#possible shes already begun feeding on you

[myth1cs]

Completing the mission (Myoui Mina x M!Reader)

Even more smut and I'm still sorry for it.

Word Count: 2067

Mina was arriving at a party and preparing to carry out the mission

Her boss Bangchan has set her on an important mission to steal important documents from Y/N the host of the party.

Mina was an agent for hire. She didn't know the specifics for why Bangchan wanted her to steal those documents but as long as she was getting paid she could care less. She just needed to complete the mission whatever the cost.

Mina was struggling in her home life. It was hard to pay the bills and buy enough food to feed herself. So she decided to become an agent for hire, selling her services for a price. An expensive price, after all she was good at her job, she couldn't sell her skills for nothing after all.

This party was her best chance to steal the documents. If she failed then she wouldn't get paid and surely would be punished, the pressure was on.

As she was arriving at the door to enter the party she pulled out the invitation Bangchan gave her. Y/N sent Bangchan an invitation but he gave it to Mina and texted Y/N he would send his secretary in his place because he felt sick and wouldn't be able to attend.

Y/N believed Bangchan as he didn't think Bangchan had a reason to lie to him.

The guard at the door accepted Mina's invitation and let her in. Her mission had officially begun. As she walked in she saw some of the biggest CEO's from the biggest companies in the country. She felt a bit tense but she composed herself and started walking around to get a basic layout of Y/N's house.

As Mina walked through the house suddenly heard someone call her name.

"Hey I don't recognize you"

Mina turned around and she saw him the host of the party Y/N.

"I'm Bangchans secretary Mina he sent you a message telling you he would send me on his behalf." as Mina said this she noticed Y/N was trying to subtly scan her body. He didn't do a good job at it as Mina quickly caught him but she decided to stay quiet about it.

"Well Mina let me show you around it would be rude not to." Y/N said as he held his hand out to Mina. She was just trying to complete her mission and get out as quickly as possible but having a good relationship with Y/N could help lower her suspicion as she wasn't sure Y/N trusted her.

"Yeah sure." Mina said as she grabbed Y/N's hand.

Y/N walked her around his house introducing her to the other guests and asking her questions about her job.

Eventually Y/N took Mina to his winery. "Do you care for a drink Mina?" Y/N asked while grabbing a bottle.

"I could go for a drink but please let me fill your drink" Mina said trying to grab the bottle from Y/N's hands.

"Oh no let me I am your host after all, I should be the one treating my guests" Y/N said as he pulled the bottle away.

Mina was getting nervous, her original plan was to put sleeping pills into Y/N's drink so she could find the code to Y/N's safe and steal the documents without worrying about getting caught. She couldn't let Y/N serve the drinks.

"No really I insist" Mina said with a little more force which slightly shocked Y/N. He didn't know Mina could be so intense.

Y/N handed Mina the bottle "Well if you insist then I guess I won't stop you." He said while being a little scared of Mina.

"Hey Y/N could you bring some ice I like having my alcohol with ice" Mina didn't actually like her alcohol with ice she just needed an excuse to get Y/N out of the room.

"Sure I don't mind" Y/N said as he left the room. As soon as Y/N was out of sight she quickly grabbed the cups and started pouring the alcohol in them. Then she grabbed the pills and crunched them up and dropped them into Y/N's cup.

She quickly went to the bathroom and flushed the bottle that the pills were held in into the toilet.

When she got back she saw Y/N was already their.

"Where did you go Mina? You weren't here when I got back."

"I was just using the restroom" Mina quickly responded.

Y/N looked at her with a hint of doubt in his eyes but he just brushed it off.

Y/N picked up a glass and handed it to Mina. "Well let's drink up Mina and say cheers on behalf of Bangchan who couldn't make it today." Y/N said while smiling at her.

Mina grabbed the drink and did a toast with Y/N.

She started drinking her cup while carefully watching Y/N waiting to see any hints of sleepiness in him. She decided to stay near Y/N until she saw any signs of him getting tired.

Some time has passed and the party is still ongoing yet. She was sitting at a table in the corner of a room with Y/N and they've been talking this whole time and yet Mina hasn't seen any signs of tiredness from Y/N. She could have sworn the pills were supposed to take effect by now so what gives?

As Mina started thinking of why Y/N hasn't shown any signs of sleepiness she suddenly had a feeling not of tiredness but of something else.

She was getting horney.

She didn't understand why even if she did accidentally drink the cup she made for Y/N she should be getting sleepy not horney. But then Mina had a thought.

Before she left for her mission she grabbed a bottle from her drawer but she didn't bother to check the label as most of the pills she keeps are ones to put people to sleep. However she does keep one that holds a different type of pills. An aphrodisiac, she had it in case she ever needed it for a mission but she never actually intended to use it.

Mina realized she grabbed the wrong bottle from her drawer and now she was in big trouble. She thought she failed the mission since she was getting to friendly with Y/N earlier he would definitely notice if she was gone for a prolonged period of time and get suspicious.

But she couldn't admit defeat that easily she had to find a different way. As she started to think of something she could do she started to rub her thighs together to get some tension. Y/N kept talking to her about ... well who knows what she wasn't listening to him after all her mind was filled with panic, lust, and thoughts of how to get out of this situation.

"Mina are you okay? I feel like my words are going in one ear and leaving the other" Y/N said slightly annoyed that Mina wasn't paying attention to him.

"Uhm~ yeah I'm just ... very deep in thought" Mina said while feeling her face getting hotter. She needed something to relieve herself she couldn't focus on her mission until she felt relief.

"Mina if you need to lay down you can-" Before Y/N could finish his sentence he was cut off.

"Y/N show me to a room" Mina said in a desperate voice.

"O-okay Mina calm down" Y/N said a little confused on why Mina sounded so needy.

Y/N grabbed Minas hand and walked her to the guest bedroom. Mina was trying her best to hold urges but she was at her limit. Eventually they got to the guest bedroom and Y/N closed the door behind them.

"Well you can stay in here unt-" Y/N was quickly cut off by Mina who latched her lips onto his.

Y/N was shocked by the sudden move by Mina and pulled her off of him. "Mina what are you-"

Mina locked the door and looked at Y/N with lust in her eyes. "Y/N I saw you checking me out earlier, please I need you right now"

Y/N pulled Mina to him and kissed her back. Y/N's hands roamed Minas body. Y/N's hands reached down and squeezed Mina's butt. Mina moaned into Y/N's mouth.

"Ahh~ Fuck" Mina kept making noise under Y/N's touch. Their hands were roaming each other's bodies while lustfully kissing each other.

Mina was getting a little needy. She needed more than Y/N's touch. "Y/N get this dress off me" Mina said with urgency in her voice.

Y/N started to quickly take Mina's dress off exposing her breasts and pussy to the cold air.

Y/N put one hand on one of Mina's breasts and another on Mina's butt. Mina squirmed and she couldn't take it. "Y/N please touch me where I most need it"

Y/N liked seeing Mina so needy and he wasn't keen on giving Mina what she wanted so quickly.

Y/N pinched Mina's nipple and kissed her more roughly. "Now now Mina were getting a little too needy." As he said this he could see slight annoyance in Mina. "Oh shut up and put your dick in me"

Y/N picked Mina up and put her on the bed. "Such a dirty mouth you have Mina, what would Bangchan think if he heard such words coming from his secretary?"

"Oh shut up Y/N" Mina said with a mix of annoyance and neediness. She grabbed Y/N's hand and put it up to her pussy.

While Y/N did want to tease Mina, when he felt the warmth of Mina's pussy he lost all his will to continue teasing her and gave in.

Y/N fingered Mina's pussy in quick manner not letting Mina adjust to his fingers. "OH SHIT" Mina yelled but she quickly covered her mouth to muffle it. "Your so loud Mina do you want everyone to know how your getting fucked?"

Mina couldn't respond as she was too focused on the mix of pain and pleasure she was receiving. Y/N curled his fingers in Mina and it sent her closer to release. "I'm close"

When Y/N heard that he immediately pulled his fingers out. Mina whined when she felt his fingers leave as she was close to cumming. "Y/N you fucking bitch" Mina said while panting.

Y/N ignored Mina and took off his pants revealing his dick which was already hard. Mina gasped, she knew what was about to happen. "Y/N wait your not wearing any-"

Y/N ignored Mina's plea and shoved his dick in Mina. Mina almost let out a loud scream but quickly covered her mouth.

For the next few minutes Y/N pumped his dick in and out of Mina. Every now and then they would engage in a lustful kiss or put their hands on each other.

Eventually Y/N was getting at his limit. "Mina I'm going to cum" Y/N said feeling exhausted.

"Let me swallow your cum" Mina said. She really didn't want to but she needed a reason to not let Y/N cum in her.

Y/N got a few final pumps in before he exited Mina's warm and tight pussy. Mina sat up and took Y/N's dick in her mouth and started sucking. Not long after Y/N came in Mina's mouth.

After coming off from such a high Y/N got exhausted and fell asleep on the bed.

Mina swallowed the thick cum. She really didn't think Y/N would have so much cum in him. She got up and got herself clean with the tissues which were next to the bed.

Mina put on her dress and put perfume on her to get the smell of sex off of her.

She took this chance to go to Y/N's room to look for the code to the safe. She eventually found the code and typed it into the safe.

Mina left the party with the documents in hand. She got her phone and called Bangchan.

"I completed the mission"

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"Wow myth1cs you really like yapping huh?"

Yes.

Also don't expect this type of schedule this is a rare case of me actually having motivation.

[onskepa]

Stxeli: new life.

Hi everyone! this is the ongoing series for mo'at's fic "a daughter for daughter". If ya'll read that one, it is like an overall cover of what stxeli life would be like. However, I wanna truly start it with this.

Stxeli series

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Sun has once again shine brightly all across Pandora. A new day has begun. Mo'at and Eytukan were starting to awaken when they hear soft babbles of their little one, Stxeli. She was wide awake and was staring at them while having her little foot in her mouth. Both smile down at her cute face. Mo'at gently takes stxeli's foot out of her mouth, "You're feet is to move, not to eat ma'ite".

Eytukan looks at his long time mate. Her bright smile returned to her face. The sparkle is back in her amber eyes. Mo'at was back to being herself. And it was thanks to Eywa's gift. Stxeli was what they needed, she was the cure, the medicine, the answer to heal from their inner wounds. And Eytukan would do what it takes to make sure his new daughter wont ever suffer.

They went to where all the na'vi are, all having breakfast together. Neytiri was already there with tsu'tey and other children. Saying their good mornings, both leaders take a seat and began to eat. Mo'at was given some soft foods by recent mothers. Though mo'at worries if stxeli might not like the foods. Only one way to find out.

First she offers a bit of soft mushed fruit to stxeli, letting her nibble a bit before taking a whole bite. Mo'at sees it as a good sign and began to feed her more of it. Stxeli makes a happy sound as she noms away the mushed fruit.

Neytiri simply stared at little stxeli, not saying much. "You consider the child your sister?" Tsu'tey asks as he takes a bite of his food.

Neytiri took a long minute to answer, "I am not sure" and returns to eat.

Eytukan finished his meal first and faces mo'at, "mo'at, hand her to me, you must eat as we have a long day ahead of us". Agreeing, mo'at hands stxeli over to eytukan as she begins eats.

Stxeli made some babbling noise again, as if trying to talk to eytukan, to which, he is all ears for. He gently traces his little daughter's features, taking in her soft squishy cheeks, her smooth skin, and her little button nose that he likes to boop a lot.

"every morning you are always the first to be up" he tells her, mo'at looks at them both with a smile. "She enjoys the first morning sunlight rays".

After breakfast, mo'at would usually be the one to take stxeli with her as her main grounds is either the healing tents or visiting the spirit tree. Safe areas for stxeli.

And where ever she goes, the clan would stop and greet little stxeli. Many children would even ask to hold her, and mo'at would grant their little desires, as long as the mothers are near and mo'at guides them how to properly carry stxeli as she is smaller than a na'vi baby. Mo'at feels at east that the clan has accepted stxeli. Even better that the children seem to genuinely love her little girl.

Well, almost everyone.

Unfortunately, However, there would always be a bad fruit in the basket. Ateyo and Artsut. Tsu'tey's parents. Such stubborn people they are. They are the only ones who could never seem to accept stxeli yet.

And speak of the na'vi. When mo'at opened her tent, artsut was there. Frowning, mo'at asks "is there something you need artsut?". The woman in question turns to her. But artsut wasn't looking at mo'at, no, she was staring at stxeli with pure hatred in her eyes.

Stxeli was just playing with mo'at's songchord, being blissfully unaware the hate she is getting.

By motherly instinct, mo'at held her daughter closer to her, as means to protect her baby from the possible threat in front of her.

"I see you still haven't gotten rid of that demon" artsut hisses. Mo'at's tail swishes in anger, but does her best to be as composed as possible. To insult a child is to insult the mother.

"and why would I rid of my child? Eywa's gracious gift to me?", artsut scoffs. "A gift from our great mother, I dare say, don't be foolish tsahik. Why would Eywa accept those demons? That is what those demons want. To intertwin themselves with our people! That thing has your mind warped!".

Mo'at scoffs at such false accusations. Before artsut could say anymore, she was interrupted by a loud squeal from stxeli, sounds like she is a bit fussy. "If all you have come is to insult my child, then it is best you leave. I am only kind to your for the sake of your son. But dont try this again or I will have Olo'eyktan to speak with you".

For once, choosing the right thing, artsute leaves in huffing anger. Once mo'at finds the space safe, she puts stxeli down letting her explore the familiar place.

Whenever someone seeks mo'at for treatment, you can bet stxeli plays a important role. She distracts the patient while mo'at treats them. Stxeli would often play, talk, or be carried by the person. As means to keep themselves occupied and not be as in much pain.

Mo'at heals the physical wounds while stxeli heals in emotions. A nice duo. And mo'at already plans to teach stxeli the ways of a healer. She can see her darling girl treating others in time of need.

By the end of the day, curing the communal dinner, eytukan was holding stxeli, missing her all day as he did his duties. "have you been good for your mother" he gently asks to which stxeli answers in sounds only she can understand.

Mo'at chuckles as she smiles, "she has been doing well in assisting me". She turns to give neytiri more food but catches her child staring at stxeli again. Neytiri has been doing that since their new daughter arrived. "What is wrong ma'ite?" she asks. Neytiri doesnt turn to face her, but answers while staring at stexlie.

"nothing....nothing......" was all she said.

Mo'at hopes that neytiri can see the way she and eytukan sees stxeli. She prays to Eywa that neytiri will hopefully soon come to love her new sister.

Okie that is it for this one! Hope you all enjoyed it! Until next time! see ya!

[spooklies]

# Legacy

♡ ... › Yandere Ethan Winters as your Father

— Warning(s): childbirth death. slight manipulation of a child(?). stalking. things will get worse after this.

♡ ... › Written in HC format

— Part I - Part II

— His obsession with his child began the moment he learned his beloved wife was pregnant.

His mind went rampant with the possibilities of who his child would become and the kinds of traits they’d inherit from the both of them. Would they have hair like his? Or would their hair turn out to be more like their mothers? He was hoping they’d inherit their mother’s beautiful one of a kind smile, a blessing for everyone who happened to come into contact with them.

But Ethan knows that no matter what his child turns out to look like, he’d love them unconditionally because they were just as much his as he was theirs.

— The months leading up to your birth was like living through a real life fairytale.

Ethan was determined to make each day better than the last and he started doing that by showering his wife and unborn child with as much affection as possible. That started with making his meals more extravagant. While the meals he cooked didn’t even begin to compare to the restaurants he insisted he and his wife go to whenever they had free time, the gesture was still well-received and as the saying goes, “Happy wife, happy life!”

Ethan during this time researched which foods would benefit his pregnant wife and which ones she should steer clear of. While he may have come off as controlling initially, he’d managed to convince his wife that this was for the benefit of not only her, but their unborn child as well.

After all, he wanted nothing but the best for his two favorite people in the whole wide world.

—  Despite how cautious they were, there were things they couldn’t avoid.

His wife had become sick. Sicker than he’d ever seen her before. And after the doctors warned them about the possibility of losing their child it took all of Ethan’s willpower not to break down right after his wife had. 

They’d been told that the pregnancy posed a serious risk and that the possibility of death was in the higher percentages.

Ethan did everything he could, now going above and beyond to ensure his wife’s last months of pregnancy was as comfortable as possible despite the grim conclusions each doctor gave them after each appointment.

There had to be something he could do. There had to be. He couldn’t lose his family, he loved them too much and it would be unfair if he lost them right as their family was just beginning.

— The beginning of his child’s life would ultimately bring about the end of another.

Ethan never blamed his child for the death of their mother nor would he ever dare to. What happened was entirely out of their control and he hoped someday he could explain that to them as he was sure there would be a form of guilt over the absence of their mother.

As he held them in his arms he could no longer contain the tears he’d fought with so valiantly to keep at bay. You were perfect – everything he’d imagined you to be and more. 

— Ethan loved to spoil his child rotten.

Much like he did with his wife when she’d been pregnant with them, Ethan made sure to feed his kid the best of foods his salary could afford and to provide them with whatever toys they made grabby hands at whenever they walked through the toy aisle. 

Only the best for his baby, after all.

— As a result of grief, Ethan became overprotective of his child after a while.

While already protective of his child, it had quickly begun to spiral after he’d caught them crawling way too close to the stairs without the safety gate being properly latched. In that moment he picked them up with a gasp, holding them close to his chest with tears brimming at the corners of his eyes as he began to imagine the worst outcome becoming reality.

He couldn’t lose them, he’d already gone through that grief once before with the loss of his wife and it would have drowned him completely if it weren’t for his wife’s legacy keeping him afloat. 

— When his child began to grow older, he made sure to monitor what it was they watched and came off as strict as a result.

If he hears one bad thing about a show they liked to watch from another parent, or possible rumors about his baby’s show being a bad influence for the youth, then the show or movie would be banned in its entirety. If there were paraphernalia laying around the house then that would be thrown out just as swiftly. 

“I’m sorry baby, don’t cry. You know I only want the best for you.”

— Ethan became paranoid of other people, not trusting anyone with his baby.

When it neared the years for his baby to start daycare he worried himself sick over how well his kid would do when put with others their age. He would tell his kid to tell him if any of the other kids ever bothered them, and that if they ever hurt them then he’d make sure nothing like that ever happened again.

All his kid did was laugh, agreeing to tell him if another kid bothered her. And, well, as a kid a lot of things happened to bother them. From not wanting to share your toys to not liking how you were tagged during the game called, ‘tag’. 

Really, he should’ve known better. But it was better to be safe than sorry he reasons. Not every kid went without a mother, so he was waiting for the days his kid would ask him what happened to their mother. He’d already shown them pictures, but they’d never had much of an interest in learning about them. He hoped that would change as they grew older.

— Ethan liked to keep his child by his sides at all times.

More often than not the two of them were falling asleep next to each other or with his child resting comfortably in his arms as he did his best not to fall asleep so he could see the end of their movie/show. 

And when in public Ethan held onto their hand at all times, not daring to let go of their hand for a second with the fear of them wandering off somewhere he couldn’t see them or worse, far enough for them to get snatched.

— Ethan was hardly ready for his child’s time away from home to increase.

At daycare, he only had to be away from his child for a few hours. He’d signed up for the half-day schedule, meaning he was able to pick them up the moment it turned noon. But with the year ending just as fast as it had begun, that had also meant his child’s longer days of school.

He just wanted his baby to stay home all the time. To be beside him as he worked from home, or to help him cook as much as he allowed them to after careful consideration of how dangerous the kitchen is for a toddler. 

Whenever his child was away from home for too long the silence was maddening. He’d keep himself grounded with pictures and videos he’d taken at every milestone of his child’s life so far. From when they’d said their first words, “Dada!”, and when they’d first started to crawl. His favorite video so far was when they’d taken their first steps, the recording showing them walking towards him with a giant smile on their face, waiting to be picked up the moment they finished their short and wobbly journey. 

Everything was recorded.

— His baby’s first real day of school was bittersweet.

It was one thing sending them off to daycare, but entirely something else walking them to their classroom and introducing himself to his child’s teacher. He’d already done a background check of sorts, learning her history as a teacher, possible scandals, and later he’d trail her home to see what kind of home life she lived to ensure he wasn’t sending his kid off to some abuser of children. 

He’d done the same to the daycare assistants his child had previous to this year, and he’d continue to do so going forward. 

He drew the line when it came to other children and their parents, only feeling the need to if he hears word about a kid giving his kid trouble. 

— There’s no such thing as “being too careful” in Ethan’s eyes. 

Ethan prided himself at how well he managed his kids’ life so far. But sometimes he worried he’d been sheltering his kid too much. And in those moments he’d ask himself what his late wife would have done differently, if there was anything she would have done differently. But without her being around anymore to knock some sense into his spiraling mind, he’d continue to do just that – spiral.

And as his kid grew older, so did his need for control.

[mayasaurusss]

Blood hive.

Vampire Natalie x fem! reader.

Warnings: not proofread, spelling mistakes (big time I'm so sorry).

A/n: kindly requested by @l0tt1emy (she bullied me into doing this). This is the first time I've ever wrote some full-smut head canons and I feel so embarrassed but I need validation.

She founds herself hungry for blood one lonely summer night.

She has ben carving blood for a while now, nothing had been under her fangs for a long time. From deep within her body she feels the stomach churn in hunger.

The encounter with you had been an unplanned accident.

She was at her limit, without even realizing she had stumbled outside of her home, hungry for blood. Her hair was disheveled and she had dark circles under her eyes.

You were just an unwilling victim, having just started walking back home from a party you attended.

You were drunk off your ass, legs swaying beneath you and alcohol flowing in your veins and head.

She had gotten out of her house in the dark night, her natural environment but today made her feel cold and left hungry.

Then she saw you. You were just a girl walking alone at night, unknowing of the dangers that laid in the night, both human and inhuman.

The way your dress fell perfectly so your shoulder was exposed to the night's chill made her shiver.

She stalked you, like a wolf would, moving in the night with an inhumane precision and stealth, hiding in the dark like she was part of it. The white of her eyes was tinted a light red and drool was forming inside her mouth.

You're feeling hot, the heat of alcohol burned through you. You slow down more, your house is just around the corner. As you search for your keys you feel a pair of cold hands gripping your stomach from behind.

For a second the world stops, then you start to realize: someone is trying to hurt you. You start screaming and kicking at whoever was on top of you and for a moment, you manage to throw them off your body.

High on adrenaline you start to run towards your house, still scrambling to search for the keys but they were far stronger and faster than you.

In a matter of seconds they're on top of you again, this time their hands are gripping your wrists and cutting through the flesh.

Just when you think this couldn't be worse, you feel two pointy fangs carve deep in your flesh.

Blood flows freely from the wound and stains clothes and skin. Some of it has remained stuck into their teeth.

Natalie's mouth was red with blood, she begun to lap at your wounds in an effort to clean as much of your blood as possible and finally eat. She laps and bites and scar and tear flesh off of you like a rabid dog.

You feel your body begun to cool down, every essence for heat leaves you and you're left without a thought. You let your attacker feeds on you.

The blood flowing in her mouth gaves Natalie a thrill like never before. It tastes sweet, sweet and had a tinge of alcohol. She can't get enough of you.

She feels herself regain her senses and understand what she has done: she has attacked a stranger and drained them of their life. She eyes you thinking that maybe she has killed you, she's already planning on where to hide your body when you groan lowly and stir in your coma.

She thinks that maybe this is an opportunity. Maybe she can feed from you when she hits her limit, just to have you and your precious blood near her.

You find yourself in a unknown home, she has you cuffed by the bedpost and you can't move your body at all. She stalks over to you like a wolf and you try to scream and kick but to no avail.

"If you ever say anything of this to anyone, I'll kill you and everyone and everything you love" she whispers in your ear, seductively tracing your skin. "Let's make a deal. I'll let you live in exchange for your blood".

From then on, you and the stranger which you had come to know as Natalie start what could only be described as a purely practical relationship.

She gets a fill of your blood and you get to live another week.

One day you come to her apartment. She has been drinking like she always had, small hiccups leave her every now and then. She looks over at you with those deep eyes of hers, a faint blush covering her cheeks.

She comes to you and grips on your body, trying to stabilize herself on you. She closes her mouth on your neck but doesn't bite down, a surprise to you. She can't physically bite down on you and instead opts to lightly move her lips on your neck.

She starts to muble something. "Please...p-llleease... So good just... Just a taste...o-one...p...".

She tries to hold on you and continues to muble incoherently, you have to drag her to her bedroom trying to not step over all the beer bottles left.

You think about leaving her and walking away from this strange relationship, but you can't. You're sure that if you actually leave without her having her fill she would hunt you down and keep her promise, but you also feel bad for her in a way. She has been living in this precarious way, in a cold and dark house without anyone to be with her or keep her company.

She sits on the bed and hugs you close to her, whispering to you, her breath tickling your neck and making you shiver in anticipation of what she might do to you.

Her touch lingers on your skin, tracing patterns on it; the look in her eyes is suggestive and her cheeks are rosy.

She stalks once again to her favorite spot on your neck but at the last minute, she pulls away and devours your mouth in a kiss.

Before you can process what has happened, she gets on top if you and deepens the kiss. She has your wrists in her hands and her legs is in between yours.

She makes you gasp for breath and kisses you again, exploring every inch of you.

She moves her knee up and down on your sex, making you get wetter by the minute. At last she decides to strip down of her clothes and get rid of yours as well.

Chest naked, you stare up at her in fear and arousal. Emotions bloom inside of you and you feel high when her mouth latching on your chest.

Her fingers trace your skin down to your legs. She doesn't have to prepare you for the intrusion because you're already wet, she notices with a smile.

She circles your clit, stimulating it and continuing to kiss you.

Her cheeks become red, blood pumps faster in her veins and inside her heart, some feeling starts born. She feels so happy, for the first time in years, since what happened back in the forest, so so happy. There isn't alcohol, there isn't hunger and there isn't cold; there's just heat and skin and you.

Her eyes water as she starts to pump her fingers inside you. She hears your moans and whines and she feels so... complete. Her mouth close to your ear, she whispers sweet words to you while guiding you to your orgasm.

Right as you come, she regains all her strength and bites down on your neck, blood sweeter than ever before. Metallic and sweet flavours swirl inside her mouth and get her on high, coming too with you.

Her body collapses on yours, the sound of both of you fill the room. Her eyes find yours and with surprising gentleness she cups your face in her hand, strokes your cheecks and whispers "I'm never letting you go".

[wishcamper]

Nessian Week Day 6 - Legends & Destiny

Happy second to last day of @nessianweek! I have for you a Witcher!Cassian and sorceress!Nesta AU.

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Out of the Fog, Into the Mist

CW: consensual sexual content, reference to underage marriage and sex trafficking.

