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fatesdeepdive · 3 years ago

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Entry 35: Oops! All Supports Volume #5

Time for one last chunk of Supports with the old Hoshidans before we get a bunch of new ones.

Support: Corrin/Saizo

C: Saizo spies on Corrin because she's a royal from the country they're at war with.

B: Corrin, exhausted from looking over her back to check for Saizo, has trouble moving boxes. Saizo sneaks up and carries the boxes for her, because he's honorable.

A: Corrin gives Saizo candy, which he despises. Saizo tells her that he's done spying on her, because she's so fucking stupid that she couldn't possibly be scheming anything. Corrin decides that the two of them are friends, much to Saizo's chagrin.

S: Saizo says he fell in love with Corrin while stalking her.

Review: Overall, pretty decent. Saizo stalking Corrin and Corrin just shouting at him to get him to come out is fun.

Support: Kaze/Sakura

C: Kaze finds Sakura crying because she lost her doll. Sakura is embarrassed, but Kaze understands that it's important to her and helps her look.

B: Kaze helps Sakura find her doll, which was taken to a shop for repairs by Subaki. Sakura pretends she doesn't sleep with the doll.

A: Sakura shows Kaze all of her dolls, one for each of her siblings.

S: Sakura asks Kaze to see her as a woman, not a child, because she's an adult with a woman's feelings. Something contradicted by the rest of this Support.

Review: This one is cute. Sakura acts like a kid and Kaze is nice to her, treating her lost doll as serious. I’d really like this one, if it didn’t remind me that Sakura is a child soldier who marries much older men.

Support: Jakob/Setsuna

C: Setsuna falls into a pit. Jakob sarcastically asks Setsuna if she's having fun, which tricks her into wanting to stay in the pit.

B: Setsuna falls into another pit. Jakob makes fun of her.

A: Jakob falls into a trap himself and begs Setsuna for help; Setsuna tries to help him out but falls in too.

S: Jakob decides to babysit Setsuna to keep her from falling into pits, an excuse to spend more time with her. The two of them get married.

Review: As I’ve stated previously, Jakob and Setsuna are my favorite characters. Jakob’s dry snark pairs nicely with Setsuna’s stupidity. My only complaint is that it isn’t quite as funny as I hoped and Jakob is a bit of a dick.

Support: Azura/Hayato

C: Hayato asks Azura to tell him about all the places she's seen while traveling the world. She says no and Hayato monologues that she's hiding something.

B: Azura apologizes for being closed off, explaining that her childhood wasn't very happy. With a little more prodding, she describes several beautiful things she saw as a kid.

A: Azura describes more places and thanks Hayato for helping her remember the good times in her past.

S: Hayato proposes to Azura, saying they can visit all of those nice places together. Azura says turns him down and says she'd rather just be friends. Despite this, the two get married and have a kid immediately after this scene.

Review: Not bad, although it does raise one question: how much traveling did Azura do before her mother and her arrived in Nohr? I assumed it wasn’t too much travel, and that it happened when she was very young, but apparently not. I suppose she could be talking about traveling done later, but she was mostly confined to the castle in both of her later homes.

Support: Felicia/Ryoma

C: Felicia, wanting to be friends with Ryoma for Corrin's sake, makes Ryoma rice balls. They contain dark chocolate, which makes Ryoma gag.

B: Felicia tries again, this time filling them with massive lumps of salt.

A: Felicia, on Ryoma's suggestion, makes a Nohrian dish: sandwiches. As a child who watched Pokemon as a kid, this confuses me, because I thought sandwiches and riceballs were the same thing. Surprisingly, the sandwich is good.

S: Felicia and Ryoma eat together, her making sandwiches and him rice balls. Ryoma proposes because Felicia is cute.

Review: A simple, but cute Support.

Support: Oboro/Silas

C: Silas tries to befriend Oboro, but she turns him away because she despises Nohrians to the point of wanting to kill Silas for just existing.

B: Silas, after finding out about Oboro's parents, apologizes to her. She threatened to commit a hate crime, so I think she should be the one apologizing, but whatever. Oboro says she's cool with Silas now apparently because they fought together. Silas tells her that lots of Nohrians are good people, which Oboro kinda accepts but not really.

A: After Silas saves a Hoshidan village from Nohrian bandits off-screen, Oboro asks him if he only did it to prove his loyalty. Silas explains that he's a decent goddamn person, in less harsh words.

S: Oboro apologizes for being awful. Silas proposes and Oboro accepts.

Review: Yeah, this one isn’t great. Oboro is at her most awful here, and the game really doesn’t treat her harshly for that, with Silas treating her as just being misguided. Like, Oboro flat out says she wants to murder Silas for his race and he just shrugs it off. Oboro is a shitty person. And this problem is compounded by the fact that Nohr is constantly played as cartoonishly evil and Hoshido as unquestionably good, meaning that Oboro’s bullshit is somewhat justified by the narrative.

Support: Hinata/Mozu

C: Hinata, scammed by a pretty shopkeeper, pays way too much for supplies. Mozu explains that he needs to haggle.

B: Mozu teaches Hinata to haggle by figuring out people’s personalities.

A: Hinata says that haggling is like fighting.

S: Hinata asks Mozu out because she taught him to look at people differently.

Review: Not bad.

Support: Hana/Takumi

C: Takumi finds Hana training early in the morning. Hana suggests they train together, like they did when they were younger, and Takumi runs away.

B: Takumi reveals he stopped training with Hana after she kicked his ass in front of Sakura. He claims that it was because he held back to avoid beating up his sister's best friend, but I prefer the idea that Takumi got beat up by a child then ran away and never fought her again.

A: Hana swears that she'll protect Takumi to restore her honor. Takumi tells her to focus on protecting Sakura, because Hana really cares about her.

S: Hana reports in everytime she defends Sakura as an excuse to talk to Takumi. Takumi says he likes her too.

Review: A fairly bland Support, all things considered. The stuff about Hana wanting to protect Sakura is fine, but other than that it's fairly mediocre.

Support: Azama/Kagero

C: Azama asks about Kagero's clothing. Kagero tells Azama to fuck off.

B: Azama tries talking to Kagero. She puts a knife to his throat and tells him to never talk to her again.

A: Kagero says she should probably do research into ninja clothes.

S: Kagero explains that ninja clothes are good for stealth. Azama says he likes her.

Review: This one went from zero to one hundred really fast. And I’d call Kagero out for being insanely violent when Azama did nothing to her, but I’ve read his other Supports. Threatening to kill him if he talks to you is completely reasonable. Still, this one completely fails to be a romantic Support line.

Support: Ryoma/Silas

C: Ryoma asks about Corrin's childhood in Nohr. Silas explains that they played together as kids. Ryoma tells Silas to stay with Corrin, because it's important for her to have friends.

B: Silas confides that he was a lonely, isolated child before meeting Corrin. Ryoma and Silas bond over their mutual love of Corrin.

A: Silas swears a blood oath out of their respect for each other.

Review: Not bad. I especially like that this is the only Silas Support thus far to actually give a good reason for Silas’s loyalty. Him being a lonely kid with Corrin as his only friend is a great bit of characterization that should have been mentioned in their Support.

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eagles-translated · 6 years ago

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Eagles Transcript S01E03 - Sunday

This is the English transcript for the third episode of Eagles. Watch the subtitled episode here.

THE DAY AFTER

Elias: Good morning!

Amie: Good morning. Uh, have you seen my clothes?

Elias: They’re in the dryer. Felicia took some out that you can borrow. Did you sleep well?

Amie: Um... Yeah, or like... Yeah. Did you?

Elias: We two didn’t, like...

Amie: No, I wasn’t thinking that.

Elias: I could never do anything with a girl who’s been drinking so much that she doesn’t know her own name. I was just fetching some gloves. There’s breakfast downstairs.

EPISODE 3: SUNDAY

Elias’ mom: Is she awake now? You said there was breakfast, right?

Amie: Hi.

Elias’ mom: Good morning, Amie! Come, sit down. Help yourself.

Elias: Here’s a plate.

Amie: Thanks.

Elias’ mom: Maybe you want some juice?

Elias: That’s matcha, mom drinks it every morning so she won’t die early. Some Japanese concoction. Really good...

Elias’ mom: Matcha is really healthy, and especially for you, Elias. You need some more iron and vitamin C in you.

Mats: Protein and carbs are gonna build that body, and that sludge is so indescribably disgusting.

Felicia: Are you awake? Here’s someone who was totally drained yesterday.

Amie: Yeah, it got kinda late.

Felicia: Oh, I see mom’s given you her miracle cure.

Amie: Are you leaving?

Mom: No, sit down for a while.

Felicia: I’m going for a swim.

Amie: With who? Ludde?

Felicia: We’ll probably be gone all day so don’t wait for me at lunch. But you won’t anyway, so it doesn’t matter.

Mats: Is that really necessary?

Mom: Who’s Ludde?

Mats: Elias’ teammate.

Elias: I don’t care.

Mats: He’s scrawny.

Mom: Mats! I think it’s really, really good and fun that you’re making new friends here. It’s fine, right?

Felicia: Yeah, I’m leaving now.

Mom: Amie, you’re really welcome here whenever you want- Felicia!

Amie: Where are my shoes?

Felicia: I put them in the drying cabinet.

Amie: My head hurts so bad, I can like feel it all the way out to my hair. It’s so embarrassing.

Felicia: Let it go.

Amie: But I can- It’s like... I’ve ruined everything now. Tobbe and the others will never want me in the band.

Felicia: Everybody has swum when they were drunk, right? They’ll forget it tomorrow.

Amie: What even happened yesterday?

Felicia: You got really drunk. But I texted your mom and said you slept here. Not that my parents are okay with it, but they never notice anything. You can stay here if you want. You can chill in my room.

Amie: Hey, know what? I like thought that Elias and I had done something-

Ludde (via text): A little late 😬 See you in 15?

Amie: He came into the room and I wasn’t wearing any clothes, and he wasn’t wearing any clothes. He didn’t like say anything, but...

Felicia (via text): 👍🏖😎

Amie: He like asked if I’d slept well. Kinda cute.

Felicia: He was just fucking with you. I have to go now. I’ll see you later! Bye.

Felicia: Thought we were going to the beach?

Amie’s mom: Amie?

Amie: You’re home? I thought you were working.

Amie’s mom: Where the fuck have you been?

Amie: I slept at Felicia’s, I texted you.

Amie’s mom: Yeah sure, but it doesn’t really work like that. You can’t text at 2AM. You have to call me before and tell me that you’re planning on sleeping somewhere else. Did you guys drink?

Amie: What do you mean, “you guys”?

Amie’s mom: You and Felicia.

Amie: No.

Amie’s mom: Don’t lie.

Amie: I’m not lying, we didn’t drink. Okay, I drank some wine. Some.

Amie’s mom: I don’t think she’s a particularly good influence on- Listen to me. I don’t think she’s a particularly good influence on you. She’s probably had completely different experiences of alcohol and stuff than you have and that might be okay for her parents, but I’m saying no! And I know what they’re like.

Amie: “What they’re like”?

Amie’s mom: Yeah. Mats. It doesn’t matter. I’m just afraid that you’ll be let down. I think you and Felicia are awfully different.

Amie: What, cause they’re rich? I mean, they have a house with a jacuzzi with a lake view... It’s like going to a spa.

Amie’s mom: Is that house out on headland?

Amie: Yeah, they have a pool too.

Amie’s mom: Oh, okay. But we agree on you calling me next time? Promise.

Amie: Yeah.

Amie’s mom: I spoke to Kaj at the dairy yesterday. He’d love to take you in. On weekends. That’s good, huh? Picking up products and stuff. Could be nice with some extra money, right?

Amie: Yeah, absolutely.

Felicia: Do you have family?

Ludde: Yeah, but... They’re not TV celebrities like yours.

Felicia: Do you have any siblings?

Ludde: Yeah, one brother. Andreas. Dad works at the plant and mom at a restaurant.

Felicia: Is he your big brother?

Ludde: Yeah.

Felicia: Much older?

Ludde: No... Four years. He doesn’t live here. You see over there? My dad and I like to fish there.

Felicia: How nice. Yeah, it’s like our families are from two different planets. My dad would never take his kids fishing.

Ludde: But your dad has really lived the dream - got drafted at 18, Olympics hero, lived like a king, NHL... Must’ve been really cool.

Felicia: I think he’s pretty sad too. When I was a kid he was just a voice in a telephone that you said good night to.

Ludde: But he must’ve made a fuck ton of money.

Felicia: Money isn’t everything.

Ludde: No, but money is quite a lot. I mean, Elias has never needed to summer job to afford the hockey season, has he?

Felicia: No, have you?

Ludde: Yup. I’m at the mini golf court.

Felicia: But I have a job too, kinda.

Ludde: Yeah?

Felicia: Yeah. On Instagram.

Ludde: Instagram?

Felicia: Yeah. Like here. I post a picture of me in a dress that I’ve gotten from a company. And I get paid for it.

Ludde: Kinda like sponsors?

Felicia: I mean, I don’t just get the dress, I get money too.

Ludde: Nice job.

Felicia: Are you jealous?

