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ynbabe · 9 months ago

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Cute situations w/ f1 drivers- ep2.

Asking the drivers if they 'wanna nap?'

Charles:

"Wanna nap?" You asked the man as soon as he stepped into his hotel room, tired and eyes red. You knew Ferrari wasn't some winter wonderland but you didn't know why Charles put up with it.

You had been close friends with the man, since before he'd started f3 too, you knew he bled Ferrari red but this wasn't bleeding this was suicide.

Nonetheless, you were there for him, every weekend, only today there wasn't much to do, he had just come back from some meetings. He looked at you and hummed, taking off team-issued merch and throwing himself on the bed beside you.

You turned on some sad Adele song and faded into sleep, holding the boy close to you, his head resting on the curve of your neck.

Carlos:

"Wanna nap?" You asked Carlos as you both walked into his drivers' room, it was early in the morning at the Las Vegas GP and just as the year before they had messed up the timings and the drivers had to wait till four-thirty in the morning to get on with the programme.

Knowing the both of you, you were sure if you hadn't extended the offer the both of you would have ended up doom-scrolling through Netflix looking for some show to watch fighting off sleep.

"What?" He asked, shocked at the offer for a second before raising his browns and winking at you, "You finally feel my charm didn't you?" he laughed as he climbed onto the small and rickety bed next to you. "Smooth operator strikes again," he praised himself, pulling you close to him, enveloping you in his arms as the big spoon.

You groaned and kicked his shin, making him complain, "Dude you're so fucking lame!" You made fun of the older man who only replied with terrorism (tickling you,) "S-top, stop, I'm sorry," you laughed, trying to escape the death grip he had on you, eventually getting him to stop.

He let you catch your breath as he set an alarm, before trapping you in his warm arms again, both drifting into a comfortable sleep.

Lando:

It was way past midnight but you couldn't sleep, unable to get yourself out of the party high, too drunk to rest your brain. Thankfully you weren't the only one.

There was a barrage of knocks on your hotel room, a slurred voice with a British accent begging to be let in. "Y/n/nnnnn, I can't sleep," he cried once in the room, stumbling over nothing as you both made your way to your bed.

You giggled as he fell, brushing his hands over the cold blanket. You joined him, crawling onto the bed slowly as the room around you spun. You laid on your back, clinging onto the bed for dear life.

Lando noticed and piled on top of you, making you raise a question brow. "So you don't fall off," he muttered, his face buried in your chest.

"Ohhhh, that makes sense," you said, understanding his thought process as the spinning slowed down. "We should nap," you said out loud, eyes shutting due to the comforting warm weight on top of you.

Lando hummed in return, wrapping his hands around your waist, as you pulled one hand up to his and another grabbing his curls for extra support.

Oscar:

There were two things everyone knew about Oscar, he hated waking up early and he loved sleeping. So when his trainer woke him up on a perfectly cosy yet cool Monday morning to exercise, he nearly wanted to kill the man, only stopping because that would take much more effort than simply going through with the workout.

Your apartment was closer to the gym than his, so he happily invited himself in to bitch and moan about his trainer and how that man must have hated him.

Rolling at your friend's antics, you pushed away your laptop, walking from the dining table to where he was sitting on your sofa.

"Wanna nap?" You had barely finished your question when you were pulled onto the Australian.

"I thought you'd never ask," he whispered, as he shuffled on the narrow sofa to get comfortable, you still on top of him, his arms wrapped around your waist and your face buried in his neck.

"Are you using me as a teddy bear?" You asked incredulously, trying to get up to no avail as the man's grip on you was far too strong.

"Yes, now let me sleep," he murmured, already half gone.

George:

George had a habit of pushing himself too far, ever since he was a child. When you guys had just newly become friends, the boy had spent hours trying to find out what exactly you liked and didn't, stalking your Instagram and your family's Facebook.

You had found it endearing but also concerning how he always wanted to be perfect. So when you walked into his house at midnight (you got a key made- there's a reason the both of you got along so well,) and found him staring unblinkingly at his laptop and a large mess of papers spread across the wooden coffee table.

"Dude, what is wrong with you," You whisper-yelled at the man making him jump, pressing a hand to his chest.

"Me? What is wrong with you?" He yelled, panting as you jumped over the back of the couch, sitting right next to him, ruffling through the papers much to his chagrin.

"Shut it, Georgie boy," you smirked at him using the nick name he hated. “What are you even doing, it’s so late?” You asked looking at the taller man who started off in a rant about the car and everything he was doing wrong, making you slide down on the sofa till you head was resting on the backrest. You lifted your feet up to rest them on the coffee table, making George rush to move a stack of papers so they wouldn’t be under your feet.

Perfect. You grabbed the man’s shoulders and made his head rest on your lap.

“What on earth are you doing!” He yelled more than asked, trying to get up but you doubled down.

“George you need to sleep,” you deadpanned as he tried to make you let him go, knowing his pleas fell on deaf ears he gave up.

You raised your brow, “wanna nap?” You asked teasing the boy.

“Only for a few minutes,” he pressed, making himself comfortable, while you tangled your fingers in his hair, “maybe more then,” he sighed and let his eyes shut, slightly watering and finally fell asleep.

Lewis

Lewis had never been a friend to you, he was more like an annoying yet caring older brother or like a fun uncle of sorts. The man was fiercely protective of his friends, even those whom he saw in animosity.

But you were different, Lewis would steal your coffee, eat your food, and push you around but he'd also sneak you Red Bull (much to his disgust,) into his driver's room during late races, walk you to your hotel room after parties and get you souvenirs from races you couldn't be at. Similarly, you loved to annoy the man, stealing his expensive jackets, which looked hilarious due to the size difference, stealing his headphones and running away with them and most importantly coming to him with your problems day or night.

So no, Lewis wasn't surprised when you showed up to his driver's room in the middle of the day, even though Toto had revoked your pass for the day (for bullying George, but it was worth it,). He was ready to tease you but then he saw your eyes, red and tears flowing down your face.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" He immediately came up to you, giving you a once-over to see if you were injured. "Did someone say something, are you hurt?" He asked panicking at your silence. You simply wrapped your arms around the older man, hiding your face in his chest, quietly sobbing and sniffling.

He walked you both to the sofa in his room, seating you down, trying to wipe your tears, "Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked as you finally calmed down, using his arm as support to sit up.

You cleared your throat, "No, I just wanna nap," you hiccuped slightly.

"Okay," he leaned back so you could rest your head on his shoulder, giving you one of his airpods to relax, which you gladly accepted.

Lance & Fernando (they aren't always gonna be together but the situations... THE SITUATIONS WRITE THEMSELVES)

"Oh honey that’s not," Lance said pointing to your coloured hair (matching with Alex) and thats how the conversation had started and had ended in a cat fight.

“At least I’m not a nepo baby,” you yelled as you threw a basket of oranges at him, which he dodged, darn those f1 reflexes. The basket itself smacked him square in the face, leaving a red indent across his nose. He glared for a second before jumping over the table you were fighting across and pulled your hair. “Owww, you bitch”

You bit his hands in defence, to which he kicked your shin, screaming you launched yourself at him, crashing the both of you to the ground, “oh my god, okay, truce, truce,” he panted, pushing you off him.

“Just so you can catch your breath,” you retorted making him mock you. In reality, you were definitely much more tired than he was. You were struggling to catch your breath, your head killing you where he grabbed a large chunk of your hair.

You turned to look at him, resting your head on his stretched arm, he was massaging his nose, the bruise turning purple now, “well that was fun,” he turned to face you.

“Sooooo fun,” you rolled your eyes, “wanna nap? My heads killing me,” you are far him in accusation but he glared right back pointing to his swollen nose.

“Sure,” he shrugged, shifting closer to you and closing his eyes. You opened your mouth to make a joke but were interrupted, “there are like a million oranges on the floor right now, I’ll throw one at you,” you accepted defeat and fell into a comfortable sleep.

That’s how Fernando found the both of you, slightly scowling but fast asleep, he took a picture for blackmail’s sake and placed a blanket over the two of you.

PT-2 w/ Max, Logan, Alex, Daniel, Yuki, Pierre, Esteban, Zhou.

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thebadboyfanclub · 2 years ago

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Welcome To Our Family (Daemon x Reader)

Hey everyone, so as I mentioned before I wanted to write a throuple thing with Rhaenyra and Daemon although even on this request there was some drama involved but it was interesting to write nonetheless. Also I don’t know why but this song inspired me the most especially the part “where you go I go, what you see I see” that was the vibe I was trying to pass for our reader with daemon

Most would say that the war in the stepstones had no place for love to blossom, the reeking stench of death had overtaken and most men had no life in their eyes, the majority prayed in gratitude that they were alive while others cursed the gods for keeping them on this forsaken realm when their friend of even their kin had been killed.

That did not even grace Daemon, who was lucky enough to spend every night in the arms of his beloved (y/n), the sister of one of his soldiers that had been wounded, (y/n) had marched in and demanded that her brother will come home.

“I will be damned if I allow you to give more than an arm for this, you are coming with me”

Her brother had obeyed her, she was as fragile as a rose but her thorns stung more than anything, right then and then Daemon had become a mere slave to his emotions, something that had never occurred before.

“I wish I could stay in your arms forever”

“That would be a dream, my love, however, we are counting the days until you depart, your wife probably awaits you”

Daemon was deeply offended by the jab his lover had thrown at him, slowly he rose up and away from her arm reach to look her straight in the eyes, the fireplace burned bright and the light shined against her glistening skin.

“You are questioning my feelings for you”

“I am questioning how strong they are, you are a prince, a husband, your life seems to hold no room for me”

“Is that how you think of this? That I just wanted to bed you?”

“Do you truly wish for me to answer that?”

Silence took over them while the only sound came from the crackles of the fire, Daemon was aware of how badly this could look, she was a commoner, a mere lady, and the realm would never accept her even if Daemon had not wed another.

“You and our daughter mean everything to me”

“But nothing to the king, he will ask for my head once he finds out I am carrying your child”

“I would never put your lives at risk”

“How do you plan on keeping us safe my love?”

“Do not worry about that, I will take care of everything”

(Y/n)s belly was starting to show, it wouldn’t take long for the king and his little whisperers to demand answers, the easy route was to declare his kin a bastard but Daemon was flying on cloud nine when (y/n) announced that she was with child, no he must do right by her.

He flew with her to Pentos, far away from Viserys and people that cared most about titles and crowns than love and compassion.

“Twins, my prince, two sons, praise the mother”

“What about (y/n)”

“The lady is a warrior, she is tired but healthy”

Daemon did not speak another word to the maester, he simply passed by him and into the room to find his beloved laying in bed, a faint smile on her face as she held one of her children while the other was being held by a midwife.

“You owe me 3 dragon coins”

“It is a bet I will happily pay, how are you feeling?”

“Sore and gross but happy, why don’t you hold him?”

“I-“

“Come on love it is merely a babe, like… so”

Slowly (y/n) passed one of her sons to her lover, instructing him to hold it carefully but securely, then she reached for the midwife so she can have her other son in her arms, both of the babes were quiet in their parent's arms.

“What should we name them?”

“I was thinking of Orryn, and mayhaps… Baelon?”

“Baelon and Orryn, the two princes”

Daemon and (y/n) had grown inseparable much to his brother's dislike Daemon had scoffed at his previous marriage and took his place next to his most endearing (y/n) that had blessed him with not just two children, but with passion, and comfort, she created a home for him, without her there was no warmth, no color.

Viserys was only finding out the milestones his brother was achieving with his mistress via ravens that Daemon dared to send, the birth of his sons had scratched a wound in Viserys that was not quite healed yet, so naturally when Rhea had passed due to fever, Daemon had even dared to invite Viserys to his wedding that took place in Pentos.

(Y/n) had just given birth to another set of siblings, Alyssa and Arren, two silver-haired princesses that slept peacefully through the night and would only stay quiet if (y/n) or Daemon held them, (y/n)s parents and brother had traveled to Pentos to finally meet the children and also attend the wedding.

“You look dashing sweetling, I see the prince has taken good care of you”

“How could I not? What is more important than the happiness of my lady wife?”

“We must admit we had conflicting thoughts over you my prince, I am happy that you proved us wrong”

“I do not hold it against you, she is your daughter you want what is best for her, also you were not the only one, (y/n) was also very skeptical over my intentions”

“I had every reason to do so”

“I have made peace with the fact that you will never admit you were wrong my love, you do not have to find excuses for it”

Daemon and (y/n) were wed in Valyrian traditions, something that infuriated Viserys, how dare he wed a commoner with the sacred paths of old Valyria, it was distasteful and utterly disrespectful, Viserys had only sent a one-sentence raven scroll back

“You disgust me, never come back”

Daemon had only rolled his eyes at it and threw it in the fire, he couldn’t care less about Kings Landing, they could eat each other for all he cared, (y/n) and their children were all that mattered ever since he met with the beautiful hues of hers, he treasured everything about her and worshipped the ground she walked on, he would always hold her close and shower her with gifts.

“We received a raven, I have taken the liberty to open it”

“What is it?”

“Laenor Velaryon has passed, and your niece is requesting our presence, well yours to be specific, she said “I need you, uncle”

“You are jealous, I have never seen you get jealous”

“Is this the one you told me about, that “spur of the moment” girl?”

“Indeed, we do not have to go, besides, my brother banished me”

“No, it is the first time our presence is requested”

“My dear, you are with child and the flight is long”

“I will be fine, I know it”

Daemon was certain he could not sway her, once something was on her mind there was nothing that could turn it around, he was also aware that the reason she was so adamant was a side of hers that felt threatened, there was a ghost of his past that was requesting attention and (y/n) was not willing to walk away from this without putting up a fair fight.

At a day (y/n) and her 8 children stood next to her and her husband all dressed in black, everyone rubbed their eyes at the sight of such numerous children, (y/n) always knew she was meant to be a mother and that fact that she had Daemon as her husband made it so much easier.

Until it didn’t, they were summoned by the king after the ceremony, (y/n) felt her stomach drop as soon as she walked in the room, instinctively her one hand went over her growing belly, yet she mastered the strength to place a smile and curtsy before the king.

“What is the meaning of this brother?”

“I was hoping we could agree to some sort”

“Over what?”

“I wish for you to come back, I… will legitimize your children and wife as she has proven worthy, bringing forward 8 children with another on the way is no easy task”

“The gods have been generous to us that is correct, we are grateful for this offer but forgive me to ask, since you mentioned an agreement it seems you want something in return”

“Correct, there is no smooth way to say this but as a parent, I hope you understand that I would do anything to protect my daughter”

“No”

“Daemon”

“If you are asking us to wed Rhaenyra then you have lost your mind, I will not involve my wife and children in your scandals”

“Pardon my husband, I think you can understand the reason behind his outburst”

Daemon was left confused over (y/n)s composure that attempted to cover for his utter refusal to hide his brother's plans, he turned to observe his wife, she was calm, and her hand went to find his as their fingers intertwined (y/n) gave him a slight squeeze of comfort.

“The legitimacy of our children and our marriage is something that we are interested in, however, you can see why we might have some objections over accepting Rhaenyra in our marriage”

“You are trying to negotiate?”

“Yes”

“What else would you like to accept, please speak freely”

“I want my children to be given dragon eggs as well as meet any unclaimed dragons, they are Targaryens, they should have the pick of their dragons as well”

“Done”

“I shall also be considered Rhaenyras wife, if we were to wed I shall have the same rights as my husband”

“You are suggesting the realm accept you as the future queen's consort?”

“As you mentioned I brought forward 8 children and another on the way, the crown shall accept them as future princes and princesses, if not then there is nothing for us here”

Daemon chose to observe his lady wife than speak up, she took initiative and strived for the best option, something he admired in her but he had never really witnessed how far she was willing to go to secure the future of her family, now she was sacrificing a spot in their marriage for a seat at the table, Viserys had been outsmarted by what he used to frown upon.