In the town of Mulbrydale, just north of the river near Hanged Man’s Tree, whispers rode the chill autumn air like restless ghosts. For weeks, the townsfolk held their breath as a dark shadow loomed over them: girls had begun to vanish. Four in total, all last seen in the gnarled woods at the fringes of their fields. And so a notice was put out on boards around Velen, that anyone who could find the girls (or the culprit) would eat and sleep well in any house, and could lay claim to a hefty sum.

It smelled like trouble, the sickly sweet of a body left long to rot, but Cassian needed the coin. And after four nights sleeping on the hard-ass ground of this war-ravaged cesspool, he wasn’t picky about how he got it.

“They go over the ridge to let the goats feed in the scrubs. Come sundown the goats come back, but not the girls,” the local innkeep explained, and Cassian saw the ripple of fear pass through him as he said it, the curl of his stooped shoulders.

“Right.” He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ignore the stink wafting off his new employer, though maybe he’d ceased to be nose-blind to himself. “So you want me to find what’s killing them.”

“Not killin’, Master Witcher - snatchin’.” The man’s voice was grave despite the lilting accent. “We’ve searched these wood a dozen times and found naught, not a bone. Tweren’t even no blood. Must be a fearsome thing to take them without a trace.”

He gave Cassian a look he’d seen a thousand times then, the furtive dart of a gaze that lingered on the cat-like yellow of his mutated eyes, the two swords at his back: steel for men, silver for monsters. He tried to ignore it, along with the rage that bubbled up at how common folk saw him, a beast barely better than those he slayed.

“And it’s only girls? No boys, too?”

The innkeep shook his head, leaned in to whisper, “The boys come home all dazed-like, remember nothin’. Except for Young Ian, but he were half mad already.”

Cassian sighed and considered the possibilities. There were the tragic but mundane - the girls got lost, or else ran off, ending up for the wolves either way. Then the tragic and unjust, that someone or something was abducting them: slavers, traffickers. It seemed less likely the cause was supernatural, though hags were known to have a penchant for young females, maybe a lesser vampire.

He didn’t relish any of the outcomes, if he was honest with himself. But he’d seen the lavish church at the end of the high street and knew there could be no drought of money in this town, despite the dilapidated dwellings. Crisis had a habit of making converts of even the most secular, and the people of Mulbrydale shed their coin for the Church of the Eternal Fire like the yellow birch leaves now littering their street.

“What did this Young Ian claim to see?” he asked, and the innkeep shrugged where he’d turned to wipe a grimy mug. Whether beast or bastard, Cassian figured the snatcher must have a stash spot nearby since none of the bodies had been found, or else there’d be tracks from a caravan or band of outlaws. 

“He says he saw a lady in the wood, the same day the last girl disappeared. Said she spoke to him day afore yesterday when he went lookin’ for his own sister, Abby. Didn’t find no trace of her, but came back babblin’ like a loon about how he met some Gray Lady. Blue eyes and hair spun of gold, he says.”

Instincts prickling, Cassian leaned closer across the grubby counter, trying to hide his voice below the din of other midday patrons who apparently had nothing better to do than drink. “Did he seem.. Out of it? Acted strange ever since?”

“Well he’s never been quite right, but he did turn down a sympathy romp with Marna over there when he came to tell the tale. Never afore he done that.” 

The aforementioned must’ve heard her name, for a dull-eyed woman rose her head from where it had been plastered to a scrubbed wood table and offered him a watery smile. The innkeep gave him a significant look, eyebrows raised.

The pieces were beginning to fall into place, an artist’s first pass of paint over a canvas. It definitely wasn’t wolves, and while he hadn’t ruled out some other creature it was clear this being was intelligent, enough to cover his own tracks. That left fewer options, all of them dangerous.

Cassian straightened, confident he’d wrung every bit of useful information out of the man, tossed his last few coppers on the counter before draining his ale.

“Thank you. Tell me where to find this Young Ian, and the families of the girls, and I’ll be on my way. And as for my fee..”

They haggled for a moment, and he managed to get the innkeep up a few more crowns, enough to see him through until he reached Oxenfurt. Once there he could rest a bit easier, in more comfort with the dearth of contracts in the city. Maybe even spring for a sympathy romp himself.

Cassian left his horse tethered outside the inn and made his way to the main street. Townsfolk froze in their churning and smithing and general idling to gawk at him, some spitting in his path or crossing themselves and mumbling prayers to the Eternal Fire. Even the reedy looking man in the pillory had the gall to sneer at him, but they were all reactions he’d endured for many years, and Cassian only sent his well-practiced curse to his parents for selling him off so young.

For it was a witcher’s lot in life to be both needed and reviled, a freak mutated with poisons to be stronger, faster, with keener senses and quicker healing. His kind were made, not born, though he might as well have been for all the choice he had in it. 

At the first three girls’ houses Cassian found similar scenes - weeping mothers, dull-eyed siblings, fathers crackling with impotent rage. And the same story thrice over: that their daughter walked over the ridge to the forest like she always did, and at sundown only the goats came home, no trace to be found. 

The tale was simple enough, but something snagged in the back of Cassian’s mind as he trudged up the lane toward the last house. Maybe it was that all the girls were near age thirteen, all described as both comely and disobedient by their fathers. The way the mothers cringed away from their husbands, the young boys in each house better nourished than their sisters.

Abby was the third girl who’d gone missing, who also happened to be the sister of the young man who’d claimed to see the phantom in the forest. Her former house was a sad little cottage of pitch and straw at the end of the lane, leaning drunkenly to one side from time and shoddy construction. Its owner leaned in much the same manner where he sat out front, propped up on a stool with a jug between his feet, dirt and sweat caked along his hairline.

Cassian cleared his throat and the man jolted upright at the sound, somehow startled even though Cassian was big enough to cast a shadow across him from several feet away.

“I hear your daughter’s gone missing,” Cassian bit out, already expecting no useful information. “And your son saw a woman in the woods. What can you tell me?”

The man hiccoughed and blinked up at him, weaving slightly though he was sitting still. “My Abby. She’s gone. The Gray Lady took ‘er.”

“What Gray Lady?”

“Ian seent her, my - hic - son. When he went lookin’ for his sister.” He gestured toward the forest and belched wetly, making Cassian take a step back. “Said he saw a figure in the woods before passing out, and when he woke this was - hic - in his pocket along with one of Abby’s hair - hic - ribbons.”   

The man nodded downward. Cassian looked closer now at the jug between his feet and saw a small flower sticking from the opening, an ordinary celandine. But the yellow petals shimmered in the light, strange, unearthly, and he felt his witcher’s medallion hum against his chest at the presence of magic.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“It won’t die. The priest says it’s an omen from the Eternal Fire, that it marks the unnatural has - hic - taken ahold of her. That I gotta pay to have my home cleansed so the blight don’t spread to my others. But I think she sent it as a sign she’s still out there, that she needs me to come save her. Somethin’s not right in those woods, I’m tellin’ you. Somethin’ wicked snatched my girl, I feel it.”

Zealots and swindlers, all priests of that bloodthirsty religion, but Cassian couldn’t deny the wrongness that radiated from the flower, a clumsiness in how the magic wavered he couldn’t quite place. The girl’s father burst into pitiful tears then, and Cassian almost felt sorry for him, as much as he was capable of, anyway. 

“And it would take her of course, my Abby. Most beautiful girl in Velen. She was supposed to be - hic - married next month, you know. I knew one day some important man would come through and see her and have to take her for a wife. Offered a handsome sum, too. My girl. Knew she couldn’t have been born so pretty for - hic - nothin’.” He dissolved once more into weeping, mumbling to himself, a man lost in his own head.

Yet despite the way his voice trembled, something about his grief left a bad taste in Cassian’s mouth, like beer gone slightly off. And not because of the myth that witcher mutations robbed one of normal human emotions - he had more of those than this man was having coherent thoughts at present - but he seemed much sadder about the lost coin than his own flesh and blood.

After a few additional questions that got him nowhere, Cassian left the man cradling the flower, stroking it with one delicate finger and muttering about farm equipment that needed repairing. 

The mystery was starting to come together more clearly, though parts still felt obscured, a thick bank of fog blocking the places where it all connected. The flower was strange, the magic rudimentary, but Abby at least had reasons to run away, or perhaps a suitor uninterested in paying her father what he thought she was worth.

He trudged back up the lane, stomach growling.

With information from a street urchin he cajoled by letting her hold his sword, he soon found Young Ian hiding in the community stables. He could’ve been no older than twenty, sprawled in a pile of straw with one hand tugging hard at his fluffy hair, a ragged feather quill in the other. There was a piece of grubby parchment stretched over his knee, and Cassian wondered if the innkeep was right about his sanity when he saw line after line written and crossed out, fitful scribblings of an unsound mind. 

“Wanted to ask you some questions about the missing girls,” Cassian said gruffly, and the sandy-haired head whipped upwards, startled.

“I didn’t see nothin’,” he grumbled, muddy green eyes hazy. “Now git on with ye, I’m in the middle of somethin’.”

“Yes I can see that. Mind taking a break so we can both get on with our business?”

Ian bared his teeth to retort but seemed to catch himself, spotting Cassian’s leather armor, his twin swords. “Aye, you’re one o’ them witcher’s, ye are. I heard stories about ye. No feelings, none at all.”

“Thanks for your input. Now tell me about the woman you saw.”

“N-no, I didn’t see no-” Ian stammered, but Cassian felt his patience growing short. His belly was empty and so was his coin purse, and none of that would be remedied by debating his own emotional capacity.

“I don’t fucking care what you were doing out there, just tell me what you saw.”

“She told me not to tell.”

Beyond aggravated, Cassian felt his hand moving up to cast Axii before deciding to do so. Ian’s eyes instantly went glassy, his own will dampened, and he glanced out the stable door before leaning in close.

“I saw her,” he said, voice wavy with delight. The reverence that broke across his face crinkled the dirt at the corners of his eyes. “The Gray Lady. She was there in the woods, in naught but a robe, and she was the most beautiful -”

“This was a human woman?”

“Tweren’t nothing human about her, Sir Witcher, sir. She was - She -”

A faint buzzing sounded, and Cassian felt his medallion hum against his chest again. Something was preventing the young man from telling what he’d seen despite Axii’s influence, perhaps from remembering it altogether. He could read now the scribbled lines on the parchment - poetry, declarations of love to a golden-haired goddess. The gifts he’d lavish upon her, where he’d lick - 

With a groan, Cassian lumbered away from the young man, who returned moony-eyed to his musings with hardly a second glance. This job just kept getting worse.

It was too late to back out now, he reasoned, and he returned to the inn to wait for nightfall. And to stew over what the fuck he was going to do.

For this was no common trafficker or hag or even an incubus that took those girls, any of which would be preferable to what it probably was. It was most likely a creature more formidable than all others, against which he had a particular weakness. Cassian sharpened his silver sword while the townspeople descended into drunkenness that evening, trying to ignore the dread that had begun to coil in his stomach, wondering if the blade would even make a difference.

When the moon was a pale wisp on the horizon, he slipped out of the tavern and proceeded into the woods on foot, not trusting his horse to resist whatever tricks may lay in wait. The forest was dense and silent, quieter than it had any right to be, and he met none of the usual night creatures as he wound further between the trees. Cassian found himself holding his breath at intervals, the creeping feeling that he was treading somewhere he ought not go, pressing ahead in defiance. Perhaps in foolishness, too. 

Water sounded close by, the smell of wet earth and something sweeter, trunks thinning to indicate a glade ahead. The ground was softer here, and with his witcher’s sight he noticed a crisscross of small footprints in the mud, a scrap of flowery fabric snagged on a branch. A twist of magic drifted on the air, sharp and metallic, making his lip curl and his medallion shudder.

Yet at the same time his better sense begged to turn back, a thread tugged low in his gut, pulling him forward. With the blessing of vision in the dark, Cassian crept through the trees until he came at last to a starlit clearing.

A gray-robed figure stood in the pool of a silver waterfall, hood shrouding the details of her heart-shaped face. He could tell it was a woman from the contours of her body, from the long, golden-brown hair that swayed like reeds in the updrafts from the falls. Though he’d approached on silent footsteps, she turned in greeting like he’d come crashing through the brush, her full mouth bracketed with annoyance as if he’d kept her waiting.

Slender hands reached up to remove the hood, and the woman beneath was unlike he’d ever seen, tall and willowy, her face glowing like the moon. And those eyes - he could see why Ian was trying to put his passion to paper. They were the blue-gray of a winter sky reflected in his sword, smoldering like white-hot embers in the night. His empty stomach fell out then, for such unnatural beauty only graced one kind of creature.

A sorceress.

All around him plants rustled in a phantom breeze, giant tropical flowers, willows with branches that trailed in the clear pool at his feet. He could see silver-scaled fish flashing in the water, chiming where they brushed against one another, against her shapely legs. Legs he’d die to have wrapped around his waist, or crushing his head as he -

A tendril of magic wrapped about his throat, choking off his breath before he could shield himself. Cassian saw one elegant eyebrow raise when he didn’t pass out immediately, knew it was a trap but oh, what a trap to die in.

Fucking sorceresses.

“You seek the missing girls.”

Her voice was like liquid starlight, and he tried to stammer out an explanation but found only a dumb groan pouring from his throat. “Do you mind toning down your glamour?” he managed once he’d collected himself enough. “It’s giving me a headache.”

The woman’s brow furrowed, and he wondered if she expected him to fall to her feet as the village boy had. As many others had before, he suspected. 

But she relented, the intense aura around her dimming somewhat to reveal a woman more earthly, yet somehow more beautiful still. She had a severe look about her, her face all angles, and he couldn’t help how his eyes traced her lush body, more gorgeous than he’d seen in many long years. Not that it meant anything about her potential to rip him in half, though it certainly was an.. Obstacle.

“You know where they are,” he choked out.

She smiled, cloying, and the wind brought the scent of lilacs drifting toward him once more. “I take it you’ve come to rescue them from evil, brave knight.”

Her countenance was soft and inviting, but Cassian knew what wolves could live in pretty clothing. Knew the dangers in taking her kind’s word, drilled into him through experiences both vicarious and personal.

Don’t ever trust a fucking sorceress.

He should be better at learning from his mistakes by now.

“Where are they?”

“Safe.”

“And I’m supposed to take your word for it.”

He’d heard of crooked mages snatching girls to sell to the academies, earning commissions based on each student’s aptitude. In a dream world the law would put a stop to it, a fool’s dream given Velen had a skewed view of justice these days. But something about the woman before him gave him pause, a crispness in her manner that belied a stronger moral code. Mostly the fact she hadn’t killed him yet.

“What other choice do you have?” she said in her silvery voice, and a shudder threatened to steal through him.

“I could kill you.The families think some evil creature stole them. Want me to bring back its head.”

He knew it was a gamble, but he wanted to gauge her power, how much of a threat he posed to her. Her moonbright eyes darted toward his weapons - he saw genuine fear there, and Cassian wondered if he’d misjudged her before her expression melted back into smugness.

“Two swords. I should’ve known.” She wrinkled her delicate nose and gods, he wanted to kiss where the skin crinkled. “They’ve hired you to dispatch the monster, and here you are.”

“Tell me where the girls are and there’ll be none to kill.”

“Those zealots wouldn’t know a real monster if it were clawing at their hollow legs,” she muttered to herself before straightening. “Then it seems I must plead my case. Come. Let’s see if I can’t convince you to spare me.” 

She flashed that sensual, terrifying smile again and Cassian was half tempted to turn around and sprint away. Sorceresses were of a duplicitous ilk at best, abjectly cruel at worst, and whatever this one was doing out here on her own, the whole thing spelled trouble. He got the distinct impression she was concealing something, though what it was difficult to say. But when she extended a hand out toward him, Cassian couldn’t find it in himself to deny her, to think anything but whether its owner would let him press his lips to it, among other places. 

“Well?” she asked. “Are you coming in, or must we do this in the cold?”

She beckoned him forward before turning and walking straight through the waterfall. Cassian  followed dumbly on leaden legs, braced himself for the rush of chill water but was met with only a whisper of warm air, the scent of lilac and parchment dancing on the wind.

They emerged into a circular courtyard, surrounded on three sides by a stone villa tucked into a mountainside, archways leading to various chambers beyond. The remaining side stood open to the night air, the steep drop beyond, shadows shifting in the light of several braziers along the perimeter. His hostess looked different, too, her roughspun cloak transformed into a high-collared gown, the deep plum fabric spotless where it swept against the polished stone floor. A lush banquet was laid out before them, and even as his stomach growled Cassian knew this was a mistake, knew she already had her hooks in him and was just waiting for the right moment to pounce.

“Let’s have dinner before you decide to kill me.” Her smile was luminous and terrifying, and he swallowed in spite of himself. She gestured to a plush-cushioned seat at one end of the long table, draping herself in the one opposite. “Well, witcher. Have you the courage to drink for a sorceress’ cup?”

Along with her clothing, she’d transformed into an even smoother, more self-assured woman now they were in her bower, a spider biding time at the edge of her web. A goblet appeared before him when he eased into the chair, as if dropped out of thin air. The wine within was blood-red, and Cassian felt himself overcome with a thirst that he tried to resist.

“Depends.”

“On what?” She quirked her head to the side, amused.

“Whether I can be of some use to you.”

Her eyes flashed, and he thought saw something like his own hunger mirrored there, but it might’ve been a trick of the light.

“Oh I’m sure you can be very useful, Lord of Bloodshed.”

He balked when she used his nickname, the one he’d earned on the battlefield in the last Temerian rebellion. Her smile widened. 

“Let’s negotiate. You believe I’m involved in the girl’s disappearance. The villagers have asked you to come kill me, and offered you a certain amount of coin to do so.”

“That’s right.”

Cassian eased his swords off his back and set them against the table beside them. That she’d let him keep them would’ve been comforting to a novice, but he knew enough now to tell she wasn’t foolish. Just secure enough in her own power not to worry.

“So it would stand to reason that if I offer you the same amount of coin, you’d happily be on your way.”

It might not be an empty promise - along with the fine dishware on the table, all manner of gemstones and arcane artifacts cluttered the high shelves between the archways, any one of which would’ve doubled his commission.

“That would be true if I didn’t have a reputation to uphold. A witcher doesn’t skip out on a job without good reason.”

“Am I not a good enough reason?” she asked, fluttering her lashes. 

His eyes were immediately drawn to the supple curves of her breasts visible above the table. With great effort Cassian managed to keep his expression stony and shake his head. 

She huffed. 

“You’re a harder nut to crack than the rest. I don’t imagine threatening you out of it would work either. Oh, don’t get twisted about yourself,” she added when his hand moved automatically toward the hilt of his silver blade. “All that would happen is you’d break a lot of my things and then I’d have a great bloody mess to clean up. Truthfully I can’t be bothered.”

“You’re wasting my time, sweetheart,” he growled, patience waning. “Where are the girls?”

“Don’t be beastly,” she scoffed, disgusted, and Cassian bristled at her offense, at the accusation in her eyes. Here she was trying to lure him into a trap, bribe him from his duty, yet acted like she saw nothing but a brute across from her, just like the townspeople.

“Snatching children from their homes, I could argue you’re the beast. No better than a bog hag, bathing in blood to stay young.”

It was a low blow but he didn’t care, wanted to see her face twist with fury, relished the silver fire that sparked at her pale fingertips.

“Of the two of us at this table, who was crafted to kill?” she snarled, jumping to her feet to lean toward him, an accusing finger pointed at his heart. Rage pounded harder through his skull, and Cassian found himself on his feet too, fuming at her across the banquet table.

“Tell the truth for once in your crooked life, sweetheart. All this is an illusion. At the end of the day, you’re just like me. Blood and guts, bones and coin. Only you like to pretend the dirt doesn’t cling to your skirts.”

“The girls are never going home.” Her skirts whipped up in a sudden wind, a whirl of violet, lighting crackling overhead. “Tell the families they’re dead, bring back my head if you must. It will not change the facts.”

“Then you’re every inch the fucking monster you pretend not to be.”

He braced himself for her wrath, the wave of magic coming to steal his breath. But to his surprise she stilled, watched him for a moment, that same evaluating stare from the clearing. Something sad passed across her face, and Cassian felt like he could see through a chink in her armor, just a peek at the scared girl she’d likely once been.

“You think I look at you and see a brute. But I know you and I both have curses to bear. Doomed to live on the outskirts, worth just what we offer to others. I only wish for my freedom.”

An understanding passed between them, of two people stranded in an eternal no man’s land. For himself, Cassian had surrendered long ago to his fate straddling the fringes of society, helping people who smiled in his face and spat at his back. He’d tried living away from civilization altogether for a few decades but found it brutally lonely.

There were respites, of course, when he found favor with a noble or a woman who could tolerate him for more than a night, but he aged so much slower that eventually everything permanent proved it was not.

They both sat back down in unison, a truce. Cassian took a sip of wine, and her stormy blue eyes tracked the movement, a blush creeping across her chest.

“You could have both,” he observed, and she wrinkled that perfect nose again. “A sorceress like you could easily find home in a court. Why hide out in this shithole?”

“A boring, sad question with a boring, sad answer. You and I have more interesting things to discuss, I think.”

The hunger rose in her eyes once more, and he saw them rove over his body, pink tongue coming out to wet her lips. He chuckled. So this was the trap at the web’s center.

“You must be wanting for bed partners if you’ll have me, sweetheart.” An understatement given he’d been sleeping outside for a week, but his hostess stood after downing her own glass, waving a bored hand.

“Nothing a little water can’t fix.” 

She crossed to one of the archways and opened the door to a lush bathing chamber, the sunken pool steaming with fragrant water, lilac and sage. Cassian rose and followed, but he caught her arm on the threshold, heard her breath hitch when he pulled her body flush to his.

“I don’t make a habit of bedding women whose names I don’t know.”

“It’s Nesta,” she said, smiling, and the wind echoed her: Nesta Nesta Nesta.

He let her have her way with him the first time, knowing from experience she wouldn’t be satisfied until he was on his knees before her, where he belonged. She combed his hair while he recovered, and atop her silk sheets had her way with him again, only allowing him to explore her once she was wrung out and purring. Squeezed those lovely legs around his head and ceded the high ground at last, crying out beneath him as he took her as he’d wanted to from the beginning, hard and fast and desperate. Whimpered so sweetly when he kissed a line down her back and claimed her from behind, though they both knew who was in charge. He thought he might die from it, from her pressing back into him just as eagerly, the roundness of her hip in one of his hands, her pleasure in the other.

He brushed the hair from her forehead where she lay against his chest after, skin glistening under the soft blanket of the moon. Her bedchamber was cluttered with books, piles of them on the dresser, the small desk. A portrait of her and two other young women hung over the hearth, all with the same gold-brown hair.

Nesta flinched when he bent to kiss her soft cheek, just the smallest amount, that mortal eyes would likely miss. There was something heartbroken about her he couldn’t quite place, a loneliness even their coupling hadn’t remedied. Like she still expected to have to kill him.

Then light shifted in one of the archways, the air rippling, and he knew.

“They’re here.”

She hummed in annoyance and kept her eyes closed. “Don’t speak yet. You’re ruining this for me.”

“Tell me where they are.”

She pulled back and regarded him for a long moment, evaluating, and he tried to be whatever it was she was looking for, if only so she would keep looking.

Nesta nodded, having found it, and strode toward one of the archways wrapped in the blanket, drew back a curtain of air with a graceful sweep of her arm. A portal.

Inside lay a stone chamber filled with moonlight, a round table in the center carved with runes and littered with herbs and gemstones. Beyond a door on the far wall he could see rows of bunks built into the stone, the forms of children sleeping, their gentle snores carried to him on a lilac-scented wind.

“Are they here of their own will?”

“Somewhat.”

“So, no.”

“They are my pupils.”

“Some would call them hostages.”

She clenched her fists, incensed, and he saw the waves of power gather about her, Chaos begging for her touch. “What shall I do, leave them to be used as pawns by their families? Sold to wretched old men or wasting away in that cesspool? I’m giving them a way out.”

“And condemning them to walk alone in the process.”

“They deserve to decide their own fate.”

“And be like you? Hiding in the woods?”

“Do you pity me, witcher?” She was so close he could see the veins of magic in her eyes, as if her very blood was luminescent. “I may not have the splendor nor the influence of a court mage, but I am shackled to nothing but my own desires. Do you not seek the same?”

I seek nothing but a warm bed and a hot meal, he thought. But when he tried to say it, Cassian bit his tongue so hard he drew blood, and her eyes blazed brighter. He tried again and bit down even harder, the spell preventing the lie from passing his teeth.

“Do you not?” she repeated, and he heard the broken edge there, the plea. “When you sleep on the ground, do you not do so with a glad heart because it is ground you have chosen?”

“We’re all shackled to our fate, sweetheart. Trying to defy it only makes it come faster.”

Before Nesta could respond, there was a small cry from the bunk room and she rushed to attend to it, exposing her back to him without a second thought. Guilt leapt in his stomach, and Cassian couldn’t tear his eyes away as she comforted the girl, pulled the quilts back up over her and stroked her hair.

Feeling intrusive, he moved to don his trousers, and was just reaching for his shirt when she reappeared. “Where are you going?”

“Don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“You weren’t wrong. About the solitude. Though it does help to have visitors, to pass the time.”

She trailed over to kiss him again and her mouth was sweet as Toussaint wine. They tumbled back to bed once more, slower this time, and he pretended not to see the shine of her tears in the starlight.

“One of your pupils sent something to her family. An everlasting flower. Gave them hope she’s still alive,” he panted when they were spent, having somehow ended up on the rug before the fire.

“Foolish girl. Her father was preparing to sell her to a traveling merchant. Thirteen years old.”

“One of them will go back one day. Bonds of family are strong. ”

“Not for us though, right?”

Cassian swallowed, knew it wasn’t worth bothering to refute her. His own family was likely long dead by now, and he didn’t even know where they were buried.

“You put yourself at risk doing this,” he warned, not wanting to touch that tender spot any longer. “You’ll have to stop or move on soon.”

“I don’t recall asking for advice.”

“Not advice. Concern.”

“I can take care of myself, witcher.” Nesta looked down from where she sat astride him now, smirking. “Haven’t you learned that by now?”

Cassian woke hours later at the edge of the waterfall’s pool, a spray of shimmering lilacs tucked in his pocket, sunrise just a few breaths off. Felt the ringing in his head as he plodded back through the woods, the fuzz of wine, the ghost of her fingers in his hair.

He didn’t bother thinking of a tall tale to appease the townsfolk, didn’t even consider stopping at the inn to finagle his commission. On the way out of town he passed Abby’s father sprawled stone drunk by his front gate. Clutched in his hand was the enchanted celadine, still glinting weakly.

Cassian made the sign for Igni and set the flower alight before kicking the man awake.

“Your daughter’s dead.”

