#under lit. bath pedestals

[chloeeruby]

Phoenix Bathroom

Idea for a modern powder room with a vessel sink and cabinets that resemble furniture.

[her-satanic-wiles]

Kinktober Day 3 - Fuck or Die

Rain x Reader

You and Rain sneak into the Ministry’s archives for a precious artifact and come out with a lot more than you’d both bargained for.

Masterlist ⛧ Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Words: 4.3k.

Reading Time: 17 min.

Warnings: cunnilingus, fuck or die, masturbation, mild worship, PIV sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), vaginal sex,

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🔞 MDNI 🔞

The dark corridors of the Ministry’s archives stretched out endlessly before you, bathed in shadows that seemed to shift and writhe under the flicker of the single torch Rain carried. Your heart pounded in your chest, a steady drumbeat that mirrored the soft thud of your footsteps against the cold stone floor. You shouldn’t be here. No one should. Yet, here you were, sneaking into the deepest vaults of the Ministry with Rain at your side. And there was no one on guard where they were supposed to be, either, allowing the two of you to just walk right in.

“This is madness,” you whispered, glancing nervously over your shoulder. Rain, as always, was a picture of calm, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes glinted with excitement, the thrill of the forbidden adventure spurring him on.

“It’s fun,” he countered in that low, silken voice of his, the one that always made you doubt your better judgement. “We’re close now.”

He was right, of course. The door ahead was unmistakable – solid, ancient, covered in runes that glowed faintly in the darkness. You swallowed hard. Behind that door lay the forbidden artifact: the apple said to have been bitten by Eve herself. It was said that one touch would give you all the knowledge you’d need. Rain had spoken of it for months now, and despite every rational voice in your head, you’d agreed to come. Just for a look, you’d promised yourself.

Rain pushed the door open, and the air that escaped was cold, thick with dust and the weight of centuries-old secrets. The room was small, dimly lit by the strange glow of the apple that sat on a pedestal in the centre. It was smaller than you imagined, but no less foreboding. Dark red, its skin marred by a single, jagged bite mark.

“There it is.” Rain stepped closer, his voice almost reverent.

“Don’t touch it,” you warned, though your own feet carried you forward in spite of the unease settling in your gut. But Rain didn’t listen. He never did. His fingers stretched out, lifting the glass case off of the plinth and brushing the surface of the apple before you could stop him.

The moment his skin made contact, the temperature in the room plummeted. The glow around the apple pulsed, once, twice, and then it spread—dark tendrils of power, wrapping themselves around Rain’s arm, spiraling upwards until they coiled around his throat. You took a step back, panic seizing you as you watched his eyes widen, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.

“Rain!” You rushed forward, grabbing his arm, trying to pull him back, but it was too late. The dark energy lashed out, snapping around you like a whip, locking you both in place. Pain seared through your body, a burning, twisting sensation that made you cry out. You felt it then—the curse settling into your bones, into your blood.

The power released you both as suddenly as it had taken hold. You stumbled back, your chest heaving as you tried to make sense of what had just happened. Rain stood frozen, his hand still hovering near the apple, his eyes locked on yours.

“What… what was that?” Your voice trembled.

Rain blinked, his hand dropping to his side. “A curse.” His tone was grim, all the earlier excitement gone. The look on his face told you that his research had told him that this could happen - and yet, he still went ahead with it.

You stared at him, the weight of the word sinking in. “What kind of curse?”

His jaw tightened. “The kind that binds.”

Your stomach churned as the meaning of his words became clear. You could feel it too—something pulling at you, something deep and ancient, forcing your very essence towards Rain. It wasn’t just magic. It was primal, dark, a need that flared in your chest the longer you stood there.

“We need to figure out how to break it,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.

Rain nodded, his gaze flicking to the apple and then back to you. “There’s only one way.” He paused, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. “The curse is… one of desire. We have to give in to it.”

The implications hit you like a sledgehammer. “You mean…?”

He gave a small, humourless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. That.”

Your breath hitched. “But—”

“I know,” Rain interrupted, stepping closer. “Trust me, I know.”

The tension between you crackled like a live wire, the curse thrumming beneath your skin, urging you closer, demanding to be sated. Rain was close enough now that you could feel the heat of his body, and the curse inside you pushed and pulled, an invisible force tethering the two of you together.

You hated how right he was.

The air between you and Rain felt suffocating, thick with the weight of the curse’s unspoken demand. Your heart raced as the realisation settled deep in your chest. It wasn’t just about desire; it was about survival. The pull was relentless, a magnetic force that drew you closer, like an invisible thread binding your fates together.

Rain’s eyes were locked onto yours, his usually sharp and confident demeanour replaced by something more uncertain, though no less intense. He took a breath, and the sound of it, soft but ragged, seemed to fill the silence between you.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” His voice was low, barely more than a murmur.

You nodded, unable to find the words. It wasn’t just a feeling—it was a need, clawing at your insides, urging you to close the distance, to do whatever it took to break free from the curse’s grip. But your mind rebelled against the very idea, against what it meant.

“How sure are you about this?” you asked, your voice shaky despite the effort to stay composed.

Rain swallowed hard, his gaze flickering down to the space between you before meeting your eyes again. “The apple… it’s not just a symbol. It’s power. And it’s… testing us. I can feel it. The pull only gets stronger the more we resist.”

You could feel it too. The way your body betrayed you, how every inch of space between you felt like a chasm that needed to be closed. It wasn’t just lust—it was raw, overpowering, something primal you couldn’t explain. Your skin tingled, your breath shallow, as if your very soul was being drawn out, tangled with his.

“We have to,” Rain continued, though his voice wavered slightly. “I’ve read about curses like this. They don’t stop until the demand is met.”

A shiver ran down your spine. His words hung in the air, undeniable. You wanted to believe there was another way, a solution hidden in one of the Ministry’s thousands of ancient texts. But even now, the curse gnawed at your willpower, making it harder to think straight, to focus on anything other than the growing need coursing through you.

Rain reached out, his fingers brushing your arm. The contact sent a shockwave through your system, and you gasped. It wasn’t just physical—it was the curse, feeding on that touch, pulling you both deeper into its web.

“I didn’t want it to happen like this,” Rain said, softer now, his face close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin. “But if we don’t… it’ll consume us.”

Your mind raced, battling between reason and the growing pressure inside you. There had to be another way, you thought. There had to be. But as Rain’s hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you gently toward him, the curse flared, blurring the lines between fear and desire.

Your lips were inches apart, the tension electric, and every part of you screamed to move forward, to close the gap and let the curse take its course. But your conscience lingered, barely holding on.

“Are you sure?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

Rain’s eyes softened, just for a moment, his breath warm against your skin. “I don’t see another choice.”

And then, before you could second-guess yourself again, he kissed you.

It was soft at first, tentative, as if he too was fighting the curse’s pull. But as soon as your lips met, the floodgates opened. The curse surged through you both, intensifying the kiss, making it deeper, more desperate. Your body responded immediately, as if the very act was siphoning off the dark magic that bound you.

Rain’s hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies pressed against each other. You could feel the raw energy, coursing between you, the curse feeding on every touch, every breath shared between you.

But it wasn’t enough.

The curse wasn’t satisfied with mere contact—it wanted everything. And as Rain’s hands roamed your body, and yours found their way to his, you realised that it wouldn’t stop until you’d given in completely.

His lips moved to your neck, his breath hot against your skin, and you arched into him, feeling the growing pressure of the curse wrapping tighter around you both. It was like a fire, burning hotter and hotter, and the only way to quench it was to keep going, to let the need consume you whole.

He kissed down your clothed breasts, laving licks over your nipples which were poking through the fabric of your habit, before moving further down, dropping slowly down to his knees. His hands lifted the hem of your uniform, pulling the garment up to expose your crotch to him, wet panties on full display, dampening the longer you were the point of study for his hungry eyes.

He moved his head forward, pressing his nose into your mound. You felt his tongue escape his mouth and lick over your wetness, dampened by the feeling of your panties in between your bundle of nerves and his tongue. You gasped, letting your hips buck forward in response. Your hands moved to the top of his helmet and clutched on. “Rain!” you whispered, too overwhelmed already to speak louder.

“You taste so fucking good, ___,” he told you, his own voice barely above a whisper.

With his left hand, he moved your panties to the side, exposing you fully to his eager mouth. The cool air brushed against your skin, heightening every sensation as he took his time exploring you. He traced the outline of your most sensitive spots with his tongue, teasing and tasting, igniting flames of pleasure that coursed through your body.

“Please, don’t stop,” you urged, the words spilling from your lips like a desperate prayer, head falling back and eyes fluttering closed, allowing you to give yourself completely over to the pleasure. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as he pushed closer, his face buried in your softness, completely absorbed in giving you pleasure.

His fingers joined the dance, deftly teasing and stroking, as he alternated between kissing and licking, driving you to the edge with every movement. You could feel the pressure building inside you, an overwhelming wave threatening to crash over you. You could hear your own breaths coming in gasps, punctuated by the soft sounds of his mouth working against you.

He paused for just a moment, pulling back slightly to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to hear you,” he murmured, the words sending shivers down your spine. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“It feels ah-amazing, Rain,” you confessed. “I can’t… I need m-more. Please, don’t stop. You’re driving me w-wild.”

Rain encircled his mouth over your clit and began to suck, gently at first as not to hurt you, but the desire took over and he got a little rougher with his ministrations, causing much louder moans to fall from your lips and echo around the chamber. With each suck, you could feel the oppressive weight of the curse begin to lift, freeing your limbs and soul to enjoy this moment.

“Oh, fuck! Just l-like that, Rain!”

With your encouragement, Rain deepened his focus, his tongue swirling around you, working in tandem with his rhythmic suction. Each pull drew you closer to the edge, a delicious tension building inside you. You could feel every flick, every kiss igniting new waves of pleasure that crashed over you like a tide.

His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as you squirmed beneath him, instinctively seeking more of that exquisite friction. The heat radiating from his body wrapped around you like a cocoon, making it impossible to think of anything but the way he was worshipping you.

“Rain, please,” you whimpered, unable to contain the desperation in your voice. “I’m so close… don’t st-stop!”

In response, he redoubled his efforts, his mouth moving faster, his teeth grazing lightly against your sensitive flesh. You could feel the pressure within you coiling tighter, an almost unbearable need building toward release.

“Let go for me,” he urged, his voice low and sultry, the vibrations sending shivers through your body. “I want to feel you come.”

The heat in your core swelled, and with a final cry of his name, you surrendered to the sensation, your body exploding with pleasure as waves of ecstasy washed over you, pulling you into a blissful abyss. You moaned so loudly for him as you came, clutching onto his helmet as tightly as possible to stop your legs from giving out. Your knees were so weak.

Rain stayed down there for a while, licking up your juices and letting your orgasm subside before he pulled away gently, trying not to shock you. That activity certainly helped the curse, but you’d need to do more to break it entirely.

He stood and captured your lips into another kiss, this time, you could taste yourself on him.

As he pulled away from the kiss, your breath mingled in the air, a delicious reminder of the intimacy you’d just shared. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the lingering effects of his touch still sending shivers down your spine. Your heart raced, a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability flooding your senses.

“Are you okay?” Rain asked, his voice low and filled with concern, as he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. The intensity in his gaze held you captive, making you feel cherished and desired in a way that sent warmth coursing through your veins.

“I… I think so,” you replied, still catching your breath. “That was incredible. But the curse—what do we do now?”

He paused, a flicker of determination igniting in his eyes. “We have to find a way to break it for good. That was just the first step. There’s something more we need to do, something that’ll truly release us from its grip.”

Your heart raced at the thought of what that might entail, the weight of the curse still hanging over you. “What do you have in mind?”

He turned his head to look at the plinth and spoke, “Bend over it.”

You raised your eyebrows, but obliged, pulling your panties down and letting them pool at your ankles before leaning on the white marble, spreading your legs and arching your back enough to be level to Rain’s crotch.

“I wanna fuck you over this fucking thing,” he muttered, his voice gravelly and pissed, so far removed from the Rain you knew. You heard his jeans unzip and the shuffle of clothes as he pulled himself out. “It wanted to be a part of this, so let’s give it what it wants, hm?”

You felt a rush of excitement mixed with nervous anticipation at his words. The way he spoke, raw and commanding, sent shivers of desire coursing through you. You glanced back at him, searching his eyes for reassurance as he positioned himself behind you.

“Just breathe,” he murmured, a softer note breaking through the gravel in his voice. “Trust me.”

With that, he pressed forward, the head of his shaft teasingly rubbing against your slickness, the heat radiating from him palpable. You gasped, your body instinctively arching back further, craving the pressure of him filling you completely.

“Rain,” you breathed, a mixture of need and desperation coloring your tone. “Please…”

He chuckled darkly, the sound echoing in the chamber. “You’re so eager. Just remember, this is what you wanted.” With a firm grip on your hips, he pushed forward, entering you slowly at first, filling you with delicious tension.

Your body welcomed him, a mix of pleasure and slight pain igniting a fire within you. You pushed back against him, urging him deeper, the marble plinth cool against your flushed skin. “More,” you gasped, the word a plea and a command all at once. “Rain, more!”

He obliged, thrusting into you with more force, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air alongside your moans. “That’s it,” he growled, the primal sound sending you spiraling into a dizzying world of pleasure. “Feel how good this is. Let it consume you.”

With each thrust, you felt the oppressive weight of the curse lifting further, the bond between you both growing stronger. You gripped the edge of the plinth, your knuckles whitening, your body moving in rhythm with his, lost in the shared ecstasy.

He watched as your cheeks ricocheted off his body, bouncing with each thrust, the sight igniting a primal hunger within him. He tightened his grip on your hips, each thrust deeper than the last, his breath coming in heavy pants. The marble beneath you felt cold, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your bodies as you moved together.

“Satan below, you feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with awe. “I could get lost in you.”

You moaned in response, the sound a mixture of pleasure and encouragement, driving him to increase the pace. Your body responded instinctively, meeting him thrust for thrust, each collision sending jolts of ecstasy rippling through you.

“Don’t h-hold back,” you urged, your voice breathless. “I want a-all of you. Fuck! I… want to feel you.”

With that, he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper, pushing you closer to the edge with each stroke. Your skin began to glisten with a sheen of sweat, the air thick with the scent of your desire. You could feel the heat coiling in your core, ready to burst, but you fought to hold onto the feeling, wanting to savor every moment.

You propped yourself up on the plinth with one of your arms, and reached down to play with your clit, making you moan out and tighten around his cock. He groaned.

“Tight,” he said - it was the only thing he could say. His own pleasure was beginning to overwhelm him just like it had you.

“Rain, it’s so g-good,” you gasped, your words barely coherent as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. “I’m so fu-ah! Fucking close… just like th-this.”

He responded by leaning over you, his chest pressing against your back, the weight of his body grounding you even as he took you higher. “I want you to come for me,” he whispered, his hot breath sending another wave of shivers through you. “Let go when you’re ready. I’ll be right here.”

The intensity of his voice combined with the rhythm of his thrusts pushed you closer to the edge. You felt your body tightening around him, your heart racing as you neared your peak. “I’m almost there, Rain!” you cried out, your voice raw with desperation.

He quickened his movements, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the chamber, amplifying the urgency of the moment. “Come for me. I need to feel you,” he urged, his words a catalyst that sent you spiraling over the edge.

Your body tensed, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you cried out his name, your senses exploding in a cacophony of ecstasy. Rain didn’t relent, continuing to thrust into you as your orgasm washed over, prolonging your pleasure as you both lost yourselves in the moment.

As the waves of your orgasm began to subside, Rain’s thrusts grew more erratic, driven by the need to reach his own climax. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he gripped your hips tighter, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Damn, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “I’m so close, but I want to feel you again before I let go. Can you hold on for me?”

You nodded, the warmth of your body still pulsing with aftershocks, but the urgency of the moment pulled you back into the depths of pleasure. “I can… I want you to come, Rain. We need to break this curse together.”

With renewed determination, you pushed back against him, wanting to help him find his release. Each thrust became a symphony of desire, your bodies moving in perfect harmony, every stroke bringing him closer to the edge.

“I can’t believe how good this feels,” he gasped, his words mingling with the sounds of your bodies meeting. “You’re incredible.”

His words fueled your desire, and you leaned back slightly to look over your shoulder at him, catching a glimpse of his expression—a mix of lust and desperation. “Let go, Rain. We can’t waste this. I need you to let it happen.”

With that, you shifted your hips, tightening your muscles around him, coaxing him closer to his release. “I want to feel you fill me. I want this curse gone.”

He let out a low growl, his pace quickening again as he fought to hold onto his control. “I’m so close… I can feel it. Just a little more.”

You could see the sweat glistening on his skin, the way his muscles strained with effort, and it drove you wild. “Then let go for me. We’re in this together,” you urged, your own need rising again as the tension between you thickened.

He thrust deeper, harder, each movement bringing him closer. You could feel him reaching the brink, the air around you electric with anticipation. “I’m gonna—” he choked out, his voice strained.

“Together,” you whispered, the word a promise that echoed in the charged atmosphere.

With one final, powerful thrust, Rain found his release, his body tensing as he filled you completely, a deep, primal groan escaping his lips.

As Rain’s release flooded you, a shockwave of energy surged through your bodies, electrifying every nerve ending. It felt as though the very air around you crackled with power, a force both overwhelming and liberating. The curse, which had weighed heavily on your hearts, began to dissolve, unraveling in a brilliant cascade of light that filled the chamber.

