#earlier this year was the pants and shorts restock and it feels so good to have stuff that i can guarantee fits day in and day out again

[knight-of-ashes]

I have successfully acquired sweaters for the winter and now I think it's time to restock my flannels

[undertalethingems]

Bark at the Moon Chapter 16: Troubled Present, Troubled Past

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Rating, Setting: Gen, Pre-canon

Chapter Warnings: None

Chapter Summary: The brothers seek Alphys' help--but that means revisiting bad memories.

Papyrus stretched to his full length, neck straight, arms extended, tail flicking out behind him. All in all, he was easily twice as long as his couch--he didn't remember this form being so long, but then, perhaps he'd grown since those days in the lab years ago. Refreshed, he stood back up, shook out his bones, and gave a short huff. He had to focus. He was going to try something he'd nearly given up on, and he could only hope the time away had renewed his ability to do so. He focused inward, feeling out the vibrant flux of energy within him that gave him life and strength. If he could just nudge the right bit into place...

The door clattered open and Undyne bustled in, bags of fresh groceries looped over her arms. "Heya, Papyrus! I got you all the stuff on the list, I figured I'd have an easier time carrying it than you."

Papyrus snapped his eyes open. "Ah, thank you Undyne! I'm sure I could have managed, but that's very thoughtful of you. Sans will be happy to hear he's restocked on ketchup, no doubt!"

"Oh yeah. They had a sale on the big ones, so he should be good for a while," Undyne replied with a laugh.

"Oh no--I never get those for him, he sees it as an excuse to go through them too fast! Oh well, I suppose we'll count it as a treat."

Undyne laughed again. "Wow, you know, I think you guys are the only people I know of who run out of something because you get more of it than you need."

"It is ridiculous, isn't it?" Papyrus agreed. "But, that's just how Sans is."

"How's he doing? Any more nightmares?"

"No, thankfully. I finally got him to sleep in his room again--he's napping now."

"That's good," Undyne said, joining him in the living room now that she'd set things down. "What's the plan for today? You up for doing puzzle maintenance yet?"

Papyrus frowned, flexing his hands. "Maybe inspection, but unfortunately, I don't think my fingers are quite up to the task! They're much better than they were, but I still haven't been able to manage writing again, much less the dexterity of an expert puzzle engineer... Like I used to be..."

Undyne patted his shoulder. "Hey, you'll get it, you just gotta keep working right? Actually, that reminds me--I've been meaning to ask you guys... I've been wondering if maybe Doctor Alphys could help figure out why you're stuck. I dunno how much she'll be able to tell you, but she's super smart and it's gotta be better than nothing."

Papyrus mulled over the suggestion. "It's worth a try! I was actually trying to change back before you came in."

"Oh geez, sorry if I interrupted..."

"Well, you did, but I don't think it was working anyway," Papyrus said with a huff. "I really don't understand why it's so stubborn!"

"Then let's go see Alphys!" Undyne said cheerfully. "I was actually messaging her about it earlier, and she said she's free, so if you're ready I don't see why we should wait any longer."

He leapt to his feet. "Then let's go! Oh, I suppose it'll interrupt Sans' nap... Well! He can sleep later! This is important!"

Papyrus charged upstairs, excited by the prospect of making a breakthrough. While he'd grown to be comfortable in his beastly form, there was still much he missed about the other shape he could assume. If nothing else, he just wanted to know how to shift between the two again, and Undyne was right--trying to figure it out on their own hadn't worked. It was time to call in another brilliant mind.

"Sans! Sans, wake up--"

He got a weary growl in response.

"I know, I'm sorry--but listen! Doctor Alphys wants to help us figure out why we're stuck, and I'm not waiting a moment longer! I know it's not a priority for you, but..."

At this, Sans opened both eyes to look at him, then pushed himself up and shook before lumbering out of bed. Ever since they'd gotten him back--really gotten him back--he'd been making more of an effort to accompany him in whatever he was doing, even if he didn't participate. Papyrus was just happy to see him up and about, and he supposed that was why Sans did it--but he seemed better for it, and it meant he shuffled after him as he lead the way back downstairs.

It was a short jaunt to the Riverperson, who looked them over before muttering something about wearing more pants. They shifted to make room as the trio clambered in, and in moments the boat was speeding to Hotland. Papyrus hadn't taken the ferry in ages--it was thrilling to watch the water whip past and feel the wind weave through his bones. Sans seemed to be enjoying it too, laying with his head on the boat's rim and watching the world--their tiny corner of it, anyway--go by.

Hotland's warmth could be felt long before they reached the dock. Undyne dipped her arms into the river, splashing water over her face and fins in preparation before they disembarked. They bid farewell to the Riverperson, then headed for the stairs. Papyrus winced--he'd forgotten how strongly it smelled of sulfur here, and there were other scents as well--sharp, metallic, the essence of molten rock.

It was the first thing he'd smelled after escaping the lab.

The lab.

It was at the top of those stairs. It was where the Royal Scientist worked. Where things got made. Tested. Broken.

Papyrus continued walking, ignoring the pit of dread that lay between his ribs. He knew that Alphys would never hurt them. She was a brilliant scientist, but also a good person who'd given him a puzzle for his route despite barely knowing him only a few months ago. He knew this. She was friends with Undyne, and he trusted Undyne would never befriend a cruel person. It would be fine. They would be fine.

They crested the top of the stairs, and the lab loomed. Papyrus tried not to stare up at the structure as they approached, its plain white walls tinted pink by the glowing lava roiling below. White, white walls...

They approached the entrance and the door slid open, making him jump. Sans looked over at him, and he pretended not to know what he was curious about. He had to keep it together--he'd wanted this, it'd be silly to go back now! Only Alphys worked here anymore, not him. She was stepping out now, somehow looking happy and nervous at the same time.

"Hiya Alphys!" Undyne greeted brightly--Papyrus noted she was wearing a softer than usual, but no less wide, smile, and tried to focus on that. "We finally made it! It's good to see you."

Alphys smiled, but her hands fidgeted. "Um, yeah, ha ha... it's g-good to see you t-too... Did... you guys have a good ride over...?"

"It was very short!" Papyrus blurted out, unsure whether he'd sounded cheerful. He wasn't going to think about it.

"Yeah, the Riverperson was all like 'whoosh'," Undyne elaborated, striking a pose the Riverperson definitely hadn't. "It's like they knew we're on an important mission!"

Alphys started. "R-right! Important, ah hah... um... So, do you guys... want to come in?"

"Yeah! That's where the magic happens, right?" Undyne said, and Alphys looked like the pink tint to her scales had nothing to do with the lava.

"I-it's, um, science, but... yeah! You're right, um, let's go in... Th-though, I haven't cleaned, I'm sorry, it's a h-hot mess..." she trailed, then added, very softly, "like me."

"Hey, don't worry about it," Undyne dismissed with a grin, "considering our favorite hang-out is a literal dump."

Alphys burst out laughing, covering her mouth. Papyrus was glad she and Undyne were having a good time, but it was all he could do to keep quiet when everything inside him was screaming. He just had to not think about it, not remember how he'd been made in the depths of this very building, then pressed and prodded and isolated and hurt--

The others--even his brother, moved to go inside. Papyrus stayed frozen in place, staring after them. How could Sans be going in, didn't he know, didn't he care, he had to--they had to--

He lunged forward, slipping under his brother to hoist him onto his back. Run! Claws scraping as they dug into the dense basalt, he whipped around and surged forward, across the bridge that led back to Waterfall and heedless of anyone's cries. Get out, get out, run! He could feel Sans shift precariously, kicking to get either his attention or keep his balance--it didn't matter which. Papyrus galloped on, breath ragged as he wove through the tunnels that connected Hotland and Waterfall as fast as his legs would carry him.

Run, keep going, get somewhere safe, get far, far away--a feeling, more than words, spurred him on, even when he felt the weight on his back disappear. A familiar crevice loomed, and without a thought he leapt, vaulting up the walls and scrambling down the narrow passage at the top.

A safe place, a place to rest, a place to hide.

-

Sans shook himself out, panting; he'd only clipped from his brother's shoulders moments ago, but Papyrus had long since disappeared down the dim passage. His chest was sore where his brother's spines had interlocked with his ribs; while it had held him in place, it was hardly comfortable, and Sans winced as he trotted after his brother, trying to catch his breath. He gave a ragged howl, trying to call him back--they'd been ok, the man was long gone, they didn't have to be afraid anymore...

Sans had noticed his brother was jumpy, on edge since they'd set foot in Hotland--but he hadn't expected him to run like this, and he was worried. Was his brother going to disappear again? Would he be alone? Had all their effort been for nothing...?

He tried to utter another howl, but the call trailed as he staggered to a halt, exhausted. He still hadn't fully recovered from their stint in the forest, and didn't have the strength to keep running. All he could do was sit miserably in a pool of shallow water, trying to breathe and steady the magic racing in his chest. And if he was honest, Waterfall was putting him on edge. It was where the flower had kidnapped him, taken him from his brother when he needed him most, worn him down to instincts and spite, then tried to ruin their lives. He growled at the memory, then shook his head. It was no use dwelling on the past.

Heavy footsteps sounded from the passage behind him, and he turned to see Undyne and Alphys pounding towards him. They caught up, and regrouped.

"You okay?" Undyne asked breathlessly, and he nodded, giving a low hoot as he looked down the passage in the direction his brother had run.

"Gotcha. I guess we just keep looking for him... Any idea why he ran? I thought he was all for this..."

That would be hard to answer. Sans knew what said answer was, but he wasn't about to relay it. He shrugged.

"O-obviously," Alphys wheezed, "s-something about the lab scared him, if he ran."

Undyne sagged, then turned to him. "Do you guys always run from your problems? 'Cause this is getting kinda ridiculous."

Sans sighed. He'd been called out, but usually the running wasn't so literal. It was getting ridiculous at this point.

"Eh, whatever. Hopefully he hasn't gone too far. C'mon."

"Just," Alphys gasped, holding up a finger as she clutched at her chest, "j-just one sec--eep!"

Undyne hefted her up on one shoulder, then looked to Sans. "You need a ride too?"

He narrowed his eyes, chuffing with laughter. Alphys looked like she might faint--Undyne really had swept her off her feet. He was gonna ruin it.

He cut right above Undyne's other shoulder and grinned at the little lizard as he landed, who only squirmed more in embarrassment--but her crush was obvious, and he was always up for some good-natured teasing. Undyne only grunted, clearly weirded out by his sudden appearance even as she braced him with her other hand.

"Ugh, I am never going to get used to that. Okay you nerds, let's go."

She took off, picking up speed and sending up plumes of water as she barreled through puddles and streams. All the while, Sans kept an eye out--he'd never be good for what he'd been made to do, but he still had all the skills. Even as Undyne sped along, his keen vision let him spot important details. Deep scrapes in the mud, a smeared footprint, scattered stones--Papyrus had definitely come through--

And then Undyne skidded as she turned to face the wall--but it wasn't a wall, it was a ravine, and Sans noted the fresh mud that dotted the rock face, leading upwards. If he craned his neck, he could just make out a dark spot some twenty feet up--the entrance to a tunnel. Undyne didn't seem surprised to see it.

"Huh... Hold on guys, this is gonna be tricky with both hands full."

She backed up to take a running start--but Sans did some very fast thinking. The right number flashed in his mind--and they were standing at the top of the cliff, right at the passage entrance. Undyne quivered beneath him--then set them both down as she dropped to her knees.

"O-okay. I... am REALLY never getting used to that," she uttered, looking shaken.

Sans couldn't help but chuff again, and clapped her on the shoulder with a clumsy paw before turning to venture down the hidden passage. Lowering his snout to the floor, he sniffed rhythmically, taking in the trail. Wet mud, lingering sulfur, what they'd had for lunch--it was all there. He gave a short bark to the ladies who still hung back in shock, then began making his way down the narrow tunnel, ducking and weaving through its twists and turns. Soon, the light filling the passage wasn't coming from his own eyes--the tunnel opened up into a grandiose cavern, studded with outcrops of enormous, glowing crystals.

But Sans didn't care about the scenery. His brother sat on the edge of a small, clear lake on the far side of the cave, and Sans could hear him shuddering from where he stood at the entrance. He warbled after him, but Papyrus only flinched and dipped his head. Sans sighed, and ambled over to sit beside him.

Finally, Papyrus drew a shaky breath and spoke. "...I'm sorry for running, brother. I tried not to--I tried really, really hard! B-but... that place... there's so many bad memories... I couldn't let us go back there... I couldn't...."

Sans crooned sadly. He understood completely. Going back to the lab and reliving those memories had instigated his own transformation; Papyrus had every reason to despise and fear the place, to want nothing to do with it ever again. He'd been brave to even consider it, and Sans didn't blame him for being overwhelmed at the last moment. Sans sighed, and bumped his head against his brother's leg.

"I don't know what to do, Sans. Undyne, Alphys... what are they going to think...? I ran away for... for no reason, as far as they know..."

Sans stared out across the lake for a while... then turned to him with a firm expression, hoping his brother would understand. Even if the man who'd made them was long gone, the consequences of his actions were still around--and it wasn't fair to make Undyne and Alphys deal with them without knowing the full story. It was time to stop running.

Papyrus studied him, then looked away nervously. "I can't. I can't, Sans. Not after I tried to forget. Not without you... to help... say things..."

Sans huffed, then warbled a long, meandering cry. He didn't have his voice, even if he had a lot of his thoughts back. It couldn't be him. He looked back at his brother pointedly, then nuzzled him again. He knew Papyrus could do it, and Unydne and Alphys would be here soon. It was now or never.

Papyrus gave a shuddering breath. "Where do I even start, brother? What do I say? What if they don't treat us like real monsters anymore, what if they tell everyone--"

Sans batted gently at his brother's snout, continuing to give him a steady gaze. Papyrus stared back, and slowly--he seemed to calm down. He just needed to trust him on this.

"If... If you're sure, Sans," Papyrus finally said, and he responded with an affirming grunt.

"O-okay. Okay... I'll... I'll do it. They're our friends. I can do this."

Sans leaned into him again, then turned as footsteps finally echoed behind them. Undyne and Alphys emerged looking a little worse for wear, but smiles crossed their faces as they saw the brothers were alright.

"Sorry we took so long," Unyne called, sounding breathless, "but Alphys got stuck a couple times and I had to punch some rocks to get her loose."

"That's alright," Papyrus replied. "I... needed some time to straighten my bones out anyway."

Undyne snorted at the phrase. "Hey, I'm just glad to see you're okay. I'm also glad you only ran here, and not to the middle of nowhere again."