“Very well, we accept your conditions”

“Well then… welcome to our family Princess Rhaenyra”

(Y/n) and Daemon wed Rhaenyra as they had once done while their children and the rest of their family watched, Rhaenyra had underestimated the lady, (y/n) and might not be as assertive or rebellious as Daemon but her wits and calculated movements showed a woman that walked with her head held high and every step was thought after.

The days turned to seasons and then years, everyone was holding their breaths as they took a front-row seat to one of the most important marriages and alliances within the Targaryen Dynasty.

(Y/n) was held in the best light by the small folk, “the realms mother”, and “the Alyssane reborn” as her fertility kept thriving, blessing Daemon with another set of twins soon after Rhaenyra was wed, the two beautiful baby girls were named Megaera and Valera, the first of their family to receive dragon eggs on their cradles a gift by Rhaenyra who picked them herself then came Aegon, Viserys, and Visenya, overall (y/n) had the castle of Dragonstone filled with children, 13 to be precise.

Rhaenyra was painfully aware of how those babies came to fruition, Daemon's thirst for his wife was evident and he did not even consider giving Rhaenyra the courtesy of hiding, Rhaenyra had lost count of the times she had walked in on (y/n), and Daemon lusting after one another at all hours of the day and any room that was close to them, she sometimes wondered if the legends of Rhaenys being the favorite wife of Aegon made Visenya go through what Rhaenyra was also experiencing, is that mayhaps the reason behind Rhaenyra identifying with the warrior queen?

As (y/n) and Daemon stood by Rhaenyra at court, defending her and consulting her on important matters, painting the picture of a happy marriage with two spouses that supported her revolutionary claim, the realm expected Rhaenyra to bare a child as well, (y/n) was producing heirs one after the other, Rhaenyras womb laid empty since Daemon did not spend not even one night in her chambers.

It was the first time in years that the three of them had stepped foot in kings landing, Vaemond had called the court to usurp Lucerys from his claim at the driftwood throne, naturally, all 13 of their children were present along with the three boys from Rhaenyras previous marriage, (y/n) insisted that it would show how United they are and having that strong of a number on their side would scare off any other accusations.

A solid plan, until Ser Vaemond decided to protest against the king affirming young Lucerys as the successor for the driftwood throne.

“You run your house as you see fit, but I would rather die than let that boy take over my family’s name, parading around because you are too blind to see the truth”

“You dare question the decision of a king?”

“Look at them, all thirteen of them hold the characteristics of old Valyrian, true born heirs that I would happily accept as mine even though they came from a womb of a commoner, and you ask me to accept these three boys as Velaryons? It is blasphemy”

“You are certainly bold Ser Vaemond, you have the nerve to call me a commoner when I hold the future queen and the brother of the king as my spouses, my children are not thirteen, but sixteen, and all of them hold their names with pride, it saddens my heart to see that the thirst for recognition has turned you to this low of antics”

“Her children are BASTARDS! and she. Is. A. Whore”

“Pity, you had such great potential”

As (y/n) finished her sentence Daemon had taken the liberty to end Ser Vaemonds life, a clean cut through his head right above his tongue with the great sword dark sister, causing most people to gasp while (y/n) smirked and watched the body fall on the well-polished floor.

“No one disrespects our family”

“Disarm him!”

“No need, my love”

Daemon stretched his hand to his beloved (y/n) who only turned to pinch Lucerys cheek before she took her husband's hand to walk away, only to halt and turn around again, looking back to the rest of her family members.

“Rhaenyra”

Rhaenyra was grateful for (y/n)s graciousness, there was nothing that she could hold against her, she was loving and caring to her three boys, she would listen to Rhaenyra about any concerns for hours and even now she defended and included her in front of everyone.

She should be satisfied with such, still a thorn stuck in her heart and pride making Rhaenyra feel second best when it came to Daemon's heart, it has always been (y/n), (y/n) carried his offspring’s, he gave up everything for her, took her away and gave her a life full of gifts and love, the finest of any kind was reserved for (y/n).

“Pardon my intrusion, the princess is requesting Prince Daemon in her chamber”

“It is late, can it not wait?”

“Sweetling, the poor girl cannot know, go to her, I will be waiting for you”

“Fine, take your nightgown off for me, I want us to get straight to it when I get back”

Daemon whispered deviously before he planted a passionate kiss on the lips he most adored, reluctantly pulled away with an audible gruff and followed the servant girl silently, wondering what was so important that he had to leave his precious bed and his lustful wife right in the heat of the moment.

Rhaenyra paced back and forth with impatience written all over her demeanor and face, Daemon always had an influence over her, making her feel like a little girl again, though this was a different type of anxiety, once Daemon entered the room and the servant gave them their privacy Rhaenyra took a deep inhale through the nose to ease her nerves.

“I hoped to confront you over our marriage”

“What of it?”

“Do you truly think everything is fine or are you just blind?”

“I and my wife have honored our vows”

“That is the problem, you and your wife, it has never been just your vows”

“When you wed us you were to understand your place when it came to me and (y/n), I never used her as a surprise, you called for our aid and we generously offered it”

He was right, Rhaenyra had never been blindsided by them, (y/n) was a staple of their marriage, (y/n)s strive for the legitimacy of her children was the only reason Daemon allowed their wedding to happen, (y/n) had drank for Rhaenyras cup just as daemon had, binding their hands together and swore loyalty and devotion to their future queen.

As a woman Rhaenyra felt cast aside, this marriage was an insult to her pride, and having to bare through a birth of a child one after the other with a smile on her face was a twist of a knife in her wound, while her womb lay empty.

“You refuse to spend time with me, alone, you only show up with your children-“

“Our children, (y/n) and I call your sons our sons”

“At court yes”

“Are you questioning our actions? I did not have you to be as dim-witted as you seem right now, (y/n) called Lucerys her trueborn son in front of everyone, I took a man’s head for insulting you and our house and yet you stand before me and claim it is not enough for your liking?”

“I stand here to remind you that we have yet to produce a child, you can kill as many men as you wish, and (y/n) can scream it at the top of her lungs but that does not change that everyone sees her parading her belly and call her the realms mother while my womb rottenness under this wedlock”

“Rotten? Alright then, let us entertain this and say you bare my child, a silver-haired beauty that the realm will welcome, has it crossed that brilliant mind of yours that this will be more of a scandal for your three boys?”

“My sons are Targaryens”

“No doubt about it, but certainly they do not look like the part, in comparison to their brothers and sisters they look more like (y/n) than you”

“You are not refusing to lay with me to hush the rumors, you simply do not have the urge for it, I remember a time that you did, mayhaps it was the image of a gullible girl that kept you going”

“Listen and listen well, wife, (y/n) is my eternal love, the woman that took me in her arms and showed me life, you are my blood, I protected you, I defended you, I offered you sanctuary just so you can once again have something to complain about, well that is it, if you dare to summon me again for such idiotic matters I will grab my brother by the neck and force him to annul the marriage do you understand?”

Daemon was furious, as he spoke he started taking steps towards her, to the point that her back found the wall and Daemon was inches away from her face, hissing out the threat of annulment like a snake that released poison to its prey.

Rhaenyra had never experienced such hostility from Daemon, to say she was shocked was an understatement as her eyes frantically tried to find focus on his, daemons eyes were filled with fury, Rhaenyra had crossed the line in his mind, (y/n) had been kind and honorable to the princess, doing her duty like a proper lady wife and Rhaenyra scoffed at her, at his (y/n).

“Alright”

“Wonderful, now you must excuse me, I have some urgent matters that need my attention”

Requests are open!

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lousypotatoes · 9 months ago

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Women Think I'm Tasty

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5

Reader has grey skin, and monarch butterfly wings, they can be any color that you want. This is reader's outfit and shoes. If you want something different, you're more than welcome to imagine something else!!

This chapter takes place during the pilot episode.

Song Recommendation:

Set Fire To The Rain - Adele

"Charlie? Are you okay?"

Charlie turned around and saw her aunt walking towards her, a concerned look on her face.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Y/N," Charlie said. "The extermination just has me thinking that's all.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay," Y/N said gently, grabbing onto Charlie's shoulders. "Your idea is amazing and its gonna work, I'm sure of it."

Charlie smiled. "Thanks Y/N,"

"That's what I'm here for, kiddo," Y/N smiled back. "Now c'mon, let's go back inside. It smells gross out here."

Y/N was sitting on the couch in the hotel, scrolling on her phone, reading about the latest extermination and the turf wars.

"This is all so fucking stupid," she muttered as she scrolled. "I hate the end of extermination day so fucking much."

"Y/N, are you coming?" said a voice.

Y/N looked up and saw her niece's girlfriend, Vaggie.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked.

"We're going to the news station to try and get the hotel out there," Vaggie explained.

"Oh shit!" Y/N exclaimed, jumping off the couch. "I totally forgot that was today! Yeah, I'm coming, let me just get my shoes on."

"You don't have to come if you don't want to," Charlie said.

"No, I want to," Y/N said as she put her boots on. "You're gonna need all the support you can get. Besides, I want this to happen almost as much as you do."

"Thanks Y/N," Charlie said hugging her aunt. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"The feeling is mutual," Y/N laughed, hugging Charlie back. "Now c'mon we don't wanna be late do we?"

"Good afternoon, I'm Katie Killjoy,"

"And I'm Tom Trench,"

Y/N sat on the couch in the dressing room, watching the news play on the T.V., her leg bouncing up and down nervously.

"Chaos out of Pentagram City today as the turf war is raging on the west side," Tom Trench said on the T.V. "Between notable king pin Sir Pentious and self-proclaimed spunky powerhouse, Cherri Bomb."

"That's right Tom," Katie Killjoy said. "After the recent extermination, many areas are now up for grabs."

The T.V showed footage of the fight between Sir Pentious and Cherri Bomb, the two of them throwing egg creatures and bombs at each other.

"Demons all over Hell are already duking it out to gain new territory," Katie said as the footage played.

"Those two seem to be really going at it, huh?" Tom said as the footage finished.

"It looks like they're fighting tooth and nail for that hot spot," Katie said, putting an actual tooth in her mouth and eating it.

'Gross,' Y/N thought, grimacing.

"And I'd sure like to nail her hot spot," Tom chuckled.

"You are a limp dick jackass, Tom. Or should I say..." Katie said, pouring hot coffee onto Tom's lap. "No dick."

Tom held his lap, trying to keep his sounds of pain down.

"Coming up next, we have an exclusive interview with the daughter of Hell's own head honcho," Katie said, ignoring Tom. "Who's here to discuss her brand-new passion project. All that and more after the break."

Y/N got up, walking over to Charlie and Vaggie.

"You remember what to say?" Vaggie asked as she finished fixing Charlie's bow tie.

Charlie took in a deep breath. "Yes! Let's do this!"

"Just look at me and I'll mouth it to you," Vaggie said, making Charlie frown.

"Come on Vaggie, I know what to say," Charlie groaned. "I just feel like we need to...I don't know, make things sound more exciting."

Charlie gasped. "Ohhhh what if I s-"

"Sing a song about it?" Y/N finished. "Charlie, sweetie, I love you and your ideas, but please for the love of Satan, please don't sing.

"Your aunt's right, this is serious." Vaggie said, grabbing onto Charlie's shoulders.

"Well you know, I'm better at expressing myself and my goals through song," Charlie said, climbing on the table.

"I know and you're great at it but," Y/N struggled to find the right words. "Life isn't a musical hun."

"Fine. But I have these other ideas of what to say," Charlie said, jumping up and down. "The highlighted bits are the best parts!"

Vaggie took the paper and read it, Y/N skimmed through it over Vaggie's shoulder.

"It's all highlighted," Vaggie said.

"Is that a drawing?" Y/N asked.

"Yes! That's the happy ending scene!" Charlie exclaimed, grabbing Vaggie's and Y/N's shoulders. "Everyone's smiling and happy in Heaven!"

"I don't think it's that simple," Vaggie said, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Just please follow the talking points that the three of us went over."

"And do NOT sing!" Y/N said.

"Okayyy fine," Charlie groaned as an alarm bell went off, signaling that the commercial break was over. "I'll just have to result to my impeccable improv skills." she said, walking away.

Y/N looked over at Vaggie, who had a worried look on her face.

"Hey," Y/N said, putting her arm around Vaggie's shoulders. "She'll be fine, I know it."

"I hope so," Vaggie sighed.

Suddenly, the T.V. screen turned on. The two of them watched intently.

"Welcome back," Katie said, her neck cracking in an unnatural way. "So, Charlotte,"

"It's Charlie," Charlie said awkwardly.

"Whatever," Katie dismissed. "Tell us about this new passion project you've been insistently pestering our news station about!"

"How many times did Charlie call the new station?" Y/N asked.

"37 times," Vaggie muttered.

"37!? What!?"

"Well," Charlie said, looking around. She made eye contact with Vaggie and Y/N, and they urged her to go on.

"As most of you know, I was born here in Hell and growing up, I always tried to see the good in everything around me," she said, as Katie killed a bug, the bug's blood landing on Charlie's cheek. "Hell is my home and you are my people. We...we just went through another extermination. We lost so many souls, and it breaks my heart to see my people being slaughtered every year and no one is even given a chance!" she banged her fist on the table.

"I can't stand idly by while the place I live is subjected to such violence," she said, getting up and walking around.

Vaggie and Y/N looked at each other in concern.

"Soo, I've been thinking," Charlie said. "Isn't there a more humane way to endure overpopulation here in Hell? Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through...redemption? Well, I think yes! So that's what this project aims to achieve!"

"Ladies and gentlemen," she said, walking back over to the reporter's desk and sitting down. "I'm opening up a first of its kind! A hotel that rehabilitates sinners!"

It was quiet, people stared at her in confusion and shock.

"You know, 'cause hotels are for people passing through, temporarily," Charlie laughed awkwardly.

Y/N slapped her forehead. "She's getting killed out there," she muttered.

"I figure it would serve a purpose," Charlie said looking down. "A place to work towards redemption...yay!"

"Hah! Stupid bitch," the cameraman beside Y/N laughed. In one swift move, Y/N punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"Serves you right asshole," she muttered.

"Look, every single one of you has something good deep down inside, I know you do." Charlie said sincerely. Suddenly her eyes widened, and she smirked. "Maybe I'm not getting through to you."

"Oh no," Vaggie and Y/N said at the same time.

~Happy Day In Hell song plays out (I'm too lazy to write out the whole thing)~

After Charlie was done singing her song, she was standing on the desk, breathing heavily.

"Wow," said a random demon. "That was shit."

Everybody started to laugh. Charlie's face started to fall.

Y/N looked around, wanting to punch everybody in there in the face for laughing.

"What in the nine circles makes you think a single citizen of Hell would give two shits about becoming a better person?" Katie laughed. "You have no proof that this little experiment even works! You want people to be good? Just because?"

"Well," Charlie said. "We have a patron already, who believes in our cause, and he's shown incredible progress!"

The crowd oohed.

"Oh?" Katie said. "And who might that be?"

"Don't say his name, don't say his name," Y/N said.

"Oh, just someone named Angel Dust,"

"The porn star?" Tom asked.

"You fucking mutt, Tom," Katie said, scratching the desk "In any case, That's not even an accomplishment. I'm sure you can get that hooker to do anything with enough sugar and lube."

"Oh, I beg to differ," Charlie leaned in closer to Katie. "He's been behaved, clean, and out of trouble for two weeks now."

Suddenly, Katie pushed Charlie off the desk. "We are receiving word that a new player has entered the ongoing turf war!" she said cheerfully. "Let's go to the live feed."

The footage showed Angel Dust stepping on the egg creatures and shooting guns

"Oh shit," Y/N muttered. "I swear, I'm gonna kick that spider's ass."

"It looks like the one who just joined the battle is none other than porn actor, Angel Dust!" Katie said. "What a juicy coincidence! You must feel really stupid right now."