You gasped as the warmth of his essence mingled with the remnants of the curse, transforming the oppressive energy into something bright and euphoric. It felt like a long-held breath finally escaping your lungs, an unshackling of your souls from the binds that had tethered you in torment. The moment was dizzying, an explosion of colors behind your closed eyelids as the darkness of the curse shattered like fragile glass.

With every pulse of his body, you felt the curse disintegrating, the shadows that had clung to you both evaporating into nothingness. A profound sense of relief washed over you, accompanied by a sweetness that lingered in the air. You could feel the weight lifting from your chest, as if the chains that had bound your hearts were finally broken.

Your connection with Rain intensified, a bond forged anew in the aftermath. You felt a warmth spreading through your limbs, a soothing balm that replaced the ache of the curse. It was as if the world around you had transformed, each heartbeat echoing with freedom and possibility.

As the last remnants of the curse dissipated, you opened your eyes, meeting Rain’s gaze. There was a fierce glow in his eyes, a mixture of triumph and disbelief, as he pulled you closer, his heart racing in rhythm with yours. “We did it,” he breathed, the weight of everything melting away in that shared moment of victory.

As the final echoes of the curse faded, you felt a shift in the air around you. The oppressive weight that had once filled the chamber was gone, replaced by an overwhelming sense of lightness and joy. You took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, fresh air, as if tasting freedom for the first time.

Rain pulled you into his arms, his warmth wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. “I can’t believe we actually did it,” he murmured against your hair, his voice thick with emotion. The tension that had marked his features moments ago was replaced by a relaxed smile that made your heart soar.

As you stood wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside the chamber felt vibrant and alive. The burdens of the past began to slip away, replaced by a newfound sense of hope. “What now?” you asked, curiosity sparking in your voice.

“We cover this monstrosity back up and never touch it again.”

You laughed, and bent down to pull your panties back up. “Let’s explore,” you said, as he tucked himself back in. “What if we start by seeing what else this place holds? Maybe there are secrets left to uncover, just waiting for us to discover them.”

Rain grinned, the spark of adventure igniting in his eyes. He covered Eve’s apple and slapped his hands together to remove the dust from them. “Lead the way,” he said, taking your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. “Don’t touch a Goddamn thing.”

As you moved deeper into the chamber, the air thrummed with energy, a promise of what was to come. With each step, you felt a renewed sense of purpose, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, together.

Prev./Next

[justaz]

ive never watched uhhh game of thrones?? i think?? but i saw a clip of that chick with white hair and the dragon and she lit herself on fire or something and came out of the flames alive and i was just thinking that + merlin + this post + this fic (kinda. sorta. in a way.)

so somehow arthur gets involved in the dragon egg shenanigans, maybe merlin goes to him first or arthur finds out some other way idc whatever anyway they all make their way to the tomb where the dragon egg should be and find it open and a dragon egg sitting on a pedestal surrounded by bits of charred remains and a whole lotta ashes

arthur + the knights are cautious but merlin is entranced by the egg and steps into the room which separates him from the group. arthur + the knights are frantically trying to find a way to get him but merlin doesn’t realize what’s happened as he continues to approach the egg and places his hands on it. instantly, the room ignites and merlin is bathed in the flames

despite a huge fear of merlin’s being the pyre, the flames hardly register in his mind. he can feel the dragon soul within the egg dancing under his touch, he can feel a bond forming between his soul and this baby dragon - it lights a fire within him and he feels alive and complete in a way he hadn’t ever felt before. the name “aithusa” falls from his lips involuntarily but he doesn’t have time to think about it as the egg is cracking.

with every crack in the shell, merlin feels a piece of himself crack open. scales flick over his skin down his arms, down his legs, up his neck and a bit across his cheeks. his ears sharpen and his hearing improves as does his sight. his nails sharpen and grow into claws on his hands and feet. his teeth grow uncomfortably large in his mouth and he tastes the tang of blood as his fangs nick his cheek and tongue. his back splits open and huge wings unfurl behind him, warmed by the fire and solidifying into their magnificent shape. with the naming of his first dragon, born of fire, another dragonlord is born.

a pure white dragon claws its way out of her shell, a beautiful thing, aithusa. she crawls up onto her dragonlord’s shoulder and with her settled, the room around them crumbles. the fire had spread out, pushing arthur and the knights into a retreat despite their conviction to retrieve merlin from the flames. as they exit, they have no time to mourn or think of ways to help merlin as they’re surrounded. idk who their enemy is but they’re fighting for their lives but honestly they aren’t doing too great. until the tomb behind them caves in and falls apart to allow the sun to shine of the figure standing in the midst of the ruins.

a terrifying creature, a man and a beast, a demon from hell. he grins, feral, before pouncing on his enemies. he does not wield a weapon nor magic, he uses his claws, his wings, and his fangs to tear his enemy to shreds. as they regroup and surround him, he turns and lets flames billow from his maw, chasing them away if they’re quick enough and charring those who weren’t. with a quickness that is frightening, another demon from hell, another abomination of man and beast swoops in and tears their enemies to shreds.

they both eviscerate their enemies, working together as if they’ve always done this, until there is nobody left to fight. the two stand side by side, covered in blood and wearing matching mad grins and wide, crazed eyes. merlin and balinor stand victorious over the carnage, their wings pointed towards the clouds and glimmering in the sunlight. the last two dragonlords of the ambrosius family line, father and son.

[victoriadallonfan]

Victoria and the Chocolate Factory

“Signatures detected.”

“All of them?”

“All. Alive too, but the signal is getting weaker. We don’t know if it’s due to the technology he uses or because… well, you know.”

I grit my teeth and nodded. I knew all too well. I’d read all the files, and seen what had happened in the aftermath.

The broken homes. The broken kids.

In some ways, it was worse than Cradle, because this fucker seemed intent on humiliating the kids just as much as he wanted to make them hurt. “We found him,” Dragon said in my ear piece. “His duplicates have been detected and targeted in London and Bath. Your strike team is clear to go.”

The cold air of Oxford whipped over my forcefield as I descended, feeling the chime in my ear as Dragon disconnected and my eye lit up with gold.  A quick rush of information poured into my vision and brain from Kenzie’s camera, logs of teams communicating where they didn’t feel comfortable speaking, coordinating battle plans and sharing files on the targets.

I had to ignore it all for now, blinking rapidly to swipe through vision modes, until I had the highlighted figures in view. Gold for allies and deep red for targets, the camera giving me a very basic outline of the building’s interiors and possible sources of egress.

Coming down through the clouds, I decided to leave those areas to my team; I had a means of making my own entrance.  

The gun chimed above my head, lines of circuitry along the barrel and handles alighting in gold as the charge readied itself, aimed near the largest red target. A top-hat symbol with a crescent grin beneath.

Traced by whatever power source the new gun used as a battery, the gold laser tore through the sky as I flew down, illuminating wisps of moisture from the clouds on my forcefield.  

It was smaller, tighter, and more concise than the original gun. The new gun was more like what Win had made to fight the Simurgh, more compact in use.

Size mattered not though, my eye camera noting how the beam of light tore through several floors of the building in mere moments. 

I cut off the beam as I approached, a few hundred feet away.

I flew down at an angle, collapsing my forcefield to a near skintight level and held the gun so that it trailed behind me like a straightened scorpion’s tail, just so I could lose that extra bit of air resistance.  With the angle of my flight, and my narrowed profile, I slipped into the glowing hole I made at full speed, the rings of melted steel flickering past me like a descent into hell.  

I came to a stop where the laser had hit near my target, a deep smoking crater that smelled of burning licorice and cinnamon. I turned to where the red symbol stood, both of us obscured by smoke.

“I've always wanted my factory to have that rustic, industrial look. How very avant-garde of you.” The smoke began to fade, the blood red top-hat and crescent smile flickering out of focus as my target became visible to the naked eye. “At least the new ventilation will help with the smell, young dear.”

Wonka, I thought with absolute loathing. The smile on the man’s face didn’t reach his manic eyes, casually leaning on a cane, seemingly unbothered by a lightspeed spear hitting the ground not even fifty feet away from him. 

Cloaked in a purple velvet jacket and adorned with a vibrant orange vest, he didn’t look much like a cape. Dark Society, the Ambassadors, and the Suits went with the professional look - even Limerick added splashes of messy color - but this didn’t feel like reinforcing a costume with high quality attire. 

Which made a level of sense. He had never advertised himself as a cape.

Curly brown hair jutted out from under his hat, and a golden goose-handled cane that felt more than a touch on the nose as he loomed over me on a small circular pedestal. A perfect match for the description of William Wonka.

One of the Wonkas, at least. The others had situated themselves across the United Kingdom of Gimel, portraying themselves as kind, loving, benefactors to the community. 

That had been before the missing families hit the news. Before the children were found, sans parents or guardians, dumped in alleyways or in the woods.

None of them were dead. We couldn’t even call it a mercy, with what he had done to them.

Last I had heard, Tattletale was trying to pull in favors from Semiramis to try and revert them to normal. Riley was looking over them too, asking about getting help from Chris for his parole.

A dark fucking irony, considering what his original had done.

“You going to surrender?”  I asked, even though I already knew the answer. More of the factory was coming into view now; giant candy carrots with leaves that looked glossy, almost like they were made of rubber. More alien looking plants and oddly designed pillars were strewn across the floor, looking more like a greenhouse from a TV show than anything that a professional business would have. 

The grass beneath our feet looked normal, but the smell of the burnt ground made me doubt it.

"Surrender?” His voice was soft and calm. He brushed some burned dust off his shoulder. “My dear, I'm afraid you misunderstand the nature of my work," he replied, twirling his cane with an eerie grace. "How nonsensical of a question to ask. Well, I suppose a little nonsense is relished for a reason. I must say, your entrance was quite spectacular, if a bit lacking in finesse."

I ignored his taunts, my gaze unwavering as I aimed the gun at him. He tapped his cane and a glass tube flashed up to encase him, glittering in the factory lights. The way the light was refracting off the glass gave me pause and the madman tipped his hat, “Little surprises around every corner, but nothing dangerous. To me, at least. For you? Well…” 

A flick of his wrist had a silver flute in his hand-

I fired a warning shot, the laser missing the tube on purpose, wanting to slow down whatever he was planning.

-and continued to play the instrument, a small melody, unbothered by the attack. He gave the instrument a twirl and it vanished beneath his coat.

Distorted echoes of laughter and screams seemed to linger in the air as the melody and blast of my laser died down, accompanied by music and the stomp of feet.

“Your fucked up game ends here," I declared, rising up and flying closer to the glass tube. “The heroes have you surrounded. Your duplicates are being hunted down.”

Wonka merely tilted his head. "Oh, my dear, you're not here to end anything. Can’t you hear it? The sound of dreamers and their fitful nightmares? Here they come, right… now."

As he spoke, the shadows within the factory stirred. Short men appeared, their skin orange and hair a sickening shade of green. Each one bore an expression devoid of any emotion, their eyes dead, even as they sized me up. 

Some of them were marching, while others somersaulted or vaulted from behind the candy colored jungle, adroit for their small size.

They sang, and music seemed to emanate from nowhere, reminding me of Nursery’s power.

Oompa Loompas, doopity doo,

Here's a lot of trouble, coming for you.

Oompa Loompas, doopity dee,

If you are wise, then now you must flee.

I turned and opened fire on the minions, only for them to cartwheel out of the way. Others were quick to put obstacles in the beam’s way, including the candy carrots that seemed slower to melt than solid steel. 

We’d captured a few of these Loompas in the past few days, canvassing the remnants of his artificial wilderness in the sewers of London. The ones we let our guards down were quick to duplicate as the song progressed and were surprisingly adroit. Cruel as well, considering what they did to their still-living victims. 

The Loompas that weren’t eradicated were quick to calcify, turning into what was best described as hyper-dense rock candy. Apparently, other locations would have different variations of the Loompas.

Another blast at a group of Loompas trying to aim a fire-hose sized vine my way, scorching chocolate spurting out before being vaporized.

Fast little fuckers.

And they were quickly surrounding me by the dozens.

What do you get when you mess with fate?

A clash of powers, a bitter debate.

What do you get when you challenge the stars?

A battle unfolding, bearing new scars.

You've entered our world of whimsical glee,

But beware, dear Victoria, of the chaos you'll see.

Heroes and villains, in a dance so divine,

Yet meddling too much might- “Gack!”

One of the Oompa Loompas fell to the ground, thrashing as barbed wire exploded out of his mouth. Pieces of a glass marble embedded his eyes.

“Wham! Bam! Shazam! Kablam!” Finale shouted, launching her own barrage of musical blasts, sending the small minions flying about as their empowered song was thrown off-key. 

The other Majors were arriving, Withdrawal blasting Loompas with goop that seemed alive, latching onto anything that moved. Caryatid was acting as a shield for Finale, unharmed as a trio of Loompas tried to bash her head in with a giant lollipop.

Sveta was in the rafters, tossing things at any unaware minion. Children were in her grasp.

The survivors.

“Oompa Loompa, doopity dee,” Limerick sang with the most bored teenage voice I had ever heard, putting away his slingshot. “Here's a new phrase, now listen to me. Oompa Loompa, doopity doo. You can’t do jack shit when we say fuck you.”

He tossed back a knife so casually that one almost would have thought it was reckless, had it not impaled a Loompa through the temple, causing him to fall atop a nearby squad and douse them all in a burning candy puddle from one of the laser blasts.

Loompas turned to him, and I got the distinct impression that his singing pissed them off more than the killing.

I turned to Wonka; chin raised.

“They say that looks can kill,” Wonka tutted. “But it seems being blindsided is what has done me in.” 

He smiled suddenly, “Come then. You and I have so little to do with so much time.”

I charged him, gun at the ready, Fragile One baring her teeth.

His child victims called the factory a ‘world of pure imagination’.

I would make sure to wake him up to reality.

[stardancerluv]

When the Predator Becomes the Prey

Part 4

Summary: Remembering the beginning.

Notes/Warnings: Language, Implied sex, implied illegal behavior. (Be safe) Shifted the pov to reader…wanted to give a different view of him & her. A little longer of a chapter! Thank you for reading. Enjoy!

❤️s, feedback, comments & reblogs are appreciated.

Your heart was still racing from riding Nicky at the dinner table. Still breathless gripping the white porcelain edge of the pedestal sink you eyed your reflection. Your hair was in complete disarray, your cheeks were flushed and you were certain, he had left bruises on your hips from where he held you in place. He had channeled in his anger into his passion that you brought out of him just as you had channeled your angst over the entire situation.

“Doll, the take-out is getting cold.” Nicky’s voice came through the door. “Don’t stay in there all night.”

You pressed your lips together and grimaced. “I’ll be right out.” You called back.

You had not meant to make him so angry but now, now you felt much better. Worry had been prickling at you. Stepping back, you eyed the gentle swell. Becoming a mother had not ever been on your personal to-do list. But the attraction between you had been stronger then anything you had ever felt. Your body and had eagerly taken his seed as you had responded to that easy smirk, touch or kisses.

You had always thought he was bad news. He still was but was on the other side of life. There was a razor’s edge to him that you were certain, would lead to your death. It still could. Damn, maybe it was pregnancy brain or the chemistry you had between the two of you, but you’d happily die on that razor edge for him.

You splashed some cool water on your face and turning you headed back out. He had placed your fork back beside your plate.

His fingers wrapped around your wrist as you walked by. His thumb easily caressing you.

“Are you better?”

His were warm, the anger was gone but the determination he had in most situations was there in the sky blue.

You nodded.

“Let me hear you say it.”

“I am better Nicky. I am sorry I doubted you, I mean us.” You quickly spoke over the you.

“Good. Now don’t fucking let those insecurities win again.”

“I won’t.”

*******

You snapped awake. Glancing, around you spotted, What to Expect When Expecting was open and sitting on the coffee table and a blanket was draped over you.

“Nick? Nicky?”

Looking around you spotted light pouring from under the door of his room. He took care of things in there, he prepared and he finished things there as well. You never went in there.

Pulling the blanket aside, you went over. You knocked softly. “Nicky?”

You heard some shuffling on the other side, you backed up.

“Hey there sleepy head.” He gave you a half smile.

You smiled, feeling as he looked you up and down. “Are you ok?”

“Yup.” You nodded. “Just woke up.”

“I’m almost done in here.”

“Ok! You said brightly. “I was thinking of taking a bath.”

His eyes lit up. “Want me to join you?”

You were warmed by the thought. “Could be nice.”

“Alright, why don’t you get it started and I will he there shortly.”

********

You sat on the rim of the tub watching the water begin to rise. Taking a the cork out of glass bottle, with a smile you happily sniffed at the rose-hip oil before pouring some into the water.

Carefully you pulled your now wrinkled dress off and with your panties; you tossed them into the hamper. Opening your vanity, grabbing a hair tie and put your hair up.

Holding onto the rim and your tummy with careful moves; sighing you immersed yourself into the water. Relief filled you. This felt so good.

You were glad, Nicky was in a better mood. You had not meant to upset him. You remembered when you had first saw him.

******

You eyed your reflection in the backroom and twirled.

“Hi girlie, look at you.” Stacy snapped her gum and came up behind her. She smiled at your reflection. “You look hot.”

You nudged her away. “I am not.”

“You are the boys out there will love you.”

You rose an eyebrow. “All the better for tips.”

“We’ll see.”

“Go get em, girl.”

You forced a smile and went over to the double doors. Taking a quick breath you went out there.

The clinking of glasses, the hum of conversation broken up by some shrill laughs filled the air.

You saw some prospects but you hesitated, continuing to move among the tables. Before you realized it, you had walked towards the back. That’s when you saw him.

A lone man, you caught sight of him before he saw you.

