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Fic: and sings the tune without the words, ch. 12

Additional Tags: Epistolary, Food, Music, Secrets, Resentful Energy, Cultivation Sect Politics, Character Death, Politics, Assassination Attempt(s), Attempted Kidnapping, Hostage Situations, Mentioned Wei Changze

Summary: Letters to and from the Cloud Recesses.

Notes: See end.

Previous fic in the series: “the thing with feathers”

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

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Jiang-zongzhu and Yu-furen,

We have arrived safely at the Cloud Recesses, but you were correct to be concerned about the journey—someone attempted to sneak aboard the boat in the night. Nie-zongzhu dispatched them silently, and the children are unaware of the event, as they were asleep and the intruder never made it near them. We are fortunate the Nie offered to travel with us.

The visitor had no identifying clothing or marks, and so we cannot come to a conclusion as to whether he was sent by a Wen faction. Truthfully, we all know it to be the case, but accusations cannot be made without proof. Your son will be safe at the Cloud Recesses, and any trip to Caiyi will be heavily chaperoned.

Jiang Wuxian is much subdued, clearly affected by the events at Lotus Cove, but Wangji has been his constant companion. He is doing well in classes, and seems fascinated by talismans, which has fast become his favorite subject. I am taking the opportunity to design extra assignments to keep him busy.

He will be kept safe.

Lan Qiren

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Jiejie and Gege,

We got to the Cloud Recesses just fine, but the adults are all acting really nervous so maybe something happened that I don’t know about. I hope not.

Nie-zongzhu and Lan-xiansheng made us stay in an inner area on the boat, so Lan Zhan and I played music, and Nie Huaisang and I painted, which isn’t easy on a boat, and Nie Mingjue showed us some Nie clan stances and forms, so it wasn’t boring or anything. Nie Huaisang wants to learn an instrument now, and Nie-zongzhu seemed amused by that but amenable, so I guess he might be coming to the Cloud Recesses once he gets beyond beginner stage, or they might send a tutor. I don’t know if he wants to cultivate music or just play it, though, so I bet it depends on that too.

I know I wasn’t supposed to be here now, but the adults are right that I’ll need protection for a while. The Cloud Recesses is remote enough and harder to access, especially in the winter, and it’s already so cold here! Hopefully things calm down soon, but I wish it hadn’t happened at all.

It’s so confusing that there’s this curse in my head that can do something like that. And a little scary. What if it happens again? What if I hurt someone I love? Am I dangerous?

When I talked to Lan Zhan about it, he just said “Jiang Ying is good.” But he seems more worried for me than about me being dangerous. He’s with me all the time and it helps.

Lan-xiansheng has been really nice to me, and I think he knows I’m afraid. We have tea every day, with Lan Zhan too, and it’s nice to talk to him. He made sure I have warm robes and a really nice winter cloak to wear. I really need them, and some of them are even purple! I bet he made arrangements from Lotus Cove. Or maybe it’s also cold in spring, and that’s when I was originally coming. But I have a whole bunch of robes here, so maybe that’ll mean I don’t have to bring clothes to and from here.

He also noticed I’m interested in talismans and has been giving me books and it’s so weird because it’s like I can see all these options and have so many ideas! It’s kind of overwhelming, like all the characters for the talisman just float and move where they work best right in my head. I dreamed about making a talisman to sense resentful energy but it wasn’t a talisman, it was a compass that pointed at it so you could go fight it or avoid it. Wouldn’t that be amazing? I bet traveling merchants would love something like that.

The Nies are still visiting, and I guess Lan Xichen is good friends with Nie Mingjue so they’ve mostly gone off by themselves. He also keeps teasing him about growing a mustache. Did I really ask where his mustache went when I met him? So embarrassing! But Lan Xichen thinks he should try it. Nie Huaisang is against it, claiming it will make his brother resemble Jin-zongzhu, and I’m pretty sure he won with that one.

Nie Huaisang has been visiting with Lan Zhan and me, and he’s trying different instruments but I don’t know what he wants to play. I don’t think he does either. He keeps talking about sending music to us to learn, Qinghe songs, and that would be a lot of fun.

Lan Zhan told him the Lan library has plenty of music, which was a little rude but he’s been annoyed with Nie Huaisang for some reason I don’t understand. He’s a lot of fun, and he likes literature and art and birds. He just doesn’t like cultivating with his sword, but that’s not the only way someone can cultivate—like Jiejie is cultivating music and medicine. I guess the Nie are really big on saber cultivation, though.

I’ve had a few bad dreams, ones that didn’t make any sense, but when I wake up from them Lan Zhan’s here and that helps a lot. He wakes up and shares my bed so I’m not scared anymore, just like Chengcheng does for me at Lotus Cove. I’m glad I share quarters with him.

I really miss you both, and especially Jiejie’s cooking. Lan food is so bland, but at least I have chili sauce again, thanks to A-Cheng. I owe you, Gege. I hope our meimei is doing well and behaving. I know she hated it last time I was gone and I hope it’s not the same this time.

I hope Meng-ayi and Mo-guniang and their sons are safe, too.

Please don’t worry about me. I’m safe here.

Jiang Wuxian

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Lan Qiren,

My wife thanks you for keeping it from A-Xian. The poor boy has been through enough trauma. From his letter to his siblings, he suspects something happened but I’m glad he didn’t see it. Please thank Nie-zongzhu for me as well.

She is utilizing her spy network to try to determine who is responsible for targeting A-Xian, and we’ll include you in discussions and Nie-zongzhu as well if we uncover information since your children were also at risk.

I would much prefer if there were no trips to Caiyi, but I understand occasional excursions, if the strictest security is followed. I know A-Xian can be very strong-willed when he wants something, and it may be better to capitulate rather than risk him going alone.

It makes sense for him to be interested in talismans—his mother was quite adept with them. He may also have inherited his father’s love of history, so perhaps encourage him in that direction as well. We appreciate your diligence in his education.

Thank you for keeping him safe.

Jiang Fengmian

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A-Xian,

I wish there was a way I could send you my soup, but a letter will have to do. A-Die and A-Niang looked upset with Lan-laoshi’s letter, so I’m sure something happened, but the adults handled it and want you not to worry. Just be smart, Xianxian, and don’t leave the Cloud Recesses without adults.

The curse in your head is not your fault, and neither is what happened to Wen-zongzhu. You know about Wen Qing’s testimony about his activity with demonic cultivation—his blood is not on your hands. I know it’s scary, but nothing would have happened if he hadn’t messed with the curse and hurt you. You’re not dangerous, A-Xian, and A-Cheng and A-Lian and I trust you with our lives. I’m glad Lan Wangji is telling you the same thing and helping you get through this.

I’ve heard Gusu is much colder, and I think at first A-Die and A-Niang didn’t want to send you in winter because you spent so much time in the cold before they found you. Lan-laoshi is taking good care of you, and I’m glad to hear that. I’m sure he handled the issue of your wardrobe from Lotus Cove, or asked Lan Xichen to do so. Don’t forget to thank him!

You’ve always been bright, but it sounds like you’ve possibly discovered your cultivation passion, what you’re meant to study, in talismans. I can’t say I understand the feeling of talisman characters floating in my mind, but I understand the passion—ingredients for food sometimes do that for me, as I love cooking. A compass that pointed toward resentful beings would be incredibly useful, and you should consider talking to Lan-laoshi about it.

You really did ask Nie Mingjue where his mustache was, and he looked so nonplussed. I’m afraid I agree with Nie-er-gongzi, that it would not suit him, but it is of course his own choice. A-Cheng said it would look like he had a caterpillar on his face, and I’m afraid I laughed at the mental image.

I think perhaps Lan Wangji is protective of your time playing music together, and he’s viewing Nie Huaisang as a threat to it. Just make sure to specify that you’re interested in music from Qinghe that is for the dizi and guqin, and I’m sure he’ll be less concerned. Lan-er-gongzi is very attached to you and perhaps fears losing your friendship. Simply reassure him.

It’s good that you have someone with you in the night. I’m sorry to hear you’re having nightmares. I know they upset you a lot. You might ask Lan-daifu if there are ways to keep them away. Did you ask Kang-daifu? I can ask for you if not.

Meimei is behaving, and she’s starting to learn numbers and counting. She misses you terribly, but she’s accepted that you’re in Gusu for the season. A-Cheng is glad the chili sauce is helping, and he’ll send more if you need it. I’ll cook all you want when you come home next. Maybe I can send some treats in a qiankun pouch. I’ll ask A-Die.

They are safe, and Meng Yao is training harder than ever. I plan to write Jin Zixuan about the issue. Hopefully he understands the need to protect them from his father.

I will always worry about my Xianxian.

Jiang Yanli

P.S. A-Die said yes, but only certain things. So I hope you enjoy the tang you baba. I can’t send soup, sadly.

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I’m sure the Jiang will eventually figure out how to send soup, if Jiang Ying has anything to say about it!

a-die = dad

a-niang = mom

daifu = doctor

er-gongzi = second young master

furen = madam

gege = older brother

gongzi = young master

jiejie = older sister

laoshi = teacher

meimei = little sister

tang you baba = sugar oil cake

xiansheng = man of respected stature, teacher

zongzhu = sect leader

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paganwitchisis · 5 months

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Unawanted Advances

Rated: E (Explicit)

Word Count: 4,763

Pairing AFAB Female Tav X Spawn! Astarion

Warning - non-consensual groping, groping, smut, a quarter of this piece is smut, murder of an npc, PiV smut, female oral sex, Breeding kink (no kids).

Summary-Set after Cazador was defeated in Act 3. Astarion was in the party walking the streets of Baldur’s Gate when he was groped and propositioned by a stranger. This leads to expected reactions from himself and the group. What becomes of him and the situation? Read and find out! There is smut towards the end. AFAB female Tav x Spawn! Astarion. Tav is not specified for race but is a fighter, so you can imagine your Tav in the place.

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RATED 18 PLUS!

Story:

It was supposed to be an easy day, but Tav had decided as they ventured the city that they would fight a hag who was suspected of being behind the disappearance of a little girl. Astarion knew as soon as Tav heard a child was in danger, she would spring to action. Since his confession and declaration of love just a tenday ago, he had been in the party consistently so he knew he would be dragged with. Of course, Astarion secretly agreed with Tav on the importance of the mission. Since his renewal and the events at the graveyard, the couple couldn’t get enough of each other. Their escapades were a bane to their companions and friends, so when a room opened up near by to the companion room, they all agreed Astarion and Tav would get it. Of course, Astarion didn’t mind since the room was large, had a tub, and afforded them privacy.

The battle with the hag was difficult, to say the least, but Astarion and Tav worked wonderfully as a team like they always did. Tav was used to her vampire lover being in her party, as well as Karlach, however their fourth party member was always changing. Depending on who they needed at the time, it could be Wyll, Jaheira or even Shadowheart, but today it was Gale. Tav knew she would need an offensive magic user, so Gale was the obvious pick. The battle took longer than they anticipated as they took out the mushrooms around the room keeping the hag alive. This spent Gale’s spell slots, while Karlach was taking the hag’s blows and distracting her. Tav and Astarion worked on destroying the mushrooms, and Karlach got hit pretty good and was knocked off her feet. Tav and Astarion had only just finished when this happened and their full out assault took place. Thankfully, Tav and Astarion were spared from getting hurt, although they were tired by the time the hag was defeated. Karlach had a broken rib, but Tav had a regular potion of healing she gave to the red tiefling. It didn’t heal much, but it was enough for the rib to mend itself. Gale clung to his staff like a cane and the group finished the mission by mid day. As they meandered through the city to return to camp, covered in blood and completely exhausted, Tav next to Astarion, Gale and Karlach bringing up the rear,

The group made their way through the park-like area where they fought cultists previously and were actively engaging in conversation.

“...What I am trying to say is Netherese should be shared, taught and accepted as…” Gale mused but was swiftly cut off by the pale elf.

“As if the bomb in your chest wasn’t dangerous enough. Let’s just let others have access to that kind of power…” Astarion commented dryly.

“I’ll have you know…” Gale began to reply when Tav interrupted them both. Tav turned to them both as they drew near the gates and replied.

“Boys. I get it, it is hot and we’re exhausted from the fight, but let’s not bicker, please.”