"N-no, I didn't want to do that again," Papyrus replied with a wincing smile. "I don't think Sans would be very happy with me. Not to mention, I wouldn't be happy with me."

Sans barked confirmation.

"Well, that's good, but I just... I dunno why you guys keep running away like that," Undyne said as she finally approached, Alphys only a few paces behind her. "I've been worried about you ever since Sans first said you were missing. You say it's fine, but... you keep running, so after everything that's happened I don't know that it is."

Papyrus wore a bittersweet smile. "It's not."

Sans could hear how much it hurt him to admit the truth, and even Undyne seemed surprised.

"What... what's going on then, Papyrus?"

He shut his eyes and began trembling again, his breathing hard. Sans looked up at him, then leaned into his side, applying a steadying pressure. His brother could do this, he knew he could--and he'd be there supporting him all the way. It took a while, but slowly, Papyrus calmed enough to speak again.

"Um... Y-you... you might want to sit down. There's. Th-there's a lot I have to tell you. I... I haven't... We haven't been entirely honest with you... a-and for that, I'm very, extremely sorry."

Undyne and Alphys exchanged looks, then slowly sat on the cave floor.

"It's okay Papyrus. Go on," Undyne encouraged.

Papyrus drew a deep breath, steeling his nerves--then spoke. "What we said back when all this started was true--I really have been able to switch between forms all my life. But. That. Is about it. Because... the rest of the truth is painful. Very painful. We... we didn't want to scare you, or upset you, or... change what you thought of us. By telling the truth."

"What do you mean?" Undyne questioned, voice low.

Papyrus shifted anxiously, looking to the floor as he continued. "I... I've been running, and I ran away from the lab today... because that's where we were made."

"Made?!" Undyne burst, while Alphys stared in disbelief.

"Wh... what d-do you mean, made?" she pressed. "H-here, in the lab? Who? Wh-when?! How?! Er--s-sorry, I j-just, I'm sure you'll get to that, I'll be quiet..."

Papyrus gave her a weak smile,  then closed his eyes to begin. "Y-you see... A long time ago... but not very long... there was a man. A scientist. Who thought monsters needed weapons that could think for themselves. At least... that's what I gathered. U-um... my memory of it isn't very good..."

Sans didn't know much more about it than that himself, though he knew Papyrus remembered a fair amount more than that. But the reason for their creation... why the man had made the choices he did...? They knew why they'd been made, but not really why, and maybe they never would.

"Th-that's okay," Alphys assured, "j-just keep going with what you do remember."

Papyrus nodded, then continued. "S-so, after a lot of work... this man... made Sans. B-but... Sans wasn't what he wanted. He was weak, small... and too clever for his own good."

Sans uttered a smug snort. He'd cheated at a fair few puzzles back in the day. It was a solution, wasn't it? But their creator had never really wanted weapons that could think for themselves. He just wanted creatures that could follow his orders. He never had gotten it right--as Papyrus was about to explain.

"S-so, the man kept working, and after a while... he made me! But, little did he know, I was also too clever! And he, in fact, had made a terrible mistake. You see... we weren't supposed to be monsters. We weren't supposed to have souls."

"Weren't... supposed to..." Undyne echoed, brows knit.

"Yeah," Papyrus affirmed, nervously. "It was pretty awkward for him. But, he had work to do, so, it, didn't stop him."

"S-stop him... from... god. God. Dammit. He experimented on you?!" Alphys burst, hands slapping to the cave floor and surprising all of them. "He--and you--you were his kids, technically! And he didn't--oh my god. I can't--! I... I'm s-so sorry--no wonder you didn't want to go into the lab... It must mean so many awful things to you... god.... He didn't care..."

She wasn't wrong. Sans' earliest memory of the place was being locked in a barren kennel and left alone for a few days. What he'd been made to endure when most monsters were learning to talk and play... It was a wonder either of them had coped as well as they had.

"Well, it wasn't so bad sometimes!" Papyrus replied brightly. "Many of the tests were just solving puzzles or running obstacle courses, and it was always nice when we got to do things together. That always made the other tests a little more bearable."

Sans nodded, then leaned a little harder into his brother's side, uttering a reassuring croon, and Papyrus returned the gesture. As long as they were together, they could get through anything. That had always proven true--back then, and now as well.

"O-other... tests... like...?" Alphys asked, out of morbid curiosity, and Papyrus balked--but obliged. He made a face, and took a deep breath before answering.

"W-well, they were unpleasant, to say the least. I don't even know what all of them were for... Samples, o-of the insides of my bones... taking my soul and stretching my magic thin to look at it better... seeing if I needed sleep or food... Just to name a few! Wowie, I'm glad those are over..."

He shook himself out to relieve the stress, and Sans couldn't blame him. The doctor had been reluctant to test him so rigorously due to his poor stats... at first. But he remembered the needles, and too-bright lights, and pain even as someone used healing magic on him just so he wouldn't die. He'd never understood the point of it. Papyrus was shivering now, and he could only continue to press against him to comfort him.

"H-he... he really didn't care then," Alphys said quietly. "A-and I th-thought my mistakes were...  God... What did he do when he found out you guys could change forms?"

"I remember it clearly!" Papyrus replied. "He was utterly speechless. We'd surprised him with our abilities before, but this was completely unprecedented! However, it was not a discovery that made him happy."

"I... I bet not..." Alphys huffed bitterly.

"No wonder you guys were so desperate to change back," Unydne stated, looking somber. "This wasn't something you wanted, and now you're trapped like this... Knowing why they exist now, I take back everything I said about these forms being cool. I'm sorry..."

Papyrus shook his head. "No no! It's okay Undyne--not only did you not know, but despite everything, I think they're cool too! No other monsters have this ability, and while there's a lot that makes living in this shape hard, there's lots of things it's better at! I can run faster, my senses are improved, my reactions are quicker--as long as I keep myself sharp, I have all of that plus my regular charms! We can't help how we were made or what happened to us, but... we can at least try to be proud of what we are. And that's not what the man wanted us to be."

He looked to Sans, and he gave him another reassuring coo.

"Wow... that's really brave of you," Undyne said quietly. "I'm glad you guys got out of there in one piece then. I... don't know if I could have gotten through something like that."

Papyrus offered a nervous smile. "We didn't really know it could be any different. At least. Not at first. But, the man had assistants, and they'd talk... they didn't know we were listening, so... we learned quite a lot from their careless chatter!"

Undyne shook her head in disbelief. "Still, no one should ever go through anything like that... But, I guess there's just one last thing I really want to know... One burning question. Tell me where this guy is... so I can KICK HIS A--er, his BEHIND, all the way out of this sorry mountain."

Papyrus managed a weak laugh. "I appreciate your feelings... As it is, his behind has already been kicked."

"So, where is he? H-how... how come I've never heard of him? Was it covered up?" Alphys asked, eyes darting as if secret agents might pop out of the shadows.

At this, Sans sat up to make an exploding motion with his claws, and the two ladies frowned.

"An explosion? But nothing down here's ever exploded," Undyne reasoned, then wore a sheepish smile as a thought came to her. "At least, not any huge explosions that, uh, killed anyone."

"What Sans is referring to," Papyrus explained, "is both an explosion and implosion."

The two ladies looked at him skeptically.

"Um, so... we only ever heard bits and pieces, and a lot of it didn't make sense until we looked into it later... and we still don't know everything. But... the man and his assistants often talked about their other work, thinking we wouldn't understand them. One of their projects... was some kind of time manipulator. One day, their experiments with it... went wrong."

Sans made the exploding motion again--this time wearing a smug expression.

"You exploded him?" Unydyne surmised, incredulous.

"Only sort of!" Papyrus hastily deflected. "I only activated the machine. Sans threw him in. And! It's not like we knew it would explode! I don't remember much of the fight, or what happened after... but, we woke up, and the lab was broken and empty. There were no assistants, no doctor... It was empty."

"Wow. Well, I'm glad he's gone," Undyne said, sitting back, "even if I don't get to bring him to justice personally."

"What'd you do next? I-I mean, you must have escaped, b-but..." Alphys urged, and Papyrus nodded.

"Naturally! It ... was kind of scary, actually. We'd gotten separated in the eximplosion, and didn't find one another until well after we'd both made our way out. But, it was funny--we both came to the same conclusions, didn't we Sans?"

Sans nodded.

"That's right! We both, independently, realized... that no one else knew about the lab, the doctor, or his helpers. It was like they'd never existed--only we knew the truth. So we hid, and watched--and ever so deftly inserted ourselves into regular society! We also swore to ourselves--never again would we wear beastly forms. That no one remembered or knew made it that much easier to pretend none of it ever happened, so when we finally reunited, we... never mentioned what had separated us."

Sans nodded again, then snorted. A lot of good that had done them.

"So... that's the whole story, huh? Wow..." Undyne uttered. "I was a little mad that you'd lied to me about this, but... when it's something so big, and complicated... Man. I don't know that I wouldn't have done the same thing."

"Y... yeah..." Alphys trailed, seeming like she had a lot on her mind. "You felt like hiding everything, from everyone... was your only option."

"Even from Sans, huh?"

Papyrus nodded, looking somber. "Yes. I ran... that first time... because I didn't want to remind Sans, and put him through those memories too. I didn't know what, if anything, he remembered. A-and, if he didn't, then I didn't want to scare him by suddenly not being myself... I didn't want to come back until I wasn't a weapon anymore."

"Geez," Undyne uttered. "Yeah, I can kind of see why you'd think running was your best option."

"Yes, well, it didn't work," Papyrus huffed. "I know that now--though, Sans, why did you stay away after you escaped Undyne's visit? You left, and I..."

Sans' heart twisted, and he buried his head into his brother's chest with an apologetic warble. He hadn't meant to leave him alone. One day, he'd find that flower and pay him back for that. He seemed to be very good at returning favors.

"Well, you can tell me later," Papyrus sighed, then turned to look back at Undyne and Alphys. "So... now you know. We're... not... really monsters... the way anyone else is."

"Wh--no way!" Undyne blurted. "You have souls the same as the rest of us! So you were part of some weird, secret experiment, so what?! You guys are twice the monster that guy was."

Sans squinted, then laughed, and both Undyne and Papyrus glared at him.

"Oh my god! I didn't mean literally."

Alphys snorted. "W-well, I'm just glad he can joke about it. I can't even begin to imagine everything you guys went through... but now I want to help you even more! B-but... I understand if you don't want to go near the lab again. M-maybe I can make whatever I need portable..."

"Do whatever your brilliant mind thinks is best! I'm still a little nervous, but..."

"Hey man, c'mere," Undyne said, leaning forward to give him a hug. "Thanks for telling us, and... trusting us, I guess. I know it wasn't easy."

"Thank you... f-for being our cool friends," Papyrus replied, clearly trying not to cry. "I... I'm very glad... and I--I can't speak for him, but I think Sans is too."

Papyrus looked down at him, and Sans nodded. He hadn't wanted their secret to get out either, but now that it was--to people they could trust, at least--it felt like a little more weight had lifted from him. He turned to study Undyne and Alphys; they both looked sad, and he hated it--happiness was scarce down here. But maybe happiness didn't always let you move forward.

"Hey, what else are friends good for?" Undyne replied. "We'll be behind you every step of the way, cheering you on! I think I said it before, but I'm gonna say it again: I WON'T REST until BOTH of you are back where you want to be. I don't care if that's running around as a dragon-horse-dog-thing or on two legs as long as you guys are happy. That's all I care about."

Alphys nodded quickly. "Me too! I, um, know we're not as close, but... Hearing all this, everything you guys went through... Like Undyne said, I'm glad you trusted us. I... I need to, um... take care of some things first, I think... b-but, if you still want m-my help... w-well, I'll do what I can, okay?"

Papyrus shut his eyes gratefully. "Thank you. Sorry I, er, interrupted today's, things... But! That doesn't mean we can't try again! I won't be defeated yet! I am undefeatable!"

They couldn't help but chuckle at his optimism--it was a welcome sight, and Sans nuzzled him again before flopping dramatically to the cave floor. He hoped no one minded if he called this day a wash and napped.

"Sans, however, may be defeatable. He'd certainly defeated by lots of activity," Papyrus commented, earning more laughter.

"Well hey--maybe we shouldn't do any like, sciency stuff, but maybe we could still hang out, watch a movie or something," Undyne suggested, perking up, and Alphys lit up.

"O-oh! I know it's, um, inside the lab, but! We could watch on my big computer screen! I don't know if you like human TV shows b-but I found a new one in the dump the other day and I've been meaning to watch it, it sounds really interesting--! B-but! If you guys want to watch something else, th-that's fine too, I can watch it some other time--or we can do something else, we don't have to go in the lab, ha ha..."

Papyrus furrowed his brow, deep in thought--then stood. "No. You know what? Let's do it! I want to make memories of the lab that don't involve horrible torture!"

Undyne choked on her laughter. "Oh my god Papyrus. That's one way to tackle it!"

"And this is another!" He pounced on her, and they tussled while Alphys and Sans watched with amusement. Undyne emerged the victor this time, dragging Papyrus behind her in a headlock as she walked up to them, beaming.

"Alright, now that that's settled, should we head back?"

"Sure," Alphys giggled, getting to her feet, "though hopefully it involved less running. And squeezing."

"What, you think the rock's just gonna grow back?" Undyne teased, ignoring Papyrus' grunts as he tried to free himself. "We shouldn't have any trouble getting out, so I don't know what you're worried for."

"F-fair point," Alphys giggled. "Guess we should get started, then..."

Sans looked up from where he still lay on the cavern floor, and did some quick calculations. It would be hard, but...

The room flickered.

They were in Alphys' lab, right in front of the computer. Sans panted--moving that many numbers took a lot out of him. But so did walking all the way back.

"Sans!" Papyrus scolded, finally breaking free of Undyne's grip now that she was too stunned to maintain it. "You can't just keep shortcutting everywhere! It's very lazy! And what's worse, you've subjected all of us to said laziness! You're going to become a bad influence!"

Sans laughed despite being short of breath. He wasn't sure, but it seemed likely Papyrus was the only other person who had even a chance of doing that kind of thing--and he wasn't about to start. Besides, it was too fun to use it to mess with people to ever stop.

"W-well, it, certainly saved us a lot of time," Alphys wheezed. "I'd ask, questions, b-but I don't even know where to start, ha ha... Not to mention he still can't talk..."

Sans snorted. He wasn't giving up all his secrets today.

"Let's. Watch something," Undyne forced out, choosing to ignore the matter for now. "I dunno about anyone else but I'm ready to relax."