Ludde: No, I love walking around in the boiling sun and scrub toilets. It’s... But we can switch if you want, really. I think I could get at least 1 million likes on the pictures.

Felicia: Yeah?

Ludde: I mean look at this face. Why here?

Felicia: Make them leave.

Ludde: Welcome! There’s lots of space here, just sit down!

Felicia: Oh my god.

Klara’s mom: You look so pretty, honey! But can’t you take that nice flowery dress instead? It’s so pretty on you.

Klara: Why?

Klara’s mom: Just... That one’s a little naked on you.

Klara: But I want this one.

Klara’s mom: They’re coming soon. Come on, hurry up! Kisses! She can’t go out like that. It’s too much. You look nice. Oh, they’re coming!

Klara’s dad: Let’s go.

Klara’s mom: Is the meat nice?

Klara’s dad: Oh, yes. Hello!

Klara’s mom: Hi!

Klara’s dad: Welcome!

Klara’s mom: Was it easy to find?

Mats: Yeah, no harm done.

Leila: Hi!

Klara’s mom: Oh, thank you!

Klara’s dad: I’m happy you’re here!

Mats: Likewise.

Klara’s mom: I love roses.

Mats: It’s nice here.

Klara’s mom: Delightful! Have you been here before?

Leila: No!

Klara’s mom: Not here here, but- It’s delightful.

Leila: No. Really beautiful.

Klara’s dad: Not exactly the same as Boston? A little bigger over there?

Mats: Yeah, a little bigger.

Klara’s dad: We have a carnival in town next summer. We were thinking of redressing the cranes into giraffes instead. What do you think about that?

Mats: I mean... *laughs*

Klara’s dad: We’ll let it go and grab a beer!

Ludde: What are you thinking about?

Felicia: That everything is so... Different here. But... Still the same, kind of.

Ludde: Must feel really weird to just leave everything.

Felicia: Yeah, a little, maybe.

Ludde: Were you okay with the move?

Felicia: Yeah.

Ludde: What about Elias?

Felicia: You’re very interested in my brother, huh?

Ludde: Yes, very interested in him.

Felicia: Are you with me just to tease him? He doesn’t care anyway.

Ludde: He?

Felicia: Dad cares.

Ludde: Mats?

Felicia: He thinks it’s problematic that I’m even talking to you. He sees risks in everything - he sees risks in what can affect Elias’ career, and... He’s always, always, always thinking about what’s best for Elias.

Ludde: Wait, is that why you’re with me, just to tease him?

Felicia: No. Maybe it was like that at first, but not anymore. We don’t have a good relationship, my dad and I. And that’s probably why we moved from the beginning, because he’s an idiot. We’ve never been close, but... Elias and he have been since they’ve had hockey. They’ve been like this *makes hand gesture*. And mom has been really involved, so... And I... They’ve never really cared about me. And... And I haven’t really been a problem either. I’ve had good grades, good friends, and... I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I don’t talk about it to people.

Klara’s dad: How the fuck could you move from the US to this old shithole?

Mats: I guess it was time.

Klara’s mom: I’d never do that. I would’ve stayed. Not in Boston - I would’ve gone to 🎵 New York, New York 🎵.

Sara (via text): So how are The Kroons? Dyyying of curiosity

Klara’s mom: Now, I want to go there now!

Leila: We were just homesick.

Klara (via text): Pretty boring...

Leila: And we were always thinking that we’d move back to Sweden sometime when Mats’ career was over.

Mats: There were a few other factors that sped up the whole thing, you could say.

Klara’s mom: Like what?

Mats: I won’t say too much, but...

Klara’s mom: Yeah!

Mats: Our youngest had some difficulties. Yeah, and they experiment with some other stuff over there, if you catch my drift.

Klara: What, like drugs?

Klara’s mom: Klara.

Klara: What?

Mats: Yeah, so... Flisan had some struggles there for a while. So we felt that an environmental change was necessary.

Klara (via text): OMG OMG OMG!!!

Klara’s mom: Yeah, cheers.

Klara’s dad: Cheers. Welcome home.

Felicia: I just felt so fucking lonely and invisible. I was worried all the time, couldn’t sleep, panicked because I couldn’t sleep... So I started going out more. It went overboard. It started affecting school, my grades slipped... I started taking things to be able to concentrate. Everybody does stuff like that. And then I still couldn’t sleep, so... I started mixing with sleeping pills. And there’s always wine and booze at our place. I don’t want this to come out, that’s really important.

Ludde: Of course, I’d never tell.

Felicia: One night, something happened that made me... Act out of control more than usual. I woke up the next morning in the hospital. So they sent me to rehab. It was really rough for mom and dad that I was suddenly in focus. When I woke up, dad wasn’t even there.

Ludde: What made you take too much that night?

Felicia: I’d forgotten my phone at home, so I ran up and got it while my friends were waiting in an Uber. Then I came into the hall and I heard noises. You know, like, when somebody is doing it.

Ludde: Okay.

Felicia: And I thought it was really weird because mom wasn’t home. So I went into the living room... Dad was fucking my mom’s best friend. On the rug below the couch.

Ludde: That’s fucking sick. Did he see you?

*Felicia shakes her head*

Mats: I wasn’t- I wasn’t thinking at all, I told you!

Leila: How could you do that to me?! I don’t get it!

Mats: Leila, sorry, but- but it was... Can’t we just sit down?

Leila: Sit down? You were sitting at a dinner with people we barely know and told them the most private thing Felicia has ever been through. I think we’re done talking, Mats.

Mats: But her therapist has said that we shouldn’t be ashamed to talk about it.

Leila: With each other! We’re supposed to talk to each other! Not with some old fan and his daughter, who’s also in Felicia’s class! Fucking hell. What kind of person are you?

Mats: What?

Leila: How can you pin it on her when you know you’re the reason for... For making this family fall apart?

Mats. You’re being really fucking unfair, Leila! Look at yourself! You’re chugging wine so you pass out on the couch every fucking night.

Leila: Yeah, you’re right. And you know why?

Mats: No!

Leila: No. Because I’m an idiot for living with you.

Mats: Oh, now we’re here again! Seriously?

Leila: Mats, can you take some fucking responsibility for once?

Mats: Huh?

Leila: You sit and complain about your children! And you make Elias out to be some disappointment just because he happened to injure himself a little.

Mats: He’s not just injured himself a little, he can’t fucking play!

Leila: Don’t yell!

Mats: Fuck, cheers! Drink up! Drink!

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imaginesofeverykind · 6 years ago

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Aint no Cheating. I [Connor DBH]

JUST THOUGHT I’D TAKE A LIL BREAK FROM HUMANS ARE ODDITIES TO GIVE YOU THIS CUTE ASS ONESHOT SERIES

Pairing: Not necessarily a pairing? IDK? SHE AINT A ROMANTIC LIL ONE SHOT THAT'S FOR SURE

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Requested: KINDA from my homeslice, @intoxicatedahfan BLESS GAVE ME THIS IDEA.

Prompt: A typical night in the Anderson home takes a turn when you find an old piece from your past.

Parts: 1 of 7!

Word count: 1,414

Monday Night 7:34

It was a particularly cold evening in Detroit, even more so in Hanks home. The heater had conked out two weeks ago and the man had delayed just about every chance to get someone in to fix it. You complained how cold it was at least eight times a day, Hanks response to you always was ‘that’s what blankets are for’ as if his home was abundant in the thick blankets.

They were indeed not.

His thinking was; I’ve got blankets and Connor doesn’t need heat, therefore it was perfectly fine to not have the heater fixed. You, however, thought otherwise.

And here you are, inside your father's home scrounging for something to do to heat yourself up. It was far too slippery to go for a run or take Sumo for a walk, so your much-needed heat source had to come from the inside.

It was by mistake you had found it, dusty and unmoved for nearly two decades. Alas, you pulled it from its spot in amazement and brought it out to the kitchen.

“I didn’t think you still had this, dad.” You motioned to the cardboard box in your hands, a game, notably for children. Yet the memories of you playing it as a child brought warmth to you immensely.

A chuckle emitted from his lips and he shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the discovery. “Neither did I, where’d you get that?” He took a sip of his beer and leaned forward to get a closer look.

“It was in the spare room, with a bunch of other games… Don’t suppose you wanna play?” You beamed, staring back down at the box still covered in dust, your handprints left marks where the disturbed dust sat. “For old times sake?” You added, persistent on playing the childhood game.

Hank doubled over nearly, a laugh that came from the belly definitely, “No way, I’m too old for that shit - but I’ll bet Connor would love to play.” He calmed himself from laughing nearly too hard, it wasn’t in his nature to disappoint you but he wasn’t as fit and flexible as he once was.

Upon hearing his name, Connor turns his head to the kitchen from his place on the couch, “Would you like me to do something, sir?” He stood up, clad in ‘normal’ clothing. It still has taken you a while to get used to seeing the Android in normal clothes, after all, he didn’t need to wear that monkey suit anymore.

“This’ll really train your brain, kid. Go on y/n, tell him how it’s done.” Hank contained his laughter as best as he could, he would never pass up a chance to see the Android learn something new. Especially if that something was a children’s game.

You didn’t seem to mind the fact Hank had thrown Connor under the bus, at least you got to play it. And who knows, maybe it’ll be exactly like as you were when you played it as a kid considering you’d have to explain it to him. “Right… They don’t make games like these anymore, it’s called twister, on the off chance you know of it.” You started, pulling the cover off.

“No, I don’t believe I do,” Connor answered, peering over your shoulder curiously as you unpackaged the plastic mat and cardboard spin wheel.

“Well… basically, see this mat here, you’ve gotta spin this thing, it's in quarters and if you spin it, like this -” you demonstrated, waiting for the hand to stop on something, “- so it landed on left hand, blue. That means you’ve gotta put your left hand on a blue spot on the mat, then we take it in turns… does that make sense? If you move your respective limb from the color without instruction then you lose.”

Connor soaked in the information you told him, it was an odd game in comparison to the ones he had knowledge of in this day and age, “What is the point of the game?” His question hung in the air for a moment before both you and Hank started to laugh.

“The point is to have fun, Connor. You don’t need to learn things from games… I guess you could say when I was growing up it was much simpler times.” You sighed happily, handing Hank the cardboard spinner and turning back to Connor, “So - let’s start.” A smile spread across your face as you waited to hear what the instructions for you were.

Unfortunately, Connor still didn’t quite understand what the point of the game was, despite this he was willing to play if that meant you were getting some joy out of it. Hank lazily spun the spinner and waited in silence for a second before looking at you with a smile, “Right leg, green.”

It was easy enough, it was always easiest within the first two spins. Anymore spins after that is usually when trouble started. You thought you had an advantage understanding the game better than Connor, but you had seemed to forget the fact he was indeed an Android.

By the fourth round of spins, you found yourself in a very uncomfortable position, your right leg was weaved in between Connors' arms and you were very much stuck underneath him at this point. Hank seemed to get great joy from watching the both of you struggle slightly, he called out the instructions for Connor, you watch him as he scanned the map.

You were very certain at this point the Android was cheating, reconstructing moves for optimal balance. When you watched him move his arm effortlessly to a different color you nudged his back with your head, “I see you cheatin’ over there.”

“I’m playing the game, am I not?” He shot back, his voice slightly strained from the position he was in.

“No - you’re cheating. I can see your big dumb eyes trying and preconstruct the best position for stability. I’m not an idiot.” You huffed, in the background hearing Hanks instructions, you move your leg from out between Connors' arms and under him, you were in an awkward spiderman crouch position but you still weren’t happy about him cheating.

Since the Android had woken up to freedom he enjoyed being a pain in your ass, annoying you when you did important things or simply teasing you like your father meant you got no sympathy from anyone but Sumo.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, y/n.” The smug twitch of the corner of his lips made you narrow your eyes at him. If he wasn’t going to play fair neither were you.

After several more rounds the two of you were in even more of a predicament, determined to win the simple game of Twister but neither of you willing to back down. It grew harder by the second for you to keep up your body weight, and since Connors next move, you now had to support his weight.

You slowly move when instructed, ignoring the pain in your muscles and the fact they were shaking ridiculously. Connors next move seemed to be the tipping point for you as he painstakingly took his time to figure out what position to move to next, he was doing it on purpose and you could see that by the look in his eyes.

“Connor, I swear to God if you don’t fucking move…” You were in no position to threaten but you decided to do so nonetheless.

“I’m thinking…” he trailed off, his eyes moved from the mat to your face, offering you a wink before deciding to make his move.

Your elbows were starting to give out, by the time Hank gave you an instruction it was too late, your knees and elbows buckled as did your pride as you hit the ground. A breathy ‘oof’ expelled from you as the weight of Connor winded you momentarily.

“I refuse to accept defeat, your asshole partner was cheating.” You called out, Hank had already discarded the cardboard spinner as he was laughing at your defeat. You never did like losing at games, it was clear to him you hadn’t changed much since you were a kid.

“I don’t believe you have the right flexibility for this type of game, y/n. Perhaps a different game might be better suited for you.”

You looked at Connor deadpan, you weren’t sure if he was literally taking the piss out of your or not but because of this, you decided you’d find yourself a game you were better than him in.