“Hello there handsome, is there anything I can get you?”

With a breath, you managed your best smile. Though, your nervousness made your heart skip a few beats.

Then he looked up from his phone. Your heart picked up speed, he was so handsome. The most attractive man you ever laid your eyes on.

Hair fantastically slicked back, a glint of chain laid on under his button down shirt and their was a twinkle in his dark eyes.

He slipped his phone away, his lips curled into a smirk. “Give me a twirl baby?”

Annoyance prickled you. Your smile tightened on your face. “I’m not for sale.”

“Am I trying to buy you? No. Now give me a twirl.” His voice was sharp.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.” Pressing your lips together, you twirled.

“Very nice.”

He leaned toward you, his lips curled into a smirk.

“Look, I got some important guys coming in. Wanna be the girl for our table tonight, and I’ll treat you right?”

You put a hand on your hip. “I’m not sure I can do that.”

You nervously glance around.

“Go tell your boss, Adam is asking for you.” He sat back and smirked.

“Oh alright.” You muttered under your breath and fluttered off.

Your heart was thumping in your chest as you made your way back to Tommy’s office. You took a breath and knocked.

“Yeah?!“

Opening the door, you peaked around it. You smiled despite how your stomach lurched at the sight of him. He always reminded you on a toad perched on a rock waiting to snatch a fly out of the air. Not once he had raised his voice to you, but he still grossed you out.

“Yes, sugar?”

You swallowed, you came more into his office. You blinked at the the swirls of cigar smoke in the small room.

“Some guy named Adam asked if I could be the girl for his table tonight.”

“Adam, huh?” He sat back in his seat, making it creak and groan under him. “Have you met him before?”

You shook your head. “No sir.”

“He’s a pretty big deal, one of our steady clients; Lambert thinks he’s a good man.”

“Ok.” You didn’t know what else to say, you didn’t know exactly what that meant.

“Be your usual sweet self. If he asks for anything unusual tell me.”

“Unusual?”

Tommy moved forward practically bracing himself against his large desk. “Blow, girls who are not ours.” The rest of his words were garbled in his big lips.

You nodded. Stacy had told you interesting things went down there but the pay was good. This would be your introduction to it, you guessed.

“Now you be a good girl because if he complains about you, I won’t be happy.”

“Yes, sir.”

As you made your way back; you don’t know why but your heart kind of sank when you saw one of the girls practically curled up to his side, making doe eyes and playing with his chain.

He became more erect, practically separating himself from her as you drew closer. He ran his fingers through his slicked back hair.

Why should he even care, you wondered. You guessed people acted differently in these kind of establishments. You’d just roll with it.

“What did he say doll?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. Now go and get me a neat whiskey.”

“Yes, sir.”

One of the corners of his mouth twitched up at your words.

******

“Room enough in there for me?” His voice broke into your memory.

You gasped and smiled. “Of course.”

You easily scooted towards the brushed nickel bathtub fixtures. Idly you remembered how growing up having a tub like this would have been something from a dream or a catalog.

A smile curled your lips as you felt his hands take a hold of you and you were soon resting against him.

His chin rested on the top of your head.

“What had you so far away?”

Rarely, did he concern himself too much about you and your day dreams. He had enough on his mind, making sure things were taken care or getting done. He also knew you were pretty self sufficient.

“Remembering, when we first met.”

“Oh.” He chuckled. “You were the prettiest piece of ass I had ever seen. I needed someway to get to know you better.”

“Is that so?” You countered. “Jenna, was practically hanging off of you when I got back from speaking with Tommy.”

“Well, I had to ignite your jealousy.”

“Oh? And what made you think that would do it?”

You could see him smirking without even a glance back at him.

“The way you were towards me before I asked you to be the girl for my table.”

“I could have thought you were just like every other asshole that came into that place.”

He chuckled. “But I wasn’t.”

You moved easily in the water. Turning and seeing him like he was then; made your heart skip. Arms on the rim of the tub, silver chain glistening against his chest hair and pearls of water that clung to him after getting into the tub and his ice like blue eyes hooded in his confidence of the memory and himself.

“You certainly weren’t.” You kissed his jaw.

*******

His phone chirped to life as he oiled his hand gun.

Found the pack. Meeting at noon tomorrow. Warehouse on Lexington and Park. He read Lambert’s message.

He put the rag and gun down, and wiped his hands on his slacks.

Good. He typed back.

Getting up, he came out of his room. Not finding you in the living room, he went to check the bedroom. You were deep into your closet.

“Planning on going somewhere?” He leaned against the door frame.

You jumped. He smiled.

“I am trying to find something to wear to the ultrasound.”

“That’s tomorrow?” He took off his glasses and wiped away a smudge he spotted.

“Yes, I told you over breakfast.”

“Oh right. Was distracted waiting for Lambert’s call.” He admitted.

You made a face and turned back to your clothes.

“When is the appointment?”

“Twelve-Thirty.” You continued shifting through the colorful fabrics.

“I’ll try and make it.”

That’s when you turned, and took a step towards him. “We will find out what we’re having.”

He stepped closer. “Are we sure we want to find out?”

He couldn’t read your expression and that annoyed him.

“We agreed that we did.”

“I will try.”

*******

He eyed his wrist watch. Ten of twelve. It was a clear day, the sun was bright and there was not a cloud to be seen. His uber was a block away from his destination.

*******

With a small pile of clothes laid at your feet, you decided finally on a cami and hoodie and some leggings. Satisfied, you zipped up the light hoodie.

The jell for the ultrasound always left you cold. Despite having a good breakfast, you felt ill. Nicky had tried to sweeten you up by ordering in your favorite breakfast. You were upset that he would not be there.

******

He walked in. He didn’t like being this exposed. The pay off was worth it, he reminded himself.

A laugh bounced off the walls.

“I knew that you’d be the first to arrive.” The voice echoed.

Turning, he saw Lambert walking over to him and he nodded.

Shrugging, he glanced down at his watch. Five of Twelve.

******

“Mrs. Barrett.” You said to the receptionist looked up at you.

“Oh! You’re early.”

You glanced at the big clock behind the woman. Twelve - Fifteen.

“I was told that’s best.”

“It is. Most don’t.”

You smiled and shrugged.

@the1redrose @blurpleuni-squid

[jtstoryweaver]

(cw death, cw murder, but no worse than most fantasy novels).

~

Marvin the Magnificent, Dark Heir to His Majesty Stevarathus I, the King of Darkness, took a deep breath. His minions–the ones who'd followed him after the Dread King's unexpected passing–looked up at him attentively, the pedestal under his feet raising him up high enough that they had to crane their necks. He'd have more subjects soon, he promised himself, and then they would rain terror and destruction upon this pathetic land!

"My loyal followers," Marvin began.

Whatever he was about to proclaim went unsaid as three grey-fletched arrows buried themselves in his throat. Marvin's body tumbled from the pedestal, crumpling to the floor like a particularly attractive sack of potatoes.

His 'loyal followers' promptly scattered, a few enterprising minions looting his campaign tent on the way out.

*

Ewna the Evil Enchantress pursed her perfectly painted lips in the mirror. "Queen Ewna," she mused to herself. "Or perhaps Empress Ewna? Hmm. I like that."

She stroked the brush through her long hair once more, more for the satisfaction of feeling the silky strands slide through its bristles than for any real need. Her attendant was due back any moment with another bucket of hot water for her bath, which even now was steaming nicely in the corner of her room. Steaming, yes, she thought critically, but too shallow for a good luxurious soak. A few more buckets would do the trick, even if she had to wait for her maid to trudge up and down the stairs.

Something skittered in the corner of her tower room, and she perked up. "Oh, is that a little mousey? Come here, little mousey!"

Tiny feet scampered towards her, scrambling up the leg of her dresser and hiding behind her mirror. Something glittered in the shadows – a bit of silver ribbon, perhaps?

"Are you shy, mousey? It's alright, you can come out now," Ewna coaxed.

Something moved from behind her mirror, and she held out a hand.

The mouse leapt to her hand, and Ewna barely had time to notice the stiletto dagger tied firmly to its back. Frozen with shock, she saw it run up her arm and dive headfirst into her breast, the dagger sinking between her ribs and piercing her heart.

Her last thought was that she'd been partially right. The dagger had been tied on with a silver ribbon.

*

Lord Terror, Fell Advisor to the Late King of Darkness, flung himself through a shadowy doorway and panted as the mob ran by outside. By the gods great and small, he didn't know how much more of this he could take! How did the inhabitants of these narrow streets ever find their way around?

A match scraped to life in the room beyond the door.

Terror's heart galloped into a spirited attempt at escaping his chest, and he clutched the plain-hilted dagger at his waist. Not now, not now, not when he was so close to -!   

"Nine Aligned Gods, Ter, how long have you been running?" The owner of the match lit a dim lantern, enough to illuminate her face and that of her companions. She shook out the match as Terror flopped back against the wall in relief.

It took him a few seconds to get his breathing and heart rate under control, and then he smiled at the woman in sensible in travelling clothes with a quiver slung at her hip. "Fee. You got my message."

Fee scoffed. "As if I'd leave my twin brother to get murdered by rioters. The Council of Rulers wanted to let this kingdom fall to infighting, but Gark persuaded the Council that, uh . . ."

"I merely suggested that an orderly transfer of power to someone who might be a willing trading partner was far more desirable than a neighbour who would, at best, begin looking outwards for conquest." Gark shrugged enormous, muscular shoulders, a small smile barely visible through his prodigious beard. "Once I had reminded them of the resources available here, they shooed us out of the door almost before I'd finished speaking. I was charmed."

The third human member of the party snorted. The cut and quality of his clothes was, while equally roadworthy, several notches above his companions'. "I wasn't. Diplomats are cheaper than armies, and the Council is a pack of penny-pinching toads."

Fee tilted her head at the finely dressed man. "Not much in their pockets?"

"Two gold pieces. Two! In seven purses! I've robbed richer secretaries!"

A tiny, brown-furred face poked its nose out of the self-declared thief's left pocket, and squeaked imperiously.

The thief's shoulders relaxed as he looked down at the mouse. "A good point, Miss Mary. Sorry. Didn't mean to disturb your nap."

The mouse squeaked in reply and vanished again, and Terror briefly wondered if he'd imagined the rather petulant note to Miss Mary's response. Possibly not, given the people his sister tended to hang around with.

"So." Fee moved closer, and Terror definitely wasn't imagining the eagerness in her eyes. "Did you bring it?"

"Did I–of course I brought it!" Terror hissed. "Do you think I'd leave the Dark King's will unattended? It was the last thing he entrusted to me, I've carried it-"

"-in the left inside pocket of your jacket, folded over for concealment," the thief finished absently, moving closer to the lantern so that it cast better light on the vellum. "First place anyone would think to look, if they knew you had it."

Betrayed, and too exhausted to protest at being pre-emptively pickpocketed, Terror stared mutely at his sister until she gave in and tucked herself under his arm. The position was a little awkward, given their identical heights, but it was comforting nonetheless.

Under cover of darkness, Terror turned his head to murmur into her ear. "You look good. You finally finished the second potion?"

Fee preened, as much as she could with a brother-shaped weight hanging off her. "Finally. Took forever to find the last two ingredients, then I got them both at once. And now I look amazing."

"You always looked amazing, but now you look happy," Terror countered.

Fee's smile softened. "I am. My body fits me now."

Terror would have liked to continue, it being the first time he'd seen his sister in too many years, but they were interrupted by the still-unnamed thief. "Hey! Fear! Gark! Come look at this!"

Fee steered Terror over to the thief, who had Miss Mary perched on his shoulder. The mouse seemed as intent on the will as her human friend, peering down at the finely legible script of one of the former palace scribes. Together, they clustered around the document that Terror had sworn to protect with his life, Fee pulling out her spectacles to see better. (Terror's own glasses had been lost in his escape from the Dread Palace.)

The thief tapped his finger on one line, and the five of them (mouse included) bent to read the words.

Silence reigned for a few moments.

"All possessions, properties, and powers that are mine at the moment of my death shall be inherited by my wife, or by my daughter should my wife predecease me," Terror read aloud. "Signed, Steve Cooper, a.k.a. King Stevarathus I."

The silence went on a little longer, broken eventually by a rumbling voice.

"I was unaware that he was married," Gark said thoughtfully. "Lord Terror, where would the copy of his marriage document be?"

Terror's face turned towards the wall, looking in the precise direction of the Dread Palace. The thief cursed low under his breath, his words followed by a yelp as Miss Mary bit him reproachfully.

Privately, Terror agreed.

The King of Darkness has died to a sudden illness. His lackeys are tearing his realm apart in a massive anarchic free-for-all. The Heroes are now sent to his castle - not to kill him, but to find and actually bother to read his will.

[moodymelanist]

If you’re still doing nessian prompts and you want to can you do one where a modern cassian finds out Nesta doesn’t think she deserves him and actually does something about it lol?

Thank you for sending this prompt in, I thought this would work well for today’s theme :-) I’m still taking Nessian prompts, so if you want to send in some Halloween themed ones my ask box is open!

@nessianweek

Cassian sighed as he unlocked the front door, exhausted from a long day at work. He’d taken his classes to the Natural History Museum for their field trip and nothing tired him out like chasing after twelve year olds.

Instead of starting dinner like he was supposed to, he haphazardly put all his stuff down on the counter and made his way over to the couch. He just wanted to close his eyes for a few minutes…

“I understand that just fine, Amren,” Nesta snapped. Cassian groggily looked over to see his girlfriend pacing rapidly in front of the TV, scowling from whatever argument she was having with one of her colleagues from the US Attorney’s Office.

Nesta made a face at Cassian once she realized he was awake, but her conversation was clearly getting more intense. “I know I should’ve come up with something better, but the judge said it was more probative than prejudicial! What was I supposed to do?”

He left his girlfriend to her argument and walked to the bathroom, turned on the water, and started drawing a bath. He knew that when she got this worked up, nothing calmed her down faster than a hot bath and a good book.

She came and found him as he lit the last candle, her eyes going round with surprise as she took in the scene. “What are you doing?”

“Being a good boyfriend,” he replied, smiling. “Hop in while the waters still hot.”

Instead of getting undressed and submerging herself in the bath, Nesta’s entire face crumpled. Cassian watched in shock as she put her face in her hands and started crying.

“Sweetheart?” he asked uncertainly. He put down the jasmine scented candle he was holding in favor of wrapping his arms around her, gently pulling her into his chest. She didn’t make a single noise as her body shook with silent tears. “What’s wrong?”

“I fucked up today at work,” she said after a few minutes, her voice muffled against his now-wet shirt. “I didn’t fight hard enough and now the defense is introducing evidence that could screw up my entire case. I feel like I can’t do anything right and I suck at everything and I don’t deserve you for trying to make me feel better when I feel like I’ve been ignoring you all week and—”

“You feel like you don’t deserve me?” Cassian pulled back to look at his girlfriend’s tear stained face in complete shock. “Where the hell did that come from?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she dismissed him. He felt a spark of anger at her words — how could she even think that she didn’t deserve him, let alone believe something like that? “I’ve always known that you’re way too good for me.”

“Take me off whatever pedestal you’ve put me on,” he responded, frowning now. “I’m not too good for anyone, especially you. I don’t like that shit at all, Nes.”

“It doesn’t matter whether you like it or not,” she retorted. “Everybody knows that it’s true. I don’t even know how you put up with me sometimes.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he exclaimed. That spark of anger had caught and was quickly turning into a full-on fire. “I’m not ‘putting up with you.’ I’m in love with you, for fuck’s sake. And who’s everybody? Did someone say something to you I should know about?”

Nesta pressed her lips into a thin line, that cold, blank mask he hated so much settling onto her features. “Nobody said anything to me.”

“Oh, so you’re a mind reader now?” Cassian loved her, he really did, but hearing stuff like this from her simultaneously broke his heart and enraged him.

“It’s not about that.”

“So what is it about, then? Because it sounds like you had a shit day and you’re mad at me for trying to make it better.”

“It’s not about me having a shitty day—”

“I don’t care whether you think you’re not good enough for me,” Cassian interrupted her. How could she even think these kinds of things? “I can make my own choices, and I’ll always choose you.”

Whatever retort Nesta had been planning to hiss at him promptly died on her lips, and if he hadn’t been so irritated, he would’ve found it adorable. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” He gently nudged her toward the bath. “Are we done having this dumbass argument? You’re wasting hot water.”

She didn’t say anything as she stripped right in front of him. He made sure to keep his eyes firmly on her face, not wanting to get distracted during this kind of spat.

Once she was under the water, he turned towards the door, planning on giving her some space before they broached this topic again. This wasn’t going to be resolved in one conversation — deep insecurities were funny that way — but the fact that they were talking about them at all was a good sign in his book.

“Cass?” Nesta called out softly.

Cassian turned over his shoulder, his hand on the door handle. “Yeah?”

“You’re right.” She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry for how you feel,” he told her. “Just… I don’t know. I hate that you think about yourself like that.”

“I know,” she replied, sinking further under the water. “Can we talk about it when I’m done?”

“Of course,” he murmured. “I love you, you stubborn woman.”

She smiled at him. “I love you too.”

[amerrierworld]

in dreams (pt 3)

The Hobbit fanfiction

Part 1 | Part 2 

Summary: You sneak away in the night to get some alone time, and Galadriel finds you.

Characters: Galadriel x fem!reader, Bilbo

Word Count: 3,107

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT - This is a continuation of the previous two parts but this is far less G-rated!!!