"Agreed! And, I have to say, the lab looks... pretty different, so I'm not feeling so scared," Papyrus said, slowly sitting. "It's amazing what cartoon characters in frilly pink dresses will do for the mood of a place!"

"H-hey!"

Sans listened to the banter as they set up the computer and argued over what to watch; he didn't care much either way and knew he'd fall asleep well before the halfway point anyway. All that mattered was that his brother's fear had faded, and he was laughing and playing again. In the very place that had caused him--both of them--so much pain... They were taking something back, after so much had been taken from them.

It felt like a turning point.

But he was too weary to think about it. Alphys had brought down a conveniently-folding couch and tossed them some blankets to get cozy, and they'd all settled in to watch some of her human movie collection. As the opening theme of the first film rose, Sans let his eyes drift closed. There'd be time for serious matters later--and at least for now, there was nothing to fear.

[wolvesandfoxes25]

What we want:

Chapter 15

(It gets dirtyy people. ;))

“You’re staring, Ino.”

The blonde just flung her hands up, rolling her eyes.

“Well, excuse me forehead for being concerned about you!” She snapped.

Sakura just raised an eyebrow.

“I mean, come on Sakura. You had a-“

“I’m aware of what I went through, okay?” Sakura interrupted, grabbing her tea cup, trying to hide the trembling in her fingers.

Ino just eyed her, mouth firmly shut now.

Silence.

“I just want to move on. I need to for my sake, and for Sarada’s. I wasn’t that far along anyway.” Sakura shrugged.

Ino only shook her head.

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t make the loss hurt any less.”

Sakura sighed, but didn’t respond.

 

 

Naruto was staring out his office window, when a knock on the door brought him around.

Kakashi.

“Lord Hokage? Am I interrupting anything?” Kakashi asked, followed by a light blanch behind his mask.

The blonde shook his head.

“Just thinking about Sakura. Last I saw her was over two weeks ago. Her and Ino have been working on Kyona’s case notes, waiting on him to show some sign of waking up. Which he’s not. And it’s really…it’s bringing her down.”

Kakashi nodded, dropping into a chair across from Naruto’s desk.

“Anything on Hinata?”

Naruto just shrugged.

“Heard she’s been seen around town, looking particularly happy. Her new job is treating her well, I’ve looked into some of the stuff they’ve had her do.”

Kakashi listened.

“Bolt and Himawari are staying with me tomorrow, so I have to start leaving earlier later on in the week.”

Silence.

Naruto rubbed his temples, willing his fifth upcoming headache of the day away.

It never helped.

“Well, I’m not sure it’s my business, but how is Sakura doing after the uh-the miscarriage?”

Naruto just looked at him.

“She’s covering up how she really feels. We’ve talked about it, and she isn’t in bed anymore, which I’m wholly grateful for. Other than that, she’s been trying to move on.”

Kakashi just nodded, feeling the knot that he came in here with start to tighten again.

“Naruto. There’s been a ripple of disturbance outside the village.”

The blondes ears perked up, Kurama stirring.

“What kind of disturbance are we talking about here?”

Kakashi leaned up, reaching up to pull his mask down.

Huh, that’s new.

“So, you’re just taking your mask off willy nilly now?” Naruto asked, eyebrow arching.

Kakashi shrugged, “Well, after nineteen years I think you’re due some face time. And since I don’t go out on missions as much, I don’t see the point of constantly concealing my features anymore.”

Can’t argue with that logic.

“Anyway, what I mean by disturbance is a simple ripple, like when I got thrown into a Tsukuyomi. I’m not quite sure what it is.”

Naruto stared at him for a moment and looked out the window.

Something wasn’t right about this.

“You said it was outside the village?” Naruto asked the silver haired man.

Kakashi nodded, crossing a leg over his knee.

“It was only once, I was coming in from training with some of the younger ninjas and just felt…off.”

Naruto nodded, feeling Kurama stir again.

Welp. Something isn’t right about this.

“Naruto.” Kakashi interjected, and he looked over at the older man, raising an eyebrow towards him.

“Yeah?”

“I haven’t felt it since, maybe it was just a fluke?”

The blonde didn’t believe that though.

He said nothing.

 

Sakura sighed for the thirtieth time, wanting to just get home.

She had spent the majority of her day looking over research notes with Ino. Her sick leave was up tomorrow, and she was trying to restock her kitchen and food.

Grabbing a couple of leaks, Sakura checked her basket, and thanked Kami.

She finally had everything.

Standing up abruptly, she accidentally ran into a person who was walking behind her.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry.” She said, turning to apologize.

Hinata.

Both of the women just stared at the other, and Sakura felt a trickle of uneasiness roll down her spine.

Silence.

The raven haired woman just continued to look at her, white eyes starting to mist over.

Oh Kami, was she going to cry?

Sakura wasn’t sure if she could bear that.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispered firmly, and turned around to leave, when she felt a hand on her elbow.

Sigh.

Turning her head a little, she watched as Hinata put a firm expression on.

“Let’s talk somewhere, please?”

 

 

It was awkward. Oh Kami, was it awkward.

They sat in silence for close to ten minutes, until finally Sakura broke it.

“Hinata. I’m so sorry.” She whispered, feeling the sting of tears start to cloud her eyes.

The Hyuuga nodded softly.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. And I know that sounds really cliche, but, I’m telling you the truth. I swear.”

Hinata nodded again, taking small sip from her tea.

Sighing soundly, she put down her cup gently.

“I understand that you didn’t plan any of this, Sakura. But, I don’t know how you and I can ever be true friends again.”

Sakura bit her lip but nodded, knowing that was coming.

“I know you must hate me, Hinata.”

The darker haired woman shook her head at that, fiddling with her cup.

“I don’t hate like that. Not when I know that feelings can’t be helped between two people.” Hinata muttered, glancing away from the pinkette to stare out the window.

Sakura wanted to ask what that meant, but decided to mind her own business regarding the matter.

 

 

That night, Sakura laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about her conversation with Hinata. They parted on amicable terms, both of them waving slightly and heading off from one another.

Sakura didn’t know how to take any of that, it seemed like nothing had been mended.

She didn’t know if it ever could be.

Knock.

“Why do you always have to climb in my window, Naruto?” She asked in exaggeration, watching the six feet tall man stumble through into her home.

He was such an idiot sometimes.

“I just don’t want to wake Sarada. I don’t want her to be uncomfortable.” He responded, removing his sandals, putting them beside the door.

“She knows pretty much all there is to know. Well, not everything.”

The young Hokage snapped his head towards her, arching an eyebrow.

“Does she really?”

Sakura nodded, shrugging lightly.

“She’s really perceptive, it’s one of her many talents.” Sakura smiled.

Naruto chuckled, leaning back on his elbows, yawning a little bit.

Sakura watched him remove the majority of his clothes, glancing over his body. Kami, he looked so different from the teenage boy he used to be. All of his skin was sun-kissed, his arms and legs lightly smattered with blonde hair. Then there were his muscles, they had only grown firmer, and expansive over his body.

He was nothing short of beautiful.

“Sakura?”

She shook her head, clearing the fog from her mind.

“Were you talking the whole time?”

He nodded, giving her a little smirk.

“What were you thinking about, Sakura?” He asked, feigning innocence.

The pinkette just smiled a little, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Naruto nodded, laying back on the bed again, his muscles bunching up around his stomach, his abdomen flexing in the low light of the room.

His blue eyes never leaving hers, he moved his hand down his stomach, over his thighs and right over his manhood, cupping it in front of her.

Sakura sucked in a breath, feeling heat settle in her belly and burn downwards.

“You wouldn’t.” She said to him, the both of them still locking eyes, her daring him to continue.

He gave a cheeky grin, fingertips grazing over the front of his boxers, teasing the hardening appendage trapped in the cloth.

“Oh, I would, Sakura.” He whispered huskily.

She sucked in a breath, moving over to the door to lock it.

 

“Are you in any pain?” Naruto mumbled against her skin, the two of them making out for the last few minutes.

Sakura shook her head.

“N-No. Since you left last, I’ve stopped bleeding.”

Naruto nodded.

“Any pain?”

Sakura shook her head vigorously, trailing her hand down his chest.

“Good.”

Pushing himself onto his elbows, Naruto grabbed a hold of her legs and pulled her towards him, eliciting a sharp gasp from the woman.

Running his hands up her thigh, he stopped at the button on her pants, flicking his eyes up in permission to continue.

She nodded.

Leaning up, he found her lips with his, managing to get her pants unclasping, shoving them downwards.

 

After they were both nude, the two of them just lay still, kissing over skin and groaning lightly into the night air.

Naruto trailed his lips up, running his tongue over her neck, stopping at the shell of her ear.

“Nngh.” Sakura gasped, clutching his biceps.

Naruto smirked at the sound, feeling a rush of pride alight within him. He loved the sounds he could get her to make.

“Sakura.” He mumbled, shoving his nose into her hair, moving his right hand down her belly and through her soft curls at the base of her womanhood.

Green eyes swept up to meet his gaze, cheeks rosy.

Groaning, he played with her entrance, gathering up the fluid that was going to make his trek inside of here easier.

Sakura lifted her hips, trying to force his finger inside.

Tsking, Naruto pulled away.

“Patience, Sakura.” He growled down at her, watching as a shudder vibrated through her body.

Naruto had plans for her tonight.

Moving down the bed, Naruto ran his hand over her ass, a rising growl from Kurama coming forward.

Pushing it back, he grasped at Sakura’s thighs, flipping her around. Squeaking slightly, Sakura looked back at him over her should, raising an inquisitive brow.

He only smirked, pulling her hips up from the bed.

“What are you doing?” She whimpered, her thighs starting to tremble.

Naruto didn’t answer, kissing her hipbone softly, trailing down to her beautiful, shaking thighs. His tongue following suit after.

Pushing her up a little bit, Naruto’s fingers grabbed at her ass fully, opening her up for him to view every crevice.

Sakura gasped loudly, swiftly biting her tongue.

“Gotta be quiet, Sakura.” Naruto muttered hotly.

Kami, was she beautiful.

He was definitely an ass man.

Her hole was almost hairless, her womanhood itself only covered with a very small amount of hair as well.

Moving out, he watched as the liquid on her essence lay trapped between her folds, beckoning him in.

Dipping low, he licked lightly at her folds, a light gasp hitting his ears from above.

Grunting softly, his hands still gripped at her inner thighs to hold her open, his mouth and tongue tracing her clit and labia over and over again, tremors starting to run entirely through her.

“You taste so damn good.” He told her, kissing her clit, trying to catch as much of her essence as he could.

Sakura whimpered, shoving her hips back against his face, starting to move her hips to his ministrations.

“Yeah, that’s it, Sakura. Get into it for me.”

Kami, he was hard.

But, he had a mission, and this was almost it, but not quite.

Continuing to kiss at her wetness, Naruto moved up and up.

“Oh, oh Kami.” Sakura grit out, feeling his tongue move over her…other area.

Naruto didn’t notice, tonguing at her tightly furled hole, groaning at the noises she was making, her hips riding his face slowly.

Fuck, he had to have her.

Pulling back, Naruto quickly slid a finger into her heat, hissing at the tightness that welcomed him.

“Y-Yes, please. Please, Naruto.” She gasped out, moving up and down his hand, throwing her head back and moaning.

The blonde nodded, swiftly adding a second finger, blue eyes devouring the image of her body taking him in.

Pulling his fingers out gently, Naruto grabbed his manhood, slicking up the pulsating skin, hissing at the contact.

Sakura was whimpering, digging her fingers into the bedspread.

Plunging forward, Naruto pushed his throbbing length through her folds, leaning down to suck at her neck and buck his hips forward, driving himself inside.

“O-Oh.” Sakura gasped.

Naruto lifted himself off of her upper body, sitting back on his haunches, shoving her front into the bed, moving over her quivering form again.

“N-Naruto!” She gasped, pushing her hips back on his dick, gasping and moaning with him as she drove herself towards her pleasure.

“Just like that, Sakura. Take it, take it all.”

She bit her lip, shutting her eyes.

Gripping her wrists in his hands, Naruto watched her body arch into his pelvis, his entire girth buried inside of her, making him want to snarl and dig his fingers into her hips. Shaking his head, he shoved back the possessiveness he felt, feeling Kurama stir.

Welp.

Breed her.

Naruto’s nostrils flared at the pink opening taking him in, sucking in his manhood.

“Yes.” He hissed, setting a faster pace.

Sakura flailed, meeting every thrust of his with her own.

“I’m c-close.” She whimpered.

Naruto growled, pushing his nose into the crook of her neck, feeling the chakra of Kurama take him over.

Fangs elongating, eyes reddening, Naruto sniffed at the spot he had marked before and nibbled at it, keeping up with his constant thrusting.

“Naruto!” Sakura suddenly cried out.

Do it now!

Sinking his fangs into the same spot, Naruto felt as Sakura stilled, and started shaking, rolling her hips sporadically.

“Coming. I’m coming.” She gasped.

And he followed right after her.

 

Sakura was snuggled up to him, drawing lazy circles on his stomach.

“Are you going to do that every time?”

Naruto looked over at her, feeling a wave of unease fall over him.

“The biting?”

Sakura nodded.

“I-I don’t have to do it, if it makes you uncomfortable, Sakura. O-Or if it hurts, does it hurt?” He rambled.

Sakura sat up and looked at him, giving a small smirk.

“If you haven’t noticed, I rather enjoy it. If you were to do anything I don’t like, I’d tell you. Okay?”

Naruto nodded slowly, grasping the back of her head, pulling her lips to his.

 

“I have something to tell you Sakura. And I think you’re the perfect person to talk to about it.”

The pinkette nodded, staring into his face.

“Kakashi came into my office today and said he felt a ripple outside the village.”

Sakura furrowed her eyebrow, snuggling into his side further.

“A ripple?”

Naruto nodded.

She pondered for a second, feeling a strange tugging in her belly at the mere mention of this ‘ripple.’

Suddenly, it hit her.

Sitting up straight, Sakura grabbed her chest, feeling her breathing quicken.

Naruto gripped her elbow, “Sakura? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

Gasping, Sakura felt the room roll around her. Oh Kami, she couldn’t breathe.

“I-I can’t…can’t..” She tried to tell him, clutching her throat, feeling the onslaught of hysteria and panic wash over her.

“Sakura. Breath. Look at me.”

She did.

“You’re having a panic attack. Just breathe. In for five, out for five. Here, do it with me.”

At that, they both sucked in air at the same time, Sakura shaking in his arms.

 

After a few minutes, Sakura seemed to have pulled herself together.

