#waterfall sounds 6 hour

[erenjaegerwifee]

All Mine

Survive the Night: Day 6

Paring: Neteyam x Fem!Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: MDNI 18+, manipulative kidnapping (neteyam lured you in and kept you), mentions of killing, slow sex, hard rough sex, titty sucking, pervy Neteyam, delusional Neteyam, forced mating, kuru play, oral fixation, breeding kink, p in v, beginning of Stockholm syndrome.

Word Count: 4.7k

Disclaimer: All my characters are aged-up! If you feel uncomfortable please do not interact with this post. Feel free to scroll.

You fly over the forest; it seems to calm you quite a bit when you are feeling stressed. You are a part of the Aranahe Clan, located in the silk woods, Kinglor Forest. You love your home very much but sometimes keeping up is frustrating, everyone wants something for you. You love exploring the different parts of your moon, Eywa has gifted each clan with such unique things, you cannot help but be curious.  

You are usually always careful not to over step your boundaries and cross over into other clan territory, it only brings trouble having to explain why you were there in the first place. You fly for hours until you are very close to the omatikaya clan. You have had some interactions wither their people but not enough to feel comfortable. You set your ikran down for a snack and rest while you continue your exploring by walking. 

This part of the forest looks different than yours but it is to be expected. You stop at a waterfall catching some water in a leave to take a drink. Your mind was far, you weren’t paying attention the way you usually would, your mind runs circles around your troubles at home. 

It was exhausting honestly, you laid down next to the small pond you just drank from and decided it was best to take a short nap, letting the sound of the running water put you to rest. When you awoke it was dark.  

Shit. You didn’t mean to sleep that long, and so far from home, who knows what predators prowl in this forest. You didn’t want to stick around and find out. You stand you quickly and try to make your way back to the last place you were with you beloved ikran. 

Unfortunately, you don’t even remember what direction it was in, the forest glowed beautiful bioluminescent colors but it only made it that much harder to map out the terrain, everything looks different now. You decided it was best to just pick a direction and walk, but regrettably you choose the wrong one. You wish you could have more time to appreciate the beautiful forest, but you also wanted to stay alive.  

When you heard the footsteps behind you though, all hell broke loose, you had no real light, no weapon, you were about to die. You turn back and see sharp teeth of a viperwolf; they hunt in packs. You've heard stories about the destruction they can create. Your heart pounded as you ran away from the sounds of growling and rustling of leaves but it never seemed to be far enough, by the time to stopped to take a breather, you were lost, in an unfamiliar area with wolves chasing you.  

One of the viperwolves lunched at you getting hit away from your body before it can reach you, an arrow pierced through the body of the wolf, an omatikayan arrow, but you do not take the time to think about that when you see a man with long braided hair whip his bow into another that jumped at you, he snarled at them scaring them away from you before he pulled his arrow out the dead one that sat about 3 feet away from you. 

You were scared, you didn’t mean to end up here and make this man, who you are so grateful for, save you. But it happened anyways. “You saved my life” you say to him, you breathe deeply trying to regulate your heart. The man didn't respond only stood looking at you.  

It kind of freaked you out but you were not going to have to deal with it any longer. You look up at him for the first time since he has been in front of you and oh man, he was so handsome. His warrior attire still in pristine shape like he has never had to use it, his freckles glow in the dark of the forest just like the plants around. 

“You do not thank?” his voice was deep; you almost detected a hint of humor in there. “Right yes, thank you sir” you stand up, walking right pass him and whistle for your ikran, hoping she can hear you, at least if your sound attracts any attention, the big strong man can protect you.  

You scent hit him like a train, it’s so fruity, so sweet, so delicious he wants to taste you. His eyes shut and he inhales deeply in your space, not even bothering to hide his interest in it. You look at him kind of weirdly at the action but do not say anything. When you whistle loudly, he is brought back to reality. “Where are you going?” he seems a little too eager to know, “home, I called for my ikran” you say to him 

“Neteyam.” he mumbled; you turn your head to look at him confused before you realized he was telling you, his name. “Ah ok” you smile was a bit uncomfortable but Neteyam didn’t pick up on any of it, his mind running through thoughts of you. How peaceful you looked while you slept next to the pond, how he sat next to you protecting you from predators, how he brushed the hair out of your hair and when you let out cute sighs, he was watching you, but you had no idea. 

You told him your name and hear the familiar flapping of your ikran getting closer, you look up to the sky waiting for her to come into view. “You have a beautiful name” he said quietly, you glanced back at him with a small smile, thanking him for the compliment, then looked back to the sky. Neteyam couldn’t let you leave, not when he wasn’t sure he would ever see you again. 