As they exited the gate, Astarion noted a scantly clad woman making their way towards them. Assuming she would pass by, Astarion moved to the side so he was closer to Tav. He didn’t think anything of her clothing choice as it was a hot day, but as she drew near, Astarion had a bad feeling.

He should probably start listening to his body, because he soon found he was right.

“Hey, handsome.” The woman addressed Astarion as she brought her hand to the crux of his legs and grabbed him possessively in his most private of places. “Why not ditch the broad, and see what else I can do with my hands…or other body parts.”

A cold sweat and chill surged through the elf, as he felt like he was reliving his two hundred years of torment. The subtle glances, the forced intimacy and the little discard for him as a person came back to him. He felt the need to run, to fight, to do something. If he had a heart beat, surely it would be beating loud enough a human could hear it, just like if he could throw up, he would.

Astarion was going through a whirlwind of different feelings and emotions as his mind was trapped in the past. It was like he felt every unwanted touch, every kiss and so much more. Astarion began to shake slightly, but before anything more could occur, Tav had grabbed the woman’s wrist, and summoning all her strength, Tav used her other hand to pommel strike the woman in the head.

“He said NO!”

He did? When did he say no?

Astarion was able to think again, albeit he was not okay once her hand was removed. Frozen in place, Astarion watched as Tav barked out orders to Karlach to help her put the woman in the empty house next to them, and for them both to keep watch and not enter. Astarion noticed the house in question was the house with the blue door that Dribbles was found in not long ago. Finally feeling he could move, Astarion felt he had to get off the streets, but they were still far from the Elfsong. Going on his own with the amount of enemies they had would be a fairly bad idea, so Astarion followed Tav inside the house, closing the door behind him.

“Fucking bitch.” Tav cursed as she made her way to the unconscious woman on the floor. Tav knelt down, and ran her arms over the woman’s so she could not fight back before turning her head to expose her throat.

“What…?” Astarion began to say, although it was obvious what Tav was trying to do. Tav was going to let him feed on her.

“The choice is yours, Star, it always is. You have the right to say yes or no whenever you wish, but know that she may have done this to others. She isn't some damn innocent we need to protect. She just sexually assaulted you and kept touching you after you said no. If you want me to ignore her, I will. Otherwise, I am all for you getting your fill. Like you would with bandits.”

Dumbstruck, Astarion had to ask.

“Wait….you’re the most lawful good like person I know. Hells, if a rabbit was in a burning house, you’d jump in to save it, but this you’re okay with?”

“What can I say? You influence me sometimes. Plus, there is nothing good about her. No good person randomly gropes and propositions someone like that.”

Astarion looked at the woman who began to stir to consciousness again. With a groan, she tried to move her arms and found she couldn’t. She was being held down by something strong, it would appear, so imagine her surprise when she looked to the side and saw the woman she made fun of earlier.

The woman looked in front of her and saw the same man she encouraged for a night of fun and began to speak out to the two.

“You’re doing what this bitch wants you to do, I get it. Get her off me and I won’t breathe a word. You still get your fun and you can escape this monster!”

“Monster?” Astarion began to laugh. He wasn’t sure why she was pleading for his help, when from what he gathered, he had somehow told her no already. Of course Astarion didn’t remember doing it, but he also wasn’t in the best state of mind.

“He is doing only what he wants to do, you fucker.” Tav was using very colorful language, something Astarion rarely heard from her mouth outside of intimacy.

“Really? He is just like me. A whore. You think I couldn’t tell? You probably do the same thing I do, fuck em, steal from them and move on to the next mark. I’m guessing you own him since it is too early for most of our profession to work yet” The woman threw out one vile misunderstanding after the next and professed them to be true. Tav was seething as she tightened her hold and yanked the woman’s head to the side.

“He is no whore, you cunt! He is…” Tav spoke but stopped when she felt his gentle touch grace her shoulder. Astarion smiled and then he finally spoke directly to the woman.

“You keep insulting the woman I love, call me a whore and think you’re going to get away with it?” Astarion laughed once more and shook his head. “She taught me I am not a whore. She taught me I can say no and helped me move on from the past, but you? I think I’ll make one of your comments correct. There is a monster in here.”

Tav was going to protest, that he was not a monster but Astarion held his finger up to ask her to wait.

“As she likes to tell me, I am no monster, but right now? I feel like being one.” and with that, Astarion opened his mouth, showed his fangs and before the woman could scream, Astarion sank his teeth into her neck. Tav had clamped a hand over the woman’s mouth in case she cried for help as her lover fed from her. Astarion took everything that was offered and scoffed when Tav released the body of the woman who collapsed lifelessly on the floor.

“I….I need to get out of here.”

“Of course. Here, though.” Tav said and offered him a rag from her pack. It was then that Astarion saw how much blood was still on his mouth.

“Thanks. I guess I am a bit wasteful with blood that isn't your own. Hells, her blood may as well been rat blood judging by the taste” Astarion gave a grimace at the thought, remembering the taste of the blood on his lips as he cleaned himself up to walk the streets once more. Astarion was doing his best to calm himself, but he felt wrong, dirty even. He just knew he needed to go back to the Elfsong.

He felt he needed a bath.

Tav led him back to the Elfsong and told the others to give them some time as Astarion bee-lined for their shared room. Astarion started himself a bath and had stripped his shirt when Tav walked in and placed a bottle of red wine on his side of the bed’s nightstand. Tav was going to give him some privacy and leave when Astarion called out.

“Wait…don’t leave.”

Tav stopped what she was doing and re-locked the door before she turned herself to face him.

“Is everything okay? I was going to let you bathe in peace…I mean, after today, and all…”

“No. Don’t go. I…I honestly want you here. I feel vulnerable, and I know you won't let anything happen“ Astarion mentioned before adding on. “I mean…if you want to help, that is. I…that bitch has me flustered.” Astarion brought one of his hands up to the back of his head and scratched at his scalp nervously.

“If you would have me here or prefer me present, I’ll always stay by your side, Star.” Tav stepped forward and took Astarion’s hand into her own so he would stop plucking at his scalp. “I’ll let you get a bath, I’ll fold our laundry not far away if that is fine. If you want anything else, just let me know.”

Astarion brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles as he acknowledged her comment with a shake of the head. Tav set up on the bed and began to fold both her and his clothing. After about ten minutes, Tav was folding the last piece of clothing when she heard a muffled whimper from the tub. Glancing to her lover, she noticed he was vigorously scrubbing himself. Tav got up and off the bed, and as she approached the tub, she noted how red and raw his skin looked, especially to his genitals, as he continued to roughly handle himself. Astarion looked upset, so Tav tenderly placed her hands over his and took the soap and rough sponge from him.

“You’re hurting yourself, honey.”

“I….I feel tainted. I feel like I need to get her touch off me. I’m…I’m just….” Astarion dropped his head further so he would look down at soapy water before Tav used two fingers to tilt his head up towards her.

“She will never touch you again. You’re safe and here with me. Just me. Why don’t we get you out of there and get you a glass of wine?” Tav asked lovingly, but Astarion shook his head no.

“I didn’t wash my hair.”

“Is it okay if I wash your hair for you? I promise not to make weird hairstyles again” Tav said partly because she was worried he would hurt himself further, and partly because she was hoping her joke would crack a smile, which it did, even if it was a small one.

“Please.”

Astarion shifted forward so he could dunk his head under the water briefly. When he came back up, Astarion felt Tav’s fingers thread through his hair and it made him flinch a moment. He felt her retract her hands when Astarion reached out to stop her from pulling away.

“Please, don’t. I can’t stand that someone else touched me without my consent, but it would bother me more to push you away from touching me when you wished. You’re the only person I will share my body with and I find your touch comforting.” Astarion explained to Tav who reached forward once again.

“Can I continue touching your scalp?”

“Darling, you don’t have to ask. I appreciate you did so, but I want nothing to change between us because of her…” Tav smiled lovingly to Astarion’s wish and she began to message his scalp with shampoo. Tav grinned when Astarion moaned under her ministrations. It didn’t take long for her to help him with washing his hair and managing his curls.

Tav took to draining the tub as Astarion slid his underwear on. The summer heat made adding anything else sweltering even with cooling magic in the establishment. Tav removed her clothing, her armor long since been removed previous to washing Astarion’s hair. Tav sauntered to the bed in her underwear only, her breasts exposed since Astarion requested that nothing change between the two. Tav didn’t miss how Astarion’s eye’s tracked her movement as she went to her side of the bed. Tav was going to search for a glass in her pack when Astarion uncorked the bottle and drank from it directly. Astarion offered the bottle to Tav who took a swig in kind before returning it to Astarion.

Astarion corked the wine and although he would have wished to drink more, he felt being drunk on top of his current emotional state would be a bad idea.

Kissing her forehead, the two laid down to get some rest. What transpired over the day left Tav without an appetite but she still forced herself to eat a provisioning staple from her pack while folding the laundry earlier that day. It wasn’t much, but it was substance. Astarion went to pull Tav against his chest when she smiled and spun her finger to tell him to turn around. Astarion turned and faced the other way only to feel Tav’s arms encircle him. It made him feel safe, loved and listened to. He felt like he was home.

Astarion wasn’t sure when he fell into his trance, but he remembered the nightmare vividly. He was being preyed upon and Cazador’s haunting voice echoed beyond his grave. He was chanting out sayings he told him in the past. You are nothing! You’re worthless and will never amount to anything! You are mine. You will never leave me, I am inside of you. The last one especially bothered him, because aside from the obvious context it could mean, it also bothered him because Astarion was concerned just how much of Cazador would be tied to his soul. He remembered telling Tav before killing the vile man that a part of him would always be part of Astarion but Astarion had always wondered how much. During the nightmare, the overlay of comments weren't just enough. Instead there were brief flashes of faces he took to bed, positions he was forced to endure and the damn putrid rat he gave up more often than not in favor of flaying.

Astarion wasn’t aware he was screaming nor woken Tav up until he saw her beautiful face and heard her voice gently begging him to wake up. He felt the warmth of her as she held him, his consciousness coming back to him as he noticed the tears down his face. Astarion reached his hands around her waist and held her tight, sobbing into her breast as his head was cushioned on it. He didn’t care, it was her. He was safe with her, they loved each other, and gods, did he need something to ground him out.

Her. He needed her.

Astarion shimmied north before he kissed and licked his favorite pulse point just below her ear.

“May I?”

He didn’t need to hear an answer when Tav positioned her neck in just the way he preferred so he could suckle from her vein. After one last kiss, Astarion tenderly sank his teeth into her sensitive flesh. His hearing caught the muffled moan and he grinned as he partook of her life essence. Astarion began to drink and moaned at the taste of her. No one would have blood as sweet as her, nor taste like a fine vintage of wine like the woman in his arms. Astarion stopped shortly after he began, knowing how precious the blood was and whom it kept alive. Astarion licked the wounds and sealed them before kissing the bruised flesh once more.

It was then that he smelled it. Her arousal was strong, and after having ingested her blood, Astarion was hard and wanting. Only problem was, he was in pain from his bath earlier and his attempt to rid himself of the taint from the other woman. His cock throbbed in pain as it was engorged with Tav’s crimson life. Flinching, Astarion pulled away to pull his underwear down and off. It was then that Tav saw the problem. He looked to be in pain, so Tav hopped off the bed and retrieved some Balsam ointment and a potion of healing.

As Astarion drank the potion of healing, Tav liberally applied to the ointment to his aching cock. Although it hurt, the cooling gel and her hand motions felt good to his mast. Astarion couldn’t help the drop of natural lubrication on the tip of his length. Astarion saw Tav hungerly look at his manhood, but she made no motion to act on it. Astarion was frustrated. A night or two ago, this wouldn’t have happened. They were attuned to one another. They knew each other's bodies and souls, so why now was she hesitant?

“Can this ointment be used internally?” Astarion asked innocently, although what was swimming in his brain was anything but innocent.

“I believe so. Why?” Tav asked while Astarion gently guided her head to his mast where she licked the liquid eagerly, earning a moan from the vampire before she pulled back confused.