“Are you alright?” Naruto questioned, keeping his hand near her person.

Sakura nodded.

“I’m sorry, that just brought up a lot of unpleasant memories. I-It was when we got sucked into that Tsykuyomi. F-From Madara.”

Naruto’s eyes widened.

“Menma.”

Sakura nodded.

“Oh Kami, what if it’s him? What would he want here?”

Silence.

Sakura stared at the tick in Naruto’s cheek until she couldn’t take it anymore. Standing up, she started to pace by her window, gripping her hair, whimpering.

“Sakura. Hey.” Naruto called out to her, getting out of the bed.

She didn’t answer.

He reached out and gripped her shoulder, turning her around, pressing her against his chest.

“It’ll be alright.” He whispered into her hair.

Sakura just shook her head.

“Naruto. If it is him, he could cause some serious damage. Remember what happened last time? He tried to take the nine tails from you! And he almost succeeded!”

The blonde squeezed her against him harder.

“Well, if memory serves me correctly, we won that, Sakura.”

The kunoichi just shuddered, taking a deep breath in.

“I know. I was just so afraid of losing you.”

Naruto gripped her cheeks softly, pulling her gaze to his.

“Together, remember?”

Sakura nodded.

“Together.”

[niftynifflerfics]

Make Me

Could you do Teddy Lupin Smut Pls

(A/N: Sorry if this is bad, this is my first time writing smut and ohhhh boy.)

Warnings: smut, public sex/exhibitionism, language

Word count: 2,557

 Concentrating on things that bored you out of your mind was never easy, especially when each passing second made your head throb. You'd been focusing on words on a page for so long that you didn't even notice it when your eyes went out of focus and you'd stare blankly at the page in front of you. It was hard enough to do this alone, yet alone when someone was right next to you.

 Teddy had a bad habit of clicking his pen that he'd got from a muggle friend. He'd do it over and over until it was steady like the ticking of a clock. His thumb would press down the button once, twice, three times. Every time it sprung up, he'd push it back down. It was a way for him to hone his focus but a way for you to lose yours.  You'd already managed to ignore it for half an hour, surely you could ignore it for a couple of minutes more.  You were studying lethifolds for your seventh year defence test that was approaching a lot faster than you'd like it to. You'd made it through half of the chapter and wrote two rolls of parchment and yet it's now that you're stumped. You've read the same sentence over and over and over and yet nothing seemed to register inside of your head. It was as if the words had lost all meaning, no matter how much you forced yourself to concentrate on each word nothing was making sense, the letters started to look jumbled and out of order - you couldn't tell if what you'd just written was spelt right or not because the whole word looked weird. It was that damn clicking.  You slammed your hand over Teddy's, who's head snapped up from his book. His furrowed eyebrows softened when he looked at you and a soft tint of pink coloured his cheeks. You pouted, attempting to snatch the pen from his hand but he only gripped it tighter. He smirked. 'What?' 'I can't focus because of that damn clicking.'  Teddy let his focus move from his studies and stared off into the distance. You took that as him stopping and turned back to your book. Finding the sentence you were on before was enough of a challenge - but then it started again. You slammed your book down on the library desk, sighing and glaring with all your might at Teddy. 'Teddy!' 'What?!' 'The pen!' 'Right, sorry.'  Teddy put the pen down on the desk this time, raising his hands as if to signal he wasn't going to do it again yet a strange twinkle in his eyes and a smirk told you this wouldn't be the end of it. Still, any opportunity to get back to work was a good one.  You buried your head back in the book, lifting your quill and scrawling a quote onto the parchment. Teddy looked down at his own book, staring at his parchment over the edge of the page and writing something down while sneaking side glances at you. He waited until you had relaxed and focused again before he pressed the edge of the button down against the wooden table. The noise was even more annoying than when he just clicked it normally. If looks could kill that livid glare would end his life a lot earlier than he expected. ‘Teddy! Stop clicking that damn thing!’ ‘Make me.’  The tone in his voice made a heat rush to your cheeks as if you’d caught a fever. The air of the entire conversation had changed. Teddy knew exactly what he was doing and you weren't upset about it at all - if he'd just give you fifteen minutes to finish this. ‘T-Teddy I’m trying to study,’ you mumbled lifting your quill again, avoiding his fire filled gaze - but it didn’t seem that Teddy was listening as he landed a hand on your thigh. Your grip on your quill tightened so much you feared the thing would snap, especially when his hands moved further up, sliding like red hot snakes.  He was eyeing you like you were a ticking time bomb, waiting for you to push his hand away and when your hand landed on his he was sure the game was over, but rather your eyes met his, parted lips and bright red cheeks. He moved forwards to kiss you, hand moving from your thigh to your hips. His other hand discarded his pen (and studying all together) when your hands moved to push through the short strands of hair on the back of his neck. The kiss lasted long enough to become heated. He seemed to forget where he was as his tongue darted out and brushed over the soft skin of your bottom lip, pushing through to explore your mouth. There was no battle for dominance, he knew what he wanted and he was going to get it. That was until you started tugging on his shirt and pulled away. ‘I can’t - we can’t. We’re in a library,’ you whispered, cheeks still flushed and lips swollen. He could tell you wanted this as much as he did. He lent in as close as he could get, lips grazing the shell of your earlobe. ‘Then you’ll just have to be quiet won’t you?’  Suddenly lethifolds were a lot less interesting. You could feel a heat rising from within you that was hard to ignore as Teddy’s hands travelled. Sure - you were in a secluded corner but Madam Pince was in the isle right beside you. You tried to get the words out to warn Teddy but it was too late, his hands had slipped up under your shirt and chills rose up your spine as his hot hands roamed your stomach, landing on either side as his head swooped down to leave kiss after kiss in the crook of your neck. It was tough enough to study but it was hell to try and stay quiet when his lips were on you like that.  You moved your hand to cover your mouth, watching over Teddy’s shoulder to make sure Madam Pince was still busy restocking shelves with returns. She was on the move and your eyes traced her path, she was moving to the next isle over, you were still safe. That is until Teddy found that spot on your neck and you barely managed to muffle the moan that came with it.  You felt him smirk into your skin, sucking hard on your pulse point. ‘Shh, you don’t want her to catch us do you?’ He whispered, scraping the shell of your ear again.  You did your best to glare at him, but it was hard to stay angry at someone who had every intention of making you writhe underneath them.  The torture didn’t end there, his lips ghosted your shoulder and before you knew it you heard the click of the clasp of your bra coming apart. You gasped, muffling it with your hand which was now pressing so hard into your face that it hurt. Teddy’s hands moved to cup both of your breasts, thumb dancing over your nipples as he moved back from your neck to look at you. He landed kisses all over your cheeks before pulling your hand away and pressing his mouth onto yours. He took the opportunity to tug on one of your nipples softly but hard enough for a rippling moan to leave your throat. He swallowed the sound, tongue exploring your mouth until the second you pulled away to see where Madam Pince had got to.  She’d moved another isle away but sound echoed in great big buildings like this. It was a mystery to you how she hadn’t heard yet, especially when Teddy pushed his chair out and pulled you over and on to his lap.  You squeaked and this time it wasn’t nearly as muffled as it should have been. Teddy froze and the both of you sat there in silence, waiting to hear Madam Pince’s hurried footsteps. There was a sound like a dropping of something incredibly heavy and you moved as quickly as you could to sit back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest and moving to hide yourself as best you could under the table. It was this moment that made you notice how hard Teddy was, the tent in his pants was huge enough to camp in and definitely made it very apparent that something had happened. You motioned for him to move forwards, to move his chair closer so Madam Pince wouldn’t see it, but it was too late.  Teddy panicked, dropping a book onto his lap face down. The spine stood up so much it was as if he’d trapped some kind of creature underneath there. ‘Who was it that made that noise?’ Madam Pince’s voice came out like an angry growl. ‘I think we might have a boggart in the hall, I could’ve sworn I heard something on the way here,’ you started. Madam Pince eyed you suspiciously, you’d moved to put your head on the desk as a last ditch attempt to hide the bright purple hickeys Teddy had sucked into the skin of your neck. You smiled sleepily at her, playing it off as having studied for far too long. Teddy noticed this and let out a loud fake yawn, leaning back in his chair. ‘I have actually heard that from another student who was here earlier, I better go fetch the defence teacher I suppose.’ Madam Pince was still holding a large heavy spell book. She moved closer, terrifying both you and Teddy, but she didn’t seem to see anything and rather dropped the book down on the desk and made to leave. She turned halfway to the door. ‘Don’t stay for too long, and be a dear and put that book away for me would you?’  It was a good thing the old bat was nearly too senile to hear a thing, because the loud sigh of relief both you and Teddy let out would’ve been enough for her to grow suspicious - if she wasn’t already suspicious enough.  Suddenly it occurred to both of you that you were completely alone in the library now and the very second you moved away from the desk, Teddy had moved you back into his lap. His hands travelled to your clothed hips where they gripped and dug in as much as they possibly could through the material of your skirt. You wouldn’t have much time before she got back - before everyone got back from Hogsmede. ‘Wait,’ you said, standing up and to the side of Teddy. He sat up straight, about to ask if he’d done something wrong but before he could, you’d lifted your skirt.  He started at your clothed core as if you’d just flashed him a whole vault of galleons and you could’ve sworn you saw him drool when you dropped your panties to the floor and lifted your jumper over your head. ‘In case she comes back early.’ You unbuttoned the top buttons of your white shirt, loosening your tie and ditching it on the table so that he could still see through it’s flimsy material, but if Madam Pince returned you’d have some chance of hiding yourself. When you lifted your shirt slightly from where it had been tucked in to your skirt, your bra dropped out from underneath it and without thinking, you bent over to pick them up and Teddy swore it was impossible to get any harder - it was painful at this point.  When you stood again, chucking your bra and panties to the side, you moved to do the same to Teddy’s trousers. He moaned at the feeling of your fingers on his dick as you pulled them down to the ground, but it was nothing compared to when you guided him to your entrance and slowly slid down his length. His hands gripped your hair like a lifeline as you threw your head back and let out a loud moan that echoed around the entire room.  When you were ready, you placed your hands on Teddy’s clothed chest and began to move. There was a strange kind of rush that came with the risk of being caught that had Teddy pushing himself into you at a faster speed, hands moving to grip your hips and guide them. You may be on top but he was still going to have control.  Everything inside of you was tensing. Your jaw tensed and your hands gripped fist fills of Teddy’s jumper. He was moaning with you and the danger of being caught came again when voices echoed down the hall outside. ‘A boggart? I thought I got rid of the pesky thing already. ‘Students keep hearing things, maybe we can check in here.’  You were about to move off of Teddy, hoping that you would be able to get off in time to avoid being caught, but Teddy’s grip only got tighter. He shook his head when you glared at him and rather he stripped himself of his tie and motioned for you to bite down on the material. Madam Pince wasn’t directing the defence teacher into the library but rather into a room directly across from it but you both knew it wouldn’t be long now until they ended up here.  Teddy’s hips moved with even more urgency, snapping up so fast it made the chair creak and the table hit against the curve of your back, but it wasn’t this that made him strip himself of his tie, as his hand moved to where your bodies met and his rough fingers started rubbing your clit.  You felt shivers of an approaching orgasm rise up through your whole body. The moan that left you came out more like a scream as his fingers continued in a rough circle. He didn’t stop, not until he was muffling his own moans with shoving his face into your neck.  You tried to warn him that your orgasm was so close that you could feel every single tiny move he made, but it was too late and you let out such a loud moan that it was as if the tie had done nothing.  Your high hit you harder than anything you’d ever felt before. You were too weak to even grab on to Teddy’s hair. He came seconds later, thrusting up into you a few more times before he became nothing but a sweaty, huffing heap of turquoise hair.  You stayed like that for a while, brushing your fingers through his scalp and pulling the tie from your mouth. You laughed when you put it back around his neck, there was no way he was getting away with not getting asked questions about that.  He looked up at you, smiling dopily and landing a kiss on your lips. He waited until you had moved off of him to clean himself up as best he could, which lead to his next question. ‘What are you going to do about-‘ He watched as you slid your panties back on. His eyes widened, staring at your legs and the wet mark that was growing bigger. ‘My dorm. Ten minutes.’ 

[kaiju-z]

“It was an Orc, Orc Night....”

Seon Adventures Episode 9: “Deals and Drunkards”

Following the shenanigans from last session, our heroes get together with Nelatha in the tavern, where the melee fighters with the pointy weapons get quizzed on what they got themselves into. What with the blood all over them.

Luck explains what happened. Sort of. Barfight and all. But due to a misunderstanding, with Mournimar forgetting that Amelia and Nel are behind him, he comes off as though he’s drunk (because Luck rolls SO BAD!!!)

With everyone together, we talk more business and learn that Belli will be meeting an influential figure in the local cáfe, a very snobby establishment and it would bequeef her to bring alogn another person. While Mournimar suggests Amelia, Nel makes an observation that Luck would be an easier choice.

Luck agrees after a bit of cnversation and gets some wet wipes, for his troubles, from Belli.

As everyone, but Luck go to bed, Luck understands clearly the implications of Nel and Ames going together for the evening. But before he hits the hay, he borrows some books from the library, getting into some enthusiastic learning and edumacating.

Amelia gets a good night. Joke’s on us, they just fucking cuddled.

Th following morning... Mournimar asks Belli to not get in any trouble without him. “What’s the worst we could do?” – Belli, 27th February, 2019

Everyone gets together in the tavern, after Mournimar and a rolling Belli go in from a cuddle pile with Samson and Morgan, who stuck to the carriage.

Nel helps Belli with some prestidigitation and after some more shenanigans, the trio go to the Fancy Cafe. Very high society. 

There’s a dish that looks like meatballs, but white and is very heavily seasoned. Dancing lights going about.  - Towards the back of the room, there’s an elf woman and a guard, who Nel introduces as Morticia.

There is a discussion of the Narah family, who apparently “went into temporary retirement”?!

The gig that Belli is to work on is the Winter Solstice celebration at Morticia’s mansion. “It’s important this time of year to celebrate our accomplishments.” And as such, they are invited to perform at the festival.

But as we register, we must put a name for our party.

After some whispers and references to future events (see below),Belli and Luck come to a consensus: “ You can call us “The Cultbusters”. (And we’ll probably NEVER fight another cult again.)

After agreeing on pricing, the rest of the party get invited to come to the cafe. Sadly, the stay doesn’t last, because Mournimar helps the party learn that the locals eat the unborn babies of Bullywugs from the swamp. Bullywugs being sentient creatures.

