#he lived on the last floor if i’m not mistaken

[julietsbody]

ultraviolence

words : 2,261

tags : gun kink , fucked with a gun , predator / prey , reader has a prey kink , peacekeeper ! snow , light sadism , size difference , size kink , obsessive behavior , power play , creampies , orgasm delay / denial

a/n : idk what came over me whilst writing this im gonna be so honest…. semi inspired by Cherienymphe‘s “everybody knows that i’m a good girl, officer” fic!!! its so good

p.s : this is also posted on my ao3!!! ( divider by pommecita )

snow barely had any empathy for people, let alone any districts. he was a man who fell into poverty himself, but he got out of it, he was a capitol and he’s friends with those that come from the highest statuses. normally people felt pity for those in the districts, they scavenged for food, or proper clothing. not snow, he thought it was a game to watch them snatch up fresh bread and run like their lives depend on it. because it does, they survive, they live another day and satisfy their hungers, if they get caught, they’ll be dead in seconds— especially if coriolanus catches them. 

he liked the power he had, the fact that he could do almost anything he desired and get away with it because the districts had been committing a crime anyway, he just stopped them from doing it any more. he liked that they would cower underneath him, beg for their lives, he liked that he had the power to give them a simple warning, to let them off the hook, but he never did. 

not until now. 

he found himself chasing yet another bunny, heavy boots padding behind your thin, poorly made shoes. 

something about the adrenaline rushing through your veins had a heat developing in between your legs, like it was a primal reaction, an animalistic urge. he nearly noticed in the way your steps staggered, but that could be lack of spacial awareness, which he noted that you had. you were so busy running in straight lines you didn’t even bother to juke him or to hide. 

easy prey, aren’t you? 

he thought that at first, until your steps suddenly changed, turning to the right. 

and you had disappeared between the greens and tall trees, his wild eyes raced around the all too silent forest. he tuts, a low taunt, “where are you, bunny?” 

his voice came out sing - songy, having your breathing shake from the tree you hid behind, your thighs pressed together. 

how was a hunt so intimate, so sexual? 

“why are you hiding from me, bunny?” his voice is softer, as if he’s pouting. 

you hear his boots snap twigs with ease, crush leaves into fragile pieces, dip through mud. he was getting closer, like a wolf stalking it’s prey, like he knew where you hid. you tried to hold your breath, to keep yourself hidden, but it was no use. he rounded the corner, and you ran into a sprint again, nearly dropping the bread you had taken. 

if you hadn’t dropped it then, you were sure to now. 

his arms took you into a threatening hold, at first pushing you into a tree, then slamming you against the floor when you wriggled at his grasp. his panting breath, your fearful whines, the begging that sat on your tongue silently, it was as if sex had been happening even with your clothes on. your tears well with tears at being slammed on the hard ground, and he feels the fabric of his pants tighten at the sight. 

“please,” here comes the begging, music to his ears, “it’s my first time stealing, i’ve never done this before—“ 

“is that so?” his head cocks to the side, holding down your wriggling hands, “i’m sure i’ve seen you before, doll.” 

“you must be mistaken,” your puffy lips part, breath heaving as you try to pull away from him. 

it doesn’t work, he just simply holds you down, he easily could with one hand if he wanted to, “are you calling me a liar?” 

it was embarrassing, truly, being so turned on by the way his voice deepened with firmness, by the way he held you down with such ease, “of course not, i would never—“ 

“you just did, though,” his tone is biting, typically he doesn’t let conversations last this long, but something about you was different. his eyes catch on to the way your thighs are rubbing together, not in a way to try to free yourself from him, but where you crave friction. “my, my, what do we have here?” 

his hand taps against your thigh, pulling up the hem of your dress, his eyes land on yours, waiting for confirmation. 

you immediately nod, it’s so quick, impatient, he adores it. 

his long fingers lace around both of your wrists whilst the other pries your thighs apart, noticing the way fluids soil your panties. 

“how cute,” he observes out loud, allowing his hunger to show in the way he nearly rips your panties apart whilst harshly tugging the, down, watching how your legs immediately fall apart into a spread, panties hanging off your ankle for dear life. you were so desperate, you were willing to do this in the woods, present yourself to a peacekeeper just because you had gotten horny merely off a chase. 

his hand smoothes against your right inner thigh, feeling goosebumps form in prickles, and the way you shiver underneath each touch. his hand is large against your cunt, a single finger moving through it to feel the wetness, your hips immediately buck, desperate for more. 

his chuckle is soon silenced by his hand raising to his mouth, just so he can taste your slick. 

removing it with a pop, a curt smile tugs at his lips, sweet, like honey. 

his hand smoothes down your inner thigh again, and you realize he’s teasing you, “officer—“

his thumb is threateningly close to your cunt, “hm?” 

“touch me,” you breathe out, “please.” 

how funny is it that the last time you said please to him you were begging for your life? 

“like this?” his eyebrow quirks, pad of his thumb moving to swipe against your clit, your back arches ever so slightly. 

the whine that emits from you is far too loud for his liking, so he hushes you with gentle shhs, thumb rubbing slow circles on the bundle of nerves. 

“you don’t want people to hear us, hm?” he hums, “to find out you’re letting a peacekeeper touch you in such ways, truly scandalous.” 

he can imagine it being front page of the district newspaper, girl caught fucking peacekeeper in woods! 

your fingers twitch in his grasp, finding his movements far too slow, and he finds your movements and whines far too annoying. 

he moves to plunge a finger into your cunt, making your whines hush to whimpers, unintelligible words. 

“real impatient, aren’t you?” his finger moves slow at first, watching the way your hips move against it in response, “maybe i should just put you in your place.” 

he removes his finger, watching the way you desperately clench around nothing. his hand moves to grab his machine gun, which he had ditched as soon as he threw you to the floor, he finally releases your wrists, you have a chance to run if you wanted to, but you didn’t— because you didn’t want to run, because the fear that filled you when he aimed his gun at you had even more of your fluids escaping the oyster between your legs. 

he moves to cock it, taking it off the safety. 

“fully loaded,” he reminds you, but also seems to be reminding himself. 

he seems to believe you don’t believe him in the way you look up at him through glossy eyes, and he moves to aim his gun at a nearby tree, one to your right, directly behind you. and he shot, birds cawed as they flew away from the loud shots, he noticed how you flinched, immediately moving to the safety of his grasp, and he only smiled, how adorable that you find safety in the man who had enough power to kill you in seconds. 

he hushes your fears, not reassuring anything about your safety as he moves the gun tip your legs back apart, one of his hands leaving it as he wraps it around your wrists once more, holding you back down in a missionary position. the hand on his gun was less steady now, finger tight against the trigger, it had you biting your lip. he traces along your inner thigh with the tip of the gun, “you’re gonna be a good girl, right?” 

he watches you immediately nod, so eager, “yes, yes, officer.” 

his gun passes a trail down to your cunt, pressing against your clit, he could shoot right now, the finger on the trigger was so tight, so unsupported. he could slip once and shoot directly into you, something about that thrilled you more, made your hips buck against the gun, practically riding the weapon. he admires your desperation, the way your face twists with pleasure as you move against the cool material that built the gun. 

he eventually pulls the tip of the gun down, until it’s at your entrance. 

he watches your eyes widen as the metal dips inside of you, spreading you open with ease. 

your hands flail in his tight hold, “it hurts— officer, wait—“ 

“hm?” he pauses for a mere second, “sweet bunny, you can take it.” 

the pain soon subdues to pleasure as he begins moving the gun again, pumping it in and out of you and coating the black of the weapon with your milky slick. whimpers of pain soon become moans of pleasure, the tears that had built a gloss over your eyes dipping down your cheeks as your eyes close, hips bucking against the weapon. 

“easy, bunny, easy,” his voice is strained, like seeing you cry awakens something within him, when your hips stop moving against his gun he continues to pump it, faster this time, “good girl, gonna cum all over my gun?” 

you nod, more tears escaping as the thrill of your possible death and the pleasure from the weapon that may cause it becomes all too much. a deep groan vibrates from his chest at the sight of you crying, lips parting to continue, “that’s it, good, good.” 

it’s as if you crying is enough to have him reaching his climax already, as if seeing you cry felt like jerking off. 

the gun widens the more it goes into you, stretching you until you’ll be nothing but a gaping mess from his gun when he’s done. 

so filthy, to be easily stretched out by something that has killed many, how terribly cruel of you, to be cumming on it. 

and the man who had done it is merely watching, admiring you like this was an art gallery, and you were the center piece. he notices the way you near your orgasm, as your hips can’t help but grind down on the gun, moans escaping past your nearly bitten to bleeding lips. and you start calling out to him, “officer, officer, please— can i cum— please.” 

a mere plead, and if snow was a good man, he would say yes, but he wasn’t one. 

“no, bunny, you ran from me,” his finger slides against the trigger, staring at you with a new tint glossing over his eyes, “do you think you deserve to cum?” 

“yes, i need to, i want—“ your breath quickens, mindlessly grinding down onto the gun. 

“no,” he pulls the gun out, depraving you of every wish. he notices the way you whimper, thighs pressing together and rubbing in desire to form friction. there was none, and soon he was tossing his gun to the side, tugging his pants and boxers down ever so slightly to free his cock, then prying your legs apart once more. 

he carefully moves himself between your legs, his hand around your wrists finally freeing them, admiring the red ring he left from how tight his grip was. the same hand moved to fall against your throat, fingertips dipping in to your delicate skin as he guides his dick to your entrance, carefully pushing into you. he feels you tense underneath him at the feeling of him filling you once more, the length and girth enough to reach your intestines, you were sure of it. 

once he bottoms out, he notices the way a bulge appears at your pelvis, popping up against the skin then falling to a settle with each thrust. his other hand moves to your mouth, his fingers spreading your pillow lips apart, your salty taste pressing against your own tongue. 

“taste yourself, bunny, so sweet, hm?” he grunts with each thrust, practically manhandling you with each snap of his hips, fingers dipping down your throat. he watches your eyes roll back, mumbling pleas for the satisfaction of your orgasm to finally come, your bodily fluids sticking to his pelvis and his dick, your walls pulsed around him, drooling onto his cock. 

he nears his climax almost immediately, nose scrunching slightly, “cum, cum for me, sweet bunny.” 

“officer—“ your back arches off the earthy ground as you finally reach your climax, moans vibrating against his flesh and he continues to thrust, riding out your orgasm, overstimulating you until he’s practically fucking you dumb. eventually, he bottoms out, pumping you nearly full of his cum. he moves his hand from your mouth, sticky from your saliva, and takes your panties off your ankle, pulling out and plugging your hole with your own panties. just so you don’t lose any of his cum. 

“there, now you can walk around with my cum inside of you, how sweet.” he takes his hands off of you, moving to tuck his softening dick away and standing. 

he offers your limp body a wink, swiping up his gun, and following up with a, “don’t let me catch you again, doll.” 

[wenigstenshabeichesversucht]

You've made your bed, now lie in it

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x fem!Reader

Summary: 3 times you and Lockwood have to share a bed, and one time you want to share a bed.

Warnings: one bed trope, fake dating trope, fluff, only kissing, no smut, english is not my native language

Word Count: 3.9k

After a longer break I'm finally back. Enjoy!

The first time you and Lockwood, an insolent prick of a boss, had to share a bed, was comparable to a train wreck. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. This was how you felt, when you stared at the way too small bed in front of you. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. And even if you could, where did you want to look? At the face of your far too handsome boss, hell no! Or at the floor, which was so dirty, that you were sure, that nobody cleaned it for at least a year? No, not happening.

“I will not sleep on the floor”, you stated without removing your eyes from the bed.

“Me neither!”

Hearing his voice made you seethe.  Maybe he was your boss, but he wasn’t your friend. George and Lucy were your friends, but never him.

“You booked this flop house!”, you protested.

You had a mission two hours away from London, which required you to stay for two days. Luck wasn't on your side when Lucy and George got sick four days ago, leaving only you and Lockwood to drive up here.

“But I’m the boss, so I will not sleep on the floor.”

What would you give for the opportunity to get rid of him right now? But you were too tired to kill him, you just wanted to sleep.

“Fine, then we will share”, you bit out, ready to bite off his head.  

“Fine”, he shouted back, but if you weren't mistaken, his voice sounded a bit hoarse.

Far too late, you realize what you had agreed on. You wanted to curse, but you kept your mouth shut. It was far too late to back down. He would never let you live that down. So, you had no chance. Turning your back on him, you went to your bag and took off your sweater.

“What are you doing”, the panic in his voice brought a smile to your lips.

“Getting ready for bed, what else does it look like?”

Not wanting to give the poor boy a heart attack, you put on a shirt, before unclasping your bra. Behind you, you could hear Lockwood taking a sharp breath. But you couldn’t care less. Never would you put yourself through a painful night in a bra. Opening the button of your jeans was the last straw.

“I’m going to the bathroom”, rushing past you, Lockwood loudly slammed the door shut behind him. You couldn’t help but smile, maybe you had to share a bed, but you totally won this round.

When you left the bathroom, after brushing your teeth, your eyes almost popped out of your head when you saw your boss, who had already made himself comfortable on the bed.

“Where is your shirt?”

Was this his revenge for the bra? Would the entire night be psychological warfare? Not that you weren’t ready. You were ready since you stepped your first foot into Portland Row and realized, that your new boss was a jerk.

“I always sleep like this.”

Your eyes narrowed, not sure if that was a lie or the truth.

“Don’t come crying to me, if you’re too cold this night.” With these words, you slipped into bed next to him.

“I will not be cold”, he protested, and you doubted it. The room was fucking cold, you weren’t even sure if the heater was working. But you were too tired to argue with Lockwood about this, what didn’t mean, that you weren’t ready to tell him “I told you so”, when he would admit it.

“Touch me and I will kill you”, you threatened before turning off the light. Next to you, Lockwood let out a humorless laugh, which shacked the whole bed.

“Trust me, I have the same desire to touch you as I do to touch a ghost.”

“Great, we sorted that out“, you snapped back, unable to let him have the last word.

For a moment there was only silence, broken only by rustling as you both tried to find a comfortable sleeping position. Which was harder than it sounded like. The bed was way too small, and you would rather die than to cuddle with Anthony fucking Lockwood. His body was only inches away from yours, and you could feel the heat he was radiating.

“Stop hogging the blanket”, hissed Lockwood, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Maybe you wouldn’t need it, if you would wear a shirt like a normal person”, you spew back.

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck me yourself, you coward”, you didn’t know what was coming over you. You didn't know what made you say those words, but in the future, you would blame it on being tired.

Lockwood didn't need to be told twice. Hungrily, his lips crashed against yours and with all your anger you kissed him back, while clawing your nails in his naked shoulder. This wasn’t how you had imagined your first kiss with Lockwood. You always thought it would be sweet and slow, not raw and angry.

“I hate you so much”, you whispered against his lips, and Lockwood let out a chuckle.

“Believe me, I hate you more.”

You woke up to the sunbeams dancing on your nose. It was much warmer, than the night before, maybe the heater, had started to work overnight. This thought vanished, when you realized, that the heat was coming from your pillow, or better speaking the body you used as pillow. Suppressing a scream, you hastily tried to get away, only to back up a little too far and therefore to fall out of the small bed. You came up with a hard thud that woke up Lockwood.

“Y/N?”, sleepily Lockwood looked over the edge of the bed, and you suddenly remembered what you had done last night. A blushed creeped up your face, while you thought about the kisses you shared. At least you stopped, before it escalated. You could never forgive yourself and your morals if you had slept with Anthony Lockwood, you hated this arrogant prick.

“Are you in such a hurry to get away from me?”, running his finger through his swoon worthy hair, he gave you one of those arrogant smiles you hated so much. Seeing this, you wanted to wrap your fingers around his neck and just squeeze. But you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of saying that you were throwing yourself at him. So, you just glared up at him.

“Yes, I want to get as far as possible away from you, and I think we'd be doing both of us a favor if we forgot what happened last night and never talked about it again.”

For a moment, Lockwood looked at you with an expression you couldn't quite put your finger on. It wasn't pure hate, at least not just.

“Last night was a mistake.”

Even if it was your idea to forget everything about last night, it hurt to hear him calling it a mistake. However, you would never give him the satisfaction of showing him that.

“At least we agree on one thing.”

The second time you and Lockwood shared a bed was nothing more than a mistake. It was shortly before Christmas, Lucy already left Portland Row to take a train to one of her sisters and George was already by his family. You had the choice between spending Christmas with your family or with Lockwood at Portland Row. It was like choosing between Scylla and Charybdis. But before you could make up your mind, Lockwood felt ill, and you weren’t the heartless bitch, he made you out to be. You didn’t want him to die, even if you often said it. But you needed this job and without Lockwood there wasn’t an agency. Therefore, you decided to stay and care about him, so he didn’t catch a pneumonia and died a painful dead, even if he deserved it.

It was all going as well as you could expect it. Lockwood was too ill to fight with you, and you only wished for his dead once or twice a day, so far less than normal. Everything was going well, till you started to fell sick. Of course, this idiot couldn’t keep his germs to himself.

You were shacking from the cold you couldn’t escape, as you went up to his room, to bring him his dinner. Normally you tried to do this as fast as possible, in and out, before he even had the chance to say anything to you. So, you didn’t have to see him longer than needed, and he didn’t have to see you longer than needed. Nothing had changed since the night you shared a bed and kisses. You still hated each other with burning passion. But this time as you stepped foot into enemy territory, aka Lockwood’s room, you realized that this was right now the warmest room in the whole house. Setting down the tray, you carefully took a seat on the only free space in his room, the edge of his bed. You wouldn’t stay long, you told yourself. Just long enough to drive the cold from your bones.

“You’re looking worse than usual, I didn’t know it was possible”, Lockwood’s annoying voice, broke your peace.

“Says the person who looks like a walking corpse”, you bite back.

“You got sick.”

“No, I’m fine.”

You didn't know who you were trying to convince with this lie. Anyone with eyes in their head could see that you weren't feeling well. However, Lockwood was too exhausted to argue with you. He just started to eat his dinner, while you closed your eyes to find the strength to stand up and leave this warm behind you.

The next time you opened your eyes, you weren’t sitting on the edge of Lockwood’s bed, you were lying in it. You weren’t sure, how it happened, but you were sure it was just an honest mistake, which could happen to everyone. Feeling too sick to panic, all you could just concentrate on was that you were finally warm. You managed to successfully ignore Lockwood's arm over your hip and his steady breathing on your neck. This was a problem you would deal with when you felt not like dying any minute. Closing your eyes for a second time, you drifted away.                 

The first thing you realized, when you woke up the next morning was, that Lockwood’s warm was missing. He had sneaked out of his own bed, while you were still sleeping. So, this was the perfect chance for you to sneak away to not have to face Lockwood after accidentally falling asleep in his bed. But you couldn’t muster the strength to move. You could just lay there and wait for your doom, aka that Lockwood returned.

It didn’t take long for him to come back. In his hands, he held the tray you used the last days to bring him food.

“I brought you breakfast”, giving you the tray, he got in the bed beside you. If someone had told you, that you would spend Christmas eating breakfast with Lockwood in his bed, you would have laughed and called the person delusional. But here you were. Neither of you had the energy to argue, so you both just ate in silence.

“You should try to get more rest”, Lockwood told you, after both of you finished eating, and he was right, not that you would ever say this out loud.

“You too, you still look like shit”, maybe he was a little bit fitter than you, but he was worlds away from being healthy.

“Fine”, he bit back, another sign, that he was everything but healthy. Normally he would have said something mean in response, but he just laid down beside you. For a moment, nobody said something. Then you shuffled a little bit in his direction, attracted by the warmth he radiated. He acknowledged this with raised eyebrows.

“I’m just cold, don't imagine anything about it.”

“I would never!”

The rest of the holidays you spent together in his bed. It was a surprise for both of you, that at the end, when you both felt better, no one had torn off the other’s head.

When Lucy and George came back and asked how your holidays were, you both just shrugged. What really happened was probably a secret that you both would take to your grave. You quickly found back in your everyday life of hating each other, and it was almost as if none of this had ever happened. But only almost.

The third time you had to share a bed with Lockwood would have been avoidable if Lucy had been a little bit more cooperative.

Lockwood and Co. had a new, very lucrative case. You were hired to secure a very dangerous source. The catch was, that the owner was one of those weirdos who was a little too enthusiastic about the occult. He was planning a two-day seance with an overnight stay at his manor, and your client had managed to get you an invitation. The only problem was that the invitation was for one guest and a plus-one. There was no question that Lockwood would go. But your team couldn't agree on who would accompany him. George wasn’t an option, that would bring too much attention. That only left you and Lucy.

“We all know that I’m a bad liar, nobody would believe me, that I’m Lockwood’s girlfriend”, Lucy stated. Normally you loved Lucy, she was your best friend. But right now, you could have punched her.

“As if anyone would think I was dating Lockwood”, you countered and directed to the asshole himself, you said: “I would never date someone like you.”

“And I would never date someone like you”, he fired back, and you didn’t have to look at Lucy and George to see them rolling their eyes, like always when Lockwood and you decided to argue.

“With the sexual tension between you, no one will doubt that you are dating”, Lucy butted in and could be glad, that looks didn’t kill otherwise she would be six feet under.

“There is no sexual tension, only hate”, you argued hotly.

You would never admit that there was maybe sexual tension, because if you would, you would think about it, you would think about the kisses in this one fatal night and that was a way, you didn’t want to go. Because if you would go down this path, there was no return to normal. Therefore, it was way easier to tell yourself and anybody else, that you hated Anthony J. Lockwood with burning passion.

“But Lucy is right, Y/N should join Lockwood”, George the little backstabber joined Lucy’s side. Knowing when a fight was lost, you ran your hand over your face.

“This can only go wrong.”