“Because I need you, and I’m tired of my life being ruled by others. I said I am going to live my life the way I want to and I meant it. Fuck everyone else who thinks they can take my autonomy away. I only need you. You make me safe, wanted, but not sexually…well…most times,” Astarion said with a smirk. “But, most of all, I am loved by you and I love you as well. Now, I want to feast on your succulent cunt and make love to you like no other man can.“ Astarion pulled her head tenderly to his face and kissed her fervently and with passion. Astarion easily slipped his tongue inside her mouth and they danced the familiar song that only they knew. Astarion began to pull at her underwear, asking to slip them off. Tav responded by moving her arms to shimmy the material down her legs and she flung the black underwear off to the side. Both were bare to each other at last as Astarion fondled Tav’s breasts. Tav gave a sigh of relief to his actions and laid her head back on the bed. Astarion had a masterful tongue and fingers, something that was used on Tav often, but was it right to be making love to him when he was still compromised?

Astarion picked up on her worry, the tadpoles broadcasting directly to him as her concerns were on the surface level.

“I want to share my body with you. Only you.” Astarion muttered against her flesh as he took her nipple into his mouth.

“Hells, I don’t know if I’ll be able to pull out.” Astarion murmured as he switched to the other nipple.

Tav moaned at the feel of her lover. “Then don’t. Come in me.”

Astarion groaned as his cock grew harder and more rigid. He wasn’t aware that he could get harder but his lover never failed to illicit such reactions from him.

“But…Gale just told us about Dhampirs last week when we….well….pissed them off with our activities. What if you…” Astarion worriedly said.

“I have teas if we decide not to chance having your child but know that if you decide this is what you want, then I am onboard as well.”

“I…It’s embarrassing.” Astarion admitted as he finally kissed his way down to her delicious peach. Astarion began giving small licks to her slit before he used his two fingers to spread her labia apart. “I don’t know about wanting a child, but the thought of you swollen with our progeny, the thought of…for lack of a better term….breeding you. It makes me need you.”

Tav merely smiled and brushed her hands through his soft curls. “I’ll take the teas since we need to think this through but for the time being, imagine you wanted to do that. Breed me and enjoy.”

Astarion smiled and thought to himself a moment. ‘how did I find her?’ before he claimed her lips again.

“Then I’ll breed you. You’re mine.” Astarion growled as he dropped his head between the legs he sat between and took a long lick up the slit with the flat of his tongue. Tav moaned and murmured “I’m yours,” above him as he spread her labia with his fingers and dove in as if his head always belonged there. To Astarion, he loved giving oral to his lover. She tasted almost as good as her blood and after having laid with a thousand souls, saying he was addicted to her taste and that she was the best tasting woman he ever laid with was saying something. To Astarion, he felt he belonged there, nestled between her thighs, as the woman he loved began getting louder the more he suckled and tenderly cared for her bundle of nerves. Astarion would occasionally dip his tongue deep inside her to taste her essence, and it was so delectable that he wrapped his arms around her hips and held her to him. When he delved into her innermost area, his nose would hit her clit, and as engorged as it was, she was panting, gasping and whining above him. Astarion began to include his finger, easily sliding two inside her and grinning at how wet she was. Two became three fingers as he gently stretched her and hit that rough patch just inches inside her, the spot that had her seeing stars.

He knew she was close.

Astarion moved up to her clitoris and went as fast and loving as he could with the tip and flat of his tongue. He pumped his finger inside her, making sure to hit the erogenous areas every pass through. It took mere moments for her world to shatter, the inside of her spasming and contracting with the throb of her clit. Astarion helped her ride it out as he slowed but never stopped until Tav began begging for his hard-on.

“Please, Star, please give me your cock! Make love to me! Fill me!”

“Oh, I plan to, darling. I’m going to coat that pretty cunt of yours. I want to fill you, make you round with my seed.” Astarion knew in the back of his mind that Tav would take teas and so she would not get pregnant, but that didn’t stop him from fantasizing. He would imagine those teas didn’t exist and imagine he was trying to impregnate his lover. Did they need more stability and a few other decisions before thinking of kids? Yeah, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the fantasy.

“Please, fill me with your child!”

Astarion smirked as he stroked himself a few times before he lined himself up with her entrance.

“I’m going to fuck a baby into you.” Astarion huskily said before he took her lips to his own and thrust his length deep inside her. He bottomed out in one thrust since she was so wet and ready for him. Astarion groaned into a growl as he felt those tight, warm walls surround him. This was home to him. Being buried inside of her was home.

“Only you. Only you can share my body. Gods, I love you, darling.” Astarion almost whimpered against her lips as he set a brutal pace. Astarion knew he wouldn’t last inside of her and began to find his rhythm as he rolled his hips against her own.

“You feel so good.”

“I’m going to make you feel even better.” Astarion encouraged. He took Tav’s right leg and held it by the crook of her knee, holding it up as he slammed into her at an angle. This hit an erogenous zone that made her throw her head back in ecstasy. The only sound, save for panting, moaning and gasping, were the sounds of skin slapping and wet noises. Astarion knew he was nearing his end as he felt the familiar coil low in his belly but he needed Tav to finish too. Astarion took the hand not holding her leg up and began to rub her clit in fast paced circles. Tav began to almost scream in pleasure, and Astarion was sure their friends heard them by now. He didn’t care.

“You’re so good to me.” Astarion grunted in an attempt to hold in a moan.

He felt home, he felt safe, and as soon as Tav hit her precipice, clamping around his engorged cock and spasming against him, it pulled him down with her. Astarion slammed into her to the hilt as thick ropes of his sperm coated her insides just like he promised. There was so much of it that it began to seep out the sides and dribble down the edges where his cock met her entrance. Astarion kissed her again but this time it was slow and sensual. Astarion drank her in and kissed her with everything his heart had to offer.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Astarion replied as he pulled out and began to help her clean up. “Thank you.”

Tav placed her hand on his face so that he would look at her for her next sentence.

“I love you, and you’ll never have to go back to how things were. Nothing will take me away from you, and I’ll make sure you stay free. You’re safe.”

Astarion kissed her briefly again and held her for a moment. He was safe, nestled in the arms of the only one he truly called his family.

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this is such a great episode!

for anyone who hasn't listened yet — it deals with some heavy things including food addiction and eating disorders, death, and more, so anyone who wants to check it out should be aware it's about richard's own history and his self-identified "failures", and it's not particularly light-hearted or funny even though it's endearing and inspiring in many ways

i really appreciate his honesty and how carefully he speaks. he has every right to be angry — with his father leaving, with his relationship to food and shame, with the ever-present confines of modern masculinity making life so lonely for men — but he never seems to be. he just cares about being the best, healthiest version of himself. and i appreciate that he doesn't talk at people, preach, act like he knows more or best; he just knows what he knows all while seeking to always be learning more. i really appreciate him!

i've never heard of a podcast by tailors, how interesting! i listened to the episode with alex and it was really sweet! i'll post this in case anyone else wants to check it out :)

(of course 💜)

same, i'd only really heard of it because i got a bunch of messages about it! (i was a little unplugged from scripted tv when the first series came out 😅)

TOTALLY AGREE about jon pointing! his comedic timing, his facial expressions, he is just too hilarious — even though...can i just say...why was that old ass man playing a uni student X_X

anyways — i knew him from plebs!! that's quite a famous itv2 series, so you should check it out and see if you like it! i love tom basden ugh and if you check my non-panel shows masterpost i have live at the moth club and he does standup in ep1!

i am somewhat familiar with it as someone who likes to watch some of the nextup specials (alistair barrie was one i enjoyed recently!) and tries to keep abreast of the festival nominees & winners, but i don't have as much time as i'd like to really weed out my favourites only because there isn't enough time in the day and i'm already trying to watch 100 things a day 🥲

one thing i find funny is how i pay more attention to who would do well on tv opposed to who is just GOOD. like, i didn't get john kearns until stopped thinking about him in the context of dictionary corner and started acknowledging his written set as a very, very specific piece of work that really shouldn't be disassembled and consumed in morsels. but i do see my interest in — and potentially my preference for — panel shows reflected in some of the circuit guys i like, such as alasdair beckett-king, huge davies, larry david. i just know they would kill panel show world if they were pushed properly :')

i find that i like standup a lot more live than i do on screen — which i think a lot of comedians would understand!

as well, i find the discourse about how difficult it is to get started/off the ground now that edinburgh fringe is becoming less and less accessible extremely fascinating and try to listen to all of the podcasts/convos about that that i can. it's costing comedians upwards of 5k just to debut a modest set at edinburgh — which is madness. here is tom mayhew talking to bbc news about this just a couple of weeks ago...

anyways, is there someone you wanted to recommend? i would love to check out anything 😚

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daniel sloss standup — added a couple of those to drive! god i looooooved him when i was in high school and still do! highly recommend him on roast battle uk if you need extra sloss content. i'll work on the others over the next couple of weeks

alma's not normal — added to drive!

here we go — i know exactly where this is so i can hook you up but imma need you to dm/ask me off anon for the deets!

hold the front page + the unofficial science of home alone — sorry anons i don't have these on me but they're very easy requests someone can hook you up with on r/tv_bunny, so post them there!

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i don't know if it counts (i don't know if it's reader x character, if that's not the case, sorry 😔) but: "Melanie Martinez - High School Sweethearts" i literally love it for any character, but i see it more for Itachi or even Madara 😽

(if you do it from indra i'm not going to complain either 😍 )

remember to rest and drink water <3 i want my favorite writer to be well!!

Part 4 of my Mafia Uchiha AU - Itachi's version

Yes!! It's totally okay!! It can be x reader or with ships, so you're good darling!!

I chose Itachi because I saw he was the first one you mentioned (personally I think the song is written for madara, he would eat this uppp).

Kind of funny but I HATE DRINKING WATER I LITERALLY CAN'T and I always walk around with a horrendous headache, hot girl's life 🤠🤣

(IM SO HONORED TO BE YOUR FAV WRITER OMGGGG PLS HUG ME I LOVE YOU NONNY)💕😭🙏

A little bit of context for the story: I relate Queen Melanie (LOVE HER SONGS SO BAD), with all Yandere content, so Itachi is a bit of a psycho in this one, AND SO IS THE READER lol.

(I always associated "Fire Drill" with Indra IDK WHY)

"Can we just be honest?" (Y/N) asks in the middle of the shooting, back to back with Itachi hiding behind a metal container. She knows she shouldn't be here, her job was to follow the Uchiha closely, observe his actions and report them to her supervisor back at the station, but when she saw him walk right into a trap, she couldn't leave him with the wolves.

This is the biggest mistake in her career and she knows it, but neither was it in her plans to fall in love with the criminal she was supposed to capture. As a cop, (Y/N) has spent time studying the Uchiha mafia closely, trying to find the weak link in the chain, but they all seem strong in their convictions and tasks. Itachi was simply the most accessible.

The Uchiha, having noticed the presence of the little undercover detective since day one, allowed her some grace time to see how she carried out her work, falling in love with her character and her uncanny ability to reconcile her presence. Itachi interacted with her on several occasions, pretending not to know who she was or why she was following him everywhere with her black car, and he suspected the same morbid interest on the woman's part.

A twisted love story.

"These are the requirements, (Y/N). If you think you can be my one and only true love, you must promise to love me, and damn it, if you fuck me over, I will rip your fucking face apart." The Uchiha comments firing about three bullets in a row, hiding his body with frightening speed so as not to be an easy target for the enemy. She feels him on her back, the heat of his flesh and the precision of his attacks, and she can't deny those feelings coursing through her every time she thinks of the mobster.

"Step one, you must accept that I'm a little out my mind." The bullets cease, and they both rise from their hiding place to verify that all the enemies are down. (Y/N) keeps her gun up, ready for any unforeseen event, but they all seem to lie dead in their own pools of blood.

"Step two," the man continues to speak as if nothing, approaching the bodies of his opponents and kicking the firearms away from their reach, just in case, "This is a waste if you can't walk me down the finish line." He looks at her with narrowed eyes, analyzing her reaction to his claims.

"Step three, give me passion, and don't fucking make fun of my fashion." He continues with his routine of examining corpses as if not talking about love all at the same time, unaffected by the metallic smell permeating the air after the confrontation. (Y/N) follows each of his statements trying to hide a smirk between her lips, disguising professionalism as she waits for him to finish his task.

"If you can't handle a heart like mine, don't waste your time with me. If you're not down to bleed, if you can't handle the choking, the biting, the loving, the smothering, until you can't handle it no more, then go home (Y/N)" The Uchiha seems determined to scare her, to drive her away, but unaware that she is perhaps even more troubled than he is, and that is impossible.

