#fuck you *puts caleb in a corset*

[orbitsuns]

the vatore siblings for pride month because i am bisexual

[serinaviolet]

His Our dirty little secret

Pairing: Caleb x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spending a weekend at home with Grandma and Caleb doesn’t sound too bad! Especially when your childhood friend decides to sneak into your room at night while you sleep ;)

Wordcount: 2k

A/N: Had this thought in my mind since they released the trailer for him so I just had to write it <3

Warnings: mdni!, 18+, smut, possessive! Caleb, Fem!Reader, PinV, fingering, bellyshots, cum eating, mention of foster family, creampie, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), masturbation, belly-bulge, not proof read, English is not my first language (Let me know if I missed something)

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The night swallows the last rays of sun and the moon shines bright over the sea. The training to becoming a hunter is hard and exhausting, so you enjoy and savor every weekend spend at the house of your childhood. Especially on rare days when your old-time friend Caleb got to be home after a mission as deepspace pilot as well. You enjoyed catching up with him and your foster mom Josephine aka. Grandma, light-hearted conversation and friendly teasing occurring like always. After dinner and helping with the dishes you practically fell into your bed, limbs tired and sore from the past few weeks of constant fighting, training and lack of sleep. Your lids heavy, tiredness clouding your mind and only after a short while of laying on the cozy pillows, your drift off into dreamland. But fate had other plans than resting. After about an hour, the slight creaking of your door while being opened and closed, and quiet footsteps approaching your side, stir you from your short slumber.

Your eyes shut close, pretending to be asleep as to surprise the intruder with an attack as soon as they are close enough. Or so you thought till you hear the familiar voice of your best friend reduced to a slight whisper. “My god pipsqueak… I missed you so much…” you hear his steps getting closer, light shuffling and a shaky breath only a few inches above you. He must be kneeling in front of your bed. “Every day without seeing your pretty face is like torture….” his finger trailing carefully over your cheek as to not disturb your peaceful sleep, if only he knew that you were wide awake, brain working overtime to figure out where this soft display of affection is coming from. You hear his soft chuckle and his hand trailing down over your uniform clad shoulder. “you must’ve been so exhausted… still in your hunters uniform… but fuck does it look good on you.” Your breath catches in your throat as his whispers turn into a low rumble, fingertips tracing along the cutout at your stomach. You stay still, not sure if out of fright or anticipation of his next move. His hand trailing back up to your side, opening the zipper of your corset top and carefully sliding the straps off of your delicate arms and placing it on the floor. “Let’s put you into something more comfortable cutie” you hear his body shift, his feet across the hardwood floor and your dresser opening.

A little gasp and “fuck” echoes through the silent room while he rummages through your clothes. You open your eyes shortly, only to see him holding a shirt of yours in one hand and a pair of your red lace panties in the other, pocketing them with a short mumble of “later”. Pressing your eyes shut whilst he turns around again, you listen to his approaching steps, the bed dipping slightly as he sits on the edge of your mattress. His hands make quick work of your buttoned shirt and pants, admiring the naked skin and lace bra clad mounds of your chest. “*Sigh*… Sometimes I forget how grown up you- no, we are now… back when we were children, I could change with you in the same room and not have a single bad thought but now….” His hands open the zipper of your pants, pulling the material down and removing them from your legs, fingertips tracing the soft plains of your thigh “Now I just wanna see this beautiful woman under me, feeling her smooth skin and do such dirty things to her”. You have to hold back a shudder as his fingers trail up over your thighs, stomach and breast, a soft sigh escaping you, making him freeze shortly and the room grows quiet for a moment.

“I-I shouldn’t… you’d wake up… but shit you feel so good.” You feel the bed dip on each side of your hips, his hands carefully placed on your exposed waist as his low whispers ring from above you: “God you see me as a brother and I just wanna fuck you… But you belong only to me little girl”. ‘He wants to do what? Is this a dream?’ To be honest, you had a hard crush on Caleb for a very long time by now, but always thought that your feelings would not be returned by him and that he views you as a little sister. Excitement and need rising inside you, not wanting to open your eyes, just to see how far he would go. One of his hands disappearing from your waist, the slow *ziiip* of a zipper being opened echoing once again, only for you to realize… you have no more zippers on you. Light pants, followed by soft ruffling of fabric catches your attention again, Caleb’s low groans making your ears peak up. Maybe just a little glance won’t hurt-….Oh….Oh! As you peak through your lashes, you see him straddling your waist, hem of his shirt between his teeth, eyes closed and hand fisting his cock in a slow rhythm.