You didn’t see Galadriel for the next few days, and you grew a bit more worried about having to leave before you could see her again. Thorin was on the brink of a breakdown if he didn’t get your group out of Rivendell as soon as possible. He had decided you’d pack up and leave altogether tomorrow night, just before dawn, so no one came looking for you before you’d left. 

“I could stay here for ages,” Bilbo sighed. The two of you had snuck away from rowdy Dwarves to enjoy a cup of tea on the last peaceful evening, enjoying the crisp air. 

“Maybe you will, one day,” you smiled at him, relaxing into your chair and curling up under a blanket. “Sad to think we have to leave here and go into who knows what kind of danger.”

“Agreed,” Bilbo responded. “But we haven’t left yet. So let us enjoy it while we can.”

Moments later his head tipped back in the chair and he began snoring quietly. You giggled, and moved your blanket to drape over his knees before sneaking away to wander Rivendell, in hopes of seeing Galadriel again. 

You went back to where you had first met her. The basin had been moved from the pedestal and it seemed eerily quiet compared to just a few nights ago. Your heart twinged with disappointment but you could feel in your bones that she hadn’t left yet. She was still close, somewhere.

Your feet carried you down staircases and paths until you entered a well-lit cave. Moonlight poured in on a pool with crystal clear water. The rock had been hewn and polished to make steps and clean edges all around and there were shelves and baskets set up, clearly indicating this was used as a bathing area.

Ecstatic to get some alone time, finally, you stripped and quickly dipped into the water. You didn’t know how long it would be before you got to enjoy some peace and quiet like this again. 

There was a multitude of different soaps lined up for your choosing. The smells varied in anything from pine or citrus to roses and lavender. It was by far the most luxurious bath you had ever come across. Bilbo would be envious if you ever told him about this place, and you smirked at the thought.

You floated on your back in the middle of the pool for a while, enjoying the way your muscles were relaxing and all the sweat and grime that you found impossible to scrub away before finally melted off of you. 

You swam a couple laps, the pool was large enough for it, before sucking in a breath and falling slowly to the bottom of the pool. All you could hear was the rushing in your ears. You felt completely suspended in time, content and at peace with yourself. Rivendell really was a magical place of healing, you decided.

When you rose up and brushed your hair back with your fingers, a figure had appeared in the entrance, and you shrieked in surprise. You ducked into the water until the tip of your nose was immersed and you looked wide-eyed at the familiar intruder.

“M-my lady,” you stuttered, slowly coming up until your head was above the water. Had you been trespassing? “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to impose.. I didn’t know anyone else would be here tonight. Please don’t tell Elrond.”

Galadriel was dressed in white, as usual, but with a dark silvery-grey cloak draped over her shoulders. Her circlet was off, and her hair was loose, cascading down her back like a river. 

“You are not imposing, dearest,” she said, a crinkle of amusement apparent in her voice. “I was looking for you.”

“Oh, really?” you asked. “Well, I haven’t been anywhere outside of Rivendell today. For the past few days, in fact.”

You found it hard to focus knowing you were entirely naked under the water, and you couldn’t be sure how much she could see from where she stood.

“I apologize for not coming sooner,” Galadriel spoke softly, stepping closer to the edge of the pool. “I could not find a time for us to be.. alone.”

“Well, great timing, I guess. We’re leaving tomorrow night,” you grumbled. “In secret. So much for spending time together.”

Galadriel’s eyes flashed, and you could see her shoulders slump in disappointment. 

“Y/N..”

“It’s fine, really. You’re here now, and I’m not going to be any time soon.”

You raised a hand to flick damp hair out of your face and you noted Galadriel’s eyes following the movement. You blushed, but your confidence grow as her stare darkened.

“Why don't you come in? The water’s lovely,” you muttered softly. You stood up a tad more, so your shoulders and collar bones were exposed, water dripping down your skin. 

This time you heard Galadriel breathing; a sharp intake of breath that left you smirking. She inched forward, her bare feet shifting closer and closer. Then she took the steps into the pool, far more graceful than you had ever seen anyone else stepping into a pool.

You gawked like a fish. The cloak came off and landed in a damp heap by the edge of the pool, and water soaked her dress to the point where it became basically transparent and skin tight. 

Slowly, she waded through the water towards you, much like you had seen her walk down that bridge just a few days ago, elegant and steady in her steps. 

“Your dress,” you whispered in an attempt to save the precious fabric. She cocked a slim eyebrow.

“Perhaps you could assist me with it,” she replied. Blushing furiously, you could feel your body heating up despite the coolness of the water.

Galadriel watched as you approached, your hands reaching down to the hem of her beautiful dress and pulling the wet fabric up.

“Slowly,” she ordered in a whisper. Your heart was beating frantically, but you did as she said. But as you did so, you decided to take advantage of the moment, hands finding her bare skin under the water and trailing up her calves and thighs.

Galadriel gasped, startled by your boldness and by the feeling of your hands on her skin. You could feel silky smoothness as you brushed your hands over her hips, and her abdomen fluttered with a shaky breath when you rubbed your thumbs close to her belly button. 

By the time you were gripping her waist, your hands were out of the water and the crumpled dress was dripping heavily. Once your hands reached her ribs you were both trembling with want. Your thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts and you were suddenly frozen in place. 

Galadriel aided the last stretch, reaching down to find the hem and pulling the rest of the dress over her shoulders and head until she was fully nude. Her wet hair flicked water droplets in the air as she pulled it over and away. The dress floated away to the other end of the pool somewhere, but neither of you seemed to notice.

Your hands were still on her ribcage, feeling her torso rise and fall with each breath. Then, her hand reached to cup your face, and you felt that same shock from the first time you touched course through your body, but with less surprise this time. It felt welcomed, and familiar. 

She coaxed your mouth open with a brush of her tongue against your lips and then sought to devour you whole. Her kiss was hungry, passionate, and your nerves felt electrified from your mouth to your fingertips and toes. 

Egged on by your ever-growing arousal, your hands began exploring. You couldn’t do much to respond to the kiss because Galadriel towered over you and gripped you with such strength that you mewled into her mouth, but your own hands were less controlled.

They ran across the smooth skin of her back, scratching lightly until you felt her shudder against you. Groaning approvingly, you reached down further and cupped her ass to pull her closer. Your bodies met in a rush. Your fingers pulled at her cheeks and inched closer to the juncture between her thighs, rubbing and teasing the skin.

Galadriel pulled away at the feeling of you so close to where she wanted to be but not quite. Her head tipped back, soaking more of her golden hair in the water and exposing a long, beautiful neck that quivered as she swallowed hard while you explored her.

You took the opportunity to reach forward and kiss her breasts. Lightly at first, as you got accustomed to what she liked and what she responded to, but then her hands gripped your shoulders, dug into your skin, and pulled you against her even further, as if to mold both your bodies into one.

Taking the hint, your lips closed around a rosy nipple and sucked. A hard cry escaped Galadriel’s mouth and her hands buried in your hair, pulling and scratching at your scalp. Her hips rubbed against you, trying to find movement, but your hands were still gripping her from behind and didn’t let her get the friction she wanted.

Galadriel cursed under her breath, or you assumed it was a curse from the tone of it, since it was in Elvish and you smirked before your teeth replaced your lips around her nipple, worrying it gently. That earned you a delicious, ragged whine, and you felt pride and lust fill your heart. You gave the same treatment to the other and felt her tremble and weakly buck her hips against your body.

You yourself were on fire. Your clit was throbbing under the water, and you wanted nothing more than the two of you to come over and over again. But you weren’t going to pass up an opportunity like this. You pulled away and Galadriel, stoic, noble and fierce Lady Galadriel, whimpered at the loss. 

“Shh,” you hushed her. “Let me.”

She let you lead her back up the steps of the pool, to the point where her hips were at your eye level, and you got her to sit down. Legs half immersed in the water, nipples peaking from the breeze and arousal, she was the most beautiful creature you’d ever seen. Her arms reached back to support herself, and the moonlight reflected her dewy skin, accentuating her breasts, shoulders and neck. 

You edged closer, hands massaging and rubbing Galadriel’s stunningly long legs as you neared her. She could barely breathe as you edged them apart, spreading her stance, glistening in the light. You hoisted one leg over your shoulder and Galadriel nearly fell back when you gently pulled apart her folds to press a light kiss on her clit.

Everything was wet. Everything seemed to be dripping, and Galadriel felt nearly scalding hot as you rubbed and explored down her slit with your fingers. 

She was quiet, holding her breath and keeping her eyes screwed shut, but her body betrayed her. Her muscles spasmed and trembled as you explored her, feeling every inch of her and mouthing at the soft flesh of her thighs and hips as much as you could. 

Galadriel moaned, loudly, and her hand pulled at your scalp sharply. Suddenly, a thought flashed through your head. A thought and image of fucking her with your fingers, and your face flushed at the thought. It wasn’t your own, it was like someone was pleading you for it inside your own head.

Startled but more than a little turned on by the feeling of sharing your mind with Galadriel, you did as she asked. By the looks of it, it seemed she hadn’t even registered that she was begging you telepathically, which made her startled cry from you slipping two fingers inside all the better.

She began rocking back and forth and you held onto her tightly, your free hand holding her leg over your shoulder, and your lips suckling at her clit. The water began sloshing in waves around you at the movements you were making and it became extra slippery with the added arousal dripping from around your fingers.

You could hear her pleading in your head, the only actual sounds she was making were broken whimpers and needy breaths. Your head was spinning with arousal and you thought about touching yourself under the water, but decided against it. She was so close, you could feel it.

You pushed a third finger in, curled upwards and pressed as hard as you could, and suddenly something snapped. A white-hot flash of desire shot through you as Galadriel came all over your fingers, trembling, sweating, gasping. It took very long for her to come down, and even longer for you to settle the churning nerves inside you.

You had felt her orgasm inside yourself, but you hadn’t actually had a release, which made it much, much more agonizing. 

You lowered her leg down into the water again and pulled her from the edge to be immersed in the water again. She slumped down with no hesitation or protest and dipped down to kiss you hard on the mouth.

“By the Valar,” she breathed. You giggled, hands winding in her hair. The locks had become tangled with her incessant thrashing about, and you began combing through them. 

When Galadriel brought her thigh up to let you rest on it under water, the arousal flooded back through you, rubbing against her leg. This time, she felt it too, and her eyes darkened immediately.

You opened your mouth to say something in polite protest, to say it was okay to not deal with you tonight because she seemed exhausted, but there was no quarrel to be had with the Lady of the Golden Wood.

She lifted you up as if you weighed absolutely nothing, and carried you through the water to the edge. Your foot brushed something soft and realized with amusement that Galadriel’s wet dress had floated back towards the two of you. You hoisted it out of the water to dry somewhere on the ground just as Galadriel pulled you up and sat you on the edge of the pool. 

Coaxing you to lay back, Galadriel could still reach over and kiss you firmly on the mouth with her towering length. Which is why you found it so hard to focus and barely registered her touching your cunt until her fingertips pressed against your cunt hard, aided with leverage from the rocking of her hips. 

You tore your mouth away from hers as your back arched off of the cold rock, and her lips sucked along your jawline and neck. The stimulation was overwhelming, but you wanted more, needed more. And this time Galadriel felt your pleading too. 

Her motions stilled in realization, her grip hard and her eyes wide. She could feel your mind, blooming open for her, begging for release from the deepest parts of you. 

Something feral snapped in the Elf Queen, you watched a shroud of darkness pass through her eyes and she grabbed your hips, flipping you over and pulling  you flush up against her front. One hand grasped your breasts and neck, palming your nipples and pulling your hair. The other ruthlessly rubbed at your clit. Your legs trembled in the water as she picked up speed, pressing and rubbing and circling your throbbing clit until you saw white and a loud, pathetic cry escaped your throat. 

But as you came, Galadriel didn’t stop or gentle her motions, instead she slipped two fingers inside that immediately pressed up and rubbed against that sensitive place inside of you. From the way she was gasping, you knew she could feel how intense your orgasm was within herself too, and the feeling of your bond blossomed and overwhelmed your senses.

You weren’t sure if you blacked out once Galadriel bit your shoulder, or if you were mumbling anything coherent as you came down from your high. You could barely feel your legs, but you felt relieved and overwhelmed all at the same time. 

Galadriel was panting as she turned you in her arms. You reached up to kiss her, your hips and legs bruised from the edge of the pool and Galadriel’s strong grip, but you didn’t mind the soreness one bit. 

“I wish I didn’t have to leave,” you whispered against her lips. You opened your eyes and were surprised to see Galadriel’s had gotten misty. You weren’t sure if the sorrow you were feeling was hers or your own. 

“Oh, meleth-nin,” she murmured brokenly, wrapping you up tightly and kissing your face everywhere she could. 

“Come with us,” you pleaded, knowing it was not possible in the slightest that she could. She knew this. Her hands brushed back your hair and cradled your face gently, so unlike the passionate and unruly persona who had taken over her lust just moments ago. 

“We will meet again,” she muttered. “You know it, in your heart.”

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean I like it,” you pouted indignantly. She chuckled that beautiful and familiar chuckle and pressed her forehead against yours.

“Be safe, my darling,” she whispered. “I will be watching over you.”

Your own eyes were getting teary now too, and you pulled away to look her in the eyes. You suddenly felt exhausted, and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in her arms. 

“We should sleep,” you suggested. Then, you remembered Galadriel’s dress was a complete disaster now. You paled a little at the realization.

“Not to worry, dear one,” she chuckled again, seemingly having understood your expression. “I am inventive.”

And that was how, scandalously so, the Lady Galadriel wrapped herself in naught but a silvery cloak, held together with your belt that you offered her. You dressed in your own clothing awkwardly as you hadn’t fully dried off and you carried Galadriel’s wet dress in your hands. 

You kept whispering that you had to hurry up before someone saw you as the two of you snuck out back towards the main buildings, but Galadriel only laughed. You realized Elves, especially the Lothlorien Elves it seemed, had no shame whatsoever, as Galadriel hoisted you up bridal style, and marched to her quarters. 

As soon as the doors were locked behind you, all the damp and uncomfortable clothing came off once again and you slipped under warm silken sheets. Galadriel pulled you close, and you wrapped an arm around her middle, pressing your head against her chin and jaw and kissing her there softly until you drifted off.

A/N: You asked, I answered :3 We love Galadriel!! I have a sudden urge to binge all 6 films again..

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(最后的厂牌  LAST CREW) His Story: [MAN ONWIRE] 周怀夜 Zhou Huaiye Translation Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

*Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Welcome to another round of Ran’s whims Evan brainrot, extended. *CEO man’s future tag will be #CEO ONWIRE *THEY RAP WELL!!!

"Before meeting you, he was the one who bore the name of [Hero]”

He never wanted to become a Hero, never expected to be associated with greatness. The wings of the Devil shields the night skies of the city, bestowing destruction upon the emotionless world beneath before light peaks.

The 24th of December, the Year 2100. Christmas Eve.

Dark clouds have hovered above the skies of 000 City for a good two months now.

A year ago, on this very Christmas Eve. The last Thousand City Conference of the 21st Century was going to be held in 000 City. Everyone present was overwhelmed with joy as they looked forward to the arrival of "The New Chapter of Mankind".

However, the emotions of this City have been concealed by the cold buildings all around on this night of the year. Every sliver of light is a luxury in this silent, pale, steel tomb of a City. And at the very top of it all, on the top floor of PAINK’s Headquarters, located at the very heart of the City——

Zhou Huaiye was waiting on an important document in the vast, but very empty office.

There was only a small light lit on the long table, made of solid wood, before him. He laces his fingers together, crossing them before him as he places his arms on the table, pressing the tip of his nose against his knuckles.

His usually sharp and indifferent eyes were now rimmed with red. Was it anger? Or sadness? His dark blue eyes were dark and clouded, as if obscured by dark clouds that would soon break out in heavy torrential rains and howling winds.

Zhou Huaiye swivelled his chair around, looking out of the window overlooking the City. All the pedestrians that made an occasional appearance out on the streets had emotionless faces.

He turned the ring sitting on his index finger, a little on edge. The sound of metal chafing skin was infinitely amplified in the deathly silence of the office.

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The phone that sat to the side gives an untimely ring in this subtle moment of silence, sounding especially shrill to the ears.

Zhou Huaiye took one glance at the screen before closing his eyes once more. He straightened back up, turning the ring on his index finger back around to face upwards, and leaned back in his chair.

Gone were the pain, doom, and gloom, in his eyes when he opened them again. There was even a hint of a smile playing at his lips when he answered the call.

He crossed his fingers together, naturally resting them against the top of his crossed legs, preparing for the start of this important conversation.

"You're in quite the jolly mood." The man on the other end of the line, someone who had been deemed "perfect", took the initiative to speak.

"Several of the new drug production lines that I've had my eye on for a long time now will finally change hands tomorrow. They will be falling into the hands of the right people." Zhou Huaiye casually picked up the wineglass beside him, holding it up. 

He appeared seemingly at ease as he laid back in his chair, but his eyes never once left X's face.

"I've also just heard of that piece of news. Hence, I'm here to congratulate you. Now, there will no longer be anyone capable of threatening PAINK's position in the Pharmaceutical Industry." X waved a printed document in the air on the other side of the line.

A hint of something flickered past his eyes, his facade was broken. However, he made no move to cover it up, only leaning back in his chair, taking a sip of his wine.

He then crossed both of his arms before his chest, expressing his dissatisfaction. “And here, I thought that my confidentiality measures were doing quite well in being infallible.”

X seemingly disregarded the hostility that was apparent in Zhou Huaiye’s voice, or perhaps he was deliberately making a display of his never-seen-before lenience and generosity. 

