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emma-nation · 3 years

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The Devil In I - Bela x OC (Resident Evil Village AU)

“Step inside, see the Devil in I”

Summary: Aleena Novak is a 19 years old orphan who desired more than living in a village in the middle of nowhere. A talented artist with a big future ahead, she gets the scholarship of her dreams in United States. But everything changes when her twin brother, Auryk, steals an important artifact from Castle Dimitrescu.

In this adventure, Aleena will find way more than she expected.

“You’ll realize I’m not your Devil anymore”

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x OC

Genre: Between T and M (Trigger warning for violence, blood, abuse and eventual smut)

Tag List: @nydeiri

Notes: This is my first RES fic, so I'm sorry if I mess it up a bit. English is also not my main language, so a mistake or two may happen. I hope you enjoy it :)

Trigger Warning: Language, abuse, blood and violence.

Eastern Europe - July, 2009

"If he could learn to love another and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?"

Mother closed the book, placing it on the bedside table between Auryk's bed and mine. Then, she lowered herself and kissed my forehead like she did every night. Her long, blonde hair tickled my face and left a trace of her sweet lavender fragrance in the air. I giggled.

"Good night, sweetheart," she spoke.

"Good night, momma."

"Cherish your last night as a six years old. Tomorrow you will become a..."

"Princess?!"

"A seven years old girl. The prettiest girl in the village."

"Pffft," Auryk let out a displeased grunt from his bed, covering his head with the pillow to avoid listening another word from the conversation.

"And you too," mother sat by his side on the bed and repeated her nightly ritual of kissing his forehead to wish him a good night too. "You'll become the most handsome and brave warrior in this village. Do you understand?"

"I hope so. Good night, mom."

"Good night, buddy."

Mother left the room, leaving us both in the dark. However, we couldn't sleep. Not because we were thrilled about our incoming birthday party as any regular child, but because we knew our lives were about to change. Seven years old was the age every child from our village was introduced to the truth and started being trained to fight the evil that haunted our lands. Auryk and I spent minutes, or maybe hours, in silence, staring at the ceiling.

"Leena?" He was the first one to speak. "Do you believe a spell can broken? I mean, like a curse?"

"I don't know, Ryk," I answered, feeling my thoughts starting to drift away. "Maybe we're doomed after all. Or... we could learn how to love the beasts."

The birthday parties always happened during the daytime, rules of the village. We could no longer be outside after 6 PM. Mother got help from the other women to prepare the treats and organize the decorations. Auryk was disguised as a pirate and I... I was Belle, from the Beauty and the Beast.

"So, what do you think you will be getting this year?" My best friend Elena asked while we were playing with our dolls. She was about two years older than us.

"I don't know," I shrugged. Being a merchant, my father always returned home with the most unusual gifts: a magical music box, a voodoo doll that had a life on its own or a fragrance that chased away the monsters - and everybody else too. "A new book. I'm hoping for a new book."

It was only by the end of the party Adrian Novak made his entrance. That was the mystery about him. Nobody knew when he would show up, or if he would show up at all. He still had that same annoying smirk on his face. The corner of his mouth holding a cigarette. The months away made his beard grow longer, as well as his dark hair. In the sunlight, the scar above his eye was even more visible.

"Auryk," he shouted, "come here, son. I've got something for ya."

My twin brother, who had been climbing trees with his friends stop frozen in spot for a second. I couldn't tell if he hated or feared that man. Maybe both. He slowly followed father's command, approaching him cautiously.

"Hi, dad."

"Happy birthday, son," father ruffled his dark straight hair with his strong and calloused hand. "It's about time you grow up."

He handed my brother a large package. From our experience, we knew exactly what it was, a shotgun.

"T-Thank you, dad."

"I'll be spending some time at home. Tomorrow we'll start practicing."

Auryk consented. He shot me a quick glance. From our twin bond I could tell my brother was far from happy. When he blew his candles that afternoon, he didn't wish for a weapon. We wished to be a normal child.

"What did you get, Leena?" He asked once we were locked in the safety of our bedroom.

"Pencils and a drawing book. Dad thinks I'm talented."

Not really. Adrian Novak would never allow his daughter to hold a shotgun. That was, according to him, 'a man thing'.

"Good, at least one of us got what they wanted. Happy birthday, sister."

"Happy birthday, brother."

4 Years Later - October, 2013

It wasn't easy to be the weakest of the twins. Although he was born first, Auryk was the tinniest. The one who was always getting sick or getting injured. The one who couldn't hit a single fucking target when he had the alcoholic breath of his father on his neck.

He aimed for a crow, sitting still on a fence. How hard could it be? Even the eldest man from the village could do any better than that.

BANG! He shot again. And missed.

"Again?!" Adrian angered, shoving him hard on the shoulder. "What the hell is your problem, kid?"

"I don't know, okay? This gun... it's heavy!"

"Heavy? And why do you think we've been exercising for all these years, huh?! We do not live in Disneyland, Auryk. We need to fight monsters, abominations. Someday I won't be home and you need to be prepared to protect our people. Do you understand?"

Tears started forming in the corners of the boy's blue eyes. He couldn't cry. Not in front of him. Crying was a sign of weakness and he couldn't be weak. Not right now. Auryk started to think about all the things he could be doing. He thought about the ocean, as he had seen on TV and books. He could feel the warmness of the sun on his skin. The sand between his toes. His mom and sister were also there, of course - they'd carry them with him everywhere. And he would study Math and Physics. There would be no guns, no monsters, no blood, only numbers, only formulas, only theories. He smiled. He no longer felt like crying.

"I'm sorry, dad," kindness was always the answer, his mother said. "But this isn't for me, you know? I don't like it. I... Remember that boarding school my teacher mentioned? I thought maybe I..."

His words were interrupted by a hard slap on his face. Auryk could taste a small amount of blood coming out from his lower lip.

"So that's what you want? To become one of those little fancy fags? Maybe you're not my son after all."

Adrian started walking away, leaving his son alone, sitting on the floor.

"I AM!" Auryk yelled, enraged. "I am your son."

"Then prove it."

"You shouldn't take so hard on him," Savannah poured her husband a cup of tea. "He's just a boy."

"He's eleven years old, for god's sake," the husband punched the table strong enough to make it shake. "He needs to man up a bit. You should stop spoiling him."

As I left my bedroom I found my brother sitting on the stairs. He didn't have to be so close to listen to the conversation between our parents, father's voice was loud enough to echo through every wall of our small and cozy home.

I sat down by his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"Maybe you should do it, Leena. You'd do it better, I know."

"I'm not so sure. Remember when I tried to shoot a scarecrow and almost shot that old witch?"

"Come on, you aimed on purpose! I know."

Auryk finally let out a small laugh at the memory.

"You're good at everything, Leena," he spoke fondly. "You're an extrovert, you're everybody's friend, you can cook, you can draw and paint... you're a true artist. I'm a mistake."

"You're not a mistake, Ryk," I pulled my brother closer, resting my cheek against the side of his face. "We're only at the wrong place and you know it."

Going back to our bedroom, we pulled from the drawers the postcards our grandma Louise sent us from San Diego. Mom had been born in California and lived there her entire life, until she met father during one of his trips. God knows what made her fall in love with that man. Adventure? Danger? I expected better from myself when I turned eighteen. Otherwise, I'd never want to fall in love. Love could be my ruin, just like my mom's.

"Leena..." Auryk held the postcard tightly, "do you think... if he died... do you think mom would take us to nana's home?"

"I don't know, Ryk," I didn't want to think of my father's possible death. But I also dreamed of a better life. "Maybe."

"What the hell?" Father's voice in the kitchen made me jump in fear. I knew that tone. I grew up used to that. Something was wrong in the village. We had to hide.

"To the basement, now!" He emerged at the bedroom, holding a rifle. "Lycans were seen surrounding the area."

We barely had any time to react, mom came and dragged us both to the basement. Father left, carrying his arsenal of weapons as usual. There were other hunters in the village but we always knew how badly it could end. Somebody could always get seriously hurt. Or worse.

The basement had been carefully prepared for that kind of situation years before. It had a big bed, two armchairs, a heating source, some stored food and a shelf. Mom sighed and forced a smile.

"So," she walked to the shelf, "what is it going to be today?"

"Frankenstein," Auryk suggested. My brother loved mystery and horror. As if his life hadn't enough of it.

"Romeo and Juliet," I spoke. There was something about forbidden romance that always caught my interest.

"Okay. I... I'm gonna say a prayer and you two can read the books you picked by yourselves. What do you think?"

"Great!"

Mom kneeled down by the bed's side, holding a crucifix. I could join her if I wanted to, but I'd rather watch in silence. I grabbed my book, sitting on one of the armchairs and pretending to pay attention, while I tried to distract myself from the fact my father could be the Lycans' next prey. Or all of us, if they managed to break into our house.

"Leena?" I woke up hours later with my mom shaking me. "Leena?! Where's Auryk? Where's your brother, Leena?"

I had no idea. I had fallen asleep and apparently, so did mom. She checked for the basement's door, it had been locked from outside.

"No..." she tried to force it open. "No! I can't be..."

All Auryk had to do was to successfully kill and take a Lycan's carcass as a trophy to his father, right? That was what that old douchebag wanted him to do, to prove his courage, his manhood. We had his shotgun, a binoculars and a knife, that should be enough, but first, he needed a good plan.

Looking down to his hands, he had the most perfect idea. Without thinking twice, he sliced a cut through his palm, letting some blood pour on the ground. Then, he found a tall tree. He climbed it and observed. The smell of blood his trail left behind should be enough to attract a creature.

"Come on... come on..."

From a distance, Auryk could hear the sound of destruction and death. There was a battle going on somewhere nearby. Once again Lycans should have found a family or a group of hunters.

And then, he could hear it. The heavy footsteps, the screeching sounds, the sniffing. The mutant creature was only a few meters away from the tree. He aimed, but it was still too distant. He needed to move to a closer branch.

It all happened in one second. He was almost there, reaching for the spot he had picked, but his weight was too much for the tree's branch. In a blink of an eye, he was lying on the ground. His vision was blurred. His head hurt intensely, as well as his arm. It was broken for sure. He possibly had a concussion too. He tried to stand up and run but his legs wouldn't follow his commands. The Lycan was coming straight at him.

"AURYK!" His mother screamed behind him. "NO!"

Time seemed to freeze in that fraction of second. How did she manage to escape the basement? How could she have found him?

But without hesitation, Savannah threw herself on top of her son, protecting him from the jaws and claws of the monster. Auryk couldn't see much, but he could smell it. He could feel it. Blood. There was blood everywhere. He couldn't tell who it belonged to, he or his mom's.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A fast sequence of shots suggested the hunters had found them. The creature stopped moving, stopped howling. It was finally dead.

"M-Mom... it's dead. We... We're safe."

She didn't answer. Instead, he heard another familiar voice.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" It was from his father. "Savannah! Savannah!"

"D-Dad..." Auryk tried to speak, but the words got lost along the way. "I... I..."

Adrian lifted him by his jacket, holding him inches above the ground.

"YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED YOUR MOM, YOUR STUPID BASTARD!"

"I..." tears streamed down the boy's face, his injured brain trying to process what had just happened. "I'm sorry.'

After he was thrown back to the ground, he was hit with a hard kick on his stomach. He turned his head around to notice a small figure hiding behind a tree, watching the whole scene in pure horror.

"L-Leena..." he muttered.

"This is all your fault, Auryk. You're a disgrace to this family."

And then, he passed out. Rumors said he was unconscious for days or maybe weeks. When he woke up, he wished everything had been a nightmare.

Present Days - July, 2021

Nobody mourned Adrian Novak when he died. Not his children. Not his village mates. No human being would ever feel any sympathy for a man who abused and blamed his eleven years old son for his mother's death. It had been two years since Adrian left this world and I couldn't feel any more free.

"Hey," I left another message on my brother's voicemail, "in case you've forgotten it's our birthday today. I'd like to have my twin home, you know? Call me when you get this message."

It was useless, I knew. Auryk would only pick up his phone when he wanted to. Or when he was too drunk. God knew where that guy would be at that time, probably waking up at some girl's bed or getting some rest from... working.

After grabbing myself a cup of coffee, I checked the door's mat. Bills, bills, newspaper and... California Institute Of Arts? I remember having an argument with Auryk about this matter at some point. He wanted me to fill the application and send them my portfolio. I insisted we had no money, not even to pay for the tuition. I won - I always win every argument by the way.

"Your damn son of a..." I placed the envelope on the kitchen's table. I was a coward, I confess. However, I didn't know which pain was worse - to be sure I wasn't good enough or to be sure I was, indeed, but I'd never have money to leave that hellhole. Anyways, I decided to leave it alone. I had more important things to do.

My morning routine: to go to the middle of the woods and do some training. My father used to say fighting wasn't a girl thing, but I was no regular girl. And never in this life I'd allow someone to tell me what to do.

After running, climbing and doing a set of push-ups, it was time for combat training. Travelers from abroad taught me some different set of moves, I'd like to think I created my own fighting style. I was also very good with knifes, daggers or any kinds of short blades, they were useful during a close distance combat. My shooting was a work in progress, once or twice I'd miss the center of my handmade targets.

Then, like everyday, I'd go back home, shower and follow to my shift at the village's pub.

"Hiya, Leena," Gustav greeted me when I arrived. "I heard today is a special day... the day a little girl..."

"NO!" I stopped him. Gustav was my best friend. We had known each other since we were children and somehow, he liked to make my birthday a special - and embarrassing - event.

He placed a handmade fairytale-like book on the table. There were some edited pictures, mixed with some messed up drawings about my birth and childhood. He called it 'The Princess Who Carried The Light'.

"God, you're soooo stupid..." I rolled my eyes and moaned, before wrapping him into a very tight hug. "I love you, you know that?"

"I know. You'd probably marry me, if you weren't into girls."

We laughed together, as Olga, our boss emerged from the kitchen, bringing a cake with nineteen candles.

"Here's to another year," the older woman opened a wrinkled smile, "make a wish, my darling."

I fell pensive for a moment, besides having my twin brother back home, safe and sound, what else could I wish for? California, that scholarship, a new life... that's for sure.

"I wish for... a new life, a new adventure," I pronounced aloud while blowing the candles.

"Careful," a male voice spoke behind me, "words have power, little sister. You may get what you want."

"Ryk!"

I jumped straight to my brother's arms. I could swear that in only a few weeks he had gotten a little bit taller, and stronger too.

"I wouldn't miss my own birthday, right?" He smirked. "So, where's the cake? Please, chocolate... tell me it's chocolate."

"Your silly boy," Olga spread some icing on his nose. "Of course it's chocolate, as you love. And with cherries too."

Auryk responded with a satisfied smile. Olga and her husband, Kristoff, were those responsible for taking care of him after the Lycan attack, years ago. They sort of adopted him like one of their biological children.

"Oh!" The woman exclaimed taking a closer look at Ryk's forearm. He had gotten a tattoo. I hadn't been informed of those news either. Apparently, my brother had more secrets than I could even start to imagine. "This is... new. It seems like my kids are really growing up."

"And only now you noticed that, Olga?" Gustav joked.

Olga shook her head, grinning at herself and returned to the kitchen. The customers were starting to fill the pub. I stared at Ryk again, wondering what other secrets my brother could be keeping.

"So, what does that mean?" I pointed to his newly gotten tattoo, a strange and ancient symbol it seemed.

"Protection from the evil. This is what we need the most in our lives, especially in a place like this. What reminds me -" we turned around, taking a small box from the pocket of his jacket. "Your gift."

I took the black velvet box from his hands, it contained a golden necklace with a magenta gemstone as pendant. My blue eyes drowned themselves in the stone. It had a mysterious glow. Something hypnotizing. Something magical.

"Whoa..." was everything my mouth could pronounce. "And I bought you an Astronomy book."

Auryk stood up from his chair and went behind me, taking the necklace from my hands to wear it around my neck himself.

"This is supposed to protect you from any supernatural and inhumane beings. I won't lose you to them, Aleena. Not like I lost mom."

"Ryk, I... I can't even thank you enough."

"You don't have to. Just... stay alive."

First, I was overflowing with happiness. It either had to do with the fact my brother was home, alcohol, or both. Also, Olga should thank me. Most of the costumers of the day only stopped by the bar because of me. They absolutely loved me and knowing it was my birthday, they had to come and see me. A few of them even gave me some extra tips or a small gift, which was even greater.

"Okay, party girl..." Auryk helped me to get inside of the house as I tripped over the door mat. "Time to go to bed now. Don't you think?"

"Come on, Ryk! Have some spirit! You're home, Olga gave me the day off tomorrow, I earned some money..."

"You told Mrs. Hansen you secretly had a crush on her daughter during Middle School, you danced on top of a table, you're gonna get a hangover..."

"Party pooper!"

I threw myself at the couch. Auryk stood in front of me with arms crossed, looking like a father about to give his child a lecture.

"What?!" I yelled. "It's not like you've never been drunk before. Remember when you stole Adrian's..." I started to laugh, remembering the episode.

"When you were going to tell me about this, Leena?" He showed me the envelope. The Art Institute envelope. The one I had been struggling to open.

"Oh! I forgot. My bad, I didn't open it myself yet. I probably didn't get in anyways."

"You did."

I did?

"It's not like we have money to pay for my tuition. Also, how are we supposed to move to California, Ryk? I work at a pub and you..."

"I've gotten more than enough for that. You know that getting out of this place has always been the plan, since we were children. Leena, I've done some big jobs those last few months. I have the money to grant us a comfortable life in California."

"Smuggling, Ryk!" I raised my voice, saying aloud the information that was supposed to be a secret or not. "You've been stealing to grant us this life."

My brother stared at me in silence. I couldn't tell if he felt offended or embarrassed about my words.

"I'm getting out of here, whatever it takes," he ran a hand through his dark hair. "And you are coming with me. In two weeks, we move to United States for your enrollment."

"But..."

What I was trying to protest against? Leaving the village and starting a new life with my brother was everything I always dreamed.

"Look, I promise you," Auryk placed both of his firm hands on my shoulders, "once we settle down, no more smuggling."

"Okay," I sighed. "We leave in two weeks then."

There was a loud knock on the door. Being drunk as I was, I figured out I should have forgotten my purse at the pub. Or it could be a neighbor with some very stupid emergency.

Auryk opened the door and there was a strange looking man standing there. We wore sunglasses and a hat, behind his back he was carrying a giant hammer. According to the rumors and stories I heard from my parents, that was one of the Lords of The Four Houses, Karl Heisenberg.

"Auryk Novak?" He asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Come with me, kid. You've gotten yourself in big trouble."

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stinkystark · 5 years

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// A Lucky Mission // B.B

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Tony orders you and Bucky to go on a mission and undercover as a couple

Word count: +3K words

Warnings: cursing of course, shooting people

A/N: This took soooo long to write. This wasn't requested, but I wanted to write for Bucky for so long. He is so mysterious and all. I'm sorry that I haven't posted a fic in months. I hope I delivered with this. I didn't read it over so please tell me if there are any mistakes. Enjoy! <3

There was no doubt in saying that you and Bucky didn't get along great. Everyone on the team was sure of that after witnessing these arguments and fights between you two. Sometimes it was just peaceful bickering, but that would quickly turn into screaming and pushing.

You had no clue how it started. You met the guy when he was all winter soldier-ish and you kept your distance. However, when you thought that the two of you could become great teammates, it turned out that you didn't exactly like each other. He annoyed the crap out of you and probably the same reverse. He got on your nerves, too.

It wasn't often that you and Bucky were on a mission together. You had made it clear that you wanted to stay as far away from him as possible, and your teammates respected that. Well, up until they got sick of all the fights.

Tony had called you down to the meeting room. You were guessing it was for a mission. A few days had passed since you were on a big mission. You walked into the room where Tony sat on the table, Steve sat on a chair next to him and across sat the one and only, Bucky Barnes.

You groaned and closed the door behind you a bit harder then you intended. Bucky's head turned quick to look who came in and then groaned as well.

"You're here. Great." Tony said and gestured for you to sit down on a chair next to Bucky. You hesitated but sat down anyway. He sneakily kicked your foot, hard, underneath the table.

Tony spoke again before you were able to kick him back. "We have been notified of some issues in Russia. Some assassin bullshit's going on. You two need to pack your stuff and leave tonight at 8 for your flight, we've got a hotel room booked and you'll get furthur instructions when you're there. Clear?"

Fuck. On a mission with Bucky. That was about the last thing you were planning to do this week. "Exactly how long will we be in Russia?" You asked, one eyebrow raised.

"2 days." Tony said confidently.

"What? Are you kidding?" You looked from Tony to Steve, hoping to catch a sign that they were kidding with you. "This prick and I, together, for two days, on a mission? Together? Are you out of your mind?"

You heard a scoff to your right and really had to fight the urge to slap him. Steve finally opened his mouth to speak, getting your attention. "We know that this isn't ideal for the both of you, but we need the two of you specifically. Y/N, you are great, fantastic at acting and staying focussed while under pressure and Bucky is perfect for missions like this, being able to catch the guy we need. Besides, maybe you'll grow to like each other a bit more."

You had to laugh. "That'll never happen." You crossed your arms. Bucky spoke up for the first time you entered the room, too. "What do you need her to act for?" He questioned, eyebrows furrowed in thought. He bit his lip.

"Because..." Tony said, but trailed off. "Uhm, you have to go undercover." That wasn't so bad. Undercover missions were your favourite. "Undercover as a couple." Oh.

A shocked look formed on your face. Unbelievable. Bucky's mouth fell open in shock as well. "Are you joking?" You asked. "Oh god, this'll be the longest 2 days of my life."

You stood up abruptly, walking back out. Before you were completely out the door, you turned to Bucky. "Be on time or else I'll kick you out of the plane."

You arrived at the hotel after a long flight and an hour of sitting in a taxi in a close proximity to Bucky. You haven't spoken a single word to each other the whole time. He sometimes glanced your way to give you a disgusted look, but that was it. You were very happy with that. You were planning on waiting as long as you could manage to speak.