Maybe his judgement is clouded, he was supposed to be on a 2 week long retreat that all the warriors must go through in the clan, that is the reason he is so far away from his clan in the forest, but a beauty just stumbled upon his resting grounds? Eywa must be blessing him with a mate, no other girl has ever caught his attention the way you do, not even the woman he is set to mate.  

He wants you to stay. He spoke to you while you slept and heard your voice, heard your gratefulness, maybe you didn’t really want to leave him alone, maybe you just had to go home, but when will be see you again? He just couldn’t take that chance. 

He took in the sight of your body from behind, your slender back and long braided hair, longer than his. You plump ass, round hips and swaying tail; you looked so sexy standing in front of him. His cock strained in his loincloth, how could he not let you see what you are doing to him? 

Neteyam pulled back an arrow on his bow aiming right for the ikran now coming into view, he waited until it was close enough before he released the arrow shooting it in the heart. The ikran dropped to the floor about 20 feet away from you both hidden in the greenery. It made you scream and honestly, neteyam loved that sound.  

Looks like you never even saw what shot down your bird, when he heard you scream the words ‘what the hell’ but you didn’t turn around angry looking at him. He took this as another sign from Eywa, “Come we must go, those scavengers will find us if we stay in the open.” What scavengers? Neteyam made them up. 

Everything moved so fast for you, one moment your soul sister was shot out of the skin and the next Neteyam has you thrown over his shoulder like a dead animal, running in another unfamiliar direction, after a few minutes he burst through a small but, equip with some food, water, even some supplies. He set you down on the small sitting mate he had placed for himself by a table and explained that the people who shoot down your ikran around bad na’vi from his claim, who kill other people and just overall do bad things. That too he made up he just needed any excuse for you to stay the night.

“I will keep you safe, if you stay with me, always” he said as he watched you cry for your bird. He subtly rolled his eyes at your behavior but it was to be expected. When your tears dried up, he gave you some food and convinced you the most comfortable place for you to sleep is in his hammock with him. 

You were not that hard to convince, considering he just made you cry without you knowing it was his fault, but who can really blame him? Anyone would do the same thing if they say you. He thought you were gorgeous. When he blew out the candle and got in the hammock with you, his body weight made you slide back, down to the middle of the hammock pressed right up against his chest. His skin was warm, and his chest was hard like a warrior, which you already knew he was from previous conversations.  

The way he saved you made him extremely attractive, the way his built-up body pulled back the arrow with quick aim killing the viperwolf, the way he swung his bow and hissed that then, it was kind of sexy. Not to mention the way he picked you up and ran with you like you weighted nothing; it made you think about how else he could manhandle you- 

“Do you have enough room?” he asked you, his mouth was so close to your ear it made you twitch, you wrap your tail around your own thigh so it wouldn’t give away your feeling, you cannot just jump into this man’s bed and fuck him an hour after meeting him, you don’t even know if he is mated. Maybe you were reading too much into things, maybe he is just being nice to you. “I should be asking you that, I can’t go around your too heavy, I’ll keep sliding back down” your words make him chuckle. 

The sound made you so wet, you almost felt yourself gush, how is this man so attractive. You didn’t say anything after that opting to stare into the darkness of the little room and feel his breathing sync with yours, his broad chest rising and falling with you.  

When you turn your body to face away from him, he turned his to face your back. Neteyam made sure to press up his tight loincloths against your ass, it took it as a nice sign when your pressed yourself back into him. The action made him smile; you are so easy for him.  

His large arm came around your body and rested his hand on your stomach, his palm spanned out picking up the entire space. The size difference made you shiver, how come you didn't notice is before? Your mind didn’t lay on the thought long when you heard him say, “I like your top, fits you...exquisitely” he sighs after the word, restraining himself from just taking you. He had to work your up first.  

Your tits are slightly larger than those on the average na’vi woman, you have to make clothes specifically for your size most of the time. People often say what you lack in height you make up for in curves. “Thank you Neteyam, I made it” his fingers play with the beads that hang just under your breast, he only hummed at your words. 

You shifted slightly against his crotch feeling the hard on he had hidden underneath, you bite your lip to avoid the unwanted whimper that almost spilled out of your mouth due to his sheer size. It made you seize up slightly. 

Neteyam noticed your little movement and the way you tensed up when you felt him, he slipped his other arm under your body folding you around your shoulders in the front and his other hand slid up underneath the beads to the skin right below your breast.  