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yukiwrites · 6 years ago

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A Clumsy Addition

Thank you so much for commissioning me again, @arod7293! I hope you like it!

Summary: After seeing yet another child of ELise and Ryoma’s, Felicia and Azura feel the need to expand their family by one more member -- and the maid is happy to be the host for their baby this time. Young Arete is on her way!

Commission info HERE and HERE!

The kingdom of Hoshido was in a state of joy. Their small Queen Elise had been carrying King Ryoma's second child for the past nine months -- and even though it was her second pregnancy, the people's thoughts and prayers stayed with her since she was so tiny while Ryoma was a large man. They worried for their Queen's wellbeing during the entire pregnancy, but that came to an end the very day the royal family gained yet another family member -- a big baby girl with a loud voice and brown hair was born.

"We won't release her name until a while from now, but it's fine to tell you since you're my family!" Elise chirped happily as she welcomed her siblings for yet another baby shower. "She's Carmellia! Like the flower and like my beloved Big Sis, heehee!"

Well, 'welcomed' might not have been the right word: she was still in bed from the birthing, but, this time, Shiro welcomed the guests with a prideful puff of chest.

"Baby shistah, Shiro's." He would point to Carmellia's tiny futon, patting it so as to encourage people to sit closer so he could show his sister off to people.

Camilla cried a little after seeing her namesake cooing uncomfortably and adorably by her small cot. "And you named such a sweet little bun of adorableness after me? I'm unworthy, Elise!" She hugged her youngest sister, wanting to squeeze her dry, but mindful of her condition.

"Heehee... I don't think I'm still there yet in this 'motherhood' thing, so I always keep striving to be like you, Big Sis. I hope naming this little one after you will give me the strength I need to be their guiding light." Elise said awkwardly, smiling softly as she caressed her baby's fluffy cheek. "I just want them to do a good job in raising them like you did with me."

"Oh, my darling!" Camilla sniffled, pressing her forehead on Elise's. "You've already grown so very much since we were young; surely you are already an outstanding mother to these little meat buns. Aren't I right, Shiro-bun?"

The toddler flashed a wide, toothless grin, nodding vehemently. "Uh-huh! Mommy's best Mommy!"

"Shiroooo!" Elise sobbed, snatching her son from his seat to give him a bear hug.

"A-Azuraaaa!" Felicia hiccupped from the door, not wanting to disturb the adorable display of familial love. "I don't know how to announce ourselvess! Everything is s-so cute!"

The princess patted her wife's shoulder, her heart warm from watching the scene unfold. "We will have our opportunity, hm?" She looked down to the toddlers by their feet.

Shigure held onto Felicia's skirt as Linnea stood in front of Azura, both of them watching Shiro being manhandled by his mother and aunt.

Suddenly, Linnea raised her hand as though asking for permission to speak, though she waited for none and spoke anyway. "Lin' too! Huggies, Mommy!" She raised her other arm, stumbling over her own chubby feet to turn around to Azura.

"Shi-Shigure too..." The boy held onto Felicia's leg, pouting visibly.

Both mothers clutched their hearts in adorableness, bending down to pick their children up. "What spoiled little children we have here!" Azura giggled, booping Linnea's nose. The little girl giggled enthusiastically, hiding in her Mommy's shoulder. Shigure looked from his sister to Felicia, his eyes shining expectantingly.

The maid blushed deeply, her heart being maimed by the cuteness of her children. "W-what a spoiled little child w-we have here...!" She stuttered, embarrassed, booping Shigure's nose right after.

The toddler smiled brightly, giggling into his Mama's shoulder. "Heeheee, MAMA'S the best Mama." He said loud enough for the whole room to hear, catching Elise's, Camilla's and Shiro's attention.

The young High Prince puffed his cheeks. "It's MOMMY!" He struggled to disentangle himself from Elise, jumping on the wooden floor.

"Mama!" Shigure didn't even look to Shiro, holding onto Felicia instead. The maid, on her part, was on the verge of having a crying fit due to how utterly cute her child was.

"Mommy!!" Shiro stomped on the floor, his chubby cheeks so stuffed it looked like he had overeaten.

"Yeah! Mommy!" Linnea kicked her feet by Azura's arms, pointing to the princess.

"Oh, my!" Azura gasped softly with a smile.

Shiro's brow furrowed deeply for a second or two, his small brain trying to understand what had happened, but soon a clicking sound could almost be heard inside his head. "MY Mommy!"

"Mine!" Linnea and Shigure said in unison, overwhelming the solo High Prince on the floor. His lips started trembling as his eyes shone with tears.

"MINE!" He stomped on the floor. "Mine, mine, mine!"

"There, now, Shiro! Be good to your cousins, please?" Elise tried to appease her son from her futon while Camilla giggled.

"Isn't it adora- oh, dear, we woke little Carmellia."

"Ah!" Shiro snapped out of it, quickly running towards his little sister. "I sorry! Big bro do shh now!" He panicked.

"Aww, you're already a full-fledged big brother now, aren't you, Shiro?" Elise pinched her firstborn's cheek before collecting Carmellia from her futon, intent on breastfeeding her. "Little Carmy's so lucky, isn't she?"

Shiro widened his eyes, his cheeks reddening with pride. "M-mhm! Shiro best big bro!" He nodded as he watched his mother coddle the little baby, poking her chubby arms gleefully. "Heehee...!"

"Maybe we should excuse ourselves for now," Azura said in a low voice so as not to upset the baby even more. "Forgive us for making a scene-"

"Oh, psh, Shiro's like that with everything!" Elise shook her head, adjusting Carmellia on her breast. "He's just like Ryoma, competitive about everything! Can you believe it? He's TWO!"

"Heehee," Felicia giggled, finding a place to sit. "Shiro's so energetic; just like Linnea." The maid put Shigure over her lap, criss-crossing her hands over his belly.

Azura watched how her wife got all mushy about the royal baby and smiled to herself, quietly sitting beside her. She put Linnea on the floor, the toddler immediately taking off to the futon so as to take a closer look at Carmellia.

She and Shiro exchanged some gibberish baby words, though it actually looked like they were understanding each other as they pointed from Shigure to Elise to Carmellia and finally to Camilla. It seemed like a very important discussion, so the adults simply sat back and watched them do their thing.

Despite their young age, it was surprising how well the three toddlers behaved in the presence of a smaller baby than themselves. Shiro made Linnea and Shigure sit in front of him as he spoke of something serious-sounding in their baby language, as though he were a teacher giving a lecture.

Felicia inadvertently took Azura's hand as they sat there, side by side in that room filled with motherly love. It was as though she was in a trance, watching that young Elise grow up into such a beautiful and caring mother.

It made the maid wonder if she ever could be like that, as well.

Of course, don't get Felicia wrong -- she was as much Linnea's and Shigure's mother as Azura, that was a fact.

But- but she... She wondered how it would feel to carry the fruit of hers and Azura's bond; to nurture it, bring it to life and be the first one to hold it after it was born... Somehow, she found herself thinking that it would be great to have another addition to their small and happy family.

And this time, she would be the one to get pregnant.

"Azura, I..." She whispered as the toddlers got along in the middle of the room.

The princess squeezed her wife's hand. "I am quite sure I know what you'll say, my love." She rested her head on Felicia's shoulder. "And I do think it would be such a great happiness I do not know how to cope with it."

Felicia teared up immediately, sliding one hand through her wife's back, holding her waist. "Oh, Azura...!"

They didn't need words.

Their bond was strong to the point of conveying their strongest feelings through it without so much of a conversation.

They would do it -- they wanted to have another bond child; to make their family even more wholesome than it already was. They would have a third child.

Since Linnea and Shigure didn't need breastfeeding nor constant attention during the nights, Felicia and Azura felt comfortable in leaving them behind for two days or three while they enclosed themselves inside the same DeepRealm that had welcomed them during Azura's pregnancy.

Of course, the twins couldn't be left alone, so they would spend this short week with their aunts Corrin and Rhajat, who happily volunteered to take care of the little ones. Well, Corrin happily volunteered as Rhajat simply smiled shyly under her bangs, always enjoying the presence of little children around her.

Felicia and Azura felt like newlyweds preparing for their honeymoon -- they clearly remembered how dream-like the first eight months of retreat inside the DR were.

Being only around each other, 24 hours a day, worrying only about what name to give to their little baby.

Of course, they would miss the twins terribly, so they would take some of their toys and baby clothes alongside their luggage so as to appease the hole the toddlers surely would leave in their hearts.

They thought about taking Shigure and Linnea with them, but were scared that the DeepRealm would rob them of their youth, much like what had happened to Rhajat and the other DR children. Azura and Felicia wanted their babies to grow up following the proper wheels of time, inside the real world they were born in.

Over the course of the next week, the wives decided on the smallests details, making sure to tell the twins that they would only go away for a short while and to be good children to aunt Corrin and aunt Rhajat.

"Lin be good! Mama and Mommy go!" Linnea saluted clumsily, too young to have eye-to-hand coordination as Shigure held onto her.

"Shigure too. No late, Mama. No late, Mommy." He pouted, already missing his mothers before they even started making their bags to go.

"We were blessed with such good children, weren't we, my love?" Azura picked Linnea up as Felicia did the same with Shigure, sharing a big and warm family hug.

"Mhm; and we're about to be blessed with yet another good girl or boy."

The ritual would be performed inside the DeepRealm, unlike before. After all, neither the wives nor the Queens wanted the children to witness their Mama fainting after being kissed by their Mommy; it would only bring unnecessary distress to their young, budding hearts.

"You know the drill," Rhajat handed each of them a ritual knife, placing a bowl over the table between them so as to collect the blood. "No need to be so nervous, alright? Last time, you almost fainted even though Azura was the one having her stamina sapped." The Queen Consort pointed to the eerily-calm maid.

"Oh, um," Felicia smiled, glancing from her wife to the bowl, then to the Queen Consort. "I think NOW I can understand what Azura felt that time, you know? She simply... trusted me. Trusted that I would be the first thing she would see when she woke up and that I would make sure to catch her; just like I do now."

"I'll make sure our heads don't bonk, either." Azura teased.

"T-that's mean! They didn't bonk that time..."

Rhajat snorted, pushing the bowl closer to them. "... I'll have your blood, now."

"Right," they said in unison, smiling at each other before cutting their wrists and watching the red liquid flow from their arms to the bowl for a short couple of seconds before the healing magic of the ritual knives kicked in and closed their wounds.

"Remember to-"

"Hold our hands, yes." Azura nodded, intertwining her fingers with her wife's closing her eyes. "Our bond will not lose, Rhajat."

"... I believe it." The Queen Consort whispered under her breath, taking the blood so as to add the potion -- the mixture once again turned into a bright shade of pink, signaling its success. "I wonder if mine and Corrin’s would reflect such a clear color... I'm somewhat jealous," she said to herself, but immediately shook her head, walking towards Azura. "This time, you'll be the one drinking it, then kissing your wife."

Azura groggily opened her eyes, the ritual already possessing both wives, sapping them of their strengths and zoning out their senses. She gulped the potion in one go, listening to the sound of her own rasped breathing.

So that's how Felicia felt the day they conceived -- the potion burned from her lips to her insides; it was a fire that could only be put down with the sweetness of her wife's taste. Azura caressed Felicia's cheek, pulling her towards her so they could share a kiss that felt like their first: wild, raw, with fire descending their throats as their bond enveloped them kindly.

They kissed deeply and slow, the hotness leaving Azura's body and entering Felicia's, the magic neatly taking its place in the maid's womb.

Felicia felt her legs give out, but Azura held her close by her waist, unwilling to let go; unwilling to let that kiss end.

The princess and the maid lost themselves in each other's arms until the consciousness left Felicia's body entirely, her mind drifting to their calm and loving future alongside their new child.

The maid woke up two days later over the very bed Azura had used years ago, during their first pregnancy.

"Pregnancy..." Absentmindedly, Felicia trailed her left hand to her stomach, wondering if she could feel something changing inside of her already.

Well, apart from the overflowing love for her wife, her body didn't feel much different than what she remembered; her right hand clasped with her wife's who slept right beside her.

So this was how Azura felt at that time. Such overflowing love! It took everything Felicia had not to start sobbing right there and then, just by watching her beloved sleeping soundly as she refused to let go of her hand.

"Azura..." Felicia whispered lovingly, lying on her side so as to take her wife's beauty in. "So this is how you felt that time..."

"Oh, my darling Felicia," Azura whispered as she slowly opened her eyes, brought back to the world of waking by her wife's voice. "I cannot describe the happiness I feel right now -- after having conceived our child into you; after physically feeling our bond envelop us kindly and lovingly as the ritual drew to a close... Our feelings are one, my love."

"Azura...!" Felicia sniffled, pressing their foreheads against one another as she caressed the princess' cheek. "I can't wait to meet our little one! I really, really can't wait!"

"I am so very much looking forward to spend these eight months in your presence only, my love." Azura whispered over Felicia's lips, taking them with the last of her breath. "I love you so, my Felicia."

"Mmph..." Felicia rolled her eyes in pleasure with the sudden kiss, shyly grasping her wife's nightgown, bringing her warm body closer. "I love you too, my dear Azura..."