The sight is just mesmerizing. Soft, pink tip with a glossy bead of pre-cum leaking out already, bulging veins running along his thick shaft, heavy balls and a light trail of hair, reaching up to his bellybutton. You can’t help but stare at it as his hand wraps around it perfectly, his other one grabbing your hip. His cheeks dusted red whilst throwing his head back, more drops running down and dripping onto your lower belly, your clit pulsing with need. “Caleb…” you say quietly, making him groan in respond. “God you feel so good” maybe he was imagining things? “Caleb.” you try again as he ruts into his hand with more vigor. “Caleb!” his eyes shot open, his load shooting all over your stomach and breast as your gaze met. You look down at the warm mess running along your curves as he leans back, chest rising and falling quickly. “Shit shit shit, I am sooooo so sorry. God please don’t hate me, I just- I wanted- fuck, I’ll get something to clea-” you disturb his panicked, hushed mumbling, thumb swiping across your covered chest, licking the sticky substance off with a slow roll of your tongue, never breaking eye contact. Breath catching in his throat, leaning over you again, rough thumb rolling across your soft lips with a shaky sigh. “Well I didn’t expect that… You are a dirty little girl huh? Do you want me too pipsqueak?” His voice trails off, head lowering to your neck as he places a soft kiss against your pulse point, your head nodding violently. “Use your words little one. I need to hear it from you.” his lips curl into a smirk, head lifting to graze your lips with his. “Please! Fuck me Caleb, I need you!” His mouth crashing into yours, years of pent up need, love and lust flowing into the kiss. His tongue finding yours quickly, tasting the residue of his cum on yours, groaning slightly.

The kiss is dizzying, so much so that you don’t even notice when he removes his clothes and your soiled underwear, grinding his again erect member against your arching core. “I dreamed of this so often you know? You, under me naked, so ready for me to take you good.” Kisses training down to your breast, licking off the stickiness of his previous release and leaving a thin coat of saliva on your nipples before sucking harshly on the little nub. Your back arches off the mattress, his teeth rolling the bosom with slight pressure while his fingers trail down between your legs. “So wet already baby? Did you enjoy watching me jack off to your pretty face?” A smirk grazing his handsome face, skilled fingers circling your clit with light strokes. You whimper, “Yes, yes I did Caleb. Fuck… get inside me already”,desperate eyes meeting his as he chuckles deeply, fingers sinking into your needy hole, making you clench tightly around his digits. You moan, his other hand shooting up and muffling your opened mouth, his hot breath hitting your ear “Shhhh, or you’ll wake up grandma. We don’t want that, do we?”. You shake your head and desperately bite your lips as his fingers massager your insides, reaching deeper with every thrust, searching for that little spot of imensive pleasure inside you. His length twitching against your thigh at the erotic display before him, his fingers soaked from your wetness, guiding them to his mouth, eyes rolling back at the taste of your arousal. He aligns his stiff dick with your entrance, collecting your slick on his tip, “I’m gonna eat you an other time. Try not to scream for now babygirl”. He pushes inside you with a hard thrust, penetrating your little virgin hole with such an intensity, that all the air left your lungs.

A silent scream escapes your lips, quickly sealed by another one of Caleb’s dizzying kisses while his hips piston against yours, hitting your cervix with every thrust. “God you are so tight cutie, and I am the very first to fill you like this. I’ll be the only one who will ever be able to fill you like this! You’re mine pipsqueak, forever.” his fingers interlace with yours, chests rubbing against each other, spreading the sticky streaks on your belly further with each slap of his balls against your sensitive cunt. You can’t breath, can’t think. Only feel his tip stroking your g-spot so deliciously that it makes you see stars. His teeth nibbling on the lobe of your ear, whispering sweet nothings while the texture of his rock hard length rubs deliciously against your walls. Spreading your legs more, his gaze lands on your puffy lower lips, admiring the view as he splits you open, belly slightly bulging with his tip bullying your deepest parts. As your legs start to shake, his pace quickens, rolling into you with only one intend: Making you cum. Hard. “I’m so close, come on pretty girl. Let go and cream around my cock, I’ll reward you good” his hands lifting your hips, angling you so that his cock drives even further inside of you, ready to fill you with his seed. You feel him growing even more inside you, eyes rolling back, pussy spasming around him as you fall over the edge, clawing his back with one hand and pulling him with you into the inevitable pleasure. He bites your shoulder, groaning as he shoots rope after rope into your awaiting womb, collapsing on top of you with a satisfied sigh “I love you pipsqueak. So freaking much”. Trying to catch your breath while his hips roll lazily into yours, you return the heartfelt words, eyes fluttering from the combination of new and previous exhaustion hitting you like a truck. Sliding his softening member out of you, he looks at the stream off cum gushing out of your abused hole before cleaning both of you and tucking you in, spooning you under the covers when sleep catches up to him as well.