He turned his back on the howls of despair, tucking his cloak tighter about him as he headed down the road toward Oxenfurt.

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i have zero idea if u write for josh but if u do i would be like VERY happy <3

in the trenches rn (pun intended) so i need me sum angst WITH COMFORT

nd if u dunno what to do then u can base it off tear in my heart, the craving or formidable

- lisey 🐈

nails in skin

PLSSSSS hon you know i deliver 🙏🏻🙏🏻

pairing: josh dun x gn!bandmate!reader

summary: you've been stressed lately; deadlines not being met in the band and family issues have been eating away at you, and it's not until blood is drawn you realize you need to calm down.

warnings: RPF!! don’t like, don’t read, angstttt (as promised!!), cursing, hurt/comfort, mentions of death and sickness (no actual death tho!!!), injury

word count: 1,847, should take about 14 minutes to read

listen to: tired by beabadoobee

WHEN YOU WERE younger, you always thought the concept of a mid-life crisis was stupid. you thought you'd have your life under control. but, right now, that clearly wasn't the case.

ever since covid came, things had been harder. that's clearly not a shocker. for starters, there was the obvious flaw of not being able to go out and do things. being cooped up in the house was nice for a day or two, but eventually, being stuck inside made it harder to work on stuff.

before this had even started, you, your fiancée, josh, and your best friend, tyler, had begun work on a new album. but, now that you couldn't meet in your studio, things had been harder. a lot harder.

and finally, to top it all off, your grandma was in the hospital. it wasn't for having the virus, thank god, but rather a hip injury. however, you were scared to death she'd somehow contract it and she'd get worse than she already was.

all of this together, and what do you get? you'd figured a mid-life crisis.

all through this, josh was just trying to help. when this all first started, at the start of the pandemic, he was relatively good at fighting the fire that was you and calming things down. for example, there was a time just when covid started.

you were lying in bed, scrolling through your phone alongside josh. you were resting your head on his shoulder, completely content. his hand was rubbing your back as you sleepily scrolled through your instagram feed. until you got an email.

your eyebrows furrowed as you saw it came from mark. you clicked on it and the words you read stunned you.

"hey,

we can't work in the studio tomorrow or the rest of the week. covid protocols. sorry."

it was so short, yet so concerning. well, what were you gonna do? you turned and looked up at josh. "you get this email?" he shook his head as you showed him. "we can't just not record."

"it'll pass. it's okay," he tried to reassure you. "we'll probably get cleared to work there by the end of the week." you looked up at him meekly.

"you sure?"

"almost certain." he smiled and kissed the top of your head. "you always get so worried."

turns out, you were getting worried for good reason. at the end of the week, you contacted mark, asking if you were able to record in the studio. he said no and to wait another week.

that week turned into two, which turned into three, then finally a month before anything happened. a month of sitting around stressed you out like nothing.

constantly, you were caught bouncing your leg or pacing around the house for no particular reason. but, every time josh caught you doing that, he would calm you down. put a hand over your shaking leg, offer you guys to go on a walk. it was all you could really do with your current situation, but it worked.

but, when you got news of your grandma being admitted to the hospital, all hell broke loose in your mind. you had fond memories of her as a kid: baking pumpkin pie together during thanksgiving, coloring together, swinging in the tire swing in her backyard that was up just for you and your siblings. you refused to believe it might be possible that woman would be gone.

the second your mother told you, you immediately drove out to the hospital. josh was out getting groceries, but your mind was in such a frantic state, you didn't even think to call.

the drive there was a blur for you. eventually, you arrived at the hospital. after a check-in with your parents to confirm nothing bad was happening yet, you calmed down a bit. but, you still worried, as you weren't allowed to be in the room for too long.

you were the for a few hours before you decided to leave. as you checked your phone, there were at least four missed calls from josh. shit.

when you got home, you thought you'd calmed yourself down. but, when josh confronted you asking what happened, it was clear you didn't.

you walked into the door, the sound of your keys jingling as you pulled them out of the lock. you threw your purse onto a table in the mudroom and leaned against the wall for a second. "baby?" you heard a voice call out from further inside the house, followed by the sound of footsteps and paws coming towards you.

you looked up and saw your fiancee and your dog, jim, heading towards you. jim's face was so happy to see you as he ran through the hall that you almost forgot of your burdens for a second.

you crouched down to pet jim. "hi, sweet boy," you cooed as you petted him. he started to jump on you before josh stopped him. "jim, down!" he whined, but followed the order. he was a relatively well-trained dog, but he just was happy to see you.

you sighed as you started to stand back up. "where were you? are you okay?" josh rapid fired as you stood your ground.

and suddenly, the dam broke. “ya, i…i’m fine. it’s just-” you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. the words physically couldn’t escape your throat. tears started to well and your eyes.

“hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay.” josh immediately ran to your side, engulfing you in a tight hug. you shakily inhaled and hugged him back. “you don’t gotta tell me if you don’t wanna.” his arms are warm as you stayed in that position for at least a couple minutes.

suddenly, jim started to jump at you both. you laughed as you both pulled away to look at him. “damn dog.”

you thought you’d get over it. in theory, it was easy, as your mom was constantly in the hospital, sending updates. and honestly, your grandma was doing just fine.

still though, there was something eating away at you; the thought she was in a prime spot to contract the virus.

you just didn’t want her gone.

also, deadlines for the band weren’t being met. again, it was reasonable; you guys couldn’t meet up in person, so almost all of this had to be on call. that was a major shift for the three of you, compared to meeting in studios, so it was no wonder not much work was getting done.

but, it was stressing you out like nothing. you had no schedule, no plan, no work, nothing to ground you.

about a month after your grandma was admitted was when it started to get bad.

you started losing yourself in a way. you found yourself checking your phone every few seconds for something to reassure or stimulate you, tugging at your hair, laying on the floor and just staring at the ceiling.

but, most importantly, you were ignoring your fiancée, josh.

he tried to reach out immediately when this started, being the kind person he is. but, you denied him, saying you were fine and it would pass.

clearly, it didn’t. as it got worse, he kept on trying to get you to calm down, but still, you shut him down.

you didn’t accept his help until that day.

you woke up in a bad mood that day. scratch that, horrible. you woke up with a pit in your stomach leading to god knows where and it felt like the size of jupiter.

immediately, when you went to get your morning coffee, you could feel it growing worse. josh was doing laundry in the basement, so he couldn't see how you were doing. jim, however, was upstairs, and when he heard you walk down, he scurried to you. even having his warm fur brush against you, you felt worried. his touch made you feel almost overstimulated.

before josh came up, you decided to go to the store then make breakfast to try and distract yourself.

the drive there and grabbing everything made you even more worn out. the bright lights of the store bugged your eyes, and for whatever reason, your ears couldn't stop ringing.

but, you pushed through until you got home, trying to ignore the feeling in you that you should rest. josh, at this point, was in the living room. when he saw you come home, he almost immediately knew something was wrong. but, you shrugged him off.

as you laid out the ingredients on the counter, josh snaked up behind you. "i can make you breakfast," he insisted.

"it's fine," you replied. sharp. insistent.

"are you sure? you seem...jittery."

"i'm sure." your tone was firm. you pulled out a cutting board to start chopping fruit. as you started to cut, josh couldn't help but notice the slight wobble in your hands.

"darling, seriously, i don't really trust you with a knife right now." you ignored him, continuing to cut. "you need to tell me if something's going on." no response. only the sound of the knife against the cutting board.

"i'll be fine," you snapped, setting the knife down. you stayed looking away from josh.

"i know you. you're not fine. you need to tell me what's happening." you started to walk to the cabinet, grabbing a bowl.

"nothing's happen-" you started to yell, when all of a sudden, you lost grip on the bowl, causing it to fall on the counter. you froze. "shit." you mumbled over and over again. "shit, shit, shit..." without you thinking, you tried to grab a shard when it cut your hand. you winced and pulled your hand away.

"woah, baby, hey, it's okay." josh quickly held you from behind. "let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" he rambled. "come on, let's go, let's go, it's okay, you're fine."

you didn't know why, but suddenly, you felt stiff. like a bomb about to set off. josh set you up on the counter of the sink in the guest bathroom as he grabbed a first aid kit. he was gentle as he cleaned your cut, knowing it would hurt. and it did. the sting honestly brought you back.

as he bandaged your cut, you felt tears coming out. "fuck, i'm so sorry." you wiped your eyes.

"it's okay."

"no, it's not. i acted like a bitch all of today and now i'm here hurt and you're patching me up. that shouldn't be how it is." as he stuck the final bit of the bandage down, he looked up at you.

"hey. look at me." you looked in his eyes. "it's okay. i'm not mad at you. you had a reason for feeling that way. i'm not dismissing that. all i ask is next time, you just tell me, okay? cause i don't want you getting hurt cause you didn't tell me about something."

you sniffled and nodded. "thank you." he smiled and grabbed your chin, pulling your face in to kiss you.

"of course. come on, i'll make you breakfast."

[bg-brainrot]

Of Bets, Bluffs, and Briefs

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Summary: It's another night at the Elfsong for your group of intrepid adventures. After a hard day of fighting evil, you find a way to sit down, unwind, and undress through a game of strip poker.

Tags: POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Strip Poker, Nudity, Alcohol, Innuendos, act 3 unascended Astarion

Word count: ~3.2k

Partly inspired by this amazing piece of fanart from @krembruleed, ty to @thedomesticanthropologist for putting it on my feed!

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It's hard work being a hero. Though you suppose one could hardly tell by the current state of your group.

What you had originally thought would be a harmless game of cards– a way to destress with your companions after yet another life-threatening situation– had turned into quite a different type of danger. Right now, you are perilously close to losing your last two items of clothing in a high stakes, winner take all, game of strip poker.

It had begun innocently enough.

"Soldier, what do you think?" Karlach had asked you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You were all sitting together playing a game of cards, drinks in hand, crowded around a circular table in your room at the Elfsong. 

You'd lifted your eyes from your hand to look at her, directly on your right, and asked, "About what?"

"About raising the stakes a bit," she'd responded with a little eyebrow wiggle.

In your defense, your hand was fantastic. Your mind was mired in all of the possibilities it could afford you. That being said, maybe you should have gotten clarification before agreeing. "That sounds like a great idea, Karlach."

So now here you are, wearing only a pair of underpants and socks, regretting the fact that a single good hand led you to this sorry state of undress. You’re no stranger to being naked, but something about being half-naked, elbow to elbow with your friends, with nothing but a few flimsy cards between you? Well, you are starting to feel a touch exposed.

The rest of your team doesn't seem to be faring much better: Wyll is down to his white briefs; Karlach has a pair of bracers and her underpants left; Lae'zel is down to just a headband she'd nearly forgotten about; Shadowheart has both a bra and underwear left; Gale is wearing his purple underpants and an amulet; Halsin is already out of the game, completely nude, sitting at the table and simply appreciating the freedom of it all. You rather suspect he wasn’t trying as hard as the rest of you to keep clothed.

There is, however, one among your crew who is nearly no worse for wear, save a pair of missing boots and a missing cape. Astarion, with all of the pride of someone who has had four winning hands in a row, smiles wickedly at the group over his latest hand of cards.

“Come on, Astarion,” Karlach whines, leaning forward on the table. “You cannot possibly have another flush or I am calling bullshit.”

“My dearest Karlach,” he starts, voice coated in only the sweetest of honey. “You wound me. I am simply playing with the hands that I’ve been dealt, same as the rest of you.”

“And your hands just happen to include a full house or two?” Shadowheart questions, raising an annoyed eyebrow at him as she crosses her bare legs.

Astarion’s fanged grin grows. “Maybe I’m just lucky?”

You have begun to strongly suspect foul play as well, given the vampire’s downright unbelievable ‘luck’ so far. “Astarion, if you are cheating, I will be incredibly cross with you,” you say as a way of warning. He doesn’t need to strip in front of the group if he doesn’t want to, of course, and he could just as easily have avoided the game altogether. No, he seems to have another motive behind his near-perfect playing.

“My darling!” he exclaims, placing a single pale hand on his chest. “The rest of these jealous dimwits I expect, but you?” He makes an exaggerated show of wiping away a fake tear with one of Gale’s many forfeited articles of clothing.

“Excuse you!” Gale cuts in. “You may have won the hand, but I expect my robe to be in perfect condition once you return it to me.”

“I thought we were playing for keeps?” you ask, turning to Karlach. Or was this not as high stakes as you’d expected?

“Of course we are!” the tiefling answers with gusto. “Otherwise where’s the fun! The fear! The excitement!” She punctuates each statement by pounding on the table, nearly jostling everyone’s flagons onto the floor. 

The point was made though and you simply hear a resigned sigh from the wizard. “I cannot lose my last pair of enchanted underwear,” he grumbles.

“Then maybe you ought to try winning,” Astarion retorts, the gleeful look never leaving his face.

You take a sip from your drink, surveying the situation. You’re playing 5-card draw, a simple version of poker, rife with opportunity for Astarion to cheat. But why cheat? It’s a game for fun, despite the silly fear it’s clearly instilled in you all. And it’s not as if he’s wearing his best gear or outfit.

You take a look at your hand, another dud– no opportunities for a straight, no pairs for a full house. Your best bet is to draw and hope for a pair, but you suspect that won’t nearly be enough to beat whatever Astarion is crooning over. With only a pair of socks and underpants to your name, you know when you’ve lost. So you know it’s time to do what you do best. “Well then,” you say, placing your cards face down on the table and leaning back. “What happens if I fold?”

“Fold?” Lae’zel asks with a glare. “Would you truly abandon your efforts this deep into the battle?”

Little does she know that you plan on losing the battle to win the war. “Yes,” you respond easily. “What does that do?”

Karlach’s face scrunches up as she considers the possibilities. No one has tried to back out yet, but surely, you need some kind of punishment for trying to avoid the ‘strip’ part of strip poker.

“How about you buy the next round?” Wyll offers, ever the gentleman. His eyes are carefully trained on yours, and you’re not sure if the blush that colors his cheeks is from the drinks he’s had or the proximity of your bare chest.

“Hells no!” Karlach answers immediately. “That’s getting off too easy– we need actual consequences here.”

Astarion, to your immense suspicion, has yet to say anything. When you look over to him, he’s inspecting you with narrowed eyes, hands folded over his facedown cards. The corner of his lip lifts as you make eye contact with him, and he asks, “What’s the matter, love? Running away from me, are you?”

It’s as you thought. He doesn’t want to strip everyone down– he wants to strip you down. “Why would you think that?” you counter, crossing your arms in challenge. “Are you so certain you’ll win again?”

“I’ve got it!” Karlach exclaims. “You need to be the one to strip someone else down. And you’ve got to go real slow.”

You’d already been staring at Astarion’s face when Karlach made the declaration, so you immediately clock the slight bit of annoyance that furrows his brow. Everyone save Lae’zel and him was down to their underwear, so it was easy enough to imagine how that particular exercise would go.

Karlach, you’re a genius, you think. Aloud, you simply say, “Sounds fair to me.”

“Ridiculous,” Astarion mutters. You strongly suspect he would rather you reserve any undressing for him, but you’ve already folded and he’s likely already cheated his hand.

Everyone completes their draws, hands are placed face up on the table, and Astarion’s ludicrous bout of good luck is staring at you all once more– this time in the form of a straight flush.

Lae’zel slams her hands on the table. “You swindler,” she growls, pointing at Astarion with an accusatory finger.

The vampire raises his hands in defense, leaning away from the table. “I am nothing of the sort!” He does shoot you a wary look before clearing his throat. “And what of our lovely leader?”

It’s time for your punishment. “Do I get to pick, Karlach?” you ask, looking between your companions in turn.

“Of course not!” she says, clapping you on the back. “Let’s draw cards for the privilege of your nimble fingers, shall we?”

Everyone agrees easily enough, and it’s not long before they’re all pulling from the stack, the highest card to be the ‘victor.’ Lae’zel draws a queen, Karlach an eight, Gale a four, Wyll a jack, and Shadowheart an ace.

You turn to the cleric, who seems entirely unaffected by the whole ordeal. “Would you prefer the top or bottom?” she asks you, with a slight purse to her lips.

Despite his earlier misgivings, Astarion’s quick with a sultry sounding retort, “Oh I think we both know which you prefer, darling?” Karlach can’t help the snort that escapes her any more than Gale can hide the startled cough.

You ignore him and the rest of your companions, getting up and walking to where Shadowheart is seated. “Let’s just do the top,” you say, moving her hair out of the way.

“Very well,” she responds, sitting up a bit straighter for you. “But be quick about it.”

“Oh no you don’t,” Karlach immediately interrupts. “Be as slow as possible, soldier. Or you’ll have to do it again!”

“Don’t worry, love! You know exactly how slow to go,” Astarion quips, looking at you through his lashes.

You ignore his quip. To appease Karlach, you make a show of it: delicately removing each strap, undoing the back latch. All the while, you hold eye contact with your vampiric lover, as if taunting him, saying ‘this is what you get for cheating.’ He watches, lips making a hard, annoyed line. Shadowheart’s top removed, you return to your seat.

Once everyone else has relinquished their articles of clothing, the game is down to you, Karlach, Shadowheart, Gale, and, of course, Astarion.

Halsin places an arm around an embarrassed Wyll’s shoulder. “Don’t you worry, my friend. Now you are free of any constraints, allowed to observe and appreciate the game as one would the natural world.”

“Sounds lovely, Halsin,” he answers, ducking his head a bit. “I think.”

Lae’zel, for her part, seems perfectly fine to have lost the headband, not any more naked than she was before. “Tchk, hurry and finish the game. Why is everyone in Faerun so interested in the nude form?” It’s a fair question, but none of you answer it as another set of hands is dealt. 

You observe Astarion the entire time, noting every subtle movement of his hands, watching as you try to pin down an extra card or a slip of his sleeve. But he’s ready for this, looking at you as he inspects each new card. “So, darling,” he drawls. “Are you planning on folding again?”

“That depends,” you reply, looking at your cards quickly. Nothing too impressive, but better than the last hand. “Are you planning on cheating again?”

“Gods above,” he mutters, fanning himself with his cards. “My poor, undead heart can’t take much more of these accusations.” Your eyes catch a slight jerk of his hand, and you know what you must do. 

“I’d like to fold again,” you say, looking back to the tiefling woman on your right.

“Alright, soldier,” she agrees with a snicker. The glimmer in her eyes is enough to show that she knows you’re up to something. 

“May I fold too?” Gale grumbles, now truly down to his last magical pair of underpants.

Karlach thinks about it for a moment, realizing the flaw in her plan. “No,” she finally states. “Only one person per round.”

Everyone finishes drawing and plays their hands. Unlike last time, everyone turns to Gale, who has won with a pair of tens. “I won?” he asks, turning toward Astarion, whose expression is quite blank. His hand had been miserable, as if he’d drawn for worse cards– which you suspect he might have.

“Let’s see who I shall strip then,” you say, laying out the stack for the remaining three. You already know who will emerge victorious, sure that there’s an ace up his sleeve at this very moment. Shadowheart draws a seven, Karlach a ten, and, low and behold, Astarion draws an ace.

“Aren’t I the luckiest vampire in Baldur’s Gate?” he says, smiling up at you as you walk around the table to him. “What will you be taking?”

You tilt your head at him, debating the possibilities. But you start simple, slowly, carefully removing the blouse from his head. The entire time, you smile with satisfaction. Because you know you’ve won.

Shadowheart and Karlach now sit there, naked as the day they entered this realm of existence. The tiefling gives you another clap on the back with a laugh, as she whispers loudly at you, “Avenge me, soldier!”

And avenge you will. 

You fold another four times. Each time, Astarion somehow, miraculously, loses. And each time he sighs deeply, dramatically as you approach him to peel off yet another piece of clothing. 

The second time, he whispers, “You cheeky thing, how could you?

On the third time, he whispers, “Don’t you want me to win?”

On the fourth time, he whispers, “Fine, but don’t think you’ll get out of this.”

That’s how he loses his greaves, his pants, his socks, and a necklace, leaving him in only his bright blue briefs.

When you go to fold for a fifth time, ready to remove Astarion from the game once and for all, the man sighs before even viewing his cards and says, “I fold.”

You look at Karlach, as if she might be able to save you, but she only shrugs at you. Her eyes seem to say, ‘It’s in the rules now!’ 

And you suppose it is. So you and Gale each discard, draw, and play your hands. Your three of a kind beats his pair, and Astarion reluctantly strips the wizard of his last, purple pair of enchanted briefs.

I’ll return it to him after the game, you think, as Astarion deposits the pair in front of you with a smirk.

“I’m a few articles of clothing poorer, but I do believe I did rather well, didn’t I?” Gale says, sitting back down, wincing slightly as his bare cheeks make contact with the wooden chair. 

“As well as you can when that one cheats,” Shadowheart says, gesturing toward Astarion with her glass of wine.

“I am innocent until proven guilty,” Astarion replies, sitting back down in his seat, ready for the final showdown.

Now it’s just you and Astarion facing off. You, with a pair of underwear and socks. Him, reduced to his underpants.

“Oh, darling,” he says, leaning back enough that his entire bare torso is on full display. “Do you really think you’ll be able to defeat me in a game like this?”

“I think I like my odds,” you say, leaning back in much the same way. “Karlach, would you do us the honor of dealing?”

“My pleasure,” she responds, cards shooting out of her hands at an alarming speed.

Everyone watches on bated breath as you both draw your hands, look over them silently. You really do like your odds now. Cheating will prove hard for Astarion to do without sleeves to hide cards, and everyone is watching him carefully, waiting to catch the pilferer in the act.

Good, you think, slipping a few cards out from under the table. Two can play at this game, and only one of us waited until the right moment to cheat.

You deposit your extra cards subtly back on the discard pile when no one is looking, and fan your remaining hand out– what stares back at you is an impeccable, unbelievable royal flush. You know you’re going to win, there’s no doubt about it, so you allow yourself a little taunt. “Now that you’re about to lose, my love… whatever compelled you to cheat? What do you gain out of this?”

Astarion looks back at you, eyes straining around the edges as he debates what to discard. “Not that I cheated,” he starts, with a smile that comes out more of a grimace. “But I thought it might be nice to rightfully win one of your undergarments. And perhaps to keep it out of the hands of these lecherous fools.” He gives everyone else at the table a glare in turn before discarding and drawing back up.

Oh, you think. That’s sweet, in a weird, slightly concerning way. Much like the man who now turns back to you, a wide, unabashed smile on his pale face. “I see,” is all that you say in response. You look down at the royal flush in your hand. You can’t lose with this, and you can’t very well try to cheat again when you’re both done drawing.

You turn to Karlach. “Can I still fold?”

“What!?” she cries, looking at you like you’re insane. “Why would you do that, soldier? You’ve nearly got ‘im!”

“Darling,” the man calls from across the table. You look into his fierce, red eyes, narrowed with determination. “Don’t you dare lose to me on purpose. Especially when I know that you’ve beaten me at my own game.”

The smirk he gives you is all the encouragement you need. “Fine,” you say, laying out your preposterous, beautiful hand. Everyone at the table gasps, save Astarion. He only looks at you warmly before laying out his sad, single pair of nines.

“Well played,” he says, standing up. A second later, his blue underwear is off, like a flag of surrender. In all of his naked glory, he walks around the table, places his briefs in front of you, and smiles. “I’ll get you next time, my sweet.”

You look up at him, aware that all of your companions are watching the exchange with rapt attention, but also finding that you can’t bring yourself to care. “You can have me now, if you’d like.”

“Lady of the Moon save me… please control yourselves,” Shadowheart says, downing the rest of her wine glass. She stands up, ignoring the dizzying display of love next to her. “That’s enough of that game, wouldn’t you all say?”

“Yes, why don’t we find something a bit… warmer to play?” Wyll suggests, standing up after Shadowheart. Halsin, Lae’zel and Gale follow, leaving you, Karlach, and Astarion behind. 

The tiefling usually knows when to leave the two of you to your own devices, but can’t resist one last comment. “Thanks for avenging me, soldier,” she says, wrapping you in a warm, bare bear hug. At Astarion’s low, annoyed groan, she releases you, laughing. “Join us again once you’re done doing whatever weird flirting you get up to!”

She leaves the two you be, and you turn toward Astarion. “So,” you say, scratching the back of your head ruefully. “Was that too much?”

He shakes his head at you, white curls bouncing lightly. “No, I’d rather say I deserved it a bit– But only a bit.”

You laugh at the admission and hold out a hand for Astarion to bring out of your chair. He takes it, pulling you up and into his arms. Your bare chests press together a moment, and the chill of his skin on yours leaves goosebumps all along your arms. “Thank you,” you murmur, realizing that your faces are too close, skin too exposed.

Astarion doesn’t seem to mind, leaning a bit further into you. “You’re quite welcome, my dear.” He drops his voice to a whisper, meant only for your ears. “What do you say we finish our ‘weird flirting’ before we rejoin the group?”

“Only if you promise to keep the sleight of hand to a minimum in our next game,” you whisper, looking between his red eyes.

He sighs, his cool breath tickling your face. “Very well.”

“And next time, just ask me for the underpants,” you grumble, before finally pressing your lips into his.

[vintagepresley]

The Sweet Taste of Relief.. Part Two

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word Count: 2,680

Warnings: 18+SMUT Pregnancy kink, breastfeeding kink, dirty talking, oral (f receiving), hand job, nipple play, reader tasting her own milk, mommy and daddy kink, tiny bit of fluff.

Author's Notes: Hi Besties! Here's part two! Uh.. This kinda got away from me and got a little wild and creative. I am so sorry for this, LMFAO. I don't know Elvis having a breastfeeding kink does wild things to me. I'm not responsible for any breastfeeding kinks you develop from this. 👀 Possible spelling errors!

Part One

There was a new member of the family living at Graceland and it was your new bundle of joy, a baby girl. You and Elvis were completely over the moon and in love with your little girl. Elvis was already being the best daddy and husband by taking care of you and the baby as you healed up. It was the sweetest thing to watch him want to help whenever he could, especially with how exhausted you had been. After giving birth your body was still going through some changes and you had planned to breastfeed the baby and in doing so you had begun to notice you were lactating more that in between feeding the baby your breasts would get so full and sore with milk that sometimes the only way to relief some of the pressure was to pump extra bottles of milk for the baby. But even doing that you had run out of bottles and there was only so much the baby could eat and you were becoming annoyed with constantly leaking through your shirts and feeling so uncomfortable. You knew that there was another option that would help with your issues and that was Elvis, who on a few occasions before the baby was born had nursed from you and he loved it. Since the baby had been born he hadn’t done it in some time and you knew the reason for that was he didn’t want to drink what belonged to the baby. But at the rate you were pumping the baby had enough milk to last for the rest of the night and tomorrow morning. So, you didn’t think it would hurt for him to help relieve you just so you could be comfortable for a few hours before they filled back up again. 