"What about my own rules, hm?" The policewoman retorts, wiping the blood from her hands on her shirt and leaving long red marks all over her clothes, "You can't be scared to show me off and hold my hand, and If you can't put in work, I don't know what you think this fucking is. Step seven Itachi, and oh my this one goes to eleven, If you cheat, you will die." Her declaration pulls a lopsided smile from him, the Uchiha paying sudden attention to her, totally interested in what she relates only because she involved death in the conversation.

"If you can't handle a heart like mine, Uchiha, don't waste your time with me. If you're not down to bleed, if you can't handle the choking, the biting, the loving, the smothering, until you can't handle it no more, go home fucking home, you bastard." She seems to spit hate with the very words he used to try and spook her, and Itachi devours every second of it. Emotionally unstable, he seeks a cynical and unnatural, unhealthy love to make him feel alive in a world of misery.

One of the Senju presumably shot on the ground seems to be moving, breathing hard, and the mobster doesn't hesitate for a second to pull a knife from his pocket and plunge it into his chest, cutting from throat to navel and drawing a rush of blood in the process. "Could you hold me through the night? Put your lips all over my mine, salty face when I start cryin'?" He asks bathed in red liquid, covered from head to toe in the massacre he has just performed on that poor man.

"Could you be my first time? Eat me up like apple pie, make me not wanna die, love me rough and let me fly, get me up, get me high, tie me down, don't leave my side? Don't be a waste of my fucking time?" (Y/N) seductively retorts, observing as the Uchiha stares at her intently, slowly approaching her, painted in a show of murder and cruelty.

"Can we just be honest, (Y/N)? These are the requirements. If you think you can be my one and only true love, you must promise to love me. And damn it, if you fuck me over, I will rip your fucking face apart, yeah?"

“I’m in.”

“Good girl.”

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"Prayed Up...." Pt. 2

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*after giving her a hug* "Congratulations..."

"Thanks, I guess."

*smirks* " I'm ignoring that. So anyway, how far along do you think you are?"

"Umm, after my ultrasound the doctor said I was about eight weeks. That was a some days ago so I'd say almost nine."

"Well, damn! That's pretty far, Dee!" *agitated* "When were you gonna tell me? And to have your first ultrasound too? Did anyone go with you at least?"

"No." *in a low tone* "Mimi was out of town and..."

"...Your sister wasn't an option?? I just don't get why you didn't tell me. I would've been by your side, no questions asked. To find out from friends after you had some issues is insane."

"I know..." *trying not to cry*

"Look, I'm sorry for getting all riled up. Even though you're an adult, you're still my baby. As a parent you'll always want to know what's going on with your child. And as my child, I will always have your back. You don't have to go through this alone. You have a village: Me, Mimi, and Sean." *looks at him* "Right Boo??"

*clears his throat* "Yeah..."

"Speaking of support, does your sugar daddy know he has a baby on the way? With all the gifts he buys you, he can surely step up."

"It's not his..."

"Okay...Well, did you tell the father then?"

"No..." *low toned*

"Shit..." *starts rubbing her back* "Listen, I know this is hard for you, but you have to at least tell him. Every child deserves both parents. Now if he doesn't want to be there, then that's on him. You have us." *rubs her back again* "Okay Dee??"

"Fuck..." *starts crying* "I am so sorry Dana. This isn't how either one of us expected things to turn out. If I didn't foolishly fall in love with him, none of this would've happened. I met him freshman year, fell head over heels that summer, and then was ghosted in the fall. I never thought I would see him again but I did and those feelings came back. I even justified shit. It was not supposed to go this far and now..."

"Listen, first you need to calm down. Shaking and stressing like this ain't good. There's no need to beat yourself up. We've all gone back to an Ex."

"You don't understand..."

"Alright...Then help me. Start with who this guy is and why this situation has you so stressed."

*starts crying again* "...It's Sean."

"Hold up...I think I heard wrong. I know you don't mean...?" *stares at him*

"I do..." *sobbing*

"Wow...Okay." *immediately gets up*

"I know you're not standing there nonchalant like that! Are you for real!? My mothafuckin sister!??" *slightly pushes him* "I met you that fall after y'all little fling. Why the fuck did you involve me!?" *pushes him again* "What kind of twisted shit are y'all on?"

"It wasn't the whole time, I swear. I'm so sorry Dana!" *still sobbing*

"So you're really not gonna say anything!?" *ignoring her*

"There's nothing I can say to help any of this. She was easy access, that's all. I don't know shit about a baby."

"Well now your disgusting ass does." *turns around* "And you! You need to cut that sorry shit the fuck out.! You're not sorry and you ain't a victim of love. You knew you were wrong and didn't care until shit blew up in your face. You're only stressed and scared because you're about to be alone."

"Here!" *throws her ring* "You earned it. I hope for your child's sake things work out." *leaves out*

"Are you fuckin happy now!? You've been dying to get her out of the picture so why all this crying?"

"I just wanted to be with you. Not have all this happen."

"How many times did I have to tell you to cut that delusional shit out? Why the hell did you tell her if you didn't want this to happen? And what the fuck is up with this baby shit?"

"I told her because I'm pregnant, Sean! I've only been with you and the guy I've been seeing. He had a vasectomy so it's obviously yours."

"Fuck! This is crazy." *starts pacing* "I hope you know shit ain't gonna go the way you want. We're not gonna be a family. I'll be there for the kid but that's where it ends. No one can know, Dee. I'll lose everything and that affects more than just me now. I'm gonna call my lawyer and get some things in place. Make a list of all the things your gonna need and I'll have it sent. Once the baby gets here, we'll figure out visitation and support, but until then, you're on your own.

To Be Continued......

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Today’s compilation:

Tonal Evidence (usa) 1991 Alternative Rock / Alternative Dance / Industrial / Synthpop / Experimental

Folks, I gotta say that I'm pretty beside myself with regards to this album; not because the music's bad—a lot of it's great!—but because I can't find almost any of these highlights on YouTube. And, I mean, we're talking London's Mute Records here, one of the biggest and most successful alternative labels in the world since its early 80s founding. You'd think every song in their catalogue would be up on YouTube by now, but apparently not. Either no one's uploaded any of this good music that's on this album or Mute practices in the dark art of copyright takedowns like nobody else's business. Either way, it's a shame that I can't make most of this stuff easily accessible to you all 😔.

That said, though, this early 90s compilation from Mute is really good. They're known for being on the forefront of alternative rock, alternative dance, industrial music, and synthpop, and with this US-tailored 1991 sampler of theirs, you get a nice taste of all of that stuff 😋.

Plus, a whole bunch of these songs were exclusives when they appeared on this album too. They may have popped up elsewhere since, but back in '91, if you purchased this CD, you were getting a sweet handful of rare goodies. And now that you can't find them anywhere to stream, I guess they're rare once again 😅. Funny how that works, eh?

Anyway, it doesn't always happen with late 80s and early 90s releases, because the music can feel a little bit primitive at times, but I think I'm more partial to the dance music that's on here than the alternative rock. Kris Weston, a guy who goes by Thrash, and who did other remixes for acts like Depeche Mode and U2 around this same time, does a sweet techno remix of Fortran 5's "Love Baby;" John Robie, a close associate of Arthur Baker, and who played synthesizers on Afrika Bambaataa & The Soulsonic Force's "Planet Rock," delivers a wild, cold, and thick electro remix of Cabaret Voltaire's "Yashar;" and there's a dynamite radio mix of "10 X Faster Than the Speed of Love," by Meat Beat Manifesto, one of the most important alt-electronic groups that's ever existed, and whose breakbeat stylings certainly served as an inspiration to the dawnings of trip hop, big beat, and drum n bass—all with an industrial edge too.

Plus, a shoegazey bit of early 90s indie pop from a Swedish band called Easy. They're actually still around after all these years, having released a brand new album just a few weeks ago. But this song, "Cloud Chamber," which is the second song off their 1990 debut album, Magic Seed, catches them in some of their very earliest days. Pleasant jangle-honking indie fare right there.

Awesome sampler with an eclectic slate that reflects all the different types of alternative music that Mute had its hand in shaping, but I've got almost no links to any of it 😞. Oh well.

Feel free to message me directly if you really wanna hear this album!

Highlights:

Fortran 5 - "Love Baby (Electropathy Mix)" Cabaret Voltaire - "Yashar (John Robie Mix)" Meat Beat Manifesto - "10 X Faster Than the Speed of Love (Radio Mix)" Renegade Soundwave - "Biting My Nails (1990 Remix)" The Weathermen - "Freedom Or Slavery (Conclusive Edit)" Easy - "Cloud Chamber"

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themacpsych · 8 months

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2024: Week Two

Yes, this is a day late, but it’s been quite the week so I hope you’ll understand.

Work

I had a really, really good week at work. I tore through my task list and made great progress on some important podcast and YouTube work. Plus some lovely client projects and interest from potential new clients.

I’m super excited about an upcoming collaboration with another psychologist. We’re going to co-host a podcast series all about psychological flexibility and how to develop it. Lots of work still to do, but I’m confident we’re going to have a great product at the end of it all. We did our first video podcast together a while back and we both agreed we worked well together.

I published my second Vlog on my work YouTube channel. It’s very much an experiment, but I can already see ways to improve the next one and keep improving as the weeks go by.

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Despite this, I stuck to my new healthy habits. I’ve maintained Dry January (it’s just too easy!), avoided junk food and snacks, and made it to the gym and went out for a run on Sunday. I could so easily have rationalised a few beers and burgers to ‘cheer me up’ after speaking with the doctor. But I didn’t. Frankly, that’s the kind of crap that my body really doesn’t need right now.

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And that….was the week that was.

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Of Moonlit Walks and Mountaintops

Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader

This is heavily inspired by the song "Kelly's Mountain" by JP Cormier! The song is linked at the bottom; I'd encourage that you read the fic before listening to the song, as it did directly inspire the plot, and thus contains spoilers!

Length: ~7.8k

Warnings: implied sexual content, one kinds steamy scene, character death, character injury described in some detail

Notes: Couldn't figure out how to go without name indicators this time :'( Tried something new with the POV, lemme know how you like it!

if I could only fly,

if I could build a bridge

I'd carry you my love

across this barren ridge

Wilbur shivered as he walked through the streets, leading his horse beside him. Spring was just barely beginning, so the world was still covered in a thick layer of snow up this far north, and the biting wind coming down off of the mountain sent a chill right through to his bones, despite the many layers he was wearing.

He was here on a desperately needed supply run for his family's homestead on the other side of the mountain. This was the nearest town to their isolated farm, however it was only accessible during the warmer months– the depths of winter making passage over the mountain essentially a death sentence. Wilbur's brother, Technoblade, had made the last trip out for supplies nearly four months ago at the end of the fall, and the family had had to rely on their own preserves and what he had brought back in order to make it through the winter.

The first signs of spring had only just begun to show themselves, although the season was far from fully arrived, winter's icy claws still very much sunk into the earth. But, the world had thawed just enough to allow safe passage over the mountain, and Wilbur's father had decided that it was up to him to travel the treacherous path over the mountain and into town for the desperately needed supplies.

Wilbur, as it were, was not particularly pleased with this decision.

"Why do I have to be the one to go?" Wilbur cried out, affronted. "Why can't Techno do it? Or Tommy?"

Phil sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I need Techno here to help me move those trees that fell across one of the fields. And Tommy is fifteen, I'm not sending him over the mountain by himself at his age."

"I could do it, I'm a big man!" Tommy chimed in from where he was hanging upside down over the arm of the couch.

"Absolutely not," their father replied, tone firm, "Wilbur will be going, and that is final."

And so here Wilbur was, half frozen but alive, thankfully.

His dad had made life easy for him, at least, having placed part of the order ahead via messenger bird at the general store. All Wilbur had to do was pick it up in two days time. In the interim, he could purchase the list of requests from the rest of his family, and some things for himself. He was in desperate need of new strings for his guitar, currently slung over his back; Tommy had requested more wool with which to make sweaters and scarves, as well as other sewing supplies, and sweets you could only pick up in town; Techno had left him a long list of new books he wanted to read, and had sent along his 2nd favourite axe for repairs at the blacksmith's; and Phil had only asked that he pick up more of the good paper and some ink from the stationers–maybe he should grab some pencils too, just to be safe.