The next morning you wobble towards the kitchen, clad in a shirt and shorts, while greeting Grandma who is busy preparing breakfast. “Good morning sweetie, I hope you slept well!” her cheerful voice rings through the door of the small space filled with the smell of bacon, bread and eggs. Heavy boots are heard, walking down the hallway and stopping right behind you, a large palm resting at the small of your back. “Good morning Grannie, what are you making?” her back turning to you both as she lists all of the tasty things she planned for the both of you. His hand sliding into your shorts and panties from behind, fingers finding your wet cunt and sliding inside, only to find you still stuffed with his cum. His head resting on your shoulder, a sly grin creeping up on his lips as he replies to Josephine, noticing your blushing face. “That sounds tasty, can’t wait to devour it all~” a kiss lands on your neck, the old woman at the stove infront oblivious to the second meaning behind her foster son’s words. Unaware of this dirty little secret only they know about...

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-SerinaViolet

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[alicenaivory]

•𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐲𝐦𝐧𝐬•

| @EternallyVain & @FurtiveSpirit|

[I wish I could take my nails and claw the madness from my brain. I’d claw bit by bit until it’s all gone but I fear it would be nothing left of it. If given the opportunity I’d use my mouth to blow out the fire that urges my destructive nature.

If only the palms of my hands would be enough to cover my ears and drown out the voices I hear.

They are back again…

The mad ones as if they never left.

When my memories were gone, it kept them quiet and I only heard myself but now the mad ones have returned.

They scream in sync like a choir chanting again and again.

‘Kill, Kill’

‘Hurt them, they hurt you!’

‘You must have, you must control’

Each word leads me to self destruction as I follow their lead only to quiet them. It’s like I must give them what they want. Sometimes I think they are my desires and they pull and pull on me until I give into it.

Music invades my ears, drowning out the sound of the voices and their tiring screams. I focus on the bass and the lyrics falling from the woman’s lips on the speakers.

“ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒏,

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒊𝒏,

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏.”

I close my eyes swaying my hips seductively against Caleb, acknowledging his hard on. The feel of his hot body against mine is driving me wild with a promise. I’m override with lust.

“Fuck..” he cursed, moving my hair from my neck to slowly place kisses upon my soft skin. I feel his sharp canines nipping my flesh and teasing to feast upon me but he resisted. Instead he nears my ear and says “Why are we here, Alice?”]

I want to have a good time.

[I muttered to him, bringing my hand behind me to grip the back of his head so my fingers can invade dark ravenous hair. “We could’ve easily had a good time home in New York, you know? Without your other lovers giving daggers at me.” He refers to Sabine and Dominic standing below us on the other side in the lower V.I.P area. I was watching them too through the unnecessary glass she placed here.

Sabine knows me.

/They/ know me.]

Feeling threatened?

[A smirk spreads on maroon painted lips, provoking him purposefully. His hand trails down to my waist, his nails biting into the leather corset I was wearing. The other reaching down to grip my thigh through the open slit of my leather skirt. “Now why would I be threatened? You’re with me!”]

That’s the spirit…

[I couldn’t have him thinking too much. Not when he was apart of my plan to piss them off. I brought Caleb here because I knew they didn’t want him here.

I was still cross with Sabine over her leaving me to become human and I’m angry with Dominic for not being there for me. I almost died and he sent me to voicemail.

My memories are back now and therefore my rage towards them is in full effect. I’m feeling vengeful.