Bucky swiped the card through the lock in the door and it opened with a click. He opened the door and walked in, dragging his luggage behind him. You placed your luggage besides the door and took a look around the room.

A nice, pretty cozy looking, seating area. The door to the bathroom. A soft, clean and freshly made bed, ready for you to jump into and sleep like a sloth. Wait, hold on one second. A bed. One bed. One bed for you and the asshole that was looking out of the window to check the view right now? Oh god.

"Hmm." You hummed carefully, not sure what to do or say, if anything at all. Bucky turned to look back at you and noticed you were staring intently at the bed. "Right." He muttered and went back to looking outside.

Your muscles were aching from sitting still in one position for so long. You grabbed a pillow from the bed and a blanket you had conveniently packed with you in case of emergencies, which was the case right now, and walked over to the small couch by the window.

Bucky looked confused. "What are you doing?"

"I'm putting a pillow and a blanket down on the couch, what else do you think I'm doing?" You remarked, rolling your eyes into oblivion.

"Yeah, but why are you doing that?" He asked, sounding irritated.

"Because I'll have to sleep somewhere." You answered while unfolding your soft blanket.

Bucky stood upright from leaning on the windowsill and looked at you sternly. "There's a bed right there, you know. Have you gone blind now?"

You huffed. "Of course there's a bed there, but I'm not sleeping in it." You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Don't be childish. I'm sure I'll be able to keep my hands to myself, you know?" He snatched the pillow out of your grip and put it back on the bed. You watched him move intently. You couldn't trust him. You were sure you had to sleep with one eye open that night.

"Tony told me more about what we're supposed to do." He spoke in a rough voice. "Tomorrow night we are going to this fancy party hosted by some princess where our guys will be. They are planning to kill everyone there. We're going to talk to the main guy, make him our friend and then we'll get them."

You sighed. "Okay, then. Wait. Why are we here already when the job is tomorrow night? Did that prick really let us stay here longer than we were supposed to?" Tony was such an asshole.

"Yeah, probably." He huffed. "I'm taking that side." He pointed to the side of the bed that was closest to the large window, where the evening sky was casting an orange light into the room.

"Fine. I'm gonna go take a shower." You muttered. You wasted no time to get away from him and take a hot shower.

The hot water felt fantastic on your sore muscles. The sound of water hitting the bathroom floor sounded oddly relaxing. You rinsed the foam off of your body and turned the water off. You couldn't see shit because of the shampoo water in your eyes so you blindly reached for a towel. You touched the cold metal of the towel holder, but no fabric. Fuck.

You managed to wipe the shampoo out of your eyes with a face cloth and looked around, but couldn't see a towel anywhere. What kind of hotel is this?

"Hey, Bucky? Can you pass me a towel?" You yelled. You heard the sound of the television in the room. "Go get it yourself." He shouted back.

"I'm kind of naked, actually." You wanted to bang your head against the door.

"Go ahead."

You groaned. The asshole wasn't going to give you a towel, so you were going to have to get it yourself. You opened the door an inch. "Don't fucking look." You threatened him, but he just laughed.

Quickly, you ran out of the bathroom, dripping water on the carpet, and snatching a towel from a little table by the bed. You hurried to cover yourself with it and got back into the bathroom to dress yourself into some shorts and a tanktop.

Bucky didn't mention anything of seeing you naked when the two of you got under the covers for the night. He was being annoying as hell, taking all the blanket for himself. His cold foot grazed your leg and you had to kick him for it. It was a long night.

The next morning, you woke up later than Bucky. He was actually no where to be found. You didn't question it. He was probably out somewhere to find a Russian chick to bang. You stepped out of bed for a quick piss and get back in, but something caught your eye.

On the couch by the window was a dress. A long, tight, emerald green dress. You touched the soft fabric in awe. It was definitely the most beautiful dress you've ever seen.

You picked it up and held it in front of you by the long mirror when the door to the room opened. Bucky came in with a grocery bag.

"Oh right." He said when he saw you with the dress. "Tony gave you that. For the party."

You had to remember to thank Tony when you got back. This dress was a dream.

"I love it. Oh, you got breakfast?" You carefully placed the dress back on the couch and walked over to Bucky.

"I had no clue what all the Russian shit was but this looks like bread." He scoffed. You were starving. You grabbed the bread looking thing and took a bite before immediately spitting it out.

"Oh god, this is nasty and definitely not bread." You coughed, a look of disgust on your face.

"Didn't know you were a spitter." Bucky joked with a smirk on his face.

"Pig."

It took a while to get ready. You had to look as fancy as possible. You were going to the most luxurious party ever. Even Bucky took some time to look good. He was wearing a black suit, all black. It was tight. You could see practically every muscle through it. His tie was emerald green to match your dress, which you had carefully put on. It wouldn't be Tony, however, if it wasn't a few sizes too small. Every curve you had was visible and your tits nearly fell out.

"Can't breath but whatever." You muttered more to yourself. You put a strand of hair in place and stood up, ready to go. "Let's do this. You got my gun?" You looked over at Bucky who was behind you, clearly staring at you.

"Uh, yeah. I'll keep it with me. I'm not sure you can fit any more in that tight thing." He said, shamelessly looking you up and down.

"Right. Let's go." You said, feeling very naked under his eyes.

It was a short ride in a big, shiny car to the palace. In the car, you and Bucky discussed your mission some more. Act like a couple, hold hands, smile, all that stuff. You weren't happy to do this with him, but you were determined to do your job like you were supposed to.

The party had just started and it was already in full swing. Very important business people from all around the world were there. Everyone was dressed in the most expensive dresses and suits. You felt very poor walking among these people. You had your arms linked with Bucky. A smile plastered on your lips.

You found a spot where you could see pretty much the whole area. "I'm happy to be here, babe." Bucky said, placing a hand on the small of your back. Damn. He played his roll really well. An unwanted blush painted your cheeks. "Me too... Baby." You couldn't help but feel like throwing up. It was a tingling in your stomach that made you want to run to the nearest bathroom.

A waiter walked over to you, a silver plate in his hands with glasses of champagne on it. You both took a glass and smiled at the man. Bucky placed his lips on the glass and spoke in a hushed voice that only you could hear. "I see him. Balding, late 40's, maffia looking guy." You carefully followed his gaze to a man of this description with a group of guys who looked equally as scary. Your heartbeat began to rise. Bucky noticed and rubbed his thumb on your back.

"He's been eying us ever since we got in." He whispered, only an inch from your ear. You could feel his hot breath, giving you goosebumps. "Pretend like I said something funny." You chuckled nervously and slapped his arm jokingly.

You sneaked a glance towards the man and noticed how intensely he was looking at you and Bucky and it scared the shit out of you. Bucky was tense. You could feel it. He moved his hand from your back to your face, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He smiled at you but you saw the serious look in his eyes.

He licked his lips. His other hand rested on your hip. "Bucky, what are you doing?" You bit down on your lip. "Don't do that." He said in a low voice.

"Do what?" You blinked. He was so close to you that you could practically feel his muscles through his suit. "That." He said and pulled your lip out from your teeth with his thumb.

You saw him looking at the man from the corner of his eye, making you remember where you were and why. You sighed. "Buck, what do we do?" He looked back at you, from your eyes to your lips. Before you knew, he planted his lips right on yours. You were stunned. He kissed you so intensely, you were about to pass out.

He slowly pulled away from you. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I had to do it." He looked back to see the man had left. "Shit, come on. We have to go." He grabbed your wrist and pulled you with him in a hurry. Your mind was still clouded with what just happened but got brought back to reality when Bucky pushed your gun into your hands.

"You get his men, I get him." He said before running off. You cleared your throat and took off your heels before running to the back. Getting away from the crowd, you went through a door to the kitchens. A man with a giant gun was in front of you.

You aimed your gun at him. He did the same. "Now now, sweetheart." He said with a thick Russian accent. "You are clearly not made for this job. You would be a much better use on the streets." He laughed maniacally.

"I'll fucking shoot you." You threatened. He cocked his gun and walked towards you. "Fight me." He said. "Put the gun down and fight me."

You hesitated before lowering your gun, which he did too, and placing it on the floor. "You can't win from me in a fucking dress." He laughed.

One moment he was laughing, and the other he had your fist against his eye. He tumbled back before giving you a look of hatred and kicking you. The fight was on. You smacked him, kicked him, threw him around until he was finally unconscious. You sighed. There was blood gushing out of your nose, but you had to keep going.

When you took down all the other men, which was significantly more easy than the first guy, you went and found Bucky. He was in a fight with the main guy. He seemed to be in trouble. You grabbed your gun and shot at least four times until the man fell, bleeding, to the floor.

"Holy shit." Bucky panted. "Let's get out of here."

You hurried into the hotel room, getting weird looks from strangers. Your dress was ripped everywhere and your nose was still bleeding. It made you feel dizzy. Bucky looked fairly unharmed while he helped you into the room.

"Don't get blood on the bed." He warned. You huffed.

You quickly got into the shower. The water turned pink from the blood. It was nasty. You felt sick, but the shower helped you clear your thoughts. But then the memory came back. The memory of Bucky kissing you. His hands on your hips. It felt so intense.

That evening, the two of you had gone to bed earlier. You were tired. The room was only slightly lit by the moonlight. Both you and Bucky were staring at the ceiling. You felt like you had to speak up, break the silence.

"Bucky." You said softly. "When you were talking to me at the party, before the fight..." you trailed off. He looked at you. "Why couldn't I bite my lip?" You asked shyly.

He hummed. "It was distracting."

"You kissing me was also distracting." You remarked. He let out a small chuckle.

"I know. We nearly let him escape." He said.

You sat up straight and looked back at him. "We? You kissed me. I don't know what you're talking about."

"You didn't kiss me back."

"I was shocked." You started to feel uncomfortable.

"I could tell." You could practically hear him smirk. "I could also tell that you liked it."

You turned around to face him, nearly touching his thigh with your leg. "Cocky bastard, I don't even like to go near you." You crossed your arms.

He sat up as well, sitting close to you. "I gotta say, you look really good naked." He said, referring to when he saw you running, naked, for your towel.

"I said don't look!" You slapped him peacefully, a blush on your cheeks.

"I couldn't help it." He placed his hand on your cheek. "I want you to kiss me back." His voice was rough.

You couldn't speak, only nod. He closed the space between you and you kissed back immediately. Passionate and intense. Your hand was in his hair, pulling slightly at the strands.

Now you certainly had to remember to thank Tony.

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parkeraul · 5 years

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Drunk bestfriend!Tom confessing his feelings for you while you take care of him

→ can you feel me? | t.h.

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warnings — fluff, kind of angsty, swearing, brief mentions of sex and alcohol consumption.

“Turn around,” Tom says, walking slowly as he tries hard not to miss a step. “I don’t want you to see my intimacy.”

Y/N stands up from the bed as soon as she sees her best friend walking drowsily, his right hand holding the edges of the towel wrapped around his waist together. His left hand palms the wall, as if they could only show him what way he should follow to reach the wardrobe. The brown eyes are glued on the wooden floor, slow steps coming closer as Y/N prompts herself to stretch both arms and offer him her hands to guide his trail.

“Nah, no,” Tom refuses, shifting his hands up in the air and away from her touch, which leads to his towel to loosen and start to fall. “I can handle myself,” A hiccup interrupts him briefly, frame tumbling backwards as he loses balance for a moment. “I’m fine, look!”

As soon as he stops talking, he opens his arms and starts to lift his right foot to fold his knee and make a 4 shape with his legs — obviously, tilting from side to side due to the dizziness.

“Tom, what the hell?!” Y/N hisses, long strides leading her to grab both his arms and bring him back to Earth. “Quit fucking around, this ain’t funny.”

Laughing, Tom falls forwards and hugs his best friend clumsily, squishing her body with his powerless limbs. He felt a numbness running through his nerves, but his muscular arms made Y/N feel like he was using all of his might to hold her against his cold body. It’s all too good until she feels him starting to get heavier, pressing down on her.

“Help me change, kitten?” He mumbles weakly, arms still tangled around her shoulders as they tiptoe left and right to avoid crashing down.

“Kitten?” Y/N asks, frowning.

“Kitten.”

“Don’t call me kitten.”

“Why not?” The british boy asks back, burying his face on the crook of her neck, sniffing her scent and closing his sleepy eyes. “You liked it when Raul called you that in high school.”

“Will you let that go?” She sighs, smiling and Tom smiles along because he can notice it, even though he doesn’t have a view. Her words slipped out way too softly for her not to be grinning, he knows it like the palm of his hand. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you about that.”

“Shut the fuck up,” While Y/N helps him step away, he lets out a breathy laugh and chews on his bottom lip no longer after, hands trailing their way back to his dark–red towel threatening to fall. “I remember you shaking whenever he came across, you liked it.”

Y/N guides Tom to flop onto the mattress, where he sits down with a lazy smile sprawled across his flushy face. There are droplets scrolling down his chest, his short hair a little bit damp and his skin getting goosebumps as the cold temperature envolves the bedroom. She walks to his drawers, choosing one of his various Calvins for him to wear as he watches her attentive like a child.

“I so didn’t.”

“You did.”

“I fuckin’ did not!”

“Y/N, come on,” He speaks loudly, accent dripping down strongly everytime he opened his mouth. “You literally sent me a message that day talking about–”

Not looking back, she tosses a black pair of Calvins right onto his face, looking for his pajamas on another drawer and hoping she had shut him up with the fabric.

“Talking about how he moaned weirdly and couldn’t stop talking during sex.”

“Where the fuck are your pajamas?” She sighs, slamming the drawers shut as she gets no success.

“Do you still hate when people talk during sex?” Tom unfolds his underwear, only looking at it as he has no willing on putting them on.

“It’s not that I hate it, it depends,” Y/N answers nonchalantly, finding on his bottom drawer a pair of sweats that she throws it back to him. “Raul was annoying, I hated it with him.”

“Oh yeah?”

“He was a son of a bitch, you knew that,” She emphasizes, closing the drawer as she opens the biggest door of his wardrobe to search for a cozy blanket to cover him with. “You knew that before I did, actually.”

Tom’s head starts to spin, vision getting blurry as he tries to watch Y/N’s actions across his bedroom. It’s hard to focus, but the fact that she’s staying here to help him get ready to sleep and taking care of him seems to connect more with the moment — even if it means he can only feel clearly, sight losing itself more and more. He doesn’t remember when he started to lose control, or how many tequila shots he had in between the countless bottles of beer he took. The taste remains still on his memory, as fresh as the emotions blossoming across his thumping chest. Something’s wrong.

“You gonna throw up, aren’t you?”

“Huh?”

This time, even though it’s unfocused, Tom’s eyes are staring at a random spot. More precisely, the spot where her body was before she shifted to the side with a warm blanket on her hands and a worried look at his direction.

“No, I’m not,” He says with a smile. “Just thinkin’ how Raul really was a son of a bitch.”

“Still?”

“He was a lucky son of a bitch, though,” Tom explains, trying to manage his underwear among his fingers to dress it up. “Was he a good kisser at least?”

When Tom’s body inches to the left dangerously, Y/N runs to him — the blanket long forgotten at the end of the bed as she knees down on the floor, taking the underwear onto her own hands.

“Fuck, Tom.”

She tries to pass the waistband up his feet correctly and Tom is still taken aback by her words. What the heck?

Another hiccup comes suddenly, a warm sensation soothing the left side of his chest and quickly travelling down to the center of it. Soon, it’s burning his entire upper half with a feeling he can’t describe; he doesn’t want to describe. Tom’s been doing great by avoiding it everytime if came up, but further than that, it flew down to his lower stomach and found home on it, building a light coil unconsciously.

“Let me do this.” He says flatly, trying to recover his senses and grabbing the waistband himself, pushing it up hurriedly.

“You can’t even stand up, shithead,” Y/N fights back, slapping his hands away but Tom is quicker to drag his body farther onto the bed. “Will you stop?”

His breath gets caught, the air stuck on his lungs and fighting to come out as he insists on holding it back — because there is Y/N, taking his wrists and pinning them down on each side of his body and down on the mattress. Tom can tell she’s growing impatient when she bites her lower lip twice before keeping it in between her teeth, the apple of her cheeks highlighting everytime she chews her lip strongly. And damn, she looks different. Good different, great different, he thinks. She’s dead mad at him for being bratty, but there’s something about the way Y/N looks down in there, insisting on taking care of his drunken body that gets his heart beating unpatterned. Maybe it’s the way her brows frown so sweetly, concentrated; or the way she looks up at him disapprovingly, but with an unspoken phrase of comfort — “you’re an idiot, but what wouldn’t I do for you?”. Perhaps, it’s about the way her careful hands are messily dressing him, the elastic waistband tightening his shins, going past his knees, thighs, upper thighs–

“I’ll do the rest,” He comes back to reality, blinking twice and breaking out from the fairytale. “Here, come on up.”

“No, it’s almost done,” It’s Y/N’s turn to have wrists gotten by Tom, who’s pulling her body up by them. “You can barely speak properly.”

“I’m betta, love,” Tom gives her a warm smile, breathing deeply to keep his body in place — he fears his drunken state can’t work in his favour, but he fears his heart the most, that it might give him the strength to reach for her. He can’t. “Trust me, it’s fine.”

“Why are you so damn stubborn?”

“You’re stubborn!”

“Shit, Tom, let me finish–”

“Y/N stop!” Tom’s voice falls an octave, coming out almost clear for the first time in the past 2 hours. “I’ll fucking do this, I don’t want you to see my dick.”

She stands up and her jaw falls, a silent laugh leaving her mouth with a sharp air exhaling through it. Her hands flies to her waist, cupping the flesh covered by her favourite party dress as she watches Tom struggling to wear his briefs without taking the towel off.

“I can’t see shit.”

A few seconds of silence take over the room, but it feels like an eternity in their heads. Tom stares deep into Y/N’s eyes and she reciprocates, eyebrows lifted while she tucks her hair behind her ears.

“Ouch?!” He whines, as if she could see through the towel to pull up a joke like that. His mind wasn’t working at all.

Y/N rolls her eyes and turns her back to him, walking to the end of the bed to grab the blanket and unfold the enormous flurry piece. She rambles, pretending to work more on the big white fabric as she gives him the time to get dressed. Tom stands up on his feet, shoving the underwear up and letting the waistband rest a little bit lower than it should be. The v–lines are prominent on his abs, leading to where his lower stomach starts to show up, where the coil is intensifying against his will.

The scent of her perfume and shampoo fills up the room, warning Tom that he won’t get rid of her even if she went away back home. Her delicate silhouette was standing there, back turned to him after a long night looking after his drunken stunts. They loved to party together, of course, but somehow her soberness hit her sooner while Tom was out there, trying drink after drink.

She wanted to ask what was going on, what happened that made him look at her the entire party. Innumerable times Tom had been caught glancing at her, even far away on the kitchen while she was out there on the beer pong with their friends. And if she was out of sight, she was present in his mind, making him seek for her even though he feared what he would probably bump into. Yet, it felt more and more like a line had twirled a knot around his heart and the end of it was in hers — tied up like a pretty bow tie, because she would do a knot better than his. She always did everything better, Tom thinks.

Fancier, stronger, prettier, faster... Perfectly. She’s unique, nobody compares to her.

When Y/N turns around, Tom has his fist shoved against his other palm, crackling his slender fingers as his biceps flex to the action. She offers him a tired smile, but genuine, from the heart. Tom knows what it means, denying her from the view of his defined body as he climbs onto bed like a baby. She doesn’t let the sight of his ass pass by, though — and if it was a good time, she’d tease him about how juicy his cheeks look in those Calvins, which would make him twitch harder inside his boxers but laugh in response, buying the play so she would never know how bad he wishes it could be true.

When he’s finally resting, back pressed against the sheets and arm under his head, Y/N covers him with the heavy blanket. His stubborn ass left the sweats she threw at him long forgotten in the middle of the bed, but she wouldn’t fight it. Not today. If he gets a cold, she might chastise him tomorrow, she thinks.

“Raul was a good kisser,” Y/N whispers, bringing the cover up to Tom’s chest. “This is how I kept him quiet.”

“Fair enough,” Tom whispers back, grinning tiredly. “Smart of you.”

Y/N winks at her best friend, smiling along with the boy she learned to deal with everytime he decided to play harder with the drinks. Tom turns to the side, looking up at her as he opens more space on his bed.

What?

Y/N kinda freezes inside, wondering where the hell was this going to. It was a rule that they would never share a bed, it was set ever since they had to sleep over Harrison’s house one day and things got awkward. Their legs would touch here and there sometimes and it felt like torture. At the same time it was wrong, Tom wanted it to feel right so bad. He felt like it was right, but he didn’t know about Y/N, so it didn’t go further than that. They knew it had brought an uncomfortable atmosphere when they woke up the next day quieter than ever, after a long night of accidental touches. And they weren’t mischievous, or meant to tease, or whatever. The fact that they both had deeper thoughts about a simple graze made it all become heavier and bigger than it should be — and by deeper thoughts, they mean: what if ‘keep going’ is the right thing to do?

“You have a pretty lower lip, Y/N,” Tom says with a tone very child–like, eyes blinking slowly.

“Just the lower one?” She laughs, already familiar with the dork–drunken–Tom Holland.

“No, the other one looks good too,” Dangerous confession. Fuck. “But lower lips are better to suck onto.”

She tilts her head like a puppy, trying to understand where he was going, what was his point after all. Y/N gulps, lungs working a lot harder to keep the composure.

“Raul was a lucky bastard,” Mumbling lowly, Tom eyes Y/N through his lashes. “I can imagine why he was always stuck with his mouth on yours.”

“Can you?”

“I always had that in mind.”

“Raul and I kissing?”

Tom giggles impulsively, nervously, as if he just heard the funniest joke of his entire existence. He only stops when the coil on his lower stomach starts to boil.

“Having my mouth stuck on yours.”

Y/N finally takes her hands off the blanket, rubbing her palm against Tom’s head like he’s a puppy. She smiles at his smirk, heart beating so angrily she feared it was audible to him.