The days, weeks and months that followed were each unique and filled with so much love they were fit to burst. Of course, there were their share of tears, as well -- the first time Felicia saw her bump grow, or the day she felt the baby move; or even the first time it kicked so hard it made her lose her balance. All of them were filled with happy tears, clumsy laughter and a lot of cuddling.

They read under the shade of trees, they shared their dreams under the covers before going to sleep; they napped into each other's arms by the fireplace once the weather got cold.

"Say, Azura?" Felicia caressed her seven-months stomach one evening, lying on one of the hammocks they had by the veranda.

"Hmmm?" Azura tilted her head to her wife, never taking her eyes off of the little pair socks she was sewing.

"Do... do you remember the day we went to visit Lady Elise's little girl?" The maid stuttered, her heart pounding by her chest. She had had this idea for the longest time, but could never find the right words to convey it to Azura.

"Of course I do, silly."

"Then... Do you remember how Lady Elise said that she wanted to borrow Lady Camilla's strength by naming little Carmellia after her?"

Finally seeing where her wife wanted the conversation to go, Azura put the crochet over her lap, raising her gaze to Felicia. "Mhm...?"

The maid blushed. "I- What do you think if we- um," she twiddled her thumbs awkwardly, "I also want to borrow the strength of someone I look up to but never had the chance to meet before and I... wanted to give this name to our baby if we're blessed with another girl."

Azura touched Felicia's hand, caressing it with her thumb. "Go on."

"Doyouthinkwecannameourdaughterafteryourmother,Arete?" Felicia said in one breath, panting right after.

The yarn ball and needles fell on the floor. "After Mother...?"

"Oh, um," Felicia glanced at the rolling yarn ball, then back at her wife. "Is that no goo-mmmph!" Azura silenced her wife with a surprise kiss, carefully holding her into her thing arms.

"Of course we can, my love! Oh, Mother, how I wish you were here to see this! The child of me and my beloved, named after the most important person of my early life... I didn't think I could feel this happy, and yet you always surprise me, Felicia!"

"Heehee," the maid giggled awkwardly, resting her cheek on her wife's. "I want little Arete to live happily, with a great name to protect her down the road."

"Yes... Oh, most certainly!" Azura sniffled, her wife's words moving her deeply. "I cannot wait to share these news to the world, my love...! One month to go and we can go back to our children and introduce them to their little sister...!"

"Though I also wanna stay here a bit longer with you..." Felicia pouted adorably, making Azura steal yet another kiss.

"We will be together always, my love. For as long as we live."

The following month came as quickly as it went, and soon the wives were back at the real world -- Felicia sporting a large and healthy bump.

"Mama fat!" Linnea blurted out the very moment they reunited, not even giving her mothers the time to hug her.

"M-Mama sick?" Shigure teared up, stumbling on his chubby legs to hug Felicia's.

Azura laughed heartily, crouching down to pat their twin's heads. "You two remember how Shiro turned into a big brother, hm?" She asked, receiving two confused nods in return. "Well, you will be big siblings too! Mama is holding your little sister inside her tummy until she's big enough to leave."

"MAMA’S TUMMY WARM?!" Linnea gasped loudly, running towards the already sitting Felicia. "Warm!" She touched her mother's knee, the highest she could reach from down the floor.

"Mhm! Your little sister is nice and cozy here," Felicia tapped her stomach. "You'll meet her soon!"

"Shigure big bro?" He gripped at Azura's dress. The princess nodded, picking both toddlers up so she could sit on the bed, beside her wife.

"Yes, you will be soon."

"I think we arrived just in time for the public announcement of Carmellia's name, right? Wait, is that right? We spent eight months in there for us, but only a week passed here, yeah...?" Felicia looked up in confusion.

"Indeed; I'm quite sure our presence will be required at the temple later this week. Do you want to go? I do not want you to push yourself..."

"I wanna go! I wanna see little Carmellia again; and I wouldn't want to deny Lady Elise's invitation! I'm still at my eighth month, so I'm fine!" She made a flexing movement and smiled.

"Very well, then we shall attend. I was told Forrest would bring ceremonial kimonos to the whole family."

"T-the toddlers included?" Felicia blushed.

Azura nodded in understanding. "The toddlers included."

"Awawawa... I can't wait to see them wearing miniature kimonos, aah!" She squealed in delight, pinching her own cheeks.

They've barely come back and were already thrown into the rushing pace of real life! Phew!

The weekend came quickly, and soon it was time for them to attend to the traditional ceremony at the temple: Elise would gong the central bell three times and offer a prayer to the Dawn Dragon, revealing the princess' name to it first and foremost before announcing it to the people right after.

Azura, Felicia, the twins, Corrin, Rhajat, Camilla and the others would be inside the temple in their designated seats, waiting for the people outside to calm their clamors before the private ceremony could begin and a priest could bestow the Dawn Dragon's blessings upon Carmellia.

While Elise and Ryoma were outside, Felicia moved uncomfortably in her hakama (wearing a proper kimono was out of question due to how large her belly was, after all), wondering if she could take it off on her own for a quick bathroom break.

"Azura, Azura!" Felicia whispered gravely to her wife. "I need to pee so bad, please cover for me a bit, okay? Ahh, my bladder..." She stumbled on her feet without waiting for her wife's response, quickly making her way into the far-reaching corridors of the temple.

"Do you need help with-" Azura said tentatively, but Felicia was too fast, "the hakama? Heehee, oh well."

"Mama pee a lot..." Linnea noted, looking around.

"Indeed. That happens when you have to protect a baby inside you." Azura patted her daughter's head, her gaze falling on the uproar outside.

Elise and Ryoma came back after a few more minutes, two servants quickly closing the large double doors behind them. "Phewww, I didn't remember this being so exhausting the first time!" Elise leaned on her husband, too tired to keep walking straight.

"Do not push yourself so, my tiny Queen. It was only last week that you gave birth."

"Yeahh... It really is tiring, but I gotta do it! No, I WANNA do it!"

Azura giggled at her little sister's enthusiasm, wondering at the back of her mind where in the world Felicia had gotten to.

Maybe she got lost? She IS clumsy enough for that... What if she got lost on her way to the latrines? Poor thing, she wanted to go so badly! Perhaps Azura herself should go...

But then the twins would worry, not to mention how rude it would be to the priest for her to leave. Maybe wait a few more moments before excusing herself?

The moment she opened her mouth to speak, she heard a quiet sniffling beside her. Widening her eyes, Azura noticed how Shigure sobbed silently, holding his knees.

"Shigure? My son, what's the matter?"

"Id-id hurds, Mommy...!" He hiccupped, opening his arms to hug Azura's waist.

"Where does it-"

"Mommy..." Linnea started feeling nauseous as well, tears washing down her cheeks.

Azura felt a hollow pit engulf her from inside, cold sweat streaming down her temple and back. What WAS this terribly bad feeling? It was as though a cold hand was plucking her inner organs one by one, throwing them into the pit.

"Felicia...?" She didn't hear her own voice whispering.

A door to the left opened with a bang, a hurried soldiers quickly making his way to Ryoma. "M-My Lord, a prisoner's escaped the dungeons! We managed to track him down here, but we lost him after he went into the temple!"

Azura's heart froze. A prisoner? "Who was it?" She got up, her legs moving without her meaning to. "Who was this prisoner?"

The soldier hesitated, glancing from the princess to the King. "Um, it was Ka'lik, my Lady..."

The princess' ears deafened, a thin and loud ringing sound making her consciousness waver. "Felicia... Felicia!" She turned around quickly, "please take care of the twins for me!" And left through the same door Felicia had used previously.

Dumb, idiot! How could you have let your heavily pregnant and clumsy wife wander around an unfamiliar temple without an escort?! Oh, Felicia, please be alright-

Azura ran through a series of corridors, each turn she took looking exactly the same as the previous one. "Felicia... Felicia!" She panted, the desperation in her voice making her entire body tremble.

"Because of you! I've been rotting in jail! You stupid maid!" A faint yet familiar voice reached Azura's ears.

"I don't care what you do to me, but don't touch my baby!" Felicia barked back, her voice sapped of strength.

"Felicia!" Azura hissed, turning the last corner.

"A-Azura! Don't come! He has a knife!"

Azura didn't hesitate. "And I have water." Without even losing her pace, the princess dove right into Ka'lik, summoning a large amount of water so as to envelop Ka'lik's head with it, intent on drowning him without mercy.

"Grghl!" The man gurgled, letting go of Felicia as he helplessly gripped at his own throat for air. Azura pushed him out of the way, not even sparing him a glance as his body shook with convulsions while he drowned with the round bubble of pure water covering his entire head.

"Felicia! Felicia, oh, my love; what did he do to you?!"

"S-save our baby, Azura..." The maid said faintly, looking down at the middle of her legs -- she bled.

Ka'lik had approached her from behind and kicked her several times before taking out his knife, but Felicia made sure to always keep her back to him so he wouldn't touch hers and Azura's baby.

"F-Felicia, stay with me," Azura lost the color of her face, dreading seeing her wife bleeding to death once again. "Stay with me, Felicia!"

"We'll need to deliver the baby as soon as possible." Were the midwife's first words the moment Felicia was brought in. "I have a birth-inducing medicine in the ready, so I'll need everyone but my assistants to leave-"

"I'm not leaving her." Azura gripped at her wife's hands with all of her strength. "I'm not leaving my wife."

The midwife turned to make the medicine, "then you'll have to do everything we say."

"Of course."

It would be a difficult birthing -- Felicia wasn't entirely conscious for the most part, and the healers couldn't focus their staves on her because that would also heal the birth-inducing medicine AND the wounds the baby would make while coming out.

She would need to feel the pain from start to end, but Azura wouldn't let her feel it alone. She would be there, holding her hand, the entire time.

"Don't leave me, Felicia; don't leave me..." The princess chanted the whole time, for the next five hours. She refused to move, eat or speak to anyone, simply focusing on her tired and weak wife. "You can do it, my love. Push just a bit more, okay? For our baby. For us. F-for me." She sniffled after the sixth hour, finally showing something akin to desperation.

Arete's loud crying filled the room with happiness and worry in equal amounts -- the most critical time would be now: they would need to work their staves tirelessly on Felicia to mend the wounds Ka'lik infused her as well as to stop the bleeding from the birthing.

"Can you hear it, Felicia? It's our daughter. It's as though we knew it would be a girl... It's Arete, Felicia. She's here with us. Can you hear it?" The princess' hands trembled as the midwife washed the baby, hesitant in giving it to the broken princess. She wasn't in a state to hold a little baby-

"Give- give her to me... My baby... I wanna hold her first, Azura..." Felicia tried and failed to lift her hand towards the crying sound, turning her head to the sides, delirious.

"Felicia! Oh, my love!" Azura's eyes regained their shine. "You did it, my Felicia, you delivered our daughter!" She quickly looked at the midwife, nodding for her to bring the baby closer.

It was like magic.

The moment Arete was placed over Felicia's chest, the maid regained her color, the forces she thought sapped coming back for the very reason of embracing her little baby.

"Your voice is so strong, Arete... I'm sure you'll be a great singer, like your Mommy." Felicia smiled, placing a tender kiss over the small head. Arete stopped crying slowly, the constant beating of her mother's heart under her soothing her into her first sleep.

"Felicia!" Azura cried, pressing their foreheads together. "I thought I had lost you, oh, my love!" She sobbed, her warm tears falling over Felicia's lips.

"P-please don't cry, Azura... You'll set me off too..." The maid pressed her lips into a thin line. "I'd rather you kissed me-"

"As many times as there are stars in the skies, Felicia." Azura quickly placed a soft peck on Felicia, followed by another, then yet another one. "Do not scare me like that ever again, you hear?"

"I may need more kissing for that..." Felicia teased, her breath intertwining with Azura's.

"I can provide," the princess smiled, opening her mouth for a deep and much-needed kiss.

The maid closed her eyes to enjoy her wife's taste, weakly lifting her hand to caress Azura's face. "Thank you for being here with me, Azura. I love you so much..."

"So do I, my dear Felicia... So do I."

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castiels-bro · 7 years ago

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“Hell” (Part Three)

Summary: You were a lonley person to that point where you decided to sold your soul to became Satan’s best friend. In the meantime it turned out that you got along with the Devil really well.

Pairing: more evidend Crowley x Reader / slightly Dean x Reader x Sam

Warinings: drinking

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Crowley + Special Guest

Word Count: 1200ish (am I coming back to my good days?)

A/N: | Sorry for every mistake, english is not my native language |

Tags: @a-fan-fighting-for-equality @laphobo @beksib @fangirl81422 @pandorasboxofstupid@trustnobodyshootfirst@nistaposebno @nygmobblepot-destiel-samifer @danandphilmeetfun@borischeshireairway @sarcasticxsarah@kalliewinchester-queenofhell @jishwa118 @quicksilver123456@fandomsneverdie14 @alangel1895@konankami @omgpokelove @damalseer @rices4me93@fashioninalllittlethings @insertbandlyricshere@happilyevernever @stormsoffreedom @angie1djonasgg@sarcxstic-stilinski @babiedeer@awesomesweatynachocollection @yayis0320 @cryxtalplxnts @depressed-leprechaun @ironman-lover-9147@kourtneymack @dragonheartstring360 @jadepc @totally-not-felicia @toxicobscenity

CATCH UP: Part 1 Part 2

(gifs aren’t mine)

Time was passing slower than you remembered. Crowley was sure it was because of the fact that you knew you had eternity ahead of you, but you weren't so sure.

