak.

John's eyed trailed over to the number of the floor they were on, then back to his superior. They still had some time to go.

"A briefing."

"Yeah?" Aldridge grinned, "Maybe we'll be partners."

John didn't know how Aldridge could do this. Say the most simplest of things, and John feels he needs to get a breath of fresh air. It's that look he has, it's a touch mischievous as he seems like he's talking down to you, but then there's the attentiveness that feels like the only person he ever cared about is you. John hoped it wasn't obvious that he felt—that he seemed to have fallen into his head. As everyone always tells him, he wears his feelings on his face. He tried to pretend he didn't feel the heat on his cheeks and the rock in his throat.

"Maybe." Was what he got out. He really wished he could light a cigarette right now. The elevator let out another ding and came to a sharp stop that gently shook the small container they stood in. Aldridge gestured for John to step out first and he did so. He instantly reached into it pocket for his cigarette and matches.

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Please Don’t Go - Marc Spector

Word count: 1, 438

summary: you wake up one night to marc crying for a reason you can’t quite work out. It’s just sad fluff im not even sorry anymore just deal with it.

Contains:

- negative self talk

- somewhat the idea that DID could mean being ‘broken’ but it’s cleared up :)

- cuddles and pet names

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“Baby,” the gentle voice from across the room brought you out of you sleep. For the better part of an hour, you had been sprawled across the top of the covers, lying diagonally across the king sized bed in whatever t-shirt you had managed to steal from Steven but.. the voice calling you was distinctly american. It made your lips pull into a gentle smile, warming your cheeks and heart until you turned to goo. It had been so long since you’d seen Marc. You really needed to open your eyes, he is probably waiting to see you. You expected to see him sitting, back as straight as always with a smile as mischievous as the last time, maybe even mid research, at the computer jammed onto the too small desk in the corner.

Your entire body was humming at the thought of seeing him. Not that you didn’t like Steven, he was sweet and kind, and adorable, and way too smart to keep up with sometimes. But marc is marc. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and… he was crying? His face was contorted as if he was in some kind of pain, sitting with his hand covering his mouth to stop sound leaking out. What the fuck happened? was your first thought and then, holy fuck Marc is crying, and then, where the fuck did Steven go it was only an hour?

“Baby,” he croaked again, voice sounding more broken than the first time to your more alert brain. You scrambled to get up, fixing the blanket you’d managed to wrap around your ankle as it tried to pull you down in your rush until you were stood in front of him.

“I’m here,” you said in an attempted voice that came off too weary, “I’m here.” His arms wrapped around your hips, the feeling firmer and rougher than the way Steven ever dared to touch you, but filled with more love than you ever felt from him before. He yanked you closed, your knees hitting the chair as he hid his face in your shirt. It grew damp immediately against the soft skin of your stomach, and he mumbled an apology. Something must be fucking wrong for him to so carelessly and needlessly apologise, he knows you don’t care about some tears on some random shirt right? “It’s ok, I promise,” you whispered down at him, your hands weaving into his hair. He mumbled something you couldn’t catch but you stood silently, hands  rubbing over whatever skin on his shoulders and back they could reach. You ruffled his lazy curls and teased the knots of tension from his shoulders away. “What happened?” you tentatively asked, hesitating on the first few letters before you finished the question.

“Baby,” was all he mumbled into you like it was a prayer, question, and answer all in one.

“That doesn’t really answer the question, love,” you softly laughed, the pet name felt strange on your tongue. Normally he was calling you love, baby, sweetheart, even babe when he felt casual enough, but you never felt the need… until now. He hummed in both agreement and disagreement but refused to answer. His arms were so tight around you waist you thought he might think you were about to slip away, like the floor could swallow you or the roof might fly off. “I’m still here, you know,” you reminded him and pulled his head back to catch his eye. His cheeks were puffy and red, his entire face blotchy with emotion and pain. His eyes were glassy and his forehead pulled into concern only Steven usually wore. Even Jake avoided looking that worried. He looked like a kid. A scared, lonely, upset kid.

“Please talk to me,” you begged and squatted down to reach his level. He was slumped over on himself now, elbows digging into his knees and leaving violent red marks. He just sat there studying your face, hands gripped so tight onto each other it was like he was afraid to touch you. His knuckles, through the bruising and occasional spot of uncleaned blood, were white and straining. You leant closer and pressed a kiss to his forehead but only earnt a bitten back sob in return.

Gently, you wove your hand between his and stood, pulling slightly to get him to stand. He obliged but his head hung low, shoulders hunched forward and body small despite the height gap between you. You crossed the room to the bed and slid under the sheets, patting the empty space next to you for him to come in. He moved to push an arm behind your head but you shook your head and bit your lip nervously. His brows creased further, eyebrows pulling up like he was begging for something. You slid up, back now against the pillows and headboard. You pulled him until his head leant on your stomach and his arms found their way back around your hips. His chest shook like he was trying to breath in but couldn’t and it broke your heart into a thousand pieces.

“You know i don’t think you’ve ever been this quiet,” you joked but you were serious. When, in the years that you had known him, had he ever given life a break to just happen around him? He always had a plan, reason, excuse, backup, list of things he had to do, and thousands of other notes to paste around the house for Steven.

“I thought you’d leave,” he choked in a strained whine. Your entire body stopped. Your blood froze and heart stopped pumping.

“Why?” you whispered, hand landing gently on his shoulder like it was now your job to keep yourself there.

“People always do.” That hurt. It stung and stabbed into your heart, brought tears to your eyes and made your own chin wobble.

“I would never, ever, leave you, love,” you said sternly. It was horrifying to think he would assume that, and for what reason? Because he had been gone for a while? Because Steven had been out? Because? “Why would you think that?” He hummed into your skin and pushed his head further against you.

“Truthfully?” he asked and you nodded, “you deserve more than some broken murderer.” That took you back again but before you could even begin to correct him he began talking again. “You, you are so fucking- god- you’re beautiful and smart and kind and… i don’t think i’ve ever even seen you kill a bug let alone a person and then there is me and I mean not even just me there is Steven and Jake and fuck there could be more who really knows and I, we are so, I’m so-”

“Please stop,” you whispered and he went deathly silent as if afraid this was would make you leave. “You, are none of those things. You aren’t broken, Marc. Neither is Steven or Jake or anyone else, ok?” he nodded and the tears returned. “You are all the smartest, most thoughtful, and considerate people I have ever met,” your wording was awkward but he didn’t seem to notice as he went to interrupt and the look in your eye alone told him it was better too leave it be. “I love you,” you whispered, “you can’t change that because of some dumb fucked up shit that has happened to you.. any of you.”

You laid there as he quietly sniffled into your stomach, occasionally squeezing you closer to him or demanding that you tell him what has been happening since he has been gone. You told him Steven had said he was too stressed to front which made the sadness partially shift into visible frustration at the perceived weakness, but it just made you laugh. At least he wasn’t crying anymore. He rolled slightly away and moved up to rest his head next to yours, eyes studying every feature and inch of your skin.

“Don’t look too close,” you laughed nervously knowing your skin was a mess on better days and an absolute tragedy every other. He only hummed disapproval and kissed your cheek gently. He looked like he wanted to cry all over again, for what you didn’t know, but you brought a hand to cup his cheek and smiled softly.

“It’s ok, I’m here,” you said again and again, softly whispering it each time with a smile you watched him try to mirror and fail.

“I think that’s what I’m afraid of,” he partially growled and you rolled your eyes, kissing him and wiping away the stray tear that rolled from his eye.