“Good night, Tom.”

“Hey,” Tom calls, deciding to offer her a better thing. “You can have Sam’s bed, he’s not coming home.”

Y/N nods, curling the corner of her mouth up before pressing her lips together, fingers of both hands tangled in between each other.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you!” He says. “I love you.”

Turning off the lights, Y/N goes to the door and answers him genuinely.

“I love you too.”

As she leaves, closing the door behind her, Tom shifts in bed with that fucking dull ache all spread over his lower stomach, waves of excitement throbbing up and down unstoppably. With his right hand running down his muscles to the black boxers, he knew it would be another night with Y/N’s name on his mouth; the image of her intoxicating his imagination and the thought of what her whimpers would sound like if he had invited her to occupy the empty side of his bed; if she would’ve had accepted it to finally put to a proof if their touches were going to feel perfectly wrong, or deadly right.

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black-quadrant · 4 years

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at long last, i give you chapter 2 of my demon AU! not as thrilling as chapter 1, unless you like a bunch of exposition! we’ll get to the juicy stuff soon enough. thanks for the interest and motivation to build out this AU!

He could have sworn he hadn’t consumed a drop of alcohol last night. Even a skeptic like him could assume spirits and real spirits would mix as well as oil and water, but ultimately he was staying sober for his friends in case they got themselves into some kind of actual real living trouble beyond their impulsivity to raise the dead, or... whatever.

So why did he feel completely hung the fuck over? Every muscle in his body ached, even ones he didn’t know he had, or hadn’t used since he was forced to play team sports in school (those were the days... not).

Nevertheless, he peeled himself out of bed, bracing himself for the morni-- er, afternoon. After... noon? With a soul-deep groan, Neku dragged himself into the shower, using that time to scavenge his memories of last night, picking up every mental fragment until he'd reached the end of the evening, where he crashed into bed. And the next conscious anything was a disturbingly vivid dream about being assaulted in said bed by what vaguely looked to be an arguably pretty boy packing a full set of gnashing teeth and ultraviolet whorls for eyes. The kind of nightmare vision appeal that made you hard for danger, the kind of unnerving midnight visitor that people wished would steal in and violate them in the comfort of their own room. And what followed... that made Neku stop everything, and crank the shower dial to blast himself with ice water.

He did not have time to indulge sordid fantasies. That was a hell of a dream though; he couldn’t recall the last time he’d dreamt so vividly. He’d have to... circle back around to that one later.

Right now he needed to rejoin society, and hopefully the flood of city stimuli will dilute and filter out this undercurrent of indistinct eeriness.

A cup of coffee was a good start. That, and an apology, both for bailing on his friends, and for, well, his friends. Taking to the streets, armed with his headphones (he never left home without them), he cranked up the volume until he could no longer hear Shibuya and meandered the all too familiar path to Wildkat Cafe.

He’s taking a gamble here at the shop being open, as it’s known for its proprietor’s inconsistent (putting it lightly) hours, but he’s in luck; it’s open, and Mr. H, upon spotting him, waved him in.

“’Ey, Phones!” He didn’t need hear him to read his lips and know he’s greeting him by his exasperating nickname. He used to think Mr. H simply forgot his name, but after countless attempts to try to replace it with his actual name, and even going without his headphones for a week to train him out of it, he’d resigned himself to his unchanging fate. But such was the nature of nicknames, right? You don’t always want them.

“Hey, Mr. H.” Draping said `phones’ around his neck, Neku strolled in, making his way to the counter where the barista was stationed, currently cleaning down the counter. “I, uh... wanted to say sorry for last night. I--”

Neku paused abruptly as a shadow fell over Hanekoma’s expression, smothering the air of congeniality he had about him. It’s the first time Neku’s ever seen him look so aggravated. It’s not until Hanekoma spoke that he realized he was staring past him.

“Does he know you’re stalking him, J?��

“You’re always ruining my fun, Mr. H.”

Neku spun toward the source of the undeniably snide tone, finding himself gawking at the face that starred in his tawdry dream last night.

“Hello, Neku.” He smiled with normal human teeth. A small comfort.

“... what the fuck?! Where did you come from? There was no one here a second ago.” Neku cast Hanekoma a wide-eyed glance full of disbelief. “...was there?”

Hanekoma barked out a laugh and shook his head.

“Who the fuck is this? Why do you know my name?” Something deeply, disturbingly intuitive Neku refused to acknowledge told him he knew the answer.

“I’m hurt. We met just last night.” It’s then that Neku noticed the petite violet horns seated atop that fluffy head. They couldn’t be bigger than two inches. It’s not like it’s out of place for the season, but it’s a bit too campy for Neku’s taste. Just as he was about to mock them, something brushed his arm.

A legitimate demon tail, complete with spade tip.

“Seriously? You’re wearing that out in public?” He swatted it away, eliciting a squeak of alarm from the little weirdo.

“Gentle. It’s not a costume prop.”

Neku backed himself up to the counter, again looking to the barista for help.

“You know damn well you’re not supposed to be in the RG.” He regarded said little weirdo with such familiarity that he was chastising him. RG? Too much is happening at once. Neku slammed a hand on the counter. "Hello?? I did not meet you, not last night or ever.”

The blonde simply smirked.

“Joshua... that ring a bell?”

The name, combined with his tone, struck him like lightning, and all at once the image flashed back into his mind. Horrorterror teeth, clawed hands, unmistakeable purple eyes--

“...holy shit.”

“There’s nothin’ holy ‘bout him--”

“Mr. H, would you like me to spill your secrets?”

“Which one?” The barista countered with a grin, and Neku literally and figuratively stepped out of their crossfire and snatched Joshua by a horn, cringing at discovering that it’s fixed to his skull. Joshua hissed, but didn’t move.

“Tell me now.”

“Don’t you remember? Your friends didn’t close the door. But don’t worry, I closed it behind me.” Neku released his grip and took a step back, finally understanding. It wasn’t a fever dream. Wasn’t even a normal dream. It had happened, it--

“You were in my bedroom--” Neku’s face went beet red. Joshua giggled knowingly.

“No, we didn’t do that. That was me feeding you some... prospects. Or perhaps it was a premonition?”

“You’re fucking gross.”

“Anyway,” Hanekoma interjected, “Joshua here is, I guess what you would call a demon.” Joshua huffed at being outed.

“This,” Neku gestured vaguely at the `boy’ “is not what I saw last night. Last night I would believe what I saw was indeed a demon. This is just a campy ruse.”

“Well, technically, you’re spot on.” Joshua affirmed, his sinuously long, slender tail swaying behind him, not unlike a cat’s. “Clearly you’re not a demon enthusiast or you’d know that we can take human shape, so that we can walk among you...” Joshua slunk over to the counter, tapping an empty mug in a silent entreaty for coffee. “Just like angels...right, Mr. H?” Hanekoma ignored him for the espresso machine.

“... okay... okay, okay, this has crossed over from fucking weird to goddamn cursed. I have so many questions I don’t even want the answers to, but I’ll summarize all of them: what do you want?”

Joshua, leaning casually against the counter, turned to Neku with a delighted grin.

“You. I like you. You’re a one in a million find in this city.” Behind the counter, brewing Joshua’s cup, Hanekoma scoffed. “You’re sensitive on an energetic level. I’d like us to spend some quality time... and I have been so bored. I was drawn to you because I can see you are bored, too.”

Neku opened his mouth to protest, but he instantly thought better of it. He’s not sure how Joshua could smell the utter ennui on him, but he’d chalk it up to Demonic Shit because he was getting a massive headache from information overload.

“As fun as hanging out with you and being tormented at night sounds, I’ll pass. I’ve got a life to live that I’m not going to piss away entertaining a demon masquerading as a human. The horns and tail are doing nothing for you human passing, by the way.”

“You want to send me back then, Neku? Do you even know how?” This motherfucker. Neku grit his teeth, biting back the urge to slap the pretty off his face.

“Besides, you won’t even see me during the day. I’ll make myself absent to the eyes.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I can hop between... dimensions. We’ll say dimensions. You won’t even know I’m there.”

“So you can stalk me some more?”

“Alright, boys, simmer down. `I’ll make your cup a’joes for the road, an’ you can go out an’ get acquainted.”

“You’re not off the hook.” Neku said sharply. “You’ve been suspiciously quiet about this the whole time. Obviously you two are acquainted. What is your relationship to this little cryptid?”

“I’ll tell ya all ‘bout it later, Phones. You have my word.” He pushed the cups forward. “On the house.” Hanekoma never offered free coffee. This did not bode well for Neku, who could tell he’d have to put up with a pet demon until he learned how to slam dunk him back to his own dimension.

“...fine. Are you gonna put away the costume props?”

“No one but you will see my very real extensions of myself. There’s my compromise.”

Neku rolled his eyes.

“You have to get the hell out of here if I go see my friends. I am not explaining you. That’s my compromise.”

“Brr... so cold.” Joshua cozied up to Neku’s side, clearly intent on testing his boundaries (and his wrath). “Take me out to lunch, and I will tell you anything you want to know.”

“I can’t believe this...”

Those purple eyes, for a split second, flare with the glow of last night.

“Oh, Neku... you will. You will.”

#joshneku #neku sakuraba #joshua kiryu #twewy #the world ends with you #sorry for the reupload hellsite wasn't archiving this in the tags #h writes

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zaneryne · 4 years

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Ghost Part 4

Chogan had heard the rumors of Silvermoon how wondrous it was, always told in his life that Silvermoon City and Stormwind City were things to see, given obvious reason of his race he would probably never see Stormwind, so this would be his crowning achievement. He could not wait to return home and tell his parents of the wonders, despite not knowing his father laid dead and his mother bludgeoned herself unconscious. He walked through the several Sin'Dorei courts and districts, the red feather pinned to his tunic, got him some strange stares and some looks of respected, as he was ushered in the direction of the Dawnsky estate.

A humble Sin'Dorei met with him near the estate and bowed his head, chipper would best describe his personality, "Greetings Honorary! Please this way! The Lady Dawnsky is not busy at the moment, she is happy to met with all patrons of the family creed."

Chogan snorted from his snout, "This is good." He had not known what else to say, just followed the elf into a rose garden. There was several bushes around, several petals of pink and orange that floated about, a table, several colored pillowed chairs and an elf, one that looked exactly like Zaneryne, twins for sure, sipping tea.

Zainstra looked up and furrowed her brow, she did not know who this was, but she saw the feather so it had to be someone to be trusted, she nodded to the escort and said, "Leave me alone with my patron please."

The elf bowed and left her alone with Chogan. She offered tea, "Tea? I have many kinds."

Chogan shook his head, "No thank you. I am just here with a message."

Zainstra took her seat and poured herself another cup of tea, "What message?"

Chogan repeated as Zane had told him, "the light of the dawn even shows in the most grim of skies..."

Zainstra almost drops her cup of tea as she heard what he said, wide eyed looks up and says, "Excuse me?"

He starts to repeat himself and she stops him, "No I heard you the first time, my apologies, just....what happened? Is Zaneryne dead?"

Chogan shakes his head, "No. She left Stranglethorn with me very much alive, said she had somewhere to go. She sent me here afraid you might get dragged out the court and killed being you are not...what you say to be...."

She raises her hand trying to quiet him and nods, "Yes yes. I know what her phrase means....we came up with it in case this ever happened....." she clears her throat then apologizes for being rude, "I am sorry....its just....never thought it would happen....she is always so careful....do you know how it slipped?"

Chogan shook his head, "She not give all the details, other than we knowing someone is hunting her."

Zainstra tried to think of who that might be but could not think of a soul and nods, "Very well, guess I am heading out, the closest I can get to Stormwind from here is well by steed unless I head to Dalaran and reveal my true form, then can buy passage to Stormwind. Will you accompany me? You can use any of the Horde portals there to get yourself closer to home."

Chogan nodded, "Would be happy to go along with you."

Zainstra faintly smiles and calls out to her steward, "Firaxis, I am heading out with my patron here, do keep watch of the house!" She turns away and starts to summon up a portal to Dalaran, "After you, it closes behind me...."

The Tauren stepped through the opening and she follows after him.

All the while Norae'thas was sailing towards Strangethorn Vale, had threatened the goblins with death they granted him passage, he laid in a tied up hammock at the bottom of the ship, this recent run in with Zaneryne had his eyes glazed over dreaming of the temptress that took his attention so many years ago.

He daydreaming of the past. He walked into his bedroom holding up a scroll, at his face not seeing what was different in the room, "Zaneryne, going over your notes again and again about water reflections and just not sure how that can be applied in a magical aspect, these theories are all wild...." he drops the scroll, naked, and seeing someone else in his bed. A orc female.

He growled swells of fire ignited in his hand, "Who are you? Where is Zaneryne?!?!?"

The orc quickly sits up and waves her hands and chimes out, "Whoa whoa whoa! Hey it is me...." she fans her hands before her, like splashing water as she reveals under the illusion herself. Norae'thas jaw dropped and walked over to his naked woman and looked her up and down, "No need to ever cheat on you, you can be whatever woman I want...."

Zaneryne immediately slaps in him the chest, "Shush you! But that is a cool trick right? Reflecting water to a mirror image...well you freeze the water slightly, makes a reflective surface, if you can phantom the image you can come the image, just need to work on getting the image on my body and not in a bubble around me, the suspension of water will make it easier to break, anyone could break the camouflage....."

She rambled on and on and he just grabbed her by her ears and turned her to look up, "Woman breath.....you think way to much about your work sometimes you need to live life...." He kisses her lips softly, "You have all the time later to solve these things...."

Norae'thas in the leaky boat, gripped the feather braided in his hair and sighs,. parts of him regretting how things ended with her. Forgetting or disregarding how much it was him that lead to them ending. He grips quite tightly to the feather.

As the blood elf thrashed through the sea, a neon cotton candy pink flossed hair gnome skipped on the road through Duskwood, waving to anyone she passed through, showing her worth by splitting spiders and wolves in half with her broad sword, all to play the part, until she worked her way up to a very cozy cottage, maybe the only cozy cottage in Duskwood in quite some time, she stepped up to the door and looked up trying to figure out how she was going to knock on it, "Hmmmm....oh I know!"

The little gnome turns around and walks back down the steps to the nearest log, chopping with the sword, hacking away the wood, chips flying over her head, as she hacked off a limb. She slung her broad sword onto her back and took the limb in her hand and picked it up, swaying side to side as it was heavier in some spots, she struggled her little self back up the steps to the front porch and dropped the large stick with a plop. She threw her stumpy legs over and straddled it, bending over and reaching around to heave and pick up the large stick, almost losing balance she heaved with all her little strength and tossed the limb at the door, making a thud sound. She hoped it worked.

It took a few moments before the door opened, standing there was a sweat glistened Ren'Dorei male, panting as he looked around and looked down, seeing the limb and the gnome, swallowing hard he rest his elbows on the door frame, his pants barely holding on if it werent for the stiffness he did not seem shy about hiding. The gnome looks up and quietly hides her eyes and shrills cutely, "AHHHH!"

The Ren'Dorei, Telcontyr looks at the gnome and her reaction and smirks, turns his head and slicks his fingers through his semi wet hair, "Sorry caught me in the middle of something....definitely in...the middle of someone legs...." he grins, his lips parting as he runs his tongue across his top teeth, "What can I do for you little gnome?"

The gnome keeping her eyes shielded she says, "I want to do business with someone named Linenia Sungift....does she live here? That is what the locals at Darkshire said...." she knew that Linenia traded herbs and bought things in Darkshire so it was not so far fetched.

Telcontyr nods, "Yeah you can, come on in...let me go get her." He opens the door inviting her in.

"Is it safe to open my eyes? Dont want that flesh snake dropping down on my little head..." The gnome said.

Telcontyr tried to not laugh and turns his body away from her, shielding his flesh snake from her, "Yeah it is safe to open your eyes."

The gnome uncovers her eyes and scuttles into the house, looks around, "Lovely home you have." She lets out a relaxed sigh, and sees him holding his crotch to hide his erection and sighs, "Would shake ya hand and introduce myself but dont want ya unmasking that monster! So will just say, hi there my name is Sparkle Fizzcrackle!"

Telcontyr started to walk towards his bedroom, "Not sure I have permission to give out my name yet..." He steps to the bedroom door, cracking it open with his shoulder. All the while the gnome stood there flabbergasted at why he would not be allowed to share his name. Peaking his head in he speaks to Linenia, "It is a client for you, she introduced herself, do I have permission mistress to tell her my name...."

The seductress of the house, raised from the sheets reaching out and grabbed a sheer feathered robe to tie around her body, her deep purple locks covered her face, she walks towards her lover and runs her fingers over his bottom lip and playfully shoves his face away and says, "No you dont....now get in bed and proceed to edge yourself, and lap up all your earlier failures..." She comes from the room, closing the door behind her, leaving Telcontry behind to lick the bedsheets clean. Linenia sways towards the Gnome and eyes her up and down for a moment, "I am Barnoness Linenia Sungift of Sungift Relics...how may I be of service to you?" She kneels down and extends her index finger to the little gnome.

The little gnome gulps and grabs her index finger, "Sparkle Fizzcrackle, and I need your help with a special spell, they said in Darkshire your quite a powerful warlock, so think your the best one for the job....do you have an office we can talk in?"

Linenia takes her finger back and stands up slowly, "Yes I do. Follow me." Linenia leads her to the back of the house into a very ornate room, a desk with neatly placed papers, several different inkwells and quills, golden chairs with red and blue cushions, rich colors on the wall, well lit, the office she already knew, as Linenia had no clue it was her. The gnome walked into before Linenia, with her friends back turned to close the door, she broke the illusion, so when Linenia turned around she would be face to face with Zaneryne.

Linenia turns and sees her friend and raises an eyebrow before sighing, "You and your illusions woman..." she walks around to her desk and sits down, "Are we here to have another talk about Jon Chess?"

Zane lets out a sigh, "We will talk about him eventually but not.....currently...." she looks down, feeling like she should be at Jon's side wherever he was in Azeroth, not at all aware he was near killed going into the Azerite facility. Zane takes a sit in the chair, her face troubled.

Linenia picks up on it and tilts her head and sits properly, she was going to be her normal sexually charged self and play with herself but seeing the look at Zane's face, made her shift and sit up in the chair and reaches out to her with hands willing to hold her hand. Zane did not immediately reach out, it took her a moment to speak.

Zane thumbed Jon's ring several times, closing her eyes as a tear rolled down her face, Linenia thought the worst, thinking Jon left Zane, about to say something, Zane spoke, "Norae'thas is alive....."

Linenia shook her head, "Wha....what no that is not possible....he should be very much so dead....there is no way he could of survived....that fall is to high....and what is under it, besides you said no one but you were around and you did not aid him did you?"

Zaneryne shakes her head, "No...my intention was to kill him.....he fell to his death, how he survived I do not know....unless he is forsaken like Slyvanas, not sure how he is living....." She quickly looks down in sadness.

Linenia looks away, "So this complicates things...he will be after you forever, unless you finally kill him this time.....and what about your sister?"

Zane looks up again and speaks softly, "I traveled to Stranglethorn Vale with a Tauren named Chogan, he was a courier for me and send my sister the message, she will be in route to Stormwind...where I need you to meet her and give her something...."

Linenia licks her lips, "Give her what? Cant you give it to her yourself? I do not understand why I am needed for this....."

Zane groans loudly, "He is going to come after me Linenia...if he has both of us together her can project the truth that she is the Ren'Dorei and discredit her, I need my lie to stay alive....so you need to meet with her....I need to finish what I failed to do to begin with....need to kill him!"

Linenia waves her hands in front of her, "Okay okay okay....calm down Zaneryne....I will meet with Zainstra in Stormwind...she knows where my store front is right? You have told her?"

"Yes, have given her details before on how to find you if it ever came to this, but she also knows your store front name and can ask guards to find you."

Linenia leans back into her chair, "What do you want me to give her?"

Zane looks up at Linenia and slowly pulls off her necklace, removing the necklace Jon gave her, with the chess piece and ring and hands it over, "This."

Linenia looks at it, "Are you insane Zaneryne? You going completely off the grid? Do you not want Jon's help or to find you?"

Zane shakes her head, "No....I dont want to see Jon get hurt over my failures....I have to protect him and Zainstra...."

"Zaneryne, that is crazy....you can take on the world with Jon....do not pull a classic you and runaway thinking you have to be out of there lives to protect them....you can kill Norae'thas with Jon....why do you always think the worst will happen....."

Zane had already convinced herself that not being in Jon's life or being in Zainstra life would keep them safe, "Linenia I do not expect you to understand, Norae'thas is crazed, he will harm them, he knows powerful people and while he is one man, an army of people insane like him, we cant stop....I could never live with myself in Zainstra got exposed and murdered in Silvermoon City or live with myself in Jon was murdered because of me.....it is better this way....I have to finish what I started...."

Linenia puts her hand on the table, slamming it down for a moment, "Zane what if it takes months for you to finish what you started? Jon is going to hurt, mourn your loss....what do we tell him? That your off in the wind chasing after an insane ex of yours? I mean what if he mourns your loss and moves on....? Do you really want to lose Jon over this?"

Zane shakes his head, "I never want to lose Jon over anything....we are already having problems Linenia....I work more than I see him and have already felt the worry of losing him....I am a failure as his woman....if this takes the time it does for him to find someone better for him then maybe its for the best....." her voice cracks as she starts to cry, "I just want Jon to be happy....and if that is with me then great, but if it is with someone else, great too....I will always love him....and be a ghost...."

Linenia was at a lost of worlds, "Zan....Zane do you not hear yourself....." she presses her fingers to her forehead, "You are not like other Sin'Dorei, you view love like the Kal'Dorei, you have picked Jon to mate for life with....he is all you want.....all you love and cherish and care for....and your going to let him go cause things have been rocky as of late, and because Norae'thas is here? Zane that is madness! Kill Norae'thas and make things work with Jon, there is no reason to let you two end over this....he loves you....things just have been hard for you two right now....make it work....." She could not believe Zane, "You cannot be a ghost in both of there lives Zaneryne, your sister has needed you ever since she returned from the Void, but you just watch her from the shadows or in one of your many illusions, and your going to do the same with Jon? Going to watch him forever as a ghost?"