Luck and Mournimar freak out about the eating of frogpeople babies and each leave pretty quickly after this, with Belli swearing she’ll write a bad review for the establishment. 

The boys literally have to be talked down by Nel to not cause havoc in the restaurant, out of their pure outrage at this cruelty and Belli throws a chair.

They agree to make their leave, but beofre doing so, The Chaos Siblings (Belli and Mournimar) and Luck go to Peppery Pete’s to restock on supplies.

After making him bamf in and out several times by ringing the bell of his shop, they make their purchase. They get potions of healing of various levels (One greater and 6 lesser)

Luck also gets the Wizard’s Folly potion from Pete.

We also learn that  Belli apparently mixed potions at one point.

We also learn about a Potion of Dwarf’s tongue.

Before they make their leave, Luck... learns something that makes him go serious. He asks about the Traveling Gentlemen again and their member, who had recently left. It was the elf, Felaern, who was currently in Victrum (the town, where Gorruck operates from) and will remain there for the next few weeks.

Luck goes grim. And freaks, repeating the names that only Mournimar had heard by this point, as he leaves the establishment. 

As they walk, they go to the carriage, where everyone else has reconvened.  Mournimar asks Nel about Victrum, which, she tells him, will take  9 days of travel. They agree to travel to Victrum directly after they finish the festivities in Morticia’s mansion.

The trip is short and Samson waits with the horses and Morgan, while the rest go in, wearing their “best faces”. Luck somehow smiles through this.

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AND SO WE SWITCH TO A PREVIOUS SESSION!

One Dungeon Mastered by our Half-Orc Bard player, @langsty-mc-langstface​

This is really cool, ok?!

Our heroes enter the building, fashionably late. Belli had come in quite earlier than the others on that day, so she could prepare with the other performers. But the rest are coming fashionably late. Repearting myself.

The place is fancy-shmancy and everyone invited, but the party is wearing bright pink suits and dresses.  There’s glitter and wreathes and stuff and  Mournimar is dressed all “Mean girls” style.

How to describe Luck?  Luck is generic. Except not. He found a Winter Solstice sweater and dear horns. YOU HAPPY MOM?!

Burk’s painted his armor red. So he’s red and green.

Amelia’s wearing a sweater and pants.

That said, Nel is possibly the most expectedly dressed of the bunch. A fashionable dress.

Guards collect everyne’s weapons, but Luck’s, due to prejudices...Nel manages to sneak in a weapon, a dagger of sorts.

The four get lead around by Nelatha after this display of racism and make their way to the buffet. There’s a lot of food and from this point the party can see Elves, dressed like wizards, upon the podium, who do funny shit to keep people from overeating.

There’s a massive fire place, where people are gathered around. Commonly, the people here are mostly humans and elves, but there are the outliers...

The party find an angry Belli, performing on stage. Angry, because she has to wear pink for the celebration. 

As Mournimar and Nelatha go for drinks, Luck examins their surroundings and notices that the help is mostly made out of  humans, halflings and a goliath. This catches his interest and approaches the man, who introduces himself as Richard.

Richard the Golath.

Luck gets a couple of wine glasses from Richard, who he notices had recently smoken weed. While he’s taking well to the alcohol, Mournimar is sloshed 2 glasses of Brandy in. RIP.

Amelia and Nelatha notice a very tall Elf Woman with long black hair coiled up in a angry bun. Black dress and the biggest sapphire neckless around her. Morticia enters the scene and Luck inquires about her, while Nel and Morticia have a verbal spar of words. Trying to overpower each other on the scene.

Nelatha ultimatelly outsasses Morticia in defense of Burk, Amelia and Mournimar and causes her to make her leave.  None of the party, but Luck notices an almost cool wind blowing off of her that sends almost a shiver down his spine. Apparently, according to Richard, Mortitia comes from old money. Hers is the family responsible for construction of half the city.

There is suspicion from the party’s human as he watches her make her leave. There’s something odd about her, but he can’t put his finger on it. Either way, he parts ways with Richard, after getting another glass and gives him a gold coin for his trouble.

Mournimar quickly sobers up, while Nel gets a drink of her own from Richard. Shenanigans ensue as Burk tries to toss some meats over to Belli, only for it to be zapped away by an invisible barrier. This goes for a while. Burk does not succeed. But damn it if he didn’t try!

However, whomever set up this barrier didn’t count for Burk’s stubborness as he eventually succeeds to push through some bacon for the Half-orc Bard lady.

Having failed to repeat Burk’s success, Mournimar slinks into a corner, feeling self-conscious over his identity.... until a little tiefling boy approaches him. 

The boy smiles a toothy, shy smile at Mournimar, referring to him as pretty. His parents are performing on stage. 

Mournimar gets a note from the child. He gives the boy 3 gold for each member of the family. The two hug it out, before going their seperate ways...He takes note of a small gaggle of children running around the room, unsupervised. Some of the rich, some of the lower classes and staff.

Burk and Amelia go to check the hotsprings outside and Ames gets a disturbing view of an orgy taking place, while Burk makes snowballs with rocks inside.

Nel makes idle conversation with the creme of the crop on the continent. A title for each person in the immediate area of the conversation. While conversing, a uniformed guard pulls Nel aside and takes her and Luck to an upper floor library, where she simply whispers to Nel that they need to be careful, they can’t ask questions. They don’t know what’s listening.

She can answer questions about Mortitia, but this can’t be traced back to her. “Not everything’s as it seems. There’s always a cover, there’s always a lie.” she whispers and runs off.

With that, the red haired half-elf then makes her leave.  Nel turns to Luck. They agree everything is whack and should gather everyone.

Meanwhile...  All of Burk’s snowballs melt and a very cross looking wizard is looking down at Burk from an upper floor and talks down to him. Which, in turn, earns the wizard a response of a melted snowball to the face.

The duo are made to go inside. There, the party reconvenes and Nel notices Amelia’ traumatized expression.

Much to everyone’s shock, Luck doesn’t recognize the most famous bard in this plane of existence, Fantasy Beyonce. All the while, Burk feels a strange chill in the air for a second time.

Their attention is brought to a scurrying noise and they follow it with their eyes to the kitchen. The lights go off, then on again and everyone, but the five heroes of this story, are frozen solid.

They try to help them in some way, but unfortunately that doesn’t work out. A man gets shattered, even!

Even Belli is frozen, much to Mournimar’s horror.  Burk gets some frozen hair and Nel is almost blinded. WITH MAGIC! Because everything around them is basically enchanted in some way???

A few people aren’t frozen. The tiefling wife and Richard. Some of the dignitaries. None of the wizards are frozen.  The orgy is frozen. One guy is not. He’s in the center. He’s stuck.

Mournimar finds footprints. Almost like frozen into the ground, leading towards the rest of the house. Lying on the floor near the door there’s a familiar sapphire necklace (Mortitia’s).

Nel checks for the barrier. It’s not there, while Nel puts out the fireplace so people don’t get melted..

Mournimr notices the little tiefling boy is also frozen. As are almost all of the children. Mournimar has gone protective big brother mode. “Footprints, this way!”Luck follows. All the while.  Amelia and Burk go to the kitchen. The food and the staff are frozen. What draws their attention is that one of the windows is broken, glass is everywhere inside the room.

Burk investigates that some of the glass is broken like it has been walked on. That leads to the toilet’s door.  Which he kicks down.

Mournimar and Luck follow the footsteps and reach the door with the necklace.

Mournimar sees that the room is very cold, but the door seems colder and ice is forming around the hinges and door handle. Everything metal is being covered in a small sheen of ice. This ice seems to be covering the ground With things developing as is, they decide to restock on their weapons, so they can be able to defend themselves. This definitely is the work of a mysterious being of ice and the like.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, everyone, who isn’t our heroes right now, is frozen. Some seated, Some in mid expulsion. There is a vent, but it doesn’t seem damaged, so no one came through there, if they were responsible for these shenanigans.

All the mirrors have been punched with violent contact. There is dark red blood over the crack of the window near the window.  Burk uses a step stool and investigates the bloody mirror. He then notices chalk in the sink. Almost rubbed out lines in the mirror. Burk touches the chalk and realizes the chalk isn’t on this side of the mirror.

Upon trying to touch the door, Mournimar is repulsed backwards from an unknown impact. Luck has better.... well.... Luck with it as he opens the container of the others’ weapons, being greeted by solid block of frost.  Through the ice he can see into the ballroom. It’s like it’s carrying on like nothing happened.

Mournimar uses thaumaturgy. It’s not effective. It’s almost like this isn’t ice at all. The two theorise that this could be special glass. Was this-Was this all a trap? Did this half-elven woman bring them here to get revenge on Belli in some way?! She was, after all, aware of the Narahs in some fashion?! (AND WHAT ABOUT SAMSON AND THE BOIS?!)

As MarMar leans closer, it looks like a mirror. On the other side, it looks like we’re the frozen ones.

Amelia and Nelatha see them run past and bond over things as Luck shouts that they’re in the mirror universe. Nel notices that the shards of the shattered man are vibrating faster and faster. Nelatha casts message to Burk and mentions to Burk that the others are onto something.

But... ah... Everything around Burk seems to shift. He can’t tell what exactly’s going on, but something’s not right. He notices a foul smell from one of the stalls.

Upon kicking the door open, he sees the man, who was previously frozen in mid poop, doing his business. But Burk isn’t noticed by said man, who is now very much not paralyzed in cold. In fact, Burk almost appears spectral and transparent???  It’s almost like Burk isn’t there, even.

He looks out of the bathroom and finds himself in a Summer Solstice celebration, with fruits and vegetables as the course of feast, but no meats involved. A musicion gets on stage and begins to play country music.

Back with the anxious duo, Luck and Mournimar are in a hallway. At the end of the hallway there’s a door, surrounded by lights and  Mournimar notices that the door was recently forced with a dagger.

Luck Picks up the Necklace and the two go inside the room. It’s dark. It’s a study, but most of the furniture has been moved. There’s a single round mirror with a golden frame. On the mirror there are runes drawn in chalk.

In Infernal it says “As one door opens, another one closes.” Mournimar senses that this mirror is some sort of gateway. The duo are so preoccupied wiith the size of the room and it’s dark decor that they don’t notice when Nel and Amelia first come in.

Once they see them in, Luck asks where Burk is, but gets no answer on the subject. Nel is focused on the mirror.

She can feel massive amount of magic from the mirror. This kind of magic is all about teleportation, but someone’s messed with this in a way that no one should have tampered with it. Most of the magic seems to be coming from behind the curtain. As she shares her findings with the others, Luck dashes back outside to go and find Burk.

As if on que, a hand of glass shoots out of the mirror and drags Nel through it. It shatters once Nel passes through. Freaking out,  Mournimar and Amelia go to find Luck and Burk.

Nel finds herself in a room. She’s safe. But she’s in a room. A child’s room, as she is surrounded by toys and a dollhouse, sprawn around it. There is a little girl in a massive bed, Black haired and with elven features, it isn’t hard for the blonde elven woman to realize she’s seeing a terrified little Mortitia.

- Nelatha lies she’s “Judith” the maid, when asked who she is.  Mortitia says that everyone calls her “Morty” all the time. Her bear is Mr. Boop Boop.  Nela notices a window and fighting outside. There’s a war going on outside.Having a realization, Nel tries to distract the girl from the fighting with talk of music. And they bond over it. According to Morty’s dad, Bards are “hacks”.

Even so, Nel tells the young mistress of the house some stories.

In turn, she learns that  Morty’s mother isn’t around anymore and that her father’s fighting in the war. As they discuss Morty’s mom, an explosion goes off nearby, outside of the building.

Amelia and Mournimar run after Luck. But… the doors slam open and identical hands reach for them.

Amelia finds herself in a cloak room. And she’s not alone, as there is an injured soldier of Orcish descent, who is clearly hiding from some fighting transpiring outside. He’s a teenager and scared. Not just ‘cause Amelia suddenly popped in out of nowhere, but because of the conflict going outside.

While Amelia treats his wound as best she can, she tries to build a conversation with the young Half-Orc, whom she learns is named Riico. This is the “Great Base” that they were told to defend with their lives and protect the civillians. The voices outside get louder and the handle of the door begins to shake. Amelia tries to buy them some time, while she ties a rope to the door handle. There are many coats in here. With many pockets. But nothing of note inside them.

An explosion occurs outside and then the person shouts. And people start running away.

Mournimar falls into a dressing room full of outfits. Upon a quick inspection, this looks to be the dressing room with the design of a tiefling in mind. He notices that there are flowers everywhere. All folded from various colored paper. Mournimar follows the flowers and enters a bedroom. There’s a tiefling with a rose in his mouth in the bed.

They try to figure out who each other are. And what’s what.  The man is skeptical and there is a wand he is reaching for, but Mournimar tries to defuse the situation as he elaborates what exatly happened to him and his friends.

He and the taller tiefling begin to piece things together... And quickly realize who the other person in this dialogue is. Mournimar recognizes the man as the boy that he met in the ballroom not too long ago, when everything was normal.

MEANWHILE!

Luck enters the main hall, the door slams behind him. He forces the door open and is met with a mirror, showing him a dark version of the ballroom. With no person in sight. 

Resigning to his fate, Luck takes a few steps back.... and then dives headfirst into the mirror, finding himself in what appears to be a war room. There are heavy black curtains on the windows. Chains barricarding the door. He can smell dust, which clogs his nose.

He investigates the window. It’s been smashed in and on the glass there is old dried blood. Outside there is nothing. It’s a wasteland. There are skeletons and corpses of various decomposition strewn everywhere

He checks the hallway. It’s pretty much the same as before, only no doors. Walking past, there are only three mirrors. One leading to one at the far end, one towards the double doors.  Luck enters cautiously, asking if someone’s inside... And feels a presense nearby.

Back to Burk, he finds himself in the middle of a harvest festival. Everyone’s happy. As he looks around, he recognizes some people. Most importantly, he recognizes an older looking Goblin with familiar armor. He looks similar to Burk, but something’s off.

The older Goblin is focused on Bacon... And Burk tries to get said Bacon, but only startles the elder, wearing Burk’s armor. Our Barbarian notices that the man is very mucb blind.  He doesn’t say a thing to himself. “They have an understanding.” as Hayden puts it. Upon closer inspection, though... He realizes that isn’t his voice. But that is Burk’s armor.

Who the fuck are you?!” in stereo. “Is this a meme?”  asks the not Burk Goblin. The man elaborates on the armor... This armor is 7 generations down from his great-great-great-*zzz*-great-great-great-grandfather Burk.