“Our Emotion Suppressing Chip is based on your Gr-0. It only became a success thanks to your research and development it. I’m even willing to share with you our Emotion Suppressing Chip’s production methods if it means that we can avoid unnecessary trouble in the future.” “In light of that, do remember that we’re always comrades and not enemies.”

Zhou Huaiye aptly adjusted his sitting posture, calming his hackles that had risen with hostility by collapsing his hands back together. “Surely, you aren’t just here to congratulate me, am I right?”

“The congratulatory message is merely the icing on top of the cake.” X crossed his hands together, casting a scrutinizing look at him through the screen.

“If you are willing to join Zenith’s latest project regarding the upgrading of the Emotion Suppressing Chip...”

Beep beep—

The beep of the notification denoting a new incoming report interrupted X’s business proposal. Zhou Huaiye turned around at the sound, noting that the thing of utmost importance that he’d been waiting on had finally arrived.

“It’s Christmas Eve. Are your subordinates still working on the Eve of Christmas?” X’s lips curled in amusement, the reason behind indiscernible.

Zhou Huaiye made no move to hide or conceal anything. He openly clicked on the file, opening it up under X’s watch. This was just a compiled analysis report on the profits of a couple of the drug production lines.

“Well, I’m most certainly expecting to see more people coming by to congratulate PAINK tomorrow. And as for that new project of yours—”

Zhou Huaiye’s smile was reflected in X’s eyes; it was not only was it oozing self-confidence, but it was also a little conceited. “I have no use for the Emotion Suppressing Chip, so as to speak. It is of no commercial value to me, and neither do I wish to do any more of these sort of arduous and thankless tasks in the name of ‘public interest’.”

“Now that’s truly a pity.” X feigned his regret at the notion. “And here, you could have been a Hero again.”

“I’ve already earned the status of ‘Hero’ once.” Zhou Huaiye pointed to the financial report. “People will always remember my company, PAINK, and the ground-breaking contribution that my Gr-0 has brought to the Medical World.”

"I wish you success in your endeavours. And, a merry Christmas to you."

"Thank you." Zhou Huaiye smiled pleasantly at having received the reply that denoted the end of the conversation, pressing the button in his phone to end the call.

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The pleasant smile that had been on his face disappears the very same moment X's visage does. 

He reopens the document he'd just received earlier. Inputting a password revealed another two documents within the file. He opens the first one, quickly skimming through it. It was a sheet, packed full of information. The gears in his head whirled to life as he repeated the motion like clockwork, again and again for a couple more times, before he hit the end of the sheet.

There were many columns to the table that presented themselves on the sheet, detailing the most basic information of all individuals whose profiles had been recorded. They were of different ages, different genders; yet, they all had the same look of fear on their face, and the same hometown, TFZ-007.

It was the one and only area that the raw material needed to produce Gr-0 could be mined.

And the human experimentation that this sheet came from had also started at around the same time that the very same mining area was officially classified as a City.

Of course, it also coincided with the time when Zhou Huaiye, the pharmaceutical research and development genius, was promoted and placed on a pedestal by 000 City itself when he successfully optimized the production of Gr-0.

He tried his hardest to still the tremor of his fingers.

The sender, going by the name of “Nuts”, had attached an encrypted message for him at the bottom of the sheet. “The list is still being updated.”

The list was yet to be completed; and his sins, never-ending.

He lowered his head, harshly pressing his forehead against his prominent knuckles. There was something seemingly starting to protrude out from his back, rising and falling with his every breath.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window before him laid the usual cold and bustling city. However, he bowed his head towards it in a manner that was almost humble, almost regretful.

Zhou Huaiye's jaw tightened, his lips pressed into a line so thin that it went white.

He cannot lose control yet.

He closed the first document and opened the second.

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Only coordinates were written within. “127°16′E, 31°18′N”

Zhou Huaiye only realized that it was snowing out when he left PAINK's HQ.

The sereneness of the City in the snow faintly reminded him of how this holiday night used to go…

Whenever it was snowing, the lively crowds would flock under the array of colourful lights. The whole City, lively and alive, bathed in warm lights and dancing shadows.

However, in a year, all of that is nought but a mere distant memory of the past.

Zhou Huaiye let out a long and deep sigh as he turned and walked into the shadows of the City.

A black silhouette stands atop the highest tower in the City. Looking from the tower down below, 000 City was akin to a cold rock. The night turns the entire City into a black hole after the lights of a thousand over houses are dimmed, swallowing the gazes of anyone who dared set eyes on it.

The wind brings along a message; of the rumbling that was approaching, closer and closer. It reverberated in his ears, reminding him of how close his target is. And in another ten seconds or so, a huge transport vehicle made up of many hard metal cargo compartments attached to it comes into view. According to the fixed route in which it traverses, it should continue travelling at high speeds along the opposite transportation passageway after coming out of the airborne expressway.

However, under his silent gaze, the transport vehicle makes a sharp turn, careening towards the concrete pillars of the expressway. A second before the transporting truck made impact, the ground below the pillar suddenly sank to reveal a hidden tunnel.

Granted, the entrance to the tunnel sealed itself back up as soon as the truck went in, turning into hard ground with nary a flaw.

A pair of huge wings sprout from the figure above the tower. Black feathers flutter in the night sky. The cool lights from the City were like revolving lanterns, illuminating the devilish face of the man, caged within his black wings.

His face could not be made out clearly in the inky darkness, but he had a pair of particularly intimidating eyes. It was as if they held the darkness and sins of the entire world within their depths.

In just mere seconds, the gigantic black silhouette followed the vehicle into the tunnel.

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Inside the tunnel, cold strips of light continued their never-ending extend forwards. The "demon" kept as close to the ground as possible to maximise speed.

Just as he was about to reach the end of the truck, the black wings suddenly retracted a little, taking the form of wings shaped to glide. The man slips under the bottom of the truck, his wings slightly fluttering as he slips himself between the ground and the undercarriage of the car.

When he reaches the head of the truck, he abruptly unfurls his wings to their full span, leaping straight to the front of the truck's windscreen from beneath the undercarriage.

Under the icy lights, he mercilessly attaches the hooks atop his wings onto the front of the truck, like a demon straight from the depths of hell.

The truck had no driver. But, those eyes, so sharp and piercing that it was almost inhumane, were firmly fixated upon the window, like someone who was staring straight at their deepest, darkest sin.

The car's windscreen reflected Zhou Huaiye's countenance.

His huge wings took to the skies, flying upwards. The hook attached to the front of the vehicle lifts the entire truck into the air, its wheels leaving the ground. The pitch-black wings flapped, lifting and pulling the transport truck along with it. Its tires were still spinning.

Then, he lets go.

The truck flies across the tunnel, crashing violently into the walls of the hidden tunnel. A raging fire was ignited as the truck exploded into flames.

Zhou Huaiye stretched out his wings, hovering above the fire as he watched the metal boxes of the truck get swallowed up by the ravenous flames.

Stacks upon stacks, boxes upon boxes; those Emotion Suppressing Chips born from his sins burned, under his watchful gaze.

Cracks had appeared on the outer wall of the whole tunnel following the explosion.

In the span of a mere 10 seconds, the pressure of the water outside made the entire tunnel collapsed upon itself. The strips of cold light submerged, sinking into the deep sea.

The fire was extinguished, and the demon straight from the depths of hell had also returned to its domain, disappearing along with the blue abyss.

Everything disappeared without a trace.

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Zhou Huaiye now sits beneath the viaduct, where the river meets the sea, completely drenched.

Everything was so peaceful, it was almost as if the tunnel never collapsed. It was as if the explosion never happened, with how highly efficient the City continued to run.

He raises his head, looking at the towering bridge and the tall buildings all around him that rose to the skies. A sea of skyscrapers, threatening to swallow him whole at any given moment.

It was then that his phone sounded a notification. A message from nuts: "The transport route has been altered. Now searching for the new route."

The message automatically deleted itself a few seconds later.

Zhou Huaiye propped both of his hands behind his back, raising his head as he looked back above once more…

The snow stopped, and the light of dawn filtered down from the skies.

...Merry Christmas…

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[lilymanaged]

just a little bit of your heart

hello its me, ya girl, back with fic

okay so this was originally supposed to be part of a longer fic, but I lost the motivation because I moved tf on (there was a boy, he sucked, I began to write, then I realized that he was not worth my energy so I stopped), but I really kinda like this bit so here is it! in the original fic, there was supposed to a redemption arc, but obviously that isn't going to happen. enjoy anyway!

AO3

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It started when she was fifteen.

She had known him before, of course - hard not to know someone who lives just across the common room from you, who was so visible at all times, who was so beloved by students and teachers alike. He was the star of the Quidditch team already, lapping the upperclassmen in skill and devotion. He was the top of the class, naturally smart and hardworking. He Was...and she Was Not. And that’s just the way it was.

Something had changed that day, mid-January, Charms classroom. It was bitterly cold outside, but the castle was warm and bright.

Maybe it was the light from the fire lit behind Professor Flitwick’s desk, or the snow falling gently outside the castle, or maybe Lily had just tilted her head to the perfect angle that her hair fell off her shoulder to reveal her neck in an appealing way, but he approached her as she was packing up her things, halting her movements. She looked at him, wide-eyed, and he smiled charmingly down at her.

“Hey,” James said, voice deep. She shivered. “I’m sorry to ask this of you, but I am really just not understanding mobility charms. You know, summoning, banishing, those kinds of things. Would you mind helping me out a bit later? You’re the only person here who seems to get it.”

Lily’s mouth responded before her brain could catch up. “And what’s in it for me? I don’t reveal my secrets for just anyone, and definitely not for free.”

He chuckled, eyes alight with mirth. “Name your price.”

Lily blushed, stepping back a little. He shifted his weight forward, almost following her, and watched intently as she gathered her books into her arms, pressing them against her chest tightly in a vague attempt to force her heart to slow.

“Flying lessons,” she said, shocking herself a little. “My secrets for yours.”

He nodded, stepping fully into her space. At this point, they were the only ones left in the classroom, the rest of the students on their way to lunch already.

“My secrets for yours,” he repeated, reaching out to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. “You’re dangerous, Red.” Lily’s eyes widened, staring up at him in disbelief. His gaze shifted downward, searching her face and causing her flush to deepen.

“Dangerous?” she replied, voice faint.

“Yeah,” he breathed, eyes locking with hers. “Dangerous. For me. I’ll see you later.”

With that, he stepped away, looking over her one more time before turning and exiting the classroom. Lily slumped back down to her stool, placing her books on the table and pressing her forehead to them. She struggled to catch her breath and slow her erratic heart, cursing James Potter mildly in her head, dreading what might happen later.

What she had originally written off as a minor crush, maybe a physical attraction, soon bloomed into full-blown infatuation. Their study sessions stopped being study sessions very quickly, turning into conversations that left Lily shaking slightly under his intense attention. James was nothing if not engrossed in everything she had to say, and she often felt herself losing focus when his eyes met hers, burning with curiosity or confusion. Although they never got anywhere with the flying, really, Lily felt herself being less reluctant to share her so-called secrets as time went on. As long as James kept looking at her that way, he could frankly have whatever he wanted from her.

Which is why, come March, she had given him almost every piece of her heart, despite his lack of asking nor any confessed desire for it. Lily would all but float up to her dorm after spending time with James, gushing to Marlene and Dorcas about every word he said, every time his hand brushed hers, while Mary looked on warily.

“Lily, has he asked you out?” she asked one day in April, eyebrows knit as she sat next to Lily on the window seat of their dorm. The turret looked out onto the grounds, and Lily was looking over the grass, eyes glazed over dreamily, ignoring the book situated in her lap. They were supposed to be studying for their upcoming exams in June.  

“Hmm?”

“James, Lily. Has he asked you out yet?” Mary continued, eyes searching Lily’s face.

Lily’s brows knit together, and her smile dropped a bit. “No, Mare. He hasn’t.”

“Why do you think that is?”

Lily shifted in her seat, refusing to meet Mary’s eyes. After a moment, she looked up, tears in her eyes. “I don’t know,” she replied, exasperated, voice thick. “I don’t know.”

Mary turned toward Lily, pulling her friend into her arms. She allowed Lily to cry, stroking her hair gently until the sobs subsided. After a while, Lily pulled away, standing up.

“I think I’m just going to go to bed. Can we study tomorrow?” Mary nodded, and Lily walked away. She climbed into bed, pulling the canopy curtains closed abruptly.

The next morning, Lily was hyper-aware of James, and actively forced herself to be positive around him, upbeat. He sat beside her at breakfast, laughing at all her snarky jokes and playing with the ends of her hair. She felt Mary’s eyes on her, and resolutely ignored her, choosing instead to focus on the positive: James was right beside her, and it felt like she was bathing in his warm glow. Internally, she felt pathetic, vying for any scrap of love he would throw her way, but she was also resolutely ignoring that feeling.

Lily was focusing on the positive.

She was positive that this was going to crush her when it was all over.

And then, everything was fine until it wasn’t. The next year passed in a blur, and nothing changed between them. Lily watched as James dated other people, anyone who wasn’t her, while still calling her his best girl, holding her close and yet an arm’s length away. She tells herself that he is scared - scared of the depth of emotion between them, the absolute understanding that exists when they look at one another. He calls her dangerous to him, a minx sent to drive him crazy, tells her that she’s worth a million of him, places her on a pedestal when all she wants is for him to reach over and take her, choose her, love her. And yet, he never does quite pick her.

A little after Christmas of their fifth year, Lily gets mad and starts to date too, fueled by a desire to show him how it feels, show him what he is missing. Bertram Aubrey, a Ravenclaw in the year above them, agrees to a date to Hogsmeade and, before she even realizes it, she actually starts to like him. Spending time with Aubrey takes her away from James, and the horrible, heartsick feeling he represents. Bert is kind to her, attentive, enjoys her company. And so, she lets it happen.

She is happy with Bert, she realises one day in early April. The feeling takes her aback — she didn’t know she would really feel happy with someone who wasn’t James — and she decides she likes it. She tells Bert, and he is elated, kissing her breathless in the hallway in front of everyone. She smiles brightly at him, and ignores the lingering sensation of guilt in the back of her mind.

And everything is fine, until it isn’t.

Because now, here she is, standing by the Lake after their Transfiguration OWL, staring James down. He’s laughing, and his friends laugh with him. Snape is shouting abuse, and then she is too, telling James to leave Severus alone.

He will, he says, smile widening as he looks at her. It’s a nice smile, and Lily’s heart beats a little faster when she sees it. She quickly admonishes herself, waiting for the punchline.

“....if you go out with me.”

She starts, face heating up, and the words hang in the air between them. He’s making fun of her, she realises, playing on the love that she keeps tucked away inside herself, Lily’s worst kept secret. Lily feels whatever is left of her heart inside her chest break, shatter into a million pieces right in front of his eyes, and shouts at him for the first time.

James stumbles back as if he had been smacked in the face, and Lily gets a little thrill in her chest at his shocked expression. She blacks out a little, emotions high as the exchange continues and Snape ends the last remote traces of their feeble friendship.

When she finally walks away, surface emotion a disgusted rage - at Snape, at James, and mostly at herself for thinking anything would ever change. She frantically makes her way all the way to her dorm, throwing herself on her bed, and unleashes all the pent up frustration and hurt. Her roommates return about a half hour later, presumably after hearing every detail of the big showdown, to the room absolutely trashed. Lily allowed the magic to flow through her, and it resulted in slashed curtains, broken pillows, shoes and clothes littering the floor. Mary and Emmeline curl themselves around her in her bed and Marlene and Dorcas put the room to rights, and Lily cries until she falls asleep. Later, when she looks back on that afternoon by the Lake, Lily recognizes it as the true end of her childhood — any lingering optimism or romantic hopes had shattered the moment her heart did.

[ladyfl4me]

a few TCOS spoilers without context

now that i’ve officially figured out where the FUCK the plot is going, esp the little fiddly bits in between, i can make one of these and cackle about it

[ID: a photograph of the rotunda in the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History. It is a three-story domed space inside a large building. The rotunda is lit with bright blue and gold lights. A life-size model of an elephant stands on a pedestal in the middle of the room, surrounded by dozens of people in formal event wear. end ID.]

[ID: a photograph of a wide, shallow river, flanked on either side by dense bushes and leafy trees. end ID]

[ID: a still frame from the movie Atlantis: The Lost Empire. In an underground cave, several large stone masks float around a brightly-glowing crystal, which bathes the room in pale blue light. end ID.]

[ID: a photo of an old blue-and-white pickup truck parked in a desert. end ID.]

[ID: a still frame from the movie Interstellar. A man in a brown jacket and work jeans stands in front of a bookshelf. His back is to us; work gloves poke out of one of his back pockets. There are books scattered on the ground, and gaps between the books on the shelf. end ID.]

[ID: a 3 by 3 alignment chart. The rows are labeled “monster, waifu, normie.” The columns are labeled “hunter, fucker, kin.” The “monsterhunter” and “monsterfucker” boxes are labeled “Agent Stern.” end ID.]

[ID: a moth with mottled and striped brown wings, pinned to a white background. a label under it reads “Cecropia Moth.” end ID]

[ID: a realistic rendering of a camera belonging to the antagonistic artificial intelligence HAL 9000, from the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey. It looks like a glass eyeball with a silver border, a red iris, and a glowing yellow pupil. end ID.]

chapter 13 is almost done and ready to post! i’ll preface the actual chapter with a brief summary of the story up to that point, as a refresher; i haven’t put up a chapter since early april, because of school, so it wouldn’t hurt. hope y’all are ready for this one!