Everything was different than usually. He stopped being cute and caring and started to leave you for all day long alone in the motel room.

Where were you? Somewhere in Kansas, but where exactly? You had no idea. The only place he let you spend time despite the room was that crappy motel pool. He even bought you a swimsuit so you didn't had to go to the town for it.

You could spend time there, the motel wasn't so bad, swimming was relaxing and all, but well... It was a week since he showed up. No texts, his number was always off. You were just lost in your own fear.

The next week was almost ending when you decided to look after him. How? First, you had to come back to Hell. You dressed into your favorite black jeans, simple white t-shirt and comfortable boots to match the pants. The rest of your clothes you threw to a bag and wished that you didn't had to worry. You told the guy on reception that you will probably come back, so better if he leave the room as it is.

You stood outside and it hit you. What now? You had no idea how to come back. Moment... The Winchesters. They attacked and that's why you had to leave and now Crowley vanished. That's on them for sure.

Next few days were hard, but you've done research and finally found them. Their bunker was goodly hiden, but you were better.

You went inside really quietly, but every light was turned off and it was so silent that you knew no one was home, so you started to search for some kind of a sign of Crowley's presence in the room with that bigass map, then library, then every room you found, but there was nothing.

Hours passed and you were freaking out even more, but here came the time when you had to decide either you sit and wait for the brothers or take your shit and look somewhere else. The thing was that you had no idea where to look, so you did the only thing you could.

Your bag was just right beside you, a glass and a bottle of whisky on a table right beside your feet that you decided to lay on. You took the glass in your fragile hand as the Bunker door opened and you heared their voices. Your heart started pounding, but you tried to stay as calm as you could.

The tall one, Sam you belived, saw you first and he immediatly took out his gun and pointed it at you.

“Dean!”, he was really scared. His brother was beside him, second gun pointed at you. You took that last swing you were going to - just to calm your nerves - and put the glass on the table. You sat up and looked them both in the eyes – one, than the other.

“I'm looking for Crowley”, you said simply, hoping that he will show up just after they did. Both of them looked confused.

“Why are you looking for him here? And how did you found us?” asked the greeneyed beauty, lowering his gun.

“The last time we met you attacked Hell and we had to leave our home.”

“You beat us up!” said Sam as he lowerd his gun just like his brother. “Why are you looking for him here? We have nothing to do with his disappearence.”

“So you have to help me find him. I haven't seen him in two weeks.” they looked at each other. “Please...” your eyes started to water and they probably saw it, because they put away the guns and took deep breaths.

“What’s your name?” asked Dean.

“I’m (Y/N).”

“Where do we start, Y/N)?”

~*~

It was taking too damn long... Winchesters were falling asleep from the research and so did you. They decided that the everyday shopping was on you today, so completly excited you left the bunker and drove to the town.

“I'm... home?” you started loud, but ended the sentence really surprised at your own words. You shook your head and while you were walking down the stairs you continued ”I bought something special for our research night.”

A lot of whisky and beer. That's how you remembered the start, but it was a couple of hours ago and now none of you were paying attention to the books and lore pages. To be more specific both of the boys were looking at you as you danced to 'Night Moves', smoothly stepping to the rhythm, then swinging your hips and humming the lyrics. As soon as 'Ramblin Man' started playing you couldn't control yourself anymore and took Dean's hand, forcing him to dance with you. With your eyes closed, you were jumping around with the man. His hands were on your waist, tummy and for a mere second on your butt; he held your hands while you were spinning as long as you hit something. That something turned out to be Sam's chest and he was even better dancer than his older brother. The three of you danced to the next few songs not caring about anything.

When you heard the first note of 'Hot Blooded' you jumped on the table singing, playing an air guitar as the boys drunkly sang along with you.

But the best and worst happened the next day.

You opened your eyes and everything was okay for a first view. Your whole body was sore so when you tried to stand up you did it really slowly. That's when your hung-overed brain and sore eyes saw what they saw. Dean was lying on your right and Sam on your left, both just in their underwear. Completly sober now you look at yourself – you had your sweat pants and a simple shirt on.

With your heart pounding you decided to not say a word about what happened – better to not know what happened.

You were really surprised that they didn't say a word either. None of you bought more alcohol – silent rule that you can't drink togheter.

“Are you sure you know were we're going?” asked quietly Sam. You and the boys were working together for almost two next weeks and finally you found a way to go back to Hell that worked and you didn't need to exorcise you or kill someone.

“Yes, I'm sure. Now shut you faces, please.” you responded in a low voice. Winchesters looked at each other trying not to laugh regredless of the seriousness.

You were walking down to the Throne Room and just as you passed your old bedroom you felt strange twist in your stomach. You looked at the boys and took a deep breath before coming closer to the doors. There was a lot of voices inside,

That was him... Crowley in a collar, sitting on the floor like a dog and on the throne... You had no idea how, but you knew it was him – Lucifer.

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Exodus

"You're drunk! I can't believe what a disappointment you are!"

His sharp tongue cut through the numbing stupor of the alcohol and lacerated fresh wounds on a bleeding heart that I wished would just give up and die already. It wasn't exactly like there was any tender feelings lost between us. He hated my guts. I had established that fact early on in what constituted my nightmare called life. I wanted to lash back, to find some way that hurt him with just as much apathy as he showed me, to be so cruel, so filled with rage.

Besides, he really wasn't angry that I was drunk. That was a convenient excuse. Something about my character that he could hold onto, a moral high ground as it were, a selfless reason to lash out at me. But I wasn't the naive child anymore to believe what was said anymore. Love was a temperamental thing, held like a treat for dreamers and morons. Something to be taken away at the slightest infraction, the barest of disappointments, and it would be withdrawn. I wanted to be angry. But honestly, I was just tired. I looked up at him, alcohol loosening my iron clad control the slightest of amounts. "So is that why you've been trying to kill me off with your words all my life? Because you couldn't convince mom to have an abortion and you didn't want to be a father?" The truth felt like ice on my tongue, a cold bitter thing I'd never been allowed to dilute with childhood whimsy of something else. Mother had never allowed me anything else, to her, I was the reason that Jake had left; to Jake, I was a tie to a past he didn't want to remember but was forced to live with.

For the first eighteen years of my life I had stayed with my mother, part of me, looking back at it, wished that Felicia had just abandoned me to foster or adoption care. While it could have certainly gone worse for me there it also meant that I might have had a family that wanted me. "If that's the case," Jake's voice was rasping as he fought to not yell at three o'clock in the morning and wake everyone else in the house awake, "why aren't you dead yet?"

I eyed Jake, the knowledge that he meant that hurt more than it should have. My sperm donor had never hid his distaste of me, the only memory I had of him visiting me was when I was five. He had come to visit my mother and I, I had been so excited I hadn't been able to sit still at school. I had drawn him a picture and Mrs. Kelly had me write out I love you Daddy, on it. It was the only time Felicia had actually acted like a mother. I had gotten a brand new winter coat, and mittens that looked like lions where when you opened and closed your hand the mouth moved. I had named them Optimus and Tigger, even though it was a lion and not a tiger. We had gone to McDonald's and Felicity had bought me a grilled cheese. I had been in the play area when she had called me down. And there, standing in a black suit, had been Jake.

I had been so excited I shook as I ran over to our table and picked up my drawing, of my Daddy and Mommy and me all holding hands. But as I turned to hand it to him he stepped back. Disgust clearly evident on his face as he looked at me, leaving me there, holding my picture for him, as he turned and yelled at my mother, asking her how in the world she could keep something so deformed, so hideous. Felicia had smacked me when I started to cry and told me to shut up. It was that day, that I became an orphan.

There was a knock at my hotel room door as I opened my mouth to tell him that I was alive out of sheer spite. Jake stormed over to it in a right peak, I lay back, flopping onto the bed and closing my eyes. Why the hell had I opened my hotel door? Right. Because some childhood fantasy had hoped beyond hope that my own Father had come to offer some sort of condolences. The door opened and there was a fervently whispered conversation that my drunk mind couldn't keep up with. "This is Cain." I opened my left eye at the sound of my name on a disguised breath. "The least you could do is get up and pretend that you have manners.' Compared do what had just been said previously the comment didn't even phase me.

There, beside my sperm donor stood an attractive woman that I guessed to be in her mid forties. Her dark hair had strands of silver that reflected in the harsh glow of the hotel lamps about the room. Her green eyes were a deep forest color and seemed to be slightly too big for her face. She had a nose that a writer would consider as petite and cute with lips that sagged just a little in a becoming pouty look that most attempted with lipstick or surgery. I hated her. "Hello Cain, I'm sorry that we have to meet over these circumstances." I nodded my head once and then had to close my eyes to stop the spinning room from making me vomit on her shoes tempting as the thought was considering.

There was another vicious round of whispering that made my head buzz with the beginnings of a headache. I wanted to lash out, to tell them to fuck off and leave me alone but I was too tired. The rum finally catching up with me, my limbs felt encased in lead, my eyes felt gritty and my head stuffed full of cotton. My thoughts felt fuzzy and slow, as though they too were weighed down. I heard my name off somewhere but I was too tired to care, my mind twisting memories around in a kaleidoscope of times and people I heard my name again, harsh and angry. Jake. Fuck him. And finally, everything went black and I was left in peace.

I came back into reality slowly, lying there for a long moment in the comfortable fog of unreality, pleasantly apathetic to the universe at large and most importantly, my place in it. All too soon however, memories started piecing themselves together. The body. The funeral. The bar. The fight. Jake in my room. The words he had said. Meeting Aurora. I flinched at the last few memories, the pain coming back, fresh and new, overlaying the wounds of last night with the fresh clarity that sobriety brings. I hissed as I turned, my head throbbing viciously, at least it was distracting. I bumped the nightstand as I struggled to get vertical still a touch drunk from the night before. I wasn't really surprised. I had drank enough that if I wasn't an alcoholic it likely would have killed me. Shame that. I'd have to try harder next time. A thud sounded like a cannon blast between my temples and I groaned inwardly, knowing already that if I made a sound I would regret it. I opened my eyes to bare slits through the dusky light of dawn and saw a piece of paper, a couple pills, and a bottle of water with the fluid still sloshing back and forth. Without even thinking much I took the pills and crunched them down, the familiar taste of Advil getting washed down with a gulp of water. After a few minutes, when the room felt like it wasn't spinning as fast, I trusted myself to sip at the bottle though I had closed my eyes again.

Taking inventory I frowned. I hadn't undressed at all from coming home from the King George Pub. But I wasn't wearing my boots now, and the covers were wrapped around me. Barely opening my eyes again I noticed that all the lights were off too, and that the shades were drawn. I shook my head and immediately regretted that stupidity as it felt like my brain sloshed back and forth and slammed into the sides of my skull. I sat perfectly still and panted, my mouth watering as my stomach churned. I would not vomit. I would not. The nausea spell only abated when I lay back down and relaxed, doing my best to not think about anything. Which was impossible. So instead, I focused on my sensations. The soft roughness of the hotel sheets, the cool air in the room, the brightening light pressing against my eyelids from the sun rising. And finally, I drifted back off.

I felt human when I woke again a couple hours later. It was twenty to twelve, I had to get moving soon, though if I left now I was concerned I would lose the trust of the blankets after they had accepted me as one of their own. I had gotten so little sleep over the last week that even this alcohol induced slumber had been welcoming. I rose slowly, testing myself as I went, making sure I didn't feel another wave of nausea. Thankfully, I was just set with a headache from hell, though I wasn't sure if that was from the blow to the jaw, the chair, or the alcohol at this point. I glanced ruefully at the empty water bottle and noticed the small hotel notepad again. I didn’t recognize the flowing cursive that formed beautiful swirls and designs as it made individual letters and words. “Take these when you wake up. I put a couple more bottles of water in the fridge.” I glanced to the small humming appliance in question. “It’ll help you feel better. Again. It was a pleasure to meet you finally. Aurora.” I felt fury flash through me, white hot and feral I picked up the empty water bottle and through it as hard as I could against the wall with a clatter of plastic as it bounced down and across the desk. The sound was sharp and staccato in my ears but I welcomed the pain of it. I was breathing hard. Hurt, and angry. Mostly hurt.

I was no longer a child. I no longer looked for someone to help me feel like someone wanted me. That I wasn’t so bad. That, maybe, I could even be loved. I was no longer a naive little boy searching for something that would never be given to him. I was alone. I had always been alone. That never changed; in fact, I now preferred it that way. I didn’t want anyone. I didn’t need anyone. I got up to go take a shower, stubbornly ignoring the water, even though the rational part of me knew that Aurora was right and it would help me feel more human. Still though, I loathed the idea of someone thinking me of helpless, as pathetic. I could, and did, do fine on my own. I stripped off my clothes as I walked. I could do this. On my own.