Katie and Tom started to laugh. "Ratings!" The two of them said, doing jazz hands.

"Don't look at this!" Charlie said, trying to block out the green screen footage.

"Well, it sure looks like your little project is dead on arrival." Katie said. "Tell us, how does it feel to be such a total failure?" Katie started laughing

"That's it," Y/N said, walking towards the front, pushing the crowd out of the way.

"Yeah, well, how does it feel that I got your pen huh? Bitch!"

Katie stopped laughing.

Charlie laughed awkwardly, already knowing that she was in some deep shit. "Oops," she said, putting the pen back down.

Tom immediately ran, and Katie jumped on Charlie.

"Hey, cock sucker!" Y/N yelled, jumping onto Katie's back. "Get the FUCK off my niece!"

Using all the strength she could muster she kicked Katie as hard as she could, making Katie pull on her wings.

Charlie and Katie fought for a little while longer, with Y/N trying to pull Katie off her. Somehow, Tom Trench caught on fire. The four of them started screaming.

"I said get the FUCK off of her!" Y/N screamed, pulling Katie off and grabbing onto Charlie's hand. "Vaggie! C'mon! Let's go!"

"I swear I'm gonna fucking kill Angel!"

Y/N, Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel Dust sat in the limo.

Charlie was looking out the window, Angel was playing with window button, and Y/N and Vaggie were glaring at him.

"What?" Angel asked.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Y/N cried out. "What the fuck were you doing!?"

"I owed my girl buddy a solid," Angel said. "Isn't that a 'redeeming' quality? Helping friends with stuff."

"Not with turf wars that result in territorial genocide!" Vaggie yelled.

"You win some, you lose a few hundred," Angel laughed, putting his feet up on the seat. "It wasn't that bad anyway,"

He continued to play with the window button until Vaggie threw a knife at it, breaking it.

"Oh, come on! I had to!" he said. "My credibility was on the line! I mean, what kind of repuation would I have if people found out I was tryin' to go clean? It just throws out my entire persona."

"Your credibilty, are you serious?" Y/N asked. "What about the hotels? You made us look like a fucking joke!"

"No, no, no, babe," Angel said. "Jokes are funny. I made you look...uhh...sad. And pathetic! Like an orphan with no arms or legs...with progeria! Right, now I'm bummed thinkin' about it. This thing have any liquor?"

"Can you please just try to take this seriously?" Vaggie asked.

"Fine, I'll try, just don't get your taco in a twist, baby."

"Was that you trying to be sexist or racist?"

"Whatever pisses you off more," Angel said, looking for booze. "Is there seriously no liquor in here?"

"We should just kill him," Y/N said to Vaggie.

"Too late, toots," Angel said. "Wait, would that make me double dead? Where exactly do I go? To double hell?" Angel started laughing. "Sorry, you're stuck with me, bitches, get used to it."

Vaggie started muttering in Spanish.

"Listen, who cares is some jackoffs got hurt?" Angel said. "Most of them are ugly freaks. Look around, you got a bunch of Harley Quinn babies down here."

"You're one to talk," Y/N muttered, making sure Angel heard.

"Hey! This body is flawless. Everyone wants some of me, and I got the creepy fan letters to prove it."

"Ew, gross, put that fucking thing away," Y/N said, not wanting to look at the creepy fan letter any longer.

"That was really uncool, you know, Angel," Charlie said, finally speaking up.

"Uncool!?" Vaggie cried. "After that trainwreck there is no way anyone is gonna want to stay at the hotel! All thanks to you and your selfish bullshit!"

"Does that mean I don't have a free room anymore?"

It was quiet for a moment. Y/N debated whether she should kill him right then and there.

"Hey, come on, we don't know if things are over yet," Charlie said. "Y/N, Vaggie, try to relax, it'll be okay!"

Vaggie smiled softly when Charlie put her hand on her shoulder. It made Y/N happy knowing that Charlie found someone who cared about her just as much as she and Lucifer did.

Finally, the limo reached the hotel, the four of them getting out and walking into the hotel.

Y/N flopped down on the couch, Vaggie sat down next to her.

"It's probably a good idea to get some actual food in this place," Angel said, sucking on a popsicle. "You know, to feed all the wayward souls you got in here." Angel laughed.

Sensing that Charlie wasn't in the mood, Angel stopped laughing and walked away.

Y/N was sore and tired, she didn't even pay attention to when Charlie walked away. Right as she was about to doze off, Charlie ran into the room.

"Vaggie! Y/N!"

"What now?" Y/N groaned.

"The Radio Demon is at the door,"

"What!?" Vaggie and Y/N said.

"Uhh who?" Angel asked.

"What should I do?" Charlie asked.

"Okay, well, um, whatever you do, don't let him in!" Y/N said, standing up.

Charlie walked to the front door and opened it up.

"What did I just say?"

Vaggie got up and grabbed her spear, Y/N not far behind her.

"Stop right there!" Vaggie yelled, holding her spear to his throat. "I know your game, and I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone here you pompous, cheesy, talk show, shit lord!"

"Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here," Alastor said, his mouth not moving. "I would have done so."

Y/N very slowly started to back up, not wanting to be close to the Radio Demon.

"Now, I'm here because I want to help!" Alastor said cheerfully.

"Umm excuse me?" Y/N asked, dumbfounded.

"Hello? Is this thing on?" Alastor asked, tapping his cane/microphone.

"No, no, I heard you loud and clear," Y/N said warily. "You want to help us?"

"Yes! I want to help with you with this ridiculous you're trying to do! This hotel!" Alastor said. "I want to help you run it."

"Uhhh why?" Charlie asked.

"Why does anyone do anything?" Alastor laughed. "Sheer, absolute boredom!"

Y/N suspiciously eyes him up and down.

"I've lacked inspiration for decades," Alastor said, pushing Vaggie. "My work became mundane, lacking focus, aimless! I've come to create a new form of entertainment!"

"Does getting into a fist fight with a reporter count as entertainment?" Charlie said awkwardly.

Alastor laughed. "It's the purest kind, my dear," he said. "Reality! Cruel passion! And after all, the world is a stage, and the stage, is a world of entertainment."

"So, does this mean you think it's possible to rehabilitate a demon?" Charlie asked hopefully but was cut off by Alastor laughing.

"Of course not!" he laughed. "That's wacky nonsense! Redemption, oh the non-existent humanity! No, no, no, no, I don't think there's anything left that can save such loathsome sinners," he said, looking over at Y/N, Vaggie, and Angel. "The chance given was the life they lived before, the punishment is this! There is no undoing what is done."

"Then why are you here, if you don't believe in our cause?" Y/N asked, her eyebrow raised.

"Consider is an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself!" Alastor said, spinning Charlie. "I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment, only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure,"

Y/N stared at him with uneasiness.

"Right," Charlie said, removing herself from Alastor's grasp.

"Yes indeedy!" Alastor said, leading Charlie away. "I see big things coming our way, and who better to help you then..."

Y/N, Vaggie, and Angel stared at him as he walked off with Charlie.

"So, uh, what's the deal with smiles over there?" Angel asked.

"You've never heard of Alastor before?" Y/N asked. "You've been down here longer than me and Vaggie."

Angel shrugged his shoulders.

"The Radio Demon? One of the most powerful beings Hell has ever seen?" Y/N asked.

"Eh, not big on politics," Angel said, crossing his arms.

"Ugh, you explain, Vaggie," Y/N said. "I have a headache."

"Fine," Vaggie groaned, then cleared her throat. "Decades ago, Alastor manifested in Hell, seemingly overnight. He began to topple overlords who had been dominant for centuries. That kind of raw power had never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. Then, he broadcasted his carnage all throughout Hell, just so everyone could witness his ability. Sinners started calling him the Radio Demon, as lazy as that is. Many have speculated what unimaginable forces enabled him to rival our world's most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing's for sure, he's an unpredictable source of danger, a wicked spirit of mystery, and a violent monster of chaos, the likes of which we can't risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased!" Vaggie finished.

"Are ya done?" Angel said. "He looks like a strawberry pimp!"

"Well, I don't trust him!" Vaggie said.

"To be fair," Angel said. "Do you trust any man?"

Y/N elbowed him in his ribcage, hard, as Vaggie got up and walked over to Charlie.

"Ow!" he said, rubbing his side. "That fucking hurt!"

"Yeah, well maybe you shouldn't act like a self asorbed asshole then!"

"Says you, you uptight, prissy bitch!"

"At least I don't have to fuck greasy truckers to make some cash!"

"At least greasy truckers want to actually fuck me!"

"How is that an insult? That's just sad!"

The two of them continued to argue until Charlie started to speaking to Alastor, catching Y/N's attention.

"Okay, so, Al," she said. "You're sketchy as fuck and you clearly see what I'm trying to do here as a joke. But I don't. I think everyone deserves a chance to prove that they can be better, so I'm taking your offer to help, on the condition that there be no trickster, voodoo strings attached." she finished, a fake smile plastered on her face.

"So it's a deal then?" Alastor asked, holding out his hand.

Green light started to emit in the room, almost knocking Y/N, Vaggie and Angel over.

"Nope!" Charlie said. "No shaking, no deals, I....hmm...as princess of Hell and heir to the throne, I uh hearby order that you help out with this hotel, for as long as you desire.

It was quiet for a moment. Charlie looked over at Vaggie and Y/N, Vaggie looked to the side, a concerned look on her face. Y/N shrugged her shoulders.

"Sound fair?" Charlie asked.

"Hmm, fair enough,"

"Cool beans,"

Alastor hummed while he looked around, suddenly he grabbed Vaggie by the chin. "Smile my dear!" he said. "You know you're never fully dressed without one."

Alastor continued to walk around, humming.

"What's he doing?" Y/N whispered to Vaggie.

"No clue," she whispered back. "But whatever it is, I don't like it."

"So where is your hotel staff?" Alastor asked Charlie.

"Uhh well..." Charlie said, looking over at Vaggie and Y/N.

Alastor laughed. "You're going to need more than that,"

Behind Alastor's back, Y/N flipped him off.

"And what you can do my feminine fellow?" Alastor asked Angel.

"I can suck your dick!"

"Hah! No!"

"Your loss,"

"Well, this just won't do," Alastor said. "I supposed I can cash in a few favors to liven things up."

"Um, what do you mean by that?" Y/N asked, Alastor ignored her.

He snapped his fingers, and something appeared in the fireplace.

He walked over and picked it up. It was small and had soot all over it, whatever it was.

Suddenly, it's eye opened, staring at them all. Y/N backed up.

It moved and all the soot off of it was gone. It was a little demon, resembling a cockroach. She smiled at the four of them, her one eye looking around.

"This little darling is Niffty," Alastor said, dropping her.

"Hi! I'm Niffty!" she said, waving at them "It's been a while since I've made new friends! Why are you all women? Is there any men here!? I'm sorry, that's rude. Oh man, this place is filthy! This place really needs a lady's touch, which is weird because you're all ladies, no offense. Oh my gosh this is awful!" she said, running around, dusting.

The four of them stared at Niffty in confusion, and a little bit of fear.

Alastor snapped his fingers again and a grumpy looking cat hybrid appeared.

"What the fuck is this?" the cat asked.

"You!" he said, pointing at Alastor.

"Oh, Husker, my good friend, glad you could make it!" Alastor said.

'So that's his name,' Y/N thought. 'He's not that bad looking.'

"Don't you 'Husker' me you son of a bitch!" Husker said. "I was about to win the whole damn pot!"

"Good to see you too!"

"What the hell do you want with me this time?"

"My friend, I am doing some charity work, so I took it upon myself to volunteer your services, I hope that's okay!" Alastor said.

"Are you shittin' me?"

"Hmm, no I don't think so!" Alastor said cheerfully.

Husker pushed Alastor off of him. "You thought it would be some kind of big fucking riot just to pull me out of nowhere!?" he said. "You think I'm some kind of fucking clown!?"

"Maybe,"

"I ain't doing no fucking charity job," Husker said.

"Well, I figured you would be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment." Alastor said, pointing at the hotel bar. "With your charming smile and welcoming energy, this job was made for you. Don't worry my friend, I can make this more welcoming, if you wish," Alastor said, summoning a bottle of booze.

Husker stared at the bottle for a moment.

"What? You think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap booze!?" Husker said, grabbing the bottle. "Well you can," he said downing the bottle.

'An alchoholic, even better.' Y/N thought.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Vaggie said. "No bar! No alchohol! This is supposed to be a place that discourages sin, not some kind of brothel man cave!"

"Shut up!" Angel said, tackling Vaggie. "We are keeping this!" he said, pointing to Husker.

"Hey," he said, leaning on the bar.

"Go fuck yourself," Husk said

"Only if you watch me,"

Y/N pushed Angel out of the way. "Sorry about him, he's horny all the time, you get used to it after a while."

Husk looked her up and down, a small smile coming onto his face. Before he could say something, Charlie came and pushed herself in between them.

"Oh my gosh! Welcome to the Happy Hotel!" she exclaimed, stars in her eyes. "You are going to love it here!"

"I lost the ability to love years ago," he said, drinking more of the booze.

"So, what do you think?" Alastor asked.

"This is amazing!" Charlie said, a huge smile on her face.

"Not bad, I'll give you that," Y/N said, walking towards him.

"It's okay," Vaggie said.

Alastor laughed, pulling the three of them closer to him. "This is going to be very entertaining!"

Vaggie and Y/N removed themselves from his grasp, Y/N walked back to the bar.

~Alastor's song plays. I forgot the name of it~

Before Alastor could finish his song, there was an explosion outside, creating a hole in the wall. That piece of wall flew and hit Niffty.

Looking outside, Y/N saw the steampunk looking blimp that was on the news that day.

"Well, well, well, we meet yet again, Alasstor," Sir Pentious said.

"Do I know you?" Alastor asked.

Sir Pentious' face fell. "Oh yes you do, and this time I have the element of surprisse!"

A ray gun came out of the blimp, pointing at the seven of them.

"I'm so evil!" Sir Pentious laughed.

Suddenly, a portal opened up beneath the blimp, black tentacles came out of it, grabbing onto the blimp.

Y/N could hear Sir Pentious screaming.

Suddenly, the portal dissapered and the blimp exploded.

Everyone was looking at Alastor with a 'what the fuck' look on their faces.

"Well, I'm starved!" Alastor said. "Who wants some jambalaya! My mother once showed me a wonderful recipe for jambalaya. In fact, it nearly killed her!"

"I hate my life," Y/N heard Husker mutter.

"Don't we all?" Y/N said as they walked back into the hotel. "I'm Y/N by the way, do you mind if I call you Husk instead of Husker? It takes less time to say."

Husker looked at her, confusion on his face, then that small smile cmae back onto his face.

"No, I wouldn't mind one bit, Isabell,"

sorry that there isn't more husk, he doesnt have a lot of screen time in the pilot 😭

i wanna try the mcrib from mcdonalds

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and also i wont be uploading the next chapter of singin in the rain fro a few days, cuz my amazon prime isnt working for some weird reason

also, y/n isn't charlie's bio aunt

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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Ch 43: Settling

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Adele - Make You Feel My Love (Lyrics) (youtube.com)

Hunter’s quick knock on Lyra’s door was answered more slowly than usual, and he shifted his weight on the front porch as he ruminated on whether or not he had waited long enough to come. It had been the crack of dawn when he woke from a deep sleep, feeling as bright and springy as he could remember. The hours until his arrival at her home had felt agonizing, but he’d forced himself to wait an appropriate amount of time, knowing that she wasn’t a morning person.

“Good morning,” she murmured, a bit fuzzy still.

“Hi.”

“I have a bone to pick with you.” Her voice was low and calm, but the mischievous glint in her eye gave him pause. She tilted her head, beckoning him to follow, and they walked to the back of the cottage where the morning light streamed through the windows. Hunter noticed that the plant with the little heart-shaped buds was still where he’d left it the night before – unwrapped in the center of her table – only it appeared that some of the blossoms had opened.