[thatboomerkid]

Shining Immortality of Mammon’s Love

Shining Immortality of Mammon’s Love -- Pathfinder Urban Fantasy Occult Ritual

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For more material on the topic, see both Occultic Singularity & Incantations From the Other Side: Spirit Magic

School Transmutation; Level 9th

Casting Time 9 hours

Components V, S, M (a masterwork, life-like miniature statuette of the primary caster, as she wishes she appeared, crafted of solid gold and worth at least 3,000 gp; one severed body-part from Albert Kenkaid, usually a finger or a tongue (such items can usually be acquired on the black market for a minimum of 2,000 gp.); a variety of expensive material objects & consumer goods [listed below] worth at least 2,000 gp.; gold-colored paint mixed with powerful drugs, worth at least 1,000 gp.), F (an opulent home with high windows, thirteen gold-plated weighted merchant’s scales of masterwork quality, fifteen darkwood pedestals, a darkwood chalice, heavy curtains and a high-quality source of music, worth a total of 28,000 gp), SC (minimum zero; a maximum of up to twenty secondary casters may assist with this ritual)

Skill Checks Craft (body-painting) DC 33, 2 successes; Knowledge (religion) DC 33, 2 successes; Perform (singing or string instruments) DC 33, 2 successes; Profession (accountant) DC 33, 1 success; Profession (interior design) DC 33, 1 success; Spellcraft DC 33, 1 success

Casters of this ritual may willingly reduce their cost-of-living level to achieve success with this ritual. For each step of reduction that is accepted by a caster during the completion of any one skill check, above, the casters of this ritual receive a +1 profane bonus on that skill check. This reduction in cost-of-living level may be expended by any caster, and this bonus stacks with itself: in this way, multiple casters can willingly crash their credit scores, get kicked out of their apartments & have their farms repossessed in exchange for immediate power ... and the success of this ritual.

This supernatural reduction in cost-of-living level lasts until the start of the next game month, when casters must once again invest an amount of gold equal to the lifestyle bracket they wish to live in. A caster who possesses a cost-of-living level of Destitute cannot reduce her own cost-of-living level in exchange for power in this way.

Range self

Duration instantaneous

Saving Throw Will negates (harmless); Spell Resistance no

Backlash The primary caster is exhausted and immediately falls to -1 hit points, bleeding out and dying; the primary caster also suffers a permanent -6 penalty to one ability score (selected by the primary caster). The caster may choose to reduce her Dexterity score with this Backlash, as this penalty is obviated whether the ritual is successful or not: this special penalty overlaps with (does not stack with) the -6 penalty to Dexterity imposed by the Metal-Clad template (see below). Whether the ritual is successful or not, the primary caster’s new fast healing will most-likely save her life, even if she is entirely alone.

Failure The primary caster immediately suffers the effects of feeblemind and gains both the Lead-Clad Template and the Ravenous Creature template; she is treated as having consumed herself within the last 24 hours. The primary caster gains sustenance only from consuming the flesh of the ritual’s casters, although she may mistakenly attempt to gain sustenance from other members of her own species in her bestial fury. If the primary caster is ever slain by violence or other mishap (rather than dying of her accursed starvation), she returns to life in 2d4 days (as per true resurrection) and gains either the Advanced Simple Template, the Giant Simple Template or another appropriate +1 CR template (such as the Earth-Infused template); these special templates always stack.

original image from here

Effect:

This ritual may only be cast on the primary caster’s birthday. It must be cast indoors, near windows, during daylight hours while the sunlight is partially blocked by curtains; the ritual must be completed after the sun is set, bathed in near-total darkness: lit only by candles and the roaring bonfire at the center of the ritual space.

This ritual usually occurs in a mansion owned by the primary caster or by one of her servants, but this is not technically required.

This ritual may only be cast by a living creature, and casting this spell is both a strongly Lawful and Evil act. Note that no casters of this ritual must worship or serve Mammon nor any other Archdevil.

By means of this ritual, the caster may apply both the Immortal Creature Template and the Gold-Clad Template to herself.

NOTE: Yes, this means the primary caster gains a total of +10 to Charisma.

Yes, this means that a wizard who “dump-stated” Charisma to an 8 gains a total Charisma score of 18 after successfully completing the ritual, while a highly-charismatic antipaladin might become near-godlike.

Yes, this is powerful. Yes, this is dangerous.

This is the shining shape of Mammon’s love.

The ritual begins with the preparation of a bonfire in the center of the ritual space, usually cut & dug out of a ballroom or gallery floor, then filled with gasoline and bits of broken violins, pianos, furniture and oil-paintings. The fifteen darkwood pedestals are then arranged around this pit in an esoteric but aesthetically-pleasing way.

A gold-plated ritual balance-scale is placed on each of thirteen pedestals.

The primary caster then places the golden icon of herself upon a curtain-draped pedestal and stands upon a matching pedestal directly opposite the icon; she gazes at this icon across the flames of the bonfire – and at the surrounding scales – near-exclusively for the duration of the ritual. The scales around her are then filled with a variety of expensive material objects & consumer goods, including -- but not limited to -- gold, platinum, silk, exotic fur, musical instruments, crude oil, incense, diamonds, ink, paper currency, receipts, magnetized plastic, clockwork, electronics, rich wine, and fine foods including thick butter, spiced jam and pickled heron eggs, soft cheeses wrapped in sealed wax, exquisite cuts of marbled steak wrapped-cold in thick bacon, thin wafers of garlic-soaked crust, pepper, cherries, mint leaves, chocolate, salted cashews, saffron, truffles, caviar and tiny onions.

These items are weighed, evaluated and sacrificed: balanced against one another in a ritual “transaction” that seeks to purchase the immortal soul of the primary caster and tie it to her own earthly buying-power. As items fall from the scales, they are immediately replaced, until the ground is littered with spilled, ruined and destroyed objects of unutterable value. Many of these items fall into the pit of the bonfire and are consumed.

If any weighted balance-scale is damaged or destroyed during the course of this ritual’s casting, the ritual automatically fails.

The primary caster is then painted, head-to-toe, to appear like her own perfect self-image, becoming lost in the transactions around her as the drug set in. She stands perfectly still, matching her own icon as perfectly as she is able.

The severed piece of Albert Kenkaid is dipped in gold paint and then eaten.

The ritual concludes with the primary caster receiving an unholy “baptism” from a darkwood chalice full of drug-laced golden paint, drinking deeply & becoming reborn. Whether the ritual is successful or not, the primary caster vanishes, as does her icon; she gains both templates and appears exactly halfway between the two “central” pedestals, within the bonfire: once she regains consciousness, she steps from the flames once more: an utterly new and unique creature.

Designer’s Note: This ritual is taught both by Mr. Skinflint and by Amaana Qaruun; it is -- in theory -- available to any member of the Inner Circle of the Archfiend who is capable of paying for the service to be performed and willing to accept the risks. Those few creatures who have successfully completed the ritual are automatically considered full members of the mysterious Oil Dollar Organization; the final goals of this organization are unclear, although they are known to have high-level influence over Union Global Confederated.

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[elizajanetc]

everything has changed | juliza

Tagged: Eliza & @julcshough

When: Wednesday night, 1/30 on the beach

Warnings: NSFW, smut

Julianne: Jules really hadn't seen much of the beach besides the walk along it two days ago, anyone who knew her knew that wasn't enough for her when she lived at the beach when she lived in LA. The cool breeze assaulting her face the moment she stepped outside, the darkening sky hovering a dark shield over the beach, luckily there were torches and bonfires set up by the resort that allowed the guests to enjoy the beauty of the beach under new gleam. In her simple jean shorts and string bikini top she stepped over the threshold to the beach. The sound of the crashing waves drowning out all her hearing trying to look for her best friend. Smiling quickly when she saw her. She had not well thought out exactly what kind of fun they could have here but really she just wanted to see Eliza cause it felt like days since they got to honestly connect and text messages werent always the best.

Eliza: It was a weird mix of emotions coursing through Eliza as she sat on the beach waiting for Julianne to join her so they could spend some time together. Things had changed for her recently, not just because of her break up with Alycia but because she had found herself feeling something for Jules. For days she had tried to push it away because her best friend was engaged, but today when they had playfully flirted, the full rush of the feelings hit Eliza like a ton of bricks. And she had been doing her best all day to push them deep down, knowing that's where the needed to be. Eliza stood up when she saw Julianne approaching, a smile on her face as she stood up in her own bathing suit top with shorts. "There she is," she grinned and reached out to hug her tightly, trying but failing to prevent herself from checking her out, "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever, so I'm glad we're fixing that."

Julianne: The teasing by text, it just opened a grand 'What if' to Julianne and she actually found herself not wanting to fight off the obvious flirting with her good friend and actually asking the question what it be like to be with her. Least what she thought was flirting, she couldn't be sure and couldnt explore it too much cause she was engaged. She loved Aaron don't get her wrong and she would never ever cheat on anyone but she coudn't help her mind from just wondering. Even Eliza's greeting and well obvious checking her out made her feel seen, something illusive to her as of late. "here I am!" God why was she so nervous right now. "I know I just wanted to get to be with you." her stumbling words making it more clear how nervous she was but there was a seed of deep truth in there she jsut needed to physically be near Eliza right now.

Eliza: Just the feeling of having her arms wrapped around Julianne ignited whatever this was that had popped up so suddenly, and Eliza tried her hardest to push it down as deep as she could. But the next words out of Jules' mouth made that nearly impossible, and she felt her own heartbeat speed up in the process. "You can be with me anytime. Just say the words, and I'm yours," she smiled softly, amazed by the power behind the words. Hoping that Jules wasn't able to tell just how much she meant them, even if Eliza was pretty positive that her own eyes gave it away. "I figured we could take a little walk down the beach, maybe make a pit stop at the beach bar to grab a drink for on our walk?" she told her, grabbing her hand to start leading her down the beach with a huge smile on her face, "Are you in or are you in?"

Julianne: Julianne giving a little smile at the very comforting offer. She took them at complete face value, didnt even need a second thought on it. Jules got caught in Eliza's eyes how they were holding that look that one she couldn't peg but finding herself staring into them for longer than was expected. The warmth of the other blonde's hand fully encompassing her own there was those damn tingles again like when she thought a little to long on the texts earlier. "I am so in." Yeah she would need that drink soon to stop these fantasizing rabbit trails she was having once again. Jules lengthened and laced her fingers together with Eliza a purely intimate act as that delicate skin to skin friction driving her to softly moan.

Eliza: Eliza could feel the weight of Julianne's stare searing into her, and she was sure she blushed a bit from the intensity of the small moment, one she knew she was reading way too much into. "That's my girl," she grinned, about to let go of her hand until she felt Julianne lace their fingers together. Eliza looked down at their hands fit together, a smile for of adoration tugging her lips upwards at the sight. They had just started walking when Eliza heard the sound that escaped Julianne, her head snapping to the side with a raise eyebrow and curious look. "Jules? Did you just moan?" she questioned, rubbing her thumb over the skin of her hand, focusing on the questions instead of the way the sound sent butterflies everywhere in her stomach.

Julianne: A sense of pride emanated from her chest as Eliza said she was her girl, to be that person placed on a pedestal by someone you cared very deeply for was always something that made one feel good. The sand sifting through their toes painting this very sensual picture that were the conditions that lead to Jules to literally moan outloud. She had thought at first it had been one of those moans you swore was in your head but nope she had to voice her pleasure at this simple act out loud. "Yes.." a pause of a second followed as that panic had all her thinking nearly haulted "I was probably just thinking about the drinks." Panicked she made up the most plausible but ridiculous excuse she ever could. Then Eliza's soothing touch danced over the back fo her hand and she near about let it all come out like a waterfall. How hot and bothered shed been by their texts and how in this moment her clear cut feelings for Aaron now became muddied and confusing.

Eliza: For a moment, Eliza considering Julianne's explanation of the moan and thought it over before shrugging briefly. "I'll pretend like I believe that," she winked, leading them down to the edge of the water for their walk so they could feel how warm it was on their feet, "Just remember what I said earlier about blowing your mind? That moan would be nothing compared to that." Eliza couldn't help herself for that comment, and the grin with her tongue just barely sticking out showed how much she enjoyed teasing Jules like that. Maybe making the jokes would make it easier to face her feelings head on and to recognize she could never truly act on them. Even if those jokes were completely true, and things she wished she could make come true for both of them. A small wave came up and swept over their feet, Eliza stumbled a little closer to Julianne when it felt a little colder than she had anticipated.

Julianne: Eliza had this amazing ability to bring back lightheartedness and brevity to Jules's ways of making things well we will just say heavier. Jules walked with Eliza, so busy looking down a their feet about to touch the waters edge. it made her attention snap all the more hearing that joke from Eliza. And there was no just pushing this one down. The tongue was the worst damn bit of it and imaging just where it could be used. Jules felt the need to touch her again, anywhere, anyhow but fortunately enough for her nature did it for her. "You ok baby?" her voice dropping down soft as two of her arms wrapped around Eliza's hips as they always did, but far too comfortable for just friends to do. Jules's bare skin finally flush to Eliza's finally getting something she had been denying herself and admitting how damn good it felt to be this close to the fellow blonde.

Eliza: Once the shock of the waters temperature wore off, Eliza focused on the reality of what was currently happening and the words that just left Julianne's mouth. More specifically, one word. It was only a one letter difference than what they normally called each other, but that one letter changed things a lot. Eliza just looked at her for a moment, a look of awe on her face as she noticed how close they were and how much they were touching, and just where Jules' hands and arms were. "I'm perfect, gorgeous," she promised softly, her own hands snaking around Julianne's waist. It was a slow move, waiting to see if Jules stopped her as she did so, until they were standing in a way that she knew best friends didn't do. Anyone could see them right now, but she didn't care, all she could do was stare down into those blue eyes. "You have about ten seconds to stop me before I do something that's going to change everything," Eliza warned, her voice going into a whisper as she leaned in closer, her chest heaving just slightly from the nerves. Nerves and butterflies weren't common for her, but they were both plain as day right now as she felt herself within an inch of kissing Julianne.

Julianne: Julianne didnt stop her, but her eyes were locked on the set staring right back at her. Chest to chest, almsot feeling Eliza's breathe on her in the still of the night's air. Jules first reacted confused by her words, it was too much of a pipe dream to believe what they implied was going to happen next. Eliza was asking for her permission to kiss her and Julianne couldnt actually imagine saying no. Not with their bodies in close not with this chemistry lit a fire between them. "kiss me." she practically begged.

Eliza: Even with the flirting happening between them, even with everything that happened in the last 15 minutes that they had been together; Eliza had still been expecting Julianne to tell her no or push her away. But when she didn't, when she asked Eliza to kiss her, the taller blonde didn't hesitate. The second the words left Julianne's mouth, Eliza closed that last bit of distance between them and kissed her. It was soft at first, so soft that Eliza practically melted right there on the beach in her arms. Nothing could have prepared her for just how incredible this would be or the way her stomach felt like it was going to fall of her ass. For just a moment, Eliza pulled back to look at Julianne again with an adoring grin on her face before using one hand to cup the side of Julianne's face and kiss her again. Though this kiss was deeper, filled with more than the soft kiss a moment before had been.

Julianne: The kiss instantly sent off fireworks in Jules's heart but it was a gentle kiss. It spoke of true feelings and gentle adoration. It was the thing Jules didnt know how much she had been wanting. When they parted she was sure she looked probably stark white still in shock this was happening but also seeing Eliza in a whole new light, other relationships now in the back of her mind. The second kiss was where Jules could express all that desire she had tried to simmer down earlier. Jules own hands finding the flesh of her shoulders and attempting to slide down her arms. This time Jules honestly moaned out possessively claiming Eliza's lips.

Eliza: Eliza had been half expecting for Julianne to really push her way she kissed her the second time, but when she didn't, she took the chance to really pour the feelings she had been keeping buried into the kiss. Hearing that moan for a second time, though this one was clearer and louder, is what really set Eliza off and she knew there was no going back unless Julianne told her to stop. Eliza guided Jules down to the sand with her, with Eliza sitting down and pulling Julianne into her lap without ever breaking the kiss. Instantly, her arms wrapped around her and pulled her close to her as their current position would allow. The kiss broke long enough to allow Eliza to start kissing down Julianne's chin, nipping at her skin lightly until she reached her neck, biting down softly on the skin of her pulse point while her hands ran softly up and down her thighs. Eliza knew it was going to be over sooner rather than later, so she was taking every second that Jules gave her to show her just how badly Eliza wanted her in every way.

Julianne: Quite comfortable straddling the taller blonde Julianne groaning the second Eliza’s lips left hers but she was not in want for pleasure long lips touching every point down her neck her greatest weak spot to overwhelm her completely with feelings of pleasure and burning lust. The soft of her thighs being touched naturally making them part also telling her where this would go next. She wanted nothing more to make love right here with Eliza but she also cared for her so much she didn’t want to rush things and make one huge misstep. She’d techinically be cheating on her fiancé for things to go any further. “Baby baby” pulling her thrown back head down opening the eyes that rolled and rolled in pleasure. “I want this I want this so bad but I also don’t want to do something further that we would regret tomorrow and ruin us -whatever this is” laying it all out there and all while trying to express this was by no means a turn down

Eliza: From the first moment that Eliza had kissed Julianne, she had known that this moment was going to come where they had to stop what they were doing. And as much as she hated it, she also knew that she was right, and they couldn't go any further right now. "I know," Eliza mumbled against Julianne's skin, placing one final kiss to that spot on her neck before pulling away to look up at her. God she was beautiful, it was the first thing that Eliza thought of when she looked up and the lights from the hotel behind them were lighting up Julianne's face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so carried away," she told her, brushing the strands of hair out of Julianne's face as she did so, "But nothing is going to ruin us, okay? You're my best friend, first and foremost. And whatever this is, no matter how badly I want you, at the end of the day, I know you're engaged. And maybe that's why I got carried away, because I knew I'd probably never get another chance."