Two hours later I sat in the church, the piano music dancing through my brain like broken glass shards. I almost regretted not drinking the water. Almost. I sat at the back, not bothering to interact with others there. They were there for my father. The picture perfect visage of a grieving man for a life he had once lived, the picture perfect family man. It sickened me more than my headache. I watched him, and if looks could kill, he would join Felicia six feet under. He had never once done anything for us, and yet here he was, basking in all the free publicity that built up a reputation. His political scene was perfectly sculpted, carefully curated to show the very best things that a man could be. Doting. Sympathetic. Kind. So full of bullshit I could smell it from back here. He sat near the front, with Aurora, and their three girls who Aurora had introduced me to as if I should care about my half sisters. Natalie, eighteen, just finished high school and was going off to Kinesiology on some volleyball degree. Ember, twenty-one, who was working on a Social Degree in a Youth Center, and Hannah, twenty four, three years my junior, had just passed her BAR exam. I hated her the most, full and concrete proof that Jake had never intended to reenter our lives twenty two years ago. I had wanted to lash out at her, even after the night before, but I couldn’t not here. Still, I stewed. Watching them. The picture perfect family. I wanted to cause a scene, to call him out, here, in front of everyone and tell them the truth of him. But who would believe me? The estranged son of an overdosed crack addict, at her funeral no less. And it was childish. Some urge to have him notice me, to at least acknowledge my presence in front of other people, even if it was just to yell at me.

I had forgotten how annoying it was to wear the damned contact, I rubbed at my eye trying to get the gritty feeling to abate; I had gotten used to not wearing it and fucked if I knew why I was wearing it now. Felicia had forced me from the unfortunate day Jake had reentered our lives so briefly to wear sunglasses any time I was around others, or her, until she had finally got these blasted contacts for me to wear. I flinched again, at past remarks that made Jake’s delightful commentary last night look like the sweetest of compliments. The only time I had a modicum of peace was when she was high, her ‘happy pills’ made life tolerable, she even was nice to me sometimes. But it never lasted. Soon enough, she would come down, and I would again be told how much she wished she had followed through with what Jake had asked and aborted me. Ah, the lovely stories that would give me comfort to sleep at night. Only once, when she was high on something that was all kinds of illegal, did she try and kill me. No one would ever know that story, the way she looked at me when she told me that Jake would finally take her back now. The scar on my ribs still ached in the cold.

I stood over the casket, the whole sermon had droned on into a monotonous drone of sound, and here, now, I was saying goodbye to the only constant thing I had had in my life. It was a strange feeling, this chapter closing on my life. Even though Felicia had taught me nothing that a proper parent should, she had still clothed and fed me, even if it was barely. The call from the police had startled me, I’m not sure why. Did I expect Felicia to live forever? Cheating death as she got high on who knows what she had scrounged enough money together to buy. I had to give the morticians credit, as I looked over her. She looked like she could have been my mother, someone must have donated the dress, it didn’t look like anything I recognized, the makeup had been expertly applied with a style that made it look as though she weren’t wearing any at all. The sores had been covered, her hair had been washed, and she finally, after all this time, looked to be at peace. I hoped she was. Jake had ruined her by leaving, and I had hoped that next time around, she could be loved like she deserved, and maybe she could love her child too.

I twitched as I felt a weight on my shoulder and I looked over to see Jake there. The image of my fist going through his face was so vivid it took a half second as I struggled to separate reality from a desire so strong that I could already feel it. The crunch of bone beneath my knuckles, the whimper of pain, the hot gush of blood, the satisfaction. I glanced between us to his family. His only family. I wasn’t part of it, never had been never would be, I was simply a stranger that was going to fade away into collective memory, and then, likely even from that too. I wasn’t stupid. I knew my place. I wondered if his precious family knew why he was really here. How the lawyers had called him over things that he had purchased over twenty years ago and now he was here, to take every single one of those things away, so that nothing of him, no part of his existence that had spawned me could be traced back to him. He had even found a way to get a police search of my own house even though I had left Felicia when I was sixteen with nothing but the shirt on my back to make sure nothing was there either. There was a part of me that wanted to expose him, to shout to the world what he was doing, what he had done. But again. Who would listen to me? Pissed, and hurt, I brushed by him to go back to my corner but under all the surging memories, the pain, and the white hot fury I heard a soft growl, a command, as if he expected to hold some authority in my life after all this time. “Behave boy.” I left.

It had been three weeks since Felicia had been buried. I had taken the proffered week of bereavement but had only needed three days to wrap up her estate. Whatever Jake didn’t decide to take I had settled to donate to a few shelters around her area that helped battered women and children. They needed it all more than I did anyways. After that, I had gone for a drive. There really hadn’t been a destination in mind when I had headed out but I knew that anywhere was better than being stuck at home for four days without working and going out of my mind in my indignant rage at Jake. Funny. He had never once been in my life, and I could honestly say I didn’t know the last time I had thought about him as an individual and yet he expected to swoop in, do what he wanted, and leave. Just like he always did. Fuck that. Bermuda and I had gone out,between her and sleeping under the stars it had helped me forget. I didn’t know what it was but there was something about the purr that teetered on the cusp of a growl that came from a high performance engine that could make everything that little bit better. Besides, it had been a long winter and I missed taking the old girl out for a spin, even though it was still a bit muddy, I had decided that I had wanted her company more than Ralph, my old clunker of a winter car. It was on the last day that the text had come through, and now, as I drove home after another long day at work, I read it again.

“Cain.” I could practically hear it in her voice, but the urge to throw the device out the window had abated over time. “I know you likely don’t want to talk to me, we don’t know each other. But I think that could be handy. A fresh starting point. Nothing to lose, but maybe something to gain. It took me awhile to track down your number, I knew better than to ask your father for it.” The woman had at least some common sense. “I would like to get to know you. But if you don’t I do understand and don’t blame you. I’m not asking for you to make amends with Jake. I’m doing this on my own, because I know what it’s like to grow up without a father. If you would like to get back in touch, I’ll be here. Aurora.”

It had taken me a long while to figure out why I hated her so much, to distance myself from the childhood rage that wanted to hate everything to do with my father. I hated Aurora because she was kind. I hated her because I didn’t want to like her. She was innocent in this, more innocent than me likely, and while logically I knew that, it didn’t take the pain away. And yet, I had tortured myself several times a day looking at that damned message. It was a hand, reaching through the murk, the grey shadows of my existence and offered a kind touch that I didn’t know what to do with. I hadn’t dated much, expecting them all to be my mother and so far, I had yet to be disappointed. Part of me didn’t want to sully the pristine image I held of Aurora, the other part didn’t want to be disappointed when she turned out exactly like the rest of them.

Finally. After two weeks, and several cans of hard cider, I broke.

Cain: Hello Aurora, it’s Cain.

Lame, but what else was I going to say to someone I didn’t know. I looked at the steak in my fridge, knowing I should eat it but I couldn’t be fucked at the moment. I cracked another cider and drank half the can and sat heavily in my recliner. Work had been rough. The semi truck had seemed to have a mind of it’s own and decided that she was going to be stubborn that day. My knuckled ached from slamming them into steel trying to undo a particularly stubborn bolt, my foot throbbed from where I had had half the drive shaft land on it because some dumb ass didn’t put the supports in the proper place. In short, I was tired, in pain, and yes, slightly tipsy.

Aurora: Cain, it’s good to hear from you. How are you? I’m sorry if I don’t respond quickly yet. Just making dinner.

I appreciated that she didn’t bring up Jake in any way, it helped me separate her from that aspect of my life. I took another sip of my cider, my mind flashing to the steak again. I really should consider eating something. I took another sip.

Cain: I’m alright. Long day. Feel like I went a round against Conor McGregor or something today.

I didn’t know why I was being honest, it was just, nice I supposed, this informal form of communication. I flipped through the channels and settled on watching some sports highlights though I couldn’t care less about them at the moment. I finished my cider and finally the alcohol seemed to be taking affect as all the aches faded away. They’d be back, and I knew that, but this could at least give me some relief before bed.

Cain: What did you decide to make for dinner?

Aurora: I’m sorry that you feel so badly, and though I had to Google who you were talking about I think you could give him a good run for his money. And simple tonight, I found a recipe online about chicken breasts with a sauce made of sausage, onions, and mushrooms. Did you eat anything? I think we’re still on the same time for a little.

Cain: Too tired. I had some juiced and fermented fruit and that’ll work until breakfast. Though yours does sound tasty. I think Conor could kick my ass since some inanimate objects did that very well today.

Aurora: You do need to eat. And it is so far, I used hot Italian sausage for the flavors, it pairs well with the chicken. And what kicked your ass today? I regularly test gravity to make sure it still works!

I laughed in spite of myself.

Cain: Could be interesting to try. And just some parts on the truck I was working on, she was a grumpy old girl and decided to take it out on me.

She sent me the Food Wishes recipe and I glanced through it making note of what was there, maybe I’d pick the things I needed up tomorrow before I came home and give it a try. It did sound good after all, and best of all, simple. In fact, most of the recipes here seemed simple. Though I enjoyed cooking here and there, I was no culinary master and this seemed doable at least. We talked for several more hours. Aurora was surprisingly pleasant to talk to once I opened myself up to the possibility, the alcohol likely helped a lot though too. We talked about cooking, about Chopped, and my guilty pleasure Diners, Drive Ins, and Dives. It was nice. To talk to another person I mean, I wasn’t exactly a social creature and usually kept my own company unless I went out for drinks with the guys on a Friday night, even then, I usually didn’t stay long.

The next several weeks went by in standard routine and yet, they stuck out, because of Aurora. Despite my best efforts to lock her out of my life, pretending that that night had just been a mistake I had talked with her daily, sometimes nothing more than an exchange of good mornings. More often than not though we spent hours talking, well into the night, and once or twice, most of the way through it before she made some comment about her old body needing to rest. It always made me roll my eyes at the thought and let her sleep, convincing myself to let her go to bed early the next day. Not that it ever really worked though. And what I didn’t even notice, that slowly, I came to know her as Aurora, not Jake’s Aurora. Slowly, she wormed her way into my life, talking about her life, about Natalie, Ember, and Hannah in ways that had nothing to do with Jake, and I hated to admit it, even to myself, but I needed that. This feeling that not everything was about him. Call me selfish.

Aurora: I am in town, want to do coffee? I head back tonight.

I stopped on my way out of work, the guys all around me piling into their own trucks and hollering about it being payday. The half wild Celts always seemed to act like payday was this mystical thing that happened rarely rather than twice a month on a rather consistent schedule. I frowned, wondering why she was in town, to my knowledge there was nothing here that appealed to her. Still though, I did want to do coffee, we had started to do a phone call here and there and this seemed like a logical step.

Cain: Sure, just got done work. Let me clean up.

Aurora: Take your time, I found a cute little place that has excellent pastries by the smell of it.

Half an hour later I nosed Bermuda into a parking space that barely held her and got out of the car. The warm summer day was barely humid, just enough to be noticed. I looked around, not seeing Aurora I walked towards the small cafe on the corner of Fifth and Windsor. I had seen it more than once but given that I had only seen small little old ladies and rather, hipster, looking teens entering and exiting the establishment, I had avoided it. I stepped inside and was greeted to the smell of freshly brewing coffee and baked butter and chocolate. Oh yeah. Aurora hadn’t been kidding. This smelled like heaven. I turned as saw Aurora in a corner, we exchanged waves. I ordered and walked towards her.

She looked, good. And good was such a poor word for what I saw in her. She wore a strappy dress that though it was sedate enough, it still cupped her in all the right ways. Her breasts were full and cupped by the white floral print silk, her dark hair was plaited in a loose style that seemed to highlight her beauty in ways that I couldn’t even describe. The occasional strand of white a highlight, as though she had twined silver silk into her hair. She smiled at me as I sat, her eyes wandering over me, appraising me too, would be my guess. I had worn a black tee and her eyes lingered on the sleeve I had from fingertips to where it disappeared from view under the shirt but spanned across my chest and other parts of my body in an intricate pattern of design and geometry that had been added to over the years. She was trying to make sense of it, would be my guess. I wished her luck. But as she looked back at me she tilted her head, like a bird, or a cat. It was oddly, endearing. “Your eyes are two different colors?”

Fuck. I had forgotten to wear the god damned fucking contact. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! I closed my right eye. And muttered an apology. But she startled me, she got up and walked over, cupping my cheek in a soft touch, her skin warm, her fingertips brushing my skin sending small jolts through my entire body. I didn’t know what to do, no one had ever touched me like this. Ever. She ran the fingers of her other hand over my cheek, the shell of my ear, my eyebrow, my jaw, my lips. “Open your eye Cain.” Her voice was soft, tender, and though there was no force behind her words, it felt like a command that struck me straight in the chest. But what broke me was the whisper that followed on those soft lips that glistened with gloss. “Please.”

I slowly complied. Watching her carefully, ready to close it again the moment disgust tinged her features, the moment that always came. With everyone else. Aurora surprised me yet again, staying still, tilting her head back and forth slowly as she studied me carefully, her touch never faltering, her tender expression never cracking. “I am assuming you’re not blind?” I shook my head, it was blurry, and a bit hazy out of that eye and was prone to give me migraines once in awhile it did see. Though only issue with the massive cornea damage to it was that I had a restriction on my license. And the look. It was an off white color, more white then grey, the white was always a little bloodshot and never opened quite as much as it’s twin. I had unfortunately inherited Jake’s denim blue, a fact that I’m sure made Felicia hate me even more, especially since I looked like him too. It had driven her mad. Here I was, a defective version of everything she had lost. But as Aurora looked at me, as she touched me with a tenderness that I had never before experienced, I didn’t feel defective. I didn’t feel broken. I felt, like I might matter, at least a little.