I saw them a week prior to coming tonight, They didn’t see me though and what I saw was surprising. I noticed how oddly close they had gotten. Bonded by their love for me and drawn to the “hatred” they supposedly had for one another.

I was no fool. I can easily smell them on one another.

I felt hurt and betrayed. I was supposed to be their everything! I didn’t mind them sharing their affection but it wasn’t in my reach. They enjoyed one another without me.

The hurt and betrayal started mixing together Both feelings boiling into one and that was anger.

I assumed the obvious. They both planned to forget about me and push me aside. Dominic had done it already by putting his search for his very dead wife before me. Sabine may have returned her vampirism but she was willing to die than to stick by me.

I was a mess and she wanted to clean her hands of me first chance she had gotten. Like I was web she had unknowingly walked through and wanted to shake off.

I kept my gaze on them, focusing in on their lips when they moved. “She’s going to act out, Dominic. I can feel it.” She tried to warn him but he’s too smug to listen “She knows better.” She rolled her eyes at his response “You clearly don’t know her like I do and that’s- I mean it’s not a dig at you.”

Dominics nimble digits enclosed around her slim waist, grabbing it and ruffling up her tight red dress to pull her into him. My heart dropped into my stomach, feeling a sickness coming over me.

He doesn’t stop there, he’s nearing his face towards her neck and then by her ear. Sabine is startled by his actions “Dominic! What are you—“ he cuts her off “She’s trying to get a rise out of us Sabine. Can’t you tell? So let’s beat her at her own game.”

Any other time the sight of them would’ve weakened me at my knees but this time it angers me. I bite down on my teeth, seeing red in my eyes as I allow my vampiric visage to take over my human form.

If this is the route they were willing to go then so be it. I knew how much this night club meant to Sabine. I helped her set it up. The main thing she wanted was a safe place without violence…

Too bad it’ll be another promise I was breaking and she broke plenty.

I turn around, grabbing the first man I see. I tug his broad frame into me, forcing his head to the side as I tear inside his neck viscously.

“𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒏𝒂��𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔

𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅”

The woman sings through the speaker, her wording so ironic and fitting for every moment. What a perfect song choice, I thought as I’m tearing into him. His hands attempting to push me away.

Oh fear…

It’s settling into him and bringing the man great anxiety. His panic is settling in, I can hear it from how fast his heart thumps inside his chest.

“Alice?!” Caleb called me, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Stop it, Alice! Let him go!” What makes him think I’d listen? I continued to suck his crimson into the warm caverns of my mouth. His heart rate slows, body growing weak and almost limp. “God damn it, Alice! Let. Him. Go!” Caleb snapped at me, I rolled my eyes at him as I tear my fangs away from the mans neck.]

Fine. I’ll let him go.

[My lips spread into a smirk as I push the man. He stumbled back with very little strength, falling into the glass. The impact causing him to shatter it and fall right through. He was dead the moment he hit the floor with a hard splat that would only fall on vampiric ears.

His body dropped almost right in front of Dominic and Sabine who were surrounded by other humans.

The humans screamed, startled by what happened in front of them. They didn’t see me tearing into him but they did see him “drunkenly” stumble into the window and fall through.

I witness the hurt coming over Sabine, it’s all over her face. I caught her off guard. She would’ve never thought I’d go this far. Not with something she cared about.

Though she was no fool.

She suspected I changed along with every one else. She was wondering how much…

I was after power and revenge.

I wanted to take back what the people I had loved took from me and that being my strength.

If I hurt, so should they.

Regrettably I had not only hurt them. I hurt Caleb too in this cross fire. I brought him here carelessly as a pawn but I made him to understand me. He has no choice but to.

From the shared looks in Sabine and Dominic eyes I know they saw what I did for what it was.

An act of war

And I am far from done.]