Once you had got the baby down to sleep you headed back into you and Elvis’ bedroom where he was sitting up in bed reading one of his books. You smiled at the sight and climbed into bed beside him and gave his cheek a few little kisses. He set his book down and smiled at you, slipping an arm around your waist and kissing your lips softly. “Did the baby finally go down to sleep?” he asked. You nodded snuggling up against him as your fingers lightly caressed parts of his exposed chest and running your fingers through his chest hair.  

“She did. She drank so much milk she got sleepy.” you giggled softly, staring up at him as he laughed.

“Lucky kid. Hopefully she’ll sleep through the night.” he smiled. 

“Mhm..” you beamed. You captured your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared up at him. “Elvis?” you asked softly. 

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he answered. 

“My breasts are full and they hurt.. Did you want some milk, baby? ” you said softly as you continued to stroke your fingertips against his chest and stared up at him with a smile. 

He raised an eyebrow and smirked a little at your question. “You know I’d love to. But what about the baby?” he asked. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of bottles for her. They’ve been so full today and she’s so tiny and can only eat so much. So, I was thinking maybe daddy would like some?” you giggled softly as you began to unbutton the front of your pajama top revealing your swollen breasts to him. He smirked at the beautiful sight of your big breasts and he licked over his lips slowly as stared at them and he set his book on the bedside table. 

“Well, in that case I’d love some, mommy.” he grinned. You giggled at his words as you slipped your top off the rest of the way and grabbed a pillow and rested it in your lap as you sat back against the bed and got comfortable, patting the pillow for him to lay on. He smiled and happily positioned himself so that he was laying in your lap on top of the pillow and he stared up at your breasts that were in his face now and he could see droplets of milk slowly beginning to drip from your right nipple and that got him turned on and excited. You ran your fingers through his dark hair while your other hand rubbed over his belly. 

“Drink as much as you want, baby boy.” you hummed. He loved when you would treat him like a baby when you nursed him. Something about being breastfed was erotic for him and turned him on and he was happy that you never judged him for it. Elvis reached a hand up to grab and squeeze your breasts in his hand and you let out a soft groan because of how sensitive they were and as he squeezed milk began to squirt out onto him. 

“Fuck..” he mumbled as he leaned up slightly and took your right nipple into his mouth and the moment he latched on another groan escaped you and he began to suckle at your breast slowly and you smiled down at him watching him drink and you continued to play with his hair just how he liked and rubbed his round belly slowly. He reached over to play with your left nipple, pinching and tugging at it between his fingers and he bit down on your bottom lip and a soft moan slipped out. Elvis had started to suckle even faster at your breasts and now he was groaning softly. You giggled to yourself and wiped some of the milk that leaked from the corner of his mouth. 

“I knew my baby was hungry.” you hummed as you caressed his cheek. He nodded slowly at your words as he devoured your milk all the while milk was seeping out of your left nipple slowly onto Elvis because he kept pinching your nipple until the milk began to squirt out which only excited him more. You began to blush because you could see how aroused he was now and you chewed on your bottom lip staring at the imprint of his cock in his pajamas and as you continued to rub his belly you slowly began to slide your hand own further and slipping it beneath his pajama bottoms and since he hardly wore underwear your hand grasped his hard and girthy cock and he groaned softly feeling your hand around him. “Since you’re taking care of mommy, I’ll take care of you.. Would you like that? Hm?” you cooed as you slowly started to pump his cock in your hand. Elvis whimpered softly around your breast and popped your nipple out of his mouth. 

“Y-Yes please, mommy..” he mewled before he shoved your nipple back into his mouth and he moaned as he continued to nurse from you and he felt your hand tighten around his cock and you could feel him pulsing in your hand as you stroked his cock hard and slow and pressing your thumb against the head of his cock and playing in his precum. 

“You’re so eager already to cum for me.. Such a good boy..” you hummed as you stroked his cock faster and his eyes rolled back and he popped nipple out of his mouth and dragged his tongue along your breast to lick up any spilt milk and then he moved onto the left breast and playfully biting at your nipple as he latched on and you let out a soft squeal from the pain. He loved the sweet taste of your milk that he felt drunk off of it whenever he got to taste it and it became so easy for him to drain you dry. As you made sure to continue to play with his hair, your other hand around his cock was pumping him so fast that he was moaning against your breast and you could feel his cock twitching in your hand. He was drinking so fast that he was making a mess of your milk so you had to wipe his face clean again. “I want to try some..” you said softly to him. He raised an eyebrow at your words and he nodded with a grin as he held your nipple firmly in his mouth and he sucked a good amount of milk out and then he popped your nipple out of his mouth and you smirked and lean down to kiss him deeply and he spit the milk into your mouth as you kissed and you swallowed some before swapping the milk back into his mouth as the two of you kissed deeply and moaned into each other’s mouths as you continued to jerk him off. 

The two of you made a mess of your milk that you both had some dripping from your chins before Elvis had finally swallowed what was left and you kissed sloppily and you licked the rest of the milk from his lips as you pulled back slowly. “Yummy..” you whispered before you slipped your nipple back into his mouth and he suckled happily as his moans grew louder and his breath heavier the faster you stroked his cock and you could tell that he was going to cum and you smirked to yourself. “Atta boy, give mommy what she wants.. All of that delicious cum.. Be a good boy now..” you cooed as you stroked his cock with such desperation so needy for his cum and just your words alone and with the way you were jerking him off was enough to get him to reach his climax and his hips bucked and his body convulsed against you and he let out a loud moan and his eyes rolled back and he shut them as he finally came and ropes of his warm cum came squirting out onto your hand. You giggled softly as you slipped your hand out of his pants and he stared up at you as he tried to catch his breath and watched as you licked every inch of his cum that covered your hand and you moan and whimpered softly as you did it just to turn him on more. 

“Goddamn..” he mumbled as he pressed his face in between your breasts and left a trail of kisses against them. You smirked at his words and then licked your lips slowly.

“You always taste so good..” you grinned. 

Little did you know you had suddenly given him an idea and he sat up now with a grin on his face and you raised an eyebrow at him. “What?” you asked. 

He leaned forward and kissed your lips softly. “Mm.. Daddy wants to make you cum now, darlin’.. But I still want milk.” he hummed. 

“Oh? And how do you plan to get both, hm?” you giggled. 

“I’ll just have to get creative, won’t I?” he smirked as he removed the pillow from your lap and got between your legs and you watched him closely as he began to slip your shorts and your panties off and he grabbed a hold of your legs and spread them apart and bent them at the knee and pushed them back so that your pussy was on full display for him. You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched how he stared and admired your pussy. His fingers gazing over the softness of your pubic hair and then teasing your clit and you whimpered softly. “Such a pretty little pussy..” he mumbled softly. 

You began to blush at his words. “Now how do you expect to get any milk from down there?” you giggled. 

He smirked and grabbed your hands and placed them over your breasts. “I want you to squeeze them and let the milk squirt down your body..” he muttered. You nodded at his words and cupped your breasts tightly in your grasp and you began to pinch and squeeze your sensitive nipples and watched as the milk began to squirt out all over you. “Good girl..” he hummed as he watched with delight before he buried his face between your thighs and the more you squeezed and squirted your milk onto your body the more it began to drink and leak down your body and toward your pussy which is exactly what he wanted. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and buried his face right into your pussy, licking and sucking up the milk that dripped onto your clit and he flicked the sensitive bud between his tongue before wrapping his lips firmly around it as you covered your pussy, his head and face with your milk as you pinched your nipples harder and moaning loudly as your head tilted back and he was sucking your clit and moaning softly against it and as he continued to suck his saliva and your milk began to mix and drip down your pussy and he quickly lapped it all up and continued sucking. 

“O-Oh god.. Elvis.. Baby..” you whimpered between your loud moans and you reached down with one hand to grab a hold of his hair while the other continued to pinch your nipple to keep squirting milk out for him and you pushed his face deep into your pussy. He glided his tongue down and slip it inside of your pussy thrusting it deep inside of you and your thighs slightly closed around his head and your toes curled against the bed as you arched your back and now you couldn’t even focus on squeezing your breasts anymore because of how good he was making you feel and your other hand clutched onto the bed sheet as you tugged at his hair with the other. Your body is hot and heavy and dripping with your breastmilk and your moans growing louder along with your kitten whimpers. “Fuck! Elvis.. You’re going to make me cum..” you squealed as he fucked you deep with his tongue and his nose pressed firmly against your clit and rubbing against it with each thrust he made with his tongue. Your thighs squeezing around his head tighter as your breathing became heavy and your hips lifted slightly off the bed and you could feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach and rising to the surface and your eyes rolled back and your hips thrusting against him as your body felt like it was going to explode the minute your orgasm hit and you screamed his name and held his face down practically suffocating him with your pussy as you came all over him and rode his face slowly until you finished. He was groaning with delight as he licked the mess you made up not wanting to waste a single drop of your cum as well as the milk that dripped off your beautiful pussy.

You let go of his head as your body nearly collapsed against the bed frame and you were breathing heavy and your thighs let him go and he lifted his head with a wide smirk and you stared at him and the mess on his face and you watched as he stuck his tongue out and licked all the milk up that dripped down your body. You watched as his tongue made its way up from your waist over your stomach and back up to your breast and then he made his way to your lips and the two of you kissed deeply and passionately and you held him against you so that your bodies pressed up against one another and you cupped his face in your hands and made him look at you and you stared into his blue eyes, smiling. “You’re such a dirty boy...” you whispered with a smirk. He grinned and stole another kiss from your lips. 

“I can’t help it. Mommy’s milk drives me crazy...” he mumbled.

He laid between your legs and rested his head on your breasts and nuzzled into them and you smiled down at him and started to play with his hair once again as he got comfortable. 

“My sweet baby boy.” you whispered softly.

Tagging whoever commented on part one: @genetakovicluvr @kiankiwi @doll-elvis @18lkpeters @kendralavon7 @ccab

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Daring x Lizzie (darizzie??) pretty pleaseeee

I was feeling very pissed of when I wrote this so hope you enjoy some good angst

Anyway when I tell you that I’m fricking excited to share all the fics I’ve written from old and new commissions I mean it

Hope you have a good dayyy!!

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Duchess Swan would smirk as she twirled her way into the movie theater. For once she would feel like she was more important, more favored, more fortunate than her fellow peers at Ever After. That was because she had a date with the most desired prince at school, Daring Charming.

Those were the words found in Duchess’s messily discarded diary that lay open on her bed, and that was what Lizzie Hearts saw as she walked into her shared dorm after a long day of boring, unwonderlandifull classes.

Lizzie stared at the diary in confusion at first, she couldn’t quite comprehend the last part. It was as if her mind was refusing to acknowledge the words, but once it did a burst of pure, jealous rage ignited in her.

She was Lizzie Hearts. The daughter of the queen of hearts and the heir to the hearts throne. How dare some low life like that useless swan claim that she was going out with her boyfriend. If she wanted to lie for attention then Lizzie would just have to prove her wrong.

She promptly gathered her things and marched out of the dorm, her eyes wild to anyone who dared to look. And she was glad for that, she didn’t have time to stop and deal with morons who thought that they were worthy of her time.

Making her way down the stairs she quickly found Dexter and Raven sitting together by the big grand doors entrance. “Dexter!” The prince whirled around in a panic his eyes quickly finding the enraged princess.

“Yeah?” His voice was hesitant and Raven was quick to stand by his side as Lizzie approached. “Where is your brother?” Dexter shrugged while looking at Raven, Lizzie gritted her teeth as she turned away without an other word only to be stopped by a feminine voice.

“I saw him go in the direction of the movie theater. I think some girl was also with him.” Lizzie quickly swirled to find Rosabella Beauty feeding a couple of squirrels. At the mention of a girl that anger brewed deeper and deeper.

“Thank you Rosabella.” With that she quickly ran onto the theaters path, her mind wandering to all sorts of possibilities. All being worse and more mad than the other.

Once she had made it to the theater she purchased a ticket for whatever movie was playing tonight and went to find that stupid swan. The movie hall was much more crowded than she expected, but luckily the movie had already begun and everyone was sat.

She surveyed around looking between pairs of couples like Ashlynn and Hunter, Bunny and Alistair, Humphrey and Jillian. She ignored them and looked between each row, her already thin patience becoming nearly non existent.

But atlas she found her. Duchess Swan, true to her word was sitting in a love seat with none other than Daring Charming. The prince had his arm around her shoulders and she giggling at something he whispered in her ear.

Lizzie froze just steps behind them, she felt her heart squeeze as if someone was tearing it apart. It was a sort of pain that she thought she’d never experience but here she was. Taking a silent staggering breath, Lizzie stumbled back nearly losing her balance as she felt hot tears prick her eyes.

“Oh Lizzie! Sit here!” Lizzie barely heard Bunny’s voice as at that moment Daring turned around and gazed directly in her eyes. It seemed as if they stared into each others eyes for eternity, in his she could see panic and recognition and she hoped that in hers he saw the hurt and betrayal she felt.

Without an other word she pivoted on her heel, digging her nails into her palms to keep the tears at bay. She ignored the look Bunny and Alistair gave her and instead practically ran for the exit. From behind she faintly heard Daring say some lame excuse to Duchess as he to stood.

Lizzie stumbled outside the theater, finally letting her tears flow freely as she slumped against a tree. Sobs wracked through her and she felt her chest squeeze as she fell to her knees while tears pooled on the ground below.

It was so unfairest. Why her? Why was it that when she finally let herself open up she got stabbed in the back? Maybe that was why every Queen of Hearts was mad, they were scorned by love. Because the sheer rage and devastation she felt made her think she’d go madder than the mad hatter.

“Lizzie!” She paused as she heard… his voice call out. Scrambling to her feet she tried to hide away from him but Daring found her seconds later. “Lizzie let me ex-.”

Lizzie slapped him across the face.

The dark red hand print that was left on his cheek gave her a strange satisfaction. If she couldn’t hurt him emotionally, she’d hurt him physically. Daring seemed to be stunned for only a second before he came back to reality.

“Liz-.” She threw him a withering glare, warning him to shut up. A tense, awkward silence followed and Lizzie was glad she could collect her thoughts before she went at him. Sucking in a breath, Lizzie wiped away her tears while sniffling.

Daring went to brush away a stray tear but she was quick to push his hand away. “How dare you.” Daring didn’t react as she walked slowly over to him. “How dare you cheat on me with that- that bitch! I should say it’s off with your head!”

She sliced her hand through the air for emphasis. Daring looked down at his feet, hands clenching and unclenching. “My grimm how could you ever do this to me! Did you for one second take a minute to realize how much you hurt me! How you betrayed me! Or is your selfishness that high.”

Her words died out with a sob that broke through her, but ever a princess she continued “you are the only guy- no the only person that I let get so close to my heart! And you took it for granted and stomped on it like it was mud! Did you ever consider what that would do to me! To my trust!”

Lizzie paused breathing hard as she let more tears flow freely. Daring took this as an opportunity to start speaking, “Lizzie you don’t understand! I didn’t want to go on a date with her. But I had to-.” Lizzie cut him of as she shoved his chest.

“You didn’t have to do anything-.”

“I did! My reputation and my ima-!”

“Do you realize what you are saying! You are saying that ‘you didn’t have a choice’ but you did! Instead of being loyal to me and not being self absorbed you chose to pick your image over me!”

“No! It’s not like that! You say you want me to be loyal to you and that I shouldn’t be with anyone but you- you are to scared, to much of a coward to even admit to our relationship! If you remember you were the one to ask to keep this a secret!”

“And yet I had the decency not to cheat on you!”

Silence once again engulfed the night, the only sounds being Darings harsh breathing and Lizzie’s sobs and cries as she rested against a tree. “Look I know I messed up but I can make it up to you. I can-.” Lizzie shook her head while pushing of the tree.

“No you can’t. Because you have broken and shattered my trust and heart so badly I- I don’t think I’ll recover. So no you can’t ‘make it up to me’ Daring.” He swallowed as he went to reach for her hand but Lizzie stepped back, wiping away any tears.

“Your date is waiting for you.” And so, Lizzie Hearts pivoted on her heel and left with a piece of her heart shattered and broken.

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Who doesn’t love a good bit of angst from now and then because I know I do

Anyway no hate to Daring or Duchess all I’m saying LIZZIE DESERVES BETTER the fact that he cheated is canon just is something else

This is why I don’t particularly ship them together but if you guys want Drizzie then I’m happy to write it

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Ok ok my guess is that things have already died way down for The Bear fandom but I've made several posts defending season 3 now which I only did because I was so stunned to see that the fandom's criticisms of this season were mostly of legitimate and frankly common sense writing decisions and now that I've gone over all that - I thought I would share the few criticisms I do have for this season, starting with the one I think is the most damning:

The theme of gentrification being treated like a footnote.

In season 1 there was a very purposeful commentary on the implications of Carmy taking over The Bear, and immediately changing the culture of the kitchen to reflect his own, very high-end, culinary background. At one point there's a drive-by shooting and their front window gets shot out. Sugar asks about calling the cops and everyone but her immediately shuts it down. Sugar is a white woman currently living in what appears to be a more middle-class suburban area of Chicago, and so naturally she doesn't see any problem with calling the police. Everyone else understands why the police, under no circumstances, should be called.

Richie dwells on "the delicate ecosystem" of this specific corner of Chicago changing. He comments on how changing any tiny thing has devastating consequences. He brings up the statue without a face that was placed on top of what used to be the tallest building in Chicago and how so many buildings have become that tall since that everyone can tell she doesn't have a face. This is a very astute metaphor for the soullessness of a gentrified Chicago. Richie also mourns the loss of a pub down the street, not because he frequented it but because it was a staple. It had always been there, and now it was forced to close.

In this same episode, the people who hang out on that street have begun crowding closer to The Beef, and when Richie approaches one of them, he asks Richie, "Are you going to call the cops?" and Richie is offended, and says, "I would never." The person explains they can't hang out where they normally do because of construction - a newer, flashier institution is being built on that street and displacing the very people who occupy it. These same people who hang out on that street get in a dispute, and once again, calling the cops is not an option. Richie panics, trying to find his gun to scare them off, and Sydney resolves the issue by promising to feed them every Tuesday as long as they keep the peace. At the end of the episode, Richie steps out to smoke a cigarette, and down the street police cars roll up with their sirens flashing, and Richie shakes his head.

This episode beautifully showcases the value of community organization, as well as the harms of gentrification.

It would stand to reason that in following seasons The Bear would have continued exploring the implications of these characters opening a high-end - potentially Michelin-star no less - restaurant in the same building that was once The Beef, where regulars frequented and where employees weren't expected to provide impeccable, inhuman service. The people who worked at The Beef were allowed to yell, to swear, to be conversational with customers, and the regulars were regular entirely because they could afford the food. The atmosphere of The Beef, however unprofessional, however classless, was human, and once again a place for community.

But in the following season, the decision to keep the restaurant window open during the day so that the regulars can still buy food from the old menu is treated like a band-aid solution to the entire theme of gentrification, and there's little more said about it. The very characters who were once allowed to be imperfect and human and on equal footing with their customers now must dedicate themselves to impeccable, inhuman levels of "service."

And while I will say that "Forks" is possibly one of my favorite episodes in the whole show, maybe even my favorite, and that I get deeply emotional every time I watch it because it is just so beautiful, the way it takes a job - being a server - that most people have little regard for, and most people dread doing, and present it as something rewarding, and fulfilling, and deeply meaningful - I'm nevertheless critical of romanticizing that level of service, especially given that that level of service is functionally required because of how expensive the restaurant is, making the beauty of finding purpose in service about serving the ruling class, rather than just serving others, or serving your community.

The episode "Forks" draws attention to the idea that the reason these servers can do this is because "everyday you make someone's day" and on top of that, they show people being informed that their meal that night was "on the house." This is not the reality for most people dining in these restaurants. In real life, most people dining in these restaurants are not having a once-in-a-lifetime experience that they've saved for and dreamed about - it's Tuesday to them, because they're so filthy rich, they can do this kind of thing whenever they want. And of course, most guests aren't going to be told their meal is on the house - this can't ever be the case, because the entire purpose of everything about the restaurant that makes it such an experience is money.

I understand why this side of things wasn't explored in the episode "Forks," which needed, for the sake of Richie's character arc, to be as romanticized and inspiring as it was, and I wouldn't change it for the world. But there was more than enough room to make a more purposeful commentary about this side of "service" and this side of "high-end" restaurants in season 3 - and there's nothing. There was even more room in season 2 elsewhere - and again. Nothing. Even when Sydney is researching for The Bear menu and becoming overwhelmed with how many restaurants are closing - this is not touched on in order to continue a commentary on gentrification or capitalism. The only purpose of it is to demonstrate the stakes for The Bear.

And then on top of this, they are opening this restaurant in the wake of the height of the pandemic, which a lot of restaurants didn't survive, and there's no one talking about the fact that the last thing most people need post-pandemic is a high-end restaurant they can't afford to go to. There's no commentary on how part of the reason restaurants are dying as much as they are is because people literally just can't afford to eat out anymore.

Now...any time I'm critical of some component of a written work, I have to make the distinction: "Do I dislike this because it's bad writing, or do I simply dislike it?"

in this case, I think I would have leaned toward, "I just dislike it," except for the fact that they bothered to introduce the theme. If Storer had, from the beginning, purposefully decided that his story wasn't about gentrification, and wasn't going to explore it - I still would have disliked it. I still would have thought it was an oversight, and a missed opportunity -

But it was introduced. It was very purposefully explored in season 1, and it was explored beautifully. And then they slapped a narrative band-aid on it and moved on, as if serving sandwiches through a drive-by window during the day completely tied up that narrative thread. To me, it screams, "If I want to write about people opening a high-end restaurant in Chicago, people are going to expect me to acknowledge the implications of that, so here. I talked about it. Can I write my story now?" It's just so...tacked on. It's the narrative equivalent of a diversity-hire. Like Storer was just checking an obligation off a list. And now, the writing is worse for it, I think.

There are times when the story comes close to touching on it again, and other times when there was so much opportunity to. We see Tina struggling to find a new job after being let go from her place of employment of fifteen years. Storer took the time to show us this and then really didn't say anything with it. We understand how important this restaurant is to Tina now, how much she can't afford for it to fail - but this still doesn't really say anything about the standard of living in Chicago. The fact that it's set so far in the past begs for a modern comparison, begs for something to be said about how much worse it's gotten since, and why - and yet, nothing.

Marcus's mother needed full-time medical care. Marcus was also already employed at The Beef before Carmy arrived, and it doesn't appear that he or anyone else in his family has any other source of income. He has a roommate, which would ease living expenses, but wouldn't do anything to help with medical debt, and the fact that he has a roommate also demonstrates that he couldn't afford to live on his own. There's no way he was getting paid that well at The Beef - and did employment at The Beef come with any benefits? Health insurance? Not a chance. Yet in season three, the reason this restaurant is so important to Marcus is because his mom wanted it for him. That's a lovely sentiment - but I'm also left baffled by the decision to at no point bring up the cost of his mom's healthcare, and the debt Marcus is likely swimming in.

There were opportunities to use both Tina's and Marcus's backgrounds to contribute more to the gentrification commentary. It would have provided a juxtaposition - yes, it's unfortunate the neighborhood is being gentrified, but look at how it's potentially benefitting and providing hope to these impoverished people. But once again, Storer doesn't make any obvious effort to continue exploring this theme. He is treating it as though it's been wrapped up, as though he's said everything he needs to say, as though he ticked off the "gentrification elephant in the room" box and is now free to ignore the same setting and circumstances he purposefully chose to set his story in.

It is, in my opinion, wasted narrative potential and a huge oversight on Storer's part. Frankly, I think it's possible this story, when finished, will miss its own point, or at least part of its own point, if Storer continues to treat this theme like it's been taken care of already. I'm holding out hope that he's building toward this conversation again, that he at some point does something with Tina's and Marcus's background, that he maybe even explores Sydney's feelings about it, and possibly uses it to develop her character in an interesting way...but I'm not holding my breath.

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Gilbert von Obsidian - Challenge From the King of Trampling - Event Summary

Do I ever know what I’m doing? You shouldn’t trust me, or my suspect understanding of what’s going on in my daily life, much less in Gilbert’s world.

Accuracy is not guaranteed - you should definitely pick up this event when it reaches the English server.

This event is set in the event series that predates Gilbert's route - where he and Emma will never be anything more than friends.

Prologue

The afternoon is very lovely, with a peaceful blue sky, bright sunshine, and the promise of a peaceful day. Emma wishes this moment would last forever.

Sitting next to her, munching on a small pile of cookies on the table, Gilbert asks if Emma would like to play a game with him, trampling on that peaceful moment like the villain he is. Emma asks why he suddenly wants to play, and Gilbert glibly replies that it’s just his current mood.

Emma is only here because Gilbert had told her to make a lot of sweets for him, but maybe his real purpose wasn’t just to eat a small army’s worth of cookie rations but to play a game instead. And tide himself over with the cookies. Gilbert is very skilled at manipulating people into doing what he wants.

Gilbert continues, it would be boring just having a game with no reward. Oh, but if they made it a winning condition that the loser would have to do anything the winner wants . . .

Sensing a trap, Emma quickly refuses. Gilbert laughs, does she think she can say no? Emma asks him to cut to the chase and tell her what he wants her to do. She already knows that she’ll lose.

Well not necessarily. Gilbert is thinking up games where she has a good shot at winning as well. In fact, he already has a plan. Placing his cloak over the table, Gilbert snaps his fingers and pulls back the cloak to reveal a box. Warily, Emma opens it only to find some sheets of paper, pens, and ink.

Gilbert’s idea is for both he and Emma to put their own game ideas into the box. Two ideas each, and then they’ll blindly draw. And, to make it fair, they will have the winner be the best two out of three.

Emma realizes that Gilbert is allowing her to write a game that favors her. Maybe she does have a chance of winning. She turns to Gilbert and asks if when he said the loser would have to do anything the winner wanted . . .

(For once, Gilbert can make Emma sweets instead!)

Gilbert promises that it goes for him as well, if Emma wins, she can ask him to do anything. It’s a high-risk, high-reward game. And, as a handicap, Gilbert is okay with Emma asking for help during the game.

Emma points out that it would put Gilbert at a great disadvantage. Gilbert laughs and asks if she’s serious. He’s the Marshall of Eternal Victory, he’s never lost a match or game.

While Gilbert gloats, Emma considers it. She already is forced to follow his whims, so this might be her only chance to get payback. Even though it’s risky, Emma decides to accept Gilbert’s match.

The peaceful time is ended, and Emma’s battle with the Trampling Beast has begun.

Gilbert only smiles at her; he’s looking forward to having fun together.

Round 1 – The Affectionate Confrontation of Sweets

The first match was a game Emma had put in, and she does not doubt that she will win. The stage is the kitchen, filled with all the ingredients the castle cooks were able to spare. The game is to make as many sweets as possible with the ingredients on hand and feed them to Gilbert. If he eats everything, he will win. If Emma can make enough sweets that even Gilbert has had too many, she wins.