"If that is what it comes down to yes....until Norae'thas is dead I cannot put them at danger....I am sorry Linenia this is who I am....so please give my sister this necklace....I know my sister will be looking for me....give her this necklace, she will take the time to find Jon...and if they both try to pursue at least I have days to weeks ahead of them."

"Are you going to tell me or anyone where you are going?" Linenia asked.

Zaneryne shakes her head, "No. This is something I have to do. Alone."

Linenia nods her head, "Very well....But know this is a cowards way Zaneryne, you have wonderful people in your life....and you risk losing them because you think what your doing is right, when really all it will do is damage you in the end...."

Zaneryne stands up slowly turning back into the gnome, her eyes with sadness as she pushes open the door, "Thanks for the help tall one!" She turns, using magic to draft a portal for her to disappear into.

Linenia lets out a sigh and stands up and walks out her office, Telcontyr comes out of the bedroom, wincing in pain almost as he looks to his lover, "Do you have to leave?"

Linenia gazes upon him, "We both need too...." She lean in and kisses his nose, "No release for you today." she brushes past him and playfully slaps his sack region, to which he flinches and turns to follow her.

Linenia and Telcontyr ready for there trip to Stormwind to meet with Zainstra Dawnsky.While Zaneryne pops from her portal on the other side as the candy haired gnome, stepping in front of the gates of Ironforge, she turns quickly shifting to be someone different in each place she goes, she stood as human woman with long brown curls, spilling out her emerald green hood that snow fell and kissed on, she looks around the snowfall with icy blue eyes and grabs ahold of the pack on her back and walks down the hill heading towards the Wetlands.

Norae'thas getting off the boat at Stranglethorn Vale, Booty Bay, ask around where anyone had seen two Tauren traveling, pointed to the Salty Sailor, he tips the hat he did not wear and walks towards the tavern. Stepping inside he announces, "I have traveled a long way, and quite tired and on the verge of homicidal, now if you wish to not have this old ship splattered with a new coat of blood red paint, you will tell me what I need to know...and I will pay whoever talks first....there were two Taurens that traveled through here, came here and talked, need to know there conversation!"

The goblins fought over who would tell him first, anything for coin, a lime green one jumps up first and says, "I heard the whole lot! Was a boy and girl one! They sat there!" He points at the table they sat at.

Norae'thas leans down and picks up the goblin by his tattered tunic and walks him over to the table, sets him on top of it, "Tell me what you heard...."

The goblin hoping from foot to to foot says, "The girl Tauren wanted to buy the boy Tauren a Wyvern to the Plaguelands to get to Silvermoon and she was heading North somewhere! Honest that is what they said....sent the boy one off to send someone a message, cant remember the name though...."

Norae'thas pat the Goblin's head, and dropped a coin sack into his hand, turning away, "Thank you....all I needed to know...." He walks out the tavern and rubs his chin, "So you warned Zainstra....and heading north....where to....where to.....maybe Alliance areas....will move through Duskwood and towards Stormwind....will have you again Zaneryne...." The elf left to head north towards Duskwood.

#wyrmrest horde #Wyrmrest Alliance

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years

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Survey #260

“better think twice; your train of thought will be altered.”

Have you ever taken a shower with anyone before? I believe Nicole and I did as kids sometimes? Do you wear your seatbelt in the car? Always. Wear your goddamn seatbelt, folks. Do you prefer to spend your time indoors or outdoors? Generally indoors, but it does depend on what I can do outside as well as the weather. How many people have you kissed? Three or four. I really can't remember if *I* ever kissed Girt. Do you just feel awkward when you dance? YIKES YUP, even when I was a dancer. Has the person you have feelings for ever told you that you’re attractive? Yes. Can you get over people easily? MOTHER OF FUCK, NO. Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is okay? No. Do you like to have long hair or short hair? SHORT. Does the sound of rain at night help you sleep? Ugggghhhh, yes. Especially cuddling while falling sleep in the rain is everything. Have you ever worn a pair of scrubs? Many times. Anything in your room that you’re hiding from your parents or someone else? Well, to a degree. I have artwork in here that I'm just self-conscious of others seeing, but I wouldn't DIE if my mom found them. They're not even really "hidden," just covered. What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? Strawberry. Do you like hot-dogs? I wish I didn't. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? A fuckin hot leather, spiked choker with chains draped across it. It's just a bit tight on me now. Worst injury you’ve ever had? I skinned the shit out of my knees on the road as a kid, wound up with cuts near the bones. It was not, NOOOOOT pretty and took literally years for the scars to totally vanish. What song do you want played at your funeral? Probably "Life is Beautiful" by Sixx AM. How many keys are on your key chain? What do they go to? Just the one to the house. Have you ever taken a pregnancy test? Not in the traditional sense. Before surgery, they obviously had to be sure via a urine sample, but otherwise, no. Would you rather live in a mansion or a small cozy home? Whew, the latter, easily. If you were offered to smoke some weed right now, would you accept? Nah. Do you get your eyebrows waxed, or do you pluck them? Neither, really. I just don't care; mine aren't awful, and it's too time-consuming and "required" too frequently for me to bother. They're just eyebrows. Do you and your last ex hate each other? Not at all. Do you believe your most recent ex thinks about you? Well yeah, we're best friends. Have you ever made out for more than a half hour straight? I was literally a madly in love teenager, you can guess. How do you handle people who are overly enthusiastic all the time? "I don’t 'handle' them, they’re actually pretty cool to be around. I appreciate having that kind of energy around me because I don’t generate a whole lot of it myself and I want it to rub off." <<<< Exactly this. Do people say you look like a certain celebrity? Nah. Who do you think you look like? No one I know of. Ever loved someone who didn’t love you back? hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGALS;KDJFA;LKJEW Ever done karaoke? Did you like it? Nooooo sir. Ever seen a pregnant woman smoking/drinking? Yep. It was an occasion where I had to practice serious self-discipline to keep my mouth shut. :x What was the last piece of candy you ate? Miss Tobey brought me a Reese's yesterday morning so that. Nice breakfast lmao. Do you curse a lot? A real fucking lot. It's not intentional, it's just so ingrained in me as normal diction after being at Jason's so much when his mother is the definition of an Italian New Yorker and thus her son has a mouth too lmao. Personally, I don't believe in "profanity" in the traditional sense so it doesn't bother me in the way of "oh I'm saying too many bad words," I just know my dictionary is wider than "fuck" and "shit" oof. If you could be a Disney character for a day, who would you be? Probably like Kiara. Be a hot princess lion with a hot lion boyfriend and chill lion parents WOW am I a furry yet. Are you wearing anything of any sentimental value? Describe? Yeah, my friendship ring with Sara, a bracelet from her as well, and an ovarian cancer bracelet for my mom. Then tattoos, if you consider myself as "wearing" them. To you, what is especially distracting? The sound of TV when you're trying to sleep. What are some things that are important in your life right now? My mom's health, my mental health, job searching to at least get ideas for when transportation is easier, keeping the house clean, keeping up with Sara's health. When was the last time you did some major cleaning? A couple weeks back when I detail cleaned out both my shelves. Who challenges you the most? In what way? My psychiatrist, but not in a bad way. He pushes me to keep improving with things. What was the last opportunity that you passed up, and why? I should know this, but I don't. Have you ever contemplated cheating on anyone? Oh no, I couldn't live with the guilt. Who do you know that gives very sound advice? Sara is great at that. What do you think makes a person weak? The will to drag someone down just because you're feeling that way. What makes a person strong? The determination to not give up. Who do you go to when you need comfort? Mom more than anyone. Where is your favorite place to get fries? BOJANGLE'S. You cannot live to your fullest potential until you've received the seasoned blessing of Bojangle's fries. What is the most recent article of clothing you’ve purchased? I think underwear. Have you ever made your own pie from scratch? No. Are there any waterfalls nearby? Definitely no big ones. Hell, maybe even no natural ones. There are lots of dams, but I don't think they count. What are your earliest memories of going to see a doctor? My first time getting my blood drawn and consciously understanding what was about to happen. Freaked the FUCK out, bolted from the room, and clinged like a monkey to a column while sobbing. It literally took multiple adults to get me off of it, and I was very little. And then when I actually got poked, apparently I just said, "... That's it?" Oh, little me, you'd take needles for hours later on in life in the name of art lol. What is your favorite condiment? Maybe ketchup. Do you know anyone who has been to rehab? Well, all the mental hospitals I've been to included addicts seeking recovery, and I befriended a few. For people more in my personal life, I think so. Would you consider yourself to be a picky eater? I am ridiculously picky. Have you ever slept in a car overnight? I'm quite sure no, not a full night. Has someone close to you died of murder? No, thankfully. Does your school offer driver’s ed? My high school did, which is where I took it. Have you ever done volunteering work abroad? No. Do you have a shower stall or a bath tub? A tub. Why do you do these surveys? I'm bored most of the time with absolutely nothing better to do. Sometimes it helps me contemplate some things about myself. Do you like shopping? Eh, depends on what I'm shopping for. What’s a show you wish that was still on air? MM IS COMIN BACK, FUCKERS. Do you like hip hop? Nooo. Do you like pretzels? I do, especially soft ones. You want your next pet to be what? It's probably going to be a tarantula. I'm not being sarcastic lmao. It just depends on if I can convince my mom. Do you like coconut scents? Sure. Would you spend 20 dollars on a candle? Hell no. What is a dessert that you DON’T like? Pie. And one that you love? mmmmmmmmMMMMMMMM ice cream. Would you rather be a vampire or a mermaid? Vampire, ig. Being a mermaid genuinely sounds boring. Where the fuck's the WiFi. Are you happy with your physical features? Bitch no. When you doodle, what are you usually doodling? Meerkats. Do you eat salads? Not enough, but I like them w/ regular lettuce and I'm open to different dressings. Favorite thing to do on your phone? Play Pokemon if I'm actually in a spot to get fckn balls. What magazines do you like? I don't read any. What is your favorite thing about Christmas? The feeling of really being a family. Do you prefer white or black electronics? Black. Firm pillow or soft pillow? S O F T Who was the last person you rode in a car with? Mom. Do you know anyone, personally, who is in an abusive relationship? Are you? Thank fuck no. Are there any people you don’t like for your significant other/crush to talk to? I’m single and don't have like... an "active" crush ig? What was the last alcoholic beverage you drank? I had a bombin' sangria for my birthday @ Olive Garden. Has one of your boyfriend’s best friends ever tried to get with you? Again, single, but for previous ones, no anyway. Are you 100% over the last person you kissed? No. Have any of your friends ever overdosed? I think so, but none died, thankfully. The last thing you downloaded onto your computer? Ummmm probably something for school. How many friends on Facebook do you have? 118. What age is the oldest you would date at the moment? It'd take me seriously liking someone to go slightly beyond 30. Do you want to be single? I don't know. I don't really know if I'm "fit" to be in a relationship right now, like I know I gotta figure shit out, but I think it's natural to want that companionship some days. Are you good at hiding your feelings? Well, I guess it depends on the emotion, but honestly, I don't think so, in most cases. Who did you last share a bed with? Sara. Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? Not in an ambulance, no. What are you listening to right now? An '80s-ish/synthwave cover of "Disturbia" by Rihanna. I've been on a total binge of this kinda stuff lately. Ever been on a golf cart? Ye. Do you have trust issues? Yep. Do you own something from Hot Topic? I think most of my shirts are from there. Have you ever slapped someone in the face? No. Do you have a little sister? Damn, not so little anymore. Turned 22 a few days ago. Have you ever been to New York? The state, yes. City, no. Do you actually read privacy policies when signing up for new things? Nope. Did you have a lot of birthday parties when you were younger? If so, did you invite everyone in the class? I mean, define "a lot?" I did once every year... and no. I was selective. Have you ever participated in one of those “guess how many jelly beans, mints, etc. are in this jar!” contest? If so, have you ever won? PTSD is fuckin weird. I have, and I get anxious and uncomfortable just seeing them. The very last time I hung out w/ Jason was at his brother's wife's baby shower, and something like that was there. Shitty fuckin day. Can you juggle? No. Do you live on an avenue, road, drive or something else? Road. What are your school colors? N/A Have you ever taken a picture with Santa when you were little? Yeah, I think my sisters and I did that every year? What is the population of the city you live in? Google says around 5.5k. Do you like Nerds candy? Yeah man. What’s your favourite flavour of soda, pop or whatever else you call it? Blue raspberry. What level of brightness do you usually keep your phone at? It's on about 70% during the day, and I lower it to about 20% when I'm about to go to bed. Have you ever attended a religious or private school? My previous school was a private & religious college. Do you have any pets and are they cuddly? My cat is STUPID cuddly. Absolute attention hog. My snake seems to enjoy attention, though I wouldn't define snakes as "cuddly;" their brains don't know what affection really is, which I think is mandatory in that definition. She does love to lie against me on the bed, though, when I take her out to let her wander. What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? All three of my jobs have sucked, but considering I lasted in a deli not even two hours, probs that. How many cars does your household own? One. Are there any cracks or scuffs on your phone? No. This shit is literally a Tracphone yet is incredible man, I've dropped it a good few times and it's a great phone. What’s your favourite meat? Out of most forms, probably pork, which I really wish wasn't true. I adore pigs. Or maybe chicken. Which I still feel bad about. Do you need glasses to read or drive or need them all the time? I always need them. Is the internet fast where you live? It's fine. What is your favourite meal of the day and why? Breakfast has the best options and makes me look forward to the morning lmao. Do you like long surveys or short surveys better? Ha ha, obviously long, seeing as I compile shorts ones into these larger ones. I do it because I feel individually posting with EVERY one I pick out would get annoying. Have you ever been to a cocktail bar? No. What’s the best amusement park you’ve ever visited? Disney World. Do you keep the cabinets in your kitchen and bathroom organized? More so in the kitchen. Have you ever had a romantic fling? No. Are you a very forgetful person? To a frightening point. Are your parents married or divorced? They're divorced. Do you believe in Heaven? Not the Christian one, but I do lean towards there being some peaceful existence after death. Do you eat the stems of broccoli? That's obviously the best part. Do you read blogs? No. Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex? I pretty much have before? Worn guy's pants and unisex or men's shirts before, I'm sure. Ever been involved with the police? No. What's your favorite shampoo/conditioner and soap? Idk, I'm just very used to Suave. Their body wash smells amazing. Do you feel that you've had a truly successful life? HELL NO. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? Twirl it. Favorite restaurant? Olive Garden is GOOD SHIT. Have you watched Tiger King yet? Christ, no, and I sure am tired of seeing it everywhere online. Do you try to do something significant and meaningful every day? It's quite clear I don't, even though I really, really want to. What is your favorite pizza topping? Pepperoni. What was the name of the first pet that you loved? Chance. What color hair did your first crush have? Brown. Does anyone know who your first crush was? yeah. Who was your first celebrity crush? Whew, Jesse McCartney, lads. Have you ever had to use an epi pen? No, thankfully. What color was your first phone? Navy, I think. Do you know anyone with Down’s syndrome? Not anyone personally. How much do you weigh (only answer if comfortable)? I'm not comfortable. Have you ever been overweight? I have been since 2016. What color is your Christmas tree? Green. What color Christmas tree do you want to have in your house someday? UGGGGHHHHHHH give me a black one with fake snow on it. Omg. What color house did you grow up in? Uhhhh... I think it was white? I should know this. Have you ever been baptized? If so, how and where? Yes, when I was a baby at the Catholic church I grew up going to. What type of wedding do you want? Give it a gothic vibe ok. Are you taller or shorter or the same height as your mom? We're the same height. What is your heritage? German, Irish, and Polish. Are you excited for the upcoming summer season? Ugh, no. Not at all. At. All. Do you like crackers with your soup? No. Which ex of yours means the most to you? Depending on which way you mean, Jason or Sara. What is something that never fails to make you feel accomplished? Do a decent amount of cleaning. How do you feel about nudity, in person? Uh???? What exactly do you mean by "in person"???? I guess it depends on who, the situation, and location??? Have you taken prescription medications that didn't belong to you? Pain medicine, yes. Do wooded areas freak you out in the evening or night? I mean, to a reasonable degree, I guess. Obviously being in the wild in the dark is dangerous. Have you ever ridden on the back of a motorcycle? No. Do you iron any of your clothes? No. Can you sleep in an unmade bed? Yeah. Did the house you grew up in have a big yard? It was p good. What has been the most difficult class you’ve ever taken? Probably Latin. What was the last website you were on, before this one? I was on Facebook. Is your hometown famous for anything? No. What are some things a house would need to have for you to purchase it? I'm personally very serious about a dishwasher and laundry room. Other than that I'm... kinda blanking? Like I'm not that picky as for what the house HASSSSSS to have, besides those. Well, two bathrooms would be great. What was the last thing you heated up in your microwave? A pancake+sausage on a stick thing for breakfast. When was the last time your internet stopped working? It was having a temper yesterday. Did you ever watch Phil of the Future? Not very much, and never really by choice. Nicole would watch it sometimes though. Were you born somewhere other than a hospital? No. What was the last flavor of ice cream you had? Vanilla. Do you have an online game that you play often? None at the very moment because my personal gaming laptop has been kaput for well over a month now. Maybe close to even two. Is there a trash can near you? No. Have you ever shared sleeping accommodations with someone of the opposite sex without anything steamy happening? No. Is there a fan going in the room you’re in? Yeah, beside me.

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amessywritersmind · 5 years

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All For You ( Paul McCartney)

Request: Can you do a Paul imagine where you’re seeing an 80s movie with Paul?

Warnings: None

For my dearest @darling-i-read-it , I hope you like it lovely!

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Life had been stressful, to say the least. With Paul gone on tour and my writers block preventing me from writing another word on my latest novel, I was beyond frustrated. All I wanted was to curl up in bed, preferably with my dearest, and sleep for days.

Paul was supposed to be home in a week and the house was a mess, it just all seemed to keep piling up. Sunday rolled around and I designated the day to cleaning up, ultimately ending in a mental breakdown on my part. The tears came around midday, half way through dealing with the mountain of dishes in the sink from previous meals, and once they came, there was no way for me to stop them.

I gave up on it, deeming it a job for another day, before making my way to the couch, wrapping myself in my favorite snuggly blanket, and passing out right there, the tears drying as I slept.

I woke up what seemed like moments later to the sound of the front door handle turning. I locked it, didn’t I? Panic cursed it’s way through my body as I carefully got up, grabbing the table lamp on the side table, and making my way towards the entrance hall.

‘Woah love! What’re ya planning to do to me?’ came a soft chuckle from the doorway as I rounded the corner, the lamp held tightly in batting position.

‘Paul! You gave me a bloody heart attack, you did!” I sighed in relief, setting the lamp down and heading straight to his open arms. He hugged me tightly too him and all I could think was thank god he was home.

‘What’re you doing here?’ I questioned him as I pulled back slightly.

‘What. not happy to see me darling’ he joked with that show stopping smile of his. I slapped his arm gently.

“Oh hush, you know I count down the days until you come home again. It’s just that I thought that you weren’t do back from another week at the least’ I clarified.

‘Well, I was able to come home early. I wanted to surprise ya, and it looks like I did a good job at that’ He laughed once more, motioning to the lamp I’d abandoned in the hallway.

‘Come on, you must be starving, I’ll cook you something.” I said, dragging him towards the kitchen, which had better lighting, much to my disadvantage.

“Oh love, you don’t have t-” He said, stopping in the middle of his sentence once he saw my face.

“What’s wrong love? You look like you’ve been crying” Paul said, dragging me towards him slightly. I sighed, shrugging my shoulders and directing my gaze towards the ground.

“It’s nothin..” I said quietly, but he wasn’t having it.

“C’mon, I know you darling, you forget” He said. At that, I felt earliers tears and frustrations building up again, and I didn’t even try stopping them, explaining everything that’s been on my mind as of late.

‘Let’s forget the dinner, eh? I can order us some nice chinese and we can do something to take your mind off it, what do ya say?” He said with his dorkish grin. I nodded along sniffling as he drug me towards the bathroom. Before I really had time to process, he had the bath running warm, and he had placed my favorite pair of comfies in my hand.

“You just take a bath and relax now dear, and leave the rest to me” he said confidently, placing a kiss on my cheek before leaving the bathroom, headed to who knows where. I climbed in and felt, almost instantly, all the stress leave my body. I didn’t know how long I was in there, but I eventually got out, changing into my pajamas and heading back out to the living room to see what Paul had planned. What I saw though, blew my mind.

The lights were off, the only light source coming from the tons of candles lit around the room. I didn’t even know we owned that many candles, but I was amazed none the less. The smell of incense hit my nose as I walked further into the room, seeing the chinese food laid out elaborately on the coffee table. Pillows and blankets littered the couch and the floor around it, setting up the final touch to the cozy atmosphere that was now our living area.

“What’s all this?” I questioned lightly as Paul made his way back into the living room, two glasses of wine in his hand.

“It’s relaxing of course! Now c’mere, I have a busy night scheduled for us two” he called, sitting on the sofa and checking the imaginary watch on his wrist. I laughed and made my way to sit beside him, snuggling into his side and looking up at him curiously.

‘So what do you have planned’

‘Well, my dearest, tonight we have a long night of classics to watch, starting with Dirty Dancing, followed by the Outsiders, then we have Footloose, Road House, Young Guns, The Breakfast Club, La Bamba, and anything else you want to add to the list!’ he stated excitedly. I giggled at his enthusiasm, taking a bite out of the chow mein, already feeling better.

‘Thank you Paul. It really means a lot to me, i feel so much better already’ I said smiling up at him. He looked down at me, smiling as well.

‘Anything for you my love’ he replied, leaning down and kissing me softly.