As they talk, Goblin kids run past and kick Burk in the shin. 

The “descendant” wants to know who Burk is. Burk simply wants to know how Burk died. But the descendant has no damn clue. Burk begins to wonder if they’re even related. The guy could very well just have looted Burk’s grave or something.

Burk finds an older Nelatha and asks her about Amelia. Nelatha is confused, at first, but then remembers what happened. Burk concludes that she’s useless.

Back with Amelia, the noise outside goes to a quiet tone and Riico visibly relaxes.  Amelia questions him about what’s going on, what that noise was.  Riico has apparently abandoned his duty, something which clearly angers Amelia for some reason.

They check outside. Outside there are storage boxes and tents, people hiding. Outside there are civilians fleeing from the main hall. People are setting up a barricade at the main entrance. Some of them are soldiers, some civilians. Amelia sees a figure in a dark cloak outside.

He smashes his hand through the window, leaving blood on the shards. And then an army charges through. Civilians begin running for their lives.

She pushes through a sea of people. Riico isn’t in the closet, neither are most of the coats, but his is there. He abandoned his coat and took a civilian one. Amelia runs towards a familiar double door. Thrown open.

Mortitia is there, ushering folks through the mirror and her necklace is glowing as she’s helping people. She is distraught, looking like she’s about to break. Amelia decides to help, directing people in the direction of the mirror.

She notes that, wherever they are going, it appears peaceful and meadow filled.

BACK TO NEL! An explosion occurs outside the bedroom. She tells Morty to keep away from the window. Outside, Nel sees a single man waving a wand and doing horrible things. An elf man with dark hair. She puts 2 and 2 together that this is Morty’s father.

Morty’s looking up at Nel, she’s not seeing her dad, but is aware. Nel puts Morty back to bed. “Daddy got sick when mommy died.”She heard from servants. He did shady stuff and it made him different. It’s said that if he kills enough, Morty’s mom would return. 

If you try and break the cycle of life and death, it could turn out dangerous, even for you.” – Nel states to a much understanding little elven girl.

She leads Nel out into the hallway and moves quietly, afraid to be heard. There are double doors at the end of the hallway, which the bard can recognize from earlier. Er. In the future.  Inside, there is no curtain. Instead a cage. Inside the cage, there’s a chained elf woman. Her form is flickering, almost as if she can’t stay in this plane of existence and she seems to be in agony.

Nel covers Morty’s ears and whistles a brief tune on the screaming lady and puts her to sleep. It is a woman with a large bloody wound on her chest. They converse some more on what to do. Runes glow and light is pouring into her. Before their eyes, the woman is restored, wound closes, like it was never there.

Morty reveals that she has seen this before. Nel asks if she’d like for her father to stop this.  Morty believes that no one can stop him. He’s not her daddy anymore. She points at her necklace. She has a job to do and only she can do it. She learned from her future self about it.

Nel understands, if vaguely, what this means. She will have to go back to the future, but before she does, she gives Morty some make up tips to keep for herself in the future. 

Morty knows what she must do. The war’s been going on since before she was born. Nel gives Morty the talk of power and responsibility and in turn,  Morty helps Nel with the mirror, while Nel gives her a pep talk.

As Nel boops Morty’s nose, she gets teleported... 

We cut back to Mournimar, who is being escorted by the taller tiefling down the stairs. And they’re in the same place of the party, except it’s been converted into a studio with recording equipment and instruments everywhere. It’s a bardic paradise.

Apparently the tiefling had a crush on Mournimar back in the day. There’s someone who he needs to talk to. There’s an old woman in a wheel chair. Dark hair down. She’s softly playing a lute. It’s Mortitia.

It takes them a moment, but they discuss what happened.

Mournimar spills the beans. “Ah, the old hand! Some day I’ll figure out what the fuck it’s doing.” Mortitia states. She stands up and uses a stick to hobble to MarMar. Checks his face and yes. She definitely remembers the drunky boy.

Usually the hand takes people, who (and she has a real hard time remembering) are capable of operating the mirror. That must mean the party can also use this. And she gestures to her necklace. It’s been handed down the line daughter to daughter. And they’ve made doors through time to prevent disasters.

He needs to go through the summer solstice mirror, then through the winter one. And she puts the necklace around Mournimar and she gives him instructions. He needs to go through the bathroom first. And to be careful. She lost her temper earlier and punched the mirrors.

As she says that, the tiefling he recognized is very annoyed and blushes brightly as he brings Nel into the room. She just arrived.  She’s seen plenty worse.

Team bathroom mirror is a go!

Judith, btw from your childhood.” The girls catch up quickly, before our heroes make their leave. And Burk has had an interesting conversation with future folk. Then he hears a crash from the bathroom. He investigates and reunites with Nel and Mournimar, who had crashed down on top of each other through the mirror. For a second Nel thinks she’s got black hair now, but it’s actually MarMar on top of her.

Nelatha goes to talk with her future self. She’s wearing a familiar sapphire necklace. Nelatha got something nice in Mortitia’s will. Future Nelatha gives past Nelatha the Necklace and directs her to the closet. Before they go, Nel gets a very important message from herself:

Whatever she does, never accept a makeover from Belli.

Back with Amelia, she is helping civillians through, until Mortitia collapses. She’s exhausted as fuck. Almost completely drained of life, basically. The necklace calls for Ames to put it on.

Burk, Mournimar and Nelatha fall through the portal in a tiny closet, stacked up. Nel at the bottom, Burk in the middle, Mournimar at the top. Nel’s dress is basically ruined by this point.

They see people running past them, screaming. No one is even noticing the trio, they’re just b-lining it.  Burk splits off again. And checks what’s up in the back.  He sees the fire behind the people. Seeing as he can’t punch that, runs the opposite way.

The trio get to Amelia, who is now wearing the necklace as well. Just as the door begins to freeze behind them. Burk sees a tiny little dragon breathing ice, breathing on the door and wagging it’s tail.

As Burk makes friends with the little one, Amelia and Nelatha hug it out as they reunite, finally.

BACK WITH LUCK! As Luck is standing in the room, it’s almost as if Ash is appearing on the walls and floor.  He notices the ash seems to be the thickest in the center of the room.  Luck nat 20’s his perception check. There are foot prints buried in the center of the room. As he’s looking there, the room starts getting cold. 

The lights go out and once they go out, all the people, who were frozen in the party are unfrozen. Luck waves awkwardly at the people. Aaand gets glomp-tackled by a panicking Belli. They quickly catch up and come to a realization on what had actually happened.

Back with the others, Mournimar is slowly getting more anxious as they haven’t found their human buddy.  Mortitia starts to wake up and she sees her dragon is taken by a goblin. She refers to the little one as Boop Boop”the dragon. Nel has a 1,000 yard stare.

Morty is almost annoyed at the situation and ties her hair in a bun (MUCH TO THE ENTIRE GROUP’S PAINED CHAGRIN).

They try to follow her through a mirror, but it breaks. The dragon chirps as they plan and the dragon points in a direction with it’s tail that takes the form of a hand.

The party gets to the main room, where the floor has been burnt into a mirror. Dragon’s pointing at the floor. They jump through, holding hands and pulling Burk along. And promply land on their other two companions.

The dragon came through, as well and the party begin discussing what the hell just happened to all of them.

There is a reunion hug in there, somewhere as the girls notice a very annoyed Mortitia. Nel uses”Morty”. Mortitia shudders. Apparently this is all “Boop Boop”’s fault. 

Mortitia tries to call Boop Boop to her, but the little dragon is adamant to do so. Wanting to travel with Burk for a while. She sighs and asks for the necklaces back, telling the party that they’ll forget what happened once they hand them back. It’s important, but some refuse as they’d seen a future where they hold onto the necklace.

Luck and Mournimar hand their versions of the necklace to Mortitia.  Mortitia is honest with them about what’s what and her opinion of the party has shifted. As things go back to normal, the once Low Wisdom Duo forget what happened, beyond their intitial experiences in the mansion, before things got weird.

The lot of them make peace with the mansion’s owner and Burk gets to keep Boop Boop, whom he renames “Rimefang”. Rimefang seems chill with this new name. The lot of them get 1,500 gold together for the job and their troubles.

Belli gives everyone a present and takes a “Still Image” of sorts with her friends. Inside, everyone finds a friendship bracelet. Mournimar has a t-shirt with “Best Big Brother” on it.

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Once they make their leave, the party feel accomplished.

One could say that everyone has... leveled up, in a way.

Level 5! Level 5! Level 5! Level 5! Level 5! 

Nel states that the lot will be able to meet heri n the capitol next. She’ll be veyr busy, apparently. 

(Out of character, we learn that  If the opportunity presents itself, Burk will jump in front of Belli to take a blow. He hates himself more than he hates the party).

Amelia’s gonna pull Nel aside and the two have a moment. Which Mournimar and Belli are absolutely extatic for. While Luck’s demeanor shifts slowly as he remembers what’s coming next on their journey...

Nel’s red in the face, once the two come back from wherever they came back.  For the first time, the party see her visibly flustered. She goes invisible and heads off to the capitol.

The party commences their travels, with Luck taking a seat beside Samson, who has been coachmanning the shit out of the carriage.

4 days after setting off from Heraeia, they hear shuffling i nthe trees. Mournimar and Luck hear something more. Orcish grumblings and point them out to Belli, since the only Orcish the two bladed boys know are cusses.

Burk understands as well and what they learn is that a small band of orcs are sitting around a fire, bragging about their latest spree of murder and mayhem.

The party is talked into taking out the orcs for their crimes, Luck being the most eager to put a stop to them. With help of Mournimar’s spell “Pass Without a Trace”, the party of now 8 travel through the bushes, with Morgan the Dire Wolf being the top tier standard for stealth.

A fight begins and ends in almost an instant as the party are too strong for the orcs, who are overcome from all sides.

Belli being the MVP, quite frankly, as she had put the leader to sleep, before it even started!

To summarise the far, here are my notes:

- Mournimar Hunter’s marks a guy, then hits him. Hits him hard.

-  Sam does a cool plant whip move.

- Luck finishes off the dude.

- Luck misses the other dude.

- The an arrow bounces off his armor.

- Burk rushes in and crits the guy that shot at Luck, with the Axe.

- And almost kills him brutally.

- Amelia smashes another guy’s face in.

- Amelia gets the second kill of the session, after Luck.

- Then goes to punch another guy, but he just barely dodges.

- Rimefang ice cones a dude.

- Morgan takes a nibble off the sleeping dude.

- Belli claims another penis.

- Mournimar does a sord combo.

- Samson smashes the man’s ribs in.

- While Mournimar pats Morgan, Luck gets his dagger back.

- Belli finds 20 gold and 2 emeralds.

- Hell yeah!

- It’s dusk time.

- Luck finds 10 gold on the sword and shield and 5 on the guy across him.

- Belli gets 5 gold.

We have us a bit of a singing out of character on the subject of these country Orcs.

“Country Orcs, take me “ACK!”

The party camp further away from the orc band as they don’t want to atttract attention, in case there’s more of them. Though they could probably take them down.

Rustling comes from the bushes. Amelia and Samson hear it first.  An brunette half elven woman with a bow appears. She introduces herself as “Noria” and offers her services as a guide on the road. Having had bad experiences with random beautiful elven women appearing before them,  Belli uses Zone of Truth on the ranger.

“I just wanted to offer some advice to the people in the area. You have a wolf, I noticed.” She is clearly impressed by Morgan. And she tells the party that there is a tavern down the road, where they could spend the night, should they continue further. And a good cave, if they are so inclined to explore that as well.

Burk asks her if she’s a cannibal or knows a cannibal. Nah. Luck's just cleaning the blood off his swords and armor, while the ranger helps the party in gettign the war horses, Kevin and Killer, to move faster with the help of some infernal.

Mournimar goes to Kevin and Killer and will do Animal Speak with them.

(I wrote down that there is a Hannibal Lecter reference down here??? I think this is when I did my impression of Sir Anthony Hopkins).

Amelia insights Noria. She doesn’t hunt people. She eventually walks off. Luck tries to give her some coin, but she refuses and they part ways. (Smol Luck lore: He was a bit smitten with the lady).

Mournimar earns himself a star for “being emo”. Apparently Belli keeps all kinds of charts. All the while, Amelia pulls Luck on the side, far away from the others.

Softly, she asks: “So, did you notice anything strange about that.” Luck asks her what she saw. Her eyes didn’t move at all. Creepy. Didn’t blink. Second of all, she was watching her. She’s not “solid”. She seemed to fade at some point. The two take a moment to consider what they can do from here on out.

They decide to spend the night here, but in the morning they’ll check with the tavern on Info about Noria. Then come back to the others, right as they hear the mention of a name. Who’s Lazarus.”

Mournimar wants to discuss some things with the group. In the morning.

In the morning, they discuss turns on taking reigns on the carriage, so they can move faster. Mournimar is looking forward to seeing his old flame, Gorruk, again.

Luck gets to know Samson a bit. He’s been with the Bretheren for 4 years. To learn about his Craft. He’s very enthusiastic about their Message. Luck learns about a lot of different types of plants along the way, but he’s not very enthusiastic about it, given his current predicament.

Along the way, Burk and Mournimar teach their quadropadal companions some commands to varying success.

Reaching town, Amelia and Luck do a lore quest, while the others do their own thing. They find another Half-elf, an older woman, definite gray sprouting from her roots. Her eyes light up and she approaches them about how Noria was her grandmother and who the town was named after.

The swamp is magical, maybe it was an echo of Noria.

We continue on, after the party learns about the Spectral hero of the land.  At some point during their journey they see a suspicious coin purse in the middle of the road. Belli pokes it with mage hand as they pass. Belli picks it up and opens it. There’s money in there. Belli takes the money. Belli gets 69 copper pieces.

She hands the money to Rimefang as his first little horde. And he grunts happily.

...

Eventually they make it to Victrum.  And Luck makes a b-line for the Silver Hammer’s Inn, alongside Mournimar. With the rest of the party, except for Samson and the horses, and maybe Morgan??? Yes, definitely Morgan stays there with the others, at the carriage. The rest of the party joins the anxious boys.

A very smitten Mournimar catches Gorruk up on what’s been going on. They certainly have gained a repotation by this point.

Following a 21 perception (I had power outage for a couple of minutes sgaghasgh), Luck sees an elven man sitting in a corner. He recognizes him as Felaern.

Taking a couple of cups, Luck walks over to him and bullshits his way into a conversation with the man, making him believe that he is an admirer of The Traveling Gentlemen.