Sitting in the kitchen at a nearby table, Gilbert admits that he is looking forward to this game. He wonders what kind of sweets will be made for him. He and his stomach are looking forward to this challenge. He seems confident, which only invigorates Emma’s fighting spirit.

Behind Emma are her three reliable helpers: Yves, Licht, and Luke. She had chosen the people most familiar with sweets to face Gilbert in this challenge.

(Team Sweets)

Proud as a peacock, Yves admits that since Emma seems a little over her head, he’s here to help. Luke’s role was to bring the honey, which he has 5 liters that he’s willing to share. Licht isn’t entirely sure why he’s here. Yves assures him that his presence is essential – he needs to finish up whatever Gilbert doesn’t eat.

Please, Licht, your big brother is counting on you.

Emma thanks all of them for coming and helping her win against Gilbert. With Yves and Luke, who are good at making sweets, and Licht tasting them for quality, there’s no doubt that she will win. Licht asks if she’s decided on what to make.

The plan is to make something very high in calories, that will fill up the stomach quickly. Luke thinks that honey would be put to good use, and Yves suggests a classic cake with cream and honey. Luke notes that with this plan, Gilbert will have to give up eating due to how sweet it’s going to be, not to even mention the calories. Surveying her supplies, Emma thinks that they have enough to make 50 servings.

Licht is taken aback and asks if Emma has some grudge against Gilbert or something. Pipping in, Gilbert corrects him, it’s not a grudge, it’s love. Emma ignores him and begins putting ingredients into a bowl. Luke is about to say something, but Gilbert interrupts him, giving him the universal ‘secret’ sign. Emma asks what that was about, and Luke tells her that it’s nothing.

Continuing, Emma tries to silence her bad feeling, wondering if she’s just overthinking it.

A few hours later.

Emma wonders if this is all just an elaborate lie. Yves wonders if his eyes are deceiving him. Licht wonders if all this time, Gilbert was secretly a monster. Luke wonders where Gilbert put all of it.

(In his fifth dessert stomach)

A giant cake, filled with cream and honey, large enough to serve fifty people, was now all inside Gilbert’s stomach. Smiling sweetly at them, Gilbert compliments the cooks and asks if they have any more.

Emma recalls Gilbert happily munching on the cookies before the match. He should have already been more than half full. How did this happen? Wailing in despair, Emma collapses to her knees in the kitchen.

Gilbert admits that he’s about 80% full now. But he wants the other 20% to be full too. His only complaint was that the cake was too sweet – it gave him mild heartburn. To be fair, he half expected it from Emma and her friends. He admits that the four of them (including Licht, somehow) are amazing chefs.

Yves is in a weird state of being pleased with praise, and not happy with being praised. Luke admits that he had the feeling that this was going to happen anyways.  He points out that if they were serious, they could have just made really foul-tasting sweets.

Oh. Oh yeah. That probably would have won them their victory.

As if thinking the same thing, Gilbert’s shoulders shake with poorly repressed mirth. He tells Luke that Emma is still Emma, she wouldn’t do that to an honored state guest. Honestly, he likes that about her.

Well, at least one person seems happy, even if it’s not the person Emma wanted to be thrilled by this. At least he’s praising them for all of their hard work.

Standing up, Gilbert walks over to where Emma has collapsed and kneels in front of her. Emma looks up, awkwardly noticing that his face is so close. Very politely, Gilbert thanks Emma for the meal and kisses her cheek, and suddenly Emma’s thoughts screech to a halt. He smiles as if enjoying her reaction.

Yves cuts in, asking them to stop being so shameless in the middle of the kitchen. Gilbert asks what he means by ‘shameless’, his fingers running over Emma’s lips. Suddenly, Emma realizes that she’s in danger.

Emma jumps up and hides behind Luke, announcing that it’s time for the next match. She definitely won’t lose it. Gilbert has an exaggerated expression of regret but shrugs his shoulders in acquiescence. He wonders what the next game will be.

Current Score: 0 wins and 1 loss.

Round 2 – The Honey Trap and the Jewelry Showdown

The second match was a game invented by Gilbert.

Gilbert explains that Obsidian is the land of military and ore, and there is a ‘fun’ game they can use stones to play with. He pulls out a pouch from the inside of his cloak (which Emma was certain hadn’t been there a second ago) and hands it to her. In the bag are two rocks, and one gemstone. Emma has 30 minutes to guess which one is the gemstone. Gilbert will just wait right here in this room, in this chair (digesting) for her to come back with her answer.

To be honest, Emma isn’t confident in her ability to appraise gems or jewels, but if she has someone to help her, then maybe she has a chance. The palace is full of princes, there has to be at least one of them familiar with jewels.

Right?

The only two princes she can find are Nokto and Jin, the battle-hardened womanizers of the palace. Emma hopes that, with their experience of picking jewelry as gifts for women, they can help her. At the very least, they’ve seen more gemstones than she has.

Jin admits that he’s seen his fair share of gems and knows a lot . . . . he looks into the bag and asks if Emma is serious. Nokto looks as well, his face looking grim.

The gem in the bag is unprocessed, it looks just like the other two stones. A true merchant or jeweler could recognize the true gem, but it becomes quickly apparent that the moniker does not apply to any of the three of them.

Nokto notes that probably only Silvio or Chevalier would be able to tell which one was the true gem. Jin recalls that Silvio has left the castle on business, and as for Chevalier . . . Nokto finishes the thought, noting that he won’t help them. Jin wonders if maybe Chevalier’s big brother can convince him to embrace the spirit of cooperativity, but Nokto points out that if anyone could do it, they can’t do it in the next 30 minutes.

Well, there’s no help for it. Emma will just have to rely on blind luck. Gilbert probably put this game in, knowing exactly that she would have no help.  

Oh, no, no, no, that won’t do. Who does Emma think they are, amateurs? Nokto adds that if she came to them for help, she already knew that a straightforward attack against Gilbert wouldn’t work.

Uh, no, Emma just came to them because there was no one else available, she was absolutely planning on a straightforward attack.

Jin places his hand on Emma’s left shoulder, and Nokto places his hand on her right. Jin tells her to leave it to him, he’ll teach her a very special technique. Nokto will also cooperate, though he expects something in return.

Emma has a very bad feeling.

After most of the time is over, Emma returns to Gilbert, who had been leisurely looking out the window. Turning to face her, he idly greets Emma, only to come up short when he sees her face. Looking absolutely dumbfounded, he asks what happened.

(Of all the plans and eventualities Gilbert anticipated, this was not one of them)

Emma is not going to tell him. She’s not going to tell anyone what happened. Why, oh why did Jin and Nokto have to go that far? Maybe she should just quit right now before it becomes worse.

Oh, right. If she loses, it’ll be worse.  

Throwing all the shreds that remained of her dignity to the wind, Emma walks over to Gilbert and sits down in his lap, wrapping her arms around him tightly. It’s actually a blessing in disguise that he’s so cold, it’s almost a balm against her too-hot skin.

Gilbert asks what Emma thinks she’s doing.

(Seriously, Gilbert wants to know what's going on)

Her face blazing red, Emma is barely able to look into Gilbert’s eye as she croaks out that she wants a hint.

Gilbert eventually recovers enough to ask if this is some sort of honey trap. If so, Emma is really . . . he can’t say anymore without laughing.

Emma shouts at him to stop laughing, she’s desperate. Maybe she should have just given up and accepted the loss. But she’s already here, in Gilbert’s lap, wrapped around him. It’s far too late for her to back down. Instead, she clutches him tighter and shouts that she’ll never let go of him until he gives her a hint.

Gilbert considers this for about half a second before telling her that it’s okay with him if they stay like this forever. Not expecting this, Emma looks at him as if he has grown two heads. If they stay like this forever, Emma will be in big trouble!

And Gilbert doesn’t see how that’s his problem. In fact, he’s thrilled that she’s doing this of her own accord. To Emma’s horror, instead of her gambit working, Gilbert wraps his own arms around her, gently stroking her back.

As Emma’s discomfort grows, Gilbert just grins at her. The only way to avoid looking at him in her position is to bury her head in his shoulder. Gilbert tells her that if she wants to continue, she could at least kiss him.

Well, that is impossible. Emma will only kiss someone whom she likes. Gilbert asks if she doesn’t like him, but Emma is only silent. Gilbert complains that Emma is so sneaky.

Well, if Emma likes anyone, it wouldn’t be someone who makes fun of her. Gilbert asks if that means that she likes kind people, and Emma admits that she likes kind people more than mean ones.

Gilbert considers this slowly and eventually tells Emma to hand him the pouch. Curiously, Emma complies, and Gilbert lines up the three stones on the table next to them. He tells her that the stone on the left is worthless. When Emma just looks confused, Gilbert explains that her choices are either the middle stone or the right stone.

Emma is still confused, so Gilbert explains that she just said that she prefers kind people. So, this is a special service just for her.

Emma doesn’t understand Gilbert. She wonders if he’s teasing her, and she slowly faces the stones. Right now her odds of winning are 50/50, so she has to believe in herself.

Emma chooses the stone on the right, and Gilbert’s eye narrows. He admits that she got the correct answer, and Emma cheers, thrilled that she has won. She’s so happy and relieved that she has forgotten that she’s sitting in the lap of the Trampling Beast.

Gilbert notes that she has lost a lot to gain this victory, and Emma asks him not to say that. Suddenly remembering where she is, and whom she is on top of, Emma starts to get up, only to be restrained by Gilbert.

He warns Emma not to do this to another man unless she wants to find their corpse later. Emma tells him not to worry, she’s never going to do this again, not even to Gilbert.

Gilbert makes a disappointed face as Emma slides off his lap. Whether or not it’s a joke expression, Emma feels her heart pound in her chest. This is nothing, it’s just embarrassment.

To cover her feelings, Emma announces that the next round is the last, the deciding round.

Current Score: 1 win and 1 loss.

Round 3 – If You’re Embarrassed You’ll Lose! Hide-And-Seek Showdown!

The third game was a match Emma had devised.

It’s a simple hide-and-seek showdown. Emma hides, and if Gilbert finds her within the time limit, he’ll win. If he can’t find her and Emma escapes him, she’ll win.

Gilbert is overjoyed to play this game, he’s very good at hide-and-seek. Finding and killing hidden pests is not only his hobby but the favorite part of his job.

Emma asks him to refrain from killing her.

It’s dangerous, but Emma was always good at hide-and-seek since she was a child. Besides, there’s a secret spot in the castle that she’s confident Gilbert doesn’t know about. She is certain that she’ll be victorious, as long as she’s careful.

Behind her are her two reliable allies, who came to help her when she explained her predicament. Clavis, the royal hide-and-seek master promises to guide her to victory. Meanwhile, Leon has agreed to his role of referee where he watches Gilbert to prevent him from doing anything illegal or immoral during the game, so Emma can be free to hide. Gilbert asks if Emma really doesn’t trust him.

Ignoring his comment, Emma starts the game. Gilbert wishes her the best of luck.

Clavis is impressed, even he never knew that there was a secret room only accessible via a hidden passageway. It was a room Emma and Rio had found by chance while exploring the castle, and she hopes that if one of the residents, particularly Clavis, didn’t know about it, then maybe Gilbert won’t either. It’s no exaggeration to say that this room is perfect for a game of hide-and-seek.

Clavis reminds her that Gilbert is on a different level, he will probably find this room without much trouble. Emma admits that he’s right, and she’s already considered it. Gilbert is the Marshall of Eternal Victory, a genius who makes the impossible possible. With that in mind, finding a secret passageway and locating this room is well within his abilities.

Which is why Emma made sure to have Clavis on her side.

It suddenly hit Clavis what Emma’s true plan is, and they both have evil expressions on their faces. Emma tells him that she will stop at nothing and do anything to win this game. Clavis approves of this, and if she’s like this then it’s time for him to get serious as well.

As expected, Gilbert found the room. From behind, Leon very calmly and without any anger asks Gilbert how he already knows about the hidden passages in the palace. Gilbert doesn’t feel like answering, besides, if Leon uses his brain just a little bit, he’d already know.

Yeah, there’s obviously a spy in the castle who has rooted out the secret passages.

Looking around the room, Gilbert notices that Clavis appears to be the only person in it. So far, he hasn’t noticed Emma hiding behind the bookcase.

Emma holds her breath, the real battle starts now.

Clavis asks if something is wrong? Why doesn’t Gilbert come on in and look around a bit. Leon agrees, the hide-and-seek game isn’t over until he’s found Emma, right? Silently, Emma urges Gilbert to just take a single step inside.

There are about 20 of the Lelouch series traps set at the entrance of the room. If Gilbert enters, he will be in hell. Not even he can avoid the trap Clavis set up.

Gilbert announces that he’s happy where he is, he’ll just wait for Emma to come out to him. Leon reminds him that there is a time limit, but Gilbert only laughs; Emma will definitely come out before then.

Clavis asks how he can say that, and Gilbert responds that Emma is actually very fond of him. So fond, in fact, that just earlier she had climbed on top of him, straddled him, and hugged him tightly.

Leon asks if Gilbert is okay. In the head.

Oh, but it’s true. It was actually a very nice hug too. Usually, Emma is very shy, but Gilbert thinks she might like him. When she kisses him, her face turns so red, and her body shivers when he touches her. What could that mean other than she likes him a lot? Even now, Gilbert has no doubt that she’s desperately restraining herself from throwing herself at him.

Clavis is amazed at how far their relationship has progressed. Weakly. Leon asks if Gilbert is joking.

(Who's side is he on again?)

The betrayal!!

Gilbert sweetly apologizes for stealing their precious bunny away from them.

Okay, maybe what Gilbert is saying is true, but he’s taking everything wildly out of context.

Gilbert asks if they want to hear more about his and Emma’s ‘friendship’. Eagerly, Clavis asks how many volumes of material this romance series will go over, and Gilbert estimates at least 50 novels worth of quality and true content.

For the prologue, Gilbert will talk about all the different ways he’s touched Emma and made her feel good. The results are-

Okay, Emma gives up! She nearly collapses out from behind the bookcase, her hands desperately covering her ears. Gilbert laughs and announces that he’s found her, asking if she missed him so much. Emma yells that everything he’s saying is too malicious and out of context. Gilbert counters that it’s all true.

Okay, maybe there were facts in there, but Gilbert had gotten everything so twisted up!

Clavis muses that there were ‘facts’ in what Gilbert was saying. Emma tells him to stop thinking. Leon tells Emma that she has poor taste in men and that she should dump Gilbert. Emma wails for Leon to believe in her and her taste in men.

(Leon discovers what it feels like to be a father disapproving of his daughter's boyfriend)

Gilbert cuts in saying that he is deciding to have absolutely no idea what Emma’s talking about, but he wants to claim this win. Which means that Emma has lost their game, and now she is his to do with as he pleases.

Ugh. Emma wishes she could just disappear. Her only salvation is the Lelouch trap series that continues to separate her from Gilbert. What a pathetic way to lose.

Clavis asks Gilbert to wait. In Rhodolite, there is a tradition in these three-game matches for the loser to have one final chance to come out on top. Leon quickly agrees, it’s actually quite standard for the loser to get one final chance in Rhodolite with one final game.

Gilbert notes that Rhodolite is quite friendly to losers.

Clavis reminds Gilbert that he’s the Marshal of Eternal Victory, he will win no matter how many battles he wages. So, what’s he afraid of now? Would it really be so bad to have one last match?

Gilbert considers this and agrees that it would be boring to just end like this. Okay, he’ll be merciful to Emma.

Emma thanks Gilbert profusely, feeling like her head was suddenly yanked back from the chopping block.

Next time she will win for sure.

Current Score: 1 win and 2 losses.

Round 4 – Ms. Bunny Quiz Game

Emma looks at the final sheet of paper, written in Gilbert’s handwriting, and very slowly looks up at him. She asks what he means by ‘Ms. Bunny Quiz Game’.

Well, it’s literally a quiz showdown about Emma. She can ask Gilbert a question about herself, and he will answer it. He kind of thought this would be simple and easily understood.

If Gilbert can answer all three out of three questions, he’ll win. Otherwise, if he gets even one answer not 100% correct, Emma will win.

Emma asks if this isn’t too much of an advantage to her. Since it’s about her, there are things she can ask that Gilbert has no way of answering. Granted, if it was Rio answering instead, she’d be in trouble, but she hadn’t even met Gilbert until she came to the castle.

Gilbert asks if Emma is confident in her win. Emma is, and Gilbert points out that she should be overjoyed at this opportunity to win.

It’s too good to be true. It seems too obvious that Emma will win, but she can’t see the hidden objective.

Gilbert reminds Emma that she can still get help for this final game. He has a refreshing smile on his face, and Emma can’t see through to his evil plan. At times like this, there are only a few people she can rely on.

Sariel and Rio thankfully have some free time and are able to help her. Sariel is not thrilled to find that Gilbert and Emma are playing a game, but Rio assures Emma to leave it to him. He won’t overlook any of Gilbert’s wrongdoing. Gilbert asks what he’s done to make him so mistrusted.

Emma hopes that the two of them will figure out Gilbert’s evil plan that escapes her.

Emma has announced that she has already written down the answers to her questions on the papers before her, so Gilbert can’t say that she’s cheating. She and Rio are the only two who know what the papers say. Sariel is going to monitor Gilbert and make certain that there’s no way for him to peek at them.

Rio is confident that no one is a better master at knowing Emma than he is, and there’s no way for Gilbert to win. Gilbert asks if that’s so, he knows a lot about Emma himself.

Emma suddenly feels anxious, wondering why Gilbert is so confident. Even in this situation, where there is no way Gilbert can cheat, he has not lost his composure. What is going on with him?

First question: There is a place where Emma always buys food when she goes into town. What is it?

Gilbert complains that the question is too easy; she buys sandwiches from a bakery run by her elderly neighbors.

Emma is alerted, she’s only mentioned the place to Rio and the Bookstore Owner. How does Gilbert know? Gilbert only waves his hand and says that it was a lucky guess.

Sariel is doubtful, it was a very specific answer that one can’t just ‘luck into’. There are a lot of rats living inside and outside the castle that need exterminating. Gilbert only laughs.

Okay, so does that mean that there is a spy attached to Emma as well? That answer can’t have been a coincidence, right? Clearing her throat to hide her growing anxiety, Emma proceeds.

Second question: Where is Emma’s favorite place in Rhodolite Castle?

This is her trick question, and if she does have a spy monitoring her, they would have given Gilbert the wrong answer.

Gilbert muses that every day, Emma goes for a walk in the rose garden, which is considered the most spectacular place in the castle. He has no doubt that Emma likes it, but that is too obvious of an answer. If Emma is banking on this question, that means that the real place is something she’s confident Gilbert can’t guess at. So, it’s a secret place that she can’t enter all the time.

Emma is a well-known book lover, but most of the books in the castle library are reference and technical books. There is only one place in the palace that has the kind of books Emma likes – Chevalier’s Secret Library, home of the beast that no one can approach.

Rio is amazed that Gilbert knows about the existence of Chevalier’s secret library. Well, of course, Gilbert knows, basically, everyone does at this point. Besides, Gilbert loves ‘borrowing’ books from Chevalier from time to time, he’s never said anything when Gilbert entered.

Oh, Emma never knew that Chevalier and Gilbert were friends.

Gilbert tells Emma not to be so discouraged and asks what the final question is.

Final question: What is Emma’s special skill?

Emma is confident only Rio and the Bookstore Owner would know.

Gilbert considers her special skill, he doesn’t think that it’s making sweets. Emma agrees, she thinks of it as a hobby rather than a skill. Gilbert personally disagrees, she always makes him delicious sweets.

Oh, he gets it now.

Emma is liked by everyone, right? Today, she had many princes helping her, because they like her. He thinks her personality makes it natural for them to lend her their help, even though they are all such peculiar beasts. It’s a compliment to her that they care so much about her. Besides that, they must all find her very attractive, himself included.

So, Emma’s special skill is her perfect imitation of her butler, Rio.

Emma is off kilter for less than a second before demanding to know what that windup was about, and how did he get from that to her skill? Worse than that, it was what she had written down!

(But how did he out stalk Rio?)

Rio is suspicious and asks if Gilbert was able to peek at the answer sheet. Gilbert insists that he didn’t and asks Sariel to back him up. Sariel is worried that he somehow blinked and missed Gilbert cheating. Gilbert assures Sariel that he was most vigilant in monitoring him. Gilbert never had a chance to cheat.

Really, the natural explanation is that everyone underestimated his obsession with Emma. Turning back to her, Gilbert adds that he wants to know everything about Emma.

Well, how about that?

Oh, how scary! Emma steps back, but Gilbert quickly closes the distance between them and grabs her hand. The Marshal of Eternal Victor has won the game, completely. He tells Emma not to look so scared, he won’t do anything cruel to her.

True or not, since Emma has lost, she can no longer protest. Gilbert entwines their fingers, looking so happy that he might start humming. Emma’s heart is pounding, but is it out of fear or something else?

Worriedly, Rio calls out to Emma while reaching out to her, but suddenly Gilbert’s cloak blocks Emma’s view of him. Gilbert tells the room that their rabbit is now his.

Epilogue – The Winner’s Privilege

After losing the game to Gilbert, brings her to a quiet place so that they are alone. Gilbert reminds her about the terms, the winner can do anything they like with the loser.

Okay, but before that, could Gilbert let go of Emma?

For some reason, after bringing Emma to his room, Gilbert had her sit on his lap facing him while he sits on the sofa. He is holding Emma in his arms and doesn’t let her go. She’s put some room between their bodies, but there’s only so much she can do.

Gilbert reminds her that she lost, so she can’t argue about what he does with her.

Emma considers their position and wonders if that ‘win’ she got out of the gemstone showdown gave Gilbert ideas that she’s going to regret. Thinking of back then, that was not something she should have done to a distinguished foreign guest. However, all the regret in the world won’t turn back the clock.

A cold hand cups her cheek, as if trying to pull Emma out of her thoughts.

As the winner, Gilbert’s privilege is to go on a date with Emma.

Emma is confused and thinks about what he’s saying. It sounds like he wants to go out to the town with her, and asks if he’s sure. Since it’s Gilbert, she was expecting him to demand something far worse of her.

Oh, is Emma under the misconception that this will be a simple outing? Gilbert means the kind of date between a man and a woman. His finger flicks Emma’s earlobe and she reflexively covers it. Fingers run over the back of her hand, tickling it.

Gilbert explains that they will be together in the morning, the afternoon, and at night. Oh, they can also stay out all night long and return the next morning as well. Emma immediately protests, but Gilbert reminds her that he just won their game. Emma just stares at him with a look of horror, waiting for him to laugh and say that he was joking.

The back of Emma’s hand is stroked, and her face grows red. She wishes she can escape from this embarrassing situation, but the arm around her waist won’t let her.

Gilbert laughs, Emma’s face is so red right now. Is her imagination going into dirty places? Emma denies this, and asks what his goal is, first playing those games and then going on this date. Gilbert asks if she has any ideas of why two people would go on a date together.

Emma asks if this is part of his plan to mislead everyone about their relationship and further isolate her from the court. If a rumor about her and the enemy prince spread, it will become even colder for her at court.

Gilbert denies this, he just wants to know more about her. He notes that Emma has a suspicious expression, but he swears that it’s the truth. Emma asks if he’s telling the truth, and Gilbert insists that it is. He just really wants to get along with her. He knows that it doesn’t sound like a big deal to her, but it is one to him. It’s like a treasure.

To be fair, he would be lying if he said that he didn’t hold any malice towards her, but it’s also true that he genuinely enjoys the time they spend together.

Emma looks at Gilbert, but it doesn’t seem like he’s lying. Instead, he has a dazzlingly refreshing smile that makes her chest feel light.

Well? Gilbert thought that a date would be a nice way of spending time together. Emma considers their deal, no matter what, the loser would have no right to veto the winner’s choice.

Maybe Emma can have a little faith in the untrustworthy words of the world’s greatest villain. Truth be told, she doesn’t always hate spending time with Gilbert. Sometimes it’s fun and happy. Of course, there are a lot of painful and difficult times, so it’s not really a treasure for her.

At least, the games they played today might go into the category of ‘a good memory. Emma did have some fun during the day.

Well, that’s a promise then. Gilbert smiles, and leans forward, biting Emma on the cheek. Emma is startled and asks what he thinks he’s doing. Gilbert responds that this is kind of a promise token between them.

Oh, but to have a bite mark in such a place .  . . .

Yes, Gilbert agrees that it’s quite prominent. What kind of rumors will spread tomorrow when everyone sees it? Emma begs Gilbert to stop biting people. Gilbert complains that Emma says it like she finds it’s disrespectful, even though he only bites her. She’s special.

As Emma caresses her painful cheek, Gilbert looks satisfied. His face is full of joy, just like a winner. Emma doesn’t know what it means, but when Gilbert is with her he always seems to be having fun. She grumbles that Gilbert is the only person she would just let bite her.

There’s no real meaning in what she just said, it’s only that Gilbert is the winner.

~~

That night Gilbert passes Chevalier in the hallway and asks if he’s returning from official business. Chevalier, who is not at all put out that no one wanted to play with him, asks if Gilbert really spent the day playing games. Gilbert is impressed that Chevalier has already heard about it.

(Why does everyone but Chevalier get to play?)

Chevalier cuts to the point and asks what Gilbert wants. Gilbert only laughs and says that if Chevalier is following him closely, he can probably guess by now.

Chevalier admits that Gilbert’s actions in Rhodolite are incomprehensible. Gilbert asks how Chevalier would react to the idea that his motive is to be incomprehensible.

A man full of contradictions and incomprehensible motives is rare, Chevalier will give him that. Gilbert asks if that’s really how Chevalier sees him, and Chevalier asks if he’s wrong.

With a snort, Chevalier continues walking past Gilbert and leaves.

Gilbert begins to walk away too, but then catches his reflection in the window.

Oh, that’s what Chevalier was talking about.

Gilbert smiles wryly at the reflection in the window. It has an expression of sorrow as if lamenting the coming end. He needs to be careful not to show this face to anyone.

[little-lovett]

sweeney todd backstory hc’s 🖤🥧🔪

- benjamin barker was a surprise child!!! his older sister and brother were already 11 and 13 years old when he was born. his father was distant and rarely home, and was far from thrilled about another baby, another mouth to feed, a boy to raise. so he just ran from his responsibilities for benjamin. ben always knew he had rejected him, yet still fought for his affection to no avail. picture a little cat bringing dead mice to his owner to please him, and only getting scolded. that was ben. always trying to be a good boy.