“What the kriff…” he muttered, shocked and appalled for a full ten seconds before the look on Lyra’s face began to melt it into humor. “She did not tell me they would do that… I mean, she said they’d bloom… but…”

“I do have some questions,” Lyra giggled, handing him a steaming cup of caf before sitting beside him with her own.

“I mean… So do I…”

Both of their eyes rested on the plant, where the few largest buds had burst apart, revealing a rather interesting shape dangling out of each one. The bottom of each “heart” had split, curling up to either side, and a decidedly phallic structure poked out the bottom. He now saw that even the flowers that hadn’t yet opened were somewhat… curved… at the bottoms, with a slit up the middle that looked an awful lot like…

“Did you have a certain sentiment in mind when you chose this?” she asked, keeping her face and voice carefully neutral, but he could feel her bursting at the seams.

“The florist said they’d be a hit…” he said slowly, a grin spreading across his face with each word. How had he not noticed… “I said I wanted something that was beautiful in its simplicity… And she said…” The realization dawned on him, and he buried his forehead in a hand. “She said they bring a smile every time.”

“I can imagine,” Lyra agreed, pressing her lips together in the last remaining shred of solemnity. “And did she share the name of this particular plant? I believe its scientific name might be something along the lines of Penillis Vaginia?”

Hunter coughed behind his hand, dropping it immediately to stare at her in delighted disbelief. “Listen to you!”

“Sorry! I know!” she burst out, clapping her own hand over her mouth. “It’s just… look at those things!” He dissolved into laughter as well, simultaneously embarrassed and elated. It was comforting for the humor to be shared, and he felt closer to her than ever.

“Yeah… You should probably… I don’t know...” He quieted into a few lingering chuckles, eyes brightening with an impish idea. “Put it on your desk at work.”

“Oh my gosh!” she squealed, smacking his arm before leaning into his shoulder. “Can you imagine?!”

“No one would get any work done.” He sighed, resting his cheek on her hair for a moment.

“So… business as usual…” she snickered.

He grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

* * *

The door to the butcher shop swung open so quickly that the little bell hanging from it was flung in a complete loop, but Hunter was deep in a kod’yok carcass and scrambled to clean himself off as best he could, cursing under his breath that he’d forgotten to lock the door. He wiped from his wrists to where his shirt was rolled up on his biceps before grabbing a fresh rag and finishing his hands as best he could. Carefully hanging his apron over the drip tray, he ventured toward the front to see who this enthusiastic guest was.

“Hunter!” Lyra exclaimed, breathless and red-cheeked. “Did you hear about Hanker?”

His lip curled in disgust at the name, but aside from that, he kept his expression neutral. “What about him?”

“He’s gone… It’s wild… Apparently he somehow crossed some crime family called the Doran Syndicate? That’s not it… I don’t know, I’m not up to date on the criminal underworld…”

“The Durands?”

“Yeah! That’s it! Of course you’d know,” she laughed, unfazed. “But yeah, so whatever he did, they weren’t happy, and I don’t know the details but it was very clear that he wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon… or ever.”

“Huh.”

“Isn’t that exciting? The island is officially perv-free!” she giggled. “I mean, bummer for whatever happened to him, but it looks like he deserved it, so… I know that’s not kind to say… but… damn, I’m just so relieved.”

“I’m glad,” he murmured, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“Did you have anything to do with it?” Lyra asked quietly, tilting her head and studying him closely.

“It’s just nice he’s gone.”

They stared at one another.

“Alright,” she said finally, a tiny twinkle in her eyes as she sidled a little closer. “Well, whatever happened, it was quite fortuitous.” She leaned in, reaching to kiss him, but he pulled away and held his arms out to the sides.

“I’m… a little dirty…” he admitted in response to her questioning glance.

“I guess I’ll have to get used to it,” Lyra grinned, a slightly sultry expression on her face that stirred butterflies in his stomach.

* * *

Lyra clattered around in the kitchen, crafting another one of her culinary masterpieces as Hunter reclined in the cushy armchair after his repeated offers to help had been rejected in favor of him entertaining her with stories of his past. It felt so good for him to open up to her fully, to not have to hide any part of who he was. Some memories still felt tender, and she respected his boundaries, trusting that he would share when ready if he deemed it worth sharing. Other adventures left her mouth hanging open in disbelief, stunned both by his elite soldier heroics as well as his complete nonchalance about seemingly impossible missions. A continual concern was rising in her mind – awareness of the vast differences between them. She mulled it over, torn between his insistence that he was happy to put it all behind them and a suspicion that someone who had lived that kind of life would eventually find her to be mundane and boring. She moved to wash the knife she’d been using, her thoughts miles away as she stared at the water running over the blade.

“Agh! Damn!” she exclaimed suddenly, jerking her hand back and interrupting some account of hordes of batlike creatures swarming them and their treacherous lizard boss. Hunter was at her side immediately, his hawklike gaze searching the sink.

“Cut yourself?” he asked, brows furrowing at the lack of blood or anything at all out of the ordinary.

“No,” Lyra admitted sheepishly, shaking one hand off to the side. “I got water up my sleeve…. And I hate that.” He chuckled as she stuffed a towel into the fabric, doing her best to dry it from the offending droplets.

“The whole evening is ruined now, I suppose?” he teased, toying with her waist with a boldness that had been growing so quickly that it surprised him. He leaned against her back, nuzzling his lips against her neck as she inhaled sharply, rooted to the spot. “Maybe we’ll have to find something else to do.”

“Um,” she faltered, swallowing hard and failing to suppress a tiny shiver as his breath tickled her ear. “I suppose I could put a timer on the oven while it…” She lost her words as he pressed a kiss to her pulse, eyes closing and head resting back against him. He could feel her heart rate increasing, a tumult of emotions between the two, and it was disproportionately satisfying to him. It was familiar now for him to recognize his desire for the peaceful life that she offered, and yet there was a new kind of desire beginning to occupy more of his thoughts.

“It’s okay if you’d rather cook,” he murmured, smiling against her skin as she shook her head slowly. She squirmed around in his arms to face him, sliding her palms up his chest and seeming to appreciate every inch. There was a flicker of something in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before, and it sent electricity through his limbs as she spoke.

“No,” she began tentatively. “I think you may be onto something.” Now it was he who was surprised and delighted as she nudged her nose against his, pausing for a second that seemed to last an eternity before kissing him softly. He didn’t understand how it felt awakening and calming at the same time, but it didn’t matter. His mouth moved slowly against hers, lips sliding against one another, coaxing, enticing… When one of her hands slipped up the back of his neck to bury her fingers in his hair, he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer with the tiniest sigh of contentment.

She pulled away for a breath, adorably flustered as she rested her hand on his shoulder, the other still on his chest as she nestled in his embrace, feeling his racing heartbeat matching her own. They snuggled together, silent and satisfied… for a moment.

“Again?” Hunter asked, and Lyra giggled, cupping his face with both hands. He basked in her loving gaze before she kissed him again, flattening herself against his front. His arms remained snug around her, then began to move, palms intently stroking up the middle of her back and roving across her hips. Her body seemed to be waking up more and more, breath quickening as she subtly squirmed against him, her burgeoning passion coaxing out his own hunger. The sigh that fell from her lips stirred him further. His strokes grew heavier. The small of her back. The outside of her arm. The back of her neck. When he slid a hand up the outside of her leg, from thigh to waist, she gasped, separating a few inches.

“Sorry–” he began, but she shook her head, eyes darkening further as she squeezed his bicep and bit her lip with an incendiary gaze. His body blazed with tingles, and she stepped back, taking his hand and leading him to the couch, where she pushed him down with surprising boldness. When she straddled his legs, settling herself into his lap and burying both fingers in his hair, his head was spinning as quickly as his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.

It was a late dinner that evening.

* * *

The sun was low in the sky, warm golden light bathing the horizon and reflecting off of the silver-capped waves of the distant sea. Hunter was tucked comfortably into a hammock with Lyra pressed against his side. They’d crammed themselves into the swing, clearly made for one person, and were gently rocking back and forth as the soothing movement lulled them into bliss. Her hand rested on his knee while his fingers traced idle circles on the outside of her arm. It was a balmy evening, leading her to forego the usual sweater in favor of a sleeveless dress, and he relished the softness of her bare skin beneath the rough pads of his fingertips.

“Hunter?” Lyra said softly, rousing him from the stupor he’d been in as he listened to the faraway waves crashing on the shore.

“Mmm?” Complete contentment.

“Would you… want to stay here?” Halting inquisition.

“That’s the plan.” Rumbled reassurance.

“No,” she exhaled softly, a fond smile ghosting her face. “Like, here. From now on. I mean, only if Omega would want the cabin to herself, or maybe with Wrecker, or Breslin… I don’t really know… I just… I want you in everything, and just, like, everything with you, and… oof.”

He tilted his head to look at her, taking in her characteristic fluster that had been softened over time by the safety and comfort they had built together. The full realization of her offer reached him like wisps of a cool breeze on a quiet day.

“In your hammock?” he asked, fighting and failing to keep his face carefully neutral. But she caught the slight shift of tone in his voice and the faintest flicker of a smirk on his face, rolling her head around and nudging him in the side with her elbow. She had equal difficulty repressing her own mirth.

“Yes,” she attempted, slightly too loud and clumsy. “I want you to live in my hammock. I’ll bring you little treats a few times a day and leave a bowl of water out here for you.”

“Didn’t take you for that kind of girl,” he mused, arching an eyebrow.

“Huh?”

“I don’t know,” he laughed, shrugging and shifting to face her a bit more. As they settled into their previous calm, allowing the playfulness to recede beneath the irresistible tranquility of the evening, the question lingered heavily between them. Hunter mulled it over. It wasn’t heavy like a begrudging burden, but rather heavy like a thick, warm blanket draped over one’s shoulders after a long journey. His mind wandered down the well-worn paths of analysis. Strategy. Assessment. Consideration.

Then Lyra kissed him on the cheek, turned back to face the ocean, and nestled into his side with a quiet sigh. And suddenly the whirlwind in his mind quieted, giving way to the unassuming yet unshakable conviction deep down. He’d always had strong instincts – he was made that way. But they were molded and honed over the years for his express purpose, stifled and shaped solely to enhance military strategy and combat performance. And yet they remained, in their basest form, a more faithful guide than his mind had ever been. He echoed her sigh, resting into the peace it brought over him, then spoke.

“If you’ll have me.”

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spark | wriothesley

in which you and wriothesley find an unlikely spark.

CHAPTER ONE: A NOT SO MEET-CUTE

prince!wrio x fem!noble!reader, invented country au

✧ genre: fluff, angst...? maybe...? if you squint...?, arranged marriage trope

✧ tw: none, if you see any lmk <3

✧ word count: 1.32K

✧ playlist: spark - taeyeon, radio - lana del rey, deja vu - txt, darl+ing - seventeen, invu - taeyeon, agora hills - doja cat, killin' me good - jihyo, i like you (a happier song) - doja cat & post malone, fever - enhypen, eleven - ive, hype boy - newjeans, hard to love - rose, sour grapes - le sserafim, oh my god - adele, my head & my heart - ava max, nonsense - sabrina carpenter, the feels - twice

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i. a not so meet-cute

'what.' you stare in disbelief at your parents. 'there's no way. NO. WAY.' arranged marriages only happen in books. of course you'd heard of them in your country of azura, some distant cousin being married to some lord or other for alliances or whatever, but you'd always been free to do what you wanted, marry who you chose. your parents never put any restrictions on you, but this out of the blue is so- 'unexpected! what? i thought-' 'circumstances change.' your father replies shortly. 'i- you- you can't do this!' you cry, becoming more and more panicked. you wanted to fall in love, marry someone you chose! and now, you were going to be pawned off to someone you didn't even know. wait...

'can you at least tell me who i'm being given away to?' 'you're not being given away-' 'oh mom, it's fine. i know how this works. so, who is it?'

wriothesley. the prince of emeia. a name that struck fear into your very soul. not because he was a terrible ruler or a womaniser. he was, in fact, the complete opposite. you'd heard tales from all over the kingdom in the form of gossiping ladies giggling behind fans, sipping their tea and gushing to your mother. she, in turn, laughed daintily, and turned to you with a pointed look. how could she even know? his parents kept him hidden away from the world, their precious son too perfect for mere commoners. no, you were afraid because you didn't know him. because he seemed too good to be true. and most of all, because he was about to become your life. you should have seen this coming.

'i won't go.'

your father's eyes narrow, and you can see his neatly trimmed beard bristling in anger. you've never seen him like this before, and over something as silly as an arranged marriage? your mother puts a placating arm on his bicep, and he shoots her a look, both of them communicating through their gaze. finally, he exhales, evidently trying to calm himself, and speaks.

'we... we're in debt. remember that deal with ceria? the cherry liqueur? they've been selling it for exorbitant prices without giving us any of the profits, and we've been depending on that to get us out of last winter's snowstorms. emeia noticed us struggling and have so kindly offered to refill our coffers in exchange for your hand.' there's a hint of annoyance in his tone, and you begin to understand just how much this is weighing on him. but still, how can you throw your life away like that?

'i'll think about it.'

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'but i don't WANT to!' you shriek into your pillow, kicking your feet in true spoiled girl fashion. your maid, or rather, your friend, giselle, winces, and tries to comfort you.

'hey, maybe it won't be so bad! everyone says he's a sweetheart!'

'but everyone ISN'T BEING MARRIED OFF TO HIM!'

'think about your parents, hon! you can always divorce him later, run away, fake your own death-'

she breaks off at your deadpan gaze, and starts to giggle, until you start to giggle, and you're both in your bed cackling uncontrollably. you wipe tears of mirth from your eyes, and look at giselle over the rumpled sheets, her eyes twinkling, and you wish there were more people like her in the world. sitting up, you clasp her hands between yours, and trace the lines on her weathered palm. you exhale, and make up your mind. you have to marry wriothesley.

'giselle... i'll marry wriothesley. but only if you come with me.'

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'woah woah woAH-' you cry as you stumble. your beautiful, floor-length cherry-red dress, so stunning to look at when you were standing in one place, was nothing but a nuisance when you were walking. for comfort, you'd opted for soft velvet flats instead of the heels sent for you; you could see the flaws in this decision now. but instead of breaking your nose, you're met with shoes. shiny leather shoes, buckled with silver, and a pair of strong - warm - arms gripping your own. slowly raising your head, your eyes land on a beautiful face. chiseled jawline, chiseled nose, chiseled forehead, somehow his neck is also chiseled. but his lips, so plump and pink and soft, and his eyes, like chips of blue ice, hold a twinkle of mirth.

'woah there, careful. wouldn't want you to get hurt.'

his voice is honey, smooth and sweet, and it washes over your ears. you can't stop staring, enthralled by his gaze.

'cat got your tongue?'

you snap out of your daze, realising you're still half on the mysterious stranger, and stumble backwards. you brush your hands over your dress, the gold embroidery rough under your fingers.