You should be right.  You weren’t even an hour at the manor, and you hated everything. The weirdos got on your nerves with their own stupidity. Lockwood's arm had been around your waist for almost 43 minutes, and you wanted nothing more than to rip it off and hit him with it to dead. Yeah, you were everything than happy. I didn’t help, that Lockwood had decided that fake girlfriend wasn’t fancy enough and had given you an engagement ring before he introduced you to everyone as his fiancée. You were dead and in hell, otherwise you couldn’t explain, how you landed in this situation. At least the ring was pretty.

“We should sneak away and look for the source”, you whispered, only loud enough for him barely to hear you. Slowly, Lockwood nodded to let you know that he heard you. Calculating, he let his gaze wander about the other people in the room, probably to find the best way to disappear unnoticed.

“We should kiss”, he said after a moment, and somehow managed to seem totally serious.

“What?”, you almost choked from sheer surprise.

“If we make out, no one will be surprised if we disappear, everyone will just think that we were looking for a quiet corner to have a little fun.”

Hearing this, you grimaced. But he wasn’t wrong. Nobody would think much about you sneaking off when you first put on a show. Without a verbal response, you grabbed Lockwood by his tie and pulled him down to your height. Hungrily, you caught his lips with yours. Lockwood didn’t waste any time and pulled your body against his. Eagerly his hands roamed over your body, and you had the feeling, that this meant a little bit more to both of you, than just a show for a case. Not that you would ever admit it.

When your lungs were screaming for air, you reluctantly broke the kiss.

“You’re actually a really good kisser”, Lockwood smiled down at you, and it felt like your stomach was riding a rollercoaster.

“You’re actually very average”, you lied like the liar you were. But the truth was, there was nothing you would like more than to kiss him again.

“Like, you have kissed so many guys to know what average is. Feel free to admit it, I’m a good kisser.”

Seeing his arrogant smile, you just rolled your eyes.

“Let’s go, so we didn’t kiss for nothing!”

Together you walked through the manor, till you found the library, your first guess for the location of the source. You just started to look around when you heard steps coming in your direction. Before you could find a good hiding space, the door opened and nobody else than the owner of the manor, the weirdo you wanted to steal from, was standing there.

“Miss, did you get lost? The library is not open for the guest”, he told you, and you tried your best innocent smile. But Lockwood appeared beside you before you could try to lie your way out of it.

“I’m so sorry, Sir. My fiancée and I were just trying to find a quiet room”, he gave the owner his best Lockwood smile, while his arms found again his way around your hip.

“Then I would suggest trying the bedroom assigned to you.”

Under his caution eyes, you and Lockwood walked out of the library.

“I saw the source”, Lockwood whispered in your ear, at the moment the door closed behind you.

“Did you take it?”

“No, didn’t have the chance, but we can do it tomorrow, right now we should return to our bedroom, or do you want to socialize a little bit more with the other guest?” Hell no!

“Let’s go.”

Of course, your bedroom had only one bed. At least it was big. You and Lockwood could both sleep in it without touching each other. Without saying much and more important without arguing, you both got ready for bed. Of course, Lockwood decided against wearing a shirt.

“I hope one night you will freeze to death”, you mumbled while slipping under the blanket.

“I’m too hot for this and considering how you always cuddle up to me at night, you know it too.”

Rarely, you were lost for words, but this was one of these moments.

“Keep dreaming, Lockwood”, you shot back, but both of you knew that this was a lame response. As a reaction, Lockwood just gave you a cocky grin.

“We'll see that tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, we will.”

You firmly resolved to keep a lot of distance from Lockwood and his tempting warmth that night.

But waking up the next morning, you realized that you could even break the best resolutions. Like this one. Lockwood was like a mobile heater, and that was too tempting for you when you were sleeping. This night was no difference. As you had been asleep, you had cuddled yourself in Lockwood’s side, and he had draped an arm around you, to pull you even further against him.

With a bright red face, you tried to free yourself from his hug. But your movement woke him up.

“Look like I was right, I’m hot, and you know it”, sleepy, he smiled up at you.

Torn back and forth, you closed and opened your mouth. You weren’t sure if you should kiss him or choke him till he died. You did neither.

“Or maybe you are just so touch starved that you can’t help but hold me in your sleep”, you countered.

“Maybe, but who could blame me?”

Too stunned to speak, you just stared at him. Was he flirting with you? Or were you just hallucinating? It must be the second. Maybe you were still dreaming.

“It feels really nice to hold you in my arms.”

“But aren’t we hating each other?”, a bit overwhelmed, you ran your hand through your hair. You were here to steal a source, not to talk abut feeling with Lockwood, you weren’t prepared for this.

“I never hated you, and I think you also don’t hate me.”

That was a bold statement, but maybe it was the truth. You weren’t sure what you felt for Lockwood. He had been an asshole to you from day one. And you hadn’t been better. Since the beginning, he had something that you just wanted to kiss or kill him. Because you were an insecure mess, you had decided to be mean to him rather than get hurt by him.

“But why were you such an asshole?”, you asked, curious.

“Because you let me something feel, I don’t like. In your presence, I feel so giddy and nervous, not like the agency head I should be.”

“We are such idiots. You are an idiot, but maybe I’m the biggest idiot of all. Seeing your face let me feel stronger emotions than I ever felt before, and I’m not sure if I want to kill or kiss you for it.”

“Then kiss me.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You kissed him like you always wanted to be kissed, like nothing in the world mattered to you beside him. And maybe this was true, the first thing you thought about was normally him and the last thing which crossed your mind before falling asleep was his dorky smile. You loved him, and you were an idiot, that it took you so long to realize it.  

The first time you wanted to share a bed with Lockwood was after you and him returned successfully from your mission. You stole the source without getting caught, and after you told Lucy and George how you did it, you were sitting in the living room. Lucy and George already went to bed and you both were peacefully silent. The only sound was the cracking of the logs in the fireplace, while Lockwood played softly with your hand in his. You were still wearing the ring he had given you. You had wanted to give it back to him, but he insisted that you keep it.

“Do you need a personal heater this night?”, Lockwood broke the silence, and you gave him a bashful smile.

“Maybe?”

“Are my eyes deceiving me or is that a smile, my love?”

“Oh, shut up.”

You were still laughing when Lockwood pulled you up from the sofa. Hand in hand, you walked up the stairs to his bedroom and for the first time in your life, you wanted to share a bed with him. So, this was what you did. Slipping under the blanked with him, you let him pull yourself in his arms. With your head laying on his naked chest and a happy smile, you slowly drifted away.      

[thesturniolos]

glass ornaments

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merry christmas my sweet babies ! 🎄

here’s my present to you:

more specifically, @freshlovehacker 🎁♡

summary: wholesome tooth-rotting fluff all about decorating the tree and just chris being chris, 1st and 3rd person.

warnings: none!

tags: @sturniolosluvv @sturnsblunt @chrisdevora @sosmatt @kirby0strombolli @stvrni0lo @floofparker @vqnillasturns @slut4chris @chrisolivia4l @silverlakee @freshlovehacker@plasticferal @chrisenthusiast @chrisluvbot @bluesturniolo333 @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @mattscokewhore @iheartchrissturniolo @zooweemamas @sturniolotripletsarehot @mcttsturn @bernardsleftbootycheek @sturnsworld @qwertytit @putyoursemenonme @recklesssturniolo @silly-sturniolos @klarasmith @sturnvilmed @delusionalsturniologirl @thy-mission

christmas is notoriously the best time of the year, we all know this. twinkling lights, cold weather paired with cozy clothes, snowflakes, giving and receiving presents, ice skating, christmas markets, the mad panic in the stores, a long table on christmas day, the unison of families all around the world.

but the best thing of all? the build up. hanging the glass ornaments on the smallest branches of a christmas tree, praying they don’t fall and break. music from the radio plays in the background and people find themselves dancing around the tree to the beat of the song, smiling and soaking up the festivities.

and that was exactly what was happening at a certain person’s house on a cold evening in december.

snow lingered in the air and fell quietly onto the pavement, children squeezing their hands together praying for it to lay.

but in one specific house, an adult, who could be mistaken as a child for his immature ways, pressed his hands together wishing for his cookies to be a golden brown this year, for every holiday he found himself fanning the smoke out of the kitchen.

“i’ve got a good feeling about this one”

“we’d hope so- i don’t feel like having to apologise to the fire brigade again”

the couple stand in the kitchen, the girl holds a plate, ready for the cookies, whereas the boy finds himself wrapped up in a very messy apron.

“okay, i’m going in.” he scoops down and opens the oven door causing a smile to spread across his face as he reveals perfectly baked cookies.

“it worked! it actually worked!” i smile back at him and grab the tray from him so that in all the excitement he doesn’t accidentally burn himself, yes it has happened before.

“well done, baby. i told you you could do it, perhaps this year is your special year!”

“now we have the cookies we can get started on the tree, come on!” chris grabs my hand and pulls me slightly towards the living room.

“you’re not gonna decorate them?”

“we can do that laterrrr, i wanna decorate the tree not the cookies!”

i feel a tug on my hand again and this time it pulls my feet off the floor towards the pine tree.

we had just cut it down today, chris’ face was priceless, i don’t think i’ve ever seen him so happy. he left thanking me and repeating that it’s our first christmas together as a couple and he couldn’t be happier.

just last year, the two had been best friends, childhood best friends even, practically inseparable since birth and painfully in love for everybody to see.

and now they’re here, just as in love with a picture perfect house and everything they could possibly want.

“we need to get more ornaments, we haven’t got enough”

“we’ll have enough chris, we have tinsel and lights to put on as well. it doesn’t have to be full-“

“we need to go to target and get more.”

“chris, we do not need to go and get more. we’ve spent 350 already, do you want to pay the bills this month?”

he frowns at my response and crosses his arms, looking at the bare tree with one singular bauble hanging from a branch.

“we’ve not even started on it yet and you’re already sulking, come on you big baby.” i pull him up from the couch and pass him a plastic ornament.

he carefully places it near the top and looks back at me for approval. i nod and grab another for him.

before they knew it, the tree had been nearly fully decorated and much to chris’ complaints, the tree had barely any space left for any more ornaments or tinsel. although in saying that, a lot of the tinsel ended up wrapped around his neck and being whipped through the air as they paraded about to the songs.

“are we done? can we turn the lights on now?”

“you’ve forgotten the star, it’s the most important part of the tree.”

he jumps to grab it from my hands and balances on the side of the couch to reach and pushed it down onto the top of the branch before leaning back and jumping down excitedly.

“you can turn the lights on now.” i smile at him and he runs over to the outlet to illuminate the tree.

a festival of warm lights shine across our room and i find myself watching chris rather than the tree.

his reaction was enough to make my heart ache and as he turns to face me, i quickly link my arms around his neck.

“do you like it?” i ask, knowing he did most of the work and the result meant the most to him.

“i love it.” he looks back towards the tree and then reverts back to my hand where he brushes his thumb over the ring he gave me not long ago.

this was a moment the pair had been waiting for for a long time and it felt like a dream to them. for everyone else it may seem like a normal day in december but this was a memory that they had been wishing for, every night in the year from the age of 10.

i lean in to press my lips against his and he smiles into the kiss. his lips are warm and welcoming as his arm slides across my waist pulling me in closer, lifting me in the air slightly.

“i love you” he says, pulling away and looking me in the eyes.

“i love you too, chris.”

[moog-rt]

GO TO HELL [ch. 5]

[Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader]

Previous: Chapter Four

➨ Chapter Five

Next: Coming Soon...

Premise:

You love your friends. You really do. But sometimes it needs reminding when one of them accidentally sends you to Hell.

Despite falling into the hands of Hell’s loveliest princess, finding a way back to the world of the living proves difficult as you tiptoe around its king.

A/N: Hold onto your britches, this chapter is chock-full of our Big Boss of Hell! Also, my sincerest apologies for the slight cliffhanger last chapter. Fingers crossed it doesn’t happen again!

If you'd prefer to read on Ao3, here is the link:

Otherwise, enjoy!

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CHAPTER FIVE

You didn’t dare take your eyes off of him.

The man took a step forward and you promptly launched a ladle at him, backpedaling behind the couch as he dodged it. You huffed when it only missed by a hair.

A plethora of household items were strewn about the hardwood floors of the foyer. Books, spray bottles, spoons (you broke into the crate containing the unpacked kitchenware in search of more ammo), etc. were scattered further and further away from their original home as you used them as a way of keeping him a safe distance from you.

“Please, put the skillet down,” he said, inching closer and closer to you, hands outstretched.

If he thought he could trick you into giving up your only form of defense, he was sorely mistaken.

“Stay back!” you hissed, grabbing a wrought iron skillet you had chucked at him earlier. He could try all he wanted to get at you, eat you, skin you, auction you off on the black market… You simply refused to let him have you without a fight.

“I’m not—” He was taking another step towards you but paused as you readied your weapon. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

You eyed him for a moment before taking a long, deep breath. Seeing that as a sign that you were trying to settle down, he carefully came closer.

Thunk!

A single swing of the skillet sent him toppling over.

He may have been your newfound friend’s father, but you were not going to roll over and show your belly in the face of potential danger. Being a parent did not make a person automatically worthy of your trust.

“Okay,” he said in a pained tone, slowly sitting up with a slight sway to him. “That’s fine...”

He crawled onto the couch, slouching over and cradling his head where you had made contact. Without lowering your weapon, you put yourself on the other side of the couch, standing at the arm and watching him very carefully.

The two of you remained silent as he rubbed at his growing welt.

It was awkward…

Why were you actually starting to feel bad about defending yourself? The guy had jump scared you and wouldn’t leave you the fuck alone when you were clearly panicked. He just kept following you, insistent on getting you to calm down but giving you no good reason to.

Honestly, what kind of logic was that? That’s like pelting beach balls at a child with a crippling fear of spherical objects and expecting them not to flinch just because you said it won’t hurt them.

If he wanted you to feel less threatened, he could have just planted his ass on the ground and waited for you to come to him like a stray cat.

“You weren’t supposed to arrive until this afternoon,” you stated.

“Right…um,” he said, looking off to the side, “You know, I just didn’t have much planned this morning, and it worked a bit better for me to come earlier—”

“Charlie told you she wouldn’t be here.” Your eyes narrowed. You knew he was making shit up, and you wanted him to know that you knew. If he wanted to beat around the bush, you would be delighted to become more proficient with the skillet.

“Right again!” The hand that cradled the side of his head moved to rub at his eyes as he sighed. After retracting his hand, he turned to face you, propping an elbow on the backrest of the couch. His eyes ran up and down your body, fully taking you in without your costume, which caused you to shift uncomfortably. Whether or not you were recognizable to him as the ‘demon’ he had already met was still to be determined. “You’re an odd duck, you know that?”

You shot him an incredulous look.

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” he said, jerking his head in your direction. “Showing up all caked in makeup or paint or whatever it is you people wear nowadays. You and Charlie were being painfully suspicious!”

“So, you decided to sneak in when you knew she would be away? To snoop?” you asked, putting a hand on your hip. “You know that’s breaking and entering, right?”

“I am her father,” he scoffed.

“And that makes it okay? If I called to tell her you let yourself in, you think she’d be fine with it?”

“You’re going to snitch?!” his voice went a pitch higher, and he scooted to the edge of his seat.

You took a step back, tightening your grip on the skillet.

“Maybe.”

You had no way of ‘snitching’ on him to Charlie. Your phone was fried, and even then, you weren’t too sure that your provider would have coverage in Hell. And to top it off, you didn’t even have her number…but he didn’t need to know that.

He rolled his eyes, grumbling something to himself as he crossed his arms.

“Why didn’t she just tell me you were human?” he asked no one in particular, throwing his arms out. “That is what you are, correct? In all my years, I have never seen a sinner nor hellborn look as human as you do.”

“Yeah, well…Charlie thought you might freak out if you knew,” you said.

He looked taken aback by that explanation before beginning to sputter.

“Freak—freak out? Because you’re human? I married a human. Her mother was a human!” His hands were waving around as he gestured along with his words.

“We didn’t really want to take any chances…” you said slowly, head tilted away but eyes still locked onto him. “The last time a demon saw me, I was nearly torn to shreds…or eaten alive… I’m not sure exactly what they had planned for me, but it didn’t seem like it’d be pleasant.”

“No, I can’t imagine it would be,” he sighed as he straightened out his hair.

This guy didn’t give two shits, did he?

He snapped his fingers and, with a plume of sparkling smoke, his top hat appeared in his hands. It had previously been about ten feet away on the floor from when you had knocked him upside the head. 

“Now just how did you stumble into Hell without the minimum requirement of death?” he asked as he brushed invisible dirt from his hat before placing it back on with a few adjustments.

“That’s a great question,” you said with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I’ve got a friend who thought it would be a good idea to try to summon a demon. Obviously, they screwed up, ‘cause it sent me here instead.”

He cackled, and you stood there with a blank expression, cheeks growing hot. Why you were feeling embarrassed over something you had no control over, you weren’t sure.

Well, come to think of it, you did have a bit of control over whether or not Devon had the essential, hard-to-acquire ingredient needed to make the whole thing happen in the first place. Maybe it was karmic justice for your pulling unethical shenanigans in the workplace.

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, so they say,” he said, shooting you a shit-eating grin.

You rolled your eyes and turned to walk away. 

“No, wait–don’t leave!”

You ignored him. Since he was there, you might as well give him his shit back. You would have preferred it to be under different circumstances, such as those where you still had your disguise as a buffer or Charlie returning them in your place (because you’d be back home safe and sound). 

But there was no better time than the present, so they say.

You put down the skillet and grabbed the stack of books by the front reception area where you left them after being thoroughly disappointed by their contents. It appeared that Charlie’s father followed you over, as you turned around to find him looking over your shoulder to see what you picked up.

Lord have mercy on your heart.

“Okay, you have to stop that!” you scolded, taking a quick step back.

“Stop what?” he asked with a look of pure innocence.

“Popping up behind me and shit! Somebody needs to put a bell on you or something. Every time you show up out of nowhere, it gives me a goddamn heart attack,” you said, shoving the stack of books into his arms. “Here.”

“What–”

“The books you lent me. We were hoping to find something that could help me get back home but they’re all kinda…not helpful for that,” you explained, toying with a strand of your hair.

“That’s why you and Charlie were there?” he said, looking down at the books with an unreadable expression.

“Well…yes.” You tilted your head. “She thought that’d be the best place to look.”

He sighed before tossing the books up just for all of them to vanish into thin air. You blinked in surprise.

He must have been a magician when he was alive.

“I don’t understand why she didn’t just ask me,” he stressed, throwing a hand up. “I mean, I’m her dad. You’d think it would be instinctual for her!”

“She probably wasn’t sure how you’d react,” you said, looking off to the side. This felt like it could easily spiral into a family therapy session, and even if you were qualified, you did not sign up for that.

“I just have to prove myself to her!” he said in a determined tone, throwing an arm over your shoulder to walk you back over to the couch, “I’ll get you home lickety-split!”

You stiffened at the unexpected contact but conceded to his will, nonetheless.

“Like, now? I could be home today?” you asked, eyes alight with hope.

“Ah…I don’t now about that. It’s been quite a while since I’ve gone to Earth so my skills may be a little rusty, but it won’t take me too long to brush up on them,” he explained as he plopped you both down on the couch. “I’ll have a portal open and ready for you to hop through in no time!”

“It–It’s that easy for you?” you asked, aghast. If Charlie knew he could do that all along, she should have just bit the bullet and asked him. Daddy issues be damned!

“Hah! I used to be able to do it with my eyes closed!” He leaned into you as he emphasized his words. “Usually, I’d charge a sacrifice or something of the sort, but you’re no sinner. You shouldn’t have to be subjected to this hellscape until you’ve earned it.”

“That’s–uh–very kind of you,” you said, smiling and nodding along whilst looking longingly at the front door of the hotel. It was generous of him to offer his services to your cause, but a social buffer would be appreciated considering your circumstances. You hoped Charlie and Vaggie returned soon.

The man continued to converse with you on the sofa for the next hour, and slowly, you felt your anxiety begin to fade. He turned out to be quite the chatterbox, and his commentary was mostly light-hearted and humorous.

 Occasionally, he would stand up to poke around the entryway, commenting on anything that wasn’t quite up to his standards. That left you to come to your hostess’ defense whenever you could. After all, the hotel wasn’t technically up and running yet seeing as you weren’t an actual guest and Angel had yet to move in.

After getting all the parental nosiness out of his system, he settled back down beside you and began asking you about your life on Earth. You had to tell him again what you did for work–he apparently wasn’t paying attention the first time–and what all went into it.

The conversation jumped from topic to topic but left little room for you to ask much about him. His interest in Earth and humanity’s accomplishments was overwhelming.

When Charlie and Vaggie finally returned, they were greeted by the sight of the two of you chatting away and sipping on tea, which had been manifested out of thin air. You were highly skeptical of it at first but had decided to drink so as not to spite the one person who could get you back to Earth. You were pleasantly surprised by its flavor and relieved that it didn’t appear to be poisoned or drugged.

“Hey, Dad…” Charlie drawled as she walked up to the couch. It was clear that she was surprised he had beaten them home. “I thought you were going to come, like, an hour from now.”

“I had some free time this morning, so I decided to swing by a little earlier,” he said after standing up to nudge his shoulder into her, “Can’t put a price tag on extra time with my darling daughter.”

“Right…” Charlie said with a strained smile, looking off to the side where her eyes landed on Vaggie. She perked up and pranced over to her side, grabbing her hand to introduce her.

Her dad was ecstatic over getting to meet her girlfriend. You thought he was overbearing when you met him, but that was dwarfed in comparison. He was even more touchy and fumbling over his words.

Vaggie did her best to be polite.

“Haha…so–uh, have you been given a tour of the hotel yet?” Charlie asked, glancing over at you.

“I poked around this area a bit–-didn’t want to intrude too much,” her father chuckled with his hands propped up on his apple staff.

“I thought it would be better to leave that to you,” you said as you stood up to join the group, teacup in hand, “I still struggle to find my way around.”