‘Now, let’s get this party started, we have a long night ahead of us!” he exclaimed, pressing play on the DVR remote. The opening notes of ‘Be My Baby’ began and I couldn’t help but dance around in my seat, singing all the words. This movie just made me wanna move. Paul laughed at my antics the whole time. I started directing my singing towards him, motioning for him to come closer, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He laughed, redirecting his attention to the movie as the song came to an end, as did I.

By the time one of my favorite scenes rolled around (where baby sees all the entertainment staff dancing all dirty) I was all antsy in my seat. When the opening notes to Do You Love Me began, it only got worse. Before I could process what was happening, Paul had stood up, pulling me with him, and began dancing with me. All around we were then, swinging just like they were to the beat of the music, a smile on both our faces the whole time. Boy did I love him.

Do you love me?

He mouthed to me as we danced. I couldn’t help the goofy smile that rose to my face as I mimicked his actions. Just in the middle of our moment, I felt my ankle get caught on a blanket, ending with us a laughing mess on the floor.

“I love you, love” He said sweetly, staring into my eyes intently.

“And I love you.”

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iamkatehardy · 6 years

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Shots (Handsome Bob x Reader) - Pt 2

Tags: @tiredoffeelinglost , @eap1935 , @ellar21 , @but--dear-this-is-not-wonderland , @titty-teetee , @sparklyreaderx , @iv-nyc

Warnings: Use of alcohol; Use of drugs; Smut, kinky smut

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this, but I promised a smutty Pt 2, so here it is 😁😏 Hope you enjoy it, babes!

Shots - Pt2

You had both drank too much, disinhibiting yourselves and getting to know each other’s bodies better as you danced. The beat, the music, the lights, the laughs…Suddenly everything about the surrounding environment made you feel more alive than you ever did before. The higher you got, the more energy coursed through your entire body, and whenever Bob touched you, you felt even more revitalized.

Shot after shot, the time seemed to be passing faster than normal, and he was flirty and sweaty, but seemed to need a break.

“You don’t get tired, do you?” – The music was loud, so he leaned down to whisper in your ear, his lips brushing softly in your ear in the process, making you tingle all over.

“We just got started!” – Pouting, you slid your hands under his jacket, first up his shoulder and then down off his arms, removing it. – “But you look like you need a break… And a drink!” – You wiped the sweat of his face with your uniform’s sleeve, before returning to the group.

“Bob, head honcho of handsomeness! – One Two slapped Bob’s shoulder, before wrapping one arm around it.

“I’ll take the compliment! You know you make me go weak at the knees when you turn on the charm full blast like that…” – Bob teased him. – “But let’s cut to the chase, you’re not trying to get some of this handsomeness, so what do you want from me?”

“You’re a straight shooter, gotta love that! You see that bombshell blonde, 8 o’clock?”

“I don’t even know where my 8 o’clock is right now!” – Confuse, because of the booze, Bob spun around, trying to figure out where the hell 8 o’clock was.

“Wrong side, mate…” – Laughing loudly, you spun him to the other side.

“Oh, yes, I see now.” – He nodded in acknowledgement.- “ Let me guess! You tried, you fail, and now you want me to try.”

“Listen, you just need to get me her phone number!”

“No, you need to get her phone number! I’m not letting you use me again, unless you want to literally use me, that is.” – Bob roared in One Two’s face.

“It’s right, gentlemen, I’ve got it.” – You stated calmly

“What?! No, You’re drunk, and I’m pretty sure was checking men out, just a moment ago.”

“Wanna bet?!” – An expression of defiance crossed your face. – “My hunch is: you’re afraid I’ll do it, when you couldn’t… Guess what? I fuckin’ will! Now watch and learn, my darlings.” – You smirked, before waking to the blonde standing near the bar.

Feeling confident, you approached her; leaning on the bar near her, you mumbled something in her ear, before her eyes roamed you from head to toe, with a flirtatious smile. She started playing with her hair, maintaining a sexy eye contact, as your hand slid down her back, until it was resting on her waist, bringing her closer before you whispered in her ear again. You bit your lip and she smiled, writing something on a napkin, along with a lipstick mark. With a victorious smile, you returned to your friends.

“I told you…” – Waving the napkin in front of One Two’s nose, an insufferable smirk played on your lips.

“Uniforms never fail! I’ll drink to that.” – Bob raised his glass before he gulped down the shot.

“You and the damn uniforms Bob… Anyway, I thought she was straight, man.” – One Two yanked the napkin out of your hands.

“She is… But then again, so is spaghetti, until it gets hot and wet.” – You devilishly smirked once again.

“Are you into girls?!” – Bob shot you a surprised look.

“The world is full of unlimited possibilities… That’s all I’m saying.” – Lifting your eyebrows, you took another shot.

“Excellent point!” – Bob smirked, as he narrowed his eyes.

“God, you’re just alike… Two little insatiable minxes! But as a sign of my appreciation for your god results, I have a gift for you. Courtesy of our friend Cookie!” – One Two opened his palm, and you saw a handful of pills.

“Molly?” – You thoroughly studied them and he nodded. – “Fuck it. Tonight I am not turning down the gift.”- You took a pill, followed by another drink. – “Now, you won’t let me get high by myself, will you Handsome?” – Folding your arms, you sexily pouted at him.

“Absolutely not! What do you take me for?” – He mockingly sneered as he looked you up and down, before he popped a pill himself.

Another shot. You immediately felt the warmth blossom through you, leaving a pleasant heat in your stomach and cheeks; your heart fluttering, combined an intense need to touch and be touched. In no time, both of you felt more uninhibited, spontaneous, lively, and with a great willingness of dancing the night away together.

He took your hand, leading you to the dance floor again and dragging your body tighter to his; hand slid down from your waist, to firmly grasp your buttocks.

“Bob!” – You squealed in surprise, before punching his chest playfully, and a goofy grin spreads on his face. His body grinded against yours rhythmically, and your body moved in harmony with his, heating up with his every touch; for a moment you could’ve sworn his eyes were focused on your mouth, just as yours were on his.

Time seemed to pass quickly, one hour felt like a minute when you were hanging out with him; lighthearted, reckless, devil-may-care attitude, living urgently as if your next breath could be your last. When you finally came to your senses, looking for the rest of your friends, they were all gone.

“Where the hell did they go?” – Looking around the dimly lit room, you didn’t see any other familiar face.

“Home, probably.” – He checked the time on his watch, showing you as well.

“Well, that's my cue to skedaddle! It’s almost closing time anyways…”

“And how exactly are you planning to do that?”

“Driving? I still have energy to burn, but not enough to get across town… As much as I’d like to, it’s not unlimited.” – A little laugh escaped your lips, followed by a shrug.

“What?! No. Are you crazy?! We went off the deep end tonight, I’m not letting you drive, don’t even think about it.” – He tightened his hold on you, trying to stop you, while his free hand searched in your every pocket, looking for your car keys. He finally pulled the out of your reach.

“What are you doing?! Give me that back, now.” – Huffing in annoyance, you desperately tried to reach for the keys, that he kept triumphantly dangling in front of your face, but you couldn’t catch them. His grin was wider than ever, and he seemed somehow amused by the whole situation.

“You can crash at my house (Y/N), it’s just down the street from here. It’s not the Ritz, or Claridge’s…” – He stated with a solemn face that ultimately broke into another smile. – “Buuuuut it has Handsome Bob here, and that fact itself makes it a five star accommodation, right?” – He threw his arm around you, biting your cheek playfully.

“Yeah, right, Mr. Pain in the ass!” – You glared at him.

“Come, let’s go, soldier. Our mission here has been accomplished.”

“Idiot.” – Muttering under your breath, you slapped his arm playfully before you burst out laughing.

The walk home was not as quick as he had told you, but the high and his company made it slightly more bearable than you thought it would be.

When you got home, you threw yourself on his sofa, looking at your surroundings; the house wasn’t big, but it was pretty cozy, and surprisingly tidy, for what you’d expect from a hot mess like Bob. Your contemplation came to an end when Bob laid on the sofa, with his head on your lap.

“Should I show you our suite , milady?”

Our suite didn’t sound bad, considering that a) he was gay, and b) you wouldn’t mind sleeping with him at all, regardless of his sexual orientation.

“Sure.” – Tilting your head, you brushed your fingers across his temple, with a smile of approval.

You ended up staying like that a little while longer, and then they headed off to the bedroom.

“Is it to your liking?” – He questioned as he slowly took his shirt off.

The sight was indeed to your liking, but you quickly snapped out of it, realizing he was probably talking about the bedroom.

“Right now, any bed would be to my liking…” – You took your pants off, putting them on a chair in the corner. – “But thank you for your hospitality, your bed seems really comfy.” – Giggling, you nodded, with your hands on your hips, taking another look at the bed.

As he was taking off what was left of his clothes, he stared at you from the corner of his eye, watching you unbutton what was left of yours.

“You know…” - Before he could finish the sentence, you turned to face him and he approached you, inhaling deeply.

“Yes?”

“I still have some energy left… Maybe we could play a little bit before going to sleep.”

“What do you have in mind? There aren’t many games for two, but we’ll find something. But you ought to know, I can get very competitive while pla…”

“Play…” – He whispered in your ear, after tucking your hair behind it. His hand encircled your waist, pulling you closer.

“That pill messed with your head, you’re just high, Bob.” – Biting your lips, you hands ran over his chiseled chest.

“High doesn’t mean delusional. The world is full of unlimited possibilities, isn’t it?” – Smirking, his lips trailed down your neck, as his hand slid inside the edge of your panties. He heard your breath quickening, warm on his neck. – “So, do you want to play or not?” – He faced you, forehead resting on yours and his lips so close you could feel their warmth on yours. – “Hmm?” – You squirmed as his thumb stroked your clit in a slow circular motion.

Your mouth fell agape, a low moan escaping your lips, as you nodded in response to his question. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with his touch, aching for more; he could feel it too, and he complied, sliding two of his wet fingers up and down your slit.

“Oh..” – You gasped, closing your eyes, and he reached for your lips, kissing you almost animally.

He picked you up, laying you on the bed, with a devilish smirk, before he savagely kissed you again. One of his hands grabbed a fistful of your hair, while the other got a rid of your panties, before he spread your legs and his fingers insatiably penetrated you once again. Your breath was quick and heavy against his lips, and waves of pleasure shot through you as he rubbed you and pumped his fingers inside you. You could feel yourself contract, sucking him deeper, a loud moan escaping your lips as you clutched the bedsheets with both hands, growing wetter until finally came. Exhaling slowly and loudly, you opened your eyes, letting go of the sheets; he was licking the tip of his fingers, tasting you before he came to kiss you once more.

“Fuck me…” – You laid your head to a side, panting.

“No, fuck me…” – Lying atop of you, he pressed his hardness against you. – “I want you to fuck me… With that uniform of yours… I want to feel you inside me.” – His breath was hot on the nape of your neck, and he started a trail of hungry passionate kisses that ultimately stopped on your lips.

You shot him a surprised look and a giddy laugh escapes his full lips. He got up, going through the drawers in his bedside table; in the bottom drawer, he found what he was looking for: a strap-on dildo, and a half-empty bottle of lube. You open your mouth to say something, multiple times, but you ended up saying nothing at all.

“I’ll help you putting it on! Now, the uniform…” – He threw you the jacket of your uniform, before coming back to bed.

“Wait, are you serious? I’ve never…”

“It will be fun…” – He bit your earlobe. – “I think you might even like it…”

He placed himself on all-fours on the bed; you rubbed the strap-on dildo, starting by its thick shaft, smearing lube all over it. Bob could feel the tip of the dildo against his ass; your hand gently guided the tip inside him with. He groaned loudly, and you could feel his body quivering under yours, as you slowly slid deeper inside him. Asking for more, he grabbed the sheet, biting the pillow softly to control his moans. With a wicked smile, you grabbed his buttocks, squeezing them tight and thrusting deeper into him. A feeling very close to ecstasy bloomed within him when you reached and stroked his prostate, his boner throbbing in sync with his quickened heartbeat.

“Turn around…” – You smacked a flattened palm on his butt.

“What?” – He turned his head to face you; he was sweating and breathing heavily.

“You heard me, babe.” – You stopped the thrusts, and your hands slid slowly up his back.

He nodded and laid back on the bed, you gave him a provocative smirk; grabbing the collars of your uniform, he pulled you for a deep passionate kiss. Your hands slid down to his slippery hard cock, and you started rubbing in a slowly, steady rhythm. Another moan escaped his lips, and you bit his lower lip playfully as you slid the dildo inside him again.

You kept hitting the right spot, and your hand went down to cup his balls, stroking them gently before you wrapped your hand around his shaft again. His loud moans filled the room, his voice growing raspy, and his muscles clenched as he tried to hold orgasm.

“I’m gonna come.” – He growled lowly, at the edge of climax.

You stopped thrusting and focused on stroking his cock harder, slightly faster; a few moments later, placing your thumb against his tip, you rub it slowly. You wanted to taste him as you made him cum, savor him; you tongue ran in tormenting slow motions his testicles, before it moved along his whole length. He could feel the provocative effect of your eyes glued on his. With a loud moan he placed the tip of his impatient cock on your lips, and you allowed him to thrust inside your mouth; within seconds you could taste his thick load across your tongue and swallowed it. He didn’t thought you would, but it was an incredibly pleasant sight, more than he expected.

“Nice shot...”

Before you knew it, he started taking what was left of your uniform off, and removing the strap-on, throwing everything on the floor. Grasping one of your breasts, his lips explored every bit of your skin.

“I thought female bodies didn’t interest you…” – You teased him, closing your eyes as his full lips slid across your neck.

“Shut up.” – Planting a desperate kiss across your lips, he placed your legs around his waist, the tip of his cock rubbing teasingly on your clit.

“Bob…” – You moaned lowly in his ear, heightening his desire to insane levels. His hardness, his smell, his touch, his kiss… Every little thing about him was driving you insane. – “I want you.”

He traced your wet folds with the tip of his cock; you could feel your insides lubricating more with each touch. You were hot, more than ready, and dripping wet, making it easier for him to slide his rock hard cock inside you. Your cheeks flushed pink, and you bit your lower lip, your whole body clenching in arousal. The rhythm of his thrusts increased, and his thumb rubbed your clit simultaneously, as fiery pleasure washed over your whole body. You dug your nails into his back, crying out in pleasure as he throbbed vigorously inside you; he was delighted to please you in such ways.

The blood rushed through your veins, your body arched against him and your toes curled, as pleasure engulfed your entire body. Bob’s husky moans filled your ears, at the same time he slammed his body against yours.

“Yes! Yes, baby! Don’t stop!” – You breathed in short gasps, and couldn’t help but letting out high-pitch moans.

Thrusting inside you as he pleased, his throbbing cock deliciously filled you, stroking the deepest places inside you, a slick wet abyss of pleasure he didn’t know he would love so much. Your walls squeezed around him tightly and you whimpered, as pure bliss took over your whole body.

He could see in your face that you were close, so he took his sweet time to make you come. You both climaxed and he collapsed on top of you, gasping for air, before he planted a slow gentle kiss on your lips. He kept inside you for some more minutes, feeling your heat, while taking the messy hair off your face; after exhaling loudly, you giggled.

“Wow.” – Lifting your eyebrows, you placed your hands his neck, bringing him closer and kissing him fervently.

Lying by your side, he growled happily, bringing you closer; nestling your head against his chest, you closed your eyes. His hand shyly reached for yours; when he felt you squeezed his in response, he smiled and kissed the top of your head, letting his lips rest there for the rest of the night

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fallintothegrey · 6 years

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Dusk Till Dawn - Chapter 24

Also on AO3.

Poe reluctantly peeled off his new flight suit as he walked out of the hangar. Glancing down at his chronometer, he cursed when he saw that he was running late. He rushed into his quarters, kicking his boots off and hopping from foot to foot as he removed the suit. Throwing it onto the bed, he ran back out into the hall, his stocking feet slapping on the cold floor.

Leia had asked him to take on training the new recruits. After their main ground troop commander was killed on Crait, the remaining senior officers had been tasked with teaching the rookies who continually wandered their way to the base. As the other officers ducked out of their shifts, Poe found himself answering Leia’s call to work with the rookies more and more. Sometimes he wanted to curse his loyalty to the woman.

Some of the recruits were almost laughably inept when it came to self-defense and they’d be useless on the offensive with the First Order. Leia wanted them to start with hand-to-hand combat before they moved to blasters, for the safety of everyone involved. Poe certainly wouldn’t say that he was good at hand-to-hand, but he had been trained in several defense styles while at the academy so he had a passing knowledge. Plus, Jess–the one person who was good at hand-to-hand combat–had left her one and only training session saying she’d rather be cuddled by a sarlacc than work with them again.

It wasn’t all terrible, though. It gave him time to work out all of the excess energy he seemed to have around Rey lately. There was the frustration he continually felt every time he saw her with Iolo–frustration that he was starting to accept was actually jealousy. Looking out the window of the command center to see the Keshian cupping her cheek had felt like a kick to the gut. And he still every so often had the urge to punch his friend’s face in, turn the skin around those large golden eyes a deep purple, after seeing them so cozy in the snow. So instead of pummeling his friend, he demonstrated different punches for the recruits. Not as satisfying, but it did get some of the tension out.

Then there was the tension that crackled between Rey and him like Force lightning since he clutched her to his chest on Takodana. Something had changed between them, something he couldn’t define, something that scared him. That was part of the reason he’d avoided her when they returned to Akuria. After nearly losing her, the need he felt–to be with her, to hold her, to love her–overwhelmed him. He didn’t trust himself to not do something stupid and scare her away, and he was truthfully pretty terrified himself, so he stayed away. Let the emotions settle, let his feelings temper.

When the emotions settled but the need didn’t, he’d gone to her, he’d told her what he needed to tell her, and he’d left what came next up to her. It was the most he could do.

It felt like coming home when she settled back against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her again when they were sledding. It made him want to take the leap, tell her how he felt, and pray that she wouldn’t run away.

When she straddled him, Force help him, it took every bit of his self control to not take Sura’s suggestion, drag her to his quarters, and take her to bed. He desperately wanted to see what else could make her pupils blow out and her breath catch like that.

Such desires didn’t make being so close to her easy. While he was happy they returned to their previous sleeping arrangement, her continued presence in his room was becoming harder and harder to bear. Her smell, her skin, her voice, her laugh—they filled his space, filled his head. When he woke gasping for air from dreams that had him aching for her, she would press closer to him in her sleep and that ache would grow. But he knew that if he wanted her to stay, there was nothing he could do about it.

So there he was, running to the training room, hoping to beat last night’s dream from his mind.

The recruits were already there when he arrived, chatting with each other as they stretched. They all jumped to their feet and stood at attention as he entered the room, facial expressions ranging from apathy to apprehension to flat out fear. He sighed, waving them all back down. If they were afraid of him, what the hell would they be like when they actually faced the First Order?

“Alright,” he said as he came to stand at the front of the room, “find a partner and get warmed up.”

Poe stretched at the front of the room as the recruits gathered strike pads and wrapped their hands. The room soon filled with the twacks of fists hitting pads and Poe walked from pair to pair, correcting stances and giving instruction as he went.

He was in the middle of telling Coriza, a young girl orphaned in the destruction of Hosnian system who arrived in Akuria with a fire in her eyes but no clue how to fight, that she would break her thumb if she continued to tuck it in her fist each time she threw a punch, when he heard the door slide open. He snapped his head up, ready to chew out the delinquent private, but the sight of Rey stopped the words in his throat. Her presence stopped the entirety of the class, too, most of the rookies not even bothering to hide their looks of wonder. She gave a stunted wave and scurried to the back of the room.

Watching her, Poe realized she was wearing a pair of his shorts and one of his undershirts. The wider arm holes revealed a glimpse of the breast band she wore. The thought of her rifling through his footlocker in her underwear, hair still damp from the shower, came unbidden to his mind and Poe felt his cheeks begin to burn. The thought of pulling his clothes off of her followed and his cheeks truly blazed.

Damn that woman.

He studied a few more of Coriza’s punches, praising her improvement, before stealing to the back of the room where Rey was sitting on the ground stretching. “What are you doing here?”

She looked up at him. “Training.”

“You already know how to fight. I’d hardly say you need to join this group.”

She got to her feet and languidly reached her arms down to the floor, arching her back as she did. Poe trained his eyes on the wall ahead of him, willing himself to not give her movements too much notice. “I know how to fight with a staff because I could teach myself how to do that.” She then pulled her arms up above her head, and Poe caught glimpse of the sliver of skin below the hem of her shirt that always made his mouth go dry. “I’ve never trained in hand-to-hand combat before.”

Poe swallowed heavily. “Couldn’t you just use the Force if you lost your weapon?” he asked.

Dropping her arms abruptly to the side, she gave him a pointed look. “I don’t want to rely on the Force, not while I’m still figuring out what it wants from me.”

Poe held up his hands. “Point taken.” He glanced around the room. “Unfortunately, everyone’s already paired up. Looks like I’ll have to be your partner.”

“Why do you think I was late?” she asked with a wink. His stomach flipped in response.

She really would be the death of him, he thought as he grabbed a sparring pad.

He held the pad up as she wrapped her hands and settled into a fighting stance. He braced his back leg and prepared for the incoming hits.

The punches were light, lighter than he’d expected, but he supposed she was just warming up. He let his attention wander from her, glancing around at the recruits.

“Coriza,” he called, “stop tucking your–”

A swift roundhouse kick to the pad cut him off mid-sentence, sending him staggering back. Unable to regain his balance in time, he fell to the mats with a graceless thud. Shocked, he looked up at Rey, who just looked down at him with a smirk on her face as she settled back into her starting position.

Poe jumped back to his feet and went to the front of the room. “Alright, that’s enough warm up,” he said quickly, trying to ignore the snickers from some of the younger rookies. “We’ve gone over the moves, but you still don’t know how to actually fight. That changes today.”

He looked around the room, glancing from person to person, noting the physical differences that would make or break them in a fight. There were the bigger men, whose raw strength would deliver them quickly if their slowness didn’t get them killed first. And the small scrappy women, whose speed would save them if they realized that their strength lie in their bony elbows and not in their fists. And there were the ones in between, who would have to take the strategies of both and find the ones that best suited them.