'sorry. i uh- i have to go.'

you picked up your skirts and hurried back towards the throne room. you didn't think you could get so lost trying to go to the bathroom! stopping before a mirror adorning the wall, you take a quick look at your appearance. the crimson dress fit your figure wonderfully, golden embroidery curling up the sides and front of your dress, forming a pattern of flames that ended just below your neckline. your hair, so lustrous and thick, had managed to escape its tight bindings, so you gasp heavily as you catch your breath and tie your hair up at the same time, the ribbon cherry-red to match your dress. adjusting yourself one final time, you nod to the guards outside to open the door for you, and walk into the throne room.

you're once again taken by surprise at the grandness of it all. absolutely everything inside is scarlet, a stark contrast to the cool blue drapes of azura. you'd always found it funny how blue was your dukedom's colour and yet your primary export was cherries, something so very opposite. the floor, carpeted in lush red and cream formed a pathway up to the raised thrones, all three of them cushioned by velvet and adorned with gold scrollwork and filigree. behind the thrones and all around, rich tapestries decorate the walls, vermilion depictions of the kingdom's greatest victories. you weren't sure if they were there to celebrate or intimidate. maybe both. a big, booming laugh reaches your ears, and your gaze is drawn to the antechamber towards the back of the room. ah, so that's where they've gone to. you scurry towards the chamber, nodding with as much regal-ness as you could muster towards the servants who caught your eye and sank into a deep curtsy or bow. straightening your dress, again, out of habit, you step into the room.

your parents are laughing, your father releasing his great guffaw and your mother tittering behind her gloved hand. the king of emeia, a warm, welcoming person with greying ebony hair and soft blue eyes was telling some kind of story, while his wife, the queen, sat, watching the scene with adoration and satisfaction. the queen noticed you first, her brown eyes crinkling into a sweet smile as she noticed you.

'oh there you are! we were wondering where you'd gone.'

'sorry... i got a little lost.' you take your seat on another velvet sofa, picking up your cup of tea. the servants appeared to have brought more plates of food in, the table once again covered in delicate china piled high with macarons and pastries and little sandwiches cut into perfect triangles. you pick up one of the treats, a golden swirl of pastry with colourful fruit peeking out, and bite into it. it's heavenly, deliciously flaky and sweet on your tongue. you pick it up and munch happily on it again.

'ah, here he is. wrio! here is the girl we wish for you to marry.'

you choke. because when you look up, you see the same chiseled features, the same lips, the same eyes and the same smile.

'THAT'S wriothesley?'

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canirove · 7 months ago

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Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 22

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“Mase… Mason, can you… you… urgh.”

“What the fuck, Adele? You just pushed me out of the bed!” he complained, trying to untangle the sheets from his legs.

“It's what you deserve after almost making me fall like a hundred times in the past two hours with all your fidgeting” she shrugged.

“What?”

“You haven't stopped moving since we got in bed. What is going on with you?”

“Nothing” he said, laying down again next to her.

“Oh, c'mon, Mase. Is it because of the shoot? Are you nervous about working together?”

“I love working with you, Addie. No one makes me feel more relaxed in front of a camera than you do.”

“Then?” she asked.

“It's… everything else about your crazy plan. What if something goes wrong? What if I can't keep avoiding meeting with my agency to talk about my contract? What if they find out about…”

“Mason” Adele said, cupping his face and forcing him to look at her. “Everything is gonna be ok. Our plan will work out, your agency won't find out, and you will be free.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I came up with the plan, didn't I? It is perfect” she smiled. “Jokes aside, if we don't believe it will work out, it won't. We have to stay positive.”

“Easier said than done” he sighed.

“Lucky you, you have me to kick you out of bed every time you start doubting.”

“Yeah, nice way to treat your boyfriend” he said, trying really hard to not smile but once again being betrayed by his dimple. “What if I injure myself, uh? Then what?” he said, tickling her.

“Then we'll call your mum so she can take care of you. You are like the worst patient ever.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Mason!” Adele laughed when he tickled her again, making her move on the bed. “You know you are, everyone says it.”

“Poppycock” he said.

“The truth!” she laughed again when he tickled her, moving to escape from his reach. What Adele hadn't realized, though, is that she was closer to the end of the bed than she thought. “Oh, shit!”

“Adele!” Mason said, trying to catch her before she fell. “Addie, are you alright? Addie… Why are you laughing?”

“I just…” she said, cutting herself mid sentence and starting to laugh again.

“Addie, are you sure you didn't hit your head when you fell?” he chuckled.

“Oh, shut up!”

“Do you need help getting up?”

“I actually do” she said, taking the hand Mason was offering her.

“Adele!” he said when she pulled him towards her and made him fall again, this time landing on top of her. “Are you mad?”

“Madly in love with you, yes” she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Going cheesy won't make me forget that you've pushed me out of the bed. Twice.”

“I see… and if I do this?” she asked before kissing him.

“Nope. Nothing.”

“Umm…”

“Biting your lip won't help either.”

“What?” she chuckled.

“You do it sometimes when you think. You bite your lip, and it drives me crazy.”

“And it isn't working now?”

“No.”

“Really?” Adele smirked while biting it again.

“Ok, maybe a tiny bit.”

“And if I do this?” she said, moving them on the floor until she was the one on top and straddling him. “You usually like this position, especially when I look like this” she said, slowly taking off her t-shirt while Mason's eyes followed her every move.

“Have I told you yet that I love how you've turned my t-shirts into your pyjamas since we got together?”

“Don't change the topic of conversation, Mason.”

“But it's true. They look better on you that they do on me.”

“Should I put it back again, then?”

“Hell no” he said as he sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him, his chest against her naked one.

“Then what?” Adele asked, biting her lip once again. “Have you forgiven me for pushing you out of the bed? Twice?”

“I'll let you know later. Right now all I want is you, Addie. All of you. You and only you. I love you.”

“And I…” but she wasn't allowed to finish her reply, Mason's lips finding hers.

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“I think this is my favourite photo from this set.”

“And you are my favourite.”

“Mason!” Adele giggled after he kissed her cheek. “There are people watching.”

“And?” he said while hugging her from behind. “We agreed to do this, didn't we? To be all lovey-dovey so they could have a cute behind the scenes video of the shoot for the fans.”

“We did, yes. But maybe you could tone it down a bit.”

“Umm… no” he said, now kissing her neck. “And you started it all, it's your fault.”

“What?” Adele laughed.

“Have you forgotten about last night? About this morning? Because I haven't” he said, kissing that spot on her neck that he knew made her knees feel like jelly.

“Mase” she gasped.

“Yes?” he whispered in her ear, the feeling making her shudder.

“We still have work to do.”

“But we could take a break. Maybe go somewhere private just you and I and…”

“Mason, can you… Oh, sorry” the stylist that was working on the photoshoot said behind them. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No, no, it's fine” Adele said, clearing her throat and taking a step away from Mason. “We were checking the photos I just took, seeing if they were good and we could move into the next look.”

“And can we? Because I need him to try this shirt on. I think it'll need some alterations, and if we don't do it now we may not have time to shoot it.”

“Yes, yes. He's all yours” Adele smiled.

“Great. Mason, can you please come with me?” the stylist asked him.

“Of course. Though Adele lied to you.”

“Lied to me about what?” she asked with a confused look.

“I can't be all yours, because all of me is already hers” he said with a big smile, one that was all dimples.

“Jesus Christ, Mason” Adele said, feeling her cheeks on fire. “Go get changed before we all die of a sugar rush.”

“It's the truth” he shrugged. “And as if you didn't like it” he whispered to her before following the stylist.

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“And that's wrap! Thank you very much, everyone” Adele smiled.

“Urgh, finally! Can't wait to get rid of you. And with you I mean you lot” Mason said with a teasing smile, pointing at the crew. “I could never get tired of my Addie.”

“Please someone stop him before he gets even more cheesy!” she said, making everyone on set laugh.

“It's been a pleasure to work with you during these couple of days, guys” the stylist said. “This issue is gonna be iconic.”

“I hope so” Mason smiled. “Anyway, are you up for a beer? I know I just said I can't wait to get rid of you all, but… please?” he pouted.

“We can't say no to that face, can we?” the stylist chuckled. “Let's meet in the pub at the end of the road in half an hour. Is that ok?”

“Yeah, perfect. Addie?”

“Sure” she smiled.

“Addie, are you ok?” Mason asked her while she finished packing her camera.

“Uhm.”

“Uhm isn't an answer.”

“I'm ok, Mason. Is that better?”

“If you were telling me the truth, it would. Addie, what happened? Aren't you happy with the photos?”

“What? No, no. The photos are amazing. I'm surprised they look that good keeping in mind that the model sucks.”

“Hey!”

“Sorry” she shrugged.

“But if it isn't because of the photos, then why are you looking so serious?”

“I'm ok, Mase. I already told you.”

“Addie… Adele” he said, taking her hands on his and making her focus on him. “What happened? You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know.”

“Then why aren't you doing it?”

“It's just… I… Urgh.”

“Addie…”

“Now I'm the one having doubts, ok?”

“What?” Mason chuckled.

“Yeah” she sighed.

“Did I pass them to you through all the fluids we've shared lately?” he smirked.

“Mason!” Adele gasped, her eyes wide.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry” he laughed. “But why are you having doubts?”

“Because now that the photos are done, it feels more real, you know? And we can't make any mistakes. Just a little one could lead to your agency finding out and…”

“That isn't going to happen, Addie. This plan is going to work, and not only because you came up with it” he smiled, letting go of one of her hands and caressing her cheek. “I've been thinking about it, and the fact that things have been going pretty smoothly since my agency released the statement about you not being pregnant, is a sign of this working out, of luck being on our side.”

Things had been going pretty well since they had told the truth, Mason wasn't wrong about that. Though maybe the fact that they had “embellished” the story a bit, had helped.

His agency had told the press that Adele had never been pregnant and that the photos had been taken out of context just as she had asked them to do. But they had added that if she had been wearing bigger and looser clothes, it was because all the comments about her body had made her feel self-conscious and insecure about it, and that with the support of Mason, she had finally stopped caring and decided to love her body the way it was, live her life and be happy. They had made her look as a victim, people going from hating her to pitying her and feeling sorry for her, somehow turning everything that had happened into some kind of feminist message, and made Mason look like the perfect boyfriend who supported her girl and made her feel loved and special, his fans swooning just by the thought of it.

“Addie, you said it yourself. We have to be positive and believe that this will work out.”

“We do, yes” she nodded.

“And we are together in this. You and I, but also our families and our friends. This will work out.”

“It will” she said, finally smiling.

“Good” Mason smiled back, his hand still on her cheek. “Now, why don't you finish packing while I go get changed? I really need that beer.”

“Sure. But you can't be that tired, you just posed in front of a camera” Adele teased him.

“I actually am. You should have seen the photographer, she was so bossy…”

“I thought you liked me being bossy” she laughed.

“In bed, yes. Out of it…” he smirked. “See you in a bit, ok?”

“Ok.”

“I love you, Addie” he said, kissing her forehead.

“Love you too” she replied.

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The Fashionable Date

Jaune walked to a dorm room used by one of his upperclassmates. He knocked on the door with a hint of hesitation. He wasn’t worried about talking with her, but considering the nature of what they were about to talk about he couldn’t help, but be a little worried.

The quickly door opened, and he was face to face with one roughish smirk from one hell of a beautiful gal. The one, and only, Coco Adel.

Coco: Well, well, well, look at who we have here? Hello handsome, what can I do for you~?

Jaune: Hey, Coco, are you busy today?

Coco: I’m free as can be. Why do you ask?

Jaune: Well, after recent events I need to buy some new clothes. And, since I’m more, or less a fashion slob, I thought I should ask, Beacons fashionista for some advice. So what do you say, Coco; Want to see how well you can dress up a dragon?

Coco: Oh hell yeah I do! This is going to be so much fun! Now, how can I dress up a handsome blond like you? Oh so many choices, so many decisions… Well, regardless of whatever choices I make, I will have to factor in those horns of yours. Can’t wear anything like a teeshirt anymore; You would probably tear it up trying to put it on…

Coco: …

Coco: Wait… Horns…? When the hell did you get those?! They’re quite fetching~!

Jaune: Oh thanks… I got them yesterday after we did some tests to see how effective my fire breath can be.

Coco: And, how did those tests go?

Jaune: Well… considering how… devastating my flame can be… honestly I’m hesitant to use it on, Grimm.

Coco: So since you were testing your ability to breath fire, does that explain why you were walking around, Beacon with nothing but your breast plate, giving everyone such a tantalizing view of your body~? Because I must say, you really filled out~!

Jaune: O-Oh… T-Thank you… But, uhh… It’s, Weiss’s fault all my clothes go incinerated.

Coco: Oh, really?

Jaune: She helped test my ability to withstand fire, and extreme heats. So, she set me on fire…

Coco: She did?

Jaune: Yeah, she incinerated all the clothes I had on during the test. All that survived is my armour, but all the leather straps have burned up as well, so I might as well replace my armour while I’m at it. So… you know anywhere I can find some, Fire Dust fused clothing so that doesn’t happen again?

Coco: I do, but it’s gonna cost you.

Jaune: I’m one of the richest men in the world; So long as they’re functional, I’m good.

Coco: Oh yes, you mentioned you were a rich dragon when you showed off all those gems of yours. Tell me, Love, how rich are you? I want to know what our spending range is.

Jaune: Ehh… I’ve never looked to see how much money is in my account. But, I know my, Net Worth is an estimated 787.5 Billion.

Coco: 7-787.5 B-Billion?!

Jaune: You can make a lot mining raw metals, gems, and dust. Also, constructing infrastructure, military bases, machinery, aircraft, armour…

Coco: Y-You’re rich! You’re filthy stinking rich! You can but anything you want, and you dress like a country bumpkin?! WHY?!

Jaune: Comfort over style?

Coco: This is a crime against fashion! Come on, Arc! It’s time to get you some style!