He is able to persuade Felaern to talk to him about his experiences, while also having him drink the Centaur Moonshine. Felaren leans in. And starts slamming drinks. All the while spilling his heart out to the fighter about all the hardships he’s faced lately.

How the Gentlemen became too mainstream and moneygrubby. How they started doing shady shit and weren’t as “heroic” as they were making themselves out to be. Which “SHOCKS”, SHOCKS I say, Luck as he makes it known to Gorruck that his perception of The Traveling Gentlemen was not all it was cracked up to be.

Eventually, as they talk, Felaren tells Luck that he was gonna be replaced by some other wizard. Luck just keeps pouring him drinks. Until Felaern eventually konks out from the Centaur Moonshine. (Nat 1, Baby!)

Luck picks the elven wizard up and starts carrying him outside, promising to Gorruk, in a twisted way, that Felaren won’t get hurt. And that turns out to be true.

As, by the time they reach the marshlands, out of town, by the time they reach a tree, by the time Luck disarms and undresses Felaern, just to be sure he is unarmed, by the time he starts tying him to a tree, he makes a quick realization.

Felaern was dead. Alcohol poisoning having taken him out.

In that moment, Luck freaks out and begins shaking and mumbling to himself, much to the worry of Belli and Mournimar. And then...

The party swear to help Luctan on his quest.  And, as the body burns, the session comes to an end. With this reveal simmering along.

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[liesfromalover]

Only Look At Me (m)

After a longtime Jimin realizes he likes you but it may be too late

Genre:Smut

Word Count: 6k

Staring blankly at the ceiling of your room you sighed and reached up to try and touch the glow in the dark stars your best friend stuck to it for you. Your eyes traced the letters that they formed and felt the small smile spread on your face until it grew and you felt your eyes crinkle up in an eye smile. Park Jimin, your best friend for a year now, always told you to smile whenever you would start stressing out or over thinking which was all the time. Today was no different.

Your lovely mother in law set you up for a blind date tomorrow but you still had to go shopping. He was an older guy, about 25 or so, and all you had was a picture of him. He wasn’t exactly unattractive. His smile was nice and bright, straight teeth shining brightly, his hair wa neatly styled up like most business men wore their hair, which bothered you for your own reasons, and his suit looked like it was tailored to fit his every bugling inch of muscle. He really was attractive but you weren’t attracted to him. Sometimes you wondered if there was something wrong with you. You’ve never had a boyfriend but with a friend like Jimin you were envious of what it would be like. He dated a lot and always showed you his girlfriends. They were always super cute and adorable and sweet and you just hated that you weren’t like that. You didn’t always wear skirts or cute girly clothes. If anything you were more trendy and chic, loving the way pants felt and the way they looked on your toned thighs. You looked at your phone to check the time and frowned, Jimin was running late.

His newest girlfriend didn’t last very long and it seemed like his relationships were getting shorter and shorter as if he were searching for a very specific type of girl but none of the ones he dated fit the mold. He offered to go shopping with you today and you were eager to jump on the offer for three simple reasons. First, you were broke after having to go out and buy a dress for your date tomorrow. Second, Jimin was the most stingy person ever when it came to buying things for you. Last but not least, you desperately needed more underwear. It's been a good couple of weeks since you’ve physically hung out with Jimin, sticking to your silly skype calls that went all hours into the night and texting all day. He stopped the skype calls last week, however, after you told him about your blind date and showed him the picture of the guy.

“If you really have to go then I guess you’ll do it then.” His voice was soft. You shrugged and looked at the picture, analyzing it carefully.

“If I do it then maybe I could finally have a boyfriend. It might be fun.”

“Are you even attracted to that kind of guy? You hardly ever look at guys when we hang out.” He pouted and you looked at him, giggling at his expression on your laptop, wishing you could poke his cheeks.

“Ah, Jiminie. If I looked anywhere but at you for too long you get upset and start pouting and threaten to leave. Remember when we went to the amusement park?” You teased and he visibly relaxed laughing softly.

“Yeah. I almost left you in the haunted house because you were talking to the guy that almost tripped over you. I still don’t like him.”

“Why? Because he wa cute and taller than you?”

“Hey! You know I’m sensitive about my height. Besides I’m still taller than you shorty.”

“And I’m still older, what’s your point?”

“Ok first, you’re only older by like a month. Second, my point is when we’re together since we can’t always hang out that much, I want you to focus on me~” His eyes disappeared as his smile grew. You cringed at his cheesiness and nodded.

“Ok I get it. You’re a selfish friend. I’m going to bed early tonight. The parental unit decided we were going out as a family tomorrow for brunch.”

He frowned and nodded. “Good luck with that. Goodnight ____.”

“Night Jiminie~” You ended the call and laid back, frowning at your ceiling. You hated family meals since you moved out but that was part of the agreement. You go whenever they call, you get to live on your own. Sighing softly, you rolled over and fell asleep, dreading the morning that was to come.

Your phone buzzed and you grabbed it, answering it immediately. “Hey, where are you?”

Jimin’s voice was clear and lilting with amusement. “I’m outside, come on before I change my mind.”

You jumped up and grabbed your purse and ran to the door. You slid your flats on then froze in front of the mirror, frowning while you fixed your disheveled hair. Silently regretting your decision to cut it to your chin, you grabbed your beanie and pulled it over your head. When you walked out the door, Jimin was leaning against his baby blue chevy smiling brightly. His eyes immediately went to your hair and widened. You hugged him gently and smiled.

“Do you like it?”

He nodded and ran his fingers across the ends, smiling sweetly. “It fits you. Your long hair made you look too girly.” You scrunched your nose up distastefully and nodded, releasing him and getting in the car. He quickly followed and drove off towards the mall. “So what are we buying for you today?”

“Hmmm, just a couple shirts, new shorts because my old ones don’t fit right anymore…” You let your voice drift off and watched the skyline zoom by.

He poked your side and laughed at the way you jumped. “What else? I know you're probably planning on milking me of all I got.”

You looked at him with fake innocence. “Me? I would never.” You laughed at his expression, basically begging you to not try to lie to his face. “Well, I need more panties. My washing machine stretched out a good amount of them so I need to restock.”

He nodded and sighed. “I know how that is. My friends’ washer does the same with my underwear. I might even buy you something to eat if you’re nice to me.” His voice went back to teasing and you laughed, patting your purse.

“I brought my own wallet for food just so I didn’t have to treat you extra nice today.” He frowned and ran a hand through his hair slowly.

“You’re really mean, you know that?”

“Oh, I know~”

At the mall you looked at the diverse selection of beanies and snapbacks while Jimin pouted and hovered. You looked at him and poked his cheeks. “What’s your problem Jimin? I brought up Changmin once and you’ve been like this since.”

He kicked at the ground and looked at you briefly before looking away. “Don’t worry about it. Just grab your hat and lets go get your panites so we can go.”

He walked out the store and leaned on the railing, looking down. You groaned in frustration and put the hats down, following him out and headed towards your favorite underwear store, Victoria Secret. You didn’t bother to see if he followed you, you just knew he did. Making a beeline to the panties you looked at all the styles and held them up to examine them carefully. A saleswoman approached you and smiled brightly. Her voice was soft and much too eager for your comfort. “Hi, welcome to Victoria Secret. Is there anything I can help you with today?”

“Uh, no thank you. I’m just gonna buy some panties, maybe a bra.”

“Oh well just so you know there is a sale going on right now, buy 5 pair of panties for twenty-five dollars. Also all bras are buy one get one half price. Do you know your measurements?”

You blushed slightly and nodded. “Yes, thank you.” When she smiled and walked away you released a relieved sigh and looked at Jimin, who was slowly going through the boyshorts as if he were genuinely intrigued. You walked over to him and grabbed a pink and blue striped pair that caught your eye, holding against your waist.

“What do you think? Too girly or just girly enough?”

He sighed and looked at you then down to the panties. “It looks fine. Is that the style that you like? Boyshorts?” He frowned and looked at the banner then nodded and grabbed about 15 pairs of underwear. “let’s go pay.”

“Jimin wait. I don’t even know if those are my size or if I like them. Can you just tell me what’s wrong? We’re supposed to be best friends.” You looked at him sadly and felt the pout on your mouth. He put the pantes back and looked at you, sighing hard.

“Don’t go on the date tomorrow.”

You blinked slowly and looked at him confused. “What?”

“I don’t want you to go on the date tomorrow.” He frowned and looked down. “Are you happy now?”

You sighed and grabbed about ten pairs of underwear and two bras then shoved past him. “I’m not happy but I would much rather have this conversation in private. Let’s go.”

He sighed and followed after you, paying for everything and carried your bags to the car. The ride was full of tense silence while you tried to understand what Jimin was dealing with.

When you reached your house he stayed in the car after you got out, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. You bent over and yelled at him. “Are you coming in or what?”

He looked at you confused then frowned, shaking his head. “I don’t think I should.”

“Park Jimin, if you don’t get out of that damn car and into the house I will never talk to you ever again.” You glared at him and crossed your arms over your chest. When he didn’t move you raised an eyebrow and turned, heading towards your door. Once the door was open you heard him get out of the car, slamming the door and running over to you.

“Why are you always so mean to me?” His voice was sad and pouty, you sighed and let him in then went right up to your room, putting your stuff away. He followed you up and sat on the bed. “Please just ignore what I said earlier. I was just…. Jealous.” You froze and looked at him confused.

“You. You were what?”

He blushed and looked down, pouting. “I get jealous too, ____. I don’t like the idea of you going out with some guy.”

You frowned and looked at him, your stomach was doing backflips and the feeling really confused you. It didn’t make sense. Why would he be jealous of you going out and dating if he dated girls. “Why were you jealous? That doesn’t make sense Jimin. You don’t get jealous of your friend going out on dates.”

“I don’t want to be your friend, ___.” He looked in your eyes and you felt your knees wobble. Backing away slowly you hit your closet door and blinked rapidly. This isn’t happening because if he really meant that then that meant he liked you. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you shook your head slowly.

“Jiminie, don’t say things like that. This isn’t funny.” He stood up and stared in your eyes. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks but couldn’t stop it even if you wanted to.

“I’m not joking. I like you. I have for a really long time now. I just…” He sighed and sat back down running a hand through his hair, looking at the floor. “I thought it was just a phase. That maybe if I started dating other girls I would forget about the way you made me feel but I couldn’t. You’re my best friend and that will never change. I just… I just want something more with that.”

You couldn’t understand anything he was saying. It just wasn’t making sense to you. The girls he dated were cute and funny and girly and you were just an average looking girl that liked to wear pants whenever possible. Shaking your head slowly you slid down the door until you were sitting on the floor. “This can’t be happening. This is just a sick dream and I’ll wake up from it tomorrow perfectly fine.”

Jimin walked over to you and knelt down in front of you, looking in your eyes then flicked your forehead. “Ow. What the hell?”

“This isn’t a dream. I’m confessing my feelings for you. I’d kind of like a response but I know it won’t be what I want to hear so I’m ok with you just telling me we’ll still be friends.” He smiled sadly and sighed. You wanted to make him happy, you hated seeing him sad but how could you cross that line? How could you just jump from being friends to dating?

Taking a deep breath you tried to just calm yourself and think clearly. If you did this, there would be no going back. You may lose Jimin forever or you may just finally date the only guy you’ve ever been attracted to. Cupping his face slowly and gently you licked your lips, taking in his wide confused eyes and his beautiful plump pink lips. You knew that if you hesitated you would chicken out so you didn’t think, you just acted.

Pressing your mouth to his, you felt  his soft lips melt into yours. It was your first kiss and it felt so much better than you had ever imagined. His hands slid up to your back and he gently pulled you closer to him. The way his lips moved against yours made butterflies flutter in your stomach and your heart beat somehow slowed. Time seemed to stop in that moment, his hands soothingly rubbing your back and leaving a comfortable warmth in it's wake, his lips that seemed to be made to fit your own perfectly were soft clouds that tasted like sweet cinnamon.

When he pulled away and looked at you lovingly, you felt the absence of his lips and pouted slightly at the cold feeling. He smiled and ran his thumb over your lip. “Wasn’t that your first kiss?” He asked slightly amused. You nodded and smiled a little.

“You were worth it.”

He looked at you thoroughly amused, holding back his laughter. “Oh? I should be saying that about you. You were better than I thought you would be.”

You smiled and tapped his nose then blushed and looked down shyly. “Jimin.”

“Hmm?” He lifted your chin gently and smiled warmly.

Biting your lip gently then looking in his eyes you found the courage to voice your request. “Stay with me tonight.”

He turned pink and smiled more then looked down. “I don’t know if I could. We’re kind of dating now and I’ve wanted you for a long time. I may not be able to control myself after it gets dark.”

You blushed and smiled, rubbing his arm slowly. “I don’t care. I want you to be my first. Besides looking back on it we were practically dating for a while now so making it official won’t change much between us, right?”

He looked at you carefully, trying to hide his eager expression. “I didn’t plan on changing too much. Just adding in some things really.” He licked his lips and glanced down at your own before meeting your eyes again. “Are you sure you want me to stay? That thing about controlling myself may have gotten weaker.”

You raised your eyebrow and looked at him amused, nodding. “I”m sure. I may have thought about it a few times.” You blushed and looked down.

“Oh? Was I any good in your imagination?”

You rolled your eyes and stood up, no longer wanting him that close to you, and walked over to your bed. There was a hunger building in you that you wanted to ignore until the night but it may be harder than you thought. He frowned and stood, hugging you from behind and kissed the nape of your neck. A soft moan escaped your mouth and you blushed deeply. He smiled against your skin and slowly licked up to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe while his hands grazed over your body.

You bit your lip, trying to hold in your moans. Jimin was always a tease and you started to wonder if he got off from it as well. “I wouldn’t say you were good or bad. It was just something that happened a few times.”

He nipped your neck, his hands slowly undoing your belt and jeans. His voice became husky and deep, sending tremors of pleasure that radiated from your core. “Did you touch yourself when you thought of me like that?”

You nodded and gasped softly at the feeling of his warm hand touching your wet slit. It felt so much better than anytime you had ever touched yourself before as he rubbed between your folds and gently massaged your clit. You moaned softly and your hand found it's way to his hair, tangling your fingers in it gently. He smirked and kissed your neck, whispering softly. “You’re so wet already and I barely touched you.”

“Shut up Jimin.”

“Oh? Is that how you want to be?” He pulled his hand out and backed away from you, smirking at your baffled expression.