- soo he was a total mommy’s boy. and she adored him back, being the baby and an arguably perfect child. he was intelligent, compassionate, gentle, mature, and SO polite. his mother loved him dearly and doted on him until she passed away from illness when he was a teenager. he was devastated. it was his first experience with profound loss. AND DEFINITELY NOT HIS LAST (edit: him being a mommy’s boy and having a bad father is Very Important bc he loves women and hates men once he becomes sweeney)

- once he was grown and met lucy, she turned his whole world upside down in the best way. she was the first person to show him what love could be after his mother. they were dizzy for eachother, and once the initial high of infatuation had worn off, they had just begun settling into the comfortable domestic bond of marriage & parenthood. (then turpin ruined it Lol.)

- when lucy told ben she was pregnant, he internally vowed to be the father he always needed. to protect and love and be there. he hated himself beyond words for breaking his promise to his girl and believed he had failed in the most unforgivable way possible.

- tobias reminds sweeney of young benjamin barker. his innocence, his bright eyes, being glued to his mom’s hip. he always keeps his distance from toby because its just too distressing to remember what he used to be.

- nellie was 20 when she married albert, who was almost forty. they met through him butchering the meat for her pie shop, which she had been running since she was 17. he was not at all what she imagined for a husband, but he had the money and good standing in town for them to get by.

- she had to marry the first stable man she could find just to survive, with no family she knew of left. she loved him — kind of in the way you love an uncle. familiar and warm, but nowhere near the passionate relationship she longed for.

- she always felt like her young womanhood had been stolen from her by her bleak situation. she knew she was beautiful and charming, and she always wondered how marriage would’ve turned out if she hadn’t been so desperate.

- and then there was benjamin barker, her secret dream. he was a few years older than her, dark and handsome and kind, with strong features but the softest eyes she’d ever seen. though she was confined to her marriage, she never stopped herself from indulging in fantasies of the man.

- since he had moved his new barbershop into the space above her, they had been cordial. benjamin thought mrs. lovett generous, pretty, and friendly. that was about it. he was pretty clueless to her feelings about him. besides, she was a married woman.

- lucy came along, and the wedding, and the baby. nellie was terribly jealous and dissatisfied with her life as she watched another woman, a woman with the privilege of settling with a man who had practically nothing, live out her desires. she felt equally guilty for her dark envy of a happy little family who only treated her with kindness and respect.

- when benjamin barker was sent away she fell into pieces. that was when she realized just how terribly she loved him, how deep in over her head she was with her obsession. that impossible ember of hope that one day ben would be hers was the only thing motivating her.

- when turpin ruined lucy and stole johanna, mrs. lovett was not at all happy. it was a heartbreaking situation she tried to not get involved in for her own sake. yet, a rotten tendril of content would worm into her chest sometimes, reveling in what had happened as some sort of rotten justice for all the pleasures lucy had enjoyed in her life. especially the perfect husband she never knew she stole. nellie used to hate that evil, selfish part of herself.

- a couple years after ben was sent away, albert died. then it was just her and her pies and some loyal customers. gradually, even they stopped coming, and business came to a screeching halt. she had hit rock bottom— no money, friends, or family.

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WITH ARMS WIDE OPEN ✦ cl16

CHAPTER 2: RUMEURS

Previous: Chapter 1

"A SURPRISE IN PARADISE! AMÉLIE DUPONT, THE FAMOUS DESIGNER, RETURNS TO MONACO WITH A SWEET TREASURE."

Monaco is in the midst of a whirlwind of emotions with the triumphant return of talented designer Amélie Dupont. However, what has left everyone speechless is not only her return, but also the adorable baby she carries in her arms!

Since her departure a few years ago, Amélie has kept a low profile, but it seems that destiny has brought her back home to Monaco with a beautiful baby in her arms. And while rumors and speculations about the baby's paternity have circulated, the names of two prominent men have been mentioned: Charles Leclerc, the talented Formula 1 driver, and Esteban Ocon, another prominent figure in the racing world.

Amélie, known for her success in fashion design and her unmatched charm, has kept her personal life private for a long time. But her return to Monaco has sparked a whirlwind of questions about who the lucky father of her precious baby is.

Some close sources suggest that her past love story with Charles Leclerc may have left a gift that has been kept secret until now. Other rumors point to a close friendship between Amélie and Esteban Ocon, leading to even greater intrigue about the baby's paternity.

Although Amélie has chosen to keep the details of her personal life private, we can't help but be excited about this new chapter in her story. Who will be the true father of the baby? What will this mean for the relationship between Amélie, Charles, and Esteban? Only time will reveal the truth behind this fascinating story.

"Those nosy motherf...!" she exclaimed with annoyance as she closed her laptop and set it aside.

"Matteo, leave your sister alone!" shouted Charlotte, Amélie's mother, from the kitchen.

Matteo looked up from his phone and frowned, causing his sister to giggle.

"What? I didn't do anything!" he defended himself. "Tell her!"

"It wasn't him, Mom."

Charlotte walked over to the dining room, curious about what was happening. Amélie wasn't someone who easily lost her patience. She was calm and focused, so seeing her yelling wasn't common unless it was Matteo who was bothering her.

"What's going on, then?" she asked, sitting in front of her two children. Matteo shrugged.

"She's crazy," he muttered, earning a small slap from his mother.

"The magazines have started talking; there's a photo of me with Eliane from the day I arrived," she murmured sorrowfully. "Of course, they've begun speculating about the possible names of Eliane's father."

Matteo grimaced as he took Amélie's laptop and opened it again to read whatever had upset her. He let out a couple of expressions of surprise as his eyes scrolled down that column of words whose sole purpose was to feed the morbid curiosity of others.

"What do they care about who the father is?" he complained, leaving the laptop where he had found it before.

"That's why I didn't want to bring Eliane," she whispered, visibly worried.

Their peace had lasted only four days, during which she had wondered how long it would take for the news of her return to be in the tabloids. She had tried to be as careful as possible to prevent something like that from happening, even avoiding going out with the baby at all costs.

"I have a friend at La Gazette," Matteo said, immediately taking out his phone. "I'll talk to her and see if we can get the article taken down."

"Thank you, Teo, but even if they agreed to do it, I'm sure everyone in Monaco already knows about it," she slumped back in her chair and sighed heavily. "At least Esteban's name is being mentioned."

The younger Dupont almost choked on his orange juice upon hearing that, as he was also unaware of the identity of his beloved niece's father. He had never wanted to speculate, as he believed his sister must have had a good reason for keeping it a secret.

"Esteban is Eliane's father?" he asked, astonished.

"For now..." Amélie replied.

"For now?" Matteo repeated, his mouth still full of food.

"Matteo, don't speak with your mouth full!" their mother scolded him, pinching his ribs.

"Hey!"

Amélie looked at her mother for support, and Matteo noticed the complicity in their gazes. He pointed at both of them while still coughing.

"Darling... I think if you and Eliane are going to be here for a while, it's better to tell your brother and your father who Eliane's father is," Charlotte said, taking Amélie's hand across the table. Amélie looked at her with sorrow, and her mother nodded, smiling to give her some encouragement. "If they don't know, things will only get more complicated."

Amélie knew that was true. If she maintained her facade completely, she would prevent anyone from revealing details that could let people know that Eliane was Charles' daughter. She would only be visiting for a few weeks, so as long as Charles didn't cross her path, everything would be perfectly fine.

The blonde sighed and nodded gently, shifting her gaze from her mother to her brother, who was looking at her expectantly.

"Eliane is Charles' daughter," she said simply, causing Matteo to have another coughing fit. "Oh, for God's sake..."

"You can't expect me to react any other way when you're giving me news like this," Matteo slapped his chest, trying not to choke further. "Why doesn't he know? Didn't he want to take responsibility? That idiot..."

Matteo stood up from his chair, and his mother hurried to make him sit down, gesturing for him to let Amélie speak.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked.

Amélie immediately shook her head and gathered the courage to tell the story. She couldn't help but cry, pausing from time to time to wipe her face. She told him the reasons why she had decided to leave, she told him how Arthur had been helping her, and she also told him how Esteban had agreed to help. In the end, Matteo ended up crying with his sister as he embraced her. Their mother had left them alone because it was a moment between siblings, after all, she was already aware of everything. Matteo couldn't believe that his sister had to go through all of that alone, only to now endure people pointing at her in the street, questioning her about the father of the child.

"Why don't you tell him?" the younger one asked seriously. "It's a big secret, Mellie..."

"I know, but if I had ruined his career back then, imagine now," she said through tears. "You have to understand, you see him on the track every weekend. He's at the peak of his career, and I believe he can win the championship this year. I don't want to ruin everything by suddenly showing up with a baby and asking him to be her father overnight."

Matteo pondered for a moment, knowing that what Amélie said about Charles was true. As a Formula 2 driver himself, he knew how well Charles was doing, and like Amélie, he believed that this could be Ferrari's year.

"I know that if he had to choose between you and a championship with Ferrari, he would choose you," he said.

"We don't know that, Teo."

"No, Amélie, believe me," he assured her, taking her hand. "He hasn't been the same since you left. We're not very close... But on the few occasions we've gone out partying... Charles always ends up crying your name, Mellie."

The blonde's heart stopped for a second because she had indeed seen in the gossip pages how many parties the driver attended. She had thought he was enjoying all the things he couldn't do while being with her. But now that Matteo was telling her this, she wondered how broken she must have left Charles' heart and how much he must hate her.

"Take it easy," her brother comforted her, seeing the shattered expression on her face. "Whatever will happen, will happen."

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"Do you know why I can't access any news websites?" he asked, looking at his phone as he sat down next to Pierre.

"Yeah, it's because I blocked them," he said, taking a sip of his orange juice, shrugging his shoulders.

Charles opened his eyes in surprise, puzzled by his friend's strange behavior in recent days. First, Pierre had decided it would be a good idea to spend a few days with him in Monaco, something he never did. Gasly was more of a one-day visitor, at most two, except for race week. Then, he had removed him from all the Monaco WhatsApp groups and had a serious conversation with Joris, although Charles never found out what they talked about. And now, he was blocking him from accessing the news.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" he asked, his tone serious.

"Of course," Pierre set aside his breakfast and leaned back in his chair. "We want to avoid collateral damage."

"Collateral damage? Who are 'we'?" Charles' face remained puzzled, prompting Pierre to continue speaking.

"It's about Amélie. Carlos and I want you to find out things directly from her, not through a bunch of gossip websites that have nothing better to do than talk about people's lives."

"But how am I supposed to talk to Amélie? You won't even let me go out," Charles said, picking at his fruit with his fork but not eating it. "And I don't think she wants to see me either."

Pierre narrowed his eyes and looked at him suspiciously. Charles furrowed his brow and turned his attention back to his food, feeling strangely judged by his best friend.

“Something about the way your relationship ended still doesn't sound right to me," the Frenchman declared, shaking his head. "How is it possible that your mind failed you so much that you decided to cheat on Amélie?"

Charles never told anyone the true reason for his breakup with Amélie. People in Monaco had quickly started inventing endless rumors about her, saying that she had abandoned him because she never loved him, labeling her with the worst things. Of course, he wasn't going to allow that, so he quickly spread the rumor that he had been the one who mistreated Amélie. That way, if she ever returned, no one would point fingers at her in a negative way.

"Men are stupid," he shrugged, not lifting his gaze from his plate.

"Yes, but you're smart and sentimental enough to do that to the love of your life. You idolized Amélie, you treated her like a treasure."

“But I was stupid," he raised his voice, and Pierre understood that he should drop the subject. "What is it that I can't know, according to you guys?"

“Charles...”

“Does she have a boyfriend? Is she married? Tell me!”

“No! That's precisely why we don't want you to see things on the internet," Gasly complained. "You get all worked up."

“Who gets all worked up?” Max's voice came from behind Charles, and the Dutchman placed a hand on his shoulder, earning a half-hearted smile from the Ferrari driver.

“Charles, when he hears Amélie's name.”

Max looked at Pierre, surely he had also read the article about Amélie's return to Monaco. That's why Pierre made a gesture to let Verstappen know that he shouldn't talk about it.

“Max, Pierre is being completely irrational. He blocked the news websites so I wouldn't know anything about her," he complained like a little child accusing his brother. "Is there something I should know? It seems important if you want to hide it from me so much.

“Baseless rumors," Max shrugged as he called over one of the waitresses at the club. "But I'm with him on this, it's a... sensitive topic.

“Don't say that, it will only make him more anxious" Pierre said as if it were obvious, and Max rolled his eyes.

“I'm right here, don't talk about me as if I were a baby”

Max chuckled at the mention of that word, and Pierre discreetly hit him under the table.

“Well, I'm not in the mood to put up with this today," the Monegasque finally said, getting up from the table. "Let me know when you stop acting like two idiots”

“Sure, let me know when you've gotten over Amélie," Pierre teased harmlessly as Charles walked away.

Leclerc stopped a few meters ahead and returned to the table under the watchful gaze of both drivers.

"If you see Amélie, let me know too," he said sorrowfully, and then left before they could say anything to him.

"He's a fucking mess," Verstappen muttered as he watched him walk away.

"Yeah, he definitely is."

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The winter in Monaco was not ruthless, but one couldn't stay outside all the time like in the summer. After a while, the cold started to seep into the bones, and the wind blew stronger, especially in the Dupont's house, which was located in a higher area, making the air feel even chillier than in other parts of the principality.

It wasn't that Amélie wasn't prepared for the cold because she knew Monaco well. However, when one becomes a mother, they tend to put themselves as the last priority. For Amélie, it was more important to ensure that Eliane had warm clothing before going out in the cold weather, even if it was just for a few seconds. In her haste to get Eliane ready, she often completely forgot to bundle up herself. She would simply grab the first sweater she could find, without paying much attention to its effectiveness.

"Come on, Eli, it's very cold out here" the blonde complained as she adjusted her sweater.

The little girl searched behind the bushes for the small animal that had been inside the house all morning but now seemed to want to escape from the child.

"Where cat?" she asked, looking at her mom. It seemed like she had given up on trying to find it herself and it was time to call the one who knew everything.

"The cat has already gone back home, and we should do the same, or we'll get sick," her mother pleaded in the sweetest way she could.

"I want pet" the younger one complained, looking around for any sign of the animal. "Pet, Mommy."

"Perhaps the cat doesn't want to be petted right now," she finally said, approaching her to take her hand.

"Why?"

Amélie chuckled; it was only a matter of time before Eliane started questioning everything, regardless of the answer she gave, the little girl would always have another question.

"Because he's in a bad mood," she replied, gently tugging at her hand, internally grateful that Eliane started walking.

"Why?" came the persistent question.

"Because cats can also be in a bad mood, just like you when you're hungry," she mentioned, and the girl stared at her intently, eliciting a giggle. "We shouldn't bother them when they..."

The girl quickly let go of her hand and ran towards the entrance of the house. Amélie immediately looked up to see what had caught her little one's attention.

She wasn't surprised to see the younger Leclerc holding slices of cake in one hand and balloons in the other—a giant daisy flower with a smiling face and a transparent one that said "Welcome Home," with smaller yellow balloons inside.

"ThurThur!" the girl exclaimed, running towards her uncle. Amélie followed closely behind. "Up up!" she said, raising her arms towards him.

Arthur didn't hesitate to entrust his things to Amélie as he lifted the girl and embraced her.

"Thank you?" Amélie murmured, looking at the items.

"How are you, beautiful?" he asked, planting a kiss on her cheek. The girl giggled and nestled into his neck. He then turned to look at Amélie. "Oh, you're here too."

"Rude," Arthur burst into laughter and approached Amélie to greet her with a kiss on the cheek. "What's all this?"

"I wanted to welcome you," he shrugged, stroking his niece's back. "The balloons are for Eliane, and the tiramisu is for you."

Amélie smiled, touched by Arthur's thoughtfulness. It had been too easy for her to consider him a part of her family after he left Monaco. She held a great affection for Arthur and mentally punished herself whenever she had the chance, knowing that he was in a difficult situation because of her. But it also warmed her heart to see Arthur treat her niece as if she were his own daughter.

"I also wanted to ask if we can take Eli out for a walk," Amélie immediately tensed up. "Charles will be at the club until late tonight."

"Arthur, I don't want people to see us together and start speculating that you're also Eliane's father," she nervously requested. "And for some reason, I don't want us to run into him."

"I promise he won't be around. We can go to Princesse Antoinette Park. There won't be many people, and Charles doesn't visit that park often," Arthur suggested.

"Arthur..."

"Please, Amélie, Eliane deserves to know her home," Arthur pleaded. Amélie was about to argue when Arthur spoke again, "I don't mean Milan with its many buildings. I mean her true home."

She didn't know if it was worth taking such a risk. She had spent all this time keeping Eliane as far away as possible from the curious gazes of people, and now she was contemplating risking it all for a few minutes of entertainment.

"Mellie," her brother's voice called her attention. "Elie can't continue living in seclusion. She can't come to the place where her mom was happiest and stay locked up in the house all day."

Arthur looked at her brother gratefully, and he nodded gently.

"Teo..."

"We have an escape plan. Everything will be fine."

"we go?" Eliane asked, looking at her two uncles.

Amélie sighed heavily and nodded her head gently.

"Okay..."

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He didn't know why he ended up there. He supposed it was because of his search for tranquility, the desire to be away from everyone for a moment. He felt frustrated because the conversation he had with Pierre a couple of hours ago had left him with many unanswered questions wandering in his mind. They were definitely hiding something big from him, and not knowing what they were referring to made him overthink everything.

Could Amélie be married? Could she have a boyfriend?

Just thinking about it made his stomach churn. The thought that he hadn't been good enough for her shattered his soul. Because it didn't matter if others saw him as insignificant, as long as he was enough for Amélie, everything was fine. But when he ceased to be enough for her, it felt like ten buckets of cold water were being poured over him, one after another. Suddenly, Charles Leclerc was no longer the confident guy who raced for Sauber.

He had been fine for a while, trying to convince himself that everything was okay and that maybe it was for the best. But over time, depression and anxiety attacks became more constant, and being good on the track wasn't enough because he knew that everyone out there loved him for the victories he could achieve, for how high he could elevate the name of his team. They didn't really care about Charles Leclerc; they only cared about il predestinato.

Far from all the suffering he went through with Amélie's departure, Charles only wished for her happiness. He knew she had achieved her dream because he had read about her work in the news, so he hoped that being apart from him had been beneficial for her, that she had a good life, and of course, he hoped to see her again. Charles held onto the hope that, upon seeing her again, the feelings would resurface. Perhaps he had watched too many romantic movies, perhaps he was clinging to something impossible, but being with Amélie always felt like the most beautiful romantic movie. So why not indulge in the illusion of a fairytale ending?

He adjusted his beanie over his ears as a gust of wind blew in. The temperature was dropping rapidly, so he probably wouldn't stay in that place for long. He would just appreciate the view a little longer and then leave.

He sighed deeply, crossing his arms to seek more warmth.

"Come, kitty, come."

The little voice made Charles turn his head, and there he found a small girl. She was wearing a brown overall over a gray sweatshirt, white shoes, and a matching hat, with a few strands of blonde hair peeking out. The Ferrari driver smiled at how curious she looked as she chased after a white cat that seemed to be playing with her.

He looked at her for a moment, feeling touched by the scene, then he snapped out of it and realized there was no one near the girl. He looked around and couldn't find any adult who seemed to be looking for her.

The cat ran between Charles' feet, quickly darting through the bushes that separated the park from the streets below. The girl ran after it, and Charles instinctively stopped her.

"Cat running!" she exclaimed, pointing at the animal as it leaped far away from there.

The racing driver's heart raced, and he took a moment to recover from the momentary fright.

"Come on! Cat!"

"We can't go there, ma jolie," he said gently as he lifted her off the ground. "Look, it's very high," he pointed downwards.

"Why?" she asked, looking at him intently, trying to figure out where she recognized the man's face from, as she was sure she had seen him before.

"If you go there, you can get hurt," he explained kindly. "Where is your mom?"

The girl then seemed to become aware of her mother's absence and started looking around, her little chest rising and falling quickly as she desperately searched. Her eyes became watery, and her hands started trembling.

"Calm down, sweetheart, we'll find your mom and...

"Eliane!"

The woman came running and practically snatched the girl from Charles' arms. He didn't blame her; if he were a father, he would have reacted the same way.

"She was chasing a cat and almost ran over there," the Ferrari driver explained.

The girl's mother was squatting down, examining her daughter from head to toe while muttering several curses in Italian.

"Don't worry, she's fine. I stopped her in time."

"You have no idea how grateful I ..."

The woman lifted her face, and both she and Charles were petrified.

It was her, it was Amélie, his Amélie.

His heart raced, and he felt his head spinning. It was as if the blood in his body had decided to abandon him at that very moment. A dreadful tingling sensation ran through him from head to toe, and his eyes began to fill with tears.

He couldn't believe that she was standing in front of him after all this time. He never thought he would see her again, let alone this close. For a moment, he wondered if he had started drinking again and was dreaming. He wondered if he had finally gone crazy and was hallucinating her.

"Charles..."

It was the sound of her voice that made him realize that this was real. He knew it because, much to his dismay, Charles knew he was forgetting how her voice sounded. He no longer dreamed of the sound of her voice. But now that he heard it again, it was as if it had never stopped. It was like a melody in a music box, waiting for someone to wind it up and work its magic once more.

"Ma petite lune..."

Next: chapter 3.

[wonderingsoftly]

big feeding chapter again with some belly talk...basically anytime alex hits a big milestone, he gets stuffed full! but how could mellie resist? he's the perfect feedee for her.

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Chapter 4 - Celebration

Mellie woke up the next morning to sunlight streaming through the window in her enormous new room. The night before seemed like a dream until she looked at the fancy canopy above the gigantic bed she was in.

The way she helped Alex up the stairs and into his bed…the gentle kiss he placed on her hand as she tucked him in…

What a strange new life. But it was already wonderful.

She hopped out of bed, smoothing her pajamas and yawning. She walked out of her room, trying to listen for any sign of Alex.

Mellie carefully opened Alex's door, finding him still asleep in bed. His belly had shrunk back down to almost its usual size and Mellie saw a content smile on his face. She would have to remedy that small stomach.

Time to get breakfast ready.

Mellie threw herself into preparing what she hoped would be a big enough breakfast for Alex. He certainly was an inhumanly big eater, but that made it fun too. She got to watch his content face for longer…

Pancakes were now piled up high on the counter, scrambled eggs piling next. Mellie wondered what else would work? It would probably help if it was a little greasier, sausages?

“Oh man, Mellie…how do I give you a raise?” Alex asked in amazement. Mellie turned to see him walking into the kitchen, no shirt and a pair of black sweatpants on and she smiled. He seemed just a touch less bony than the night before.

“Good morning,” she replied, sing-songy.

Alex took a pancake in his hands and began munching, intently watching Mellie with a smile.

She poured the pan of eggs onto the top of another plate. “I’d say you’ll spoil your appetite, but that's not entirely possible, is it?”

Alex simply gave her a goofy smile as he kept munching.

“I need to start planning your snacks too…how big do you want to get, actually?”

“I want to hit 350 at least…but I’m willing to go bigger,” Alex said, starting to blush.

“350, huh…?” Mellie tried to imagine Alex getting heavier. She had an idea of what his belly would look like, but the rest of him was still unknown.

“I am pretty hungry, if you want to start…maybe we can go get some more after if I'm not full enough?” Alex hummed, walking over to Mellie.

“Sounds like a plan,” she replied, eager to hear his happy moans again.

Alex and Mellie settled into this routine, Mellie gorging Alex regularly and then helping him to someplace comfortable to rest and digest his meal. They would plan their next outings for meals or where to stock up on groceries for the week, or simply sit together while Alex napped and Mellie would read, or wander the huge house, planning out decorations in her mind.

She made sure to take a picture of the two of them together before she helped Alex inhale the start of his breakfast the first morning. She wanted to make sure they would be able to track his progress.

Mellie often daydreamed about Alex’s bony limbs and torso softening up, her grabbing and squeezing his developing chub, making him laugh and moan. She relished the feeling of his full belly after every meal, becoming more and more courageous and letting her hands linger for longer and longer.

She eventually found herself looking for advice on gaining weight online, lurking forums and chatrooms. She wasn’t sure how accurate the advice would be when applied to a demon, but she figured it wouldn’t hurt to try. Alex’s funds were bottomless, and he gave Mellie permission to buy whatever she needed. She didn’t care to ask where a demon’s money came from, only grateful that it allowed her to have a place to live, food to eat, and company to talk to (and fatten up.)

A few months had passed and Mellie began to notice the way Alex’s middle was more pronounced, more round. His chest had also begun to fill out, and his jeans seemed a little tighter in the thighs. His face even seemed softer, his chin not nearly as defined as before.

Alex seemed to notice this as well, grinning widely as Mellie examined him one morning at his behest.

“It’s working,” he said excitedly. “I weighed myself this morning and the scale said 187 pounds.”

“27 pounds in about three months? Not bad, not bad!” Mellie replied with a smile, Alex’s excitement becoming contagious. Perhaps those tips she picked up were actually working on him. “How do those pants feel, though?”

Alex continued to grin. “I actually had to move up a size. so these feel nice, but my old ones…they don’t button comfortably anymore.”

“It suits you, you know,” Mellie said with pride. “That little belly of yours.”

This made Alex blush, and he rubbed his neck with a sheepish grin.

“Let’s go celebrate, then.”

Mellie smiled and tilted her head to the side. “A celebration, huh? It has been a while since we’ve gone out to eat, hasn’t it? Makes it a little hard to feed you to bursting, but…I’m willing to try if you are.”

Alex seemed to vibrate in place, excited at the idea. Mellie felt a bit nervous after realizing what she had just suggested, but Alex’s big, dark, doe eyes made it impossible to backtrack.

“How about the italian place we first ate at together?” he asked eagerly.

“Carbs and cream…perfect to put some more meat on those bones. Hopefully I don’t get you stuck in the booth…” Mellie trailed off, earnestly scratching at her chin. However, the longer she thought of Alex being pinned by his impossibly full and huge belly, the more excited she got. She looked up at Alex, who seemed to be just as excited as she was at the idea.

“Dinner, then? Or lunch?” Alex asked, doing his best but failing a bit to contain his enthusiasm.

Mellie giggled. “How about lunch? I’d take you for breakfast if I could, but they’re not open yet, right? Plus the service might be a little more relaxed if there’s less people. More focus on your food.”

“Sounds perfect. And in the meantime…” Alex looked curiously at the kitchen.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of breakfast ready for you and those bigger pants of yours.”

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Alex and Mellie were greeted by the hostess with excitement, saying that Alex was missed.

“Oh, got a new job and I’m working from home! Finally got a chance to celebrate and I’m bringing a friend,” Alex replied nonchalantly, giving a knowing look to Mellie by his side.

Mellie did her best not to roll her eyes affectionately at Alex’s explanation. He wasn't wrong per se…

They were settled into a big booth near the corner or the restaurant, at Alex's request. The lunch rush wasn't too much of a rush today, and Mellie and Alex had almost total privacy.