The night prior, Vaggie had caught you wandering aimlessly on the fourth floor after attempting to find your way to your room on your own. They offered to walk you there since they understood the halls could be a maze sometimes, but you had decided to be stubborn, insisting it was straightforward enough. Clearly, you had overestimated your skills.

That being said, it was a miracle you were able to make it to the foyer that morning.

Vaggie chuckled a bit as she recalled the memory.

Charlie smiled at you knowingly, as well, indicating that the story had been relayed to her. She looked back at her dad for only a moment before her eyes darted back to you, eyes widening as the smile dropped from her face.

“Oh–Oh my god!” she squawked as she rushed to your side. “You’re not–Why aren’t you…” she waved her hand in circles as she tried to find the word she was looking for before leaning in to whisper, “...you know.”

Your eyes narrowed as they rolled over to look at her father.

“I barely rolled myself out of bed when he came knocking,” you explained, “Believe me, I tried to avoid being seen, but…”

But you were hunted down like a mouse running from a fox. Even when you thought you were in the clear, it seemed like he knew exactly where you were and where you would go next.

That man was scary.

“But you can’t hide something like that forever~” he sang, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you against him. “However, I never imagined it would be this darling little human.”

He jostled you slightly as he spoke, and you could feel your face warming up from both his actions and his words. However, he had no right to be calling anybody else ‘little’ considering his stature.

“We really need to get her a new phone,” Charlie said to Vaggie, “If she could have called or texted us, we might’ve been able to intervene.”

Charlie’s father scoffed.

“What kind of sinner do you take me for? I’m not an animal, you know––” he began to argue but paused to turn his attention on you, retracting his arm. “You threatened to call her earlier, but you don’t even have a phone?”

Your lips twitched into a guilty smile, and you took a step closer to Charlie.

“You’re a filthy little liar!” He jabbed a finger in your direction.

 “You were breaking and entering!” you pitched back.

“I am her–”

“Okay!” Charlie tucked you behind her and put a hand up in front of her dad. “How about that tour then?”

She put one hand on your back and the other on her father’s as she began to lead the group of you through the hotel. You were secretly glad you were getting another chance to look around and get a grasp of the layout.

When you dared to glance over at her dad, he was already eying you bitterly, and the only thing you could think to do was shoot him a sheepish smile in return.

The childish part of you wanted to stick your tongue out and blow a raspberry, but you knew better. He made it clear he had some level of magical abilities, and to what extent, you weren’t sure. That last thing you wanted to do was learn the hard way. Besides, you needed to be on his good side so he’d help you get home.

As the tour progressed, he thankfully dropped his spiteful demeanor towards you in favor of soaking in as much of Charlie’s attention as he could get. You could tell that he was just happy to be near her.

It was sweet.

There were a few times where he exchanged some words with you lightheartedly. It reassured you that you hadn’t managed to say or do anything to genuinely piss him off. Rather, it seemed he was just the dramatic type.

You made it back to the foyer, and when Charlie was finished explaining her ideas for redeeming sinners, she waited eagerly for her father’s thoughts. She was disappointed that he had more opinions on the hotel’s appearance than its purpose, but she didn’t push the subject.

She would have a better chance pitching the idea to him once she had a few successful patrons to use as evidence that sinners could, in fact, be redeemed.

“I can certainly help you spruce the place up a bit,” he said as he waved his stick around the room, “After filling this place up with furniture and maybe adding a bit more light…I’m sure it will look wonderful, honey.”

He sent her a prideful grin, which she subtly rolled her eyes at.

“Thanks, dad… I really appreciate it,” she said as she pulled him into a hug. His face lit up before he shut his eyes and melted into her embrace.

When they parted, he made a gesture at you.

“I was also telling your friend earlier that I’d be more than happy to get her home. I just need some time to warm up. Don’t want to accidentally drop her off in the middle of Antarctica,” he said whilst nudging her and chuckling at his own joke.

“Oh! Well, I don’t really think we need your help with that…” she said, looking away.

You sent her a baffled look.

“We already found some people–today, actually–that can get her home,” she stated with a firm nod of her head. “So no need to worry about that! Sending over furniture is more than enough, which, again, I really appreciate!”

“Nonsense, this is what good fathers do! Besides, I highly doubt they could be more efficient than me,” he huffed before turning to grin at you. “I promise to have you home in no time.

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[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Mad Love Chapter 24

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there

Kate: Alfons!

When I left my room, I saw Alfons waiting for me in the hall.

But he clearly did not look pleased.

Alfons: Have you mistaken me for a chaperone?

Kate: “One month today” means I’m Fairytale Keeper until today ends. That’s why I still need someone watching over me when I go out. So, please.

(...This feels a little self-centered of me)

Alfons: You know, you’re starting to become like Roger.

(Ah…I can’t deny that at all. They do say that pet dogs resemble their owners…)

I couldn’t help but laugh when I thought about where I am now after being a “pet dog” for some time.

Kate: Hehe, I don’t know about that.

Alfons sighed in exasperation at my response.

Alfons: Let’s make haste. I only came back this morning, so I’m feeling extremely sleepy.

--

Alfons and I went to the post office where I used to work.

Black-eyed colleague: Kate! I thought it’s been a while since I last saw you, but I didn’t think the next time would be because you’re resigning!

Brown-eyed colleague: Yeah, I was surprised you suddenly disappeared after being “summoned by the palace”.

Kate: …Sorry for the short notice.

Black-eyed colleague: I’ll miss you, if I’m being honest, but things happen in life. Leave this to me.

Brown-eyed colleague: Eh~ I’ll miss you too. Who’s going to listen to my complaints~

Black-eyed colleague: Kate, maybe resigning was the right choice.

Brown-eyed colleague: Hey, hey, what do you mean by that? You’re so mean!

Kate: Hehe…

(Aah…I love this sort of atmosphere)

Friendly colleagues, a hard-working office chief that likes trying new things…, the sound of letters being sorted, the counter being crowded with people holding letters.

This was all an important part of my ordinary life.

(—But)

Kate: I’m so grateful to you all. Everyone, take care.

I waved away the place I loved with a smile.

I had found where I belonged and began my making my way there—

--

On the way, I stopped by my flat on the second floor of the bakery to finalize the process of selling it.

Kate: …Alright.

Alfons: You’ve resigned from your job and have moved out of your flat. Everything is gone now.

There was a look in his eyes as if he wanted to say “you’re an idiot.”

Kate: …Alfons. You once asked, “If Roger did not have very long to live, would you still choose to stay by his side?”

Alfons: …

Kate: Even I think I’m an idiot. As you said, I might end up a widow who spends her days in tears. However…no matter what, I can’t be apart from Roger.

I hated myself for being weak.

Roger was the only one who always stayed close to me.

Roger’s the only one I want to see me grow stronger from now on.

(Even if it means letting it all go, I want to be by Roger’s side)

Kate: This choice isn’t because of self-sacrifice, devotion, or anything idealistic like that. To continue on as I am, I need Roger, so I’ve thrown everything away to take the plunge. This is an extremely egoistic choice, isn’t it?

Alfons: … Has falling in love with Roger turned you silly?

Kate: Hehe, seems so. Unfortunately.

With a brand new future ahead of me, Alfons smiled in resignation.

Alfons: I have no right to criticize your way of life. You’re free to do as you wish, welcome to the depths of darkness.

A gentle voice invited me into a world crawling with villains.

(But it won’t be like when I was Fairytale Keeper)

(I am definitely entering this world by my own free will)

Kate: …Ah, I said all that with so much enthusiasm, but there’s still a chance I’ll be turned down.

Alfons: Aha! Should that happen, then I will sew that man’s mouth shut so that he’ll never speak again.

--

Alfons then escorted me to the bar before disappearing like an illusion with a big yawn.

I entered the bar alone—

(...Ah, found him)

Roger: …

Roger was sitting by the counter.

We had agreed to meet here.

…Because I had something to tell him.

Kate: …Sorry for making you wait.

Roger: I just got here. So, you wanted to talk?

Straight to the point. I felt my heart speed up.

Kate: It’s been one month since I became Fairytale Keeper. As promised, I’ll be released from my duty. That’s why… I threw everything away. My job, my home, everything.

After saying that all in one go, I looked at Roger…

Roger: …O_O

Kate: Roger. Please make me your exclusive Fairytale Keeper. I already have Victor’s permission. All I need now is your approval.

I could see myself reflected in those amber eyes that widened with surprise.

Kate: …I heard all about it. Alfons told me about your lifespan. 

Roger: Ah, then…

As if figuring out the reason, Roger’s lips curved into a self-deprecating smile.

Kate: You were planning on using the final trial to say farewell to me today, weren’t you? I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be pushed around by an egoist like you forever.

I put strength behind my words, but my heart couldn’t stop my heartbeat from going crazy.

My brand new future depended on Roger.

Kate: …I want to be with you so that I can be me. It’s frustrating, but it can’t be anyone else but you…Roger, let me be your Fairytale Keeper. …And your final lover.

Roger: …

What words will follow this silence?

I clenched my fists tightly on my lap, so nervous that I could hardly breathe.

Finally, I heard it…

Roger: Haven't had all my words taken out of my mouth before. Kate, you’ve cleared your final trial.

(...Huh?)

(My final…trial?)

I couldn’t process those words that came out of the blue.

Kate: W-what do you mean… Please explain so that I can properly understand.

Without thinking, I leaned forward, grabbed Roger by his shirt, and shook him.

Roger just went along with it, laughing happily as if being grabbed by a dog.

Roger: What you heard from Al’s true. But you’re overestimating how much of a good person I am. It’s definitely not smart to pick a guy who could die at any time. You also had an important daily routine to “go back to”. But…why does that mean I gotta let you go?

Kate: Huh…?

I loosened my grip on his shirt.

Roger looked right at me with tender eyes.

Roger: Kate, your final trial was going to be “can you throw everything away and choose me?” But then you threw everything away yourself. Pfft…

Roger’s shoulders started shaking.

Kate: …Roger?

Roger: Pfft, hahahahaha! You really are the most interesting woman I’ve met.

This man~~~ +4 +4

Y-you’re the worst!

You expected this?

Kate: This man~~~ ( ｡ •`ᴖ´• ｡)

Roger: Haha, you fell for me again, didn’t you? You love a strong, egoistic man.

Roger’s large hand ruffled my hair.

Roger probably knows that I like being pet by those hands of his.

Roger: Right now, I’m so happy I could die. So happy that I started laughing without even reading the room.

(Ahhh geez…)

I threw away my job, my home, my ordinary life…

This man goes on saying this was all part of his plan and then gives the best laugh.

He showed me how much more of an egoist he could be…I was completely defeated.

Roger: Kate.

The hand that was on my head slid down to the back of my neck and pulled me closer.

We were so close that our noses touched and my heart pounded.

Roger: Throw it all away and become my lover.

He was still the same self-centered egoist who pushes people around.

That will definitely never change even in our time together.

However—

Kate: I’m the only one who can handle you, Roger. I’ll be your lover.

Roger: …Oh?

I felt embarrassed when he smiled suggestively at me like that, so I snatched his glasses.

And then…I pressed my lips against his.

(...Huh?)

Roger: …What’s up?

Kate: I…don’t taste any alcohol.

Roger: That’s ‘cause I’m not having alcohol.

Roger glanced over at the beer mug on the table.

Kate: Why? I never thought you wouldn’t drink at a bar…

Roger: If we’re gonna have sex, I wanna be sober for it.

Kate: ….Eh…ah…

(In other words…)

While he waited for me, he was betting on the fact that I’d throw everything away.

(My chest’s pounding too much for me to form a comeback…)

Roger: …What’s with that cute face? I’m not waiting any longer. Let’s go.

Roger pulled me up by the arm.

Roger: Barkeep, I’m leaving the money here. Keep the change.

Kate: Where are we going?

Roger: An inn nearby.

Kate: …We’re not going back…?

Roger: Do you think you can hold your moans back during our first time together?

Kate: Wha…!

Thinking about what Roger just said to me was enough to make me feel overwhelmed.

Kate: ……Probably not.

When I muttered this, and amused huff brushed against my cheek.

Roger: …Then follow me.

Next

[sloptimustoptimus]

Energon Megatron X Reader

NSFW 18+ ONLY

LAST SURVIVOR

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You're the last one left. The Decepticons have taken ocean city and Megatron has chosen to keep you alive to reward himself for his hard work.

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Head pounding, vision blurry, you came to in the autobot control room in ocean city; the cold metal of the floor a stark contrast to your building anxiety as your eyes darted around the room. It started flooding back to you when you noticed SnowCat and Demolisher in the corner giggling at you lying defenceless with your hands tied: the Decepticons had taken the city, Optimus was off-world with most of the autobots leaving you with a small crew, none of whom you could see in the room with you.

The live feed which was broadcast from the large screen that sat at the front wall of the room was still running, maybe the Autobots were on the way to get you out of this if they could see the situation unfolding wherever they were.

They weren’t able to help you right now though, as you could hear heavy footfall approaching the control room. Megatron.

The Decepticons in the room quickly straightened up as their leader came into view, he was imposing, towering blue frame dwarfing his subordinates and glaring yellow optics darting between Demolisher and Snowcat, prompting them to leave. You began to strain against the wire holding your hands together, a lump forming in your throat as you imagined what was coming to you. Tears began to sting in your eyes knowing you would be meeting your end today.

“Now, now, human. I’m not going to extinguish you.” He boomed from the control panel, staring you down, “I only require something from you. And who knows, if you comply I might just let you walk free…” his tone was sickly sweet, he was clearly enjoying the suspense he was creating.

“I don't have any information for you, Megatron” You spat, assuming the Decepticon leader was after access codes or autobot intelligence, “you may as well kill me now and get it over with” defeated, you stopped fighting your restraints, only hoping the pain you were going to endure would be quick. Approaching you slowly, Megatron let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Oh no no no, small thing, that's not what I want at all! You see, I’ve taken my time extracting everything I need from your Autobot friends, they were ever so useful”. He stopped as close to you as he could be without having crushed you under him, his optics dark, observing you intently. Looking around in the hopes you would see the rest of your crew, Megatron began to laugh again, “Don’t bother. They can’t help you now”.

Noticing a glint in his gold optics, your heart sank, realising your friends had been extinguished, you were all alone at Megatron’s mercy… and if you weren’t mistaken, he was after something much more personal than information.

“Please, Megatron, don’t do this, you’ll kill me. You know it'll kill me-” Begging for a more dignified death than being split open by a Cybertronian’s spike, using your legs to push yourself away from him.

“Stupid creature, is that what the autobots have told you? They're classless, they interface like animals, but me?” he trailed off, velvet voice hanging in the air as if he were considering ways to bring you round before resorting to force, “I promise you’ll survive. You may even enjoy yourself-”

“Enjoy myself!? After you’ve just decimated our home?” anger taking you over, heat rising to your cheeks as you berated him.

Cutting you off, Megatron lifted you off the cold ground, his large servos holding your body painfully tight as you squirmed in his grip. Your eyes widened as you realised what was happening: Megatron was striding towards the live feed’s main camera stopping mere feet away from it. He knew full well that every autobot on or off world had access to the feed 24/7, too and they were all about to bear witness to what you would be reduced to.

Unable to resist with your hands tied, Megatron made quick work of removing your clothes, ripping the fabric as to ensure he wouldn't have to set you loose. He held you up in front of the screen, working one warming servo down the front of your body, exploring every inch with hard grabs and pinches, making you wince, until he got down to your upper thighs. He took harsh handfuls of the soft skin, the pain making you yelp and hiss, giving him exactly what he wanted.

Before you could process the heat flushing your cheeks, megatron had brought a large finger to your entrance, teasing at it, feeling how wet you were already under his rigorous touch. Bringing his mouth down to your ear, he let out a low hum, almost as if to let you know you were pleasing him. “You know our dearest viewers can see what a mess you're making for me already?” He laughed into the question, watching the embarrassment of knowing that someone was watching on your face morph into excitement and back again.

“Please-” Your breaths already short, “Just put it in”

“How impatient!” Megatron’s tone was mocking, and it was working for you “but if you insist, it only means I can take you sooner”

With that he finally began to slide his forefinger into you, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body.

You threw your head back, giving in to the feeling. Besides, there was nothing you could do about it. Seeing this, Megatron increased his pace to try and get even more of a reaction out of you, your moans only just covering the quiet hiss of him releasing his spike.

“Such a good girl,” he snickered “I never would have guessed you’d be so easy to break”

Praising your cooperation to the live feed, who could see everything from your eyes rolling to the puddle forming in megatron’s palm, he decided to let you enjoy yourself for a little longer, his sick degradation bringing you closer and closer until you feel yourself begin to finish on his hand, breathing shallow and legs quivering.

“Oh is that good? Hm?” He slowed his movements, but you could only let out an affirmative groan in response. “I asked you a question, human. How dare you deny me an answer.” There was genuine annoyance rising in his voice, so you mustered up an answer for him as not to cut your enjoyment (or life) short “y- yes… so… so good”.

“That wasn't so difficult now, was it?” Megatron’s optics shifted between your shaking form and the screen as if to acknowledge whoever sat watching on the other end of the feed.

Retracting his finger from inside you, he lowered you down ever so slightly. You jolted in surprise at feeling his spike fully pressurised beneath you, slick with transfluid already. Without so much as a grunt, Megatron began to work his way into you with an excruciatingly gradual pace, stretching you slowly around him and making you scream with both pain and want. It felt so good despite the agony, your wails now filling the room entirely as he ran out of space inside you. Barely half of him fit into your tight hole, but he didnt seem perturbed at all, he simply moved his grip to your thighs, your knees now spread, level with your chest.

You were utterly helpless, sitting on Megatron’s spike, screaming. All while under the watchful eye of every autobot crew with access to the signal.

His movements were relentless and calculated, hitting you at the perfect angle with every thrust of his hips, he seemed not to tire at all from the exertion which led you to wonder how long this was going to go on for exactly… Hours? Days, even? Megatron’s moans are low, filled with want as he begins leaving bites up and down your delicate neck, the pain only serving to amplify the sensation of his spike inside you.

“Oh how pathetic, it seems you really will let me do anything to you so long as you get your little hole fucked” Megatron was now musing to himself between guttural sounds of appreciation, getting lost in the sensation of such a tight body.

Snapping the both of you back to reality was a loud notification on the control panel. Someone was watching for sure now. Embarrassment flooding your body, it only drove you closer to finishing once more as your captor leaned forward to dismiss the message. As he does, one servo leaves your thigh dangling, moving to your throat after the control panel.

“‘how does it feel to have an audience like this? Everyone knows how little it takes to use you like this, and I bet they will the moment they get the chance”

With that you released again, gushing onto Megatron's spike and the floor below and leaving a clear puddle beneath you both. The angle he had you held at meant you had definitely splashed the main lens of the camera, not that he cared now. The sight of you so undone on his huge spike sent him feral, holding you flush to his torso with one clenching servo, and supporting himself on the control panel with another, your legs swinging with every thrust as he started twitching inside you, ready to finish himself. Megatron’s moans now matched your own as he drew closer to his overload, growling into the nape of your neck as he gripped your small body harder. And harder.

“You're going to take it, human,” He sounded desperate, “All. Of. It.” his words punctuated by the movement of his hips, taking the breath out of your lungs as he coated your walls with his transfluid, warm and thick, too much for your body to hold.

“Yeeeeeeeeees,” he groaned, the tension in his giant body dissolving with every slowing thrust. Your eyes trailing down to your own thighs, now covered in his release which was dripping into your own on the floor.

Panting and shaking you look once again at the feed monitor, entirely spent, at least you could go free now, maybe find a way to convince the autobots you hated every second of it despite the flush of tired bliss that washed over your skin and every sound you made as he was still deep inside you.

Your hands still bound, you struggled to move as your aching legs begged for support but Megatron seems to notice this; lifting you slowly off of his emptied spike, causing more of his transfluid to splash on to the metal flooring, the sound echoing throughout the empty room.

“Is..” you panted, “is it over Megatron?”

“Oh you silly thing, I’ve barely begun to have my fun with you”

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This is a repost from my AO3 and people seemed to like it over there, so let me know what yall think!

Part 2 below!

Edit: doing some drawing inspired by thic fic so stick around hehehe

[romanticgremlin]

Boys And Cows With Soft Brown Eyes.

Very very tiny oneshot to explain the cow picture.

Seventh year Sebastian and the MC have been living in the Feldcroft cottage after MC ran away from home.

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“I can’t believe you don’t know how to dance!” I say with a laugh. Moving to stand up in the warm confines of the miniscule feldcroftian hamlet, I observe the man in front of me. Red dusts his tanned cheeks beneath the smattering of freckles that seemed to dance on his cheeks more and more as the evening wears on.

He and I were both tipsy on the bit of wine from dinner, and now more so, from the dark green bottle that sat forgotten on the wooden floor in front of the fireplace. Occasionally, one of us would take it, drag it up to our lips and take a sip before returning it to it’s ever present vigil in front of the fireplace.

“I can dance. Just not, you know…formally.” He says with a chuckle that makes my stomach feel like it’s dancing. I stand in the middle of the rug, gesturing for him to stand up and join me. He appraises me from his reclined position in the chair for a moment. If not for his slightly dirtied farm working clothes, you might have mistaken him for some kind of beautiful devil, his gaze akin to a concentrated ray of heat from a magnifying glass, setting me on fire as his mouth quirks slightly into a small grin before standing up.

He smells lightly of sweat and soil as he approaches me and takes another swig of the dark green bottle before bending down to place it back where it had been resting for the last 10 minutes and glances at the fire for just a moment before looking back at me with his ever present boyish grin.

“S’pose i’m your charge now, then.” He says and I could swear I saw him nervously swallow for a moment.

“What do i do?” He asks. His eyes are half lidded with the warmth of the fireplace and wine in our bellies as I reach out and slip my hand into his.

“Take my hand.” I say, feeling my cheeks warm even more making the heat from the fireplace trickle down to my gut as his palm slides against my waist without instruction, as if he already knew.