[aroarachnid]

Hi my name is Hunter Wittebane Clawthorne Deamonne Noceda Jasper-Bloodwilliams and I have long blonde hair (that’s how I got my name) with brown streaks and a long strand that reaches my eyes and dark red eyes like spilled blood and a lot of people tell me I look like Caleb Wittebane (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Chief O'Bailey but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a grimwalker but my ears are long and pointed. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hexside in the Boiling Isles where I’m in the seventh year (I’m sixteen). I’m a golden guard (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly yellow. I love wolves and I sew them on all my clothes. For example today I was wearing a yellow corset with matching lace around it and a black leather trousers, brown gloves and brown combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hexside. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of witches stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

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Hey Molly

For Mollymauk Lives Fest Day Five: Resurrection AO3

The diamonds are heavy when they carry them in. Five years of scrimping and saving, of taking dangerous jobs because they paid so damn well, of taking low paying jobs just to make something instead of sitting around the Xorhaus moping, and it had all come to this. The table was draped with several blankets and pillows as they poured the diamonds out of the bags and into the center, spreading them out in a single layer. Jester was bouncing on the tips of her toes, biting her lip nervously. “Do you think we have enough?” she asked. Her hair had grown out in the last several years, though she had pulled all of it up into a high bun on the back of her head to keep it out of her way for this. There was a single strand of curled blue hair that dangled near her nose and she blew it away.

Her style had matured over the years, though her dress this day was still pink. It was less frilly and puffy and hung to the middle of her thighs. She’d ditched the corset and her old, green, short cloak but the Traveler still had a prominent place on the sash around her hips.

Caduceus was standing next to her with a large, kind hand on her shoulder. It had been a while since he’d come to visit them. The Grove was doing well now but Shady Creek was always a threat to the Wildmother’s expanding reach and influence in the area so he preferred not to leave Nila and her tribe alone there more than a few times a year, though he made a special trip out when they sent him a letter saying that they had finally acquired enough money. His hair was so long now it reached his still thin hips and was beautifully braided over his shoulder. He still wore the same armor but there were dents and cuts on it that told the story of his adventures. When he had left with them the very first time, the carapace had been spotless.

“I’m not the best at math, but Caleb has assured me that he has done the calculations. It will be enough.”

Fjord carried in the next bag and dumped it over onto the table, using his scarred, calloused hands to spread them out. He gave Jester a playful smile. “I’m surprised Veth hasn’t nicked any of it yet.” His real accent sounded smooth and Jester still felt a little thrill when she heard it, even after so long. His undercut had grown out to match the rest of his hair and there was only a bit more black than gray in it anymore. His usual armor had been put aside for today and he was wearing a loose gray tunic and black pants. The amulet around his neck had the Wildmother’s symbol carved into it, handmade by Caduceus for the Wildmother’s champion.

Veth kicked him in the back of the knee. Her dark brown hair was trimmed short with a shiny blue sapphire comb pushed through it. The comb had been a gift from Caleb after she’d been changed back into a halfling almost a year ago. She was wearing a handmade dress decorated with buttons and embroidery. Jester had helped her design it but she had sewn it all herself. “Dick!” she said, her three month old daughter in one arm and a small bag of diamonds in the other.

Fjord chuckled. “When Jessie’s first word is ‘Dick’ I’m gonna laugh so fucking hard.”

“So the fuck will I, what makes you so goddamn special?” Luc and Yeza were standing off to the side, leaning against each other and watching the scene with interest but not wanting to intrude on what was clearly a Mighty Nein moment. Veth handed off Jessie to Fjord so that she could climb up the step stool to dump the gems.

Fjord grinned at the baby and held her close, letting her hold onto his finger. “Hey there, little baby. Are you excited to meet-” he paused. “What will she call him? I’m Uncle Fjord, she’s Auntie Jester…”

Veth shrugged and held her arms out to take her child back. “He can pick. I get the feeling he’s not gonna like Uncle or Auntie. Those are too standard, he’ll want something more dramatic.”

They both looked up with Yasha stepped in the door of the war room, three bags of diamonds in her fists. Veth gave her a small smile and hurried over to stand beside her husband and clear the way. Fjord stepped around the table to stand beside Jester, gently pulling her close and kissing her hair. She looked up at him with a smile.

Yasha hesitated in the doorway, then stepped fully inside. “Beau has the last bag,” she said, sitting down two of the bags on the ground beside the table and dumping them out one by one. Her hair was fully black now, still braided in some places but mostly still loose around her shoulders. There was a scar, almost three years old now, across her left eye, leaving it milky white and difficult to see through.