“Jiminie.” You pouted and looked at him sadly. He crossed his hands over his chest and smiled stubbornly, knowing that it would drive you crazy. You took a deep breath and took off your shirt slowly then slid out of your jeans. Luckily for you, your baby blue underwear were safe from your evil washing machine and it just happened to be Jimin’s favorite color. He licked his lips as he took in the sight of you in just your bra and panties, reaching for you slowly and pulling you tightly against him.

His lips were at your ear as he squeezed your ass gently. “Do you want me that badly?”

You nodded and kissed his neck, your hands slid under his shirt and you relished in the way his body shivered at your touch. He pulled away long enough to take off his shirt and unhooked your bra, freeing your breasts and held you against him. Kissing you deeply and with more desperation than the first kiss, you were caught off guard at the differences but soon found your rhythm with him, slowly sliding your hand down to his waist and unbuttoning his jeans.

He bit your lip gently and the action forced a small moan out of your mouth, he quickly took advantage of the situation and slid his tongue in your mouth. The feeling was strange at first but it quickly became pleasurable as his tongue massaged yours skillfully, sending waves of pleasure throughout your whole body. You pulled his erect shaft out of his underwear and started to stroke him slowly, he shuddered in pleasure a moment at the sudden feeling of being touched and moaned softly in your mouth. He felt big in your hands and you were both excited and nervous to have him in you.

He pulled away slowly and you pouted, wanting to keep his lips on yours forever. He licked his lips and smiled, taking your hand away from him and pulling down your panties slowly. “Go lay on your back, babe.”

You blinked confused then nodded and laid down in the middle of the bed, propped up on your elbows with your legs closed. He pulled his underwear off completely then knelt down at your feet, spreading your legs open gently. You realized what he was doing and blushed deeply. “Jimin, you don’t have to do that. It's really ok if we don’t.”

He simply smirked and licked up your slit teasingly slow. It sent a shiver of pleasure through you that made you forget your previous qualms about it. “I want to do this. I’ve wanted to eat you for a long time.” Then he dove in, sticking his tongue in you and flicking it around. It was an intense pleasure that you couldn’t quite handle, your moans coming out softly as your heart was steadily picking up it's pace. His tongue was skillfully flicking against your walls and you were left in a state of euphoria as each movement sent more warm pulses through your body.

His tongue was carefully replaced by his finger and he looked at you as you sucked in a breath, feeling your body clench around it. He rubbed your thigh soothingly and kissed your clit, whispering softly. “Relax baby, I promise it won’t hurt.” You nodded and tried to relax, focusing on the feeling of his hand on your thigh. His mouth enclosed around your clit and licked it slowly, making you moan and you felt your body releasing all the tension it built up at having something in you. He slowly started rubbing his finger against your walls curiously until he rubbed against something that set your body on fire, your moans increased in volume and your back arched. Feeling satisfied at finding your sweet spot he kept his finger there, stroking it gently as he increased the speed of his tongue against your clit. You moaned louder and bit your lip, gripping the sheets gently. You wanted more but you were too damn nervous to touch him so you focused on watching him eat you out. His eyes were watching you and seemed to be smiling as he started thrusting his finger in you slowly.

Your moans were high and needy, your mouth was strangely empty feeling and you had the strongest craving to just taste him. “Jiminie…” You reluctantly shifted away from him. He watched you confused.

“Did I hurt you? I thought I was being gentle.”

You rubbed his cheek reassuringly, “No, you were fine. I want to try something though.”

He blinked at you confused. “Like what?” Your eyes darted down to his throbbing hard member, licking your lips hungrily and looked back in his eyes. He blushed and smiled shyly. “Oh. If that’s what you want.”

“But I want you to keep eating me out while I do it.” You looked at him with a mixture of lust and shyness while his eyes widened then a wide grin spread on his face. He moved next to you and laid on his back, tapping his lips with his finger. You smiled and slowly swung your leg over his head, placing your wet core right over his lips. He grabbed your thighs tightly and quickly went to work, moving his tongue skillfully over your clit. You moaned at the sudden fierceness and leaned down, taking his shaft in your hand and licked up from the base to the tip slowly.

He moaned softly and kept licking, sucking on it gently every so often. You jerked at the feeling of him sucking on your sensitive bud but didn’t hesitate as you took his thick length in your mouth, going as far as your mouth would allow. His moan vibrated on your clit and it made you moan in turn. You bobbed your head slowly, enjoying the feeling of him, the taste of his slightly salty sweet precum, and the feeling of his tongue on your core. You were both a mess of moans and trying to make the other cum first.

Your hand gripped the rest of his member and slowly stroked what wouldn’t fit in your mouth as you increased your speed, noting how if you hollowed your mouth he moaned more. His snuck two finger in you and started thrusting them in you quickly, making you moan loudly. He started thrusting up in your mouth and you met each of his thrusts by trying to take more of him in, moaning more as he increased the pressure of his mouth on your clit, sucking it hard and flicking his tongue quickly. You felt your oragsm coming as the waves of pleasure built up in your core, begging for release. You arched your back and started grinding your hips on his mouth, begging for more as you started sucking him harder and faster, wanting him to reach the high with you.

He complied by thrusting in your mouth faster and harder, groaning against you and thrusting his fingers in you faster. You moaned and felt a white hot heat spread through your body, your legs starting to shake as your oragsm came closer and closer. You held it back as long as you could until Jimin moaned as his shaft started to throb in your mouth, you felt the sweet hot liquid fill your mouth and swallowed it all, feeling your own climax wash over you as you moaned and gyrated on his face, riding out your high.

When the blinding hot pleasure left, you sucked his tip gently and smiled at the way his legs twitched then climbed off of him, laying down next to him and smiled shyly. He was sucking his fingers and looked at you, smiling brightly. “That was great babe. Thank you.”

“No thank you. I can’t wait until tonight. But right now I’m so tired.” You pouted and his hands pulled you against him gently, placing sweet kisses on your head.

“Don’t worry baby, we have all night~” His voice was sweet with a hint of lust. You grinned and closed your eyes, falling asleep with your boyfriend and best friend.

When you opened your eyes you found yourself naked and alone. Frowning you sat up, running your hand through your hair to try to remember what happened. Was it just a dream? The soft ache between your legs seemed to protest that idea. You stood up and left your room, yawning and stretching, thoroughly enjoying the fact that you lived alone. Maybe if you took a shower you would remember everything carefully.

Passing the kitchen you saw Jimin sitting there and blinked slowly then walked back to double check. It was definitely Jimin, sitting there at the island in his jeans with messy bedhead and eating a sandwich. He seemed to be deep in thought as you approached him, only noticing you when you right in front of him. He blinked then smiled brightly. “Well good morning sleeping beauty. Do you always walk around your house naked?”

“Hmm, sometimes if I don’t feel like getting dressed after a shower.”

“Good to know.” He winked and you rolled your eyes. You took the other half of his sandwich and took a bite. Something about his food was always so much better than when you made it. “Yah! That was mine. I would have just made you one if you asked.”

“I don’t want a whole one, just half.” You grinned around a big bite then swallowed and leaned against the island. “What were you thinking about?”

“Oh, nothing.” He forced a smile and took another bite.

You huffed and frowned. “You know I hate it when you lie to me.”

He pouted in fake innocence. “I really wasn’t thinking about anything.”

“Uh huh. Well, I’m gonna take a shower. Do you want to join me?”

His eyes disappeared into little crescent moons as he smiled brightly. “Yes.”

You finished your half of sandwich and smiled brightly. “Then come on.”

He stood up and picked you up, and ran for the bathroom, grinning wide. “You’re going to love this.”

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck then kissed it gently, nodding happily. He sat you down on the sink and turned the shower on then took his jeans off, his stiff member springing up at it's newfound freedom. “How are you hard already?”

He shrugged and smiled, raising an eyebrow. “I have the most beautiful girl naked in front of me. It's a natural reaction.” You blushed and held your arms out to him. He walked into your embrace and kissed you deeply, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your hands were up in his hair, tangling them in his thick brown locks and pulled them gently. He moaned softly in your mouth and took your bottom lip in his mouth, sucking on the soft flesh gently. You felt a wave of pleasure that went straight to your moistening core.

He broke the connection and kissed your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving bright bruises. You gripped his hair tighter and he moaned more, rubbing his shaft against your dripping folds. His voice sounded in your ear, soft and breathy. “Do you want me here or after in the bedroom?”

There was no hesitation, only a strong desire to be filled with him for the first time ever. “Now, please fuck me now.”

He looked at you and smiled, resting his forehead against yours as he lined up to your opening, rubbing the tip against it slowly. You licked your lips eagerly and braced yourself for the pain. He was just so thick that it didn’t seem like he would fit. He looked in your eyes and kissed you slowly and deep, easing the tip of him in you. You whimpered softly at the feeling until he was all the way in, his groans soft in your mouth. He rubbed your thigh slowly and looked at you apologetically. “Is it too much?”

You shook your head slowly and tried to adjust to the feeling of him in you. It was nice and warm and the way he was looking at you made it worth the pain. You slid your hands to rest around his neck and leaned in slowly, kissing him gently. He kissed you back and smiled against your lips. Slowly and gently he started moving inside of you, pulling back until he was almost out before sliding back in. It was a strange pleasurable feeling as you felt every inch of him inside of you, rubbing against your tight walls and you moaned softly in his mouth. His breath was shallow as he held back his soft moans, his eyes fluttering as he broke the kiss. “You’re so tight baby, I don’t want to rush but going like this is driving me insane.” His words were whispered into your neck and you shivered at the way it sounded.

“Then do it the way you want, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” You licked your lips and wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him gently. “I can take it baby.”

He nodded and gripped your thighs tightly, thrusting a bit faster and harder into you. Your moans coming out loud and strong as the room filled with steam. He picked you up and stepped into the shower, holding you against the wall and started thrusting deeper in you, your skin now slick with water. You moaned louder as the feeling of hot water sent it's own pleasurable shivers through you.  Biting his neck gently, you moved your hips as much as you could, grinding against his to get more friction between you and him. The feeling sent you both to a place of ecstasy as his groans become more frequent.

His grip on you was slipping and he thrusted harder in frustration. You sucked his soft skin hard, trying to muffle your moans as you felt your oragasm coming faster than before. e must have noticed because he sped up and thrusted faster in you, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly you were sure there were small galaxies forming. Your climax came in waves, arching your back you moaned and whimpered loudly, digging your nails in his back roughly. He moaned loudly and rode you through it until you calmed.

He let you down slowly and kissed you deeply. You kissed him back and stroked his hard shaft slowly, wanting him to stay hard. His hands ran over your body and he cupped your breasts gently, massaging them slowly. It sent a warm tingle through you as you felt yourself getting wet again. He patiently waited for you to get ready, not wanting to overstimulate you on your first time. He whispered softly against your lips through his own soft moans. “Enjoying yourself so far?”

Nodding and smiling against his lips, you kissed him gently. “Very much. How do you want menext?”

He groaned softly and his eyes fluttered open, looking at you lustfully. “Turn around.”

You obeyed with a smirk on your face, pressing your chest against the wall and arching your back so your ass was rubbing against him teasingly, turning your head so you could watch him. “Like this?”

He licked his lips and nodding slowly, biting his lip gently and he rubbed his top against you, the warm sensation getting your body hot with anticipation. He slid in you slowly, grabbing your hips and thrusted in you deep and hard. Somehow he felt bigger like this and you weren’t expecting that as you moaned out in a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. You closed your eyes and curled your hands in tight little fist, feeling him pound into you softly.

Jimin somehow become a different person the closer he got to his oragasm, rougher and less caring about your physical body. His grip on your hips were iron tight, only releasing them to slap your ass hard. Your moans were echoing in the shower and you pushed back against in, feeling your legs shaking from the intense pleasure you got from him being this rough with you. He rubbed the reddened flesh of your ass and slapped it harder, making you scream out in pleasure as the stinging feeling spread down to your core. He released your hips and grabbed your arms, pulling you closer to him as he thrusted into you. “You feel so good baby. I don’t ever want to fuck anyone else ever again.”

His voice sent shivers down your spine in the most pleasurable way you could have experienced. Majority of the water was hitting his back and your body was feeling a strange mixture of cold from being wet and hot from your oncoming climax. This one felt different, however as your legs shook more violently than usual. Your moans were louder and he took this as you being close, hands immediately going to your clit and rubbing it roughly. His own high was coming closer as you pushed back as much as you could against him pounding roughly into your core.

Your eyes were blinded by a splattering of white spots as the heat that was collecting in your core erupted. You felt yourself clenching around him tightly, forcing him to cum soon after but your body kept shaking. You looked down and felt your body clench more, his hand still rubbing your clit and you could have sworn you felt like you were peeing. Blushing deeply you pulled away from him and pressed yourself against the wall for support, moaning and whimpering softly. Jimin looked at you confused and concerned, rubbing you back slowly and kissing your shoulder gently. “What’s wrong baby?”

You shook your head and closed your eyes, you wanted to cry. how could you have peed at a time like this? Turning to look at him sadly, your voice was a soft, breathy whisper. “I… I think I peed when I came..”

He blinked then grinned, holding back his laughter. “Babe, it's fine. That wasn’t pee, you squirted.”

You frowned and looked at him confused. “I did what?”

He stared at you dumbfounded. “Wow, you really didn’t know anything about yourself. Some girls can cum like guys do. That’s what you did. It's really hot when a girl does that.” He pulled you against him and smiled brightly, bringing you back into the water.

You thought about it and smiled. “I guess you were just that good.”

“Babe, that’s probably the best compliment you could ever give me.” He kissed you deeply and grabbed the soap, starting to wash himself. You watched him for a moment, admiring his body then slapped his ass gently. He jumped and you giggled, washing yourself slowly.

Once out the shower and back in bed, you lay next to him, holding his hand while looking at his angelic face. “Jiminie?” Your voice was soft as you whispered to him.

“Yes babe?” He smiled at you sweetly and you returned it.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“Hmm, which part?” He looked at you curiously.

“The part about not wanting to have sex with anyone else again.” you bit your lip nervously. Of course you felt a little insecure, he was gorgeous and could have anyone he want.

He stared at you for a bit then sighed softly and rubbed your cheek. “Of course I did. Once I realized that I liked you and only you, there was no one else that I wanted. For the past two months you were the only girl I thought about.”

You blinked and smiled shyly, kissing the palm of his hand gently. “You were always the only guy I thought about, Jimin. I just didn’t realize it last week.”

“Why last week?”

“That’s when we stopped having our skype calls. I thought if you stopped being in my life then I would just be miserable. I realized then that I didn’t ever want to be without you.”

He smiled brightly and kissed you gently. “I love you, ____.”

“I love you too Jimin. I always will.”