“Like this?” He says in a lower voice. Suddenly so, so, impossibly close as his breath brushes against the soft skin of my cheek. I can only nod as I realize how bad of a situation this has become. This is ridiclous. I’m nearly salvitating, horrendously pining after this boy. I try to shake myself out of it as I return to my senses.

“Put your foot-..” I start to say and he moves his foot prematurely to the wrong spot. I laugh softly and hear a similar nervous chuckle from him as well, except this time his chest rumbles against mine and I think I might die if I don’t remove myself from being pressed against the 7th year slytherin.

“Sorry, a bit off, yeah?” He apologizes sheepishly, flexing his fingers against my waist and glances down at our feet briefly. I try again with a patient smile.

“a little bit over-...no-.”

“Here?” He says with a vulnerable raise of his eyebrows. Laughter bubbles out of me again and again and him sheepishly laughing along with me warmly everytime.

“No, see watch-...”

“Here?”

“Just-...”

“Sorry, here?”

I shake my head, unable to look at his face anymore lest I die from heatstroke or frustration. But not really.

“Slow down and watch.” I insist and place my foot slowly where his should go before smiling, satisfied with my instruction. Shortlived, however as he put his foot in the exact same place as before, causing a vein to pop in my forehead. I look up to scold him. He wasn’t even trying!

My stomach drops to the floor when I see the sultry, lopsided grin sitting on his face, my brain seems to shut off. His fingers flex on my waist again and he’s a bit closer, letting out a breathy chuckle as make my mouth move to confirm my suspicions.

“You’re doing that on purpose?” I say dizzily and the arm thats snaked around my waist tightens a bit, pulling me a mere inch closer but it’s enough to make the rest of the world fall away. His eyes are the color of brown sugar when it's mixed with warm butter. I’ve fallen into them before but never this deep. “I like seeing you laughing.” He admits in a chest buzzingly affectionate tone and my lips are on his. There's no hesitation in his movement, his hands have abandoned my waist and are sliding up the back of my bodice to press me to him.

All i can focus on is the soft feel of his mouth on mine. He tastes like wine and home and safety and Feldcroft melts away when he breathes out a soft groan, grazing his cheeks against mine, his lips attaching to the spot on my neck under my ear. My body betrays any control i wanted to achieve as my hand sluggishly unbutton his shirt to press my hand to his chest as soft noises fall from my lips as he continues to mold me into like putty, i'm vaguely aware of him backing me up until my legs knock into something.

A flower pot. It crashes back to the ground and my reality comes with it.

He jerks back, his expression is one of confusion and it jerks me back to reality.

What am i doing?

I pull out of his grip, his mouth makes some wordless protesting noise and I run.

I’m not sure where i’m going. As soon as I’m out door into the foggy still-light-out evening. I can hear Sebastian yelling for me.

There must be some missunderstanding. I'll ruin this. Everytime I think I'm happy for a small amount of time, something bad happens.

Grass brushes my legs and I shiver, still trying to run.

What if he's manipulating me again?

It’s a small voice somewhere, but it’s there. I scramble up the hill, running out of breath as I reach a cow that looks slightly startled at my presence.

I gulp in air like I’ll never breathe it again, standing behind the cow like a shield.

Overwhelming shame and embarassment cause my eyes to burn, vision glassing over as hot tears fall down my cheeks. What was I thinking? He doesn't love me.

“Ana?” I hear right behind me. My hand fists in the grass in frustrstion with myself as scramble up, staring him down from behind the cow.

“Don’t come near me.” I say half heartedly and watch as you take a step, clearly and rightly confident I wouldn’t protest or run more. There’s an infuriatingly handsome smile on his tanned face as he holds his hands out to imply a peace offering.

“Why did you run away from me?” He asks, a hint of vulnerability crossing his face for a mere moment.

“I Like this cow.” I blurt out, trying to avoid the inevitable conversation. Which seems to make him laugh, his eyes crinkle mirthfully. “Is that so? More than me?” He asks with a hint of teasing in his voice as he dares another step.

“Perhaps I do. Although, you’re very similar now that i realize it.” I say, swallowing as red spills over my cheeks once again.

“Big brown eyes and curly brown hair.” I say, starting to calm down a bit. This only serves to make him laugh as he reaches out once more.

“Oh, come on. I’m not that big or dumb.” he says with a warm chuckle before his expression melts into a more serious one.

“I know you're scared.” He says, apologetically, straightening a little. I can see the gooseflesh raised on his skin from the damp fog of the evening.

"You're safe here. If you want to go still, I won't stop you. But I think you want to stay, just as much as I want you to." He says, out of breath from the run.

His clothes and hair are still slighty disheveled from the exchange earlier as he takes another half step, his mouth pursed like he wants to say more but I cut him off. I take in a deep breath, the foggy air easing into my soul only for it to leave me just as quickly when he stops a few feet away.

“Can I-..can I tell you something, before you run away from me again?” he asks softly, his thick eyebrows furrowing, his hand still reaching for me. My chest feels warm and alive with adrenaline as he speaks, the cow chews away softly in between us and an instinctual smile slides on my face as he reaches out, curling his hands around my wrists, which I now realize are clenched together in trepidation and anxiety on my chest.

“I hadn’t planned on telling you this in a cowfield.” He says, warmth spilling from his every work as he lets out a sheepish chuckle. My breath stutters again and i'm not hot anymore but cold and frozen like a statue at the admittance.

“I had a whole elaborate plan for my confession, you know? And then things with Anne got worse..” he says, looking away slightly. Planned on telling me?

“I lost it. I lost myself and then I couldn’t stop thinking that if I lost you too, it would kill me. We stopped speaking and at first, I thought it was a good thing.” He says, tightening his grip slightly, seemingly fighting off the emotion is his voice.

“Nip it in the bud if you will, and then all I could think of were your eyes, your voice, your words to me, and you came to me asking for help with your sister and I could breathe again suddenly.” his chest heaves with passion as he speaks before sucking in a shaky breath. My eyes must have been nearly popped from their skull and I felt as if we both took a breath in at the same time. I stood there gaping still. “I am the last person to deserve your love, but Merlin, I cannot reclaim my heart, I have tried.”

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Fin.

I may add more peices later or pinish with a part two.

[t0ast-ghost]

Episode 17 (The Galileo Seven):

- I’ve heard good things about this one… (edit: understatement of the fuckin year)

- pretty green space thing

- oh so the shuttlecraft is called Galileo.. lemme guess there’s gonna be seven people on board

- NEW PARIS??? Someone made it again? Does it have the crypts? Does it have someone to hate the Eiffel Tower like Guy de Maupassant? Does it even have an Effiel tower?

- oh that’s fuckin neat. I love the shuttlecraft lifting out of the ship

- I love the carpet flooring on the shuttlecraft

- “Doctor McCoy a reading on the atmosphere, please” HE TOUCHES HIS SHOULDER OMG

- say what you will, that shuttlecraft door opening and closing is cool as fuck

- A Bones sitting normally in chairs compilation would be extremely short

- WhY ARE THEY BICKERING RiGHt NOw?!! STOP FLIRTING

- "we'll have to lighten our load by three hundred pounds" "approximately three men" t'would be a shame if something were to... happen...

- “if any minor damage was overlooked it was when they put his head together.” “Not his head, Mr. Boma. His heart… His heart” this is said with such longing and sadness like, what.

- THAT is a comically large spear

- one down… two to go..

- “Mr. Spock, something’s happening outside” Spock immediately goes to help, he cares in his own way

- being reminded how immaculate Spock and McCoy’s eyebrows are

- “Yes, I know, but fortunately I’m giving the orders” Spock is so real for this

- “and just where are you going?”(I’m worried what you’re going to go do without your phaser)“I have a certain scientific curiosity about what’s happened of Mr. Gaetano. Return to the ship please.” (I need to find out if Gaetano is alive. Please stay safe back at the ship)

- aww he’s taking the body back because he knows it’s important to the crew (he cares in his own way… again!)

- NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE CONFUSED YOU ARE BEING ATTACKED “a little less analysis and a little more action” McCoy is RIGHT

- “Mr. Spock, remind me to tell you that I’m sick and tired of your logic.” “That is a most illogical attitude.” They love each other. They love each other so much.

- no but seriously, McCoy thinks it’s stupid that Spock’s logic would dictate that he would have to leave Spock behind. Where Spock would rather they have a better chance at getting back and thinks leaving him was the most logical

- “Did I [say that]? I must have been mistaken.” “Well at least I’ll live long enough to hear that.” Not the time nor place gentlemen

- “it may be the last action you’ll ever take, Mr. Spock… but it was all human.” “Totally illogical.” “That’s what I mean.” In what could have been his last moments Bones decides to antagonize/reassure Spock

- WHAT IS BONES WHISPERING IN JIM’S EAR

- I- this scene, right here

- Kirk leans in while smiling and says, “Mr. Spock, you’re a stubborn man.” “Yes, sir”

New favourite episode.

Master list link

[ask-sister-solaris]

Could you maybe write a buggy x wife reader where they've been married for many years and have gone through thick and thin like they're all lovey dovey

Could you make it angst tho like maybe an argument between the two of them where buggy screams and shouts mean things at her idk and moves his hand up to maybe scratch his head and the reader flinches

Oooo so I’m not sure if you want live action or anime? Imma assume it’s live action but if not you could always send another ask and I’ll do anime buggy to!

Warnings: Angst, mentions of abuse

Buggy X f!wife!reader

“I promise I’ll do better”

You and buggy had been through thick and thin together. You’d been friends since childhood and you always followed Buggy, he never brought any harm to you so you stuck with him. That and his witty charm. When he set off to become a pirate himself you returned home and were forced into an arranged marriage.

Said man you were marrying was..far from kind. He always beat you if you did anything wrong or said something out of place in his eyes. That only lasted two years, her village was raised by strange looking pirates who kept shouting about their flashy captain. You could only hope that it was the same flashy clown you were thinking of. While the pirates were busy you rushed to the port and saw a large ship, and the large Jolly Roger with a big red nose put a huge grin on your face.

You rushed over and yelled his name, the one you had wanted to marry. The one you’d wanted to stay with forever. “Buggy!? Buggy it’s me!” You yelled, the blue haired flashy fool looked over and his eyes widened seeing you. You were skinner, and paler than when he’d last seen you. Only two years and you’d changed so much. He jumped down and landed infront of you, a hesitant hand held your face and you leaned in.

Since that day you traveled the ocean with him gaining your own bounty and wanted poster. It had only been a year since he saved you when he proposed. Of course you said yes, you love this flashy fool you’d die before you left him. He was upfront and admitted he ate the chop chop fruit, and that’s why he could split himself up. You were fascinated by it and would often ask him questions.

You had been married for quite a few years, always having each others backs whenever you fought, or he’d let you light a buggy ball if he was feeling extra nice. You rarely fought, but soon after Luffy humiliated him and got away, he swore vengeance. You thought it was bad already with him despising shanks, but now Luffy to? The boy just seems playful and immature. Nothing different from buggy. And this sparked an argument.

“I don’t understand Buggy, you hate shanks, and now you hate the child he helped raise? It was low of you to even put the kid in the tank in the first place!” You were pacing the circus floor wringing your hands together. You turned to him as he began yelling about vengeance and how could she betray him in such a way.

“You don’t understand! You weren’t the one bullied all your life! You had a nice simple life after I left! You married a marine if I’m not mistaken” He yelled and raised a hand to make a point, but his face was one of confusion when you flinched back and covered your face.

“I promise I’ll do better”

The words had slipped out before you knew what you were saying. Buggy’s eyes widened and he lowered his hand gently. Did that marine bastard…no… “What did they do to you?” You looked up tearfully and before you could even begin to talk buggy pulled you in for a hug and hid his own tears. He didn’t care if any of his crew walked in. You were his damned flashy wife, and he blamed himself for not coming to the village sooner, hell he blamed himself for not taking you with him originally.

“I love you…my flashy little wife” he whispered in your ear and you smiled through the tears. You placed a kiss on his jaw “I love you to my flashy fool.”

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hey there! May I just say that I love your celebration ideas? I love this jukebox concept so much!

I'd love to request one. I remember loving the fic you wrote for my request during your previous event, and I love linking music to writing. My current favorite song is ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine, and I'd love to request it with Crosshair (surprise!). The song gives me very romantic but also melancholic vibes, and to me it means loving a place/situation/person so much that you just want the moment to last forever.

But of course, you may work your magic for this. I love your writing, and I'll be happy with whatever you choose to write 🩵 thank you so much in advance!

Thank you so much love. It means a lot that you like my crazy ideas. Love oo.

Now, your request had me stumped for a few minutes, and then the idea just flowed. I hope you like my interpretation of this song, because you're right, it has very melancholic vibes.

Love oo.

Ceilings

Warnings: Injury, AU of S2E16, tears, dream, kissing, implied coitus, promises, declarations of feelings, sacrifice, saving others, angst. I think that's it. If I missed anything please let me know.

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Your eyes blinked as you saw the raindrops falling down on top of you. You don’t remember exactly what happened, but you see the railcars moving. They’re safe. You smile to yourself as your body screams in pain, you want to move, to get up but everything is telling you that wouldn’t be a good idea.

For some reason your eyelids feel heavy, you want to close them, to fall asleep for just a little while, but in the back of your mind you know that’s not a good idea. 

You know you need to stay away, but … something doesn’t seem right. Your mind must be playing tricks on you because you see Crosshair kneeling down beside you, smiling.

Gods, how you missed that smile. You close your eyes fighting back tears, as you feel his hand on your cheek. 

“Hey mesh’la”

“Crosshair?”

“Who else?”

“Wha … what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean? It’s date night.”

You blinked as you were no longer lying on the floor of the valley on Eriadu, you were now in your living room. You looked down at your dress, it was the one Crosshair loved on you, the yellow one with white flowers on the bottom half of your skirt. You slowly sat up, shaking your head.

“I just had the craziest dream.”

“Really?” He smiled leaning in closer, “Anything you wanna recreate?” He smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows.

You giggled, shaking your head slightly as you rolled your eyes at him, “Not that kind of dream, anyways what took you so long?”

“Sorry, Hunter was being impossible, but I’m here now” he leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours, claiming your mouth the way he always used to. Used to, no that’s not right. Does. The way he always does. 

You pulled back, shaking your head.

“You okay, mesh’la?”

“Yeah, just … Crosshair where are we?”

He looked around and smirked, “If I’m not mistaken mesh’la, your apartment on Coruscant,” he answered, his eyebrow arching amused with his own answer. You simply shook your head, fighting the amused look on your face. 

As you looked into his eyes, you reached your hand up and caressed his cheek. You missed touching his cheek like this, trying to comfort him as much as you could … missed? He was right here, why would you be missing touching his cheek. 

“Well shall we?” You tilted your head smiling.

“By all means,” he took your hand in his, guiding you out of the apartment, towards 79’s. 

The night progressed, with a lot of dancing, a lot of touching, and a lot of drinking. 

You remembered how he started to kiss you in the taxi, how it continued as you got on the lift to your apartment, you remembered how quickly you both got undressed. How you held him so tight afraid it would’ve been the last time. 

The next morning you watched as he got dressed, and sat beside you on the bed, “I had fun last night, mesh’la.”

“So did I, Cross.” You smiled as you held his hand, “How long are you going to be away this time?”

“Not sure, they brought us back to help with some mission to find a spy or something; doesn’t matter one mission is the same as the next. I’ll be back.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You promise?”

“Nothing could keep me away from you.”

You smirked as you looked into his eyes, “Liar.”

“Nope.” He held up his right hand, “I swear, if I’m not back it’s because I’m dead. Then you’ll have to deal with my brothers on your own.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head, “Your brothers aren’t that bad.”

He let out a huff, “Yes, they are, but you’re too kind-hearted to know the difference. Anyway that’s always been the deal, if anything happens to me, Hunter will look after you. Alright? But nothing’s going to happen, so you’re stuck with me.”

You pulled him in one last time, kissing him with all the passion and love you felt for him, “I love you, Crosshair.”

“I love you, mesh’la. I gotta go. I’ll comm you when I can.”

With that he was gone.

A pain entered your head, as memories after that moment flashed through your mind, Hunter appearing at your door, telling you they had to run. Meeting Omega. Fighting for Crosshair all that time.

Your feet felt cold, as though the rain had filled your boots. You blinked and you were back on Eriadu, still on the floor of the valley. The rain was still coming down … was that rain? You touched your cheeks slowly, painfully, no… that was rain. It was tears. 

You glanced around hoping you’d see Crosshair one more time, but it wasn’t real… he wasn’t there. You breathed out one last time, unable to recall if that was really the last time you kissed Crosshair. 

Despite how hard you tried, your eyes closed as your world went dark. 

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[zablife]

My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars-Part 3

Tommy Shelby x OC (Aurora Changretta)

Summary: Aurora awakes to a new reality and Tommy must try to convince her to stay where she will be safe.

Warnings: injury, fainting, mention of blood, use of a slur, discussion of pregnancy, domestic violence, miscarriage, abortion

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Part 2

As Tommy reached the top of the stairs, he met Frances who carried a tray of tea and toast down the corridor. “It’s alright,” he said when he noticed her anxious glances toward Aurora’s door. Although the noises had ceased, neither of them were sure what they would find when they turned the key. Tommy motioned Frances ahead of him, hoping the woman’s kind face and offer of refreshment might placate the fiery Italian.

“Mr. Shelby asked me to bring you some breakfast, ma’am,” Frances politely informed the woman sitting amongst broken shards of what was once a delicate vase.

Aurora’s eyes blinked for a moment in surprise before she narrowed them in a steely gaze. “Tell Mr. Shelby he can go fuck himself,” she said, pushing herself up against the wall to stand in defiance. “If he thinks I’ll be a docile captive, he’s mistaken,” she spat forcefully despite the enormous amount of pain wracking her body. 

Frances stood motionless with the tray still extended in her arms, mouth agape at her words. “I’m not sure you understand…” the older woman began in earnest.

“But I do. I know that he’s a goddamn liar,” Aurora accused, inching toward Frances, one hand steadying herself against the furniture. “And I’m not drinking any fucking sedatives,” she annunciated before pushing her weight forward to knock the tray to the ground. Unbalanced by the sudden shove, Frances was knocked to the ground, china shattering in thousands of tiny pieces.

Tommy rushed in to see Frances dusting herself off with as much dignity as she could muster, attempting to place the broken pieces back on the tray. “Leave it, Frances,” he instructed with a wave of his hand and she scurried out, glancing backward to see Aurora heaving for breath on the floor.

“You fucking bastard, you kidnapped me!” Aurora screamed at him.

“I didn’t. You came willingly,” Tommy assured in a calm voice, offering her his hand. 

“Then why am I locked in this room?” she said, a tiny sob escaping her throat despite her attempt to contain it. Her chest and shoulder throbbed painfully beneath the bloodied bandages, a feeling of nausea clawing at her suddenly with the energy she’d exerted.

Tommy sighed, “I had to leave and me brother didn’t trust you. I’m sorry,” he explained casting his eyes downward in genuine apology. “It won’t happen again. You’re my guest and you’ll have whatever you need to be made comfortable,” the rough quality of his voice dissipated with every word in an attempt to soothe her. 

However, Aurora knew all these tricks and she wasn’t falling for them. “Of course,” she scoffed. “I’m a bargaining chip. You’ll only keep me alive as long as Luca is. Then you’ll kill me,” she noted bitterly, refusing his help to stand.

Tommy shook his head as he watched her stumble backward onto the bed, unstable and sweating from what was surely a descending fever. “Then what can I do?” he asked.

“Let me go,” she said through gritted teeth, a shiver running through her body.

“And let Luca finish the job?” Tommy said with an exasperated huff, patience wearing thin with his own lack of rest.

Aurora stared at the floor for a moment, clutching the duvet to stop another wave of nausea. She pitched forward, head in her hands to stop the spinning.

“You have a chance to live if you stay. This is the last place your husband would look for you,” Tommy reasoned. “The only thing I ask in return is your cooperation. You agreed to help me once. Will you do it again?” Tommy asked.

Eyes still screwed shut, Aurora sat motionless with indecision. She was thinking of Arthur and the look in his eye when he’d slammed the door in her face. He held such hatred for her and she didn’t blame him. She had received word about the successful assassination of his younger brother John as she arrived in London. She couldn’t expect forgiveness from any of them, much less protection. However, she didn’t seem to have much of a choice. Her head throbbed painfully as any illusion of her independence slipped away into the mental fog clouding her overtired brain.

Seeing her weaken with each passing breath, Tommy attempted one last promise to set her mind at ease. “I swear, no harm will come to you from me or my family.” He wanted her to know that he saw her as a powerful ally and he would not take that for granted. 

Tommy glanced at Aurora hopefully and she finally nodded in agreement. “Yes,” she whispered before her head dipped and she lost consciousness. She nearly fell from the bed before Tommy caught her in his arms, placing her back onto the mattress as he yelled to Frances. “Call a doctor!” 

Placing a hand to Aurora’s clammy forehead, he felt the heat radiating through his palm in scorching waves. “Tell him to hurry,” he added, swallowing harshly at the sight of her pale complexion. He’d seen men suffer far less severe injuries and slip away like this. He prayed this wouldn’t be Aurora’s fate.

————————————

Luca paced the hotel suite with growing impatience. When Aurora’s body hadn’t turned up in the morgue, his mind began racing with possibilities. He wasn’t sure where his wife could be, but he knew a traitor in his ranks who might and he was determined to extract as much information as possible.

“Where is she?” Luca asked with a growl. His lanky form towered over the crouched figure of a man he had once trusted.

“I already told you, I don’t know anything,” Enzo replied, head feeling fuzzy and ears ringing from the last punch. After an hour of interrogation he still hadn’t given up any information about Aurora’s whereabouts, mostly because she had protected him from knowing her plans.

“Stand him up,” Luca said, cracking his knuckles. Matteo and Giovanni grabbed Enzo at the elbows, hoisting him to his feet as he emitted a low groan.