As Wilbur planned out his best route to get everything done the next day, he and the family horse made their way slowly towards the inn where he would be staying. Deep in thought, a sudden flash of colour in his periphery caught his eye.

Shaking himself out of his head, Wilbur turned to look towards whatever it was that caught his attention. Laying eyes upon it, his heart stopped.

Standing before him was the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen. The flash of colour he had noticed was a bright blue ribbon tied into her long hair. It was really the only embellishment on her person. Her skirt was a simple thing, deep blue to match the ribbon. Her shoes were practical boots, her travelling cloak black and lined with fur.

As Wilbur watched, she made her way into the inn, and he scrambled to follow, entranced. Stopping quickly by the stables, passing off the reins and a few coins to the stablehand, he raced back towards the main entrance to the building.

Upon entering the inn, Wilbur's eyes scanned the room quickly, searching for the girl. He quickly spotted her sitting at one of the tables over in the dining area, and he began to make his way towards her. His quest to speak to the mysterious beauty was interrupted, however, but the sound of his name from the front desk.

"Wilbur!" Jack, his old friend, called out from behind the check in desk, "Wasn't expecting to see any of you lot for a few more weeks! How did your family fare through the winter? You'll take the usual room?"

"Yeah, thanks mate. We're doing well, I'm just here for a couple of days on a supply run. Mountain's just barely thawed enough to traverse, but it'll improve from here on out."

Jack hummed in acknowledgement, before adding, "I'll go grab your keys, just a moment," and vanishing into the staff area.

Wilbur took that moment to turn back to the girl, to find her already looking at him. She smiled as their eyes met, and Wilbur was rooted to the spot. As he continued to watch, the girl stood and made her way towards him.

Just as she was getting within arm's reach, Jack returned with the keys to Wilbur's room. Her shoulder just barely brushed against Wilbur's arm as she passed him by, and goosebumps immediately raised up on his skin at the gentle touch.

Choosing to ignore Jack for a moment, Wilbur followed the girl's figure with his eyes as she made her way across the rest of the room to the staircase leading to the sleeping quarters, casting one last shy smile over her shoulder at him before ascending the stairs out of sight.

"Here's your keys, Wil, sorry about the wait– Wilbur?"

Shaking his head and refocusing on the moment, Wilbur turned back to face Jack. "Jack. Who was that?"

"The girl who just walked past us?" Jack winced. "That's Old Man McGowan's daughter."

Wilbur's heart sank at the words.

Everyone knew Old Man McGowan, even a relative outsider like Wilbur. He owned a homestead a couple miles outside of town, and he was known for his harsh behaviour towards everyone, regardless of station. The only exception to this, or so Wilbur had heard, was his fair young daughter, whom he was fiercely protective over.

There were rumours that the man had threatened, or even shot, every man who had ever tried to court his daughter.

Wilbur had never seen the girl before now, but word around town was that she was perhaps the most exquisite creature to have ever walked the earth. He supposed he could confirm the truth in that statement now.

"Be careful with that one, Wil," Jack's voice once again snapped him out of his head, "I'm dead serious. Her most recent suitor– you remember James, the blacksmith's apprentice?-- ended up with a bullet in his thigh after McGowan heard he was planning on asking her to go out with him. He hadn't even asked her yet, she never said yes, just did it as kind of a preemptive thing, I suppose. Nobody actually saw him do it, or course, but James left town after that to live with some family a couple hours south, so pretty much everyone believes it was him. They're bad news, the both of them."

"Thanks for the advice, Jack, I'll keep that in mind." He was going to disregard that advice so fast. "Gonna go drop my things off now though, we can catch up some more later."

Wilbur hauled his bags up the stairs to his room and settled in quickly. He propped his guitar case up in the corner, flinging his satchel of clothes and supplies onto the table before collapsing onto the bed with a sigh. After laying there for a few minutes, he heaved himself up, making his way towards the communal bathrooms to freshen up.

Wilbur showered quickly, taking a moment to savour the hot water before washing himself, then towelling dry. He put on some fresh clothes, making his way out of the bathroom as he buttoned his shirt, once again deep in his own head. It wasn't too late in the day, just past 3pm, if he hurried he could drop Techno's axe off at the blacksmith's before dinner time, then–

His train of thought was abruptly derailed as he collided with another figure in the hallway.

Reaching his hands out on reflex to steady the other person, Wilbur looked down to see exactly who it was he had run into. His heart started beating overtime when he once again laid eyes on that blue ribbon, and eyes to match.

"So sorry," he rushed to get out, "are you alright?"

The girl's cheeks were absolutely on fire with a deep blush, eyes flicking up to make contact with Wilbur's own, then down to… his chest. Where his shirt was still half unbuttoned. Suddenly, Wilbur's cheeks felt just as hot as he was sure hers did.

"I'm Wilbur," he blurted out abruptly, any charisma he might normally have had abandoning him in light of the current situation. "What's your name?"

Still blushing wildly, the girl introduced herself. "Y/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N" he replied, eyes still locked onto hers. They stood for a moment, just looking at each other, before a muffled shout came from down the hallway, sounding like it may have been her name.

Immediately, Y/N's eyes flickered away from Wilbur's. "That was my father. I need to go," she said softly, suddenly sounding exhausted.

"O-of course," Wilbur replied, "Sorry for keeping you." He moved to the side, pressing against the wall to allow her the space to pass him by. She flitted past him, eyes on the floor, before abruptly pausing and whirling back around to face him.

"Do you know Don Campbell's fields?" she asked him. Wilbur nodded in response; he remembered running around Campbell's cornfield with his brothers when they were younger. The man was very easygoing, and didn't mind the village children playing in his fields so long as they didn't destroy the plants, making it a popular place to hang out, and for young couples to meet for dates.

Another call of her name sounded down the hallway, louder this time.

"Meet me there tonight, after moonrise." Her face was serious, eyes boring into Wilbur's. She smiled slightly as she added, "Bring your guitar."

And then she was gone.

~o0O0o~

Wilbur passed the remainder of the day in a daze, floating on a cloud of hazy anticipation. He could barely believe that the most gorgeous girl he had ever laid eyes on wanted to meet with him. Him! He could barely find the decorum to keep from grinning wildly for the rest of the day.

He did end up stopping by the blacksmith with Techno's axe, and he spent some time just wandering about the streets in the dying light of the setting sun, noting any changes from the previous summer when he had last visited. He meandered his way back to the inn for dinner, taking a seat at a table in the corner to eat his stew.

As he ate, Wilbur cast his eyes slowly around the room, taking in the other guests. It wasn't very busy, which made sense considering the time of year– two men at the bar that looked like they might be travelling salesmen, and a woman dressed in travelling clothes being the only others in the room.

His eyes flickered to the stairwell at the sound of footsteps growing louder.

And there was Y/N, looking even more breathtaking in the flickering candlelight of the inn's interior. Wilbur tried not to stare too obviously, especially considering that her father was at her side, levelling a glare at anyone who had the misfortune of catching his eye.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wilbur watched the pair settle at a booth opposite him. McGowan stood aside, allowing his daughter to slide into the bench against the wall first, before sitting down next to her, essentially boxing the girl in. She looked very small, sitting there next to him.

As the barmaid came over to take their order, Wilbur observed the situation quietly. McGowan spoke very curtly to her, giving both his own and his daughter's order. Y/N, for her part, sat silently, eyes on the table.

Wilbur finished his meal and left the price of his meal, plus enough to tip the barmaid on the table and made his way back towards his room.

As he passed by, he briefly made eye contact with Y/N, giving her a very small smile as he passed by.

Arriving back onto his room, Wilbur sat on the bed with a sigh. After a moment's thought, he picked up his guitar and began to tune it. Might as well be prepared for later tonight.

Once finished with the instrument and set it aside, he paced around the room for a few minutes, nervous anticipation brewing under his skin. Eventually, Wilbur found himself laying back on the bed, watching out the window for the moon to appear over the trees.

It was just a waiting game at this point. Wilbur settled himself in for the long haul.

~o0O0o~

Finally, after an agonizing hour and a half wait, Wilbur spotted the soft light of the full moon begin to peek up above the treeline.

He practically sprang from the bed where he'd been reclining. Throwing on his thick coat and other outdoor gear, barely remembering to sling his guitar case over his shoulders, he threw on his boots and then headed towards the door.

Moving quietly as to not disturb any other guests, Wilbur made his way to the front door and out into the quiet streets.

It was a clear night, with a full moon and a sky full of stars casting a gentle, white light over the town and surrounding countryside. But, it was even colder now that the sun had set, the wind cutting through Wilbur's layers like they weren't even there. He shivered, huddling further into his coat collar, and hurried his steps towards Campbell's fields.

Upon arriving, Wilbur faltered in his steps a bit, unsure. Should he go in? Had he beat her here? Eventually, he settled in to wait leaning up on one of the fence poles near the gate, staring up at the sky. It was a little more sheltered from the wind here, at least, with trees lining the road across from the fields, and the pale stalks of last season's corn still standing in the field next to him.

It wasn't long before he heard footsteps come crunching down the rocky path. Looking away from the stars, Wilbur set his eyes on something even more breathtaking than the cosmos.

Y/N approached him quickly, clutching her cloak close to her body as an attempt to shield herself from the cold. If he had thought that the flickering candlelight suited her well, then she was absolutely made to be under the moonlight. Her skin almost seemed to glow in the pale light, her hair shining where it had been cast down about her shoulders.

"Fancy seeing you here," he greeted once she was standing in front of him. She offered a smile in return, shivering slightly and drawing her cloak even closer around her.

He offered out his arm. "Shall we?" Y/N nodded her head, slipping her arm into his. The two of them began a lazy circuit around the perimeter of the field.

Conversation started out pretty awkward and stilted, but pretty soon Wilbur and Y/N had settled into an easy and light "getting-to-know-you" type chat. He spoke about the mischief he and his brothers got up to, while she explained what it was like living and helping out around her father's homestead.

Wilbur had had a potential destination in mind since they started walking– an old fir tree his family used to picnic under. He hoped that it was still there, and that his memory hadn't failed him in recalling how to get there.

After another couple minutes of walking, chatting and laughing, the tree came into sight, so Wilbur gently began to guide them towards it. The bench was still there, he noted, though looking a little worse for wear than what he remembered. Still, it appeared sturdy enough, and held their weight as the pair settled atop of it.

Y/N's cheeks were flushed pink from the cold, but she was smiling so sweetly up at him. Her eyes widened as he slung his guitar case off of his back, a look of pure delight spreading across her face. "You actually brought it," she said happily, "Oh, I love music. Will you play me a song?"

"That was kind of the whole point of me bringing it, darling," Wilbur replied, unable to stop the pet name falling from his lips. Although, based on the way her pink flush deepened, he didn't think Y/N was opposed to it.

Quickly double checking his tuning, Wilbur then began to play. Y/N's eyes quickly drifted closed, and she began to sway to the melody, a peaceful expression taking over her face. He continued to play for as long as he could, moving from one song to the next, until he reluctantly drew the piece to a close.

"I'm afraid I can't feel my fingers any longer, my dear," he explained regretfully to Y/N as her eyes fluttered open, setting his guitar back into the open case on the ground. Her eyebrows furrowed in concern, and she grabbed his hands from where they were resting on his lap to clutch them to her chest. Suddenly, his face felt hot.

"Is that a little better?" she asked him, looking up to meet his eyes. Wilbur could do nothing but nod, voice dying in his chest.

They sat like that a minute, just looking at each other, until a sudden gust of wind made them both shiver. "I suppose we should be heading back." Her voice sounded regretful as she spoke. As much as he hated it, Wilbur had to agree.

The began making their way back towards the inn, once again arm in arm, much slower than when they had approached the fields.

"You mentioned that you're from the other side of the mountain. How long will you be in town for?"

"Just the next three days, I'm only here to pick up some supplies that we can't get anywhere else."

"... I see."

Conversation dwindled out after that, but the silence was comfortable.

After a few moments, Wilbur noticed Y/N was huddling a little closer to his side, shivering faintly. "Are you cold, darling?" he asked, stopping in place and using their attached arms as leverage to turn her to face him.

She shrugged. "Maybe a little bit. We'll be back soon enough, I'll be alright."

Making a small noise of dissatisfaction, Wilbur began unwinding his scarf from around his neck. Y/N watched him, visibly surprised, her lips slightly parted.