“How you engage in a fight depends entirely on your size and the size of the person you’re fighting.”

His eyes landed on Rey. At first glance, she was one of the scrappy women who would outrun an opponent before she defeated them. But Poe knew the strength belied by her appearance. “Rey, would you come up here please?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but did as he asked. When she came next to him, he murmured out of the side of his mouth, “Just play along, sunshine.”

He turned back to his pupils. “In a fight between us, what should my strategy be?”

Jevlan spoke up from the back of the room. “Pray she doesn’t use the Force on you.”

Poe raised a disapproving eyebrow at him, while Rey dropped her gaze to the floor.

“Use your strength to keep her from moving,” Coriza said.

“Good. And what should Rey’s strategy be?”

A large former moisture farmer named Abeldar answered, “Move fast, get you off balance, and target sensitive areas.”

Poe nodded. “Correct. You always want to exploit your opponent’s weaknesses.”

He quickly demonstrated a fighting stance to them, emphasizing bringing the hands up to protect the face. Then he set them loose with their partners, telling them to spread out and practice, taking turns as the aggressor and the defender. The room quickly filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the thwack of fists against skin, with the occasional grunt of pain.

After glancing over the room to make sure no one was making any grievous or dangerous errors, Poe turned his attention back to Rey. “You ready, Sunshine?”

She dropped into her starting stance in response and Poe mirrored her position. Before he could think too much, he lunged at her, reaching towards her side. She sidled away from him, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Good,” he muttered under his breath, before moving towards her again. Rey moved to kick out at him, push him away, but he grabbed her foot easily. Glaring at him, she hopped up and down on her one foot, desperate to maintain her balance.

“Don’t make yourself vulnerable by trying to do something flashy,” he reprimanded.

She grunted in response before spinning away from him and wresting her leg from his grasp. When she turned back to him, the fire in her eyes made his stomach clench.

She started to dance around him, moving so quickly that he struggled to counter her slicing jabs to his joints. He groaned at one particularly painful hit to the right shoulder, instantly regretting partnering with the incredibly fit woman.

Enough footwork, he thought as he centered himself again. Focusing his mind as he blew out a breath, he simply knew her left hand would strike towards his ribs next. His hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist.

She gasped. “You cheat,” she spat as he jerked her towards him.

“You think Ren wouldn’t do the same?” he asked as he wrapped his arm around her.

“He would,” she replied, “but he wouldn’t get distracted when he realized where his arm was.”

The blood started to roar in his ears when he looked down and saw that his arm was pressed across her breasts.

Just as she predicted, his mind went blank and he stood there as dumbfounded as a hormonal teenager.

She used his distraction to spin out of his grip, hooking her foot behind his knee as she did. With one swift pull, Poe found himself falling to the ground for the second time that day.

The air rushed out of him at the impact. The room went quiet, the trainees stilling as they observed the Jedi who felled the commander—again.

He tried to push himself up, but an invisible weight held him to the floor.

“You said you weren’t going to use the Force.”

“No,” she corrected, “I said I didn’t want to rely on it. I didn’t rely on it to put you down, but I will use it to keep you down.”

“No fair, sunshine.”

Rey grinned down at him. “You already know I play dirty.”

“I do too,” he replied with a wink.

He grabbed her ankle, pulling swiftly. She flailed her arms, trying to keep her feet, before collapsing in a heap next to him.

The class still watched them. “Keep training,” Poe commanded before dropping his head back down and looking over at Rey.

She was biting her lip to keep herself from giggling, and he practically ached to capture that lip between his teeth. “You’re kinda awful at teaching.”

“Hey,” he protested as he rolled over, hovering above her, “they’re learning something. Now, they might actually stand a chance in a fight.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Sure, if the stormtrooper’s blind.”

“Do you want to teach them? I would be more than happy to let you.”

She smiled and raised her hand up to touch his cheek. “No, you can keep doing it.”

Preoccupied by her hand on his cheek, by the sight of her below him in his clothes, Poe didn’t notice what she was doing with her legs. Before he could think, she snaked her leg between his and drove her hip up into him, flipping him onto his back–for the third time that day.

“Kriff, sunshine,” he breathed, “what has gotten into you today?”

She raised herself up on her elbows, so now she looked down at him. “Maybe I just like seeing you on your back.”

He groaned low in the back of his throat without fully realizing what he was doing, like an instinctual reaction.

She tried to maintain the serious look on her face, but quickly dissolved into giggles. “I’m sorry–Sura said I should see what you’d do if I said that, but I can’t keep a straight face.”

“You’re teasing me, sunshine.”

She got to her feet and offered her hand to help him up. “I’m just doing what you told me to do.”

He took her offered hand and pulled himself up. “And what’s that?”

She jerked her arm back, forcing him to stumble forward. She chuckled as he struggled to right himself. “Exploiting my opponent’s weakness.”

He stared at her for a moment before remembering that they weren’t alone. Looking around at the gathered recruits, he cleared his throat. “Good work today. You’re dismissed.”

His students filed out until he and Rey were the only ones left in the room. Poe blew out a breath and rubbed a hand through his hair. “Well, that was awful.”

“I thought it went pretty well,” Rey responded as she unwrapped her hands.

“It did–for you.” He glared at her. “I looked like a nerf herder.”

“Not a nerf herder,” she objected. “More like a bantha herder.”

Poe rolled his eyes. “Very funny.”

Silence fell over them as she put her wraps away. When she turned back to him, her expression had turned serious. “I didn’t mean it when I said you weren’t a good teacher.” Her hazel eyes searched his face. “You’re teaching them valuable strategy and they’re getting better. You treat them like equals and you encourage them, but you’re honest about what they’ll face. They might just have a chance, thanks to you.”

He shrugged. “There’s no point in hiding what we’re up against. We’ve lost too many to do that–it would be an insult to their memory. Plus, most of them already know, have already seen it first-hand. We need to recognize what their strategy will be and prepare for that.”

“Like figuring out what weaknesses they’ll try to exploit in us,” she supplied.

“Right.” He met her searching gaze with his own. “What did you mean when you said you were exploiting my weakness?”

She dropped her eyes to the ground.

Poe stepped closer to her, gently placing his hand under her chin and lifting her head up so she would meet his gaze. “Do you think you’re my weakness?”

She smiled softly at him. “I know I am.” When he started to protest, she brought her finger up to his lips to silence him. “You’re my weakness, too.”

“How can you say that so nonchalantly?” he asked. “Doesn’t that terrify you? Because it terrifies me, the thought that some First Order bastard might try to use you, or my dad, or someone else I love to break me, that my feelings for you might put you in danger.”

“Absolutely,” she answered. “But it also reminds me that I have something to fight for, something Ben won’t have. Love might be a weakness, but it will be our greatest strength in the end. I know it.”

“I feel like we should toast or something,” Poe said with a grin. “To being each other’s weaknesses.”

Rey checked the chronometer she’d taken to wearing. “Well, the mess is open. It won’t have alcohol, but we could use the bantha milk that just came in on the last supply run.”

“I think I’ll pass.”

She smirked at him. “The bantha herder doesn’t want any bantha milk?”

He ushered her out of the training room. “That’s it, you are not allowed at any more of my training sessions. You wear my clothes, you tease me, you knock me on my ass three times in front of my students, and you distract me.”

Rey’s laughter filled the hall. “Careful, commander,” she quipped, her eyes twinkling, “your weakness is showing.”

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A/N: hellooo!! i’m posting this at 3 am rip. it’s been a lil while since i’ve written a longer piece but here it is, prepped and ready to go!! i hope you all enjoy and thanks to Babs @mizpahes for helping me edit it!! :-)

Rating: M for Man, Get Ready For Some Smut

Word Count: 5.6k

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Y/N had a bad habit of forgetting to wear underwear sometimes and Harry thinks it's about time he start complaining.

It's not the nudity that bothers him-- no, he rather fancied seeing her bare as she would lay on her side, facing away from him, fast asleep with her flowy, cherry-colored nightgown bunched up over the swell of her bum. Her whole body would rise and fall subtly with relaxed breathing as her hair was spread out all across the pillow, her hands tucked under her head, the duvet pushed down to where it stopped just right where her bottom would curve into the back of her thighs. She was the image of the pure innocence that sleep brought, juxtaposed by the flashing of her not-so-innocent parts. It was beautifully ironic.

On this particular night, Harry had been dragged to a fashion gala per his management team's orders. Y/N hadn't been very interested in going and he wasn't one to force her, so he had attended alone. The event had ended at midnight and it took him nearly an hour to get home due to the fact that he had to be dropped off at a private parking lot halfway home to switch to another limo, all so he could lose the paparazzi that had been tailing him since he had left. He had stumbled into their small apartment a bit past one in the morning, groaning inwardly as he chucked his expensive tuxedo jacket onto the couch, drifting towards the stairs while working out the knot in his tie.

Harry had dragged his feet into their room (clad in some high-end shoes that he knows Lou would slit his throat for being so careless with) and just as the silk material slid from his neck, his hand suddenly clutched it roughly as he was slapped with the abrupt scene of his panty-less girlfriend unconscious on their bed. Harry had stopped in his tracks, eyes widening as they followed the curvature of her perky ass downwards to where it lead teasingly to another more risqué place. His thighs had clenched tightly and his back had gone rigid as the heavy fatigue that clouded his brain was dissolved by an arousal-infused shot of adrenaline.

He had shaken his head quickly, blinking several times to try and shudder the temptation from his bones. It was too late and Y/N was asleep, and it would be so fucking rude to disturb her just because he was being hormonal. He had given a dismissive sigh, tossing the tie on top of the clothes hamper where it settled half-in over the edge. He thumbed open the buttons of his black silk dress shirt, attempting to get all the way down the column without glancing at a very appealing Y/N. Harry managed to get about three-fourths of the way done before he belted out a short, breathy, "fuck it" and in a few seconds was settled in between Y/N's creamy thighs, having nudged her onto her back to expose her fully. She had just trimmed and looked very clean and pretty, her scent making his mouth water and making the ducts of his eyes instinctively well up with tears of desperation. He was kneeled between her legs on the thick-carpeted floor, completely ruining the delicate material of his cherry-blossom-patterned dress pants, but honestly, he couldn't give less of a shit. She was there, soft and warm and smelling so fucking good; his Gucci suit was the last thing on his foggy mind. He had thought of starting slow at first, stirring her awake with gentle circles of his tongue against her clit to give the whole thing a more romantic touch. A bit of soft suckling at the tiny bulb just beneath the thickness of her, maybe even thumb over her whole heat slowly, gradually speeding up and sinking his middle fingers up to the knuckle just to stretch her out a tad. He can feel his cock trying to fight its way out of his boxers, jumping and twitching at every image flickering across his eyes. But all those ideas were discarded pretty rapidly as her fast asleep body gave a sudden twitch, a light, airy, dream-induced moan slipping past her lips. Y/N shifts slightly, stretching her neck and back, then slumping back into the fluffy comforter, legs parted even wider open. For a second he had thought she was awake and was messing with him (that moan had made his ears sting), but she didn't stir again, so he was in the clear. That is, until he let carnal instincts take the wheel. Fuck being romantic, fuck being patient and just-- God, just fuck her. Harry sunk his face entirely into her core, his tongue toying along the rim of her hole as his nose nudged her clit. He had pulled back, spidery strands of saliva stretching out and snapping from where he had been nuzzled. His tongue was on her again, swiping up and down quickly, his lips encompassing her as he moved his face from side to side, eyes rolling back into his head as he felt her center begin to dampen. Y/N was warm and melting onto his tongue and she tasted like everything good in the world-- like champagne and cream and the faint flavor of strawberry milk and he truly can't put words to how much he loves feeling her in his mouth. Y/N ends up jerking roughly awake from his desperate lapping, his nails digging into her supple thighs as he released shameful little moans and gasps that he really felt no shame for. He was flicking up her now-soaked folds, lips brushing and prodding deep as the vibrations from his quiet groaning coursed through her soft mound. Y/N had screamed (partially from incredible pleasure, partially from frightened alarm) and ended up kicking him in the jaw. Harry jolted back, landing hard on his ass with a panicked, "Umph!,” hand immediately going up to cradle his wounded face as he had eyed her in shock. "Ow?!" "What the fuck, Harry?!" She had gasped out, eyes wild as she gave him an intense once-over, one of her hands pushing against her chest as if to keep her heart from bursting through her ribcage. Y/N's groggy mind takes his image in, noticing his crumpled, half-unbuttoned dress shirt and the heavy bulge in between the thick thighs of his custom-tailored pants. He had smiled sheepishly, allowing his hand to slide away from his aching jaw and giving her a shy wave from his not-so-comfortable spot on the hard ground. "Hi, kitten." "Yeah, ‘hi!’ That makes sense! Why didn't you wake me up with that first before you started attacking my lady bits?!" She had fisted at the duvet, pulling it over her legs and up to her heaving chest, utterly mortified. Her hair was a rat's nest and her eyes were puffy from the sudden disturbance of her sleep cycle, but she could never look more beautiful to him. She was a grouchy mess, but she was his grouchy mess. Harry had slowly pushed himself to his feet, running a ring-clad hand through his short, messy locks and crawling onto the bed timidly, reaching out to grab one of her shaking hands to press a kiss to its knuckles. "'M sorry, love. Got a bit carried away." "I'll say," Y/N had grumbled, loosening her grip on the comforter and letting it fall to her lap. She had given him a hesitant glance, as if trying to decide if he was going to pounce on her again. "You just looked really appetizing with your cute little bum on display and that adorable Mickey Mouse nightgown; couldn't help myself." He gives her hand a playful squeeze and licks at the juices on his lips, savoring her sweet taste and hoping it passes off as a thoughtless mannerism. She looks down with furrowed brows, peeking under the collar of her pajamas to see that, indeed, she was not wearing underwear. "Whoops...Well, I'll be fucked." Harry had snorted at her blunt tone, pushing her into the mattress to straddle her hips, planting sloppy kisses all across her nose and cheeks. "If I have anything to do with it, then yeah." Y/N's cheeks had tinged bright red as she began to laugh, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him into her warm body. And just like that, the awkward act was forgotten; that was one great thing about Y/N: she couldn't hold a grudge against him to save her life. "If I didn't have my head attached to my shoulders, I'd probably forget to put it on, too." She whispered into the hair at the crown of his head, pecking the area with fluttery kisses. "Can't argue with fact," he agreed as he nudged his nose against her own, blinking all hazy and slow in an attempt to seduce her, "but I can argue towards a good fuck right about now..." One of her eyebrows had arched up suggestively, her eyes then skimming down to where his remaining shirt buttons were still looped. "Yeah?" "Mmmm..." Harry pressed her further into the cozy mattress, already peppering teeny love bites down her neck. "Really need it. S'been a long night." "Well...guess one wouldn't hurt..." Y/N had breathed through a bitten bottom lip, eyes lulling shut as tiny shocks of pleasure shot through her spine, her reaction generating from the point of contact of his hot tongue. Her left arm had traveled down the front of his shoulder, down his chest and over his hip, her hand cheekily tucking into one of the back pockets of his fine dress pants, her other hand too busy playing with his bottom lip to copy its partner. She gives his ass a small squeeze and his eyebrows shoot up in amused shock. "Just one?" He then whines, rather dramatically, plumping his lips into a deep pout and blinking up at her pleadingly. She had smothered his face with the palm of her right hand, telling him to stop being an "ungrateful little shit" as he bit into the fleshy part naughtily, cackling to himself as a sharp yelp struck her vocal chords. Harry quickly coasts his large hands up her sides, digging his fingers into the suppleness of her tummy and watching as she bucks against the mattress, laughter ringing out clear across the whole room. "So I'm ungrateful now, am I? I don't see it!" He jests through a huge, dopey, toothy grin that makes his cheeks burn in the best way possible, watching with endearment as she wriggles around to try and escape his prodding. "But the little shit part? That I can." "Har, stop! Oh my Go-- stop, stop!" Y/N's head is thrown back in painful glee, the smile that compliments her features making Harry's stomach flop with love. "Am I living up to it right now?" His whisper is right up against her throat, lips dusting the area with playful pecks as his fingers cease their attack. "God, you fucking are!" Her breathing is raspy and shallow as she gasps out, finally being able to inhale properly. "I hate you so much." Harry rests his body over her's, propping his elbows on either side of her higher torso, snug right under her armpits. His palms cradle her jaw, thumbs swiping back and forth from the center of her chin up to her cheekbones, then back down. The caring caresses mellow her, breathing regaining somewhat of a decent rhythm but still rattling in her lungs. Her hands hold loosely onto his wrists as he delights himself with sharing his affection, glossy irises flitting around different points of her face. It's as if he's taking her in bit by bit, slowly painting her whole picture in his mind, where he can store the beloved piece of art deep in his brain for however long he lives. Y/N's eyes reflect utter infatuation as she watches him go through this process, which somehow seems so personal and intimate, even though all he's really doing is just looking at her. But he appears so breathtaking with his short, barely-curling strands flopping over his forehead and his long eyelashes tickling the tops of his cheeks. With his tainted lips settling into a gentle, lopsided smile and the cute little moles next to his mouth jolting every time the corners twitch. Harry's just a wholesome, entrancing sight to look at and she feels like an utter sap for feeling so gooey about him. Then he's leaning in, brushing that pair of ruby-rose satin lips against the underside of her jaw, right below her ear, the muscles of his thighs and arms shifting and cementing into place in such a way that they lock her body to his. The breath of his thoughts hits her dampened flesh before the actual words do, sending goosebumps roaring down her neck and arms. "Wanna come inside you so hard, so fucking much, that you'll be feeling me in your tummy for the next week." A lascivious grin spreads against the little alcove in which his lips are snuggled in, warm and enticing. Y/N inhales so quickly she goes lightheaded for a second, the air cold as it hits the back of her throat. "Har..." "Sound okay?" Harry licks bashfully at her earlobe, his mouth already edging towards tracing down the curve of her delicate neck. One of his hands has wandered down between her quivering thighs, sliding under the cotton material of her nightwear and cupping her dripping center for confirmation. "Seems okay." "It's most definitely okay." She grits out through clenched teeth, trying to maintain some form of composure, as scarce as it may be. "Good. Now, where's the lube?" Pretty soon they are a mess of sheets and sweat, Harry pinning Y/N's arms behind her head with one of his own while the hand on the other grips one of her hips tightly, guiding them against his. He had unbuckled and unbuttoned his slacks, having pulled them down along with his briefs just enough for his pulsing cock to slip out. His shirt is still buttoned at the bottom and he knows he should take it off to avoid ruining the material with sweat, but that thought is immediately cast aside when Y/N whispers into his ear how good he looks fucking her in his fancy clothes. "Y'like it?" Harry pants shakily, digging his short nails into the skin of her wrists as he gives hard, penetrating thrusts, his belt buckle slinking along to his pace. His knees are digging into the mattress, giving him enough track to maintain his rough, demanding rhythm. His rings are kissing deep bruises along her hip, the metal flower imprinting her flesh with the memory of this night. "God, yes!" She squeaks, throwing her head back against the stack of pillows as he licks a long stripe down the center of her throat. He tongues her hard nipples over the cloth of her pajamas, leaving a warm, wet patch to keep them nice and perky. "Think-- Think you can take charge for me? Want you to fuck me." He releases a long grunt, his balls knocking against the bottom of her bum. His pants have become uncomfortably tight around his thighs and ass, his silk shirt sticking to the heavy sheen of sweat coating his back. He wants nothing more than to tear everything off, his body overheating in the midst of the moment, but his need to satisfy her tops it all so maybe switching up the workload will help ease his woe. "Please?" Y/N shifts around a bit, slipping her wrists from his hold and pushing upwards against his sweaty chest, toppling him sideways. "My pleasure." Harry allows himself to be man-handled, resting limp as a noodle into the damp sheets, his eyes skimming over the crest of his cheeks as she moves to snuggle in between his thighs. Y/N takes his throbbing length into her one of her significantly smaller hands, the thin flesh bumpy with engorged veins. Her fingers wrap around it firmly, thumb gliding over the purple head as it bubbles over with precome, begging for her to do something. She abides, moving her palm up and down his cock at a tender pace, tonguing over the tip sloppily and living for the way he spurts lightly into her mouth, watery mewls spilling from his swollen lips. Her free hand coasts up his abdomen, scratching lightly and leaving faint red trails as evidence. She bows her head down to his skin, tongue tracing over the marks she had left, the hot, textured muscle causing his toes to curl and fists to tighten. Harry lifts his head off the pillow, straining to keep it up just to watch her lap up his fern tattoos, planting a kiss on each hip. Y/N follows the roads of tattoos and the dips of his flesh, ending up on top of him and chewing on his quivering bottom lip as her warmth sinks over his pulsing prick. She rides him at a fast, sloppy pace-- quick little slams against his thighs that work his cock roughly, his body stinging with ecstasy. She has her arms crossed behind his head, one of her hands fisting the hair along the nape of his neck as she mushes their faces together, the kissing all tongue and messy sucking. "Fuck me so good, angel. Fuck me until I can't t-think anymore-- shit!" Harry is a whiney, blubbering mess, hands snaked around her back as she bounces steadily on his sensitive cock. He lets his head fall back onto the pillows, biting along the inside of his bottom lip as a small smile of drunken pleasure twitches the corners of his mouth, a watery hum of gratitude working its way out of his sore throat. "'M workin' on it," Y/N pants hotly, wiggling her hips in small circles up and down his shaft. She licks down his jaw and kisses his chin, keeping her eyes glued to him and using his facial expressions as a guide for what to do. "Y'like that, Har?" The hot air of her words washes over his whimpering mouth as she picks up her pace, his entire body bouncing heavily against the big mattress as she goes at him with all of the energy she has. "Feel so good inside me, baby." Harry's eyes are lulling around in their sockets, tears blearing his vision as they squeeze out of the corners and trail down his pounding temples. His neck veins bulge as his blood boils with pleasure, jaw going taut as his shoulders and back flex spastically. He can feel the sweat bleeding through the expensive material of his shirt into the rumpled sheets below, his muscles seeming to be on fire as the heat reflects back into his wired up body. His voice is thick, throaty and raw, shaky from exertion, accent heavy and dark. "God, pet...So good fo' me..." Harry's fingertips are burning marks into the plushness of the dip in her back, causing her to squirm and clench against him. One of his large palms drifts upwards across the damp expanse of her clammy back, entire hand pressing flat against the middle of her shoulder blades, digits digging in lightly to help keep a decent hold of her. The opposite one slides down to grope at her bum, massaging it deeply and giving it a few sparse spanks for good measure. Small gasps force past her mauve lips at his sudden roughness, earning a raspy, satisfied hum from deep in the back of his scratchy throat. He looks down at her from under his lashes, eyes glittering and unearthly glossy under the watery reddish, bourbon-tinted light of a single lamp in the room, full of predatory-like amusement. "You love it, don't you? Dirty little thing, you are..." Y/N releases first, entire body quaking as his rings bite into her ass, his small encouraging moans and whines of ecstasy sewing her climax together perfectly. Harry bucks his hips up to meet her thighs, big hands pulling her down to press their chests together in order to bend her forward, opening her up even wider for him to fuck into. Their eyes are locked in an intense stare-down as she begins to unravel, the way Harry furrows brows and chews excitedly on his plump purple lips shoving her over the ledge. His two front teeth are worrying his juicy, puffed-up mouth as his dark eyebrows twitch and scrunch in concentrated euphoria, all of his attention on getting her to come. "You're doing so good, babe. Taking my cock so fucking deep and bloody ruining me, aren't ya? Wanna feel you gushing around me, so warm and slick and wet, darling. Wanna see how good it makes you feel to use me like this." Y/N senses a deep toiling in her tummy, a tight knot writhing and tugging inside the pit of her stomach. Her release is about to break through, obvious in how her thighs are tightening against his hips and how her chest is heaving uncontrollably, clit dripping over his throbbing balls and flushed pelvis. "Harry-- oh my G-God..." Her voice is weak and trembling, eyes drooping in blissful gripe as her nerves go haywire under his influence, body thrashing and jolting in his tight hold. "You're doing amazing, sweetheart," Harry mumbles softly against her slightly parted lips, tasting the desperation as she pants into his mouth. He bends his knees up, heels pressed against the bed so that she has a small alcove to fall into every time she thunks down damply over his cock. He kisses at the warm tip of her nose, breathing in her natural scent of sweat and lavender. "Come f'me, yeah?" Y/N nods with fervor, tugging at his wet curls as they tangle around her fingers, sticky with hair spray and texturizing mousse, smelling of raw sex and fresh tangerines. "Y-You're so big, H." "And you're tight, love." Harry kneads her bottom with the hot palm of his humongous hand, the metal bands around his digits scraping against her sweaty skin. He grins with smug amusement, nudging her forehead with his heated lips. "We fit." With teeny gasps and small groans, Y/N works herself to the finish line, release unhinging from the bottom of her tight stomach and exploding across every nerve of her being, sending pulses of intense sensations from the tips of her fingers to the back of her skull. She collapses against Harry's sweaty chest, hands shivering inside his matted locks as he continues to rock up into her gushing heat, the arm across her back tugging her downwards over his slimy prick as the hand gripping her bum pulls her hips forward to sway in small circles. He presses his hot lips to the crown of her hair, the water across her scalp coating his Cupid's Bow. He talks to her with soft comfort and admiration, feeling her gooey exhales against his bobbing Adam's Apple. "Atta girl, pet. Doing so well for me, hm? Such a tight fucking cunt on such a good fucking girl. Taking me like no one else ever could." Y/N whimpers brokenly at his praise, head shifting to the side against his dripping chest, one of her hands drifting down from his mess of shiny chestnut curls. Her index finger weakly outlines one of his swallow tattoos, shading it in with invisible ink, her mind already floating in subspace. Harry takes it upon himself to help her ride out her orgasm, slamming her hips against his at a rough pace that is slowly dissolving into tender rocking. She jerks and whines against his body, flinching every time his thick cock nudges a sensitive spot inside her. He just shushes her quietly, mumbling his words in a drunken, orgasm-forming stupor. "S'okay, princess. Need to milk you for everything you're worth. Should be done soon enough." Harry manages to coax every ounce of climax from her body, evident in how his prick is slathered in her excitement as it seeps over his balls and stains the blood-red sheets below. Just when he thinks she's all fucked out-- her chest rattling with every breath and her knees shaking without stop-- he feels her walls give a sudden clench around him, gripping him tight and needy, and then a fresh wave of warmth washes down his twitching length. He gasps lightly, surprised by the involuntary action and shocked by the new liquid washing down his skin. Then, a cocky grin curves the side of his mouth, popping a single dimple into place as he chuckles deep in his chest, stirring up the gravel in his tired lungs to the point where she can feel his laughter coursing through her body and resounding off the knobs of her spine. "Did you just squirt, baby?" Y/N snuggles her head further into his warm, hard chest, blinking the blurriness from her vision as her cheeks grow hot and red, stinging with embarrassment. "Sorry..." Harry's brows crinkle in confusion, the hand across her back winding into her hair and tugging it gently, causing her chin to tilt upwards to face him. He pecks the corner of her mouth lightly, shaking his head and tutting. "Why are you sorry? S'fucking hot." Her blush deepens, dopey eyes flickering down to his cherry-stained lips with drunken desire. "Not sorry, then?" He reaches down, locking his both of his lips around her bottom one and biting it playfully, loving the way it swells in his mouth. "Definitely not." Y/N hums soothingly onto his tongue, face crawling with timid happiness, tummy throbbing with empty content and feeling full as he keeps himself tucked inside her. Harry threads his long fingers through her tangled mess of hair, licking along the inside of her upper lip and sucking gently at her numb tongue. Her head suddenly pulls back, eyebrows raised up questioningly as her hand smooths over his chest. He whines like a child, already missing her warm mouth and relaxing breaths against his nose. "What about you?" Y/N whispers, hand drawing upwards to wrap loosely around his throat, causing his inhales to hiccup. Harry slowly licks at the corner of his mouth, tongue sliding across his upper teeth as his lips purse into a smug pout. His eyebrows raise up lazily and expectant, just to mess with her. His voice is low and full of faux, taunting cluelessness. "What about me?" Soon enough, one of Harry's arms is tucked under the back of his head, the other diagonal across Y/N's back in order to delve his fingers into her slick hair, digits winding around the roots and tugging harshly, rings catching on the sticky strands. She's riding him at a fast rhythm, thighs slapping down against his as her heat swivels around his twitching cock, resulting in his balls tightening instinctively as his abdomen knots and inner thighs clench. He's eyeing her with condescending hunger, lips set in a cocky smirk as the veins along his neck bulge in a foreshadowing manner. "Gonna make me come, petal? Gonna fuck me so hard it hurts?" She's clutching his neck with one hand, grip strong and vehement as she rocks his body against the creaking mattress, determined to draw every last drop of climax from his quickly depleting body. "Damn right I am." His breathing is starting to catch more and more, eyes slowly shattering as an orgasm wrestles for the reigns that keep his composure in line. Short, whimpering gasps are parting his lips, a sharp mewl ringing his vocal chords as her free hand scratches down the center of his wheezing chest, skin burning behind the trail of her nails. His tattoos tinge red beneath their ink, wiggling and expanding as his muscles contract with her actions. The bed is slamming against the wall now, headboard knocking on the plaster as Harry's forearm pushes against the red oak wood to keep his head from bumping against the surface. His heels press against the mattress, back arching in distress as his hips buck up inside his girlfriend, trying to topple himself over the edge. He uses his hold on the thick of her hair to bring her lips to his, forcing her to swallow his needy groans as she bites his lips raw. "Bloody hell..." He chokes out through gritted teeth, jaw going slack when she digs her thumb into the little dip at the center of his throat, his nerves instinctively going into a frenzied panic and intensifying the flashes of pleasure coursing through his blood. "Doing fuckin' incredible, angel..." Y/N grins cheekily into their heated kiss, giggling softly into his mouth when he gives her roots a playful warning tug. "Like how I fuck you, H?" She gives a hard squeeze around his thick circumference, causing his head to snap back against the pillows, jaw going taut while his eyes screw shut. "Jesus Christ!" In the matter of a few more minutes of rough slamming and long hip-wagging, Harry's coming, back thrashing off the bed as his eyebrows shoot up in bliss, eyes rolling back into his head so far he can feel them straining. Y/N bites down the slope of his neck, ripping the fabric of his completely soiled dress shirt off his broad shoulder so she can sink her teeth into the tight muscles, knowing it's a weak spot for him. The hand around his throat moves to grip the ringlets at the back of his head, yanking wildly until his neck is tilted so far back that the bump of his Adam's Apple stands out evidently from his flushed skin. "Shit, baby, please! Please, please, please, pl-- God, please!" Harry's crying out with absolutely no remorse, body quaking under her own as she rides out his climax. Colors kaleidoscope behind his shut eyelids, bright oranges molding into muted crimsons which turn into dark purples and ocean blues. Lightning flashes across the dark murkiness of his brain, bright and blinding as his orgasm takes a physical form in his mind. And all he can feel and smell and touch and taste is Y/N. All of his other senses take to her and only her-- the way she smells of fresh flowers and sex, and how her skin is supple and soft, and how warm and sweet she tastes against his eager tongue. How snug she is around him at the moment, cruelly milking him for all he’s got, just the way he likes it. Harry's spilling so much he doesn't think it'll ever stop-- so much to the point where there's a painful tugging at the pit of his stomach and a dull thumping around the inside of his skull and his ears are popping, warning his body that he might pass out. But then, just as his mind is threatening to slip away into unconsciousness, her sweet, sultry and oh-so caring voice pulls him back from the brink. "I know you are not about to pass out without cuddling me first, you prick." Harry's eyes crack open slowly, a whine vibrating off the back of his raw throat as she leisurely pulls off of him, the light suction causing his toes to curl against the wet sheets. Y/N lays over his exhausted body, limp cock still leaking scarcely as she tucks him back into his briefs, squeezing his thigh softly for finality. She scoots herself along the side of his torso, curling her body against his and tugging his warm arm from underneath his head to place it securely around her shoulders. "You're so damn needy." Harry sighs grandly, voice thick and croaky, eyes rolling with fake annoyance but, in truth, he loves cuddling just as much as she does, if not more. "Shut up." She pinches his ear jestingly, placing soft kisses across his hickey-littered neck, nudging his sweaty jaw with her nose. The little pecks of affection send a delightful shiver down his spine and across his relaxed shoulders, his lungs sighing in happy relief. Nothing will ever beat the content feeling he gets-- no award or Oscar or Grammy or anything-- when Y/N snuggles him with so much love and adoration after a heavy fucking session. Absolutely nothing. Harry entertains himself with toying at the ends of her messy hair, pressing his lips to her ear and biting gently, growling into it playfully until he has her in a fit of giggles, face tucked into the dip of his neck. "Y'know what?" Y/N's muffled voice speaks up from her little hiding place against his throat. "What?" He humors her, pulling at her locks a bit to signify he wants to see her face. She pops up below his chin, lips pursing into a tiny amused smile as she sponges her swollen lips against the subtle dip on his chin. Harry looks down at her fondly over the tops of his rosy cheeks, chest still heaving slightly from how hard she'd worked him over. She just stares at him for a few seconds, prompting him to give her an expectant quirk of his brows. "I think I should forget to wear underwear more often." Harry throws his head back in a burst of laughter, eyes crinkling and teeth showing as his dimples twitch into place. He reaches his arm down behind her back, giving her bum a playful smack over the sheer cotton material of her nightgown. "Yeah, I think so, too."