“You know, Enzo, this really is my fault,” Luca said, holding a hand over his heart in mock sincerity. “I put my faith in you to look after the love of my life, but you didn’t have what it took,” he tsked as he took in the sight of Aurora’s bodyguard, head hanging limply to his shoulder. Jerking the man’s bloodied face to meet his he proclaimed, “You couldn’t keep her here for one day…and look what happened.”

Enzo met his gaze briefly, attempting to focus his good eye with the other rapidly swelling shut.  He attempted a deep breath, wheezing as he replied slowly, “she should have left you a long time ago…”

“Pezzo di merda,” Luca said, tossing his chin away in disgust. “I give you a chance to repent and this is the respect you show me?” He nodded to Matteo and Giovanni to tighten their hold and reared back, fist coiled tightly in anticipation. Luca’s punch landed swiftly against Enzo’s side with a sickening crunch, his rings meeting bone and cracking a rib in the process. Enzo’s knees gave out and the men at his side relinquished their hold, allowing him to drop to the floor in anguish as the trill of the phone rang out into the room covering his moans. 

“Matteo,” Luca said with a jerk of his chin, indicating he should answer. 

As Matteo left the room, Luca wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He viewed Enzo with a sneer, watching the man writhe in pain before him.

Matteo returned with a grim look and nodded toward the office. He swallowed harshly before saying, “It’s Don Sabini…he’s asking about Aurora.”

Luca took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he thought of anything that might silence the rumors of Aurora’s disappearance. Then glancing down at Enzo, an idea came to him and he smirked to himself. 

Crossing into the next room in quick strides, he became eager to placate his father-in-law and get back to the business at hand. “Good morning, what can I do for you?” Luca greeted Antonio, attempting to sound calm and collected.

“Don’t fuck with me, Luca,” Antonio reprimanded the younger man, all patience evaporated as Luca’s smug tone reverberated in his ear. “What the hell is going on over there?”

“With respect, I’m taking care of…” Luca began. 

“You aren’t taking care of anything! I’ve spoken to Darby and I know about the embarrassment with Shelby. You’re putting my daughter’s life in jeopardy every day this continues. You’ve already led half a dozen men to their death. No more!” he thundered with such ferocity, the line crackled with static.

Luca’s hand curled into a tight fist at his side, his whole body tense at the thought of his wife’s betrayal. He held his temper out of necessity, breathing heavily from his nostrils as he cooled his blood before answering. “We had a setback…some bad information,” Luca replied slowly as he licked his lips. “I sent Aurora to a safe house with her bodyguard.” He found himself effortlessly spinning a lie likes threads of silk he hoped to cut in a few days time when he could finish his plans.

“No!” Antonio’s voice boomed suddenly. “You didn’t have my permission for that,” he seethed. “I want Aurora on the next boat with Enzo, do you understand? Tell me this will happen, Luca,” Antonio said with the authority of not only his father-in-law, but his don.

Luca grimaced at the thought, then remembered it wouldn’t matter in the slightest what empty promises he made now. “Yes, sir. It’ll be done,” he agreed.

“Good, then we understand one another,” Antonio said, relaxing his voice only slightly before mounting one last threat. “Finish the job or don’t bother coming home,” he hissed before slamming the phone down. 

Luca sauntered back to the room where Enzo stood swaying slightly, dabbing at his wounds with a handkerchief. Luca circled him in a predatory manner asking, “How do you think the don would feel if he knew you put his daughter in danger, Enzo? You let her go out into the streets alone and unprotected,” he said rubbing his chin thoughtfully. 

Enzo shook his head defiantly. “No, the don knows I would never…” he began, but Luca cut him off.

“That’s exactly what you fucking did though!”Luca shouted. “But, don’t worry, I covered for you,” he said, clapping a hand on Enzo’s shoulder a bit too forcefully. “I gave you a second chance today,” he said pulling Enzo up by his collar. “Aren’t you gonna thank me?” he asked with a smug grin. Enzo turned his head and spit blood from his mouth onto Luca’s shoe. Luca shook him forcefully in retaliation, the smile fading from his face as he added,”You’re going to help me find her or it’s your ass he’s coming for, you understand?”

———————————-

“Tommy, what were you thinking bringing her here?” Polly asked with a quick sideways glance, extinguishing her cigarette before crossing to his desk. The news of Mrs. Changretta’s arrival took her by surprise as this was not something they had discussed. The repercussions from Luca and his army of men worried her immensely, mixing with the sting of regret she felt for agreeing to the initial plan in Artillery Square.

“I told you I would forgive the attempt on Michael’s life if she gave us Luca. I don’t think I need to point out that we don’t have him,” Polly stressed, placing her palms on the desk and leaning toward Tommy for emphasis. 

Tommy leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. “I know it wasn’t part of the plan, alright? But she’s an ally and she’s still willing to help us.”

“She’s delirious with a fever, Tommy. If she dies we have nothing. Luca will blame us. Worse he could tell the Sabinis we killed her,” Polly pointed out.

Tommy stood and looked out the window, reassuring himself more than his aunt as he spoke. “It won’t come to that. I have the best doctor in London tending to her.” Turning back to face Polly he added with conviction, “She will be well.”

“And then?” Polly asked, wanting to know what her nephew might be planning to finish off the Italians.

“We use whatever intelligence she provides to move against the Changrettas so I can kill Luca,” he said with finality. 

Exasperated with his tone of invincibility Polly attempted to reason with her nephew. “You think behind every chance there’s another? You can’t keep putting your life at risk, Tommy.”

“Then we use the bloody Golds if we have to this time,” Tommy said, thinking on his feet.

“And what of Arthur, hmm? Have you convinced him? He isn’t as pragmatic about these things as I am,” Polly countered. Tommy crossed to the bar to make himself a drink, shaking his head slightly as he walked. She knew it was a concern for him as well, Arthur’s recent mental instability a liability to all of them.

The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire and the clink of the glassware as Tommy thought for a moment. “If he wants to survive this war, he’ll have to trust me,” he said, staring into his glass.

“Like Michael and John?” Polly asked, unable to allow the barb to stay concealed. She too was struggling to follow Tommy’s rapidly changing orders these days.

“Careful, Pol,” Tommy warned in a low voice, before downing his drink in one gulp.

Polly pushed off the desk slowly, heels clicking against the hardwood floor before coming to a stop by the door. “I might say the same to you. You’re the one harboring the enemy. Keep an eye on her,” she shot back as she walked out on him. 

—————————

Tommy’s dinner tray had been carried from the study untouched, thoughts of Aurora’s well-being driving him to distraction. He hadn’t read any of the paperwork on his desk since the doctor left late that afternoon, preferring to sit by the fire and think with whisky in hand. Although he had been assured her recovery was progressing, he hadn’t actually seen her in days. He’d deliberately kept away to reduce her stress, but he couldn’t wait any longer to speak with her.

Tommy leaned against the doorframe watching a maid remove a basin and cloth from Aurora’s room. “Good evening, Mr. Shelby,” she said as she passed him. He nodded a silent greeting in return, allowing her to pass. In the low light he couldn’t make out if Aurora were awake or asleep. Clearing his throat to announce his presence, he waited for acknowledgment. Aurora startled briefly before turning toward the sound. “Tommy?” she asked, squinting up at him.

“‘M sorry. Did I wake you?” he asked in a voice befitting the quiet evening hours. 

“No, you can come in,” she said softly, easing herself up onto her elbow before gathering the duvet to her chest protectively. Her demeanor was much gentler than before, the pain and anxiety of earlier days having subsided considerably. 

Tommy carried a small chair to sit by her bedside, noting, “You’re looking well. ” 

“Well, the medicine has helped and the unlocked door,” she said appreciatively. Staring at the cigarette in his hand she added, “I’d feel even better if I was allowed one of those.”

Tommy rummaged through his pockets for his cigarette case and offered it to her, watching her slender fingers select the one she wanted. She gracefully placed it between her lips and Tommy leaned in to light it for her, covering the flame with his hand as he watched her hazel eyes slip closed with the first deep intake of smoke. As he discarded the items on the bedside table, he found himself mesmerized by her silent enjoyment of the small pleasure, a hint of a smile curling the corners of her lips as she relaxed into the pillows. 

“So what does your family think about you hiding a fucking guinea in your house?” Aurora asked with a laugh.

Tommy bit the inside of his cheek before breaking out into a smile. “They think I’m insane,” he conceded.

“That’s what I thought,” she giggled and Tommy wondered if she hadn’t had too much morphine.

“I know what you think about me, that I’m crazy and impulsive, but my father trusts me with his business affairs and everything that entails,” Aurora said, turning serious. “I understand what it means to send men to their death. We’ve had too much of it here in fact,” she said looking Tommy in the eye so closely he thought she might be seeing into his soul. 

“And what do you propose now?” Tommy asked, lighting another cigarette and taking a long drag. 

“I’m not sure yet to be honest. Luca is becoming more paranoid these days. He’s not as easy to fool,” she said with a heavy sigh. 

“We have surveillance on his hotel so we know when he moves and where he goes. That should be of some help,” Tommy offered, flicking ash into the tray. 

Aurora nodded thoughtfully. “You should know that Darby is watching you as well,” she said, eyes shifting to a spot on the wall, guilt overwhelming her suddenly.

Tommy leaned forward to capture her hand in his, reassuring her with a gentle squeeze. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, eh?”

She nodded thoughtfully before extinguishing her cigarette. Hiding her face in her hand, she couldn’t help the overwhelming emotion that coursed through her at the thought of Luca’s brutality after the failed attempt on Tommy’s life. “I’m sorry about your brother,” Aurora whispered.

Tommy loosened his grip on her hand, but didn’t move away entirely. Aurora swore she felt him shake slightly before he replied, “It wasn’t your fault.” 

“Wasn’t it?” she asked bitterly. “I knew my father would give the order because Luca asked him to do it," she admitted. "So, you see, I'm also to blame because I did nothing to stop it."

Tommy dropped her hand in shock, searching her eyes for a note of sincerity and finding it instantly. “Why are you telling me this now?” he asked, cool blue eyes icing over. 

“Perhaps because I know how much you want Luca to suffer in return. Because you need my indignation to aid yours,” she said earnestly.

“I don’t deny it,” Tommy said, looking down at the floor. “But I know you weren’t capable of standing up to him,” he acknowledged, the information from the doctor’s visit replaying in his mind.

Aurora moved to strike him before suffering a deep pain in her chest and recoiling. "How dare you!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "I'm a Sabini. I'm anything but weak!"

Without mincing words, Tommy came to the point. He didn’t do it to humiliate Aurora, but to show her he understood her predicament. “Dr. Miller said you’ve recently suffered a miscarriage,” he revealed.

Aurora’s eyes shut suddenly, fingertips pressed into the sockets as she wondered how much she could keep contained. With a shaky breath, she exhaled slowly, a confession upon her lips she could scarcely bring herself to say. “It wasn’t a miscarriage. It was an abortion,” she whispered, biting her lower lip to keep it from trembling. “I couldn’t have his child,” she admitted, looking down at the large emerald on her right hand.

Tommy sat in stunned silence as he watched Aurora cradle her knees close to her body. “He's your husband. Why would you do something like that?” he asked with a shake of his head.

Aurora looked away, conscious of the guilt Tommy’s words carried. In slow, meandering speech she attempted to explain, though she didn’t expect him to understand or sympathize. “A year ago we were expecting our first child," she began, voice cracking with emotion. "I told myself, if it's a boy, we'll call him Vicente after Luca's papa and he'll be so happy." Her eyes darted across the ceiling, tears welling at her lash line and glistening in the low light. "I couldn’t wait to tell Luca,” she said with a hint of a smile at the memory. She allowed her fingers to trace over the diamonds of her ring, counting the stones as she often did to calm herself.

But her face soon fell as she revisited the memory she'd tried to suppress, darkness overtaking her. Her lower lip quivered with grief as she recounted, “We didn't fight as much in those days, but one evening..." her voice broke in a sob as she tried to continue. Through tears she sniffed, “He wasn't himself...the man I married wasn't there at all." She shifted uncomfortably in the bed, eyes darting toward Tommy who sat motionless at her side, cigarette burning down to a stub at his fingertips as he listened intently.

"It was the first time he used his fists," she admitted, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I don't remember much after that, but when I woke up, I was bleeding." She licked her parched lips, nodding her head slowly. "I knew the baby was gone." Through a series of labored breaths, she composed herself adding, “I vowed then, I would never bring another child of his into this world.” 

Tommy couldn’t comprehend the strength of her form, chin raised high despite the demoralizing truth she'd shared with him. His jaw clenched tightly as he extinguished his cigarette, waiting for the smoke at her bedside to clear so he might look her in the eye directly for what he had to say. The low rumble of his voice issued forth with determination. “Aurora, listen to me. We can help each other now. We’ll do whatever it takes to find your husband,” he promised. “Then we’re going to kill him."

Aurora’s only reply was a slow nod of her head, pain stricken hazel eyes meeting the flash of fury in his icy blue irises. It was the only response he received before she retreated back into herself, dark curls falling in curtains around her face to hide her tear stained cheeks. Tommy ran a hand through his hair as his thoughts of revenge returned, then slowly slipped away into the darkness of the hallway.

*The Changretta Calls Part 4 happens here*

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[a-common-enemy-story]

A Common Enemy

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 - 𝓡𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼

Theoden had the king pinned to his chair, staring him down. Dante tried to keep quiet, not say anything. How does Theoden know about the spell book?

“Gaudium, look down on me,” he whispers under his breath, closing his eyes, shaking. Tristien giggles and leans back in his chair.

“Don’t pray to whatever god you’re asking for help from,” Theoden says coldly. “Nothing can save you right now. I’m the only god you should ever pray to.”

He grabs Dante’s cloak and attempts to rip it off. Dante squirms and struggles, his chair tilting back, him landing on the floor with a thud. His legs go over his head and he rolls back and onto his stomach. He stumbles to his feet, adjusting his robes. "Theoden-!" Dante tries, holding up his hands. "Pl-Please don't-!"

Theoden glances back at Tristien, who just snickers. He then looks back to Dante, kicking the chair aside. "Come nowww. Why must we be so secretive, 'friend'?" At the final word, Theoden thrusts his fist toward Dante, a violet red flare shooting out into a beam, lasering through his robes, leaving a smoldering hole.

"Ah-" Dante pauses before attempting to run off, Tristien bursting out into laughter as he watched Theoden chase after him. Theoden sent after beam of power in the direction of the prince, Dante dodging it.

Magic, please, please, please! I need you! Dante thinks, staring at his hands as he runs, jumping as a laser shoots at his feet, the floor exploding under him, causing him to collapse.

He tightly closes his eyes and tries so, so hard to channel his magic. He can feel his forehead try to open up, to see, but it just won't. Just as it peeks through, there's the flash of a destroyed carriage, blood, and it immediately shuts down. He must remain unseen.

He looks up and there stood the dark haired king, blurry and unfocused, yet powerful. He reaches down into the downfallen king's robes, pulling out the red book, a glass eyeball in the center with black metal frames around the case.

Dante watches helplessly and lays his head back onto the floor in defeat, Theoden opening the book and flipping through it, seeing the names of different kings before reaching the section on Dante. "Hmm.. saving a civilian, stopping a criminal, mhm, mhm.. oh?" He stops on a page, an earlier spell, running his hand over the page. "Hey, Tristien!"

The king's advisor was leaning against the doorway. "What is it, my king?"

"When did the last king and queen die?"

"Oh, I believe it was 7 years ago. Late evening, if I'm not mistaken."

"I see. What stage of the moon was it in?"

"New moon."

Theoden nods, Dante watching in horror, covering his face. "Stop," he pleads sadly.

Theoden looks down at the page. 7 years ago, 7:39 pm, new moon. He traces a finger along the text and he blinks, a flash of light before he's met with darkness.

••••

"Open my third eye," Dante whispers, painting a circle over and over again with red paint on his fingers. "That's all I need to access all the magic in the world.." He tightens his hand into a fist, the paint smearing into the palm of his hand.

"I'm not like you, dad. I'm not powerful."

He stands and kicks the canvas aside. Nothing worked. He traces the paint over his forehead, his hair sticking to it and he closes his eyes. Shadows, taking a step through. Him, managing that? Ya, right.

"You can do it, Dante. You just need to not care what others think. That's how you reach true freedom."

What crazy words! How can one reach such enlightenment. His father is just something else. Something he can never be. And it wasn't fair!

He feels himself become drenched in sweat, magic flowing through his veins, the darkness puffing up in plumes of smoke. No one ever thought of him, anyway. That was the only time his magic was ever useful!

He jams his fingers into his forehead, staining it more with red paint. He's not good enough!

Shadows sense his feeling of inadequacy, his resentment, his fear of never living up to the expectations. His father. It all traces back to his father, putting too much pressure on him. That's how Dante saw it. Dante would never be like his father and he hated himself for it.

Shadows travelling the earth, searching the soils. Open his third eye? What a joke.

"I hope Dante will be able to come through," he hears his father's voice. "He has so much potential. If only he saw it."

But before Dante could stop himself, the shadows surged forward, like the hand of a monster, a monster that is his son, crashing into the carriage, sending it into a tree, snuffing the life of those who care about him.

The magic left him and Dante fell to the floor, his body drenched in sweat. He opened his third eye. But what has he done?

[iamvegorott]

Ink Month 2024 Day 2

Sleep Deprivation - Marvelsepticeye

Marvin hummed in thought when he peeked into Jackie’s room but didn’t see him there. He could have sworn he heard him come home earlier. Had he been mistaken? 

“Have you seen Jackie?” Marvin asked Chase when they crossed paths in the hallway. 

“I thought he was still on his patrol?” Chase asked back.

“I thought I heard him come in.”

“There’s always some noise happening in this place. But if Jackie's back, he's only got so many places to hide.” 

“That’s fair.” Marvin clicked his tongue. “If he’s not back yet, I’m hunting down.” 

“I’d gladly join you if you do.” Chase gave a little two-finger salute to Marvin as he walked off, seeing Henrik at the end of the hall. Marvin waved to the other Septiceyes and went in the other direction. 

“Not in his room, I just came from my own…” Marvin said his listing out loud, going into the kitchen next. “Not getting a snack.” He continued and went to the living room. “Found him.”

Jackie was sitting on the couch, his elbow lying across the back of it, propping his head up. His mask sat beside him, and his phone was on the floor. The other hand showed that it had fallen out of it. He was fast asleep, and it likely happened while sending a text. 

Marvin slowly went to Jackie, crouching and running a hand through his messy hair, noting that he needed a haircut. The poor hero had been working beyond overtime lately, and the dark bags under his eyes hinted at how little sleep he had been getting. 

“Oh, Jackie.” Marvin sighed, hand moving to cup Jackie’s face, thumb rubbing his cheek. “Your heart is just too big for you.” 

“Huh?” Jackie's eyes fluttered as he started straightening up. “Wha-Where?” He blinked a few times, looking around, and eventually, his sight focused on Marvin. “Hey, babe, what’s up?” 

“You fell asleep on the couch. You should go to bed” 

“Nah, nah, I have stuff to do.”  

“No, you don’t.” Marvin placed his hands on Jackie’s shoulders, preventing him from getting up yet. “When was the last time you got some proper sleep?”

“I…um…” Jackie chewed his lip, unable to come up with anything since he couldn’t lie to Marvin.

“We’re going to bed.”

“We?”

“Yes, we. I’m tucking you into bed and laying on top of you so you can’t leave.” Marvin tugged on Jackie’s hoodie and made him stand up.

“But it’s really early.” Jackie’s protest was weak as he walked with Marvin to his bedroom. 

“I’ll grab one of my books. But you need to relax and catch up on the sleep you’ve been neglecting.” Marvin was now tugging on the hoodie to get it off Jackie’s body, taking his shirt along with it. “Shoes.” He instructed while he took care of his own.

“I’m not getting a choice, am I?” Jackie chuckled, kicking his shoes off. 

“Not at all,” Marvin stated, changing into some more sleep-appropriate clothing. Jackie was now just in his sweatpants, so he was fine. “In the bed.” He pointed with one hand while the other glowed with a green hue, using magic to make a book float over and rest on the bedside table. 

“Is there any way I could talk myself out of this?” Jackie joked with a weak grin.

“Jackieboyman, get in that bed and lay down.” Marvin’s ‘stern voice’ was exaggerated, and he had a hint of a smile. 

“Okay, okay, yes, sir.” Jackie laughed and crawled into the bed. 

“That’s what I thought.” Marvin playfully huffed, grabbing the TV remote before getting into the bed as well. “I give you until the intro to the show is over before you’re out cold.” He gave Jackie the remote and got himself comfortable. With a satisfied sigh, Marvin laid on his back, at a bit of an angle to tuck himself against Jackie’s side, resting his head on his chest, and then, with the snap of his fingers, his book appeared in his hands. 

“I’d give me at least an episode. I feel awake now.” Jackie pressed play and set the remote aside. 

“Five minutes at most.” Marvin smiled and decided to watch some of the show with Jackie. 

And as if Marvin could predict the future, Jackie was lightly snoring by the time the show’s intro finished. 

“Told you.” Marvin sang to himself, smiling as he opened his book and began to read. 

[kueble]

Pleasantly Sore

Happy Monster March! I'm doing a little challenge with a few friends and wrote this for the prompt: Werewolf. The challenge was to keep it under 1k, so enjoy a bit of post-sex cuddling.

Mature, Warnings: Werewolf Geralt, Knotting, buckets of come. 600 words.

Geralt/Jaskier

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Jaskier tries to catch his breath, but he’s just had three extremely intense orgasms, the last one rushing through him when Geralt's knot popped past his rim. As he gasps for air, he can feel another pulse of come filling him, and he whines deep in his chest. Geralt lets out a noise that could be mistaken for a purr if he didn't keep insisting wolves don't purr. He looks up at Jaskier , his golden eyes glowing in the darkness surrounding them, and then licks his cheek sloppily.