Jaune: Whoa, HEY?!

~~~

Jaune was standing in the open doorway to a changing booth, giving, Coco a spin as he showed off the apparel she recommended to him.

Coco: Oh yeah… Mama likey~!

Jaune: It’s pretty nice, but it’s rather tight.

Coco: Just like, Mama likes~!

Coco raised her hand up, and brought it crashing down upon, Jaune’s tight butt.

“Smack~!”

Jaune: AHH! Hey?!

Coco: Gotta say you got one hell of a nice ass~!

Jaune: Only because these pants are so tight…

Coco: Why do you think I told you to wear it?

Jaune: To check out my ass?

Coco: And, loving it~!

Jaune: Haa… They’re nice… Everything looks great. But, my hair… Did they really have to cut my hair like this? I didn’t invite you out to get a hair cut.

Coco: What’s wrong with it? It’s a shaggy brush cut, simple, stylistic, and really fits you. Plus it really shows off your horns.

Jaune: It does show off my horns… Glad the sash I found matches them.

Coco: You know, I’m usually against sashes, but that white, with golden fringe really blends together nicely.

Jaune: And, you said I didn’t have any style.

Coco: And, I stand by those words! You were dressed like an absolute slob!

Jaune: But, now?

Coco: But, now after some proper guidance from yours truly you look ready to slay ‘em with your handsome looks, and winning smile~!

Jaune: I don’t think my looks will help me kill, Grimm, Coco.

Coco: I wasn’t talking about, Grimm.

Jaune: Then what are you talking about?

Coco: Haa… Still as dense as ever, Handsome.

Jaune: What?

Coco: So armour, any plans for that upgrade you mentioned?

Jaune: Something more form fitting, that covers more of my body. Something I can put on without worrying about my horns. Going to get some gauntlets, but they’ll probably be fingerless so I can retract my claws. I probably should get some measurements done for that soon…

Coco: Most likely, you’re not your lanky self you were when you first came here. Hence the tight pants.

Jaune: No, that’s so you can stare at my butt.

Coco: Still loving the view.

Jaune: You’re just jealous you don’t have a butt like mine.

Coco: Excuse me?! I have a great ass!

Jaune: No, pretty flat looking.

Coco: You wanna go bud!

Jaune: As in go into a arena for a fight, or go into a supply closet like you did with, Pyrrha?

Though most couldn’t see it, Jaune’s enhanced eyes could easily see the brief moment of shock that flashed in, Coco’s eyes. Just as easily as he saw the lighest of blushes that was spreading across her face.

Coco: What are you talking about?

Jaune: Don’t play coy with me, Coco it’s not going to work.

Coco: I’m not playing coy, I have no idea what you are talking about.

Jaune: Oh, so nothing happened between you, and Pyrrha in the supply closet outside the biology classroom then?

Coco: Wait?! How did you know he had sex there?

Jaune: You had sex? I thought you said nothing happened.’ Does that mean something did happen?

Coco’s face was flushed red as she looked around for an excuse to draw his attention away. But, finding none she finally relented, and told him the truth.

Coco: Okay… After you left, Pyrrha asked if I wanted in on your little harem thing, and I asked if I joined if that meant I could also sleep with her… So we went into that supply closet… and, had some fun. There, happy?

Jaune: I’m surprised you were so hesitant to tell me. I thought you would brag that you banged the, Invincible Girl.

Coco: I’m a kiss, and don’t tell kind of gal. Spoils the mood if you go about bragging about it.

Jaune: Plus it’s polite. Though, every faunas I’ve met knows we did it… Faunas stuff.

Coco: Yeah, I remember, Velvet glaring daggers at her. But, how did you know we did it? Did, Pyrrha brag about us having sex?

Jaune: No, Pyrrha likes her privacy more so than you do.

Coco: Hold on; if, Pyrrha never told you about us, then how did you find out about us?

Jaune: Oh, that? Quite simple really.

In a flash, Jaune reached out, and grabbed, Coco’s ass, pulling her close to him until their bodies were flush with one another. Coco yelped as he grabbed her ass, and was about to yell at him, to slap him, but his grip tightened upon her ass as she stifled a moan at his touch. But, before she could make another sound, Jaune’s head dipped lower until he growled softly in her ear, and simply said:

Jaune: I knew you two had sex, because I can still smell her on you.

A wildfire being propelled by a strong breeze was slower than the deep blush that quickly spread across, Coco’s face.

Coco Adel was the one whose teased others into a blushing mess. She could flirt one into a stubor. She new how to make anyone, man, or woman utterly flatfooted with her seductive teasing. But, she had never been put on the backfoot like, Jaune had done with that simple sentence.

Coco: Y-You could smell us?!

Jaune: Shhh… You don’t want others to hear us now do you?

Coco could only stifle a moan as, Jaune pulled her closer, giving her ass a tight squeeze in the process.

Coco: S-Sorry… B-But, you can really smell her on me? We did that a week ago?!

Jaune just smiled, showing off his fangs as he chuckled as, Coco’s composure was swiftly crumbling.

Jaune: Don’t worry, only I can smell it. No one else’s sense of smell is strong enough to pick up such subtle smells. But, I can easily pick up, Pyrrha’s sent from all the time we’ve spent together. And, there is only one person I know that smells like mocha, and gunpowder~!

Coco’s face was flush red as her voice fled her. He mouth hung agape as his voice echoed in her mind.

Coco: T-That’s what I smelt like to you; Mocha, and gunpowder?

Jaune: It’s quite the tantalizing smell. However, you’ve recently acquired an all the more intoxicating smell upon you.

Coco: Oh, that’s just some perfume I put on earlier…

Jaune: No, not that. That barely has any noticeable scent to it.

Coco: Then… was is it… what do you smell?

Jaune’s eyes look around behind her, before he pushed her inside the changing booth, he quickly shut, and locked the door behind him. As, Coco righted herself she felt, Jaune’s hand grab her, and turned her to face him as he pushed her against the wall. His hands holding her tenderly, one along her waist, while the other cupped her cheek, forcing her to stare directly at, Jaune’s predatory expression.

Before she could utter a word, Jaune used his finger to pull of her glasses, letting them gently fall to the floor with a dull thud. Her face was red, her breathing was heavy, and her eyes were lost in his. All she could do was stare on as, Jaune smiled at her, and spoke those few simple words she never wanted to hear.

Jaune: I smell desire, hunger, and lust… It’s such a tantalizing smell~!

Coco knew, Jaune; If she said the word, just one word, he would pull off of her apologizing all the while for what he did. Just because he had a throng of woman willing to throw themselves at him at the drop of a hat did not mean he would just bed any woman. He would treat them with respect, and he wanted to know if they truly wanted this. So if she said the word, just one word he would back away, no questions, no pleas, no begging. He would just leave her be, and that would be that.

Those were the thoughts running through her mind as she grabbed his golden locks and pulled him into a deep, searing kiss.

Coco had fun with someone in a changing room before. They we’re usually girls insecure about their sexuality, or curious what it would be like. So since she was up for a little tumble now, and then she helped them find the answers to these burning questions of theirs. However, when these little escapades happened, she was in control; she set the pace, she set the mood, she was the one in control. And yet, she was completely helpless under the onslaught, Jaune wrought upon her. And, she was loving every second of it.

Jaune grabbed, Coco by her waist, and pulled her in for a hungry kiss that dominated her lips causing her to moan in wanton lust as her fingers intertwined with his hair as she pulled him closer, deepening their kiss.

Jaune soon pried her mouth open with his tongue, shoving his tongue into her mouth, and her in turn. Their tongues swirled around one another as they duelled for control. Coco relished in the icy cold flavour that hung about his mouth, while, Jaune in turned savoured the sweet taste of coffee that hung about hers. The duo were falling into a drunken stupor as the drowned in the pleasure of one another’s mouths, but it was soon brought to an end as, Coco remember something very, very important about, Jaune’s tongue.

It was long, incredibly long at that.

In order to stake his claim, Jaune pushed his long tongue deeper into, Coco’s mouth, at first she gave a squeak in shock as she felt his tongue seemingly coil around hers, and push deeper into her mouth as a guttural moan escaped her lips between baited breaths of air. Sadly their fun was brought to a swift end when, Jaune’s tongue had pushed just a little too far, and, Coco started to gag from it.

Jaune quickly removed his tongue from the depths of her mouth as, Coco reeled back, and coughed almost roughly from having the invading organ within her.

Coco: “Cough, cough!” Holy hell… Did you literally shove your tongue down my throat?

Jaune: Haha… Sworry…

Jaune’s tongue was hanging several inches from the bottom of his mouth before slurping back inside. Coco could only wonder in shock how he hid such a massive appendage.

Jaune: Pyrrha likes it when I do that to her, I got so into the kiss I forgot I wasn’t with, Pyrrha. Or, you for that matter. I just fell into the moment of it all.

Coco: Well… If I didn’t start gagging on it I don’t think I would have minded really. But, you better be careful with that thing; you’ll break a girl if you’re not careful.

Jaune: Oh really now~?

Jaune licked his lips with a predatory gaze as he moved closer to, Coco.

Jaune: In that case, lets see how hard it is to break you then~!

His hands reached for her belt, and undid the buckles, the buttons, and lastly the zipper before kneeling down before her as he dragged her pants, and her underwear down in one swift motion until she was bare before him.

Coco’s heart was racing, her breathing heavy, and quick. She knew what was going to happen, and just like before she knew how to stop it, and as she looked down at those deep blue eyes staring back at her she said the words she had to say.

Coco: Please… Please break me…

Jaune chuckled as he got to work. Coco’s hand immediately cover her mouth to stifle the yell that threatened to escape her lips. A yell that swiftly gave way to deep, gasping moans of pleasure as he began to eat her out.

Coco could barely contain the guttural moans that escaped her body as she bucked against his face. She bit her lips to hold them back as her hands grabbed a hold of his horns to steady herself, and pull him deeper into her welcoming opening.

Coco: MmmMMM~! How… Ahh~! How are you…?! Mmm~! So…! Ahhh! Good at this~?!

Jaune laughed softly as he pulled away, licking his lips with his long tongue before smiling up at, Coco’s blushing face.

Jaune: Most people don’t know this, but Pyrrha wasn’t my first time.

Coco: S-She wasn’t?

Jaune: Nope~! Case in point…

Jaune drove his head back, and went to town on, Coco. Her hands quickly cover her mouth as, Jaune attacked every her lower lips, basking her in unending pleasure of the body.

Coco: Fuckfuckfuckfuckfucyk~! Who taught you how to eat out a girl like this, a lesbian? Only girls are this good at eating out other girls! MmmmH~! I should know, I’ve… Ahhh~! Done it myself~!

Jaune: Actually yes, a lesbian did teach me. Well, she wasn’t a lesbian by the time we were done.

Coco: You turned a lesbian straight with your tongue?!

Jaune: She was more of a bisexual than a lesbian, I just made it a fact. Now, if you’ll excuse me; my meals getting cold.

Coco really shouldn’t interrupt him anymore, every time she interrupted him only denied him that exquisite tongue of his from caressing her body. And, to emphasize that he picked up his speed, and ravenously ate her out.

A hand clamped over her mouth while the other held him by one of his horns keeping him in place. Behind a flush face she looked down at him to see his deep cerulean eyes giving her a dangerous, and mischievous glint to his eyes.

She would swiftly learn how dangerous that glint in his eyes is.

Both of her hands were on her mouth covering up the guttural moan that if she removed her hands would be a moaning scream for all to hear, and all to be envious off as she felt him insert his long tongue into her precious depths. There are things in life you never expect to experience; the mind numbing pleasure of a faunas with a long tongue have a meal with you was something profound to experience.

She could feel his tongue swirling around her depths, mapping her insides out with his tongue for minutes that felt like they lasted for millennia’s. At long last she felt a quack in her hips, and she would relish it’s arrival. And, when it did she awoke with her butt on the ground, staring at, Jaune’s cocky smile as he licked his lips.

Jaune: Well, looks like I broke you.

Coco panted heavily as her mind raced to find where it had fallen off. And, she knew precisely where; At her peak, as soon as she had her mind numbing orgasm she blacked out, and was left here in a dazed state, but thoroughly satisfied state of mind.

She told him to break her, and good gods, he broke her.

Coco: I said that tongue of yours would break a girl… But, gods… You can break a girl…

Jaune: I aim to please~!

Coco: That’s an understatement if I ever heard one… H-How long was I out?

Jaune: Not long, about a minute, or two.

Coco: And, while I was out, you didn’t decide to keep on having fun?

Jaune: You wouldn’t be around to enjoy it; where’s the fun if you’re not enjoying it too?

Coco: Well, in that case…

Coco slowly rose on shaky legs, shaking from the unbridled pleasure, Jaune just assaulted her with. As she stood up, she turned around, and pressed her body to the wall, shaking her tantalizing round butt towards him, inviting him in.

Coco: Shall we continue~?

Jaune laughed softly to himself as he stood up, and stood behind, Coco’s plump rear, caressing it softly with his hand.

Jaune: We shall, butnot here.

Coco: What?! Why?!

Coco nearly shouted, but this time she remembered where they were. She look over to, Jaune, and saw him giving her an amused smile.

Jaune: Because, as nice it was hearing you trying to stifle a moan like you did, but what I really want to hear… Is you screaming my name~!

Jaune grabbed, Coco by her neck, and pulled him flush against her hotly whispering into her ear those few words that brought her over the edge again in seconds.

Coco: T-T-Then what are we waiting for; come on, make me scream~!

And, that is what she did, scream his name until she could scream no more. And, she loved every agonizing, intoxicating second of it.

~~~

Juniper: You’ve got to tell her to reel it in; Jaune doesn’t like a girl who screams at him to give her his babies, he finds that extremely off putting.

Kali: I’ve been trying to tell, Blake. But, does she listen? Noooo… She all about him pinning her down, and knocking her up on the spot. Where is the fun in that? I blame her choice in literature, there’s nothing romantic in her books, it’s just kinky self indulgence for inexperienced lovers.

Juniper: That’s my daughter’s target audience after all. You have to go with the easy marks.

Kali: Yes, but their not, Jaune’s type. I sear, if I could I would chase after him myself.

Juniper: What’s stopping you?

Kali: I’m a happily married woman, but if I wasn’t, I would be pregnant with his first child right now~!

Juniper: Second actually.

Kali: He’s already a father?!

Juniper: He’s the donor actually, they say it wasn’t him, but I know it was him. It’s cute they think I don’t know, but I…

Juniper: Hmmm…?

Kali: Juni? Is something wrong?

Juniper: My grandmother senses are tingling…

Kali: Well my aren’t! Ahhh! That means it’s not, Blake getting any! Haa… Best get, Sienna to get his kids then. One of my kids is going to give me adorable grandchildren, I don’t care which, but I damn well will get them!

Juniper: I know in mixed faunas families the baby’s faunas traits are a roulette wheel of possibilities, but I really want blond cat eared grandchildren.

Kali: Me too! Oh they would be so adorable~!

Juniper: I know right~?

#rwby #jaune arc #blake belladonna #pyrrha nikos #coco adel #sienna khan #kali belladonna #juniper arc

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Fire in the Water: Chapter Six

Summary: You had thought dating a vampire would be the most complicated thing you'd ever done. But as it turns out, becoming one is even more complicated. The boys are determined to make your transformation as smooth as possible while each fighting to maintain the relationships they once had and those they now lust for. Author's Note: As always, I'd like to thank the lovely @gretasmokerising for inspiring me and encouraging me and @earthlysorrows for editing and helping me piece everything together/brainstorm Content Warnings: swearing, talk of blood, descriptions of murder and blood drinking, talk of sex and sexual themes, oral (m. receiving) (18+ minors do not interact) Word Count: 8k

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You came to just in time to hear an argument exploding in the background, ringing in your ears. But Sam was quick to pull you out of the house, dragging you by your wrist and refusing to let you see either of the twins. It wasn't until you made it past the treeline that you pulled your wrist free finally, angrily.

"Why did you do that?" you all but screamed.

"He needed to know," he said without even pausing his footsteps that carried him away from you.

He had insisted that you needed to hunt as Jake had zapped you of most of your energy by putting you into a sleep-like trance, your body fighting him unconsciously the entire time. But you didn't exactly feel exhausted by it. You felt rejuvenated. In fact, you were more ready than ever to lunge at Sam again.

"This is about you, isn't it?"

Your accusation stopped him dead in his tracks. Even before he turned to confront you, you could tell he was angry. He closed the distance between you quickly, a fiery look behind his eyes.

"It's about not dragging Josh's heart through the fucking dirt if you’re going to run off with Jake."

"Who says I fucking am?"

"Oh sure," he scoffed, "little miss 'would do anything to feel a soul tie'."

He was so condescending when he said it, like you were a child who believed in magic and created whole worlds around the concept, untouched by reality. But the reality was, you felt you had no choice in the matter, even though Jake's comment about Danny not being able to see anything past your turning had left you with a glimmer of hope.

"You're being unfair," you scowled.

"You're being loud."

He left you standing where you were, staring at his back as he ventured deeper into the woods. And he only stopped when he realized you weren't following.

"Am I going to have to hold your fucking hand and drag you through these woods myself?" he asked when he turned back to you.

You gritted your teeth and finally moved your feet to follow in his footsteps. "I'll hurt you if you even try."

It seemed to immediately diffuse some of the tension, earning you a click of his tongue and an, "Atta girl".

You trudged behind him like a scolded toddler, sighing heavily if only to annoy him to the furthest possible extent that you could. It was what he deserved after what he had done, even though when your anger inevitably subsided, you'd know it had been the right thing to do.

"I was going to tell him eventually," you huffed. "I haven't even come to terms with it myself."

"It's fine, let's just…not. We need to focus."

“You’re mad at me,” you remarked. You could feel it. It hurt you even though it shouldn't have.

He sighed, clearly annoyed at your inability to be quiet.

“I’m not mad at you. Why do you care what I think about it anyway?”

“I see the way you look at Adele. I don’t want you to look at me that way.”

The next sigh that came held a little more weight to it, like he actually was sorry for how he felt.

“I could never feel the things that I feel for Adele for you, okay? It’s different.”

You weren't entirely sure if that sentiment should have hurt your feelings or not.

"Wish I could just shut it all off."

"God, you are dramatic." You imagined it with a perfect eye roll from the angelic boy probably giving it to the trees ahead of him rather than back at you.

"I am not," you argued back.

So mature. It was nice to know you were regressing.

"You're strong, you know. Whether you feel it or not. You should go with me to the high council; they'll be impressed."

"Too strong for my own good, I think," you admitted. "In my more lucid moments."