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Chapter 1

Théa's POV

"I promise we'll be together someday"a person with a blurred face caress my cheek"Don't worry I'll will comeback soon as you can possibly imagine"he assured me as he landed a kiss on my forehead and left to the light

"Wasurenaide kudasai Thea"

"Thea?"

"Thea!"

"Sis!"

The door to my room was knocked continuously Damn! that sound disrupted my dream.... I'd like to see the end of it you know! My hand slapped my face to instantly wake me up as I dragged myself off from bed to open the green colored maple wood door revealing my younger sister outside tapping her foot impatiently against the white marble floor.

"Yes Thalia? Can I help you?"I butted my head out between the small vertical space, she facepalmed herself and chuckled at me"Sister, Goodmorning!".

"Get to the point Lia what's good in the morning?"I tiredly smiled at her swinging the door fully open then I scratched my eyes to flick the sleepiness away, Thalia shook her head towards me in slight disappointment.

"I clearly remembered yesterday that you told me to wake you up early in the morning for your mission...sister you forgot again did you?"she slyly smirked at me when I suddenly came to a realization and "Oh dear I must have forgotten"I held my cheek with my right hand and smiled with closed eyes"Yes yes I'll be preparing now... thank you for waking me up Thalia"I thanked her and pats her head in a sisterly way, she shove my hand off her head in annoyance and waved me goodbye while I turned my back from the door and used a little time to check my bookcase where a beeping machine is placed in the middle of my books, it was given to us by our father which also serves as our only remembrance about him. That machine was crafted so that it would serve the purpose of telling when next upcoming collision of our dimension and another other dimension will happen, quite fascinating right? And it seems like it detected a collision between dimensions it happened before two years ago as a portal appeared in Coronas a country northeast from Icycilis but I guess no one came out since the news is all quiet about it...I wonder where it will spawn next.

Two minutes I spent two fucking minutes watching that machine with a piece of my heart hoping for something good to happen but I was just wasting my time, that machine was only built for damn sake to detect a portal not to give it out, sighing I gathered my clothes and went towards the closest bathroom by the hall next to Thalia's room and mine, knocking down a sky blue vase with beautiful running styles that sat on a lacquered wood cabinet in the process due to my hurry.

"Big sis? Did you break my Jadetown vase?"Thalia's voice rang out from her room, I looked down in alarm to the shattered pieces of the vase and replied with a sad tone realizing what I broke,"Damnit it's mine...".

"Oh okay just break your vase not mine...you go prepare yourself I'll clean it up"She sighed and gave a small grunt as I hear soft footfalls to the door.

"Thanks a bunch!"I stood on my tippy toes and avoided the scene of the crime to continue my way to the bathroom. ------- After dressing up to my regular attire of an orange plain qipao with little cluster of leaves as a design and a pair of autumn colored close shoes I reserved for this dress, I walked down the stairs making a turn to an open room with only a metal wall separating it from the living room and another divider on the side but it ended up short giving the dining room a big opening space, and while I'm describing the house let me tell you that this mansion is quite big for the three of us the first floor was covered either with metal or silver colored paint with five tall round windows and autumn hued curtains that to be honest matches my attire, small paintings and family pictures hang in the living room and only a little in the dining, Thalia's style of decorations.

Two round bookshelves were place in both side of the fire place in front of the metal worked sofa and a brown lacquered oak wood coffee table and Soren was still not satisfied and added a red royal rug underneath with yellow styles of design to give it a beautiful cozy glow connecting it upstairs is a wide stairway of smooth lacquered wood with a pretty amazing carving from the steps to its wood rail. Upstairs would be Thalia's room first on the right then the second bathroom and my room at the end next to the stairway above leading to the roof while on the opposite direction would be Soren's and a guest room in front.

While the first floor is made up of mostly metal the second floor is more naturey with wood floors, petal shaped lights on the halls, one or two cabinets on both sides of the hallway where my siblings would store things they are too lazy to bring inside their room and a cute cactus Thalia keeps near the white framed window after Soren's room.

I walked inside the dining room and sat on a wood made chair on the left side of the glass covered table, making myself comfortable while my brother placed a platter of good smelling breakfast in front of me.

"Where are you heading today baby sis?"He asked me while I ate the breakfast he served, using the annoying nickname he always calls us, he took a seat on the center chair with his mug of coffee a 'Universally Best Bro'engraved on the mug.

"I have a mission today Soren and I won't be back for a while"My lips formed a small smile as I finished the salad and took a small time of handing my dishes to the sink and walked out of the dining hall with the same laid back expression of a smile"Thea.. don't keep it to yourself too much"I heard him say behind my back.

"Will do"I pressed a button to let the metallic door slide open and ran to the front yard, jumping on my violet designed techno-bike(a technology flying bicycle),charged it up and pressed the speed as I zoom towards the Aureole, a masive two storey dirty gold building associated in the middle of the city with four tall neoclassical columns on both sides.

'Wasurenaide kudasai Thea'that strong soothing voice keeps playing inside my mind, I don't understand the meaning of those words but I find it very comforting but why the hellish abyss am I dream about this? Is that really that important to think about? ....nevertheless I have to focus more in my upcoming mission I spent days preparing and I can't mess it up with that! I suddenly stopped thinking when a loud honk behind me sounded.

"Hey miss! The lights turned green already!"a woman yelled angrily behind my back, behind her are a line of techno-vehicles honking..I grimaced as I realize that I stopped during the red light hmmm must be my hands' instinct to do that without me realizing it"Sorry got sidetracked!!"I painstakingly yelled in apologize back turning to the other direction I saw her sour face as she muttered something on her bike....hmp! I said my sorry already, what the deal?!

'I wonder what my task would be?'I divert my thought from earlier as I parked my bike at the parking spot beside the Aureole building, I jump out of my vehicle and walk on a row of stairs carrying a soft smiling visage, a lot of people walking in and out looking at me, it doesn't creep me out though I just don't give a damn about them, although I could her some whispering something which I can clear made out into words.

"Is that Thea Seiju?"

"I heard she is the Princess of Samaari together with her brother and sister"

"Are you drunk? They are the remaining royalties of Samaari!"

"I like her, she's always smiling"

First before all the things that are about to happen, let me introduce to you my world, we, the Aureolians were at war from the very start with the Dark Arc, a faction who affiliated themselves with the Underworld below and other opposing forces to gain allies and power to achieve their goal which is from what I heard 'to kill the light'while they keep destroying places whenever pleases, the first Arch Master who is also the first regent of Icycilis founded the association of fighters which he named The Aureolians, in which he chose six Shijos to protect the city and the other neighboring kingdoms from the Arc. Shijo is from an old word for Master and those Six were also given the chance to find their successors in order to fight the Dark Arc, but it seems like the fighting never ceased until it reached this generation. From the first Shijos they were given their own respective weapons , weapons that were forged by magical beings from a distant land of Majika.. anyways these weapons have their own abilities and given elements from which a user must train hard to master it and pass it along his successor and so on.

My master was the Fan Shijo, so as her next in line, I also have my own weapon similar to hers, for a successor to get a weapon like her master, he/she must be trained for agility, flexibility, endurance, speed and knowledge for a year before he or she can acquire a weapon.... but that's all I have to say for now or else I'll spoil the whole thing. -------

#forces of destiny #anime #naruto #neji hyuga #OC #Fanfiction #Romance #Fantasy #Action #Magic #swords and sorcery #original character #my writing #writers

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Kai Anderson P1

I looked outside the window of my dad’s station wagon, watching the familiar city of my teenage years, and childhood approach. I was silent, breathing on the window and drawing a heart onto it with my finger. My dad sighed deeply “You haven’t spoken since we left the airport, love bug! Aren’t you excited to be home for nearly 2 months? A nice get away from college?” I looked over at my dad and smiled “Of course, dad. I’m just, tired.” I lied, my dad obviously knew what wad on my mind: Kai. It had been 462 days since he last spoke to me. We were together since 8th grade, he was my first boyfriend, and he was supposed to be my last. My heart was still broken, I didn’t want to even hear his name. We had a life planned together, a future, dreams. I watched them burn up in front of my face, dashing and dividing like meteors in the Earth’s atmosphere that I wished on, over and over again. Hoping I could have him again, maybe hear the reason why he left me like this. I was supposed to have came back home many times… But avoided it, because I didn’t want to remember that it was supposed to be spent with him. We finally got to my parents home, they had recently remodeled it, it looked so different. Hard to believe this was the same house. I looked over to see my brother and my mom. My brother having grown at least 6 inches since I last saw him, towering over my mom. He was dressed up, with a leather jacket sporting traditional goth bands, and punk bands all over. His hair in a green Mohawk, and a pair of Doc Marten boots strapped on his legs. He looked just like me, I could see I taught him well. He smiled at me and waved, as my mom opened the door for me. Embracing me into a long hug, before letting me go, her familiar smell of cinnamon soothing me. My brother came up after and hugged me tightly, “Wow, Kat, you’re so short!” He exclaimed, a man’s voice coming from his throat. I chuckled into his hug, then pulled away when my dad began to struggle with the luggage I had. “Dad!” I yelled, running to him “Stop, you’ll throw your back out again!” I scolded, grabbing my bags from his hand. “Kat, c'mon, you’re supposed to be on a break from college! You shouldn’t carry your own bags.” “Knock it off, I can carry my own bags,” I said begining to carry them up into the house. “Stop it!” My mom said, grabbing my bags from my hands as my dad and mom dragged them to my old bed room.

As the night carried on, I laid on my bed, my mom hadn’t changed a thing. My eyes looked over to my desk that Kai had carved “ K + K ,” with a heart around it and felt a lump in my throat. I grabbed my phone, “Why am I doing this, nothing good will come from this,” I said before dialing his number, to my disappointment, which I didn’t understand why I would be surprised it went to voicemail. “Hey, Kai. It’s me, Kat. I’m in town for a while. I know you probably don’t want to talk to me, but I would love to see you. Um… I’ll be at my mom and dads.” I hung up the phone, and felt that familiar sting, like someone had stabbed me right in the chest. God damn it, Kai. Why the fuck would you do this to me? You were supposed to my forever. I began to sob into my pillow, that same sense of loneliness, overtaking me. Filling me with dread, heartache, and panic. Everything was bad, my grades, my eating and drinking habits. The thought that Kai may have met another girl, haunted me, I could not get the thought out of my mind. I hugged my pillow, dying to see him again. How could I allow myself to be this fucking miserable… I hardly recognized myself anymore. I was never the type to beg to die at night, and felt horrendous disappointment when I opened my eyes to feel absolute anguish. I would survive the day, by drinking myself stupid between classes, then pass out. Over and over again, my life was hell. With nothing, but a feeling of contempt for the people who were happy, or in love around me. I hated this world, but I was too much of a fucking coward to take myself out. Long I stared, at the bottles of bills, razor blades, cords, ropes. Even going so far as to walk to the top of the university, drunk off my ass, a vodka bottle in hand, looking down at the ground, letting my foot hang over the railing. It could be so easy… I could be free. But I was a coward… I grabbed my pillow and screamed as loud as I could into it, this pain… it was so intense and I couldn’t stand it. Why couldn’t he have stayed… Why did this happen to me? All I did was love, Kai.