Jaskier laughs at this before reaching down to rub him behind the ears. Geralt pushes against his hand, his tongue hanging out as he pants in puffs of hot air against Jaskier’s flushed face. He can't help leaning down and kissing Geralt’s nose, smiling as the werewolf hums at him. It comes out as a soft growl, but Jaskier is an excellent werewolf translator.

Geralt closes his eyes, probably exhausted after a night of running around the forest followed by hours of fucking. It only took a couple of months after he was cursed for the pair to figure out sex is the best way to calm him down on the night of a full moon. He usually passes out after he hits his limit, which is what's happening now.

Because Geralt is forever mistaking himself for a burden Jaskier is forced to put up with, he assumed Jaskier was forced into fucking him and tried to put a stop to it. After Jaskier very thoroughly explained how amazing it was to be opened up with a wet, rough tongue and then practically fucked through the forest floor, Geralt finally believed him. The only compromise they agreed to was that Jaskier would finger himself open so there was no chance of Geralt’s obscenely large cock hurting him. As if Jaskier wasn’t gagging for it each and every time.

Thankfully it turns out that riding his own oiled fingers while his werewolf waits for the chance to mount him is so ridiculously hot that Jaskier doesn’t miss the delicious burn of their first time.

At the moment, the fire has burnt down to coals, but the summer night is warm enough that Jaskier won't bother getting dressed again. Besides, he has his own personal heater sprawled out beneath him. He buries his face in the crook of Geralt’s neck and sighs into his soft fur. Geralt’s breathing has evened out, and he knows his lover is already deep asleep. He won't wake until well into the next morning, so Jaskier just lets his body melt against him, getting comfortable for the night.

Another wave of come pumps inside of him, and Jaskier whimpers at how fucking full he feels. Enough time has passed that this might be the end of it, and Geralt doesn't even wake even now. His belly feels tight as it presses into Geralt’s body, and he knows from experience that it looks swollen and round. Soon his knot will go down and his softening cock will slip out of Jaskier, allowing him to sleep as well.

His body is pleasantly sore in the way one gets after hours of lovemaking, and Jaskier lives for nights like this. Sure, Geralt can shift at will at this point, but he is always the wildest when the moon is full. Tomorrow he will wake covered in scratches and with dried come coating his thighs, but they're both badges he wears with pride. Jaskier feels Geralt’s prick begin to soften and allows his eyes to close, finally allowing sleep to wash over him.

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[jannah1721]

A vampire Story

Disclaimer: This is purely fictional and is only a product of my imagination. This is a Toey X Everyone Vampire AU from We Are The Series.

EXORDIUM

“Uncle Tay! Are you alright?”

Toey crouches down to where his uncle just fell down, worry visible on his face. He carried the older man to sit on the sofa nearest to him before he proceeds to inspect his uncle’s physical condition to make sure that there are no injuries. However, he noticed that his uncle feels a bit warm.

“Uncle, you have a fever! Please go home and take a rest. I can take care of the shop”.

“But this bouquet needs to be delivered today…”, Uncle Tay points to a bouquet of burgundy roses that fell on the floor together with him just now.

Toey quickly grabs the bouquet before facing his uncle again, “Don’t worry, uncle! I will have this delivered in no time! For now, let me take you back to your house next door. I’ll deliver the flowers afterwards and buy you a porridge on my way back, ok?”

PUN

Toey arrived at the address of the recipient. He rings the bell on the gate once and is immediately greeted by a cheerful young lad.

“It’s usually Uncle Tay who sent the flowers”, the man tries to strike a conversation with Toey while signing the receipt.

“Ahh Uncle Tay caught a fever today so I went on his stead”, Toey explains.

The man takes both of Toey’s hands in his, surprising Toey, and stares at Toey’s face with his big eyes. “Ohh that’s unfortunate. Wishing him speedy recovery. Thank you for the delivery. I’m Pun. And you?”

“Toey”.

“Toey! Hope to see you again!”

Toey watches Pun’s disappearing figure as the gate closes.

CHAIN

Tay Florist receives a similar order from the same resident the next week.

“Mr. Phum? When did he start being your regular customer, Uncle Tay?”, Toey inquires, in curiosity.

“Ahh it’s been a while. 2-3 years ago, if I’m not mistaken. In the beginning, he used to buy the flowers in person. A fine man, trying to woo the love of his life. He started opting for deliveries after he managed to win the heart of the recipient of the roses. It has always been burgundy roses. Which symbolizes commitment, gratitude and loyalty. The last time I saw him, he told me that they started to live together. Ahh the fact that he still ordering from this shop till now means that their relationship is going well. I missed seeing him in person though”.

“Wahh such a beautiful story”, said Toey in awe. “Couple goals!”

Uncle Tay chuckles and put a bouquet of burgundy roses that he just finished wrapping, onto Toey’s hands. “Here, please deliver this to Mr. Phum’s residence. I hope you still remember the way?”

“Yes, I do. I’ll be going now. Will be back soon!”

It takes about half an hour from the florist to Mr. Phum’s residence by motorcycle. On the way there, it started pouring.

Toey rings the bell on the gate. He wasn’t greeted by Pun this time. Instead, he heard a voice asking who he is from the intercom’s speaker, that is also, after he rings the bell for the third time. After confirming that Toey is there to deliver the roses, the gate automatically opens and he is instructed to enter. He rushes towards the front door of the big house, where a man who looks slightly older than him, opens the door.

“I’m very sorry that you had to wait in this rain! Our caretaker is pretty occupied right now. Thankfully I heard the bell”, the man explains, apologetically.

To be honest, Toey was feeling a little displeased but he understands that things happen. What is needed is just an apology, which he already received.

“It’s alright, I understand. Your signature, please”. Toey hands the receipt to the man.

Instead of taking the receipt, the man reaches out to hold Toey’s right hand, which is used to hand the receipt. Toey gasps. He looks up at the man’s face. Toey thought that the man is attractive. He feels like there’s a magnetic force between them. Which tries to pull Toey towards the man. Toey desires…to get closer…

“Toey!”

Pun throws himself onto Toey, giving Toey a bear hug. Toey wakes up from the…”trance”…

“Nice seeing you again! Ahh let me introduce you! This guy here is Chain. He’s a medic student! Chain, this is Toey! The one that I told you about!”

The guy, Chain, nods in acknowledgement. “Ahh! Hello, Toey. Nice to finally meet you”.

Toey doesn’t show it, but he feels a little uncomfortable and awkward, after what happened between him and Chain just now, and also, wondering what about him that Pun told Chain about.

“Nice to meet you too, Chain”.

Pun quickly signs the receipt and takes the bouquet.

“For your information, I’m the caretaker of this residence. Umm…This might be a weird request. Say, Toey. Do you mind to work here during this summer vacation? I need help with managing the residence at this time. You don’t have to worry about foods and we will provide you a room here for you to stay for free! I know I sounds desperate. I really don’t know who else I can ask. If you agree, we can discuss this with Phum. He pays well, no worries!”

Toey is bewildered by the sudden request. “Umm but I have to ask for Uncle Tay’s permission first…”

“Phum will call Uncle Tay regarding this matter, is that ok?”, Pun excitedly proposed, ignoring Toey’s discomfort.

“Umm…let me think about it, yeah?”

“Yay! Sure!”

“Toey, Mr. Phum personally requested you to work for him as a caretaker at his residence this summer vacation. He called me just now. He agreed to pay you 300,000baht for this 3-weeks period. Do you want to take up the offer?”

Toey chokes on his breakfast. 300,000baht? For real?

“Are YOU ok with that? He is asking for someone else’s employee to work for him”, Toey retaliates.

His uncle lets out a light laugh. “I don’t mind, my dear. He’s paying you way more than I could afford to pay you. Plus, I know he’s a good man. You will learn a lot living there. It’s good to have a change in routine during this holiday. Go ahead, Toey. I’ll be happy if you accept this offer”.

“Fine”. Toey is determined to fulfill his uncle’s wish.

PHUM’S RESIDENCE

“Everyone, Nong Toey will be staying here till the end of summer holidays as our caretaker. Pun, kindly brief him on things to do and everyone else, please be kind to Nong Toey”.

Toey’s thought upon meeting Phum for the first time was…the man is so charismatic. He wishes to be as cool as and successful as Phum. Finding out that Phum is just two years older than him, he was amazed that Phum owned the residence at such a young age.

“Meet my fiancé, Peem”.

Peem, on the other hand, is such a graceful creature, Toey thought. He admires how soft spoken and warm-hearted Phum’s fiancé is, as Peem welcome him with a delicious chocolate cupcake.

Toey was soon introduced to the rest of the tenants. Pun and Chain, whom he already known. Fang, Phum’s older brother. Tan, Fang’s lover, who frequently visits the residence and sometimes staying over. Phum also mentioned another resident named Q, who was not in attendance during Toey’s arrival as the man was having his artworks showcased in another city. Apparently, Q is a painter. Phum told Toey that he can expect to meet Q perhaps by tomorrow.

“Pun, did Mr. Phum rent the rooms in this residence?”

Pun snickers. “Well, you could say it like that but we are all actually Peem’s friends! Me, Chain, Tan and Q! Tan doesn’t live here but you would see his face here almost every day. If he stays over, he’ll be in Fang’s room. Chain and Q move here as this residence is closer to the university. Phum of course offered to stay for free, but both of them insisted that they should pay rent, at least. As for me, I am being paid by Phum as I decided to be the caretaker here��.

Pun was showing Toey around. Phum’s residence has 3 floors in total. Phum and Peem’s room is on the highest floor, Fang’s room on the second floor, while Pun, Chain and Q’s rooms are all on the first floor. Toey is given the room next to Fang’s on the second floor. There is currently an empty guest room on the ground floor, which was often used by Phum’s friends named Beer and Mick, whenever the two men stayed over, usually to finish up university assignments. Now that it’s the semester break, the two friends went back to their respective home town, according to Pun.

Pun and Toey are now in Toey’s new room. The room is painted in dark blue color, Toey’s favorite. “I like the room. It’s cozy”, Toey sits down at the edge of the bed, feeling the soft, gray luxury silk duvet with his hands.

Pun clears his throat. “Nong Toey, I have a serious question to ask you”.

Toey’s smile falters a little in a worry. Yet he gently nods, a cue for Pun to proceed.

“Did you ever encounter any vampires before?”

Toey blinks. “Umm…yeah, I did. Even though their population is not that much but I know that some do live around us. I never had a negative experience like being attacked before though. Thankfully, the vampires that I encountered…they all have self-control…Is what I would like to believe”.

“I see. Do you have any charms on you?”

“To keep vampires away? I did have this charm that my parents gave me few years back. But since I live in a safe neighborhood where no vampires are known to be living there, I rarely wear it. I usually just keep it in my bag”, Toey rummages through his backpack and lets out a hexagon-shaped charm necklace with a rose engraved on it to show to Pun. Pun inspects the necklace carefully.

“Hmm…this charm of yours is already weak. It needs new holy recitation and to be run through the holy water to revive its power. It’s ok. For now, you can wear this one!”, Pun gives Toey an oval-shaped, golden colored charm necklace with a symbol of what looks like a sun on it. “Please wear it all the time, at least when you are working inside or around this residence”.

Toey tilts his head, a confused expression on his face. Pun answers Toey’s silent question. “Because aside from me and you, the rest are all vampires”.

PUN (II)

It is Toey’s second day at Phum’s residence. After breakfast, he runs down the mental notes of Pun’s instructions: in the morning, they will start by beautifying the garden outside. After lunch, they will start cleaning inside the house. Cleaning the tenants’ rooms will only start at 3pm since most vampires sleep after the sun rises. They don’t need to prepare any meals as vampires only need blood to survive. Toey was astonished yesterday, when Pun showed him what is inside the cabinets in the kitchen. He also realized that they are all cold cabinets, like a refrigerator, set at 4 degrees Celsius. For the storage of packets of blood, divided by types. There are mostly animal blood and some human blood. The stocks of blood from the blood bank are usually delivered on Wednesdays. At one corner of the kitchen though, there are some rice, bread, instant foods, snacks and some ingredients for cooking, which obviously belong to Pun. However, the ingredients for baking – they are Peem’s. Surprisingly, Peem loves baking.

“Have you ever get bitten by your vampire friends before, Pun?”, Toey inquires, in the middle of cutting some stems for propagating the plants.

“Lots of times. But I make it clear that I don’t want them to make it a habit. I wear strong charms, so most of the time, it’s not possible for them to bite me. I offered myself, but only during special occasions or critical conditions”.

“I see. I’m very curious. How did you stay this long with your vampire friends?”

“You see, nong. Biologically, they might be different from us humans. However, they still do have emotions, feelings and even changes in moods. These things that connect and bind people together – they have them. They also have interests and hobbies, just like us. They have their favorite sports and video games – just like us. We shared feelings, being vulnerable, seeking to understand each other and putting our trust…Ended up with this fulfilling and meaningful friendship”.

Even though Toey is not looking at Pun, he can hear smile in Pun’s words.

Toey smiles as well. He looks up at Pun in admiration. Then he turns his body facing Pun and can’t help but to ask, “So…how does it feel to be bitten?”

Pun gives him a sly leer. “Hmm, so curious, aren’t you? Let’s see…The experience differs with different vampires but for sure, before you get bitten, you will feel a certain kind of…attraction…if I may say that…Because the way vampires get to bit you is to lure you to them so you will definitely feel like something is pulling you towards them. Sometimes you will be aware of it and sometimes you don’t”.

Toey recalls that day he first met Chain. He remembered the pulling sensation, as well as how his mind got hazy all of a sudden. He shivers, thinking that Chain was probably trying to bite him that time.

Pun crosses his arms, then gently rubs his own shoulders with his hands, as if hugging himself - presumably reminiscing the feeling of getting his blood sucked by a vampire. He closes his eyes before he continues, “Once the vampire’s fangs are inside your neck, you don’t really feel pain….It does stings a bit in the beginning but in no time, you will be overwhelmed by…a euphoric rush…Your pleasure receptors felt stimulating…Uhh…”

“I see! Umm…thank you for the explanation!”, Toey shouts, red blush appears on his cheeks. Toey was focused on Pun’s facial expression the whole time. He was a little embarrassed seeing Pun’s look of ecstasy. Although there is another thing that makes him curious now: who is in Pun’s mind?

Q

Toey and Pun just finished mowing the lawn and currently heading back inside the residence to clean themselves first before lunch.

“Toey, Phum bought some toiletries for your room. I forgot to bring them to your room yesterday. So come by my room first!”

“That’s so sweet of Mr. Phum. He gives the best hospitality”. He silently praised the owner of the residence in his head. He has increasing respect for the man as well.

The second and the middle room from the stairs on the first floor, is Pun’s room. The room nearest to the staircase belongs to Chain. Toey spotted a “DO NOT DISTURB” label hanging on the doorknob of Chain’s door when they passed by. Toey grins by himself, thinking how interesting his days will be, surrounded by various kinds of characters.

“Just go straight to the kitchen when you’re done. I’m cooking fried rice! Are you ok with that?”, Pun asks, while handing Toey a basket of luxury hygiene products.

“OK! See you later!”

Pun gives a small wave and closes the door.

Toey notices that the room at the end of the hallway, next to Pun’s, had the door open wide. Instead of heading towards the stairs, he starts walking to the other side, to the room which supposedly belongs to Q. Toey peeks inside. What he sees, is fascinating. The room is full of beautiful, soul-stirring (at least in Toey’s POV) paintings on canvas. The room is undoubtedly messy, with the brushes and other painting tools scattered all over the floor, on the desk, on the nightstand, yet it is spotlessly clean. A single painting placed near the balcony catches his eyes. He sets down the basket of hygiene products on the floor, so he can have a closer look and admire the painting: A side profile of who Toey assumed to be a man because of the hair, taken a little from the back, so the face can’t be seen clearly. The man is leaning back on a round daybed, with a stunning view of mountains and ocean. Toey analyzes other details in the painting and come to a conclusion that it might be at some resort. At the bottom right of the painting, is a scribble of words.

The moon is sinking again today

The vibrant canaries singing melodiously

The scent of love getting near

The beauty untouched – hope to see you again

Q Nirandon

It seems that Q is not only good in painting but he seems to also be quite a poet. No wonder Phum called him “Maestro Q”.

This painting is mysterious and the poem somehow affected him in a way that he felt loved. Toey likes it. He is eager to meet this artist face to face. He believes that Q must be someone endearing; a darling sweetheart.

For a while, Toey has forgotten that he is CURRENTLY INSIDE Q’s room. But there’s no Q in sight and the room is dead silent. The fact that the door was open means that Q must have already been back home from the showcase. Toey turns his head towards the door leading to the bathroom. It was left ajar. Toey pushes the door open.

Toey only sees a pair of pale legs hanging at the edge of the bathtub. On instinct, he rushes towards the bathtub, finding a man with both eyes closed, crossing his arms, underwater. Toey panics. He roughly grabs both the man’s shoulders, getting the man’s head out from the bathtub and propping him into a sitting position.

“Hey! Are you ok? Can you hear me? Wake up!”

Toey lightly slaps the man’s cheeks in hopes that the man would wake up. The coldness of the man’s skin upon Toey’s touch, creates more panic in him.

A hand grabs Toey’s right arm, stopping his actions. Toey finds himself staring deep into Q’s sharp, hazel eyes. Oh yeah, Toey forgot. Toey was imagining a worst-case scenario; an accident; of falling asleep in the bath. Toey forgot, that Q is a vampire. Toey forgot, that vampires don’t breathe the same way humans do. Toey forgot, vampires can survive underwater. Q harshly pulls the same arm, and Toey ends up falling into the bathtub.

Despite the cold water, Toey is currently feeling the heat as he realized the position he’s in. He had his back facing Q, trapped in Q’s arms, the man is breathing down his neck and most importantly, Q is half naked, with only boxers on. They stay in that position for quite some time. Toey is speechless and Q seems to enjoy smelling the poor human.

“I’m hungry”, Q breaks the silence. Toey swears he can hear the loud thumping of his chest. He’s feeling the tingles, hearing the man’s deep voice.

“Uhh…I’ll get you your meal in a bit! What do you prefer? The animal blood or the human blood?”, Toey’s voice went a pitch higher due to nervousness (and shyness). He tries to free himself but Q embraces him tighter.

Q whispers into Toey’s ear, “Remove the charm”.

The charm, is what saving Toey from being bitten and hypnotized by Q.

“Don’t worry, I won’t suck you dry. It won’t hurt. I’ll make sure I’ll make you feel good…”, Q further persuade, his voice going lower with each sentence.

Toey is thrashing his body around, left and right, visibly struggling to free himself now. “Please, let me go!”

The man behind him further strengthens his hold, also refusing to give up. “You came to me yourself, with a delicious smell. Now you want to leave without giving me a taste? You’re torturing me”.

Something inside Toey snaps hearing those words. Q made it sounds like Toey is simply a source of nutrition. It upsets him to be looked at that way. He doesn’t know where the energy came from but finally, he is able to break away from Q’s grip, jumping out of the bathtub. Thankfully, Q remain in his place and doesn’t continue hunting for Toey.

Toey can finally take a good look at his captor’s face. Epicanthic fold eyes, pretty Greek nose, gorgeous freckles, firm jaw, red luscious lips. Toey’s breathe stuck in his throat. Q is absolutely stunning; highly attractive. He is an art himself, says Toey in his mind.

“I’ll get you some packets of blood soon”.

Toey runs out of the room in his drenched clothes, which he doesn’t realized until he arrived into his room. He doesn’t even realize that he ran across Pun, who just came out of his room, shouting Toey’s name when he saw the trails of water Toey left behind. Pun looks at the direction Toey came from. Q’s room. He shakes his head.

“Poor boy. I have to remind him to be cautious around Q and Chain. Those two are pretty voracious”.

When Q gets out of his bathroom, his eyes focus on something unfamiliar on the floor near his painting. Dark blue colored basket. Toey left Phum’s gifts for him in Q’s bedroom.

FANG

Toey arrives at the kitchen in fresh clothes after about 10 minutes. Pun is nearly done with the cooking.

“You don’t have to go back to Q’s. I already sent his lunch over”, Pun announces, while cracking an egg onto the heated pan.

Today’s lunch consists of TomYum fried rice with sunny side up eggs and sausages. Pun interrogates Toey regarding what happened inside Q’s room over lunch. He is pretty entertained by Toey’s story.

“Q might look like a Romeo on the surface and he may act like one. In reality, he’s more like Tybalt. Hot-headed, argumentative, brash and strong-willed. But perhaps those traits are what caused him to be known as the Maestro. I should’ve warned you about him. But now that you already met him, you know what you have to put up with”. Pun winks at him. Toey lets out a sigh.

After lunch, they both start cleaning the hallways and the common rooms from the ground floor up to the 3rd floor. They finished a little past 3pm and both of them decided to split up cleaning the tenants’ rooms next. Today, Toey is in charge of cleaning Fang and Phum/Peem’s rooms.

Toey knocks on Fang’s door. “Mr. Fang, is it ok for me to come in and clean your room?”

It doesn’t take long for the door to open. Toey is greeted by another shock of the day. Fang opens the door, just in shorts, a sexy case of bed hair and love bites all over his neck and chest. His lover, Tan, probably also half naked, can be seen still sleeping with one of his arms hanging down the bed. Toey is sure that his face must be as red as a tomato right now.

“Uhh…uhh…I’m sorry! I can…I can go clean Mr. Phum’s room first!”, Toey stumbles on his words, trying to look at anywhere but the provocative man in front of him.

Toey hears Fang’s laugh. “It’s ok, Nong. Give me 5 minutes”.

From behind the door, Toey can hear Fang telling Tan to wake up. He is standing frozen, still processing what he just saw.

Two figures emerge from the room, now fully clothed in their cozy loungewear.

“Go ahead, Nong. We’ll be at the library upstairs. Do inform us when you’re done”, Fang instructs.