"You're exactly what you're supposed to be."

He was probably the only one who thought that.

"Aren't you the one that said Jake shouldn't have turned me?"

"That was for other reasons."

"Oh right, the reasons you won't tell me. They must be pretty shitty reasons."

You could hear his scoff from in front of you, exasperation leaking into the air.

"You test my patience," he huffed. But you could tell he hardly meant it. And if he had, well, he must have liked having his patience tested.

"Good," you remarked.

You walked in silence for a beat. Sam always preferred walking over running; said he could pinpoint the sounds better. And the thoughts.

"What's the high council?" you asked after a moment.

He always seemed to grumble over your many questions. You sometimes wondered if he kept his answers short to purposefully dissuade you from asking more.

"It's the ruling class of vampires. They oversee us all."

"There are rules for being a vampire?" you questioned. Until this point, you had just assumed they were lawless creatures, doing whatever they pleased as they all seemed to.

"Only a few. One specific rule that your little soul tie went and broke."

"Turning me?"

Sam silenced you with a single finger in the air, signaling that he wouldn't be answering any further questions. At least not until after he ate.

"Campers. This way."

You'd grown used to the way Sam hunted and by now, presumably you hunted the same way he did. It was easier with the animals though; there was really only one good way to do it. But with humans, you had more options.

There were always hikers in the area despite the forest being labeled as a dangerous area for those less experienced in the activity, a product of Sam making those woods his hunting ground. Where Jake preferred to pick his meals at bars and clubs, Sam preferred the more traditional route: finding people who were already alone in a secluded area, his territory, and drinking from them right where he would leave their bodies for the animals to find. He said it was more natural that way.

You hadn't yet had the blood of a human but it wasn't exactly the idea of killing one that was stopping you. Sam had seen how hot and cold you were, always engaged in an internal battle for control and always somehow losing. He had never said it but you figured the reason it had taken him so long to work you up to the human stuff wasn't because of a killing aversion or anything like that. It was because he was worried you'd like it too much. Or maybe you were just projecting your own worries onto him. He didn't exactly seem to ever feel that emotion in the same way you did: worry.

Today was the day though. When he had dragged you begrudgingly out of the house, there was a particular gleam in his eyes. He hadn't eaten anything but animal since he'd been teaching you how to feed. It was getting to him, you knew it was. He hadn't been fully satisfied in weeks. But today was the day.

You couldn't ignore the nerves you'd felt at the idea of giving in to the wicked ways of the human stuff. The real stuff. Even just the smell of it had turned you into something you weren't proud of. It didn't help that the heartache with Josh was so fresh. He and Jake were probably fighting about it right then. You supposed it was only fitting that as your relationship began to crumble, you became even more of the creature you were supposed to be.

But regardless, you knew when the time came to put your lips to pulse, you'd forget yourself and the heartache that pulled at your seams and you'd lose yourself in it.

You followed closely behind Sam, maneuvering your body a bit more gracefully thanks to the practice you'd now had. You could now move silently, stealthily, just as he could. But you had never stalked a human.

He had said once that they were easier targets, with hearing less sensitive than deer and instincts that rarely alerted them to the surrounding danger they put themselves in. So it came as no surprise when you both stalked up to a lone man setting up his tent, occasionally taking a sip from a flask he kept at his hip. He had some hiking gear but not quite as much one would need to go exploring off trail the way he had. Stupid.

While you watched him fumble around with canvas and metal, clearly inexperienced and unaware of the danger he had put himself in, Sam moved closer to you to speak so only you could hear.

He stood in front of you and pressed his lips against your ear. It sent a shiver up your body, even as you stared over his shoulder at your soon-to-be meal.

"I'll kill him since you're still new at this but don't expect me to do that for you each time."

"I'll do it," you murmured back, entranced with the way the man moved before you, blissfully unaware.

"Be fast and don't make conversation. It's better not to play with your food." He whispered his final instructions and moved out of your way, giving your wrist one final squeeze before he retreated behind you with a delicate, "Go get him," and assumed the role of onlooker.

You could smell the blood coursing through his veins before you even got close. And once you did, you remembered how dangerous that smell was to you. You remembered just how badly you had wanted it the last time. Any remorse you might have had over the prospect of killing an innocent person flew out the window when that smell lingered in the air.

Sam had a habit of killing with his hands but you had learned your gifts could easily kill mere mortal things. It wasn't like the times you had turned on one of the boys, their body fighting to repair each cell you ripped apart almost as fast as you could do it. When it came to animals, you could make it almost instant. A quick and painless death that they never even saw coming. Well, mostly painless.

The man, like all of those poor animals before, never saw it coming either. He'd been in the middle of a long sip of his flask when you pushed an experimental wave of pain through his body. He keeled over instantly with a loud scream before another pulse of the stuff silenced him.

It was so interesting to watch them die. You always wondered what Sam could hear as they went. What were their final thoughts? Did they think of their families? Their lovers? Did they look into his eyes and think only of how beautiful he was in their final moments?

His gifts had calloused him in a different way than Jake's had. Jake had learned to have fun with it but Sam carried around his with a deep respect for the things he heard given that they were never his to hear. And even though he didn't feel much when he killed a person, he carried around their thoughts like tattoos, never to be forgotten. You often wondered why he had even wanted to be the one to teach you to hunt. Your thoughts when killing were dark, especially now as you stood over the poor hiker lying limp in the dirt, feeling not an ounce of anything less than pride at what you had done and excitement at what you were about to do. You wondered if you were helping to callous Sam too.

"Well, ideally they go a little quieter but that works too," Sam remarked casually as he came up behind you.

You ignored him as you crouched to the ground to inspect the man's neck, pulling the collar of his jacket and flannel to the side to expose those delicious veins protruding from his neck. You licked your lips at just the sight.

Sam never liked to drink from anything living. You guessed that had to do with his gifts although he'd never explicitly said that. There was a lot he left unsaid, actually, but his actions always spoke volumes. You could always tell when a thought you'd had was correct just based on the look that would silently tug at his features when he heard it. You spoke to him with your thoughts but he preferred to do the talking with his body language. And his hands.

Those hands which now wrapped carefully around your biceps as he kneeled behind you, his guard up given the way his body felt stiff against your back.

"Careful, honey," he murmured quietly, knowing the sound would hardly reach you anyway as you leaned in, that trance now turned to full-blown hypnotism.

This time when your fangs dropped, you could practically feel them fall from their hiding place, a dull ache in your face that would be soothed as soon as they got what they were seeking. Your tongue ran over them as your eyes fell shut at that fucking smell. You would have bathed yourself in it if you could have.

Your hands practically shook as they splayed flat, one against the earth and the other against the hikers chest, bracing yourself as you leaned down. You bared your fangs when you reached his neck and without any thought, you sunk them down where the artery was, the blood still warm where it sat flowing only a little slower.

The blood was sweeter than you were used to and there was a bite to it thanks to the alcohol he'd been consuming. But when it hit your tongue, the world around you disappeared and the taste alone became everything you knew. You weren't even aware that Sam was no longer behind you, now sitting opposite you and attacking the man's neck from the other side.

It must have been a barbaric sight, bordering on ritualistic.

That was when you caught it, the smell of Sam wafting over to you from across the body that both separated you and connected you. You could smell the hint of cologne that must have still been mingling in the fibers of his shirt. He never wore cologne intentionally while hunting. You ran the risk of other things smelling it. But it lingered there, on his shirt and somewhere on his skin. The blood only heightened every sensation you could feel, the smell of Sam being one of them.

You met his eyes when you pulled away from your meal briefly, only to be met with the realization that Sam had been watching you the entire time you drank. It felt so intimate, staring at one another as you drained a body together. Blood stained skin and arousal paired so nicely together that way.

He reached over the hiker to catch a trickle of blood now running a red line down your neck with his thumb, bringing the digit back to his mouth and letting his tongue swirl around it. You watched his eyes roll back at the taste. You could practically feel how good he felt. And really, you felt it too.

You liked Sam that way, honestly. You liked being around someone who seemed to have a different view of death than the others. He didn't run and hide from it. He didn't see it as a bad thing. He saw it as a part of his life and he reveled in it when he wanted to. If you were being honest with yourself, it wasn't Josh's level of control that you admired and longed for. Not even Jake's. It was Sam's.

You wanted to kill. You wanted to be the vampire you were created and destined to be. You didn't want to run from the things you could do or be placed in a neat little box waiting for Jake to fix your feelings, even though that was certainly the easy way out. You wanted this life, the one you found in the woods with Sam where the noise of uncertainty and heartache was long left behind and replaced only by the sounds of the forest and the plants around you breathing a deep sigh of relief that you had returned to them.

He reached his arm back over to you to wrap his hand around the back of your neck, using his strength to coax you back down to the body and using his thumb as an anchor to stop your hair from falling in your face. You might have blushed at the surge of heat it sent through you, feeling him push your face down, if you'd been capable.

He watched you intently as you continued to drink, now letting his thumb rub short lines back and forth over your cheekbone. There was a subtlety to it that grounded you, kept you right there with him, the way his touch always seemed to. Jake's touch ignited fires within you that made you want to scream one second and jump him the next. But Sam was learning to guide you with just a single touch, stopping you from ever igniting too hot when it came to such a delicate situation as feeding.

It had never been human blood though. And it was different. Undeniably. You wanted to let yourself go, but this time when his hands lingered against your skin to help you resist those urges, they only urged you in a different direction.

"That's it," he encouraged you, "just like that."

He kept his eyes on you even as he dove back in, your partner in crime helping you drain the last of the blood from the man's body. And when he ran dry, he was forgotten almost immediately, his worth no longer tangible.

"What did I tell you?" Sam asked as you stood to regain your bearings.

"Don't waste an-"

Your words were cut short by an involuntary gasp when you suddenly felt the air move around you, making way for Sam who was now dragging his tongue along your neck, cleaning you of the bloody evidence you'd been far less than careful not to leave behind. He had started from your collarbone, licking upwards until he met the angle of your jaw where you willed with your loudest of thoughts for him to keep moving north toward your mouth. But when he didn't, you took matters into your own hands, working your hands into his hair to maneuver him to your lips yourself.

You were suddenly hungry for him. Insatiable, even, like his lips moving against yours weren't nearly enough to still the hunger inside of you.

You backed him toward a tree and when his back hit the bark, he let out a long moan, like he'd been deprived of that sort of touch and desperation for far too long, lending itself to a sound that could have easily ended things right there without any other aid of friction or hands. But even if it had been a while since he done this with anyone, his hands remembered their work almost immediately, taking your hips with bruising force as he turned you to switch your places, your back now against bark.

It had snuck up on you, the want. But now that it was there, it took hold of you and wracked your body. You had turned desperate for him, thinking of his cock buried inside of you, unrelenting while his hands roamed your body and your tongue lapped at blood still smeared across his skin from your own.

You could tell your thoughts were having an effect on him when he lifted you up around his hips and you felt his erection press hard between your legs. Even just the thought of how indecently big he felt sent a groan rumbling through his chest.

Your lips on his suddenly wasn't enough. It wasn't enough, even, to feel him pressed against you, to feel him hard with want and greedy of hand. You wanted to taste him too, to feel him flowing through you.

Your mouth moved away from his to trail sloppy kisses down his neck, littering his skin with them and earning a sharp inhale from Sam as you went. His hands steadied you around his hips as you moved without care but when you sank your fangs into the crook of his neck and that first drop of blood hit your tongue, you felt him reach out to better brace himself against the tree at your back, a loud moan slipping from him involuntarily.

"Holy fuck," he muttered at the feeling, his lips now free and his unoccupied hand now reaching to undo his belt between you with more speed than you'd ever seen.

You could have cum right then and there, the taste of his blood and the feeling of his cock painfully hard and long and tantalizing pressed just where you needed to grind down around him. And God, the way he smelled. You could have gotten lost in that alone.

You sucked harder and felt him twitch against you. And the unholy sound that dropped from his lips made your own eyes roll back as you basked in it, the little curses he whispered against your skin and the way his free hand now held onto you for dear life. Maybe he was teetering on a line he didn't want to cross yet.

You'd have given anything in that moment to hear his thoughts, to know what it was he wanted even if his body seemed to be making it clear. It was almost unfair; he could hear you and your every depraved thought, the way you wondered what his cock would taste like leaking onto your tongue, the way it would feel nudging against the spot that curled your toes, the way his face would look when bliss washed over him, the way it would feel when he sent you over the edge with your skin between his teeth…

"Fuck, p-please control your thoughts, I-" His hips were pushing into yours with a desperate rhythm and the way his words faltered and failed him brought a smile to your lips.

It wasn't like the heated moment you'd shared with Josh that had degraded so quickly. It wasn't even like the tension that was building between you and Jake, palpable but angry. It was far more uninhibited on your part. All of those other things you fought hard not to feel. But this? This you didn't even want to fight.

Human blood was powerful stuff.

Your own mess of blood that he had done his best to clean over the body had since smeared further across your skin and with your mouth pulled away from him, he used it as an opportunity to lap at it, nipping at your own skin as he sucked it clean. You felt the heat between your thighs only grow hotter as his mouth trailed upwards, your hands suddenly frantic to rid him of his clothing and to expose his body that you'd only seen once and were now desperate to see again in these circumstances: bloodstained and at the mercy of your fingers.

The way you had seen Jake with his women.

Fuck, there it was. Jake, suddenly taking over your mind. And poor Sam could hear it as he did, like a flood dampening and extinguishing the flames that had grown to a near roar. Jake was like a plague, an insect you begged to stop buzzing around your head, but when your hands faltered and your movements stuttered, Sam felt it all.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop…" He chanted the word like a prayer.

You pulled yourself away immediately, suddenly worried about how far you pushed things and feeling an intense guilt creep up from the deepest pit of your stomach, setting pins and needles of shame pricking at your skin.

"Oh god-" you breathed.

You were just like Danny and Adele, rubbing the invisible forces in his face and not even caring that he could hear it.

"No, no, no," he pleaded, "don't-its okay, it's okay."

You looked around at the aftermath of your escapades: a dead body smeared in his own blood, Sam looking disheveled with a prominent bite mark still pulsing in his skin, the blood covering him a mixture of the hiker's and his own. Looking down at your own hands you realized you were covered in the stuff too, probably just as disheveled and swollen-lipped as the boy standing across from you, eyes pleading with yours to find something to hold onto rather than let yourself slip away with the torment.

"Oh my god, what did I do?"

He seemed desperate now to pull you back from the ledge, taking your shoulders in his hands and leaning to meet you at eye level. "No, hey, li-listen to me, baby, it's okay. You didn't do anything wrong. It was the blood. I should have smelled the alcohol on him; I never should have let you go for that one. Just please, don't get lost on me now, okay? Stay with me."

How could you have been so callous? To his feelings? To Josh's feelings?

It was then that the thought of Josh and the weight of what you had done hit you like a truck. You didn't even know what Josh was doing, where he was, what he was feeling. You had left him behind at the house to deal with the aftermath and you'd forgotten him there. And now here you were, not two hours later, kissing his brother. Killing humans. Enjoying it all.

"Josh would be so disappointed if he saw me this way…" You whispered quietly, heavy tears beginning to roll down your cheeks.

Sam's eyebrows furrowed and his head cocked in confusion.

"That's not who I thought…"

He trailed off into silence, leaving you feeling disgusted with yourself and the blood covering your shirt and drying under your fingernails. It sent you reeling into a panic-like state and you began digging at the dried blood under your fingers and wiping helplessly at the stains on the back of your hands and around your mouth. You were desperate to get it off of you, like it was suddenly burning your skin.

If only Josh could see you that way. Would he even be upset that you weren't his?

"He would want me to feel bad," you choked. "He didn't want me to do this."

"It doesn't matter what Josh wants for you, you are who you are. There's nothing wrong with that." Sam was trying his hardest to get through to you, to stop the meltdown before it got too nuclear. But to no avail.