The next day, my eyes shot open. I didn’t remember falling asleep, I rubbed my eyes, feeling that same emptiness that wouldn’t go away. “Day 463,” I spoke outloud, checking my phone to see no new notifications. I was still wearing the same clothes from last night, my boots still laced, my face itchy from my makeup being left on. I stood up, and walked down the stairs, the aroma of pancakes filling my nose. I walked into the kitchen, it recently having been remodled. The cabnits and floors, a stained hardwood. The stove a beautiful range top, and a high tech fridge. I sat at the table and rubbed my eyes. My mom, looked back at me with a smile. Her hair still messy from last night’s sleep, her tiny body drowning in a pink robe. “Goodmorning my gorgeous daughter! So lovely to see your face in my kitchen again.” I smiled at her softly, my mom was my best friend at one point. I am sure my distant behavior bothered her, but she was never one to pry. She walked over to me her slippers slapping on the floor, a plate in hand with 3 fluffy pancakes stacked on each other. She handed me a bottle of blueberry syrup and smiled. “I always remember your favorite, honey,” She said, grabbing a coffee mug. She sat down in front of me, taking a long sip of her fresh coffee, followed by a soft “Mmmm,” as she pushed up her shoulders. “So good on a cold day, makes you feel nice and cozy.” I nodded as I poured syrup over my pancakes, politely eating it. “You know, Kat. You can talk to me about anything?” I stopped what I was doing and stared at her, knowing what she was about to bring up. “Mom, don’t,” I pleaded “I’m just saying, I am here for you. We used to so close. I just… Miss you. I am here if you ever want to talk to me is all,” She said with a genuine smile, before reaching out and holding my hand for a brief moment. The kind gesture warmed my heart, reminding me that my mom did really care about me.

After breakfast, I decided to go explore the town I hadn’t seen in 2.5 years. Exploring the downtown shops, visiting places I hadn’t seen and familiar places I used to see. I arrived at an old book store, I used to go to after school. It looked exactly the same as it had before. I pulled open the heavy door, a chime echoing through the big store. “Kat!” I heard a familiar voice exclaim. I looked over to see Mrs. Wells, the book store owner. Her hair showing streaks of grey, tightly placed in a bun. Her half moon glasses, kept around her neck with a silver chain. She still looked eccentric, wearing her witchy dress that was a deep, purple, velvet. She pulled me into a hug, with that same smile. “Oh my favorite customer ! How is college?” “It’s fine,” I lied with a chuckle. “Well good! How long are you here for?” “Until New Years,” “Oh my goodness that’s while! I am so excited to see you here!” She said with a laugh. She walked over to the counter and smiled “Go ahead, pick a book ! I’ll be here if you need me.” She put her attention to her own book, letting me walk away. I walked up to see my favorite book: “Bram Stoker’s Dracula,” I pulled it out and smiled. This was definitely the book I used to read. A sense of nostalgia rushed over me, making me feel at peace for just a moment. I opened the book, to see my old signature, when horror struck me. I dropped the book like a hot plate, when I saw Kai’s name in the book, checked out not even a week ago. My heart pounded in my chest, my hands shaking. “Kat, are you okay?” Asked Mrs. Wells, looking at me from her desk in concern. “Yes, I’m fine sorry, I’m… Tired,” I lied with a fake laugh. I picked up the book and put it back, before rushing out of the store. “Bye nice to see you, I’ll be back,” I said before walking out “Okay, bye?” She said in confusion. I walked over to the alley way, right next to the building. I held myself against the wall, before starting to cry. I just wanted to forget him. Why couldn’t I? I slid down the wall to my knees, crying silently by myself. “Excuse me miss, you dropped something,” I heard a voice behind me. Fuck, how embarrassing. I stood up, rushing to frantically dry my tears. “Thank you, I’m sorry,” I apologized, as I turned around. “I’m a real….” I stopped what I was saying, as I stared up at the person who had came to give me back whatever it was I had dropped. Sporting long, blue hair. Different from his nicely kept, brown hair. He kept it somewhat longer than most men, however this was much different. His dark brown, sunken eyes staring down at me, his body now built and muscular. I held my breath as the world around me seemed to stop. “Kai?” I asked in no more than a whisper, a single tear falling down my face. He reached out his hand, and touched my cheek with his thumb, clearing the tear from my face. I stood there emotionless, not knowing what to say, as he acted as if this was entirely normal, or like I would be overthrown with happiness at the sight of him, his exoression smug, and smirking. I felt light headed, having to remind myself to breath. “Here,” He said putting a locket in my hand. I looked up at him, not knowing what it could be inside. I opened it, to see my most favorite picture of him. Immediately taking me back to the moment. The happiness, the hope, the feelings. I clentched my hand around it, and a flood of a million emotions ran through my mind. “Why?” I asked, choking on my tears, trying to speak. “To remind you that I still love you,” He spoke coldly. I scoffed, angry that he would lie like that. “That’s not true, at all. You wouldn’t have disappeared if you did.” I spoke, trying to keep composed. I kept my fingers on the cool silver of the necklace. “Listen, Kat. I want to explain more to you, explain why I did what I did, and perhaps even get your forgiveness, but I want you to come over to my house, so we can talk, could you do that?” I stayed quiet for a while, thinking about if I should walk away, even though I wanted nothing more than to embrace him, kiss him, hold him. Anything. Noticing my hesitation, he knelt down and put one hand on my cheek, and brought his lips to my ear. “However far away, I will always love you,” He whispered, before kissing my cheek. My whole body shook at his touch, after being so alone and aching for him. He pulled away from me, and looked down at me with a smile. “Will you be there?” I slowly nodded, and dried my eyes. Holding tightly onto the locket. “Very good, see you at 8:00,”

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Sky Before The Sea

Before Reading

This was a story that I wrote from my English Class, and to be honest my writing is a work in progress. I’m trying to get better, so please note I’m not an award winning author, and there will be mistakes... Anyways hope you enjoy my story!!! (Feel free to send my writing prompts/tips/or fan fiction prompts:)

Prologue

“Hmph..” I was breathing heavily as I ran through the blustering wind, with rain slapping against body. My bleeding wounds were being soothed by the rain with a stinging sensation. I dared not to look back into the abyss, as I heard low grunts in the opposite direction. My hands were numb and there was no feeling in my toes, but the only thing which felt alive at that moment was my consciousness.

I’m trying to remember what happened before any of this...

“THEA!,” my father yelled, pounding on my door. His footsteps creaked on the rotting floor, as he leaned towards the doorknob, “Are you up? We need to get to work!”

Swiftly moving off my bed, I slipped into my house shoes and tied my apron around my neck. Putting my hair into a bun, as I ran down the stairs to the kitchen. The smell of fresh baked goods hit my face as I opened the door. Eyes watering at the sight and smell of cookies and muffins, I was caught off guard and unaware of my surroundings.

“OOF” I tripped over a bag of flour which was on the floor, making the whole kitchen dusty, flour fell slowly like a winter's day. *cough* *cough* I picked myself up from the floor, looking at the white cloudy mess of flour everywhere. “Okay, the cookies should be done soon Thea-”, my father stopped in mid words, examining the white cluttered kitchen. “I can explain papa”, grabbing a wet cloth I start to wash the counter. “I le-leave for one moment a-a-and oh you make this little mess, oh Thea!”, my father chuckles and wipes tears from his eyes.

“You're not mad?”, I give a confused look and arched my eyebrows. “Of course not… I’ve gotten used to your clumsiness, you're just like your mother dear”, he grabs me close and gives me a short and soft hug. Just thinking about my mother made my cry, she was the nicest person I knew and she just disappeared without a trace. Like houdini she mastered the best magic trick, yet the worst decision ever was faced. The closest thing I have to her is an amulet which my mother passed down to me with an engraving of my name, Thea. Slow droopy tears started to roll down my cheek, wiping my tears on my father's apron I held on closely.

“Okay, we should really clean this up now” my father loosened our hug, and kissed me on the forehead. Hours passed by quickly, and by the time it was past supper time, we had sold most of our goods. The sky was sapphire blue with sparkling stars, I peered out the window and flipped our sign to CLOSED. In a town like ours, everything is basically the same, so if something seems misplaced, then for sure it is. I could barely make out who or what is was, hiding behind a tree across the street. Before I could even open the door and take a better look, my father called me up for supper.

Before I knew it the clock had struck midnight, I was like a baby wrapped up in my blanket all cozy. Lately, I hadn’t been able to sleep well because I’ve been having the same weird nightmare. It starts the same each time, where I’m panting, sprinting, and confused in a jungle. I see one mysterious boy running alongside me. I still don’t know where I am or how I got there, but every time it felt so real. I end up tripping over a log each time, knocking myself out, ending the nightmare and coming back to reality. Some nights I sleep, or I just stay up until I see the warm sunrise and fluffy cotton candy clouds.

But this night was different, I had a sudden urge to go up to the attic. Sometimes I do go up there, without my father knowing of course or he’d be really mad at me. I’m not exactly supposed to go up there, because it’s where we keep my grandfather’s old trinkets and things. I quietly creep on the edges of the floor, trying not to make a sound as I head up the stairs towards the attic. The darkness consumes me as I step into the abyss, reaching for the light switch. The light is burnt out, I reach out to find a flashlight, and I turn it on.

CLICK

Spontaneous creations and pictures are in every nook and cranny. I view slowly, as I shine the light in one specific corner. I notice a slightly crumpled piece of paper sticking out from under a briefcase, a colour of golden yellow. Carefully removing the paper, I examine it thoroughly and notice an encrypted language, which looked quite familiar somehow. On the other side is a faded map, and more encryption at the top. Taking a closer look I start to feel a weird tingly feeling, like as if someone was watching me.

CRASH

“Grab her.”

I smell seawater and hear seagulls calling other birds. It’s pitch black and I’m stuck in a bag, feeling the waves rock me back and forth. Nausea starts to rise in my stomach, but I’m too scared to fall back asleep. I rub my eyes feeling a wet substance...blood, my nose is bleeding and it’s all over my hands. Wiping it on my nightgown, I hope to see light once again.

THOOMP

“Hurry, bring the boat up on the sand! We don’t got all day.”

I’m guessing that we’ve made it to shore, yet I still feel uneasy.

“What’s in the bag, sir?”

“It’s the *Addon, idiot”

*What the hell is an Addon? Is that code for something?...What are they going to do to me?*

I felt the wave of nausea once again, all these thoughts had mixed in with my anxiety making me blank out once again.

THUMP

“OUCH! WHAT THE HELL?” I abruptly scream, as I’m woken from my slumber.

“BE CAREFUL CHARLES, REMEMBER THE ADDON IS IN THERE!” I hear a loud slap on someone's face, who I’m thinking was this Charles guy.

“IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE PUTTING DOWN A BAG, HOW COULD YOU HANDLE LOCKING UP ONE PERSON!?”

“NO...no sir, I won’t let you down again. You rest I’ll put her in the cell.”

“If you say so…. I have to go check the boat that just came in anyways, there’s another bag to take care of! Hahaha,” I heard he’s feet drop into the sand, as he turned in the opposite direction and walked away, “Don’t mess up or your life is on the line.”

I hear clinking of keys being fumbled in his hands, and a squeaky door opens up. Seamlessly, I feel the bag being ruffled with, and a rope being untied. Soon I see a little hole becoming bigger, from the top of the bag. A man peers in and swiftly grabs my arm with a firm grip, tugging me out of the bag.

“OUCH!,” his tight grip is suffocating my arm. He looks at me for a second, shakes his head, and drags me to the shiny metallic cell.

CLING

A forceful push sent me right into the cell, I didn’t even try to fight back. I knew if I did, that there was a chance that I would've just been killed. With a pleased smirk on his face, he leans in to lock the last lock and says, “Wow, you really are weak.”

I was infuriated. When he was just about to back up from the cell, I reached out and managed to grasp onto one of his arms, pulling him down.

“What did you say,” I felt as if my stare was burning through his soul, while my hands felt utterly warm. He looks as if he’s gasping for air, managing to point with his other hand to his wrist, which I was holding tightly. His skin looks burnt. There is smoke escaping from my hand, I loosen and let go to see his wrist looking very shriveled. Staring at my hands, my right hand is red and smoky while my left looks normal.

“AHH DEMON!” He scrambles to the ground, crawling towards the sea.

SIZZLE

“AHHHHH”, he dips his wrist into the cold sea, to subside the pain. Just watching and seeing his wrist, made me want to puke. I leaned against the bars in the cell, examining both hands once again, watching how both looked normal now, like nothing had even happened. I’m curious if this is another dream of mine, or if this is really real...if i actually did that…

TWEET TWEET

I open my eyes slightly, to notice that I was still locked up, but not on the beach anymore. I was in the Jungle...I think. Surrounded by humongous trees and tons of bird nests. I see multiple tents set up around me in a circle. The camp looks deserted. I don’t hear or see anyone. The only thing I witness, is the sound of my breathing. My stomach feels empty like a bottomless pit, I feel tight and claustrophobic. When all is peaceful in the camp, the silence is broken by a rustling in bushes nearby.

Pitter Patter.

The sound of tiny footsteps shatter through the Jungle floor, leaving barely a sound. They sounded closer every second, I was confused and alone. What could this mysterious sound be? I had no clue as to what was going to jump out of that bush.

It was a boy, tall with jet black hair and brown eyes. He was dressed in tan clothes, with a sword buckled to his side. Cautiously he jumped around and through the campground, he was swift on his feet.

Before totally leaving, he made a quick run through of each tent, searching for any goods. I could see him twitch his nose, searching for food. He was clueless that I was just watching him.

*Oh..no...don’t sneeze Thea...hold it in...Thea-*

ACHOO

A loud sneeze echoed through the perimeter, the boy shifted and turned around smoothly. Looking frantically for the source of the sneeze, he says “bless you.” He tests the wind current, with his fingers and points towards the mountains. Ironically, there I am, in the way of where he was going. Yet he does not acknowledge my presence, and simply walks by. Was he pretending I wasn’t there? Or did he just not care?

*How can he not see me? Am I just delusional or something?*

I ponder. How is it that he didn't see me? I grasp my amulet tightly around my neck and I’m holding it like a warm hug. A light rain starts to begin, the sun melts away and so does the happiness inside of me. I feel very broken inside, I had nowhere to run to. Many hours passed, even though I didn’t know the time, my stomach told me it was time for supper.

I hear footsteps, stomping loudly as a group of men come into view. They were carrying machetes pointing towards the ground, they had smug and arrogant looks on their faces. I wanted to scream at them, but I knew that would not end well. I had to keep myself in a sane mind set, without going overboard. The only thing keeping me in line, was an urge of calmness which came from my amulet.

“Wonder what’s going to happen to this one here, eh?” A man pointed at me and laughed with his group. A figure came through and out of the group, he cracked his knuckles looking eager.

“Nothing, you scum. We actually need someone to be useful around here.” He punched him in the stomach, kicking him to the ground. They all huddled around my cell, looking down upon me as if I was a peasant and they were the royal family.

“Look at this dirty little rat! Is that what we should call her? How could she even be an Addon?” One of the men spoke aloud to me, and laughed with his friends. “If anyones the rat, then it would be you! You can’t just keep people in cages! It’s just plain wrong!” Without thinking I responded back in an annoyed tone. I watched as his face went from jokingly to angry. Luckily, I was in a cell, so he could not get to me. I slowed my breath and came to a calm state, as he brushed off the comment I had made. Pulling him back from trying to hurt me, they headed to their separate tents.

Darkness had fallen, the stars shone down on me. Hunger took over my being, and I felt an oozing liquid on my lip. Touching delicately with my hands, I see blood on my fingers. Using my nightgown I smear the blood on it and dry off of my hands. Even in the darkness, I noticed multiple rips and dirt marks upon my night gown.

Rain, began to pour. I was not even the slightest cold. Funny as it was, I never really got cold and I never knew exactly why. The drops of the rain hitting the trees was a very relaxing sound. I started to fall into a deep sleep. The usual nightmare started. I was running through a jungle, similarly it looked like the one I was in right now. But this time the figure beside me has a slightly familiar and blurred face. My mind traced back to the the many faces, that I had seen on the island and back home. Multiple people come to mind, but I was awoken soon enough.I wake up to my cell being shaken and wobbly. .

CLUNK

I banged my head on the ground, I don’t know for how long I had been lying there. I rubbed my eyes and stretched, the world was blurry at first. My eyes settled on my surroundings, I looked around the find someone staring at me.

“AH-”, my mouth was covered in mid screaming by the stranger. “Don’t speak and most importantly don’t scream”, his voice was sharp and quiet. He reached for my hand, helping me up from the ground. I had two choices, follow this mysterious boy or sit back in my cell. Of course I’d rather find some place else to survive. So I held onto his hand tightly, as he guided me to his hideout. He had instructed for me to close my eyes, I guess he thought that I might betray him.

“You can open your eyes”, his voice sounded a little worried, yet pleased. I could sense he was a little tense, lately I could sense people's emotions. It was like I was emotionally connected to some certain people, including my father and this strange boy. I settled into one of the many treehouse that were there, and washed up in the nearby waterfall. The sun started rise, another day had gone by on this weird island. I dried off, still in my nightgown on the rocky beach. Heading back to the treehouse, I embraced the exquisite nature.

My father had loved to be outside with me, which hurt the most, because he was so far away from me. I didn’t even know if he was still alive or if I would ever go back home. “Sorry, I was just cleaning off-” I stop myself in my tracks, my feet sinking in the mud. There are five guards, one holding the mysterious boy by his collar, holding him up. Their backs are facing me, I cover my mouth and move into the bushes. The guards look back to see who was talking, luckily I was already hidden. Grasping onto my amulet I calmly breathe, making my way through the bushes as quietly as I can.

They start leaving, swinging the boy over their shoulder, leaving the campus quickly. Without thinking, I run onto the grassy area where they had been, and climbed to my treehouse in which I was staying in. I noticed that they had trashed every house, including mine. Luckily, I had not left anything valuable in my room. On the way out of the campus, I noticed an extra area, it was a shed. Peeking inside, I noticed a bow and arrow. Obviously I had never used one, but my mind and heart said that I could do it. You don’t know until you try it!

Strapping the bow on my back and the satchel bag full of arrows, I head down the road which the guards had taken. It was my choice to go after the boy, after all he did save my life. Following leftover footprints in the wet mud, I took a quick break to have a sip of water from a stream. As I drank, I felt close to nature, like it was there to protect me, as if we were one. Touching the water gracefully, I waved my hand in the current, closing my eyes I concentrated on the water. Taking breathing moments, I opened my eyes to find water floating above me. Astonished and shocked I lost concentration, the water bubble broke splashing my entire body.

SPLOOSH

I was soaked, but had to keep going on my journey. I felt attached to him, I felt like we had bonded in the limited time given. I recreate the past experiences of how, I had done two unimaginable impossible things. First burning a man's arm, and then controlling the shape and form of water. Staring into the big treed jungle, I brace myself for what could be up ahead. Not too far away in the wooded area, I could hear shallow and low voices.

“Yah, you think you're so brave! Ha not in the slightest! You're just step 1 of our plan, and soon we won’t need you anymore.”

Strategically I start to aim my arrow, pointing it towards the ground for safety. I hide behind a tree, to get a better shot from far away. Aligning my arrow with one of the noticeable guards, I start to pull back the bow string. I concentrate hard on the arrow, watching it hit my target.

SHOOM

Piercing his heart, he falls to the ground. I draw back another arrow, shooting the second guard in the head. Both lay dead on the ground, I scurry past and hide in the bushes farther ahead. I make out a net hanging high, someone is up there. I scoot through the bushes farther, until I see a clean image...it's the boy…

Two guards arise from the shadows, finding the two guards dead on the ground. One guard stays standing by the hanging net, while the other inspects the shot guards. Trying to pull the arrow out, I hesitantly aim and shoot him. He falls to the ground, from his knees to a face plant.

THUD

The other guard rushes over from his position, looking around the area. He’s emotionless yet aggravated. I take a moment to listen to the call of nature, the sound of birds high and animals growling.

Grasping my bow I align my aim and pull back. My eyes are focused on the rope which hold the net together.

PEW

Slicing through the rope, the net breaks open. The cause of the boys fall made energy circulate my body, I sprinted faster than ever before. Like there was an electrical current passing throughout my body.

WHOOSH

I was fast enough and somehow I was stronger. I run back with him in my arms like a newborn baby. I lean him down and he wakes up astonished. I wink and usher him to the way out. He gave me a look of gratitude.

“We’ve got each others back, always?” I question as we run out, passing the dead bodies. We both give a grim smirk. He speaks quickly as we run into the distance, “yeah.”

*GUN SHOT*

“AYOFF” I fall to the ground, I had been shot in the shoulder. It stung for a moment, but I quickly propped myself up and kept running. The feeling in my arm came back quickly, like it had already healed. I couldn’t explain what happened on this island. But I still felt strange, my past memories fluttered around my head. I felt like I was in my nightmare, like I had been seeing the future and this was my destiny. It was our destiny. To never stop running.

THE END

*Addon:

An Addonexus is a creature of lore that is originally human at birth but if they are born on the day of a solar eclipse and when the Halley's Comet is in the sky they become gifted with abilities.

They can heal very fast.

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