“Sure, Mr. Fang”. Toey still can’t meet Fang’s eyes as the scene just now keeps replaying in his head.

Fang’s room is pretty organized. Paper works stack neatly on the working table, cosmetic products lined up on the vanity desk, ebony-stained open shelves which are filled with books and other decorations such as vases and crystals. The room is painted in dark purple, a color that suits the man, Toey thought. All in all, Fang seems to be someone who dislikes untidiness so cleaning his room doesn’t demand lots of energy from Toey.

Bedroom area – Done.

Bathroom – Done.

Only left with cleaning the balcony. The sky is clear today, and Toey is slightly distracted by a flying eagle hunting its prey. He leans his body on the guard railing, zero in on the eagle.

“And like a thunderbolt, he falls”.

Toey jumps in surprised. Fang’s face is too close. Too close that if Toey move just an inch forward, he will be able to kiss Fang’s cheek.

“Mr. Fang! Umm…I’m sorry! I’m going to clean here real quick!”

Only then Toey notices, that Fang is standing behind him with both hands stretched out holding the guard rail in front of him. Which means, he is sandwiched between the rail and Fang. The tall, beautiful man behind him, doesn’t budge. Toey starts panicking.

Fang giggles, running his fingers through Toey’s bangs. “You do your job well. I already inspected the room inside and it’s perfectly clean. Thank you”.

Toey blinks, not expecting to be praised at all.

“I came back to get my sketchbook. Please continue. Take your time”.

Toey fixes his gaze on Fang’s retreating back until the man is no longer in the room. When he turns back to look at the tree where the eagle was moments ago, the eagle is no longer there.

The eagle is already on the ground, feasting on the now dead squirrel.

Q (II)

Day 3.

After the encounter with Fang, the rest of yesterday was pretty uneventful. Toey was more tired than usual, since it was his first full day working at Phum’s residence. But he will be able to adapt soon. With determination, he throws his fist up in the air, ready for a new day.

Upon entering his bathroom, Toey suddenly remembers that he left the basket that Pun gave him in Q’s room. Toey’s chest feels warm and fuzzy thinking about Q. He makes a mental note to retrieve the basket later.

The bathroom gets steamy, the mirror gets misty, after the hot shower. Toey comes out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. Outside, Q was waiting. Sitting casually on Toey’s bed.

Their eyes met. Toey is feeling the pulling sensation again. Like being sent into a trance. Everything else is a blur to him. The next thing he knew, Q gave his basket back and Pun was standing near the door with a stern look on his face.

Q was up late, finishing yet another painting. He scans the contents of the basket on the floor. It irritates him, that he wasn’t able to taste the blood of the new caretaker despite being so close to the human last time. He has to admit that the human also smelled heavenly.

8.45am: The human probably is just about to get out of bed. An opportunity to prey, Q thought. Q imagine the human being disoriented; it will hopefully be easier to gain control over the man in that state. He strives to satiate his needs. He needs…That human’s blood. So he brought the basket, heading upstairs, towards the new caretaker’s bedroom.

Q knocks on Toey’s door. When there is no response on the third knock, Q pushes the door open. He can hear the shower running; along with faint humming of song. Q sits on the freshly made bed, waiting for Toey to finish. Turns out, Q made the right decision. The human before him looks horrified upon seeing him inside the room. Q focuses on the smell. Appetizing, Q thought. Toey also looks enticing at this moment. He wants to devour him.

Much to Q’s delight, there’s no charm on Toey. Apparently, the human removed the necklace whenever he went to take a bath.

Toey is coming nearer, thanks to the effect of his ability. Q opens his arms; the human enters perfectly into his embrace. He was about to rejoice in triumph; his fangs were out, ready to sink into that pale skin.

“Q”.

Q turns to the direction of the voice. His human friend is standing at the door. He doesn’t look pleased.

“Close the door, Pun”.

Pun doesn’t obey. Instead, he comes closer to Q, showing a garlic on his hand. It’s a warning.

“I said, close the door, Pun”, Q tries once more.

“It’s still morning, Q. Don’t do this. Leave him”, Pun orders, in a serious voice.

Q lets out a big sigh of distress. He disenchants the human in his arms. When Toey “wakes up” from the trance, he looks around, confused. Q hands him the basket. Toey wonders why the man looks annoyed. He then sees Pun on the door. Who looks equally as annoyed.

PHUM

Toey has been adapting well with his new routine. What he learned so far about the vampires of the Phum’s residence, is that even though they didn’t have designated dinner or lunch times, some nights, they will gather in the common room and socialize. They will play board games, watched YouTube together while chatting away. Sometimes, they invited Pun and Toey too. Where Toey found out that Tan is the king of gossip among them.

Toey finds that vampires are scary in general. Mostly because of the neverending bloodlust and the fear of getting killed by having his blood drained by them. But living here slowly changes the way he looks at the nocturnal creature. They had their own way of having fun, that doesn’t necessarily involved humans. Someone like the classy Peem, also fancy some wine to add to the fun. Toey can say with confidence that he has been getting along well with all the residents, even with Q, whom he had an awkward first encounter.

Day 9.

Pun and Toey enter the residence after they are done with the gardening works. Phum approaches them then.

“Aww Phum? You have meeting? Usually, you’re not up yet at this time”, Pun asks.

Phum smiles. “I want to go buy some gifts for Peem’s birthday”.

Pun gasps, both hands covering his mouth. “Oh yeah. I almost forgot! I’ll prepare for the surprise and let you guys know the plan via LINE later!”

Phum nods with a content look on his face. He then turns his body facing Toey. “Toey, freshen up. You’re coming with me”.

“Yes, sir!”, Toey responds with a salute.

For the first time ever in his life, Toey sits down on a passenger seat of a Porsche. He cannot mask the excitement shown on his face.

“You’ve been working with us for more than a week. How do you feel? Have you been adapting well?”

“I am, Mr. Phum. The people in the residence are nice and Pun has been very helpful with teaching me new things. So far, there are no boring days working at your residence. I’m very grateful that you offered me this job”.

“That’s good to hear. I want to know your honest opinion now that you know about our nature. What do you think of…our kind?”

“Ohh…I still think that vampires are intimidating in some ways. But I always believed that vampires are also just like us – there are the good ones and there are the bad ones. My parents never taught me that vampires are evil creatures. And they were right. Living at your residence confirmed the fact that kind vampires exist”.

When Phum doesn’t respond, Toey steal a glance at the man behind the wheels. He has a wide smile on, possibly acknowledging Toey’s answer and is satisfied with it.

“We’re heading to your uncle’s shop. You must’ve missed him, don’t you?”

Joy reflected in Toey’s eyes. Toey nods, vigorously. “And he must’ve missed you too! You haven’t visited the shop in years!”

Phum snickers. “Oops! He told you about that? Yeah, I missed him too. I can’t wait to see him”.

Toey can see from the car’s window: his uncle looking dubiously at the arriving Porsche now parked in front of his shop.

“Uncle Tay!”

His uncle’s expression turns cheery upon seeing his nephew coming out of the passenger seat. The said nephew immediately giving his uncle a warm hug.

“Toey! Have you been well?”

“Hello, Mr. Tay. It’s been a while”. Phum greets, with a deep bow.

“Oh my God! Finally, I see you again, son. Come in! Toey, make Mr. Phum a rose tea. That’s his favorite!”

Ohh. Pun never told him Phum likes Rose Tea. He learns something new about his employer today.

Toey brings the freshly brewed Rose Tea for the two gentlemen, engrossed in their conversation, after having not seen each other for a long time. Toey wonders, did his uncle know all this while? That Mr. Phum is a vampire?

“Toey, please prepare a bouquet of burgundy roses as usual. But today, he wants an extra-large bouquet with some other flowers. Red carnation, red chrysanthemum, scarlet sage and yellow jasmine. Please arrange them nicely”.

“Sure! I’ll get it done in a moment. Umm…uncle? Do you mind if I take some flowers too…?”

His uncle lightly laughs. “Yes, you can, son. I’ll keep them in your tabs though”, his uncle jokes. Toey scrunches his face in fake annoyance and marches his way back to the workshop to compile and arrange the flowers.

Mr. Phum made great choices: red carnation for deep love, red chrysanthemum for “I love you”, scarlet sage for “forever mine” and yellow jasmine for grace.

Phum and Toey left the flower shop with Peem’s XL bouquet and some mini bouquets Toey made for all the residents at Phum’s, as a token of appreciation for becoming his friends. Uncle Tay also supplied him some chocolates and different flavored tea to bring to his temporary home. Phum announces that they’ll be going to the cake shop next and then stop by the mall to get Peem a gift.

“You know what, Toey? Peem is different than the rest of us. He loves human foods like cakes and he drinks as well. Do you know why is that?”

Toey shakes his head.

Phum lets out a smug smile, as if looking proud. “Because he is a half human half vampire”.

Toey’s eyes grow wide in shock. Another thing he learn today!

“Now he is mostly vampire, although he still retains his love for human foods. Before 18, he was more human. He rarely thirsts for blood. His metabolism worked like human back then so there was a time when he ate so much that he became chubby”. Phum chuckles, recalling the memory. “Ahh but he was still cute though. Peem is always cute”.

What is in Toey’s mind right now? Peem is such a lucky person to have an affectionate and devoted lover like Phum. Toey wishes he would have a love story as beautiful too.

Pun is waiting in front of the entrance door. He winks and gives a thumbs up; a signal that the line is clear. Peem works at his aunt coffee shop nearby as a barista. Today, he had morning shift, so Pun was at a lookout in case Peem and Phum get back at the residence at the same time. Apparently, Peem is not home yet so they quickly bring inside their purchases for Peem’s surprise party tonight.

Phum bought a mouthwatering, squared-shaped Ferrero Rocher cake while at the mall, he bought matching denim jackets, presumably for both himself and Peem.

PEEM

“SURPRISE!”

Sounds of claps and confetti blaster fill the residence the moment Peem entered, back from his work. Peem’s bright smile further lights up the room. He pulls all of them into a hug, one by one.

Toey and Pun bring out the birthday cake, lighting up 2 big candles and 4 small candles, which presents 24 years old. After making a silent wish, Peem blows out the candles altogether. Pun then cut a portion of the cake and feed it to Peem. Peem screams in delight. “SO DELICIOUS!”

Phum moves forward and hand the roses to Peem. “Toey specially arranged this bouquet for you”.

Tan whistles, followed by cheers from the rest, all eyes looking at Toey. Toey scratches the back of his head, blush creeping out on his cheeks from the sudden attention on him.

Phum presents another gift, the matching jacket. Phum and Peem help each other put the jacket onto each other. Both jackets have kind of like angel wings at the back. The wings on Phum is silver colored while the one on Peem is in metallic gold.

“What is this, Phum? Do you want to say that the angel wings means that you’ve been sent down from the heaven to protect me?”, Peem teases.

Phum puts both his hands on Peem’s waist, gazing into his lover’s eyes, “And vice versa, love”. And he kisses Peem’s cheeks. Which earns “Boo”s from the other spectators. Toey stands rigid at his place. He is not used to seeing people giving PDA.

“Enough lovey-dovey in front of us. Here! My present!”

Q comes in between the lovebirds, breaking their moment. He hands Peem a medium sized canvas, covered by a gold fabric, the painting hindered from view.

“Don’t open it here. You better display this somewhere in your bedroom”, Q orders.

Peem can’t help but take a peek. He widens his eyes and his face suddenly turns red.

“Q! You! You! You…pervert!”, Peem points his fingers towards Q in shame.

Q just shrugs. “I guess I win the best present title this year”.

Tan and Pun tried to take a peek as well but they were brushed off pretty harshly by Peem.

They give their presents to Peem one by one with Toey being the last one to hand his. A bouquet of yellow tulips inside a white porcelain vase.

“Happy birthday, P’Peem! I wish you will always have cheerful thoughts and abundance of happiness!”

Peem delightfully receives his present, before lovingly patting Toey’s head. “Thank you, nong. You’re such a sweet kid”.

Phum clears his throat. Peem sniggers, “Seriously, Phum. You can’t be jealous of Nong Toey right now”.

The other man just rolls his eyes.

“Ohh nong, you and Pun can eat the cake with me! These guys can’t eat this”.

Tan walks to where the cake is and dabs his fingers onto the icing on the cake. “I haven’t taste human food for a while so let me take a bite”. After tasting the icing on his fingers, he pursed his lips and winces. “Eww! Yuck!”

“OI!”, Peem smacks his head. Others are laughing witnessing the scene.

“Come on, let’s cheers for another year with Peem!”, Chain holds up his blood-filled glass.

Everybody nods.

“CONGRATULATIONS PEEM FOR ANOTHER YEAR!”, Chain shouts out.

“YEAH!” Everyone clanks their glasses.

Peem thanked everyone, with a smile reaching his eyes.

“Ohh! I got everyone else a present too!”

Toey then distributes his self-made mini bouquets around. He picked his choices for each of them carefully.

A sunflower for Phum; which represents adoration.

Daisies for Pun; which symbolizes gratitude and appreciation.

White camellias for Tan; which means “You’re adorable”.

Pink dahlias for Fang; which conveys grace and kindness.

Daffodils for Chain; which depicts virtue of integrity.

Last but not least, Q receives the bouquet from Toey’s hands with a Duchenne smile, “Thank you”.

Lavender roses for Q; which stands for “Love at first sight”.

Pun and Toey are cleaning after the party while the vampires gathered around the living room, watching some viral TikTok videos.

“Nong Toey and Pun, come meet me and Peem in our bedroom when you’re done, OK?”, Phum instructs before he retreats to his room on the 3rd floor. Toey wonders if it’s about work.

“Come in!”, they heard Peem’s voice from inside the room. Peem can be seen already changing into his silk night robe, and so does his partner.

“Thank you for preparing the birthday party. I really appreciate it”.

“It’s no big deal, P’Peem! I hope you enjoyed the party”, Toey bashfully replies.

“I did. And I’ve put your present over there. Hope the flower will last for a week”. Toey is happy to see that the vase with the yellow tulips is placed on the low table near the door.

“Nong Toey”, Peem calls, in a serious tone.

“Y-yes?”

“I have a favor to ask”. Peem pauses. “I want another birthday gift”. Peem saunters towards Toey and whispers into his ears, “Let me taste your blood”.

Toey honestly doesn’t know how to react. He doesn’t necessarily want to refuse. But he was certainly, a little afraid. Should he accept because they are the reason why he’s here in the first place? What if he declines? Will Peem gets mad? So many thoughts running through his mind…

Toey is internally panicking, he doesn’t realize he’s backing off from Peem until his back bumps into Pun. Pun catches him, and tries to calm him down.

“Hey, you’ve been wondering how does it feel to get bitten, right? Don’t worry. I’m here. I’ll keep you safe”.

It makes sense now why the two of them were called together. So Pun already knew Peem’s plans…

“Will you let me, nong Toey?”, Peem asks once again, in a gentler tone this time.

Toey takes a deep breath. “S-Sure…”

He can see Peem’s eyes lit up. “Good. It won’t hurt. I promise”.

Toey keeps his head down, suddenly feeling hesitant. Peem gets closer again; holding Toey’s chin up to look at him in the eyes. “Can I?”

Peem’s eyes is captivating. How could he refuse?

Toey nods slowly, giving his consent. Peem smiles. “Then, can you remove the charm?”

Toey looks back at Pun. The other human is gesturing Toey to give the necklace to him. So Toey does just that.

Peem spins Toey around, so now Peem is on his back and he is currently facing both Pun and Phum. “I just like to drink this way”, Peem declares, while undoing 3 buttons of Toey’s shirt, exposing his whole neck, as well as the upper part of his shoulders and chest. “Relax, nong. Soon, pleasure is all you would be feeling”.

Toey shuts his eyes on reflex. He feels a sting for a split second, when the fangs puncture the skin. Soon, the feeling of euphoria overcomes him. Toey is hit by sensory overload – the rush adrenaline; the heightened awareness. He can literally hear Peem sipping his blood and can feel the blood getting suck out of him. Toey lets out a soft moan, his right hand moving up to weakly grab Peem’s right arm across his shoulder, which is used to hold the human in place. The biting stops instantaneously and Toey can now feel the tickles from Peem licking his neck. Heavy breaths, mind still in a daze – Toey is a mess. An irresistible mess.

“Can Phum join us?”, Toey hears Peem’s alluring voice from behind.

Toey glances at the man in question. He has a dark expression on his face. Toey can’t be sure if it’s due to jealousy or desire. Toey can’t think; not right now. He absentmindedly responded with a breathy “Yes”. Phum slowly walks towards him, licking his lips, like a preying predator. Phum snakes his hand around Toey’s waist, leans down and bites into the veins near his collarbone. Toey gasps for air; the bite this time hurts more than the last bite. But he also experiences more pleasure as he is attacked both from the front and back. Peem is now kissing all over the back of his neck. Toey’s knees weaken, he squirms and is holding onto Phum for his dear life. Toey’s moans fill the room.

Pun hangs a lotus charm on the doorknob. A charm strong enough to keep away the smell of tonight’s activity from the other vampires outside.

With that, the first ones to taste Toey’s blood, are Peem and Phum.

TAN

Day 14.

Toey hides behind Tan, who was just coming in from the entrance door. Pun stops chasing him.

“Hey, nong-nong! What are you guys playing at?”

“He pranked me! Ugh!”, Pun frustratingly cries out.

Toey sticks out his tongue. “It’s your fault for not paying attention!”

Pun clicks his tongue. “So, Tan. What are you doing here? If I’m not mistaken, Fang was out”.

Tan snaps his fingers. “That’s why I’m here! Fang sent me here! He needs me to bring him some books from the library”. Pun and Toey nod in acknowledgement.

Tan claps his hands. “Nong-nong, let’s go to the library together? Help me search for the books, na?”, he blinks his puppy eyes repeatedly.

Pun snickers, “Let Toey help you with that. I’m going to clean up the mess this little gremlin made in the kitchen”. He gives Toey a disdainful glance and Toey retaliates by sticking his tongue out once more.

“Come on, Tan”. Toey casually holds Tan’s hand, leading him up to the library on the 3rd floor.

Out of all the vampires in the residence, Toey feels comfortable the most around Tan. The man is a ray of sunshine; always happy and pleasant. He likes making people laugh, even though Toey had to argue, that some of his jokes were dry humor. He doesn’t look intimidating either. In fact, Toey describes him as “adorable”, despite the man being 6cm taller than him.

Fang sent Tan the cover of the books via LINE to make the search a little easier, so he shows the photos to Toey as well. The library is huge, with wide collections of books since the siblings’ Fang and Phum, loves reading. They walk straight to the “Architecture section” and starts exploring.

“Tan, how did you and Fang get together?”

“Hehehe We float a krathong together during Loy Krathong, then I confessed, and he accepts!”

“That’s so cute! I want a love story like that too!”

“Ayyy you never had a lover?”

Toey shakes his head.

“Aww it’s ok, nong. You will meet the right person one day. What type do you like? Let’s say, among us. Whom do you like?”

Toey is taken aback by the sudden intrusive questions. “E-ehh?”

“Let me guess! Someone like Q, isn’t it?!”

Toey’s face is flushing crimson. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! Wh-What makes you think Q is my type?!”

“Heh! You’re so obvious, nong. I can see stars in your eyes whenever you’re looking at Q”.

Toey’s eyes widen in shock. He wonders if the others notice too, if Q notices too. He shakes his head in embarrassment, he hopes that it’s only Tan who is attentive.

“Ahh! I found one!” Nice timing! Now, they can move on to another topic!

After confirming that they find the correct book, they immediately move on to search for the next books.

“Nong, have you ever get bitten before?”

Toey halts his actions, his noggin recalling the night of Peem’s birthday, just few days ago. In all honesty, he remembered the sensation; the pleasure. The wolfish look on Phum’s face still lingering at the back of his head. Toey remembered Peem whispering a “Thank you” before he passed out. He woke up the next morning, tucked into his bed. It felt like a hungover. Some memories are blurry; uncertain if those are real memories or part of his dream or imagination.

Back to the present, Toey answers Tan with a quiet “Yes”.

“Ohh…Was it…a bad experience?”

Toey shakes his head and beams a smile towards a worried-looking Tan. “I gave my consent”.

Tan lets out a sigh, the frown dissipating. “Must be someone trustful then. I’m glad”.

15 more minutes of searching before they finally find all 5 books that Fang asked for. They cheer in victory! Tan then put all the books inside his tote bag. On their way down, Tan offers some advice.

“Nong Toey, I’m not saying this to break your heart but you should know, that Q is a playboy”.

Toey’s heart does ache hearing that. But he is able to mask the disturbed feeling. “You’re still talking about that? I never said that I like Q!”

Tan shrugs. “Whatever you say, nong. I’m just looking out for you, that’s all. I don’t want you to have false hope”.

Toey understands Tan’s intention. He knows whatever Tan was saying is true. And truth hurts.

“Aww this is why you’re my favorite Phi! Don’t worry, I’ll only be here for another week. I won’t be catching feelings because I probably won’t see you guys again as much after next week”, Toey exclaims in a playful tone, although feeling dejected inside.

Tan, being a sensitive person, is aware of Toey’s change in voice. He can grasp the way Toey tries to cover his sadness. So he puts his arms around Toey’s shoulder the moment they arrived at the bottom of the stairs. “Nong, if you’re sad, I’m sad too. So don’t be sad, na. We can still stay in contact via LINE. We can meet up somewhere when we’re free, OK, nong?”

Toey simply nods and smiles, grateful for Tan’s effort to brighten him up.

“As for Q, you may think I’m nosy for prying into your business but again, I’m saying this for your own good. If it’s just a crush, that’s fine. But if things turn serious…I just want you to be careful in the company of a monster...” Tan pats his back. “…So that you don’t become one yourself”.

Tan’s cryptic final sentence sends shivers down Toey’s spine. He watches Tan’s back, walking towards the entrance door; standing still, until the door closes completely.

CHAIN (II)

Day 17.