As he began winding the scarf around her neck, he noted that she looked very deep in thought. After a couple more seconds, she hesitantly spoke up.

"Hey Wil. Can I… ask you something?"

He hummed in acknowledgement, busy trying to get the scarf to lay the way he wanted it to around her neck.

"I– um. I was wondering… when you," She inhaled deeply, albeit a little shakily, and brought one of her hands up to grasp at his. Startled, he met her eyes, dead serious under the pale light of the moon.

"Please, take me with you when you go home."

Wilbur blinked, startled.

Taking his silence as her cue to continue, Y/N pressed onwards. " My father… you saw him at dinner. He isn't a kind man. He's very possessive of me. He won't allow me to spend time with anyone in town or make friends, let alone try and find love; he's threatened anyone brave enough to try." Wilbur watched, heart aching, as she flicked her gaze downwards, eyes filled with tears. And still, she continued on.

"I thought that I would be content waiting for him to die in order to be able to live my life, but then today I saw you and… something just snapped inside me. I really just… I can't live like this anymore." Y/N looked back up at him, eyes shining, two trails of tears gently running down her cheeks, "Please. Please, Wilbur. I just– I can't–" her sentence devolved as she continued to cry.

"Hey, okay, that's alright darling, of course I'll take you home with me," Wilbur soothed, "You won't ever have to worry about him again."

He opened his arms slowly, not wanting to move too quickly and spook her. "C'mere, darling." He slowly wrapped himself around her, pulling her gently into his chest. She tensed up for a moment, before relaxing into it and returning his embrace, pushing further into his chest and gripping the back of his coat tightly. In return, Wilbur adjusted his hold slightly, one hand coming up to card through her hair, pressing a soft kiss to Y/N's hairline as he moved to rest his head atop of hers.

Slowly, Y/N's breathing evened out as she calmed down and stopped crying. She shifted in his hold as though pulling away, and Wilbur let her move back slightly, though he did keep his arms locked around her waist in a gentle hold.

"Thanks for that," she said quietly, still sniffling slightly.

He smiled. "Of course, darling. Now, shall we continue on?"

They began walking again, although this time instead of linking arms, Wilbur kept Y/N held firmly against his body with an arm around her waist. She snuggled in close to him, a contented sigh leaving her lips.

Once the lights of the town came into view, Y/N reluctantly pulled away from his embrace. "We'll have to head the rest of the way back separately. My father may have waited up for me, and we absolutely can't be seen together."

Nodding his assent, Wilbur raised her hand up to his lips, gently kissing the back of it. Her face erupted in a deep red blush.

"Same time and place tomorrow?" he offered.

She smiled, just a small thing. "I'd really like that." Slowly, she unwound his scarf from around her neck. Stepping up closer and raising up onto her toes to reach, she slung the piece of fabric around him. Pausing quickly and taking a breath, almost as though psyching herself up, Y/N then leaned up as high as she could and pressed a soft kiss against Wilbur's cheek.

He blinked in surprise feeling the flush move across his face and down his neck. He no longer felt cold at all, but rather, quite warm.

"See you tomorrow, Wil," she said softly, giving him one last smile. She walked backwards away from him, continuing to hold his hand until the last possible second before letting it drop.

And then she finally turned, and vanished into the darkness.

Wilbur stood there for a moment, just savoring the last few seconds of the night. He brought his scarf up to his face; it smelled, just slightly, of Y/N's perfume.

He began to make his way back to the inn, taking a longer route through town to avoid arriving at the same time as Y/N. Once there, he crept quietly through the main floor and back up to his room, before collapsing in the bed, still in his outdoor gear.

A wide grin overtook Wilbur's face as he thought back over the last few hours. He let out a breathless little giggle, before heaving himself up to get ready for bed.

He couldn't wait for tomorrow night.

~o0O0o~

Wilbur awoke to sunlight on his face in the morning. Sitting up quickly, he grabbed a piece of bread from the loaf he had brought from home for breakfast, quickly finishing it and starting to get ready for the day.

Time seemed to pass simultaneously very quickly and syrupy slow as Wilbur made his way around town, completing various errands.

He stopped in at the stationer and picked up paper and ink, plus some more pencils. He checked in with the blacksmith about Techno's axe. He spent some time in the stables, taking care of the family horse. He picked out some thread and yarn for Tommy at the tailor's shop, and also grabbed the boy some chocolates at the patisserie. He picked up two new packs of strings for his guitar from the specialty shop.

Having finished most of his errands, and electing to leave the bookstore for the next day, Wilbur opted to spend a few coins on some cured meat from the butcher's to tide him over until dinner. He wandered the streets aimlessly as he ate, enjoying the faint warmth of the pale sunlight as it glinted off the snow. Already, it was starting to set behind the mountain, casting long shadows of the peak over the town.

He'd barely even seen a glimpse of Y/N today, he noted. Every time he caught sight of her, she was accompanied by her father, looming over her shoulder like a foreboding sort of shadow. His hulking form next to her made her appear very small. Wilbur was afraid to even look at her too long, let alone attempt to make eye contact, just in case McGowan took issue with it.

Eventually, Wilbur headed back to the inn to have dinner, then back up to his room to wait for moonrise once again. Once he saw the moonbeams come up over the rooftops, he took the same route to Campbell's fields as he had the day before.

The night passed in much the same way as the previous one had, although this time instead of idle chatter, Wilbur and Y/N spent most of their time together planning how, exactly, they were going to smuggle her out from under her father's thumb.

"I think we should leave at night, while my father is sleeping," Y/N said, snuggling further into Wilbur's chest where she was tucked under his arm. "Makes us less likely to get caught."

They were once again seated on the bench underneath the fir tree, but this time, instead of playing his guitar, Wilbur played with Y/N's hair as she rested against him. He had thought ahead and brought along a blanket to wrap around their shoulders and shield them from the cold– that plus their combined body heat made for quite the cozy little sanctuary.

Wilbur hummed in response to Y/N's statement, placing an absent kiss to her forehead. "That's not going to work, unfortunately. Trying to climb the mountain in the dark is practically a death sentence. I'm thinking we'll leave just before dawn. It's about an hour to the foot of the mountain, so it should be getting light out by then, and by the time we're high enough up for it to really be dangerous to fall, it should be light enough to see fairly well."

They again walked arm in arm to the town's edge before parting ways. The two decided not to meet up the next night, giving them both a little extra time to get things ready before their departure the following morning. Y/N once again left him with a kiss, although this time instead of being smack in the middle of his cheek, it was on the very outside corner of his mouth.

And again, just like yesterday, Wilbur walked back to the inn practically floating on air, and went to bed anticipating the next day. It would be his last full day in town, and then he and Y/N would make their escape, ready to begin their life together properly. He smiled, as he let himself fall asleep.

~o0O0o~

The next day dawned, and Wilbur completed the same morning routine as the previous day, before wandering out into the street to complete the last of his errands.

It was overcast, with the potential for a late season snow, and Wilbur was grateful that he didn't have to travel today.

As he was making his way down the main street of the town towards the bookshop, he heard someone calling his name. Turning around to see who it was, he was very surprised to see Y/N, all alone for once.

She hurried up to him, smiling broadly. "Wilbur! I'm so glad I caught you!"

"Y/N? What's going on, where's your father?" Wilbur glanced wildly around, almost expecting the man to jump out of the shadows, wielding his gun.

Y/N let out a breathless laugh. "He was called home for an emergency with one of our heifers. He opted for me to stay here so that we don't lose our room at the inn. He won't be back until late tonight, he said, so I can spend all day with you! Isn't it wonderful?"

Wilbur couldn't help but let himself become completely engulfed in her enthusiasm, picking her up and spinning her around with a broad grin. "It really is wonderful, darling. I have to finish some errands first, though, and then I'm all yours."

"Could I join you on your errands? I promise I won't get in the way," she looked up at him through her lashes as she spoke, and Wilbur was helpless to those eyes.

"Of course you can, darling. Any extra moment with you is a welcome addition to my day." He raised the back of her hand to his lips for a kiss, before offering his arm to her to hold. And then, they were off.

Walking around town with Y/N like a normal young couple felt amazing. They kept up a joking conversation, occasionally bumping shoulders playfully. They swung quickly by the blacksmith's to pick up Techno's axe, and by the general store to pick up Phil's order, both of which they popped into the saddlebags of Wilbur's horse in the stable, before making their way to the bookstore.

They separated for the first time that day inside of the bookshop, as Wilbur began methodically working his way through the list of books his family had requested with the assistance of the clerk. Y/N, for her part, wandered about the shelves slowly, perusing the titles.

After close to an hour, he had finally amassed all of the books that he needed. Thanking the clerk profusely, Wilbur turned to find Y/N as the store employee figured out his total. He found her standing not too far away, absolutely engrossed in a book.

"Are you going to buy that one?" he asked as he came up next to her, slipping an arm around her waist.

She smiled ruefully up at him. "I can't. Father didn't leave me with very much money, I can't afford it." Sighing softly, Y/N went to place the book back on the shelf, when Wilbur abruptly plucked it right out of her hands.

Striding quickly across the store, he placed the book on the top of his pile. "Add this one too, please," he said to the clerk, who smiled and nodded, quickly adding the price to the running total.

"Oh, Wil, you don't have to–" Y/N started to say, before he cut her off. "But I want to. You deserve nice things, darling, this is the least I could do." He smiled at her.

Blushing faintly, Y/N uttered a quiet 'thank-you', before sliding her arm into his.

Wilbur quickly slung the satchel full of books over his shoulder, and then they were off once again.

It was getting close to lunchtime, so they stopped for food at the bakery; Wilbur purchased spinach hand pies for both himself and Y/N, as well as a fruit turnover to share.

They sat on a bench in the town square to eat their lunch. Wilbur was grateful for the break, lugging all those books around was starting to hurt his shoulder.

"Thank you again for buying lunch, Wil, I really appreciate it," Y/N said, as she finished her half of the turnover.

"Don't mention it, darling," he replied, "it was my pleasure."

She had a small spot of jam near the corner of her mouth. Wilbur desperately wanted to kiss it off of her, but he refrained due to the public nature of their location. Instead, he opted to bring his thumb up and swipe the jam off, then putting the digit up to his mouth to lick it clean. Y/N followed his thumb with her eyes throughout its journey, transfixed. She was blushing again, Wilbur noted smugly.

"Anyplace else you wanted to go, my dear?" he asked her, and she shook her head in reply.

They meandered slowly around town, no specific destination in mind. The pair made another stop by the tailor's, where Wilbur purchased a gorgeous new silk ribbon for Y/N's hair, in a stunning shade of scarlet. Ignoring her protests about how 'it's too expensive' and 'really, you don't have to', Wilbur pressed the ribbon into her hands with a small smile, and a gentle murmur of, "I enjoy getting to spoil you, darling."

Just about done in town, but still with a couple of hours until dinner, the pair make their way back to the inn to spend some quiet time inside.

"Would you like to join me in my room? It has a seating area where you could read, if you wanted." Wilbur was uncharacteristically hesitant in asking, not wanting to push too far, too fast.

Almost immediately, his fear was alleviated when Y/N smiled and nodded at him.

They made their way up to his room, Wilbur finally depositing the satchel of books with an audible thud. He quickly dug out the one that Y/N had picked out and handed it to her. She then settled into the loveseat in the corner to begin reading.

For his part, Wilbur pulled out his guitar and his notebook from the case, and began playing around with some chord progressions.

The room was quiet, aside from Wilbur's gentle music, and filled with a sense of peace. It draped over the pair like a warm blanket, cocooning them in a sense of calm.

Wilbur's fingers slowed to a stop against the strings of his instrument. He wasn't really making much progress on the song anyways, constantly flicking his eyes up to look at Y/N, before looking away again. At this point, he stopped trying to hide it, and began staring shamelessly. He could practically feel the besotted look taking over his face.

A couple minutes later, Y/N seemed to notice his attention on her– she blinked herself out of her book to return Wilbur's gaze, one eyebrow raised in question.

"You're beautiful," he said. Almost as though compelled by an outside force, he got up and sat next to her on the loveseat, reaching a hand out to cup her cheek.

Y/N leaned into his touch, eyes becoming half-lidded as they looked at each other. After a few moments, Wilbur flicked his eyes down to glance at her lips. Her tongue darted out in response, and he looked back to her eyes just in time to catch her glancing down at his mouth in turn.