She was actually boxed in by Alex in the booth, sitting next to the wall. She made note of how much space remained between his stomach, still a little distended from breakfast, and the table.

She briefly indulged the thought of Alex’s belly pinning him into the booth, firm and round, which then gave way to thoughts of him being so huge he struggled to get into the booth in the first place…

Mellie’s daydreams were interrupted by the waitress who served them before. she was almost overjoyed to see them again.

Everyone's excitement and happiness seemed to be making Mellie nervous. It was one thing to stuff Alex full at home, but now they were in public. She told herself that if she got too uncomfortable, she'd ask Alex to box everything up and they could finish at home.

But…there was something undeniably tantalizing about doing this in public.

Alex put in his gargantuan order and Mellie placed her small one. Mellie took a deep breath, trying to set aside her nerves.

“It’s just you and me, okay?” Alex said, placing a hand on Mellie’s. “Just enjoy yourself…don't overthink it.”

His magic words. Mellie’s fear seemed to melt a bit at Alex’s urging. She couldn't help but get lost in his eyes. He wanted this. So did she, honestly, but Alex seemed to have no worries about the people around. Was it because he was a demon? Or was his desire to gorge more powerful than any shame he might have had?

She couldn't ponder for very long once the waitress brought out the two baskets of fluffy breadsticks. Alex already began to drool, staring intently at them.

Mellie smiled and let out a small laugh, quickly grabbing a buttery breadstick and holding it to Alex’s lips. He hungrily took it all into his mouth, letting out a quiet, happy moan.

“Taste good?” Mellie asked, grabbing another.

“Better than they ever have,” he replied, his voice muffled by the food. “Keep them coming.”

And Mellie began falling into her trance, though she was trying to maintain a little more control and listen to Alex’s pleased moans.

Breadstick after breadstick passed Alex's lips and Mellie saw his stomach already starting to swell out. Before she knew it, the baskets were empty and Alex gave her a satisfied smile.

“A good start,” he said quietly and proudly, patting his stomach. “Hope you’re ready to move fast though…I can smell the orders in the kitchen.”

Mellie felt a shiver run down her spine. She gave him a determined smile, making him chuckle.

The first wave of plates full of pasta and creamy sauces arrived and Mellie quickly got to work. she lifted the first forkful of food to his lips and he took it gratefully.

And in a flash, the first plate was empty and Mellie moved to feed him from the next.

Alex’s quiet, pleased moans only encouraged Mellie to go faster, which in turn caused her to draw even more moans from him.

Mellie hadn't even noticed the waitress quietly coming back and forth from the kitchen and leaving plates of food and taking the empty ones. All she could focus on was Alex and his pleasure.

She glanced down at his belly, starting to distend over the waistline of his pants. he tried adjusting himself, letting out a little grunt.

“Getting tight?” Mellie whispered mischievously, feeding him another forkful of food.

“Mmhmm…” Alex hummed, smiling as he chewed. “Still plenty of room for more though.”

A few more plates emptied and were replaced with full ones, the waitress giving them notice that these were the final dishes, and Mellie noticed Alex’s belly was quite round and swollen now. he was turned more toward her in the booth, so she wasn't sure how close to the table it was now. She felt like it should have been bigger.

Alex’s breathing became labored and he clumsily reached for the button of his jeans. With an almost audible noise, he undid the button and his belly rolled further toward his lap. He let out a relieved groan and tenderly rubbed his stomach.

That's the size Mellie was expecting. She smiled, giving his belly a soft rub and then offering him more food.

“Lsst leg,” Mellie cooed.

Alex exhaled before resuming his pace. Mellie kept her hand on his round, taut belly. She slowly moved her hand down to the hem of his shirt while he chewed and she delicately slipped her fingers underneath and onto his skin.

He shivered at the sensation, making his belly slightly wobble.

Mellie began to rub long circles on the taut, firm mound that was his stomach. Alex did his best to restrain the moan that followed, still taking another forkful of food from Mellie.

“I’m…starting to feel full…” Alex groaned. He tried leaning back a bit to relieve any pressure on his stomach. Mellie’s rub turned into a massage and he moaned. A low burp escaped his mouth as Mellie pressed a little harder.

“Aw, but it's our celebration…” Mellie played up a quiet whine, still kneading his tight belly. “You’ve got to have enough room for the rest…?”

“M-maybe…” he worked to stifle another moan.

“Just think…all this,” Mellie said with a gentle squeeze of his belly. “Will digest and you’ll get bigger…your 27 pounds will easily become 50…Come on, i know there's room.”

Mellie was a bit surprised at herself, speaking so freely about his gains, but she was too deep in it now to deny how much she wanted to see him fatter.

“I know you want it too…” she ended with a long sigh, rubbing his belly.

“I do,” he panted. “Please don't stop… let's keep celebrating.”

Mellie grinned. “Attaboy.”

She helped him polish off the rest of the plates and happily set down the fork.

Alex’s breathing was heavy as he rubbed his immensely full belly, a look of tired pleasure on his face.

“Any dessert today?” the waitress asked with a curious smile.

Alex was about to respond when Mellie piped up.

“Yeah, two slices of cheesecake,” she said with a smile.

Alex let out a little moan as he looked at Mellie with a bit of a pleading stare. Mellie simply nodded at the waitress and discreetly rubbed Alex’s belly.

“What's a celebration without dessert?” She asked with a pat.

“I’m guessing…both of those are for me…?”

Mellie’s smile turned mischievous again. “Good guess.”

Alex let out a quiet burp and a sigh after.

“You're really…into this.” he smiled, tapping Mellie’s arm with his knuckle.

“How could i not be…?” she said with a pleased sigh, looking at his belly. “Sit facing the table, i’m curious about something.”

Alex chuckled and slowly turned himself, his belly wobbling. He still had some way to go before he reached the edge of the table with his round stomach, but he was still impressively bloated and Mellie held in an excited giggle.

“Look at you…” she whispered, running a hand over his belly. “And maybe one day you’ll look like this all the time…”

“At the rate you feed me, I don't doubt it,” Alex moaned happily, placing his hands on either side of his stomach.

“Two cheesecakes,” the waitress said quietly, as if she was trying to avoid intruding on them. Mellie and Alex looked at her and smiled. She smiled back and left.

“Two cheesecakes,” Mellie cooed, grabbing the new clean fork.

Alex exhaled and smiled. “Finish me off.”

The cheesecake slices were quickly demolished, Alex’s pace pleasantly surprising Mellie.

“Ugh…not sure if i can move,” Alex said with a moan. “Good celebration.”

Mellie was entranced by his belly, taut and round. She wanted to rub her hands all over it, but their corner of the restaurant was a little too public now.

“Let's get you home and comfortable.”

The waitress brought the check and Alex paid, doing what he could to try and obscure his globe of a stomach.

He grunted quietly as he shuffled himself out of the booth, his belly bumping the table and making it rattle.

“Hm…” he moaned, tenderly grabbing his belly.

As he stood, his stomach wasn't nearly as noticeable, but he half waddled to the exit.

They got home quickly and Mellie helped him to the couch, his stomach slightly deflated.

“Their food is extra delicious when you're feeding me, you know,” Alex sighed as Mellie covered him with a blanket. He was reclined, his hands absently patting his belly.

“Let me get some snacks for you. our celebration has only just started, you know,” Mellie said cheerfully. “Seeing your belly so big has inspired me…I gotta get the rest of you to match.”

She sat next to him, tenderly caressing his stomach, drawing a moaning sigh from Alex.

Alex leaned his head back further, his eyes closed and a goofy smile on his face. “You’re too good to me, Mellie.”

Mellie gave him a little pat before walking to the kitchen. her heart was pounding in her ears as she tried to memorize the feeling of his warm, taut skin on her hands.

She shook her head, choosing to focus on getting Alex his next treat and eventual meal. She had a job to do.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

hello can i ask for a Hades x Qin shi Huang x Male!reader

that is the reincarnation of the very first king and emperor in human history[don't ask me how his Both so just pretend😍✨]

[at first i didn't want to do This request because someone already requested something similar to this :') and this request is very VERY long sooo…you can take your time]

so like Before Ragnarok qin shi Huang and hades had been in a ploy relationship with the m!reader who let's just say got in to Valhalla for Saving people from a fire or something like that?

the m!reader would have been very shy and didn't have a lot of confidence and would be a scaredy cat sometimes…

so when Ragnarok was announced m!reader was almost in tears finding out that his two lovers are fighting to the Death…[but it ends in a tie Don't worry]

as this was happening akaiju[one of my oc's if you don't mind :>]the embodiment of Darkness and the king of inferno would randomly join Ragnarok to the surprise of everyone as he was more powerful then any of them combined]

[at first the gods we're scared but after finding out that akaiju was also fighting for the destruction of humanity They were quick to roar in happiness and victory knowing this would be a victory and humanity lost a little more hope]{spoilers the gods don't win💞💅}

[while this was going on Brunhilda found out that the soul of the first king and emperor was in m!reader which meant he was the reincarnation of the king and emperor so she went to him so she can possibly return his previous memories back as he is the only hope]

[at first m!reader was hesitant at first but after a while he agreed because he didn't want him,qin shi Huang,his friends[which are the other fighters]and the rest of humanity to get erased]

[so Brunhilda led him to a room with a large simbol that was on the floor surrounded by pillars]

[m!reader stepped in the large circle and after Brunhilda said the chants m!reader felt a large wave of energy hit him like lightning as his Body glowed bright]

after the transformation he now looked like this:

front:

Back:

[yes he is wearing a Blindfold because why not? and yes his claws are attached to his gloves and as well as the fabric and yes he has a snake tattoo on his face and around his Body and yes he is wearing heels😍💅]

[and he does use his claws to attack or inflict damage on his opponent]

and for his weapon would be a snyth like this :>

[all art Done by me of course💅✨]

[by the way m!reader would have transformed after qin shi Huang and hades fight so they're Both tired and they don't look for m!reader because they know m!reader doesn't know direction and just thought he was lost trying to look for them]

[and when akaiju and m!reader are being introduced it would be kinda like this]

The announcer[i forgot his name💀]: LADY AND GENTLEMEN GODS & Goddess ROUND[you choose] HAS BEGUN!!!

ON THE GODS SIDE

THE DARKNESS THAT CONSUMS EVERY CORNER OF ALL THINGS

THE ONE WHO RULES THE VERY INFERNO!!

THE ONE WHO FEEDS OFF YOUR FEAR!!!

MEET AKAIJUUU!!!!

THE EMBODIMENT OF DARKNESS AND THE KING OF INFERNO!!

[There entered akaiju holding his of weapon choice which was a sphere with Sharp Bat wings as a second blade his hair was long tied into a messy large ponytail[like kokushibo From demon slayer] with his horns outlined with Crimson red his attire was the same color black and crimson red as his outfit was be covered by his cape but you could see his marks on his arms because they we're sleeveless his nails were sharp as kinfes]

[for m!reader]

The announcer[i forgot his name💀]:

ALRIGHT ON HUMANITY'S SIDE!

MEET THE MAN WHO CHANGED HISTORY FOREVER

THE MAN WHO WAS THOUGH TO BE A MYTH!

THE MAN WHO WAS THERE FROM THE VERY BEING OF KINGDOMS & EMPIRE'S AND LIVED BEFORE PRE-RECORD HISTORY!

LADY'S AND GENTLEMAN MEET THE FIRST KING & EMPEROR IN HUMAN HISTORY

M!Y/N!!

[Every one looked at the entrance to see you not there?]

The announcer[i forgot his name 💀]: uhh whare is h-

[Before he could finishe his sentence a large monster had Been thrown from the inside and made a hole in the wall there

M!reader emerg walking out of the hole holding his trusty snyth]

M!reader:my my~i seemed to be late~ my apology!~

[One of the guard or bystandard looked in the large hole to see hundreds of different warriors and monsters knocked out cold as m!reader defeated all of them but the guard or bystandard was more shocked because

m!reader didn't even have a scratch on him!?]

[as the fight was about to start qin shi Huang and hades didn't realize that it was m!reader

cus he looked way different and he has a Blindfold and so when they heard his name they thought it was just a coincidence]

how they're fight would kinda go:

[Akaiju attacked m!reader first with a powerful attack but m!reader manage to block it but he still got thrown on one of the arena walls which broke in impact]

[he sat up from the attack as he feels blood run down his face he put his hand to his face and touched it before looking at his hand seeing blood but instead of being scared or worried he smiled brightly as he wanted a good fair fight]

m!reader:my my! What a powerful attack say you won't mind if i return the favor?~

[as m!reader swang his snyth at akaiju also making Black spikes appear as it hit akaiju also making him crash to the wall with more impact]

[after a few minutes akaiju manage to hit m!reader in the face cutting his blindfold in the face as the blindfold fell off everyone could see his eyes which were Beautiful…his eyes we're a beautiful golden yellow as his pupil looked like a snake but with a Black star behind it outlined with white as it almost look like it glowed and also revealing who he was]

[m!reader usually wore a blindfold because he rely more on his sentences than his site but by now using his eyes which had a special ability which he he could see his opponents weak spot and next move but it was still a little hard because Both of him and Akaiju are very injured]

[qin shi Huang and hades on the other hand despite being heavily injured wanted to run in the arena to get you out of there not wanting to loss you but there's was nothing they could do as the round already started]

[In the middle of the fight, Akaiju randomly asked m!reader, "tell me mortal…What makes someone a king/emperor?"

m!reader chuckled at the question, Before He answered"A king/emperor is the one who leads his people with grace and wisdom. He is the one who guides them in times of joy and sorrow, the one who inspires hope, and the one who inspires loyalty and devotion. A king/emperor is the one who serves his people with humility and cares for them like a father cares for his children.he continues]

"A king/emperor is the one who cares for his kingdom and people. He is the one who will do anything to make his people happy, who will sacrifice his life for his people.the one who there people truly consider there king/emperor as Without a king, the people are lost and directionless. But with a king/emperor, the people can achieve greatness and fulfill their potential. It is the duty of a king/emperor to protect his kingdom and its people, and lead them to a brighter future

…as The title of king/emperor is to be earned, not given.as a king/emperor is nothing without his people and his people are nothing without him…And if you claim yourself to be a king/emperor, without your people,you are no such king/emperor, only a fool…]

[Humanity looked at king/emperor in awe of his wisdom as they're determination grows more]

[Both started to fight more harder both using they're most powerful attack…after a few more minutes

m!reader manage to dodge one of his powerful attacks and swang his snyth cutting akaiju chest as akaiju fell back

And after a few seconds akaiju stood up as m!reader prepared to fight again but akaiju Drop his weapon and looked at m!reader as he slowly faded away]

Akaiju:it was an honor to fight with someone like you and I want to thank you…for this fight

[there fight would end like this

The announcer(i forgot his name im sorry😢]:ROUND [you choose] HAS BEEN CONCLUDED THE WINNER IS M!Y/N!!

ROUND [you choose]:

M!reader or y/n vs akaiju

Time:45 minutes and 28 seconds

Dealing blow:king's heavenly cut

Winner:y/n or m!reader the first king and emperor in human history

[and yes there fight would be the longest]

[all the gods and humans looked at m!reader in shocked that he actually defeated someone so much more powerful then all the gods!?]

[and so how would qin shi Huang and hades react to his reveal ,fight ,speech ,and new look especially how they would react to seeing there extremely shy self-conscious scaredy cat Boyfriend/husband,now being the most cocky, confident,arrogant,prideful,

flirtiest,and

unserious man they have ever met, that would not be afraid to put anyone back in there place…[and maybe sneak in some of the human fighter's and God's reaction if possible 💞]

[P.S: if your reading this i want to say thank so much for taking the time out of your day to read my request and i appreciate it alot💕💕

and im SO sorry that this request is so Damn long😭💞you can take all the time in the world as there's no need to rush cus i know hard it is to write as i used to write some stoys on Wattpad lol.💞]

Hello my dear one- this was quite the adventure to read! This is very creative and very detailed, but that's the thing, you've basically just wrote this beautiful request out from start to finish with all the details to include in this request.

Please forgive me, but as you have already done the hard part in writing this beautiful piece, I will not be adding to it.

I apologize.

[vintagepresley]

68' Comeback Special.. Part 10.2

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 8,822 words

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Fluff, time jump, talks of pregnancy, talks of pregnancy complications, postpartum depression, oral (f and m receiving), titty fucking, mommy/daddy kink, heavy on the mommy kink, pregnancy fetish, dirty talking/tiny bit of babytalk, typical Elvis stuff, etc.

Author's Notes: THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE END. I just want to say thank you so much to everyone who's enjoyed this series and who's given me such positive feedback. This originally 3 part fic really turned into something more and I'm so glad I decided to continue it for you guys. I hope you enjoy this last part and I'm sorry it's so long. I can't wait to start on the next series and I hope you love it just as much. Thanks again!!! Possible spelling errors. (side note: if you'd like to read little blurbs about Elvis and Ada please feel free to send a request!)

A million years it seems have gone by since we shared our dreams...

You had been in the hospital for a nearly a week and the doctor had prescribed you antibiotics just to ensure that your infection wouldn’t come back. But overall, you seemed to be doing okay, other than the fact that you had begun to experience postpartum depression, Elvis didn’t understand what was wrong at first, but you were not yourself and the only time you were happy was when you were with Ada. The doctor had explained to Elvis that what you were experiencing was normal, but with you being new mother and young one at that there was no telling how long you would be experiencing this. Elvis did his best though to be there, he made good on his promise and had not left your side in the hospital prompting the orderlies to bring in another bed just for Elvis. Even though he couldn’t understand what you were going through, he was going to do whatever he needed to do to make you happy and be there for you. As far as your new little baby, she was doing better than she had been over the course of a few days. Her breathing had gotten better, but they wanted to continue to keep her for observation, but you and Elvis never missed a moment to go down and see her. Sometimes she would even be brought to your room something that the nurses thought would cheer you up even more just having her near you. Your parents and Vernon had been to the hospital a few times to come by and see her and you would try your best to be happy, but you just felt sad, hopeless, and tired. But back in those days no one ever spoke about being depressed or even really knew what it was, but you certainly felt that way.

The next day when you woke up rolling over to see Elvis by your side in his own bed already awake and watching tv, he smiled at you. “Good morning, little one.” He said softly. You gave him a small smile. “Morning.” You mumbled. “I’m going to let the nurses know you’re up, one of them came in about 20 minutes ago, they want you to try to feed Ada.” He nodded as he climbed out of his bed and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Okay..” you nodded slowly, smiling because you knew she’d be the thing to make you happy even if for a moment. Elvis let out a soft sigh as he headed out to tell one of the nurses you were awake and then he came back into the room, sitting down in the chair beside your bed. “They’ll be back with her in a few minutes.” He nodded. You slowly sat up in the bed and letting out a soft groan. Your stitches were slowly heeling but you were still in a lot of pain. “Can I get you anything, baby?” Elvis asked. “Can you help me to the bathroom, honey?” you asked. He nodded. “Of course.” He said softly with a smile, and he got up and helped you out of bed and into the bathroom, he shut the door and stood by it so he would be able to help you back into bed. Once you had finished in the bathroom, he helped you back in bed and suddenly a nurse was coming into the room and your face lit up when you saw her rolling Ada inside her little incubator. Since she didn’t have any of her clothes the hospital had her dressed in some of their own little onesies they had for the babies. Elvis smiled when he saw her, she was such a happy baby. “What if she doesn’t latch on?” you asked the nurse a bit worried. “Then we’ll just get her a bottle, hun. But it is better for them to be breastfed, so we’ll keep trying if she doesn’t today.” The nurse said. You nodded watching as they carefully scooped her out of the tiny incubator, swaddling her in a blanket and carefully placing her into your arms, she brought you so much happiness it felt unreal.

Elvis smiled as he looked on and seeing those blue eyes of her that looked just like his and he watched as the nurses talked you through everything and you slowly unclasped top left side of your hospital gown and tugging it down until your breast was revealed and you followed the nurse’s instructions and carefully trying to get her to latch onto your nipple and after a few tries she finally did and you smiled widely and a soft groan escaping you because it was kind of painful but you were relieved to see her eating. “Good job! I’ll leave you to it and I’ll be back to check on ya.” nurse says as she headed out and closed the door behind her. You nodded slowly as you looked back down at Ada, lightly brushing the little strands of hair on her head. Elvis smiled watching the two of you before he turned his attention back to the television. You couldn’t keep your eyes off her, brushing your index finger against her tiny cheek and catching glimpses of her little blue eyes whenever she opened them. She was perfect. There was a knock at the door and Elvis got up to answer it, seeing that it was the doctor. “How are we doing today, Mr and Mrs. Presley?” he asked. “We’re good, doc.” Elvis responded. You glanced up at him and nodded in agreement. “Very good.” You mumbled. “I’m glad to hear it because I have good news. We will be discharging you tomorrow, so you’ll be free to go home.” The doctor said. “That’s great!” Elvis said excitedly. You furrowed your brow a bit because he didn’t say anything about Ada. “What about Ada? Does she get to go home as well?” you asked.

The doctor let out a soft sigh. “Unfortunately, we cannot send her home with you yet. We want to make sure she is healthy enough first. She seems to be doing fine, but we just want to take that extra precaution.” He responded. “N-No… I’m not going anywhere if she can’t go too. I-I won’t leave without her.” You said frantically. Elvis sat by your side now. “Baby, we can always come and visit her every day.” Elvis reassured you. “No! I don’t want to leave her. I don’t want to go!” you shouted, causing Ada to fuss a bit and you rocked her gently, calmly trying to soothe her and get her to continue eating. Elvis inhaled sharply as he got up from the bed. “Can you give us a minute, doctor?” he asked. The doctor nodded and headed out. Elvis turned to you with a furrowed brow. “Baby.” he says softly. “Elvis, please... I-I don’t want to leave her here alone.” You began to cry hysterically. “Please don’t make me leave her... C-Can’t you do something?” you asked as you tried to wipe some of your tears, sniffling softly. He hated to see you this way especially after going through so much already and he knew there would be no way to get you to leave this hospital if Ada wasn’t going as well. “Okay, little one, okay, let me talk to the doctor. I’ll see what I can do.” Elvis said softly as he walked over to you, wiping your streaming tears and he kissed your cheek and little Ada’s head. A small smile on your lips and you nodded at his words, watching as he walked out of the room to find the doctor again. You looked down at Ada with tearful eyes, she had calmed down and was quietly eating. You wiped your tears and slowly stroked her the soft little hairs on her head very delicately. “Daddy’s going to figure it all out for us. He always does. I won’t leave you; I promise.” You whispered to her as you leaned down to kiss her forehead.

Elvis was speaking with the doctor right outside your door, explaining to him that he doesn’t want to take a room away from someone who may really need it. But that there was no way he was going to get you to leave. He explained if there was some other room or anything he’d be willing to pay or even give the hospital a hefty donation. He was worried out of his mind about you, he’d never seen you this way and he would hate to take you back to your parents’ house while Ada was here and you going out of your mind worried for her. You were beginning to scare him because some days you wouldn’t even get out of the hospital bed, and it was Ada that could always get you up or put a smile on your face. So, taking the chance to separate you from her was one he was not willing to do. He’d give them every penny he had if it meant making you happy. But the doctor felt for him, for both of you and understood that as new parents this was overwhelming especially with having a young mother under so much stress that it left Elvis constantly worried. The hospital hadn’t been too busy as of late, so he saw nothing wrong with letting the two of you stay until Ada was discharged. Elvis thanked him repeatedly and told him he’d still be donating to the hospital for everyone being so kind to him and his wife. He and the doctor parted ways and when Elvis walked back into the room you had finished up feeding Ada and clasping your hospital gown back together and you carefully lifted Ada being mindful to cradle her head as you rested her on your shoulder and began to lightly pat her back to burp her.

“What did the doctor say?” you asked quietly as Elvis sat down beside you and he smiled. “You can stay, the doctor was very understanding.” He said softly. “Really? Oh gosh, thank you, baby. I-I’m sorry for getting so upset. I don’t know what’s been wrong with me lately.” You say softly, knowing this hasn’t been easy on him. He shook his head with a warm smile. “You don’t need to apologize, honey. You know if there’s anything I can do for you, I’ll do it.” He nodded. You smiled widely, you hadn’t been the best toward him for the past week but even still he was going to do whatever he could for you, and it only made you love him so much more. You carefully scooted over in your bed, patting the spot beside you. “Come here.” You whispered. His face lit up and he kicked off his shoes and carefully slipped into your bed beside you and he snuggled up close to you as you continued to gently pat Ada’s back. Elvis smiling at the two of you and pressing a small kiss to the top of Ada’s head. “Do you think I could try to burp her?” Elvis asked. You beamed at his question. “Of course, honey.” You whispered as you carefully passed her to him and he held her against his shoulder, patting his hand against her back gently. “Beware of the spit up when she does burp.” You giggled softly. He chuckled, glancing down at her as she cooed softly which brought a wide smile to his face, you laid your head against his other shoulder, staring up at the two of them and you heard a cute little burp escape her and you giggled watching Elvis’ excited expression, and he suddenly felt his shoulder a bit wet and when he cradled her back in his arms he glanced down to see she had spit up a bit. You started to laugh softly at the sight. “I told you.” You snickered as you reached over for her bib to clean her mouth and Elvis made a face, shaking his head. “I’d be mad if you weren’t so darn cute.” Elvis whispered to her jokingly, chuckling. You smiled and did your best to get Elvis’ shirt clean with some tissue before you rested your head back onto his shoulder and your hands slipping around his arm as he hummed softly to little Ada, which put the both of you to sleep, when he had noticed he grinned and cradled Ada protectively in his left arm as he carefully slipped the other around you, holding both of his sleepy girls close to him.

Another week had gone by and things with Ada seemed to look good she didn’t have severe complications and the doctor thought it would be okay to discharge her finally. You also had felt a bit better though some days were still had as you still dealt with your postpartum depression, but you were excited that you were leaving. The three of you were set to finally go to your parents’ house. You and Elvis had decided to spend a night there just so your parents got some time with their granddaughter and then the three of you along with Jerry, Vernon and a few other of Elvis’ guys would fly back to Memphis. You couldn’t wait to get back home. You didn’t think you’d miss Memphis so much, but you did. That was your home now, that was Ada’s home. You were itching to get back. As the three of you prepared to leave the hospital word had finally gotten out that Elvis had officially become a father and the reports and fans swarmed the hospital. So, Jerry, Joe, Charlie, and Vernon would be accompanying you to ensure that you all got into the car safely. Elvis had bought you a beautiful sundress to wear to leave the hospital which made you feel beautiful that you even felt motivated enough to do your makeup, the last thing you wanted was to look unkempt in front of all those cameras. Once you were ready the guys all followed you and Elvis out of the hospital like your personal bodyguards as you held little Ada protectively in your arms. There was a swarm of press outside along with fans letting the two of you know how happy they were for you and you both smiled and carefully pulling back the blanket that covered Ada and giving everyone a glance at her before you were ushered into the backseat of the car.