Julianne: The war waged inside of Julianne’s mind. They had no guarantee of tomorrow and they had waited what seemed too long already. Jules stopped to focus on how Eliza was looking at her how tenderly she had brushed back her hair and her mind was made up for her. Taking a second to look at the beautiful face for a moment longer before she got really bold even for reaching up behind herself to untie the back of her bikini top. Her firm but small breasts breaking free. For tonight she just wanted to love Eliza and be loved. She had never been with another woman besides for some heavy making out before but it didn’t take a rocket scientist and she’d worship Eliza’s body like it should be like she knew she liked to be.

Eliza: Eliza wasn't sure what was going through Julianne's mind right now, it's like she was watching her work through something at this very moment and for some reason she knew to stay quiet. She knew that this wasn't the time to talk, and allowed Jules to have all the time that she needed. Of all the things that Eliza thought might happen after the small talk they just had, this was definitely last on the list, and her eyes went wide with a mixture of lust and awe when Julianne was suddenly completely naked from the waist up. It took her a few moments to stop staring, her mouth going dry at the sight, until she finally snapped herself out of it to look up into blue eyes. "Jules," she whispered, her hands grasping tightly at the material of Julianne's shorts to control herself, "Are you sure? We don't have to, you know. I want this, I want /you/ more than you realize. But I want to make certain that you're completely sure."

Julianne: The cool breeze of the night hardened Jules’s nipples as lust coarses through her. Her hands having to rest at the bare skin of Eliza’s stomach to control herself. “I’m sure” she promised her voice so sure for such a short sentence. “What if we only had this one night to show each other?” She pleaded, the jean clad hips rolling into Eliza’s lap grinding onto her. Hands raising to run through the blonde hair of her companion

Eliza: There was a pang of sadness that went through Eliza at the thought of this being the only night they could have, but she also knew that it was the reality of what might happen. That after tonight, they'd have to go back to just being best friends and Eliza being her maid of honor. So she quickly shoved those thoughts out of her mind, which was easy to do when Julianne began to grind her hips into her own. "Come here," she replied instantly, kissing Julianne once again. Only this time it was filled with passion, pouring every ounce of her feelings into it as he hands went back to scratching down her thighs. "I do believe I promised to blow your mind," she grinned against her lips as one hand came up to start softly massaging one of Julianne's breasts.

Julianne: Julianne’s tongue licked at Eliza’s in that passion filled kiss. Promises to be kept only made that kiss turn more hungry and possessive. Jules moaning out her breast finally paid the attention it was begged for since she undid her top. Jules likewise running her hands up and down Eliza’s top. She had been so concerned they would do something they both regretted in the morning light but this was shaping up to be the one night of her life she’d not forget. Hands going down to the waistband of Eliza’s shorts fiddling with the offending button

Eliza: Eliza knew they needed to be careful, that anyone could catch them at any point in time, but being careful was honestly the last thing on her mind as she went back to the place on Julianne's neck that she had started earlier. Without a second thought, she bit down on the spot that had seemed to work magic moments before and sucked on the skin there, just as her fingers moved to pinch at Julianne's nipples. Feeling a hand down at her shorts, Eliza immediately used her body to shuffle them around so that she could give Jules easier access, all while her lips never left her skin. Slowly making her way down the center of her chest, getting teasingly close to the other breast that her hand wasn't already paying attention to.

Julianne: Closing her eyes she melted into the sensation of Eliza’s mouth on her the tingling it sent through her body. The small pinch urging Jules to grab at her shorts she wasn’t any closer to unlatching them but the pleasure made nothing in her mind think clear enough to complete such a simple task. After the shift though those shorts were all hers the target in her eyes unzipped as Jules stud an unsure hand just to the warm flesh there briefly a tease of her if anything. Eliza there at the apex of her breasts just threatening to reach her denied tit was almost too much for her. “Baby I’m so wet already” like that had anything to do with Elia teaching her other breast. Settling for shoving her hand down the front of Eliza’s shorts to taunt the fellow blonde’s hot core

Eliza: It was intense, the surge of fire that coursed through her at the mixture of Julianne's words and her hand going into Eliza's shorts, and it caused her to finally let out a moan of her own. "And I've barely even done anything yet. I told you I was good," she smirked up at her, barely moving her lips away from her chest to speak. Once the words were out, Eliza immediately went back to work, pulling Julianne's neglected nipple into her mouth, rolling it between her teeth. All the while, Eliza's other hand moved to untie her own bathing suit top, the fabric becoming constricting at this point. Once again, Eliza shuffled Julianne just slightly, just enough to give Eliza access to her shorts as well as her hand teasingly ran down Jules' abs before stopping at her shorts to copy the exact move Julianne had just pulled. Teasing her just as much as Julianne was teasing Eliza.

Julianne: Eliza’s words spoke over her skin sending tingles of pleasure over the already abused skin. Eyes lighting up the second she realized her friend’s top was going to be discarded just like hers had been the revealed flesh not safe from Jules she leaned over to kiss the skin teasingly in the spot right above her breasts. Allowing herself to be moved adoring eyes cast up at Eliza while she visually shook expecting that hand to go a hell of a lot further down in its path. “Please” it wasn’t so much begging her eyes dead serious knowing Eliza was taunting her

Eliza: There were few things that got to Eliza as much as hearing Julianne say please, knowing how badly that she wanted and needed her. "Anything for you," she told her with a smirk, the weight of the words rang true for far more than just what they were currently doing. As promised, Eliza finally gave Julianne what she was waiting for, her finger dipping to start making circles on her clit. She started slow, kissing Julianne's neck as she did so, wanting to savor the moment of feeling just how wet Jules was for her. A groan coming out of her mouth as she sped up her motions briefly before her fingers wandered down, circling her entrance for just a moment and then slowly sliding one finger inside.

Julianne: Jules's back arched holding desperately on to the bit of Eliza she could reach, the sides of her stomach which were something to maybe loosely hold onto, didn't provide much security. So Julianne was riding the waves of pleasure quite wildly, head rolling back. And Jules had been impossibly wet from the second their fingers had laced like prior when they were flirting over texts. Julianne gasped when that finger circled her. "Fuck Eliza" she muttered and she was not one to curse when she was finally satisfied a finger had slipped into her. Trying to desperately move her head to kiss Eliza, a quiet fight to make that happen.

Eliza: Despite how distracted she was from everything her fingers were doing to Julianne, Eliza felt her trying to secure herself more and wrapped her free arm around Jules' waist to offer more support. Even though Eliza wanted to look down at what her own hand was doing, she adjusted just slightly to allow Julianne to kiss her, if only because she wanted to kiss her again as well. Take as many of them as she could get before their moment was over. Eliza added a second finger, pushing herself as deep into Julianne as she could go before pulling back out only to repeat the process over and over, getting faster each time. HEr thumb continuing to rub Julianne's clit the entire time, giving her pleasure in each way she knew how, all the while continuing to kiss her with everything she had.

Julianne: Jules actually feeling the most safe with eliza's arm wrapped around her. Her heart had already been going a mile a minute but now with the excursion of rocking into Eliza's hands it threatened to thud right out of her chest. Jules kissed her best friend desperately trying to show this was more than just sex to her, it was muddy and complicated right now for her to put into feelings but she knew she had strong feelings for her expressing them all in that kiss the need for that kiss. Feeling the friction of a added second finger her breathe first hitched then sunk into the amazing sensations she was promised Eliza was even betetr than promised.

Eliza: This kiss was full of so much from both of them, more than Eliza could put into words even if she tried to, she felt too much from it. Eliza went faster and harder, pumping her fingers inside of Julianne like she was never going to stop. Only breaking the kiss so she could look into Julianne's eyes for the rest of this moment, not wanting to miss the look on her face when she finally reached her orgasm. Eliza was almost breathless, just from the magnitude of feelings coursing through her and the pleasure she herself was getting just from watching Jules and feeling her clench around Eliza's fingers. "Come for me, Jules," she commanded, adding one more finger and curling them each time she pulled out to his that spot each time.

Julianne: Jules's whole body tensed so feeling herself close to that edge toes even curling from it. She reached out, fingertips grasping no mroe clawing to the skin she could reach. her mouth went slack jawed as her breathing became vocally labored. And then it washed over her on command. Her mind succumbing to that wave of pleasure as her body felt on fire and she called Eliza's name in pleasure. This orgasm unlike any other before for her and she knew damn why cause it meant so much to her to be able to expereince it finally with Eliza

Eliza: Watching Julianne completely let go was almost overwhelming for Eliza to witness, her eyes glued on the other girl while her fingers never once stopped. She kept moving them, allowing Jules to ride out her entire orgasm, and leaned forward right before the end of it to once more bite down on her pulse point. Claiming Jules as hers, even if it was just for this one night. When Eliza finally pulled her hand out of Julianne's shorts, she immediately wrapped both of her arms around the girls waist to pull her in for another kiss. "That was..wow," she breathed with a grin, pressing yet another kiss to Jules' lips.

Julianne: It held onto her well this orgasm even after as she lay propped up after, chest heaving as breathing was trying to return to normal after. The selflessness of it was not lost on Julianne, how Eliza could be so satisfied and she wasnt even the one getting off spoke to how much she knew Eliza to care for her, what she would do for her. And that couldnt be ignored. Holding Eliza's face lovingly kissing her back, pullign away as Eliza spoke thinking how downright beautiful this woman was . "yeah it was pretty sure that was the best sex of my life" she confessed the environment lending to her being downright at ease being honest. Tenderly finishing with a kiss, knwoing shed have to get back to her room but not wanting too.

Eliza: "I always keep my promises, babe," she grinned, her chest puffing up a little bit out of pride to know she had accomplished just that. Eliza pulled away from the kiss and just lead her head against Julianne's chest, arms still wrapped tightly around her waist. She knew that there time was almost done, that Jules was going to have to go back to Aaron, so she wanted to hold on for as long as she could. Eliza didn't say a word for awhile, just listening to Julianne's heartbeat mix with the sounds of the waves for as long as she could. "You have to go, don't you?" she whispered, her arms tightening slightly.

Julianne: Eliza saying it just made it all the more real, made it all the more pressing. Jules nodded her head first cause she couldn't say it outloud. It hurt too much to say it outloud. "Yeah I do." Short and abrupt like how she felt about leaving someone who she was exploding with feelings for. Physically she had to pull herself away from Eliza to even make it actually happen. Going about tying her top back on. Her actions might be seen as cold but it was the only way her to compartmentalize this . "Ill talk to you tomorrow?" she promised like things would go right back to being the same after this

Eliza: The confirmation from Julianne that she had to go was all Eliza needed to finally feel herself deflate as reality began to set in. "I know," she said simpy, trying not let it show just how upset she was that it was over. She watched as Jules got dressed, and put her own bathing suit top back on in the process. "Talk to you tomorrow, Jules. Go get some rest," she told her with a nod, and a forced smile. Not wanting to make her feel guilty for how upset Eliza was right now, not when Eliza had known the whole time that this how the night would end. She had no one to blame but herself for feeling the way she currently did. "Goodnight, Jules," she told her and turned to look out at the moon over the ocean.

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Chapter 1: The Job

The heat was stifling. Had been for days.

In its capital, people flocked to the docks at market to see what goods they could buy. Summer was a popular time for slave buying. Myghal knew it all too well. At the foot of the platform stood a variety of curious customers. Most were Druel, natives of Akafar, staring up with their beady yellow eyes, square heads, and short noses, all a leathery shade of clay. As prices were announced they grunted in protest, some shouting lower offers trying to haggle. As foot traffic passed the mass of bystanders, they slowed, looking over the Humans as if at a zoo. Akafar was a planet of tradition, a rare place for someone who owned Humans. Younglings pointed, pulling their parents to stop as they shouted their nosiness.

“For all of those looking for a young servant, here we have a female just fresh of age with no previous owner.” The wiry octopod at the end of the stage announced. The girl beside Myghal lowered her face as all eyes turned to her, “Tall and petite she is made perfect for interior duties, costing little to none in feed.” 

“Pick your face up.” Myghal whispered, catching her attention. With a nod towards the crowd he repeated himself, “If they can’t see your face, they won’t buy you. They’ll think you’re sick.” She didn’t lift her head or speak, her chains lightly clattering with her shaking, “If no one buys you they’ll send you to a kennel.” She paused, drawing in a deep breath before picking up her head to look out over the crowd. At once people called out offers, “Put your hands in front of the chains, if you have clean hands they’ll buy you for maid work. Trust me, it’s the best there is.” She moved slowly, unclasping her hands from her rag of a shirt to let the links slide around. It made the chains heavier but earned more bidders. 

She was bought by a slender Taxol man who was being shaded by a servant to keep him cool despite the wooly strands that covered him. Expectantly the girl looked to Myghal, waiting for a signal. He smiled, winking which made her sigh. 

“And for those of you in search of a veteran, this one may be just for you. We have a towering male, experienced with security, protection, mercenary service, or simply valet. This one has served in seven galactic armies, four mercenary guilds, and even as a close protection officer for your late General Pryork.” Myghal shifted his weight again, huffing as the girl stared at him. No one made a bid even as the price dropped to forty five orbs, “What he costs in feed he makes up for in profit. Never worry about theft or assault again! Send this Human into the draft in your stead!” By his voice Myghal could tell the man was beginning to give up. Few people mumbled to one another, shaking their heads, some leaving. If they couldn’t sell him now... Myghal shuddered thinking about it.

“I’ll give sixty orbs for him.” At the shout, Myghal turned his head to look at them, burning his jaw on the manacle. A preteen Druel boy stood near the back, lifting a clutch of orbs up into the air, waving madly. The salesman stood dumbfounded, “Sixty orbs if I can have him right now.” 

“Sixty orbs?” Myghal whispered to himself. 

“Of course!” The salesman waved to his partners, the rough ones who leapt on stage. From habit, Myghal took a step back, wincing as they roughly removed the cuffs. As they released him the Druel boy rushed up to the stage, his head still pointed in adolescence. He handed the seller the purse, quickly signing away at the paperwork. The assistants wrenched Myghal’s head back to remove the manacle about his throat.

“We’ll see you in a few months, Dekka.” One of them menacingly hissed.

“Getting too old for profit now. Next time we’ll just take you out to one of those dying systems.” The other chuckled, pressing the collar against his jaw, burning him as he worked the lock. 

“Now, fellas, I know you get heartbroken when I leave—” 

“Careful with him! Careful! I won’t have any damages.” The boy shouted, wagging a finger at the two men. Myghal smirked as they released his bonds. 

“That’s right, don’t tarnish the varnish.” 

“Get out.” The first and taller one growled. With that he was shoved towards the stairs, the boy waving him to leap down. With a sigh Myghal took direction, hopping down for the boy to take his wrist, tugging them through the crowd.

“Make way! Make way –move.” He shouldered past people who stood and gawked at Myghal, horrified shock on their faces as he grew too close, “We’ve got work for you and little time. We’re going to need to clean you up, you look horrible. You need something better to wear than just rags. Lady Imdali won’t accept you like this. Not at all.” He pulled trying to make Myghal go faster, “Come on, we don’t have a lot of time. We need to hurry!” Myghal lengthened his stride finding it was more acceptable for the rushing teen.

As he was taken through the towering, clay buildings more and more people gawked at him. He didn’t mind, too caught up in the coolness of the shade. With at least one hand free he wiped sweat from his brow, smearing dirt and his messy bangs away from his eyes. The farther they traveled up the winding hill, the more greenery embellished homes. There were trees with thick, wide leaves which provided shade on the brightly decorated houses. Myghal remembered the wealthier sections from previously being bought to fight in Druel's civil war. Luckily, it hadn't lasted long and damage was minimal.

Still they walked, homes growing several stories tall complete with gardens and courtyards. The home they rounded was three levels high with a taller tower, lined in arched pillars and teardrop windows. They passed through a gated arch, into a dark hall that led into a wide, sun filled courtyard. He gawked at the practical forest that lined the walls. Everything from wide palms and thorny succulents to flowering ferns and wrapping vines. Myghal had never seen such in a residence, nevertheless on the baked clay of Akafar.

“Hurry!” He was reminded, tugging him from his daze.

Inside was much cooler, open windows sweeping in wind laced with sweet scents of flowers. Every room had a rounded ceiling, the halls long decorative arches, an array of vining decorations lining the trim and insets on walls and doors. On a few of the walls were framed pictures of landscapes and strange pottery on pedestals. The air smelt of warm spices and nectar, intoxicating in the summer air. Several other servants met them, looking to be well off, fed often without bruises or marks, none of them even calloused. It was strange to see such, even given his own room to bathe in. When he exited he was given an outfit of white and black, tailored and trimmed like some sort of uniform. His dark hair was dried and styled, face shaven, and then he was lead out through a secret door into larger and wider halls. These were lit buy sunlight, leading around the courtyard where a few young trees stretched up. Myghal awed at every new room they entered, floors slick marble, shined and cleaned.

A room ahead was lit by muted sunlight that pressed through sheer curtains. There was much less air flow, letting the smoke of incense hang low. An array of pillows and cushions were thrown in piles around the room, on one of the towers sat a stocky, old Druel woman. She didn’t look at him when he entered, working a glittering cloth through her large hands as she sipped on a waterpipe. Myghal stood before her, subconsciously taking up his straight military stance. Her silken white hair fell to one side as she nodded, handing the fabric to a nearby servant. Her face was just as pale as her hair with strange dark markings like marble all across her skin. There were wrinkles around her mouth and closed eyes. The servant causally turned and left the room, leaving it quiet. Myghal began feeling weary at the warmth, comforting after a chilling shower. 