"I'm a monster," you said suddenly, your voice cracking. "I-I'm a monster. Jake created a monster. How could I-how could-"

Yes, you were definitely panicking. You weren't even sure how. How did a vampire lose their composure? How did they lose their breath?

"You're not a monster," Sam promised with a look as close to concern as you had ever seen him.

"Of course I'm not Josh's soul tie, how could he ever love a monster like me?"

"What? No-" He reached for your face but the moment you felt his palms on your cheek, you backed out of his grasp.

"No, don't touch me! I don't want to hurt you!"

"You don't have to-"

"You're not hearing me, Sam! I don't want to hurt you!"

You barely dodged a tree as you retreated and ran for God knows what, off into the forest and leaving Sam behind.

—

You weren't certain how long you ran or how much time had passed as trees blurred beyond your view. But when you finally stopped and looked around, you were at the cemetery, where your parents were buried.

And if you were being honest with yourself, in that moment, part of you wished you were buried there too.

In a cover of rain and clouds, you weaved through the headstones in search of the ones that were so familiar to you. Although now you could hardly remember the last time you'd been there, fighting the rain and the chill to feel close to the people that lie beneath the ground just for an hour or two.

There was a bench that sat across from the matching headstones, a heart connecting them in the middle. That was where you usually parked yourself and where you did now, folding your hands into your lap and trying to find that serenity that sometimes joined you on these trips.

The place was almost always empty, save for the souls wandering about. The only fresh flowers in the entire lot seemed to be the ones you placed at your parents' graves. But even now, they wilted.

If they could see you, they would have worried, undoubtedly. How could they not? You weren't exactly the picture of health and perfection. They might have even been startled by what they saw, not realizing you were just as dead as they were.

You sat in silence, unsure of what to do or what to say to them. You did often talk to them. You told them about your life, mundane as it had been. You told them about the little snippets of information your friends would send you, the photos they'd send of their cats or dogs or the people they'd met in the city you had left. They were the ones living all that time, not you. But what could you even tell them now? You'd died the way they had? Been brought back as some sort of abomination? Wreaked havoc on all of the good things you had left in your life and ruined the one thing you felt you couldn't live without? They could hardly be proud of that.

"Running off alone looking like that is never a good idea."

Adele's voice startled you from your thoughts of your parents. Suddenly she was standing beside you, outstretching her arm to you with a washcloth in hand which you eagerly accepted.

"How did you know I was here?" you asked as you wiped hard at your face.

"Sam followed you. When he heard your thoughts and realized where you were, he came back to the house. Asked me to come talk to you."

She sat down next to you with a sigh, throwing a coat around your shoulders, not to warm you but to hide the evidence still staining your shirt should anyone make a trip to the cemetery that day.

"Why'd he ask you?"

"Some problems require a woman to solve. I think things are getting a little too complicated with the boys in that house anyway. Not a whole lot of objectivity going around." She laughed that delightful laugh of hers that could have shaken you from any slump you were in if you hadn't been so stubborn.

“Come on, open up," she continued. "You’re in need of some girlfriend advice and who would I be if I couldn’t provide?”

Where to even start? It wasn't like dishing at a sleepover or venting about boy troubles over coffee. Things were as complicated as they could possibly be.

"I'm fucking everything up," you said, staring down at your bloodstained hands for a moment before you began scrubbing them too. It seemed like as good a place as any to start. An all-encompassing sentiment that you felt deep in your bones.

"You've only been a vampire for like two weeks. That's not enough time to fuck everything up."

"Just shows you how proficiently bad I am at this," you mumbled.

"Give it a few decades; you'll be a little less dramatic about it."

Decades. Could you survive this way for that long? How long would it take for you to abandon Josh altogether? Abandon your morals altogether?

You felt the tears begin to well in your eyes again, those damned wet devils.

"I don't think I can do this," you admitted in a meek voice.

"You think I did this on my own?" Adele pressed. "Or any of them for that matter? That's why we have our little comune, to help each other."

"Doesn't seem like Sam is getting much help from it. Doesn't seem like Josh will be for much longer either."

Adele let out another long sigh, no doubt thinking about what she herself had done to Sam and the dynamic about the house, unintentional as it had been.

"Sam has gotten something out of being around you. Of that I am certain. I saw him smile the other day. Haven't seen that in years. Josh, on the other hand…" She paused thoughtfully. "He'll come around."

You thought about the memory Sam had shown you. You still didn't understand why he thought back on it as a happy memory. It seemed to you that it was exactly the kind of memory that might have haunted him. But he used it when he needed to calm himself. It made no sense. Maybe she was still his comfort, even after all those years of so visibly and loudly wanting Danny rather than him. Maybe he clung to it. Maybe it was the only thing he had left.

"Do you ever feel bad for Sam? I mean, do you ever even miss him? Is there any hope for me to still think of Josh after I've done the binding ritual with Jake?"

She casted her eyes downward, pursing her lips before she chose her words carefully. It was the most thoughtful you'd ever seen her. She always seemed so sure of herself, like she hardly had to think before doing. But now, she was thinking hard about what she wanted to say. You'd stumped her after all.

"As a human, I made a promise to Sam that I would love him forever. Really, that hasn't changed."

Forever. That was the word you'd heard her speak to him. Forever. It seemed her definition of forever wasn't actually all that long.

"How did it happen? How did you know you were ready to be with Danny?"

"I was human when Sam and I met." You watched as she reminisced. Maybe she was conjuring up the same memory Sam had shown you. "He was the love of my life, or so I thought. He never told me about the soul tie but I knew something was wrong when he waited a full year to even introduce me to his brothers. What I didn't know was that he was worried he hadn't felt it with me and the longer we went, the more apprehensive he was to introduce me to another vampire."

"Do you think he knew?"

"Yes, I think he did. He's always known more than he lets on. But I pressed and I pressed and finally, he did. He brought me over, Jake cooked, Josh played the piano, and Danny…Danny couldn't take his eyes off of me."

"Was it instant?"

"For us? Yes. Although, I was a little reluctant to give in to him so…immediately."

"I can't imagine it went smoothly."

"Back then, Sam didn't have the type of self-control he does now. He was a little quicker to outbursts. Danny told him that night what he had felt. He's a good friend; he couldn't keep it from him. I think the resulting argument took out about four walls." She chuckled at the memory. "After that, we didn't see Sam for a few years. But finally, he came back to live with his brothers again. He was different though, of course. The way he is now."

"When did you turn?"

A wide smile spread on her face as her thoughts turned away from Sam and onto Danny. "Danny turned me a month after we met. We were bound soon after and the rest, of course, is history."

"All this time and you and Sam still never speak."

"Can you blame him?"

"It's a soul tie; isn't it out of our control?"

She laughed then. "Vampires are much like humans that way. They aren't always very rational. Especially not the men." She nudged your shoulder at that last part, a knowing twinkle in her eye. "Besides, Sam doesn't even believe in the soul tie."

You met her with confusion.

"How can he just not believe in it?"

She shrugged. "It's a bit more complicated than Josh probably told you. We don't really understand it ourselves. Some vampires never even feel it. Others believe you feel it for the vampire who turns you, like you're beholden to them. Sort of a way of protecting themselves."

"But I thought humans could feel it." At least according to Josh they could.

"Only for vampires. And wouldn't you know it, those vampires always seem to turn them. Anyway, it's just one of many theories."

"But Sam doesn't believe in it at all?"

"He believes we all have a choice."

You felt something like hope tugging at your heart with the word she'd used: choice.

"Do we?" you asked expectantly.

She smiled wide, a mischievous grin. "Maybe we do. It just depends on how far you're willing to go to have that choice offered up to you."

"Jake said Danny could never see anything past my being turned."

She shook her head. "He still can't. Everything seems to just go dark in front of you."

You tried to ignore how ominous it sounded knowing she hadn't meant it that way. Hopefully.

"What do you think it means?"

She smiled again, that twinkle back in her eye but this time laced with some hidden meaning.

"I think it means our little Sammy boy might just be right."

You felt your heart do an involuntary somersault in your chest at her implication that maybe you weren't, in fact, doomed. Maybe in the end you could choose Josh, although what would that mean for Jake?

You would choose Josh in the end. You were certain of it. Weren't you?

"Why did you choose to come here?" She asked, interrupting your thoughts.

"It just sort of happened," you shrugged. It hadn't even been a conscious choice; your feet had just led you here and when your brain had caught up, you understood why they might have done it.

She gave you a thoughtful hum as she turned her head toward the matching gravestones sitting squarely next to one another.

"How'd they die?"

You chuckled thinking about it now, a reaction you wouldn't have had to the memory even a month ago.

"Car accident."

An inappropriate smile grew on her face. "Well isn't that just ironic. Must run in the family," she laughed.

You couldn't stifle your own laughter, morbid as it was. It was such a curious thing to laugh while tears misted your face. You could feel the weight of the grief dragging you down but even so, you couldn't help but to laugh at it all. What a mess it had become.

Adele reached her hand up to wipe at the tears on your cheeks with her ring finger, drying your face as you sniffled and composed yourself.

"For what it's worth," she said, "I think you'll like Jake if you give it a real chance. He can help you understand what you’re feeling in a way the rest of us just can't.”

You wiped at your nose with the back of your hand and gave her a sullen nod.

“And who knows," she continued, "you may not want a choice when you feel what he’s capable of. It is really something.”

She punctuated it with an almost evil grin, standing from the bench to leave you there, alone, with nothing but the ghosts and her parting remark.

And when it dawned on you what she had meant, you turned your sights toward the house, jealousy suddenly boiling your blood.

—

You could tell he was with someone even before you forcefully pushed open the French doors leading into the back of the tiny house. And what you saw when you did left you even more fuming than you had been before.

"Get out," you commanded the woman who was currently sitting between his legs on his bed with his cock down her throat. She hadn't even stopped when you'd entered the room.

She pulled off of him and met his eyes, looking for the nod he gave her. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, threw on a robe, and quietly snuck out the door behind you, not a single word spoken. She didn't even acknowledge you as she went. God, you wanted to kill her.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you quizzed him, watching him dress himself as he eyed you carefully.

He didn't rush, rather took his sweet time pulling on dark maroon boxer briefs, sliding them painstakingly slowly up his thighs while you fought the urge to look. It was only when he finally pulled his worn jeans up to his hips that he finally acknowledged you.

And God, he looked like he enjoyed it, watching your anger spin and flare the longer he ignored your question. But finally, he met you where your rage had planted you, stuck by the doorway trying not to think about the woman that had just been pleasuring him to avoid doing something truly violent.

He brought his hand up to swipe the hair off your shoulder, his eyes suddenly studying your skin there where it poked out from your sweater, unbelievably hot when paired with the frustrated heat in your body.

"So…you can make me feel you having sex with my brother but I can't touch anyone? Oh, maybe I should specify which brother."

You pushed his hand away roughly.

"Nothing happened with Sam and I-"

"Just seems a little unfair, doesn't it?"

You clenched your jaw at how calmly he spewed his accusations, regardless of how right he was. The jealousy paled in comparison to your guilt.

"Josh is my boyfriend, Jake-"

"Oh, so you worked things out since the last time you saw him? That's great." A knowing smile grew on his face. "Where exactly is he then?"

The anger steamed hot through your body. It was a wonder you hadn't sent him collapsing to the ground in pain yet. But you stayed silent, afraid to say anything at all should you lose your composure altogether.

He stepped closer, his face suddenly only inches from yours. Slowly, he let his face dip to your left, letting the tip of his nose graze along your jaw, up to your earlobe and along the delicate skin until his lips now touched the shell of your ear.

"Why did you interrupt?" he asked in a whisper. "We were just getting to the good part."

Fuck.

Anger turned into lust so quickly in this form and he knew you and your propensity for jealousy too well. How easily it found you. He knew exactly which buttons to push; that was the reason that woman had been in there with him in the first place. You were sure of it. And suddenly, you felt like an idiot for storming in there to bring up Adele. You were playing into exactly what he wanted.

When he was met with tense silence from you, he quirked an eyebrow.

"Any time, baby."

He was so incredibly smug. It infuriated you.

You turned your face to meet his, your noses practically pressing together when you did.

"You slept with Adele."

It wasn’t a question and he didn’t take it that way. Instead, a smile, wickedly pleased, spread his lips wide. He pulled his face back a bit to study you and shook his head, as if he were disappointed. You swore it tinged your cheeks red with embarrassment.

“If it makes you feel any better,” he offered, “Danny was there the entire time."

Your jaw clenched harder and your eyes said everything they needed to say, daggers straight into his soul. But his smile never faltered.

"Are you jealous?"

“You know I'm fucking jealous.” It might have sounded more intimidating if it hadn’t graced the air as a mere squeak.

"Well yes,” he agreed, “but I didn't think you'd admit it. It’s too bad you refuse to talk to me; you might have actually learned how to control that.”

“I don’t need your help controlling my emotions.”

“You’re right, you’re doing a great job.” He looked you squarely in the eyes when he teased and it angered you how your stomach did a flip. “You know,” he continued, “I actually don't mind that you don't even try to control yourself.”

He let his hand raise to your face again, this time letting his thumb stroke over your bottom lip where it sat pouting. “Your jealousy? It feels so…” He leaned in to nudge the tip of your nose with his. “Fucking…” A line grazing down to the corner of your jaw where the bone made a sharp angle. “Good.” And finally down to the crook of your neck where your body was suddenly begging him to bite you.

You felt his smile against your skin when you gulped hard.

"Is that why you did that?" you squeaked.

He pulled his face away again, that smug smile that had been there before now practically taking over his every feature. He seemed to be brimming with cockiness when he opened his mouth again.

"No, baby, that was all for me."

Even with a smile on his face, he almost looked like he was bracing for the pain you were inevitably about to inflict upon him. But for some reason, it ignited within you a desire to take him and show him that his pleasure wasn't the responsibility of some random woman he had picked up from a bar. He was yours.

He saw the look. He saw the shift. He felt it and even just that feeling, that tinge of need that permeated your soul despite how badly you wanted to fight it, was enough to crack his own resolve. It unwound his air of cockiness instantly and showed his desperation clearly on his face.

"Fuck," he whispered before crashing his lips to yours.

It turned frenzied quickly, your teeth nipping at his lips, his hands pulling your hair much harder than he could have if you'd still been human. It was like a dam had broken and everything it had been holding back was suddenly flowing out.

He pushed you to the wall behind you, a crack suddenly appearing in the stucco. But then, in the blink of an eye, your legs were around his waist and he was pressing your back into his mattress instead, right where he had been lying just moments ago.

He worked to tear his clothes off first, quickly ridding himself of his damned jeans, and when you felt him press his hardened length into your core, you moaned into his mouth. You didn’t even need his gifts. His hands were enough. In fact, the mere thought of one upping the woman that had been there before you was enough. She had been there to please him but he was now there to please you.

But when your mind formed around the image of that woman and the thought that had landed you in this position in the first place, your body screamed at you to ignore your thoughts. Pleaded, even. It took everything you had in you to push him off of you before he could free himself and touch you in some way that you’d be far too invested in to put an end to.

You used your heel to do it, sending him backward and off the bed with a hard thud where he landed against the opposite wall.

You sat up in his bed, watching him where he stood watching you back as you regained your senses. It was easier to deny him when his hands weren’t on your body. When he wasn’t so close.

You cleared your throat and fixed your hair as you stood from the bed, putting on your bravest face as you sauntered over to him like what you had just done hadn’t tested the limits of your resolve which would soon dwindle down to nothing. And when you reached him, you reveled in the way his jaw clenched dangerously shut. You were testing his resolve too.

You hooked your pointer finger under his jaw and lifted his face to make sure his eyes didn’t leave yours.

And you spoke softly and clearly. "Don't touch her again."

The sight of him stunned and alone to fend for his own neediness as you left was a satisfaction you hadn’t felt in a long time.

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