Leaning forward slightly, he murmured, "May I?"

"Yes," she breathed in response, and then they finally came together in a kiss.

It started out very sweet, but it didn't stay that way long. Wilbur's hand slid around from Y/N's cheek to the back of her head, where it tangled in her hair. When her lips parted in a gasp, Wilbur took that opportunity to slide his tongue into Y/N's mouth. She rewarded him with a soft hum in the back of her throat as she tentatively began to match the movements of his tongue with her own.

Things moved very quickly from there.

In a bid to be closer to him, Y/N slung her leg over Wilbur's lap, ending up in a straddle, their bodies pressed together from chest to hips. Wilbur's hands fell to her waist and then trailed lower, as their lips seperated with a wet sound.

Wilbur's fingers found the edge of Y/N's skirt. "May I?" he asked again, slowly moving his hand under the hem. "You may," she replied, and then leaned in to kiss him again. His fingers trailed up under her skirts to grip at a thigh, thumb stroking back and forth over the soft skin there.

Y/N's hips shifted. Wilbur's grip tightened. It was stiflingly hot, suddenly.

She did it again, hips moving in tiny little circles against him.

Head tipping back, Wilbur groaned out, "God, Y/N." He moved to attach his lips to her neck in retaliation, sucking softly on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, which caused her to move against him once more, harder this time.

"Ah! Wil–ohh…"

Something inside of him snapped. Moving both of his hands to the back of her thighs, Wilbur used all of his strength to stand the two of them up, Y/N's legs wrapping around his waist. He swallowed her gasp of surprise with another heated kiss.

"Is this okay?" he muttered against her lips, taking a step towards the bed.

"Yes, Wil, please!" She tugged at his hair in response.

It was only a couple of long strides before they were falling into the bed, breath escaping Y/N's lungs as her back hit the mattress.

"Still good?" Wilbur checked in one last time. Y/N nodded, looking absolutely debauched.

Wilbur took one last moment to admire her underneath him, hair splayed across the pillows, mouth red, cheeks flushed pink, then he let himself fall.

~o0O0o~

Several hours later, Wilbur watched from his place on the bed as a dark mark he had left low on Y/N's collarbone was covered as she re-buttoned the top of her dress.

They had savoured the little time they had left together for as long as possible, drawing out every moment, until Y/N had to get ready to go back to her own room before her father returned.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning, bright and early," she said to him once she was fully dressed, "and then we'll never have to part like this again."

She walked over to him and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips before slipping out into the hallway.

Wilbur allowed himself a minute to wallow– he missed her already– before he got up and packed as much as he was able to, making sure he was prepared for a rapid departure in the morning.

Once that was done, he let himself fall into a fitful sleep, thoughts cast ahead to a bright future with his beloved.

~o0O0o~

The next morning saw Wilbur up before dawn, getting everything down to the stables and packed onto his horse. Y/N joined him right as he was finishing up. They added her meager bag of possessions to one of the saddlebags, and then they were all set to go.

He couldn't resist pulling her into a deep kiss– it may have wasted several precious moments of time, but it was worth it. Finally pulling apart to breathe, Wilbur offered out his hand for Y/N, and they started walking.

Not many words were spoken as they made their way to the base of the mountain, the both of them still half asleep. The only sound was the hoof falls of the horse, echoing through the empty plains around them. The walk still passed fairly quickly, however, and before long they were standing at the bottom, looking up at the craggy peak.

"You ready?" Wilbur asked Y/N. She nodded, a determined look in her eyes.

Dawn was washing over them now, orange streaking along the sky. It lit up the mountain, casting it in a yellow glow that seemed to turn the snowcapped grey stone to molten gold.

As they began their ascent, Wilbur explained the route to Y/N. "This mountain has two summits, technically, both around the same height. We're aiming to head through the center passage between the two. It's a lot faster than trying to go over the peak, or going around the base."

Y/N nodded. "Makes sense. How far from the base is your house?"

"Not very far, thankfully. Soon as we're though the pass, you'll be able to see it."

They were about three quarters of the way to the pass when Wilbur first noticed the strange rumbling sound coming from behind them. To his left, Y/N let out a gasp, looking back towards town.

"It's my father. He's coming this way! We have to go!"

Wilbur glanced back. And sure enough, there was McGowan, sat astride a horse, heading straight for them, rifle slung over his back.

They quickened their pace, but it wasn't enough. McGowan arrived near the base of the mountain, pulled his rifle down, and took aim.

The first shot missed them wide to the right. The second was closer, but still wide.

"Isn't he afraid he's going to hit you?" Wilbur shouted.

"I don't really think he cares at this point," Y/N yelled back.

They continued picking their way up, narrowly avoiding the third and fourth shots. If they could make it into the pass, they'd take away his line of sight, Wilbur knew.

"He's only got one shot left in that magazine, we're so close!" Y/N called out.

He ushered her over a ledge and into the safety of the pass, then encouraged the horse to head in as well. The fifth shot rang out.

Wilbur gritted his teeth, hauled himself up over the ledge, and entered the pass.

"We made it! Oh my God, we actually made it!" Y/N was enthused as she continued deeper into the passage. "He can't shoot us anymore now we're out of view, and it'll take him ages to pick his way up here. We're practically home free!"

She twirled around in celebration, laughing, before glancing over at Wilbur in confusion, where he was still standing right in the entrance to the path.

"Wilbur? We've still got a ways to go, no time to rest yet. Are… are you alright?"

Swallowing heavily, he stumbled forward a few steps to meet her. His hand, which had been gripping his left side, came away covered in blood.

"Think he got me," Wilbur said, doing his best to smile through the pain, before his knees buckled. Y/N barely managed to catch him.

They stumbled forward a ways, enough to see the bright daylight spilling through the opening to the far side of the mountain. Just a few feet shy of it, Wilbur's foot him a rock and he went down, hard, into a snowdrift. The cold felt nice against the wound, numbing the burning pain some.

"No, no, Wilbur please, we're so close," Y/N fell to her knees beside him, tugging on his arm, "I'm not strong enough to lift you, you have to help me out here."

Wilbur felt his expression turn up into a gentle smile. He focused on Y/N's tearstained face, reaching up his right hand to cup her cheek.

"You're so beautiful."

Her expression crumpled further. "Wil, c'mon, you gotta get up. You-you gotta…" she trailed off into a sob.

Wilbur moved his hand around to the back of her head and pulled her head down into the crook of his neck. She sobbed against him, nearly wailing, as he pressed gentle kisses to the side of her head.

Distantly, but growing closer, they could hear someone shouting out her name.

Wilbur wet his lips. His throat was very dry. "Your father is coming. You need to go."

"Not without you!" Y/N wailed, clutching tighter to the lapels of his coat.

Mustering up his remaining strength, Wilbur braced the arm of his good side against the ground, raising himself up to his elbow and dislodging her grip in the process. He brought his other arm around to once again cup Y/N's cheek in his hand, forcing her to meet his eyes.

A few moments too late, Wilbur realized that he had smeared blood over her face. From the way she clutched at his hand however, it didn't appear that she noticed or cared.

"Darling, you need to get a move on before he catches up."

"I'm not leaving you!" Y/N yelled, face set stubbornly despite her tears.

Wilbur smiled sadly. "My love, I'm afraid you don't have a choice."

The shouts were growing louder.

"When you get to my home, I need you to-" Wilbur sucked in a sharp breath, a pained grimace emerging on his face, " I need you to tell my father and brother what happened here today. Tell them where to find me. Don't leave me here alone forever."

Y/N nodded her head, expression full of heartbreak. She leaned to press one last lingering kiss to his lips. Wilbur closed his eyes, savouring the moment. When he opened them again, she was standing up, and grabbing the reins of the horse.

"Trust him to guide you down the mountain. He knows the way," Wilbur said. Y/N nodded her head.

She started forward, before stopping to look back.

"Good-bye, Wilbur," her voice broke, "I love you."

Wilbur smiled. "I love you too, darling. Now go."

He kept himself propped up long enough to watch her walk out into the light on the other side of the passage and vanish from his sight, before collapsing back into the snow once more.

He exhaled shakily, a smile on his lips. He finally allowed his eyes to flutter closed. The darkness rushed up to meet him, as his surrounding faded away.

Still smiling, Wilbur let himself fall.

Did he die? I dunno, you decide!

(Canonically, in the song, yes he did, but you can ignore that if you want...)

God, this thing really took on a life of it's own... It was supposed to be like 3k!! Why am I like this!!

Anyways, you can listen to "Kelly's Mountain", the song inspo for this piece here!

#wilbur x y/n #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot imagine #mcyt imagine #grey's rambles

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whirlybirbs · 3 years

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FEVER-DREAM ; echo/reader

summary: echo is fine-tuning his new prosthesis. you have experience, you help. unspoken feelings are acted on. adoration blooms. you learn what mesh’la means.

word count: 3k

pairing: echo / f!reader

tags: mutual pining, lots of tender looks, victorian-era hand-touching sluttiness, echo is a gentle soul, reader is head over heels, a touch of ptsd mention, set on ord mantell, mention of our boy fives, in this house we love assistive devices, enough sexual tension to power the death star

a/n: this is me round-house kicking the bad batch writers in the throat because they made echo cosplay a droid — but, also because this man deserves to be treated as more than a means to a mission’s end. majority of you know i am ~bitter~ (understatement of the century) of tbb’s plot/design/writing. but echo has been a favorite from the original days... so have some very soft fic.

i reference character redesigns by @nibeul in this piece — please go peep them here, and some updated character spreads here! they’re really beautiful and add a phenomenal layer of storytelling to the existing designs that’s lacking. nibuel’s art and writing is lovely. please give them a follow — i can’t rec their work enough.

“How does it feel?”

The words are nearly whispered; it’s clear you didn’t want to startle him, and Echo can feel the pinch in his brow soften at your sudden appearence in the doorway.

His bunk, at the back of the Havoc Marauder, is small — the space itself even more so. There’s a makeshift partition, hooked together with spare parts and meant to offer a bit of privacy on the cramped vessel. Its slate grey color has faded, and the edges have become tattered in the cycles of use.

When Echo pulls his dark eyes up from his work, you’re leaning against the frame — your expression is earnest.

For a moment, the once-ARC Trooper is quiet.

He wonders if he’ll ever get used to your attention. Each and every time, it sends him into a spiral; his heart catches as he inhales and tries to push down the warm stir in his gut. The sight of you is enough, nowadays, to melt Echo’s well-maintained irritability. His attention is stolen from his ever-present pain, if only for a bit.

There are plenty of days where he misses the old him — the wide-eyed, eager ARC Trooper who had his brothers by his side. His real brothers. Hevy, Cutup, Droidbait... Fives.

Fuckin’ hell, Fives was probably staring down at him now laughing.

No matter what changes, you’re still shit with the ladies, vod’ika.

In a way he hasn’t fully admitted to himself, you make him feel like himself again. Like... Like some shiny cadet, on leave and distracted by the promises of pretty smiles passing-by. It’s good.

This makes him feel... good.

He flexes, and his right hand — the new, gunmetal durasteel cyberized-prosthesis — closes into a tight fist. It’s taken him a bit, but the feeling isn’t so foreign now. It’s still... slow. Slower than he’s used to, but you’d mentioned it may take some time. The phantom feelings get better, too. All in all, it’s a good thing.

Your own hand, your left, glimmers back in the same gunmetal color.

(Echo had never pressed you about the missing limb — not until one day, in Cid’s, you’d joined him in a quiet corner. You’d spilled your drink and a complaint about getting the star-cherry syrup out of the joints had slipped out. Echo had laughed; a real laugh, the sort that was so rare coming from him, it had you staring at him as if he’d hung ever star in the sky.

Can I ask how it happened? he’d said, breaking the heavy silence when your eyes never left his.

The Pykes, you’d said, and that was enough.)

“I haven’t, uh... Haven’t gotten the sensory calibration right yet.”

Then, his prosthesis cramps. His fingers go rigid, and Echo curses sharply as he reaches around his forearm to quickly reboot the appendage. It goes slack, then hums alive once more.

You wince.