When she had dumped out the last bag, Beau stepped into the doorway, a single bag tossed over her shoulder. “This it?” She asked, meeting everyone’s eyes one by one. She still routinely shaved her undercut but had grown out the hair on top of her head and it was braided down her back. Jester said it made her look like a storybook heroine. She didn’t wear blue anymore, not since the falling out with the Cobalt Soul and Dairon. She wore a dark green crop top and tan harem pants with jade on her wrists and neck and a gold ring in her nose.

Fjord nodded. “Caleb said there were ten bags, that’s nine empty bags over there. I think we’re ready once you pour out yours.”

She nodded and stepped towards the table, dumping out the last bag of diamonds. Veth and Yeza exchanged a silent glance and he nodded, kissing her cheek and taking their daughter. He lead Luc out of the room but the boy paused to kiss his mother’s cheek as well. She smiled, her eyes a little wet and whispered to him that she would see him at dinner.

After they left and Beau finished dumping her diamonds, Caleb stepped into the room. He paused in the doorway and took a deep breath, looking over the table and doing some math in his head. He nodded, confident that they had enough. His red-brown hair was about shoulder length and tied back at the nape of his neck. He was wearing a nice shirt and a leather vest. His pants were pressed and his shoes were shined. He only broke out this outfit on special occasions. None of them had seen it since Luc’s last birthday party. He had a silk scarf around his neck to half hide the slowly fading burn scar that crawled up his neck from under his shirt and ended just under his ear and behind the back of his jaw.

“You look very nice, Caleb,” Jester said, smiling kindly.

“You look fucking uncomfortable,” Beau said, smirking. “You sure you want him to wake up and think you still have that giant stick up your ass after all these years?”

Caleb flipped her off. He had become very free with that over the last several years. She secretly considered it a bonding moment every time. When he came up to the table she put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed. He sighed and laid his hand over hers to comfort her back. They had both been waiting for this moment since they’d seen their friend murdered five years ago. Everyone started forming a circle around the table, looking down at the pile of diamonds. Beau reached out to put a hand on Yasha’s arm. Her expression was stoic, but they knew her well enough to see how nervous and excited she was.

“Ready?” Fjord asked.

“As we will ever be,” muttered Caleb.

Beau grinned. “Let’s get the fucking show on the road.”

Caduceus held his hands out over the table. He closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath and, suddenly, the diamonds shattered. They started floating around in the air above the table like a collection of stars, glittering in the moonlight that shone in the Rosohna sky outside the window.

After a few more seconds of quiet muttering, the diamonds started to coalesce in the shape of a body. There was a pop and the diamonds disappeared, leaving a tattooed purple body on the table in their place. At first, no one breathed. No one shifted, no one spoke.

Then, red tiefling eyes blinked open and looked around at them in confusion, then recognition. He grinned tiredly with pointed teeth and the entire room let out the breath it’d been holding.

“Hey, Molly.”

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A Marriage of Convenience {Chapter Sixteen}

“Jester…”

Jester looked up from the drawer she was stealing medical supplies from. She paused and didn't move for a moment but the infirmary was empty. “Mr. Clay?” she called, looking around. No answer, so she turned back to filling up her bag.

“Dear Jester, over here…”

Jester spun around this time, just at the right moment to catch a flash of green disappearing out the open outside door. Had that been open an moment ago? “Hello?” She called, starting towards the door. “I’m not scared of you, come out!”

She walked out the back door and found herself staring at the back of a person dressed in a green cloak, their curly red hair falling down around their shoulders. “I didn’t mean to frighten you,” they said, not turning to face her.

She frowned. “You didn’t frighten me. The wedding doesn’t start until this afternoon, guests should go in the main door.”

Vibrant green eyes turned to look at her and her heart started pounding when she recognized them. “Hello, Jester.”

“T-... Traveler?”

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“I look like a dumbass.”

“Yes, dear, but what do you think of the dress?”

Beau fixed Mollymauk with a glare and he just grinned at her. “It’s fine.” She started doing knee highs and then did a few jumping jacks. “Easy to move in, no sleeves, lightweight… Perfect for a runaway bride.” The dress was her grandmother’s wedding dress. It was short enough that she wouldn’t trip over it when it was time to run but long enough to cover the fact that she was barefoot.

“Yeah? You wanna do some more exercises, to be sure?”

He was teasing her but she rolled backwards into a handstand. The dress fell down in front of her face to reveal the pants she was wearing underneath and her hand popped out of the tulle to flip him off. “Fuck you.” She lowered herself back down and started bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I just… I just have so much energy. I don’t know what to do with it. It’s really happening.”