On the drive to your parents all you could think about was going home to Graceland and being able to show Ada her room and just show her off to Minnie Mae and the staff who Elvis had given updates excitedly to about Ada. But a part of you was also very nervous, you were only twenty-two years old, no real experience with anything besides being in Elvis’ world for the past three years, now you were a mother, and you had no clue what you were doing, but you hoped you wouldn’t screw it up. You wanted to be the best mother possible to Ada and you were already confident that Elvis would be the best daddy, but another thing that made you nervous was the possibility of Elvis not wanting to have sex with you. You already felt unattractive because your body was still healing, and you wouldn’t be able to get back in shape just yet. But you had still hoped he’d find you attractive, which a part of you knew that he did because he never would fail to mention it. But with the way you’ve been feeling lately, it just didn’t seem possible. You felt Elvis’ arm slip around you which pulled you from your racing thoughts and you glanced up at him with a warm smile. “You doin’ okay, little?” he asked. “Of course, baby.” You hummed before glancing down at Ada and seeing her still fast asleep despite all the chaos at the hospital. You took a deep breath and smiled as you stared out the window, ready to take on what was next to come in your life with your newborn baby and your husband.

Five years later…

Graceland – Summer of 75’

It felt like five years had gone by in a flash, you were twenty-seven now, Elvis forty and your little girl had just turned five, a little terror who was looking more and more like Elvis every day, but also taking on his personality as well with her little attitude and sass. She had the whole staff afraid sometimes because Elvis let her get away with murder, he loved to spoil her. But things couldn’t have been better in your lives, happier. Elvis had made good on his promise to you five years ago in that hospital, things had certainly changed. It had been a long road, but Elvis was no longer dependent on sleeping pills, or any other kinds of drugs, he had gotten rid of all those doctors who didn’t give a damn about his well-being. He also had gotten rid of the Colonel two years back after he tried to work him like a dog and cause him to miss out on opportunities. Elvis was no longer going to let anything, or anyone control his life. He wanted to be able to spend more time with you and Ada while also still being able to do what he loved to take care of you both, but he wanted to do it his way. So, he hired Jerry as his new manager after seeing how well Jerry had begun to manager few other artists, including the Sweet Inspirations, he knew there was no one he trusted more than Jerry to be his manager. There were talks of a tour overseas something he had been wanting to do for so long but couldn’t because of the Colonel and he was so excited and couldn’t wait to take his two girls to Europe with him. Things between you and Elvis were also great especially sexually, though the two of you had finally agreed that you would go on birth control a year after you had Ada. The both of you wanted more kids, especially Elvis because he didn’t want Ada to grow up an only child like he had, but you were scared after the complications you had with the first pregnancy. That was until last year when both of you had decided you were ready for another child and you had stopped taking your birth control and the two of you were on each other more than ever like rabbits doing your best to get pregnant, though sometimes proved to be difficult with a five-year-old who constantly wanted to sleep in mommy and daddy’s bed. But after months of negative pregnancy tests, you were finally brought some luck in February when you began to have the same symptoms you had when you had gotten pregnant with Ada, which only made you excited and after a visit to the doctor, you found out you were pregnant with your second child, only to find out a few months later that you were not pregnant with just one child.. You and Elvis were going to be the proud parents of twins.

It was hot July summer in Memphis, and you were six months pregnant with the twins and surprisingly feeling better than usual today, the house was lively as ever with Jerry and a few of the guys being over the house and you could hear Ada’s cute little giggles and screams as she played in the front yard with them as you made her lunch. You had hoped Elvis wasn’t riding around in that golf cart he bought her that you were so against because you were afraid, she’d get hurt. Once you had finished making her PB&J sandwich you had set it on the table with a little juice box and then you had made your way toward the front door, opening it to see Elvis was doing exactly what you feared, driving dangerously around the grounds of Graceland with little Ada in his arms as she screamed with joy and the guys following behind them in the other golf carts. You stood at the front door with your hands rested on your swollen belly, shaking your head. Elvis came driving the cart up to the front steps with a grin on his face. “Uh oh, we may be in trouble, Addy.” He whispered to her with a soft chuckle. She smiled innocently as she waved at you. “Hi mommy!” she giggled happily. You smiled at her, waving back. “Hi baby, it’s time to come inside and eat your lunch.” You said warmly. She pouted not wanting to go inside and she shook her head at you. “Ada..” you said a bit sternly. She looked up at Elvis hoping he’d be on her side, and he gave her the look he always did when she needed to listen, and she knew when she saw that look there was no fighting him. She let out a cute angry huff and he lifted her off his lap and gave her cheek a soft kiss before he set her on the ground. She looked up at him again and he smiled, brushing his hand over her head. “Go on now, baby. Listen to your mama and then you can come back out and play with daddy.” She nodded and ran as fast as her little legs could take her as she ran past you into the house.

Elvis hopped out of the golf cart and made his way over to you, his hands gently brushing over your large bump before slipping his hands around your waist as he gave you a soft kiss. “How’s my babies?” Elvis whispered. “We’re good... Elvis, what did I say about the golf cart? I don’t want her to get hurt.” You mumbled on his lips. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You know I ain’t gonna let anything happen to her.” He smiled. “Says the guy who crashed his cart twice.” You say as you rolled your eyes playfully, placing your hands against his chest. “Ah, hell, that was years ago, I’m more careful.” He laughed. “Mhm..” you hummed as you kissed his lips. Ada had run out of the kitchen with half of her sandwich in hand and you felt her little tugs on your dress. “Mommy, mommy!” She whined. You pulled back from Elvis and looked down to see her with jelly stained on her little face, Elvis crouched down to her level. “What’s the matter, baby?” he said softly. “More juice, pwease.” She giggled. You laughed and furrowed your brow. “You drank all that juice already, young lady?” you said with a smile. She nodded as she took another bite of her sandwich. Elvis laughed trying his best to wipe her face, and you walked back into the kitchen to grab her another juice box. “Can daddy have a bite of your sandwich?” he said softly. She smiled and happily held her half eaten sandwich to his mouth and he took a big bite, rubbing his hand over his stomach. “Mmm, delicious!” he said with his mouth full, causing her to giggle. He kissed her forehead and watched as she ran off toward the kitchen, he stood back up and lit one of his cigarillos as he walked back over to the guys and roughhousing with a few of them.

You smiled when Ada ran back into the kitchen trying her best to climb back in her chair while trying not to drop her sandwich, you giggled and shook your head helping her back into the chair, she happily grabbed her new juice box and drinking it happily, she squeezed so tight that some of it got on her shirt. Which made her shout a curse word she heard Elvis say, trying to say ‘sonofabitch’ but it coming out like “Son of bitch!” in her cute little voice. You quickly turned to her. “Ada! You don’t say things like that!” you reprimanded her. “Daddy says it!” she squealed. “That doesn’t mean you say it. Don’t say it again, missy.” You said sternly, giving her head a gentle pat as she continued to eat and when she had enough she pushed the plate away and jumped out of the chair trying to run back outside but you caught her before she could run off, cleaning her face and her hands, she squirmed and fussed until you let her go and watching as she ran off to play with Elvis. You cleaned up the kitchen and headed upstairs to lie down for a bit, rubbing your hands over your belly as you let out a tired sigh, being pregnant with twins was not fun your body felt more tired than the first pregnancy and the nausea was the worst. You turned onto your side trying to get comfortable as you began to slowly drift off to sleep.

A few hours had gone by, Ada had tired Elvis out and he was carrying her inside and she had her little arms loosely wrapped around his neck. Elvis looked around seeing no sign of you. “Hm, mama must be upstairs. Let’s see what Mary made for dinner.” He said softly, kissing her cheek as he made his way into the kitchen and seeing that Mary had prepared dinner for everyone, it was Elvis and now Ada’s favorite mash potatoes, meatloaf, cornbread, and collard greens. He sat Ada down at the table and went over to fix her plate and his own, cutting up her meatloaf into little pieces and setting it in front of her, then grabbing something to drink for her and putting it in her little cup and then sitting down beside her. She played with her food a bit, hitting at the mash potatoes with her little spoon and then scooping a huge spoonful into her mouth as she swung her legs back in forth in the chair. Elvis raised an eyebrow at her, laughing as he ate a few bites of his food. “Daddy?” She says softly. “Yes, baby?” He answered. “What does son of bitch mean? Is that a bad word?” She asked innocently. Elvis furrowed his brow for a moment and then he bust out laughing. “Now honey, where did you learn that?” He asked trying to stifle his laughter, acting as if she couldn't possibly have learned it from him. “You said it to uncle Jerry.” she said with a giggle. He laughed. “Oh well.. Uh, when you're older I’ll tell ya what it means. But it is a bad word, young lady. Don’t talk like that around your mama.” He said with a grin, shaking his head and realizing he had to be more careful with things he said around her because she loved to repeat everything.

Once the two of them finished dinner he quietly made his way upstairs with Ada and the two of them peeking into his bedroom to see you resting and he smiled, shutting the door closed and deciding to let you sleep. "Let's get you in the bath and ready for bed." he said as he carried her into her room, setting her down and she bounced up and down happily as he looked for some pajamas for her to wear, setting them on the bed, smiling over at her. "C'mon, Addy, bath time." he hummed and she followed him into the bathroom. After he had given her a bath and dressed for bed, she went running into the bedroom with you, doing her best to jump up into the bed with you as you laid fast asleep. Elvis followed behind her, placing a finger over his lips to tell Ada to keep quiet. "Can I sleep with mama?" she whispered, rubbing her eyes. Elvis exhaled softly, nodding with a smile as he he lifted her up into the bed and she crawled close beside you, cuddling into your belly and Elvis slipped off his shoes and climbed into the bed beside the both of you. Ada turned her little head up to look at Elvis. “The babies sleeping too daddy?” She whispered. He chuckled softly. “Mhm.. they need sleep too.” He said quietly, which brought a smile to her face. The two of them eventually falling asleep next to you. Another hour had passed and you finally woke up from your deep slumber, opening your eyes to the sight of Ada and Elvis, she had rolled over and was cuddled into his side and her little hands clutching onto his shirt as he had an arm draped around her. You smiled at the adorable sight of them and the fact that Elvis had gotten her ready for bed.

You carefully got out of a bed wanting to capture this cute moment of them on camera. You headed towards the closet and grabbed the small polaroid camera to snap a few pictures of the two of them and then setting it on bedside table before you slipped into the bathroom, starting the shower and slipping your clothes off and stepping into the hot shower, humming softly to yourself as the water washed over you. Elvis woke to sound of the shower running and seeing you were out of bed, he smiled down to see Ada cuddled next to him and he carefully and quietly slipped out of her little grip and then tucking her into his bed before sneaking off into the bathroom, smiling when he heard your humming and he stripped off his clothes, slowly opening the shower door and when you turned around to grab the shampoo, you let out a soft shriek seeing him. "Elvis! You scared me!" you giggled. "Shhh.. You'll wake the baby." he grinned as he stepped into the shower with you, smiling at the sight of your nakedness. You blushed seeing the way he was looking at you and feeling a bit insecure about your body that as a reflex you tried to cover yourself, he grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled you toward him and then he slipped his arms around your waist and you smiled up at him, draping your arms around his shoulders, kissing his lips softly.

"You know I hate when you do that, baby." he mumbled on your lips. "I know.. I just.. Sometimes I feel unattractive to you." you whispered shyly. He cupped your face in one of his hands and making you look at him. "You're as beautiful as the day we met, mama. You being pregnant only turns me on more..." he said with a grin. You playfully hit his shoulder with your hand, shaking your head. "Stop it.." you blushed. "It's true, mama. I love the way your body looks.." he whispered as he slowly began to trail kisses along your neck and you captured your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling his hands run along your curves, while the warmth of the water hit up against your back. You let out a soft whimper feeling his soft lips moving their way down to your breasts, which as of lately he had given so much attention to because they were much bigger now. He slide his hands back up and squeezed and groped your breasts and taking one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud and sucking gently. A soft moan escaped your lips, trying to stop him. "E-Elvis.. W-What if she wakes up.." you mewled. He popped your nipple out of his mouth and burying his face between your breasts before he looked up at you. "She won't.. She had a long day. Now let daddy take care of you, mommy.." he hummed. His very words caused another moan to slip past your lips as you nodded. He smirked as he took your nipple back into his mouth as he played with the other between his fingertips, sucking hard the tighter his mouth wrapped around it. Your hands flying up to grasp his hair as you tilted your head back some and letting out a softer moan.

He popped your nipple out of his mouth and his hands brushed along your swollen belly, pressing soft kisses along it as he sunk down to his knees, his hands running along your thighs slowly and parting your legs, lifting one of them up and propping it around his shoulder. You inhaled deeply as you watched him move between your legs and the moment two of his fingers brushed along your velvety folds it caused a shiver to run down your spine and soft whimper to escape you. He smirked at the sight of your slick coating his fingers. "So wet for me, mama.." he said softly. He slipped his fingers into his mouth and sucking the taste of you off before gripping both your thighs in his large hands and burying his face in your pussy, his tongue slipping between your wet folds and finding your clit, circling around the swollen bud and flicking it between his tongue. Your eyes rolled back as you began to moan softly, one hand clutching onto his wet hair while the other pressed firmly up against the shower wall. He let out a soft groan against your pussy before he wrapped his lips around your clit and began to suck roughly on it, continuing to swirl his tongue around it and his hands tightening around your thighs. "Fuck.. Daddy..." you mewled as your hand tugged at his dark hair.

One of his hands reaching around to your ass and giving it a slap which caused a soft squeal to escape you and he grabbed a handful of your ass as he released your clit from his mouth and glided his tongue down and slipped it inside of your tight hole, thrusting his tongue in and out of you at a steady pace as his fingers rubbed your clit simultaneously and your let out a shaky moan and you body shuddered above him and the tighter you tugged at his hair he let out a soft hiss against you. "Oh god.. You're g-gonna make me cum.." you moaned softly. He shoved his tongue deep inside of you and his nose now pressed up against your clit and giving you the right amount of friction you needed as it rubbed against your clit. His hand that was gripping your ass traveled up fondle at your breasts as he continued to tongue fuck you. You let out out a whimper as your body squirmed above him, you could already feel yourself so close to orgasming, that you roughly pushed his face further against your pussy, practically suffocating him in it and he groaned loudly, loving every minute of it. A smirk formed on your lips as you shut your eyes tight and you panted softly and your toes curled and you pursed your lips together tight when you felt your orgasm wash over you and you let out the loudest moan doing your best to keep it muffled so you wouldn't wake your daughter, your legs trembled around Elvis and he kept his face buried within you as he licked up every bit of your arousal before he finally came up for air. "Goddamn, baby.." he chuckled breathlessly.

You let out a soft giggle as you blushed seeing his face a mess with your sweet nectar, and he slipped your leg off his shoulder and stood back up on his feet, he washed his face under the running water and then he crashed his lips against your own and you kissed him deeply. "Can I take care of daddy now?" you whisper on his lips. His face lit up and he smiled. "I'd love that.." he mumbled. You nodded, running your hands down his hairy chest and over his small belly, as Elvis got older he put on a few pounds, but you never minded it all, he would always be your handsome man. You smiled up at him as you slowly and carefully got down on your knees. "You'll have to help me up when I'm done." you laughed. He nodded as a soft chuckle escaped him. You pressed soft kisses against his kiss belly and along his waistline, he licked over his lips slowly as he watched you. You took his hard cock into your hand, sliding back the foreskin as you pressed soft kisses along the head of his cock and licking up his precum and licking your lips a soft "Mmm." escaping you. He leaned up against the shower wall, choking back a groan. You parted your lips slowly as you guided him into your mouth, sliding your hand down to squeeze and rub at his balls as you pumped his cock in and out of your mouth, wrapping your lips around him tight as you sucked his cock, your eyes staring up at him watching him watch you with lust in his eyes and doing his best to keep his groans quiet.

"Oh god.." he mumbled as he reached down to hold your hair in a makeshift ponytail. You took him a little deeper into your mouth until you felt him hit the back of your throat and you gagged soft around him, spitting out the gathered saliva in your mouth onto his cock and then shoving him back into your mouth and placing your hands on his thighs as he started to take control for a moment and thrusting his cock into your mouth, making you take him deep just to hear you gag around him. "Shit.. C-Can you take daddy down your throat for a moment?" he mumbled between his groans. You nodded obediently wanting to please him. He grinned at your response and both his big hands resting on your head and your hands gripped his thighs as he slowly forced your head down until you made his cock disappear down your throat and his balls rested against your chin, your eyes welling up with tears as they rolled back and you choked and gagged around him, kicking your feet a bit and digging your nails into his thighs, hearing him groan loudly. "Oh fuck, you're such a good girl.." he growled before yanking your head back and his cock popping out of your mouth covered in your saliva and you coughed as you tried to catch your breath. He bit down on his bottom lip wanting to do something else, that he'd be wanting to ask for a while now. "M-Mommy, can I... Can I fuck your tits?" he asked shyly.

You raised an eyebrow at him as you wiped your mouth, giggling at the way he asked, but also surprised that it took him so long to ask after being so in love with how big they got. "Of course, daddy." you grinned as you sat yourself up on your knees and he positioned himself just enough to get himself between them as he grabbed a hold of your breasts in his hands and burying his cock right into them and with the help of the water and some of the saliva that pooled out of your mouth it was wet enough for him to thrust his cock in between them and his head hung low as he groaned loudly. "So fuckin' soft.. Mm.." he hummed. You held onto his thighs again as he began to thrust his cock faster between your breasts, squeezing them tight around his cock and causing so much friction that his eyes rolled back and his balls slapped up against you with each thrust and you whimpered softly, biting on your bottom lip watching as his cock peeked out the top of your breasts with each of his thrust. "Ah, fuck, m-mommy.. you're tits are gonna make me cum..." he whimpered and moaned. You voice soft and babylike for him. "That's a good boy.. Cum on mommy's tits, baby... You can do it.. My good boy.." you cooed as you brought one of your hands down to play with his balls. Your words and the way you teased his balls turned him on even more that it pushed him over the edge, and you could feel his cock twitching between your breasts and then spirts of his warm thick cum raining down onto your breasts and getting on your face and he groaned loudly. "Oh mommy.. fuck.." he cried as his cock slowly thrusted between your breasts until he finished and he let your breasts go and his cock falling from between them.

You licked the cum that landed on your lips and glanced down to see the mess he made on your chest and you stared back up at him. "Such a good boy for mommy." you said with a grin. He smiled widely at your words and reached down to help you back up and pulled you against him as he captured your lips in a kiss. "Thank you, mommy.." he mumbled. "Mm, thank you, daddy." you giggled. Once the two of you cleaned yourselves and hopped out of the shower, you both put your robes on and you started on your nighttime skin routine, Elvis kissed your cheek with a smile and then headed back into the bedroom to check on Ada. "I'll be right out, baby." you whispered, smiling happily to yourself. "Okay, honey." he smiled. When he walked into the bedroom she was still fast asleep and he figured she'd sleep through the night so he decided he'd go take her into her room, he scooped the little bean into arms, smiling down at her as he carried her into her room and carefully laying her in her bed and just as he did she tiredly opened her eyes, still half asleep. "D-Daddy?" she said groggily. "Shh.. Go back to sleep, angel." he whispered. She began to pout and whine softly, reaching out for him. Elvis smiled and sat beside her, combing his fingers through her hair, deciding to sing to her like he always did to help her sleep and the song he always sang was the one he sang to her the day she was born. It had officially become their song and she loved anytime he sung it to her. He began to hum softly to her which had quiet down her fussing and he gently caressed the side of her face with his hand as he began to sing quietly to her.

Evening shadows make me blue, when each weary day is through, how I long to be with you.. My happiness..

He continued to sing softly.

You finished up in the bathroom to see Elvis and Ada were not in the bedroom and then suddenly you heard his soft voice coming from her room and you walked over, quietly standing in the doorway as you smiled listening to Elvis sing her favorite song. The sight of the two of them always made you so happy. When she finally went back to sleep, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, baby." he whispered and you quickly walked back to your bedroom and then he came waltzing in after you with a smile. "I think she might actually sleep a full night in her own room." he grinned. "You really tired her out today." you laughed. He shook his head. "Me? Man, she tired me out. She's somethin'" he laughed as he went and plopped down onto the bed. You chewed on your bottom lip, you couldn't get over what a wonderful father he was and it always just turned you on seeing him being in dad mode, it just made him even more attractive, especially in that sweet moment. It could've just been your hormones, but either way you needed him. You went over to close the bedroom door as you walked back over to Elvis, standing in front of him and slowly unraveling the front of your robe and letting it drop to the floor, he raised an eyebrow and his eyes widen with delight. "W-Whatadya doin', baby?" he asked quietly. "Hush.." you hummed as you unraveled the front of his robe and pulling it back some to reveal his naked body and carefully climbed into his lap, your thighs resting on either side of him, seeing his cock growing hard once again. You smirked at the delicious sight.

You reached down and wrapped your hand around his cock and giving it a few slow strokes until he grew fully hard and then you teased his cock around your tight hole before slowly guiding him inside of you, a soft gasp followed by a moan leaving your lips, he groaned softly as he hands rested flat against the bed as he watched you, swallowing harshly and licking over his lips as you moved down onto his cock until he was fully inside of you and your walls clenching around him, prompting a louder moan to escape you. "Fuck.." you whispered as your hands rested on his shoulders, grasping him tight as you began to slowly bounce on his cock. "Baby.. oh go-" you placed your index finger over his lips to keep him quiet as you fucked him slowly. He clenched his jaw and tilted his head back as he groaned feeling your pussy tighten around him each time you moved up and down. He brought his head back up and baby blue eyes gazed into your eyes before he glanced down to watch your breasts bounce in his face and you smirked grabbing a hold of his head and pushing his face right in between your breasts where you knew he'd never wanna leave and his hands wrapped around you as he buried his face between them, groaning out softly as you continued to fuck him, stirring your hips slowly against him and grinding on his cock. Hearing his muffled groans grow louder. "Mommy.." he moaned between your breasts. He knew he wouldn't last long after what he did in the shower and you could already feel his throbbing cock twitching inside of you and him squirming beneath as his breathing grew heavy.

"Go ahead, baby.. Cum for mommy again.. Give me what I want.." you moaned into his ear as you rode him faster. He whimpered softly between his moans and his hands gripped onto you tight as his eyes rolled back and he let out a loud groan as his second orgasm of the night hit and when you felt him fill you up, you bit down on your bottom lip, moaning happily and fucking him harder until your own orgasm hit and you came on his cock, pulling at his hair and your body convulsing above him until you finished. You reached down to slip his cock out of you and you climbed off his lap and going over to slip on your nightgown as if nothing happened. You giggled softly as you saw the shocked expression on his face. "Holy shit.. W-What was that for?" he said softly. You shrugged. "I just wanted make sure you get some good sleep." you laughed as you walked back over to him and climbed into bed. He shook his head with a smirk. "Jesus.. You never cease to amaze me." he chuckled. He got up to put his pajamas on and then he slipped into bed with you, slipping his arms around your waist and resting his hand over your belly, rubbing it gently as he kissed the side of your face. "I love you so much." he mumbled as he nuzzled his face into your neck. "I love you too, honey. So, so much." you beamed as you reached over to turn the light off and the two of you drifted off to sleep.

The next day was a more relaxing day for the three of you as you decided to do a bit more work in the twins nursery, Elvis wanted to put the twins cribs together himself like he did with Ada's. You were finishing up some of the painting and Ada came running into the room and wrapping her arms around you legs and she pressed a kissed to your belly. You smiled down at her, she was the cutest little thing, she had been so excited to be a big sister. "Do you think the twins would like having some of your old baby toys, honey?" you smiled. She tilted her head up to look at you and she smiled widely. "Yes!" she squealed excitedly. She pulled away and walked over to Elvis who was sitting down on the floor looking at the instructions for the cribs and she hopped on his back, wrapping her little arms around his neck and he let out a soft groan followed by a laugh. "Daddy can you get the toys?" she asked sweetly. He nodded slowly, giving one of hands a small pat. "Of course, baby." he said softly as he carefully got up with her still on his back. "You comin' upstairs with daddy to the attic?" he asked with a smile, knowing the answer already. "No.. It's scary up there, daddy." she said softly. He laughed and carefully set her down. "Alright, little one." he grinned as he headed out of the room and upstairs to the attic to find the box of her old baby toys.

As he was looking through some of the boxes upstairs and finding the toys, he also came across an old tape of the Comeback Special and he smiled because it seemed like a lifetime ago, he grabbed the box and the tape and he headed back downstairs to the twins nursery, setting the box on the floor. "Look what I found!" he said happily, holding up the tape. You glanced over at him and smiled, seeing the tape in his hand. "What is that?" you asked. "It's the Comeback Special! We should watch it and show Ada here how the two of us met." he beamed. You giggled softly. "Oh gosh. What do you say, Addy? Do you wanna see how mommy and daddy met?" you grinned. She bounced up and down happily, nodding her head. Elvis scooped her up into arms and the three of you headed downstairs to the living room. You sat down on the couch and Elvis plopped Ada down beside you and she laid her head on your belly, you slipped an arm around her, brushing her hair with your hand as Elvis put the tape in and then sat beside the both of you as he started it. The moment it started playing and Elvis came on the screen Ada lifted her little head up in shock as she looked at him sitting beside her and then looking at him on the tv screen. "That's daddy?" she said so surprised. You laughed softly, realizing she's never seen him without his longer hair and sideburns, and he was a bit older now. Elvis shook his head and chuckled at her reaction. "I know, I was much better lookin' back then.." he said softly.

You reached over and playfully hit Elvis. "Hush, you are are still handsome." you nodded. Ada climbed into his lap and gave him a kiss on the cheek, smiling as she settled into his lap. "Where's mommy?" she asked. "She was in the crowd." he responded. "Yeah, not for long though because daddy saw me and the rest was history." you giggled, reaching over to take his hand into yours and your fingers intertwining together as he smiled at you. You let out a content sigh as the three of you continued to watch. It had truly felt like a lifetime ago since the two of you met and even though you met in the most unconventional way, little did you know that very moment at the Comeback Special your life was going to change. There was no denying that the two of you fell in love at first sight and despite the craziness of your relationship in the beginning and the fights, the two of you made it out stronger than ever. You've been married for five years, you've got a child and two more on the way, something you had never expected to happen especially with Elvis of all people. But you wouldn't trade it for the world. The 68' Comeback Special would always hold a special place for the both of you, for the revival of Elvis' career and true love that blossomed the moment he laid his eyes on you.

Just as long as I'm with you, my happiness...

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