“You are so handsome,” her voice came out so soft that I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to hear it. She kept touching me, kept making me feel all these things that I didn’t know what to do with. She ran her fingers through my hair, going back to stroking the highlights of my face. Only after a long time, I don’t know how long, I didn’t really want it to end, did she go back to her side. I missed her touch, but the kindness of her expression was still there. I could make do with that at least. Maybe, maybe this is what it felt like to have someone care about you. It was weird. Yet, despite myself, I enjoyed it.

Hours flew by as we talked, I felt relaxed, exposed, and yet I didn’t mind. Because as exposed as I felt, I didn’t feel alone. We talked about everything, nothing, about Natalie falling in with the wrong group of people and how Aurora was worried, I gave some pointers on how to help reach her and not shove her away, Having been young and angst once upon a time I knew how to help, not hinder. Aurora opened up about having grown up without her father, who had died when she was very young in a car accident. I felt badly for her, but she at least had her two older brothers Carl and Mark that had helped a lot, and unlike Felicia, Elise sounded like she had at least been a good mother. I also found out then that Jake and Aurora were not married, engaged for twenty odd years, but not married, I could tell that it bothered her despite her attempt to brush it off after I asked about the small ring on her finger. I opened up a little about the nightmare that my past had been, the general parts of it anyways. The way that Felicia had threatened to sell me just to get her next fix, things like that. She seemed awed by me, and though a part of me enjoyed it, the greater part was uncomfortable by it, I wasn’t some super hero or something. And finally, after some time, the dreaded topic came up, I hadn’t even known she had heard everything.

“So, why did you get into that fight?”

I knew exactly which one she was talking about, the one that had happened at the King George, and the reason that Hannah had flushed prettily when she was introduced to me. I looked to her and sighed, “If I told you that you don’t want to know, would you listen?”

“Consider it payback for the ring question.”

I squirmed a bit, Aurora’s eyes were penetrating, not in condemnation, or even judgement, but in kindness and in understanding. I took a long sip of coffee, trying to think of where to start. “I was sitting at the bar, I saw Hannah walk in with her then boyfriend, they sat next to me and started talking, Kevin wanting to know why they were here for a funeral of a woman that neither of them knew. He kept being rude about it. Hannah, stood up and said that’s what family does, and though she hadn’t met me, she would hope that her half-brother would do the same for her should Jake died. I can’t deny it, if Jake had died before Felicia I wouldn’t have shown up, but the fact Hannah did, the fact she was standing up for someone she didn’t even know, taught me that someone could be kind. Until then, and now you, I always thought that kindness was something people used day to day, a finite resource. It explained why no one had any left for me. Anyways, when Hannah went to use the bathroom and Kevin started flirting with the waitress and another girl nearby, I couldn’t stand it. Someone as kind as she didn’t deserve to be treated like she was replaceable. She is unique in this world, well, she is like you.” I amended and looked down at Aurora, her green eyes were glassy and I swallowed hard and finished quickly. “So, I lost my temper and gave him some facial reconstruction.” Thankfully, the waitress had vouched it was self defence against the slimy prick and I hadn’t been charged with abuse. But that, not my drinking, was why Jake had been so angry with me. I was a wild card, a scandal waiting to happen.

“Really?” Aurora’s voice was quiet, shaky. “Hannah never talks about it and the only time I brought it up to Jake he got so mad he refused to talk to me for three days.”

“Yes,” I didn’t envy her Jake and his tantrums, “despite looking like one of the bad guys, I did hang onto my honor, if not my soul.”

She came over, her tears falling down her cheek and I pulled her into my arms, an intimate hold,with her sitting on my lap, her slight frame dwarfed by me as I rocked her slowly, wiping away her tears. I held her tightly, trying to give her strength and comfort and knowing that I was failing miserably at both. “Thank you,” she whispered brokenly, again and again as she pressed herself against me. “Thank you so much.” I felt, like a hero, like something I had done had finally been a good thing. It took a long while but finally Aurora got herself mostly under control, though her eyes were still shimmery as she looked at me, her hand on my cheek. “I hope that Hannah meets someone that values her, that cares for her, that can protect her, just like you.”

Six Months Later.

“Why the fuck are corsets so fucking complicated.” I growled at the material that refused to budge at my insistence, the cords on the back denying me the access to what I wanted most. Her breasts, I could never get enough of them, the soft flesh that tasted like heaven on my tongue.

“Just fuck me,” her plea came out in a breathy moan, a whimper of need and desire. “We don’t have that much time, please. We need to hurry.” I knew that, but Christ it felt all kinds or wrong to not taste those beautiful globes at least once. Still though, her palming my cock beneath my slacks was driving me crazy, I couldn’t take it much longer. “Please.”

Her moaned begging snapped something inside of me, some gentlemanly urge stripped away until the feral desire that I did my best to lock up and control came to the forefront. I slammed her against the wall of the closet, the small place making our intimate encounter all the more personal. “I just couldn’t take it seeing you like this, looking all dressed in white, some virgin goddess, the demon in me just had to defile you.” Her giggle faded into a moan as I sunk my teeth into her shoulder, on the crook where the neck met and would be covered by hair for the ceremony. I had defiled her, often, and this was nothing new. She scrabbled for me to get my slacks down and I moaned at the feel of her soft hands, manicured nails teasing the sensitive organ and I nearly came right there, wouldn’t that be embarrassing, and disappointing. I hissed down at her. “Spread your legs.” I didn’t even have to say now as she complied willingly, her whole body shuddering with her own pent up lusts. This wedding planning had taken too much of our time together and we were both starving for each other, this was going to be hard, fast, and feral. I’d make up for it later.

“Oh yes, please, please baby please!” I covered her mouth with a hand as I slid into her, her body tight around me though she was so wet I was sure it would seep through the white lace of her dress. I couldn’t care less. I slid home. The only one that I had come to know. I growled into her skin, doing my best to keep my own sounds quiet enough that we wouldn’t have a voyeur on our intimacy, though, given how badly I wanted this right now I doubted I would stop, even if someone did open the door. Her muffled ecstasy felt tickled my palm as her nails sunk into my shirt, crinkling the ironed and starched shirt that had taken me forever to get just right. All well, if it was going to get wrinkled, this was the perfect way.

“Oh fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” She tightened even more in her arousal, she always loved when I dirty talked to her. It drove her just as crazy as her moaning and panting did for me. I slammed into her, again and again, my thrusts feral and erratic as I drove into her, desperately, achingly. I hungered for her, for this. I wasn’t going to last. “Oh fuck girl, you need to be coming soon or I am going to be right jack ass.”

She pulled my hand aside, “Oh yes baby, I’m with you, I’m with you oh yessss!” She hissed out the last word as she climaxed and I joined her, filling her with my seed and warmth, I shuddered around her, cradling her, covering her in soft kisses. Christ, I needed this woman, she drove me wild, and yet she secured me. “Get going,” she panted out, kissing me firmly, “I need to go to the bathroom and freshen up and you need to be ready. I’ll see you soon.” I nodded but kissed her once more for good measure.

I made my way through the crowd, unnoticed, even though I stood head and shoulder above most of them. It was amusing in a sad way, that I could pretty much be a wraith. I stopped and poured some artificial tears into my eyes and sighed in relief. Aurora had taught me about these things awhile ago and they were a god send. I looked down to see Hannah with her father, she looked beautiful in her dress, though she did look flustered, Jake didn’t look any better, in his tailored suit, he looked agitated and angry. His voice came out a demand more than a question. “Have you seen Aurora?”

“Yes, I saw her cum by me a little over five minutes ago.”

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haiskulstories-blog · 8 years ago

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Hai Skül Story #1; 2 Girls : 1 Boy

PART II: Anastacia Raynolds

My name is Anastacia Raynolds. My friends call me Ana. I’m one of the brightest girls in school, but I hate school. Fuck Wilson High School and all the shitty kids that go there. Except my friends, who are OK. We like to hang out and systematically plan the deaths of all the popular kids while we paint our nails and watch Heathers or Twin Peaks. Sometimes we watch My Sweet Sixteen if we run out of popular kids to fantastically destroy.

I do well in school because I’m bright and I’m nice to the kids who are smart but too socially incompatible to aggregate any sense of a circle of friends. Turns out, they are some of the coolest kids in school because they die to have a class next to me and in exchange, they will do anything for me. Usually it’s like: “Will you please get me a cup of water? I’m still working on this problem,” but they are happy to fulfill a variety of purposes. Needless to say: wrapped around my little stinky pinkie.

Part of the reason I like them is because I have a lot of shit to take care of in my life and I don’t always have time to go to Hot Topic in the mall if, say, my striped leggings get a run. Diane Blair works there. She acts so goth with all of their weird, glittery, off-color makeup, but she honestly just makes herself look like a clown. The popular boys seem to like her though, so whatever.

Now, you get the basic idea of what I do in and out of school, except I have a few hobbies I didn’t mention that I like to keep to myself. I’m actually really tight with my family. I have a little sister who I aspire to mentor as much as possible. She is going to Wilson High next year and I’m almost done with her starter kit. It includes profiles on the ten most popular seniors-to-be, including their favorite brands (in case she decides to fall in with them). She’s awfully pretty and I could see her falling in with one of the jocks. I’ve also included for her where the ten people they live and what kind of cars they drive (for obvious reasons, if she follows in my footsteps).

I’m a little bit torn about what social group she is going to choose, but I’ve made a full proof plan to flat out not care. She may be more popular with boys than me since she flat out likes them more than hitting the books, a divergence of our personalities. She’s had some guys over that, yeah, I can call guys, to the point that sometimes I’m slightly concerned for her since she’s still only 14, but the guys drive awesome cars and buy her clothes and she seems happy enough. She gets them to help her with homework, so I really can’t complain.

When we were younger, we used to be a pair of tomboys and would fight like boys with the neighborhood boys, play in the mud, steal the other kids’ bikes and such. I guess we both have the rebel bred into us, we just have matured into different ways in terms of how we logically put it to use. When I started to see the way she was getting guys to do her bidding, I figured she might have picked up better on our mom’s pretty housewife thing.

All for good reason: our mom is a fox. I guess I got girly when I hit high school and switched up my style, started puting on a little makeup. But I still never dropped my boyish pursuits. Quite the contrary. Neither my sister nor my mom were much thrilled when I started excelling in math and became the president of the motorsports club. They end up opting to spend Saturdays at the mall and for reasons I cannot comprehend, Jaqueline, my little sis, never got over going to church. Personally? I say burn it.

They say having a large network of friends is a guaranteed path to increasing the likelihood of longevity. I care a shit ton about my little sister, so when I saw she wasn’t growing out of her Catholic pursuits, I felt I needed to take action, so we could sit together well after our primes, saggy wrinkles eating up the Carribean sun, sipping piña coladas. I had the realization just about halfway through sophomore year and up until then, I’d been hitting the books hard, outperforming even the nerds and not thinking too much about a social life to any degree. But I have a decent amount of foresight and I imagined my girly little sister getting to High School, failing at academia and not having any friends, so I figured I should buff up on the real extracurriculars for her sake; I started going to parties.

It was just around that time that I began to gather a following. My grade is a little weird in that most of the alternative girls are of the gothic persuasion and they simultaneously have a lot going for them looks wise. Using my head to grow my popularity but sticking to my cute and nerdy alt guns, I became a pin-up magnet and I soon had every pierced and ungodly chick’s posts rolling out a black carpet for a funeral-themed wedding whenever I scrolled through my Facebook feed. I guess they were excited by my bad-chick sleuthing skills to find the ragers and for good reason: I got them skin with boys they probably would never have seen until finishing their tattoo artist apprenticeships after graduation.

In turn, I was granted a spot in the throne as the prettiest in a flock of birds who would peck to pieces any sausage party. To put it plainly, we get what we wanted by sheer volume of pussy. I don’t even have to make plans on a Friday and by nine, I know where the party’s at and I know my gang will blow it up and turn even the lamest bangers into a roving burlesque.

And that’s exactly what we did over winter break when Stacy Fields, one of my prettier girls, let on that her boy Monty was having a get together with the basketball team. Stacy had visited Diane at Hot Topic earlier that day and snagged a couple bottles of O.P.I Midnight Glitter, so as soon as the bell rang, we all piled over to her house, ate strawberry Poki and watched The Devil’s Rejects while we spread layer after layer of shimmering jet black nitrocellulose over upwards of 100 nails.

We like to be fashionably late, so we rolled up to the party around quarter past eleven, ten girls decked out in torture garb with purses full of candy in a big black Chevrolet Suburban. When I got inside, it was apparent the party had already started because there were quite a lot of empty bottles sitting around, but the music was a little soft, dishearteningly acquiescing to hoots in a smoky family room focused on a plasma TV playing a videogame.