“Well, well, you were still there after all.” She chuckled smoke, her voice grating warmly like most elders did. She smiled, moving the hose slowly to her mouth as she lifted her head towards him, “How fortunate. I hope you haven’t been ill-treated.” 

“Absolutely not, your staff is wonderful.” She laughed again. 

“I meant the slavers, but I’m glad to hear my servants were good to you as well.” 

“Oh.” Myghal grimaced at the mistake. 

“So, tell me, what do they call you where you’re from?” 

“Myghal.” He answered with a bow of the head. 

“Hm, then you must be from Maga, correct?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Fine, fine.” She nodded, blowing smoke from the slits of her nose, still not opening her eyes to look at him, “Myghal, why don’t you sit down, you must be exhausted from your trip.” She motioned to any of the piles behind him. Backing up a few paces he sank down into a fortress of cushions, gritting his teeth at the rush of pleasure from resting his legs, “So, you’re from Maga? From what I hear you’ve been to a good many places. Is this your first time to Akafar?” 

“I served here under General Pryork when I was young. I’ve noticed very little has changed.” She rocked with heavy cackling, pausing to breath on the waterpipe before answering.

“You speak like such an old man. Even for being considered middle age of your kind, you must remember, there are those of us who watched the birth of stars.” She shook her head, “Unfortunately, you are wrong. So much has changed.”

A figure moved in from a doorway, Myghal double taking at the sight of them draped in a dark cloak, hood covering their features. He scrambled to his feet, at the ready if command was given. The cloaked figure drew up short, the room’s warm lighting of the room only shining on parts of their face: a chin, high cheeks, and the end of a narrow nose, “Stand down.” Lady Imdali snickered, “This louse won’t do you any harm.” 

“Mirth, what is this?” Came a dark and dangerous voice from the hood. 

“This is my newest purchase.” She was still amused, nodding to Myghal, “Take a seat.” Backing away hesitantly, Myghal lowered back into his place, eyes locked onto a bit of floor between him and Lady Imdali, “They had him for sale at the docks.” The cloaked figure hadn’t moved but Myghal could feel an acidic stare on him. 

“This was the replacement?” A snort, “Doesn’t look like a very good one.”

“Not a replacement.” She shook her head, facing lifting as the hooded man moved over to her. Myghal wondered if she could actually see somehow, considering the man moved just as silent as a shadow. Expectantly she held out a thick, four fingered hand, flashing large, square molars as a jingling purse was dropped into her palm, “You see, now he’s free.” 

“You paid that much for him?” 

“I didn’t pay anything for him.” She held the purse by the mouth, shaking it as she snickered. The cloaked figure sighed, hood shaking slowly as they turned away from her. His thin form drifted to a bare place of crimson carpet on the far wall, dark robes circling him like black hole. 

“I doubt he’s even worth that much.” Myghal heard the grumble, but kept his face impassive in front of his new owner. 

“Ira, what have I said about your manners? This is our newest Hailite.” 

“You can’t be serious.” Ira huffed, slouching back upon a pile of cushions, stretching out two long legs that crossed at the ankles. Myghal’s distrust eased into curiosity. 

“I’m very serious.” Lady Imdali turned to Ira, “You mustn’t forget I bought him.”

“You stole him.”

“No, my dear, you did that.” She reminded him with another shake of the purse. Ira responded with a throw of his narrow shoulders, “Well then, while we talk, would you like something to eat, Myghal?” And then, before he could answer, “Of course you would, I doubt they’ve fed you much.” She called for a servant to ask for meals, “And you, Ira?” She looked to him only gaining a grunt, “Very well, only for the two of us then.” The servant left and the room was filled in awkward silence, “Myghal here is from Maga.” Ira snorted, two slender hands escaping the darkness with a knife, cleaning his oval nails with it. Myghal couldn’t help but notice how more and more Human like he was, “He’s been a bodyguard and even served in Akafar’s army.”

“Is that what makes him a Hailite?” Ira hacked the title of protector.

“It would be wise to hold your tongue. Myghal here is more than capable, Ira. I’m sure, if it came down to it, he would have no problem dealing with you.” Ira mumbled his doubt, “Ira?” 

“What?” 

“Look at me.” Myghal wasn’t sure how she could see his face for the hood, or at all for that matter, “Tell me what you see.” Her whisper was calm, careful, like a mother speaking to their child. The void of the hood turned to Myghal. 

“A Human.” Ira muttered darkly, “A full blooded Human Kelt.” Myghal held face at the spitting word, clasping his hands as he stared unwavering into the hood. 

“What else?” She whispered, patiently waiting. “Ira?” 

“Nothing. That’s all I see –it’s all he is.” 

“There must be more.” Ira was quiet, easing his knife away as his legs retracted into the cloak as if ready to spring up. 

“Their skin is thin, they bleed easy –soft.” Ira continued in a dark whisper, “He can only take a few shots and cuts. It’s surprising he’s lasted this long.” Again he paused, hood tilting, “He’s the color of rust, something hungry about his eyes. Bloodthirsty probably. Yet he sits tall for a slave, someone’s trained him, taught him, but lessons only go so far.” 

“And?” Lady Imdali pressed. 

“He’s tall, even for a Human. His legs and torso are even in length, so he has decent balance –which may be what saves him.” 

“Is he strong?” 

“Probably.”

“And fast?” There Ira didn’t answer, merely standing. 

“I won’t stomach being in this room with him any longer.” He moved across the floor, grating a noise of disgust as he passed Myghal. 

“Ira, stop.” Lady Imdali commanded and he drew up instantly in the doorway. The cloak spilled from his thin frame, hanging from sharp shoulders like a shadow stretched by the angle of the sun, “Don’t forget what you owe me, sit back down.” Myghal cautiously glanced between them at the warning in her words. Ira didn’t move, “Sit.” The hooded head lowered before he snapped in a turn, sitting in place, “You’re to be present for this discussion.” With that she looked to Myghal, lifting her chin, “Human or not, the rumor is you succeed at every job you’re bought for. You practically work yourself out of an owner.”

“I do.” Myghal bowed his head still unsure if she could actually see him.

“Then this job will be no different. I’m sending you on a very important mission to deliver something for me.” Ira sat up straighter at her tone, “On the far side of our supercluster resides the smallest galaxy in the universe. In fact, it marks the very center of the universe.” Ira was to his feet again.

“This wasn’t what we discussed.” He interrupted, stopping her. Myghal noticed the man’s hand, smooth and padded with five fingers in a fist. His skin however was that of moonlight, a pale blue, “This was my job.”

“It still is your job. The whole reason I bought you!” She snapped in return, “If you would let me finish.” 

“If it’s my job, why is this Kelt here?” 

“To escort you.” Myghal gawked as he looked back at her, completely dumbfounded. He only ever worked completely alone or in an army, never with a –well, whatever Ira was. Lady Imaldi turned back to him, ignoring Ira’s jutting hand, “It’s called the Womb, the beginning of everything. I’m certain you’ve noticed the dying stars, races, entire solar systems? It’s spreading.” 

“The dying of stars?” 

“The death of life.” She nodded, “The universe is old, extremely old. Even older than the one that came before.” 

“Before?” 

“He’s a Kelt, too stupid to understand.” Ira snapped. 

“Ira, sit.” She said with a low voice of finality. He froze but didn’t follow orders. “Ira.”

“He doesn’t have the merit to see the Womb or the Nuclei.” She lifted a hand to him, spreading her thick fingers before slowly pressing down to the floor. Ira sank to a knee as if gravity suddenly changed. Myghal’s insides tensed, nervously looking to her not sure what he was witnessing.

“The universe is in a constant loop of death and rebirth, nothing about it or within it immortal. There have been several universes, each coming and going to give birth to the next, just as the years come and go. How long they each last depends on how they are born. This universe was cradled into existence by an order of diverse beings –true Hailites. Now, however, The Cite look to change it for themselves.” 

If Myghal’s stomach wasn’t a knot, it was now.

“Ah, I see you know the threat Cites can be. They were the ones who took you from your native planet Earth, weren’t they?” He only nodded, “They want as many of the stars to die out, reigning in their control for the rebellion of underlings. I predict they will let anyone besides their own freeze in space before they seek a solution. Then they will have nothing but loyal hounds of their own to restart the universe and shape it to their liking. They look to become gods.” 

“Won’t the Cite know what we're doing?” Myghal whispered as if speaking about them would bring them storming in.

“I doubt it.” She smirked, “That’s why I’ve hired only you,” she looked to Ira, “and him. Ira is a thief, if there’s one thing he can do, it’s get to and from a place undetected. But, as you can guess, Ira isn’t honed to battle or travel space such as yourself. He needs an escort. Someone with experience.”

“This wasn’t the agreement, Mirth.” Ira grumbled, “The Cite will be suspicious of a Human Hailite.” 

“No one is suspicious of any Hailite. If they are, make it work.” She stated slowly for emphasis, “You know what will happen if you don’t.”

“If it works, if I succeed, is the reward still the same?” 

“If you succeed together, yes.” She nodded deeply, “You will both be free.” Myghal became numb at the word, throat closing as he watched her, “I’m certain that’s something both of you can find comradery in. This is your only chance to gain what you seek. Do I have your word, Ira?” He hesitated before gathering himself, sitting back against the corner of the doorway. The servants entered with warm plates of soup and broiled meat. Myghal’s stomach was still unsettled, but the smell was pleasant. Once the food was handed out Ira stood, hooded head turned for Myghal. The servants left and there was quiet. 

“You may go, Ira. Pack for the morning.” He didn’t bow or snarl, turning on his heels to leave the room. 

[lapreshjewel]

The Poweress (pt.2)

Warnings: Smut, Language

Word Count: 1685

Author’s Note: I still hate him -_-

Once the initial discomfort of their first few times together had faded into something else, something better, a fiery spark lit itself inside her that she hadn’t even known existed.

She gasped for air, lungs burning, skin slick with sweat. Her body trembled and her limbs tensed. The meaning of pleasure she thought she knew, was redefined in a way she hadn’t at all prepared herself for.

She clawed at his duvet, all but screaming as she reveled in the feral way this man was tearing into her. She threw her hips back to meet his, quick and hard, unable to satiate the intensity growing between her thighs.

King Jeon grunted and panted behind her, gripping her hips so hard that she was sure his dull nails were cutting into her skin. She pushed past the pain, choosing to ignore the sting in her skin as he moved a hand to yank harshly on her ponytail, tugging the holder from her hair.

Her hair fell around her face and she let her head drop, squeezing her eyes tight as her chin hit her chest. “K-Ki-King J-Jeon…” She struggled to call his name as he pulled out of her suddenly, pushing her body down flat before turning her over.

She looked down her body at him, chest heaving. He was on his knees, hand working furiously against his slick length, eyes trained on her. Muscles taut, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his skin. In short, he was glorious.

His gaze was steady, burning her from the inside out. Without so much as thinking about it, her hands moved on their own. One to part her folds, the other to rub tight circles into her clit, keeping time with King Jeon’s rhythm on himself.

He shuffled closer to her, nudging her legs further apart. Supporting his weight on one arm, he leaned over her, body jerking still as his release hit her stomach. His eyelids fluttered shut, and he breathed shakily.

She orgasmed shortly after, toes curling into the covers. “Jesus.” She murmured, eyes closing. King Jeon climbed over her, slowly letting himself down off of his high-rise bed. _________ couldn’t help but admire his back as he walked himself to his bathroom to no doubt, wash his hands. When he returned to her, his body was hidden under one of his various thick, expensive-looking robes. “Get washed up for breakfast.” He ordered. _________ ignored the beginnings of the disappointment she felt when he cold-shouldered her after having his way with her.

She slid from his bed and haphazardly threw on her own robe, feeling every bit of gross as she closed it on top of the bit of cum drying on her stomach. “Yes, sir.” She whispered, dropping her gaze from his as she left his bed chamber.

“Marta!” She yelled for her head maiden, fighting back the tears welling up in her eyes as she neared her room. Marta rushed to her, eyes filled with concern. “Yes, Your Highness?” ________ wiped away a stray tear and squared her shoulders before answering. “I need to get ready for breakfast.” 
Marta nodded and ushered her into her expansive bathroom and drew a bath.

Once she was settled into the citrus-scented water, she closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the tub. “Marta…” 
“Yes, Your Highness?” 
“Is there anything that pleases the king?” “I-I….don’t know, Your Highness.” __________’s eyes opened and she stared at the impressive ceiling of her bathroom. There was gold detail painted into a beautiful picture of what she assumed the artist envisioned The Goddess to be. The Goddess Syss stood above the clouds, arms open and a magnificent light shining about her. No matter how many times she looked at this painting, it left her in awe every time.

Marta dutifully scrubbed every inch of her body in silence, despite her multiple protests. __________ had reminded Marta countless times that she could indeed wash herself, but it clearly didn’t matter in any way. Marta scrubbed her from head to toe, every day. Four times a day according to King Jeon’s orders.

“Marta..” 
“Yes, Your Highness?” 
“Did you ever think that serving royalty wasn’t something that you wanted to do with your life?” Marta’s pursuit of her cleanliness paused for only the tiniest of moments before resuming as if she hadn’t been affected by the question at all. “Of course not, Your Highness. This is my duty to my kingdom.”

Duty. _________ wasn’t sure what hers was anymore. Yes, she married King Jeon to save her own kingdom from ruin, but what was her duty, really? What was she supposed to do for her people? Was her arrangement enough to help them?

Was King Jeon keeping good on his word? She didn’t know the ins and outs of her contract and what their marriage really meant, but she prayed to Syss daily that she made the right decision.

—

Marta walked in quick, purposeful steps toward the dining room designated for breakfast only. Even though she sort of knew her way around to the places she frequented, per the king’s orders, she wasn’t allowed to walk the palace alone. She had to be accompanied by Marta at all times.

__________ wondered if it was because he didn’t trust her around his home, or if he was afraid she’d run. As if she would do such a thing. Not with the livelihood of her kingdom on the line.

Marta pushed on the heavy doors that opened up into the dining room, leading _____________ to her seat at the end of the table opposite King Jeon. There were exactly twelve chairs and six center pieces between the two of them -she counted.

There were no protests from her about the distance between them. The further away she was, the better. She didn’t like seeing his face outside of the bedroom. He always looked as if he hated her and the fact that she was living with him.

“And now I have you.”

Of course, when the king had said those words to her that day, he was talking about being able to fill her with himself on a daily basis. He didn’t love her, nor did she love him. She reminded herself that this was a business deal and nothing more. Besides, her heart still squeezed at the thought of the stable boy she had to leave behind.

“Your father has arranged a meeting with you this morning.” King Jeon’s carried over to her in the all but empty room. ____________’s heart seized. She hadn’t realized that she missed her father that much, but hearing that he was coming to see her made a lump form in her throat.

She chose to not say anything, quietly munching on the eggs she’d put into her mouth. There was no use showing any sort of emotion around King Jeon. He’d find some way to ruin that feeling later.

“Did you hear me?” He asked after moments without a reply from her. “Yes, anything else on my schedule?” She asked evenly. She heard his silverware clink against his plate and a shuffle of clothing. “I don’t appreciate the attitude.”

“There’s no attitude, my king.” She responded in a highly sarcastic tone. His chair scraped against the floor and she watched him angrily stalk his way down the long table to her. __________ looked up at him, bored with his show of assertiveness.

Him thinking that he could intimidate her into submission had gotten old very quickly. He slammed his hand down on the table, but she didn’t flinch away from him. Not this time. She really was exhausted with all the demands and how he treated her.

“Yes?” She asked, looking up at him defiantly.

“You will show me some respect.” He seethed. She cackled, leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms. “And why should I do that?” She laughed again, shaking her head, “You haven’t been very nice to me.”

“I don’t have to be nice to you. I. AM. KING.” He bellowed, slamming his fists down on the table to further drive home his point. She scoffed a short laugh, “Some king.” She mumbled inaudibly.

__________ knew in the depths of her heart, that there was no way that Syss would truly ordain such a marriage. This man was a monster and clearly had no regard for anyone but himself. He was selfish and narcissistic and it grated on her nerves. There had to be some sort of way she could knock him from his pedestal, but until she figured out what that was, she was going to have to go back to playing nice.

Straightening her back, she gently placed her hands on the table and blinked up at him innocently. “My apologies, my king.” She apologized, hoping she sounded sweet enough. He narrowed his eyes at her, but moved away.

He retreated to his end of the table and sat down heavily, picking back up his utensils. “I’m cancelling your meeting with your father.”

__________ made no moves, frozen in anger. “You’ll spend the rest of the day in your room. No meals.” No meals?! Had this man lost his mind? No food for her was like being deprived of air. Marta materialized by her side, picking up her half-empty plate. She tried to push Marta’s hands away, refusing to let go.

“Please, Your Highness.” Marta pleaded quietly, snatching the plate away from her finally. __________ sulked in her chair, shooting a look of death in King Jeon’s direction.

Sure. He was angry with her for stepping out of line, but for him to lock her in her room like she was some sort of child that needed reprimanding was too much. Pissed off, she pushed her chair away from the table and stomped off to her room.

Slamming the door, she threw her body into her bed. There was no TV, no computer, no phone. She was stuck looking at her walls, or out of the window and slip slowly into madness.

Being locked in her room was going to be hell.

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[clara-g-molina]

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