You’re slow to move into the room — and you settle atop one of the crates Echo had stolen from the belly of the ship, an old Mantell Mix shipping container. You’re mindful to set his datapad aside, to not disturb his space too much. Before you reach for his hand, however, you lift your chin and open your hands in your lap.

“May I?” you ask, just as soft as before.

Echo feels small under your gaze.

Truth be told, you’re doing more than just... asking. You’re taking him in — appreciating him. It’s a habit that’s grown more and more apparent to not only himself, but the others.

In recent rotations, Echo has let his hair grow out — not long, but the once close buzz he’d kept has begun to curl at the top. Not entirely dissimilair to how it was before the Citadel. The dermal implants, the ones the Techno Union installed in order to parse the nuerological data in his head, stand out against his warm-colored skin.

His usual AJ^6-inspired headpiece is resting on his bunk.

That damn thing.

A neccesary tool. One that, given the amount of user data Tech had procured when working on modifying the implant, Echo found himself immediately distrusting. It wasn’t as if the AJ^6 cyborg construct had a beautiful track record, and frankly, Echo would like to keep his personality in tact, thank you very much. There were plenty of days he felt machine enough.

It wasn’t often you saw him without the headset; you knew it made linking in via his scomp easier to handle, it made the visualization of data transfers as easy as breathing. For Echo, it was a part of his vast kit, an important tool. For you, seeing him without it bubbles up a bit of a smile.

Echo catches it.

His eyes narrow playfully.

He looks... well. You — hell, are there words for it? For the way the sight of him makes you feel? It’s like there’s a world full of potential there, a thousand words unsaid, and feelings that have steeped in the warmth of longing gazes and half-there touches.

You’re still looking up at him, knees bent on the crate.

You blink, realizing you’ve been caught staring — not for the first time and certainly not for the last. In the beginning, it had left a sour taste in Echo’s mouth. But, now... Well, it stokes a sort of pride in his chest that he hangs onto.

It never gets easier to recover from — certainly not when Echo smirks. He moves to allow you to take his prosthesis into your lap. The gesture is gentle; your fingers cradle the firm yet pliable metal.

“What?” he asks. His voice, low and rough and warm, is tinted with amusement.

“Nothing,” you say vaguely with a shrug — as if that’s supposed to explain any part of your enamored stare. Your attention moves to the prosthesis.

“Nothing?” he asks, moving to thumb his left ear with his free hand with a dash of nervousness. A habit. Echo tilts his head as his fingers brush the cochlear implant there. The panel rests neatly against the side of his head, a small rounded-off square. The bite of self-consciousness has dwindled around you — but still, it creeps back up every now and again.

The Corporal’s brows knot playfully as you turn his new hand over in your lap; you’re admiring the upgraded feel, the more seamless panelling in comparison to your own. Echo watches your lashes flutter in silent thought.

Then:

“You’re a terrible liar, you know.”

You blink slowly at the hand, swallow down your sudden sheepishness and ignore his gaze. You bite back the smile digging into your cheeks. “Maybe.”

“Do I have something on my face?” he asks suddenly, and you look up.

A baited trick. He’s smiling.

The warm sort — the sort reserved for you and for Omega. The two souls that hold a piece of his heart, with all its ticking valves and electric timed pulses. There are machinisms that keep him alive, and then there is you. Your wide-eyed expression melts, giving way to the sort of smile he’s tried to memorize over and over. It’s the same smile that has warded off that reoccuring nightmare of the night on the tarmac at the Citadel, the same smile that has pulled him through the grit of phantom pains.

“What—” a sudden laugh bursts from your chest, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You were staring, mesh’la,” he rumbles out as a reminder, enjoying the fact he’s suddenly become the center of your attention. Echo leans back, his boot toeing yours. You nudge it back. Your face feels hot. You ignore his pointedly teasing look with a roll of your eyes.

The nickname started a few weeks ago. You haven’t asked what it means — no, for now it’s meaning hangs in the balance. Untouched but there. The affection the word carries makes your heart feel heavier and unbelievably full.

“Bad habit,” you chirp back, looking up at him through your lashes.

His laugh is warm.

“Maybe not.”

“No,” you say quietly; your voice is soft as your eyes bounce across his face, tracing the lines of his face with your gaze, “I don’t think it is.”

There’s a silence that slips between you — a comfortable one. It’s heavier than before. That has begun to happen recently, especially with the petal-soft utterance of mesh’la becoming more and more frequent. You hold his gaze. Echo lets out a soft, contented sigh.

Then, you remember the task at hand.

You clear your throat.

“Uh... The access panel I’m looking for,” you say slowly as your raise your finger to point to your own arm, “It’s on your bicep.”

Echo blinks. He clears his own throat before looking down — he hadn’t even noticed that access panel. That could explain the jarring miscommunication stalling the limb. This model had more bells and whistles than he initally realized.

Better than a fuckin’ scomp link, that’s for sure.

Wordlessly, Echo makes room on his bunk. You move to settle beside him, your bent leg resting aginst his hip as you half-straddle the bed; your other knee brushes his thigh — and Echo tries to sit still. You’re close, now.

“Is it okay if...?” you trail off, fingers tugging on the short sleeve of his blacks; you pause until Echo offers a curt nod. You catch him swallow. You push onward, fingers nimbly rolling the fabric up over his broad bicep.

Echo steals a glance your way as your fingers pass across a slip of his bare skin.

In his lap, both his hands twitch.

He’s no small man. Lean and athletic, Echo is built like a soldier. Omega had said once that Echo was an ARC Trooper, one of the best of the best. You believed every bit of it, and you’d hung on her words when she’d rambled on about ARC training, about Kamino, and about who Echo was before you knew him. It was all in the past, though. That Echo is a part of this Echo but... They’re different men. He’s been changed by the things that have happened.

You don’t press him on the details.

In time, they’re slipped into conversation here and there — between the here and now.

In the beginning, when you’d found yourself amongst the crew of the Havoc Marauder — be it for a simple job on Cid’s behalf — Echo had hardly paid you a moment of attention, though you admit you’d been curious from the start. It had taken three jobs for you to finally see his face. Then began the slow and gradual bonding over catching joints, grating plates, and hardware updates. His legs, your arm. Two pieces of a pair.

Now, he has this. A beautiful new upgrade — something he’s wanted for a long time. A part of his old self is back, in a way.

You liked that it was more than just a tool. That, in having this piece of his body back, he felt like more than a tool. More than a scomp link.

After all, he is a man — a... a very handsome man. One whose proximity is sort of distracting you, again, from the task at hand.

“The panel here,” you say as you slowly press on the seam that enables the settings panel to be revealed; you’re mindful to explain, “It controls sensory outputs, as well as synchonized synaptic commands. The panel on my forearm does the same to my hand, yours is just... well, you’ve got the new and improve version.”

Echo ducks his head as you work, watching you from the corner of his eye. “Feeling a bit jealous, mesh’la?”

“Maybe,” you breathe out with a smile.

Then, you lift your eyes. You intended to see that he was still comfortable, but instead you come face to face with the Corporal. His nose nearly brushes yours when you lift you chin, completely dragged in by the closeness shared.

There’s a beat of tension. Echo’s mouth goes dry.

You fingers pause. You swallow hard. “How... uh, how does it feel?”

Echo tightens his grip, then releases. His breath tickles your cheeks. His eyes, a deep, warm brown, flit from your eyes to your mouth, and then back. His voice is a croak.

“...Same as before.”

You tinker with a dial, eyes never leaving his; your voice is above a whisper. “And now?”

It’s immediate. Like a rush of cold air up his arm — and on instinct, Echo’s hand twitches. His fingers grip the fabric of his blacks, along his thigh, and... he feels it. The smooth, stretch of the material. It’s... it feels like a lot. His fingertips, metallic and cyberized, tingle. It’s distracting.

He can feel.

His hand is slow. It moves across to bridge the space between you. His pointer finger settles on the curve of your knee; the feeling of your tactical pants beneath his fingertip is ignored, instead he chases the heat of your body.

Your breath catches at the touch.

Echo’s face is turned to you, but... his attention has settled on his hand. His palm then sweeps across your thigh. He follows the curve, soaks in the feeling. You’re frozen in place, beating back the desperate sound of appreciation that threatens to be pulled from your throat. The touch is... more than welcomed.

The closeness itself is making you dizzy.

Then, Echo turns — and the warm, durasteel-plated palm finds your cheek.

Your skin is hot.

“Is this okay, mesh’la?” he whispers, words riding on a quiet exhale — the sort that make you feel... well, you don’t even have words for the way he makes you feel. Echo is... kind, honest, and loyal. Above all else, he’s gentle. Despite it all, despite every bit of horror he’d been put through, he’d never lost sight of the importance of a gentle hand. Especially now in a moment as intimate as this. It coaxes you closer.

You lean into the cybernetic attachment, cheek resting in his palm. You nod, then, with eyes eager to take in every bit of this moment.

He chuckles at the enthusiasm. Echo’s thumb, deft and smooth, then traces the line of your lower lip.

The feeling is... the gnawing pain that he’s felt for nearly a year has melted. Finally, the itch has been scratched in his brain and the hollow ache of his bones is gone. It’s relief, and comfort, and excitement and all these beautiful things — and you.

You’re stuck — you don’t want to move, you won’t move. He’s rooted you completely, and when his other hand — the calloused and warm one of flesh and blood — finds it’s spot along your thigh, you swallow a lovesick sigh that would only exaserbate your desperation.

Your mouth is moving before you realize it.

“What does it mean?”

Echo’s eyes narrow, only a bit, and he runs his thumb up your cheekbone.

“What does what mean?”

“Mesh’la,” it sounds foreign on your tongue. It’s not Hutteese or Twi’leki, not like any language you know, “Will you tell me what it means, Echo?”

The corner of his lips quirk. Your eyes jump to it.

You feel like someone’s reached right into your chest and given your heart a squeeze — and it only worsens when he laughs. He laughs, deep and quiet and warm, like a thunderstorm on a summer night. It feels cruel, to string you along like this when you’re here, lips parted, hanging off his every touch and his every word.

“Beautiful,” he says quietly as his other hand touches your jaw — it’s so damn reverent, this little moment in time, that you almost don’t believe it’s real.

It feels like a dream — like someone has come in and stolen your thoughts from you; like the unrequited yearning has finally stoked a fire large enough to burn you up entirely, a fever you never knew you wanted.

His nose brushes yours.

Your fingers wind into the fabric of his chest. You’re clinging, lost to the moment — and you can’t help wonder if this is how it feels when he catches you adoring him. He’s admiring you so tenderly that you nearly break.

You want to kiss him.

He’s thought about nothing but kissing you for the last five days at least. Longer in his dreams. Nowadays, it’s a constant pull, a constant want.

And now, it’s here — a present and current moment where it can happen. Where he can stop being a shiny cadet and he can make a move...

Enter Omega.

“Echo, we’re back—!”

The telltale hammer of a girl’s boots on the floor signals that the party is back from their supply run — but you’re so far off, spinning in a different universe, you don’t even hear her until its too late... Until Echo is yanking himself away and clearing his throat and rolling his wrist to test the prosthesis in a different way, a less intimate way.

You blink, then rattle yourself back to the present. Omega is in the doorway staring with a quizzical look. Clearly, your state does little to dissuade the assumptions she’s already making and you can see the gears turning in her head. The dark-haired girl then slowly grins.

“Hi.”

You swallow. “Hi, Omega.”

“...Whatcha guys doin’?”

Echo coughs. “Uh, just fine-tuning the new upgrade.”

“...Riiiiiight.”

You rub your cheeks and laugh — clearly forced and incredibly pained — as you stand up and nearly ram your head right into the top of Echo’s bunk. It’s met with a hiss of warning from the trooper as he jumps up to try and protect you from the impact.

“Well! Uh, thanks for letting me help, Echo,” you clap, rocking back and forth on your boots, “I, uh... Oh, Cid called. I should... I should get back—”

“Yea,” he says, straining a bit to find the words, “Yea, I’ll... I’ll comm you if it starts to, uh... If it starts to act up?”

Omega watches the exchange, big brown eyes moving from left to right.

“Good, great — yea, that’s,” you inhale as you rub your thighs and move towards the door, “Perfect. Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Bye!” Omega calls, waving.

You wave back, smiling. “Bye, Omega.”

Then, once it’s only Echo and Omega in the bunk, the tween speaks.

“...What the kriff was that?”

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