“You know that you’re not actually getting married, right?”

“That’s not the part I’m excited about, you dick. That is literally going to be the worst part of this entire day. Let’s go over the checklist, make sure that everything is ready. You have your bag of holding.”

“Check.” He picked it up off the armchair by one of the handles and then let it fall down again.

“Do you know what signal you’re gonna do?”

“I have an idea.”

“Lay it on me.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “No, I think I’ll keep it a surprise.”

She frowned and put her hands on her hips. “I don’t like that. You have to tell me.”

“No, I don’t think I do. Just trust me-”

“I don’t trust you in the least.”

“-you’ll be able to see it and you’ll recognize it when it comes.”

She just sighed and turned back to the mirror, trying to find something to do with her hair that her mouth wouldn’t despise. “Fine. You know what, that’s the least of my worries. How’s Caleb doing?”

At that exact moment, the door to her bedroom opened with a bang and Nott strolled in, under a disguise spell. For a moment Beau had forgotten what she looked like today and had froze . “Caleb is freaking out.” Nott said as she walked in, shutting the door behind her and hoping up on the armchair next to the bag. “I had to come in here to get away from his nervous pacing.”

Molly started towards the door. “I’ll go talk him off the cliff.”

When they were alone, Beau continued the checklist. “Is Fjord ready? Have you spoken to Jester today?”

Nott nodded and kicked her feet idly. “She talked to him yesterday and he said that the Gentleman was providing a boat. When we get to the docks, look for a big green guy, I guess.”

She frowned. “I don’t like that he’s coming with us. I barely know the guy.”

Nott shrugged. “Jester trusts him.”

Beau sighed. “Yeah. I guess that’s good enough for me. Where’s Yasha?”

“Still hasn’t come back from her trip. Caduceus Sent her a message to let her know we were making a break for it but he didn’t hear back from her.”

Beau frowned. “Damn. Down one hand, that’s gonna make this harder. And you know your part?”

“Hide under the chair and steal the key from your father’s pocket when he takes his pants off.”

“No, you’re other part.”

“Uhhh…. Poison Franklin?”

Beau turned back to her with a glare. “Did you forget to do that?”

Nott hopped off the chair. “Nope. On an unrelated note, I’ll be right back.”

She was halfway out the door when Beau called her back. “Nott!” she called. “Don’t kill the guy, okay? Just enough to make him sick.”

“Well that takes all the fun out of it.”

And then she was alone. She turned back to the mirror and let out a nervous breath. “Okay…” she muttered to herself, pulling at the corset and scratching at her boob. “Okay, Beau, you can do this. This is what you’ve been working your whole life for. Freedom is just a few hours away. You’ve got this.” She wasn’t sure how long she was alone in her room with only her own thoughts until there was a knock on the door and she flinched. “Yeah?”

“Are you decent?”

She swallowed a lump in her throat. “Come on in, Father.”

The door opened and her father walked in, wearing his usual robes. “You look beautiful,” he said, walking up and gripping her elbow until she turned to face him. “Your grandmother would have loved to see you in her dress.”

“Why are you here?” she asked, staring into his cold, unfeeling eyes. “I know it’s not just to compliment me.”

He sighed. “Your mother seems to be under the impression that you’ve been… almost too willing to go through with this wedding.”

“I thought that this what what you both wanted? Make up your goddamn minds, do you want me to be obedient or rebellious?”

“That wasn’t a complaint. That was suspicion. I am here to warn you.”

“Threaten me you mean?”

He continued on like she hadn’t spoken. “If you do anything to jeopardize this marriage… if you so much as cough at the wrong time… I will make your remaining life here a living hell.”

“Will you? You won’t just kill me like you killed EJ?”

He squeezed her elbow painfully and then dropped it. Yeah, that was gonna bruise. “That was your fault. You shouldn’t have let him take the blame for your misdeed. Regardless, your punishment will not be as swift. You will live, Beauregard, but I will make you wish you were dead. Understood?”

She turned away and then met his eyes in the mirror. “Understood.”

“I’ll see you at the ceremony, Beauregard. Do not provoke me today.”