Monty walked up to me out of the smoke and asked me if I’d like a drink, so we headed to the kitchen where a couple other girls from the South Valley were comparing their boyfriends’ dick pics while sitting on the tile countertop, tugging out of a 32 of Miller High Life. Monty mixed me something strong that tasted flowery and vaguely like blue toilet liquid, but it got the job done. Uninterested in the dick pics, I walked back into the smoky living room, took a hit off a blunt that was being passed around and was lit. Then, I spotted him.

Across the room, sitting on an overstuffed brown faux-leather couch, was Erik Crooners, A-team player for the Wilson Wildcats basketball team. He looked uncomfortably out of place, not playing video games and not doing much at all except just kind of waiting for me to pounce on him and eat him up like he were a cup of soft serve.

Now, please don’t get me wrong. If I told you my taste in men, I’d first have to tell you my taste in women, to have a juxtaposition with with which to easily compare. I like Latina girls: tall, thin, but muscular. If she has a tattoo: especially my type. The more, the better. As for men: ditto! And Erik fits the bill to the ‘T,’ his sinewy body was even just ever so slightly caramel color, surely from all that time he spend with his oafish bestie DeShawn. Even made his white ass look a little bit vato: Swoon!

So then I stood there for like a split second, eyeing his most prominent tattoo, a ridiculously vain spidery scrawling of his own name that seemed to bulge out of his tank top on his left pectoral. I didn’t want to be a deer in headlights though. The faux-leather furniture set made the room feel especially ‘den’-like, so I took off my shoes and pranced over, flinging myself onto the big brown cushion next to Erik.

The whole chase was as much like eating soft serve as it had looked from a distance; all I had to do was pull on the little black bow in my hair and kind of tilt my head to show him my neck and he was melting. He tried to make conversation a little like a car trying to start when it’s battery’s dead. After he tried for the third time to say something incomprehensible, then he just kind of pulled his head back a little bit and squinted his eyes all Chinese.

We were up in the master bedroom for probably 20 minutes. He was acting a little like putty, but I’d had only one drink so I decided to take control. I’d had a crush on Erik Crooners ever since the third grade, ever since he gave me a stupid valentine that had a bunch of misspelled words on it about farm animals. I remember when he gave it to me, I took the sweater I had just taken off and threw it in his face.

Ever since then, my feelings of guilt had sort of blossomed into an obsession with his pathetic attempt, his embarrassment, his red little cheeks after I threw the sweater, stuck in my mind as cute but also loving. But when he came, his face got all sort of red and puffy and his eyes bulged. It was a little repulsive and made me question the whole engagement. I didn’t waste time and quickly got up to use the bathroom. On my way down the hall to the bathroom, I got a string of texts from Stacy:

“Where R U??? //

We jackt the keg! //

Alreds in car + keg + we gonna leave yo asssss!!!!”

Even though I felt like I was about to piss myself, I sprinted downstairs and out into the car. As soon as I got in, everybody started asking me where I’d been and then Felicia shouted out that she’d seen me go upstairs with Erik. While my opinion had just been stilted by Erik and the idiosyncrasies fornication will no doubt pull out of a lover every once in awhile, all of the girls started screaming. The keg had already been tapped and we took turns pulling out of it directly, half the girls in the car, including myself, blacking out by the time we reached Stacy’s house.

Looking back, maybe Erik wasn’t all that bad in bed. I remember at one point he started saying something and it pains me to think that I might of heard him confessing, “I love you.” Maybe that’s why he didn’t pull out and maybe that’s why I had to pee so bad after running out of the room, even though I thought he had. All in all, one thing came out of that night: me, pregnant with Erik Crooner’s baby.

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yukiwrites · 8 years ago

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Since requests are open again can I plz get some Niles/Felicia smut where Niles has a ~thing~ for doing her in her maid clothes? (also I like this pairing bc their supports lol) thank you magical yuki (and also I totally hc that Niles has a kink for those uniforms don't you agree?)

THIS ASK IS AMAZING OH MY GOD ASDUYASIPJOASDKHECK YES, HEADCANON ACCEPTED, ANON!I had to write this RIGHT AWAY cause it’s just… PERFECT XD

Part 1 - Part 2

Aretainer’s day starts early: They need to wake up not only before their lords,but need to wake up in time so as to prepare their liege’s clothes,refreshments and duties for the upcoming day.

Nilespreferred going to sleep later than his wife, Felicia, but still managed towake up at the same time as her, or at least a little after. Leo didn’t requirethe former outlaw to do the same things Felicia and Jakob do for Kamui, so hecould actually sleep in a little more.

Butwatching her put on that damn fine uniform never got tiring.

“Lalalila~”Felicia sang as she tied the bow on her back while looking at the mirror,“today I’ll do my best, you’ll see~” she hummed, something Nilesfound amusing no matter how many times he saw it. Despite being an utterfailure at her job, she never got disheartened nor discouraged. Every day was anew chance to learn and do things right.

“Younever get tired of this?” He finally pronounced himself, sluggishly sittingup and stretching, scratching his head after. Felicia turned around, almostcompletely ready – only her hair, socks and boots left.

“Oh,dear!” She smiled innocently, trotting to the bed, “goodmorning!” The maid beamed, kissing his temple beside his empty eye.

Nilessnorted. He could never imagine hooking up with someone so different from himself, but look at him: he was smiling fondly at her silly little happiness.“Mornin’,” he replied, “you need help with your hair again,right.”

Feliciabrought both hands to her mouth in surprise, but didn’t ask ‘how do you know?’for he’s been the one to do her hair every morning after they moved intogether. Her cheeks reddened – she really liked how he ran his fingers on herscalp – and she nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

Nilescaressed her face for she was still at his eye-level, and gave her lips a peck.“Alright, to the dresser you go.”

“Heehee,thank you, dear!” She thanked again, forgetting she had already done soand hopping to the dresser – it was rather big and expensive for a simplemaid, but Kamui wanted to give it to her as a present some years previous: ithad three rectangular mirrors beside each other and a plethora of drawers.

Getting up,Niles scratched the nape of his neck and tilted his head, a memory suddenlysurfacing in his mind. He smirked and stole a glance at his wife: while shewaited for him to put her hair up, she was putting on her socks.

She slidone in as she sat on the tip of the chair, and slowly, ever so slowly, pulledit up all the way to her hip, clasping the hook of closure of the garter shewore underneath her skirt.

“Say,”Niles started, taking another step towards the dresser.

“Hm?”Felicia replied, focused on putting on the next sock, her skirt unbelievablyclose to her inner thighs – Niles could see half of her butt, making his smirkgrow and his lips dry.

The royalretainer licked his lips and positioned himself behind the maid’s chair. Shegot a bit tangled on the next clasping hook and started to panic. “Wasn’ttoday Jakob’s turn to bring Kamui’s stuff to her room?”

The claspfell from Felicia’s hand as her beloved’s fingers suddenly started to massagethe nape of her neck and scalp. “Eeep! W-what?!” The shock made herhead fog and she turned around to meet his lustful gaze.

“Isaid,” Niles whispered, bending down towards her face, glancing at theundone sock as it slipped through her leg, “you didn’t need to wake upthis early today.”

Flustered,Felicia tried to avert her eyes from him, but couldn’t – he was almost oozingpheromones. “O-oh dear!” She let out a nervous laugh, finding herselftrapped by the chair’s armrests and Niles’ gaze. “I was so used to this Iforgot, haha…”

“Mhmhm…”Niles chuckled. Finally she was catching onto his lustful intentions – he was trainingher well, after all. “And you know how I feel about alllll of this,hmm?” He bended down to her, placing one hand at the chair’s backrest,using the other to point at her garments.

It wasn’tthe first time he’d felt aroused by her working uniform – one time he was soconvincing on his ‘If I don’t do you right now in this kitchen I’ll pass out’she shamefully succumbed to lust. On the clock! That made her so ashamed sheforbade any kind of sexual intercourse during working hours (though he got hisway one, two, or maybe five times).

She wasn’tworking at the moment, however. “I- I know…” She almost moaned andcouldn’t help but to stare at Niles’ shirtless body, her eyes trailing down tohis pants and the obvious bulge already there. The maid gulped.

“Oho?”He teased, lifting her chin with his index, “already going for the goods,love?”

Feliciafelt her head explode. “I- I didn’t mean to- It was you- I– mmph!”Niles laughed at her embarrassment – no matter how many times he teased, herpurity almost always prevailed – but ended it with a sudden kiss.

He insertedhis tongue, lifting her chin even more towards him. Her entire body shook –his kisses always were her breaking point; She was too sensitive inside hermouth, and Niles knew that. They pulled away from each other, her face so redit was cute.

“Howcan they even make you work with those?” He mused, pulling her up from thechair and twirling her around – her head was still spinning, so feeling herown body do the same made her gasp. Niles almost ate her with his eyes: thesock with an inner cut, showing only part of her inner thighs were his favoritepart. Such a tease!

Felicialanded on her beloved’s chest, dizzy. “B-but I’ve always worked withthem…” She looked up at him, the exchange making her finally feel hiserection poking at her lower waist. “Oh!” She gasped once again, herface reddening more.

“Haha!”He laughed, “I never get tired of you, Feli.” He whispered, pressingone hand against her back, towards him, the other one groping at her behind,under her skirt. The loose sock had fallen on the floor after he spun heraround.

“N-Niles!”She tried to reprimand, but it sounded like a plead for more. “T-this ismy only clean uniform…”

“Hmmm?”he licked her lips, trailing his other hand to her left butt cheek.“You’re saying you want me to do it clean?” He gave her a peck,feeling her want to linger more on his mouth. “I’ll have to come inside,then.”

“That’s–!”She widened her eyes in surprise, but averted them right away, silently complyingas she lowered her head and rested it on his chest.

“Ohh,you’re too much, Feli!” He squeezed her rear with both hands, biting herneck over her uniform. She moaned – neck, mouth and inner thighs were hersensitive spots and Niles made sure to always stimulate them. “But to doit clean, I’ll need you to put your hands on the bed’s footboard and stick yourass out.”

“Eh?R-really?” She innocently looked up at him, her arms close to her chest.

Nilessnorted, pulling her towards the end of the bed – in front of the dresser –and holding her from behind. “Nope, I just want to do you looking in themirror.”

“Mirror?Eh?!” She glanced around, looking at her own reflection – her bodyinstinctively reaching for his as her rear stuck out on its own, her hands overhis which were groping her chest. Her head almost exploded in embarrassment“B-but that’s embarrassing! N-no way!” She covered her face with bothhands.

“Pity,”he bit her ear, bending over towards her as he held her in place with one hand,the other finding its way in the middle of her legs. “You’ll be this wetfor nothing.” He teased, inserting two fingers into her lingerie.

“A-ah…!”Her head shot up in surprise, a moan escaping before she could muffle it.“Th-that’s so mean…”

“C'mon,Feli,” he spoke in a low voice, making half of her face bristle with lust,his erection poking at her behind. “You’re so hot I can’t help but want tolook as you beg and scream my name.”

He pressedher nipple over her clothes, the other hand freeing his erection and poking itover her panties.

“Ahhh…”She sighed in pleasure, his pulsating glans rubbing against her vulva. Silentlyshe placed both hands on her footboard and stuck out her rear, trying to hideunder her own shoulder. “T-this is okay, right?”

“Ohh,yes!” He licked his lips and pulled up her skirt before pushing herunderwear aside so as to place his erection at her vaginal opening.“You’re the best, Felicia.” He moaned as he slid inside of her –just the kisses and mentions of doing her on the job made her hunger for him soshe immediately closed herself around him as he entered.

“Ni-aahh-les…!”She called his name once he put it all in, hiding her face under her crossedarms. The former outlaw looked at the mirror, however – she had one legcovered with the lewd sock, the garter clasp outlining her natural curves; theother one was nude, bringing a different contrast to her maid look.

He pulledit all out before thrusting again, making her moan his name once more.“The best.” He repeated. Her insides were hot and pulsating,hungering for him as much as he hungered for her. And the maid look? Evenhotter if they were on the clock.

She forgotthat it wasn’t night, but close to dawn, and didn’t muffle her voice, moaninghis name and pleading for more with all she had. Niles welcomed it – screw therest of the people waking up! His name sounded the best when she screamed it ashe filled her with pleasure.

His thrustsstarted to get more intense as her voice allured him into moving faster – soonshe wasn’t covering her face in her arms, but throwing her head back inpleasure, her back arching towards him in an attempt to share his warmth.

“Sayit again, Feli…” he moaned under his teeth, thrusting quickly as hegripped on her hips, feeling the climax at every movement.

“N-Niles,ah… m-more…” She obeyed, squeezing her eyes as she felt it first –she squeezed his erection inside of her with more and more vigor as the orgasmwashed over her body. He couldn’t bear the stimuli and came right after,letting himself loose inside of her.

Theytrembled with the orgasm, gasping for air while he bended over towards her asshe leaned on the footboard, exhausted. “See? It’s all inside ofyou, now.”

#niles #felicia #niles x felicia #fire emblem fates #a sin a day keeps the thirst at bay #my writings #i cackled so much when i first got this ask #perfect #10/10 #thank you anon #yuki replies #anon

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