Today, Toey is in charge of cleaning Chain and Q’s rooms. As usual, he would go to clean Chain’s room first, unless the man requested otherwise. As Toey enters the room, he notices something different than usual. The scent. The room smell…sweet and calming…

Toey falls on the floor, unconscious.

Chain has to admit: more often than not, he is not a good person. Following the rainy day when he failed to seduce Toey, he thirsts for the said human’s blood. Toey have a smaller build, beautiful face, entrancing eyes, tempting lips – he looks so delicate in Chain’s eyes. Just his type.

He had his eyes on Toey. He’s aware, of the secret glances the human throws at Q. He’s aware, that the human spends longer time cleaning Q’s room. He’s aware, how Toey’s cheeks tinted pink whenever Q was talking to him.

He clenches his fist. It’s always Q.

Studying in a medical field provides him with knowledge of different chemicals and how they affect the human body. In addition, he also has access to all these chemicals.

His plan is simple. Disperse the chemicals to the air, let Toey smells it which puts him to sleep.

The chemicals have no effect on vampires.

Step 1 – Done.

Next, he has to wait for the effect of the chemicals to subside; for Toey to wake up. Most probably in an hour.

He can drink Toey’s blood while he is asleep. But that won’t be fun. He wants to let Toey experience the thrill too, he wants to hear Toey’s sultry voice, he’s excited at the thought of making a mess out of Toey.

Chain carefully carries an unconscious Toey onto his bed. He grabs two neckties – one for blindfold, another one to tie both Toey’s hands together. He unbuttoned Toey’s shirt, without taking it off. He also unzipped the pants, hanging it down loose but not completely yanking the piece of clothing off. Chain likes the view. The teasing glimpse of flesh. For the whole hour, Chain just lay next to a sleeping Toey; admiring and caressing all over the human’s face and body, practicing self-control as he waits in patience till his victim regain consciousness.

Toey thought he’s awake. He can feel the grogginess from sleep inertia, yet, his vision is somehow blocked. He is unable to open his eyes. Maybe sleep paralysis, is what he then thought. He tries to move his hands. He is able to. However, he can feel both his hands are bound together. Then he feels a touch on his face. He flinches in surprise, letting out a small gasp. Later, he feels a movement next to him. With him being blindfolded, his senses heightened. He lets out another gasp, as he feels stroking on his waist. He feels a hand. Big and rough. The hand keeps touching him all over, with his moans getting louder by the second. He can’t even tell the person to stop. This feeling is new to him, he never felt this kind of pleasure before.

Toey was pulled into a sitting position. Whoever this person is, Toey doesn’t hear a single sound from them yet. The person shoves their head in between Toey’s tied limbs. Toey can now feel both his captor’s hands on his back, bringing him closer towards his captor. He can also feel breathing on his chest. Indeed, they are now so close.

“Remove the charm, Toey”. The first words Toey heard, from his captor. Toey thought that the voice is very familiar, but he can’t pinpoint who exactly the person is. Moreover, he is still in a state where he’s unsure if he’s awake or if he’s dreaming.

“Remove the charm, Toey”. The voice orders, again. Subconsciously, he did as he was told. Pulling the necklace over his head and throws it down the floor.

He did that because the pleasure is addicting. He wants more. Perhaps by removing the charm, he will get more.

Toey feels immense pleasure as his ear was licked by his captor, followed by a light bite; while the hands on his back now move up to pull on his hair. The lips then move to kiss over the trail of his jawline. The lips linger for a while on his neck, giving his neck light pecks until finally…Toey feels a familiar sting. Of fangs digging into his skin. This time, the sensual gratification increases threefold.

Toey pants heavily after the first bite. Soon, he is pushed to lay back down on the bed. The vampire hovering on top of him.

Toey’s blood turns out to be as delicious as he looks. The thought of destroying the innocence of the man beneath him is tempting. But Chain has to restrain himself. He still has respect, for Toey, for Toey’s emotion. Toey never shows any romantic interest towards him. That gesture always goes to his rival. Chain believes that kisses on the lips are something sacred. Something that is done between two partners who are genuinely in love with each other. In this case, Toey is clearly not in love with Chain. So he respects that, and he plants kisses everywhere on Toey except his lips. Chain stoops down to feast for the second time, on the other side of Toey’s neck this time. Soon, Toey suddenly turns his body to the side, abruptly stopping Chain from slurping the human’s blood. His fangs graze Toey’s skin in the process. Chain is worried that Toey could be wounded.

Chain notice tears streaming down from the blindfold. Toey is sobbing, laying on his side with his knees bent towards his chest, curled up like a baby. Chain strokes Toey’s hair again, kissing and licking the spot on his neck where Chain just digs his fangs into, in order to close the wounds.

“What’s wrong?”

“I…I…” Even if Toey doesn’t say, from Toey’s shaking legs and how he thrust his hips into the air; Chain understands.

Chain removes Toey’s pants, leaving him in his boxers, arousal visible. Chain spreads Toey’s pale legs apart, propping them onto Chain’s shoulders. He places kisses on the inside of Toey’s thighs, which earns him melodious, erotic whimpers.

Chain will let Toey feel another level of ecstasy. He will help Toey release, but without touch. He sinks his fangs into the spot where he just placed his kisses. Toey screams. In ecstasy. And he reaches orgasm. Chain is satisfied, fulfilled, accomplished.

Toey passed out soon after. Chain put Toey’s clothes back on, then he removes the bind and blindfold. He is gazing lovingly at Toey’s sleeping face, wipe away the tears and placing a lingering kiss on his forehead.

“I’m sorry”.

He carries Toey bridal-styled, back to the human’s room.

Chain finds Q standing in the hallway, in front of his own room. The man glares at his direction, who is carrying Toey in his arms.

“He was supposed to clean my room at this hour”, Q’s voice is laced with spite. What’s with Q’s expression? Angry? Jealousy?

It doesn’t really matter to Chain. Q is jealous of him all the time. Q might be known as the Maestro, but Chain outsmarts him every time.

“You won’t have your room clean today then. Sorry”.

He can hear cursing words thrown onto him as he turns on his heel to go upstairs.

After tucking Toey into his bed, Chain finds Fang and Tan waiting for him outside Toey’s door. Fang steps forward, with a solemn look on his face.

“Fang…”, Chain starts.

A heavy sound of a slap echoes throughout the hallway. Chain is startled. Fang just slapped his left cheek.

“Fang…”, he tries again. He receives another slap, on his other cheek.

Fang grits his teeth and grabs him by the collar. “You. Can. Fuck. Around. For. All. I. Care. But. Not. In. This. House. And. Certainly. Not. With. Our. Caretaker. Do. You. Understand?”

Chain never saw Fang loses his temper. Now he sees Fang’s eyes are burning. Not going to lie, this whole situation frightens him. There is a certain, distinct smell, which emits when a human and a vampire are making out. The other vampires can smell it from Chain and Toey, thus, they don’t need explanation.

Fang calls out for Pun, who sprints to the 2nd floor from the ground floor upon hearing the call of distress. “You’re closer to Chain than the rest of us, right? Teach him to have self-control. Don’t let this happen again. Clear?”

Chain glances at his human best friend. Pun looks…crestfallen…He looks heartbroken even.

It is an open secret – that Pun has been crushing on his childhood friend Chain for the longest time. Chain is always aware of the signs, even though Pun never told him honestly about how he feels.

“Pun…”

“I’ll fetch Toey’s charm from your room later”. Chain notices Pun’s eyes glistening. His best friend is holding back his tears as he scoots away from Chain.

Suddenly, Chain feels guilty. Not due to the fact that he just finished ravishing his residence’s caretaker. He is guilty for possibly breaking Pun’s heart. He rests his right hand on his left chest, where the heart is supposed to be. It’s throbbing. This feeling is unfamiliar to him.

Toey woke up tired and confused that late evening. He told Pun he didn’t remember how he passed out, much to Pun’s delight. When Toey awkwardly told him his recollection of bits and pieces of activity he’d done in Chain’s room, Pun managed to convince him that it was all just a dream. Toey was just exhausted and passed out in the middle of work. Toey believes him.

EXTREMUM NOCTIS

The room is red. Toey is sitting on a sofa chair, in his black short pajamas. He feels a hand touching his shoulder on his left. Phum is standing behind the chair, smiling down on him. Then, he feels a hot breath on his right ear. He meets eye to eye with a grinning Peem. Toey gulps. He casts his eyes downwards. Both Fang and Tan, each holding his calves on each side, also staring at Toey, with dangerous smile. Q and Chain enter the scene, bringing each of Toey’s hands up to their lips, kissing the back of his hands.

Toey leans back into the chair, breathing heavily. He doesn’t know whose hands, are now exploring his abs, and whose lips, give kisses onto his thigh. He can hear the sound of his pajama top getting rip apart, then another pair of lips brushing his neck, sucking on his skin, surely, leaving love bites. He closes his eyes, feeling highly stimulated.

“Ahh~ No…”

Toey wakes up in his own bed, in cold sweat. He also feels the wetness down there.

“Ahh~ It was just a dream…” A wet dream to be precise, that feels all too real.

It is his 2nd last day of working and technically the final night of living at the Phum’s residence. Peem already informed everyone that they will be having a farewell party tonight. Toey is a little sad, that the summer vacation is nearly over, that a new semester will start soon, that he will leave this residence, leaving Q…

Toey lightly slaps himself. “Wake up, Toey! No time to be melancholic! You have a long day ahead! Fighting!”

The day passed by uneventful, just as normal.

“CHEERS!”

Everyone clanks their glasses together.

“Nong Toey, I would like to express my utmost gratitude for willing to help out with the chores in this residence for the past 3 weeks. I’m sure Pun is the one who is more thankful for this arrangement but I’m equally as grateful that you accept to serve us during this holiday”, Phum expresses his thoughts. “Now, come forward and share your farewell speech. Applause, everyone!”

Everybody claps their hands, and Toey shyly walks to the front.

“Thank you, Mr. Phum, for giving me the opportunity to speak here tonight. Where should I start…Ever since the past few years of living in this city, I actually always passed by this residence. Whether I’m going across another town or handling deliveries around this area, I always notice the existence of this residence. Only about a month ago, that I finally knew who lives here. That day when Uncle Tay was unwell, opens a new door in my life. I was sent here for flowers delivery, and met Pun. Pun is sunny, even when it’s storming outside. At least that’s how I see him. Thank you, Pun, for helping me adjust to the new environment. I still thought that everything was a strange disposition, but I’m really thankful to Pun for recommending me to experience working and living alongside…vampires… I mentioned this to Mr. Phum before, but I’m going to say it again for everyone to hear. I believe there are good and bad vampires, and living under one roof with everyone is a prove that kind vampires exist. That vampires are evil creatures is just a myth. So I would also like to thank everyone for being kind and patient with me.

Thank you, P’Peem, for always treating me to sweets. Your bakes are extremely delicious, I’m very impressed!

Thank you, Mr. Fang, for always siding with me in arguments. Even though sometimes I’m aware that I was just being egotistical and you’re simply going along with the banter with Tan and Pun, but you’re always able to find something to support my arguments. For me, that’s such a caring gesture.

Thank you, Tan, for channeling your merry energy, bringing encouragement and optimism throughout my days living here. You’re the best Phi, you’re fun to be around! But your jokes are too much sometimes. I suggest you to work on your comedy skills! You and Pun can be a comedy duo. Yes, that will be epic!

Thank you, P’Chain. Even though I didn’t see you much since you’re busy with your studies, I know that you’re a warm person. You’re friendly, approachable, quick to offer a helping hand and very empathetic. You’re also diligent! I thrive to be someone like you!

Thank you, P’Q, for allowing me to come into your room to look at your paintings whenever I’m feeling down or whenever I was struck with a gloomy mood. I understand why you were called the Maestro. I can gaze at your paintings for hours without getting bored. Your paintings swoon me over, providing me with warmth and joy.

Last but not least, thank you very much, Mr. Phum! For agreeing with Pun’s idea of letting me work here, for actually giving me a chance to work here, for everything that you’ve done to make my stay here as comfortable. I really appreciate it! And I would also like to thank you on behalf of Uncle Tay, for always choosing and buying from the flower shop!

I’m leaving tomorrow but I already miss everyone…I hope this goodbye isn’t final. I hope we could still be in contact and meet again in the future. Really, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for everything. This summer vacation has been memorable and I’ll keep it that way forever”.

Toey was sobbing by the time he finished his speech so everyone circled around him, patting his back, giving him support. Everybody is going to let loose tonight. It’s going to be a long night.

“Toey, which university are you attending?”, Q asks. Both of them are sitting on Q’s balcony, gazing at the stars, away from the others who are still partying hard downstairs.

“Niyomsil University. Why do you ask?”

A moment of realization painted on Q’s face. “Ohh”.

“Why~~~”, Toey keeps pestering, braving himself to pinch Q’s cheeks.

Q slaps his hands away and storms back into his room. Only to return outside with a small canvas.

“Here, for you. If you miss me, which I know you will, just look at this painting and think of me. I’ll be there for you in spirit, always rooting for you”.

Toey suddenly feels shy. It’s a painting of Toey. He recognized from the painting the denim clothes he was wearing few days ago. In the painting, he was laying on his stomach on Q’s pillow, on top of Q’s bed, in Q’s room. His face flushes red, seeing his expression in the painting. Is that how he looks at Q? He screams internally.

“Thank you, P’Q! I’ll treasure it”.

The reason why Q asked, was because he wanted a confirmation. Toey’s answer gave him that confirmation. He had met Toey before. On a trip to a resort in Pattaya last year. His room was nearer to the café. That one morning, he was unable to go back to sleep, so he walked around the resort, searching for inspiration for a new painting. Q is very selective in his drawings so after failing to find what he desired, he went back to his room. By the time he arrived at his room, he found a group of students having breakfast together at the café. One such student caught his eyes. That student is sitting on a round daybed, enjoying the morning view. Something about the whole scenery, sparks his artistic soul. He quickly set up a blank canvas and let out his painting tools, and started painting. He only caught a glimpse of the student’s face, but he’ll surely remember his features, especially now that Q already made a portrait of him. Before the students leave, Q managed to read the table tag: Niyomsil University.

But of course, Q didn’t let Toey know. He can take his time sharing about his life with Toey later. Why? Because they will surely meet again sooner or later. Surely.

VALE

Toey finishes packing his belongings and ready to go return to his home after he was done cleaning Fang and Phum/Peem’s rooms. Phum hands him an envelope with 300,000baht in cash and a small box, wrapped with wrapping paper and ribbon.

“A token of appreciation from all of us”, Phum says. Phum offers to give Toey a ride back home.

Everyone is present this time to see him off. He hugs them one by one, say one last farewell and the car drives away, leaving him with a contented, fulfilling memories of a summer vacation.

The gift from Phum’s residence is a music box. It’s a song that Toey always heard inside the house, but he never questioned who played it or if the song means something. Toey thought it was just a song; mutually fancied by all the residents’ there.

NOVUM SEMESTRI

The first day of the semester is exhausting. Adjusting to new schedules are overwhelming; meeting new classmates and reconnecting with old ones are exciting yet draining; figuring where his classes are, as well as getting supplies are time-consuming and tiring; the professors’ expectations and information on assignments also gives him anxiety about the new semester.

Toey sighs in relief when the day is over. He walks together with his friend, Matt, towards his motorcycle, ready to go back home.

Elemental pain

I can’t quite reach the place I saw in my dream yesterday

I thought the things that stir up my life should be more pure

Toey looks around rapidly, trying to find where the singing came from. That’s the song that he listened everyday for the past 3 weeks!

Standing a few meters to his right, is Q, wearing a similar uniform to his. Toey’s eyes widen in wonder and excitement.

“P’Q!”, Toey calls out. Q walks up to him. Toey is starstruck by this sight of Q. The man is charming even in the uniform. “You didn’t tell me that you enroll here too!”

“I wanted to surprise you. I’m starting my Master’s Degree here. How was it? Surprised?”

Toey nods his head vigorously.

“Well, I guess last week wasn’t a goodbye. You’ll be seeing me around a lot from this day onwards”.

“Q? Ohh, is that Toey?”

Both of them (plus Matt, who was left out from the conversation), turn their heads towards the source of the voice.

Oh boy, Chain is here too.

{TO BE CONTINUED}

Hello everyone! Thank you for reading till the end! I was planning for it to be just a short prompt but in my usual fashion, I overdone it haha When I have more free time in the future, I will most definitely re-write this with more details and an actual plot. As you can see, there is actually nothing going on in this story. It’s simply my guilty pleasure writing, to feed my imagination with the idea of Toey X Everyone AU. I didn’t think I’ll make a vampire story in the first place but after having some mental pictures, ohh, the concept is fascinating. So I wrote it. My plan is maybe to have Toey being this “chosen one”. I can’t come up with reasonings and backstories this time so perhaps I can add that next time. I want to also be able to clearly define the conditions of vampires in this story, for e.g. sunlight doesn’t burn them, but they’ll worn out easily if exposed outside for a long time, etc… I want to make my own vampire lore hehe

Q didn’t manage to drink Toey’s blood this time wkwkwk But since this will definitely be QToey endgame, he will have all the time in the world to have a taste of Toey next time! I like the idea of Q and Chain being rivals. Jealous Q in the series is HOT. I’m living for that wkwkwk I would also like to introduce Matt, Mick and Beer next time! ChainPun endgame is also set!

I will leave you guys here for now. Thank you again for reading till the end. Hope you enjoy and find yourself re-reading this story whenever you missed We Are. Bye!

P.S. Originally I posted this at my twitter. If you are interested, you can check out @TsukiHoshi17 on twitter. I need more #WinnySatang moots! XD

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Infidel | Johan Liebert x Reader

Chapter 4

The breeze was soft. The sky was splattered with shades of a dull grey.

While others would find irritation in such wheather. It brought you comfort knowing you could find sanctuary in such loneliness out in nature.

But of course calmness cannot last forever.

“I’m sick of bringing you to this shit show of a field, y/n !”

“I’m perfectly capable of walking here.” You sigh, tugging at the cuff of your sleeve. “You needn’t stress yourself driving me here. Especially since I cannot recall ever asking you to.”

Your back is turned to him and yet this somehow irritates him more than your sly comments. The stream flows fast yet steady. It’s so steady. Unlike the buzzing.

“Well come on now. You can watch the piss stream flow by any day now let’s get going.” At that he slams the car door.

You don’t fasten your seat belt. Wanting to escape the car as quickly as possible.

You can’t help but wonder why your father wants to take you specifically to a case he’s involved with. For a while now, your fathers been sneaking around chasing this man that you have no interest to learn the name of who your father is certain is involved of handling drugs around the neighbourhood and apparently there’s a child involved.

Your father has been playing pretend friends with the man to gain information. You suppose he wants you to try and find signs of neglect since a young child is involved.

“Now I’m gonna talk to him in a separate room but while that’s happening you sneak round the living room but make sure you don’t search out the child, let the child come to you.”

You nod at his words more so for him.

You don’t need instructions from him.

Perhaps your father was still in his commander role since he always had to explain everything to his colleges that lack the average amount of brain cells.

The car pulls up to a small apartment complex that looked as if though it had been rotting for decades. Although you cannot speak as your apartment had also looked as if though it belonged in the slums.

“It’ll be fine.” Your father attempts to soothe you as if you were a child. Whatever impression you gave off he was surely mistaken. As per usual. “Get off.” You mutter, rubbing off imaginary dirt from your sleeve as you hurriedly walk right past him and into the slums.

“You know you can’t keep giving me the cold shoulder forever, y/n.” He states.

He walks far behind you as you sluggishly make your way up the dainty staircase.

“Is it because I didn’t invite you out drinking last week ?” You shake your head at the imbecile. You’re right. He is always behind you.

“Ah Mr l/n ! So great to see an old friend !” The door is already opened before you reach the top of the stairs. A drunken middle aged man stands theres his arms wide open and his face flushed a vulgar scarlet. Your father walks straight past you as the man barely manages to acknowledge you before limping his way back into the apartment.

Your father nods your way before him and the man walk of to some small room.

Slowly but surely you start to eye around. Your eye instantly catches the small scratches towards the end of the door.

Unless a stray had been around you doubt it was caused by an animal. As you step closer towards the corner of the room your nose scrunches up at the noticeable smell. Urine. Despite the tissues that out on the floor, it’s clear to you that there wasn’t much effort into wiping away the unhygienic area.

Hearing a slight shuffle behind you, you look back over your shoulders to discover a small girl no older than six hovering from side to side. Her mouth is slightly opened yet she doesn’t make a sound. The long sleeves hides any indication of bruising or markings. She holds a stuffed toy. Her head slightly tilts towards the wall to her left and it’s then you see the child’s piece of artwork.

Written in crayons, low on the wall displayed for all to see of such foul word that not only a child shouldn’t know but also shouldn’t be able to perfectly spell. There on the stained wall was the word.

WHORE

Somewhat amused, you crouch down before the shy girl pointing at the word.

“Is that suppose to be me ?”

Before you could analyse the girl further, both men walk out the room distant as per usual. Perhaps the young girl and you shared some in common.

“y/n.” He whistles, nodding back towards the door. Calling you as if you were a dog.

You rise as she rubs the toys stomach repeatedly almost as if she were agitated. She pats the bunny’s head. Wash. She wants in washed. “Next time I come here he will be as pretty as you.” You tell, taking the worn down toy from the girls tight hands.

At that you leave, not daring to look back at the young girl who now has nothing to clutch on to. Oh how you definitely shared more in common.

“Any thoughts ?” You father starts, already pulling out of the driveway. “Clearly he has been bringing prostitutes often.” You sigh.

“He makes sure the prositutes in bed yet not the child.”

“So what did you learn from him.” You attempt to have a conversation with him to somehow give the impression that you actually tolerate his company. However the mask does slip as he recalls you “eyeing towards heaven”

What lies.

“That needn’t concern you.”

Now whose giving the cold shoulder ?