The door slammed shut behind him. She felt rage building in her chest and her breath started getting sharp and angry. When a cry full of years of hatred, she punched the mirror. It shattered, fracturing her reflection. She took a deep breath and looked down at her bleeding knuckles.

Meanwhile across the hall, Caleb looked up when Molly entered his room. He was wearing his usual clothes without his coat and his cat was rubbing around his ankles in circles. “Hey, how you feeling?” Molly asked, though he knew the answer by the look on his pale, freckled face. “You look like someone who could use a drink.”

“I can’t drink. I can’t drink anything, I can’t eat anything. I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

Molly picked up the wood board covered in cheese and grapes. “Okay, that’s your problem, there’s nothing on your stomach. Eat something, it’ll make you feel better. What’s got you so worked up?”

Caleb hesitated, but picked up a small block of muenster cheese, popping it into his mouth. “There are so many ways this could wrong. Everyone involved could be jailed or worse. And all for a book that may or may not even exist. Why is Beauregard doing this? She could leave at any time but she’s putting herself and everyone she cares about through this rigmarole, for- for what? Just to die before sunset?”

“She’s doing it for you, obviously.”

“Why though?”

“Because she cares about you. We all care about you, Caleb.”

“You shouldn’t.”

Molly shrugged. “Well, that’s not really your decision, is it? Now, stop this panicking, there will be time for that later. Let’s get you dressed. Hold on, have another piece of cheese.” He waited until Caleb had popped a second square of cheese in his mouth before he sat the wood board down. He walked over to the clothes laid out on Caleb’s bed, a loose white shirt with high waisted black pants and antique cufflinks. “You gonna want my help or will my being here just make it more difficult?”

Caleb scratched at his red cheek and stared at his cat. “I can dress myself. But I may need your help with my cufflinks in a few minutes.”

Molly nodded and started back towards the door. “I’ll be waiting outside. Call if you need me.”

Molly was only waiting a few moments before Caleb’s door opened once again and the wizard stepped out, holding out his loose cuffs towards his tiefling friend and handing him the cufflinks. “If you would?”

“Certainly.” Molly took this time to admire the way Caleb looked. His hair was pulled back out of his face in a ponytail. The hand held in his own was soft and smooth and the pants he was wearing… damn.

They were both startled out of their private thoughts when Beau’s bedroom door opened. They looked up as Sir Eston stepped out and Caleb’s back went painfully straight. “Sir,” he said, quietly.

He nodded in greeting. “Just checking in on my daughter.”

Whatever else he might have said as the door closed behind him was interrupted as a maid jogged up, bowing at the waist when Eston turned his eyes on her. “Beggin your pardon, Sir. Franklin seems to have come down with a sudden flu. He regrets to inform you that he will be incapacitated for the remainder of the day at the least.”

Sir Eston scowled. “Damnit. Very well, send a butler to assist me in my chambers.”

Molly snapped closed the second of Caleb’s cufflinks and then cleared his throat. “Could I be of help, Sir?”

Eston frowned at him and gave him a judgmental look up and down but nodded. “You’ll suffice. Follow me.” He started down towards the room he technically shared with Georgina. Molly and Caleb exchanged a quick glance.

“It’s go time,” he whispered, grinning as he turned and followed quickly.

Caleb waited until he was alone in the hall and then started to slowly walk towards Beau’s bedroom door. He startled when there was a crash from inside and pushed the door open. “Beau?” he asked, worriedly, to find her staring at her bloody knuckles. He walked over to her and gently took her hand.

She flinched and snatched it away. “Don’t-”

“It’s just me,” he said, holding his hand out towards her still.

She hesitated but let him start tending to her raw knuckles. “I wanted to punch him,” she whispered after a few minutes of silence.

“Just now? What did he say?”

“No. Not now. Before, when-” She cleared her throat. “When I imagined escaping. I always thought I’d go out with a bang, literally. But, if the plan goes the way it’s supposed to, I won’t get the chance.”

“Look on the bright side. Maybe the plan will go horribly wrong and punching him will be the last thing you ever do.”

She snorted. “That’s the spirit, Caleb. You’re such a ray of sunshine.”

The redheaded wizard sighed as he finished wrapping up her wound. “Molly just left with him. Everything is in motion now. There’s no going back.”

She nodded and flexed her bandaged hand. “Let’s tear this motherfucker to the ground.”