He moved so slowly; the anticipation was building up in you. His fingers lightly tickled the skin of your breast when he slid his large hand up to cup one. The feeling made you whimper and shift against him again. He squeezed the flesh feeling the softness in his fingers. His skin was not soft like yours; it was rough like he works with his hands all the time; the feeling made your eyes roll back and you lean your head back on his shoulder. 

His other hand unwrapped from the front of your shoulders to untie your top. This top was special, it tied to the front. So, when he untied it, your breast slipped out of the top quickly, exposing your nipples to the cool air. “Fuck...look at these” Neteyam’s head comes to look over your shoulder and you both watch as he squeezes and plays with your breast with both his hands.  

His fingers pinch your nipples pulling on them over and over making you whimper. He shifts positions, spinning you around the face him. Your face is like a gift from Eywa when he sees you, he almost comes in his loincloth; your lip is trapped between your teeth as you look up at his with doe eyes, a purple blush covers your cheeks and nose making you look just beautiful.  

His hands come back to your tits playing with them and he brings his mouth down to your nipples. Your eyes roll when his tongue darts out flicking the sensitive bud. You squeeze your thighs together in attempts to satisfy the feeling of your loincloth getting wetter and rubbing against your clit.  

You mewl when he tugs on it with his teeth. It feels so good, this stranger is giving you better sex than you’ve ever had from anyone else and he has even stuck it in yet, “Oh fuck Neteyam where have you been all my life” your eyes are shut and your head is thrown back. You wrap your arms around his head keeping him close. Your words make him hum, not wanting to detach from your nipple. 

“Fuck fuck fuck...” you chant under your breath but he hears you, he switches between both nipples even pushing them together and sucking and tugging on them at the same time. Your thighs become slippery from your essence; you feel like you could come untouched. Thats exactly what you do. 

“Nete rutxe ra’a ftang” (please don’t stop) you moan out. As you hump air trying to get yourself off. You finally release with one harsh tug on your nipples and a sweet whimper of his name from your lips, if you weren’t sure, you ruined your loincloth before, you absolutely did now.  

Neteyam pulls away admiring his work, making your nipples hard and purple, they even turn slightly red from how much he was biting and tugging on them. He looks at your face to see your blushed cheeks darken significantly, you look embarrassed. “What happened sweet girl?” 

“I- um, I came...” you say shyly, hiding your face behind your hands. Neteyam lets out a chuckle and pulls them away to look at you, “Don’t be shy, I’m just glad I did such a good job.” his grin was wide, fangs on full display, his tail thumb on the hammock behind him and he used his strong arms to turn your away from him so his chest is pressed up against your back once more. 

Neteyam wasn’t as hesitate anymore to touch you, now he teased you until you were tearing up. His fingers lightly touch your skin moving from your neck to your belly button until his hand is rubbing your clit through your loincloth. Your whimper and squirm in his grasp asking him repeated to touch you but he doesn’t let up. Neteyam puts you down in a delirious puddle with his touches, sultry voice and sweet words. 

“You’re so beautiful babydoll, such pretty fucking noises too, you like when I touch you like this yea? Fuck, you're soaking though your cloth baby feel” his hand moves from your clit and grabs yours shoving it down to feel the mess you made under your covering. His fingers guide your movements to play with yourself and his other hand pinches your nipples. You whine when he pressed your finger down on your clit and pushed his hard cock into your ass. 

Neteyam lets your hand out and fiddles with his loincloth to take it off, his cock springs out and he holds the base tapping it on your ass a couple times before he grabbed your hand and out it over his cock, “Feel what you’re doing to me baby” his voice was a smooth whisper, you felt his breath on your ear and you instinctively squeezed his cock in your hand. He groans at the feeling and you start pumping his hard cock in your hand, you feel his pre-cum drip down on your ass. After a few minutes of feeling your soft hand wrapped around his cock, Neteyam ran one of his hands up your otter thigh to your loincloth and pulled it to the side, he used a finger to hold it and ran the other two fingers through your folds.  

Your movements stuttered when you felt the cool air, you’ve never felt like this for anyone before. “So wet...” you heard him mumble as he dipped his fingers in deeper feeling the warmness of your cunt. He pulls it back and undoes the knot holding your loincloth together and it falls off your curves.  

Neteyam makes no move to toss it aside, your cunt is exposed that's all he wants. Your tail wraps around his forearm when he removes your hand from his cock and strokes it a couple times before tapping it on your clit. Your body tenses up at the feeling, “Neteyam...” you whisper into the air, your head leans back on his shoulder bringing your body closer together. Neteyam didn’t bother giving you a real answer, just settled on shushing your pleads.  

When he slips his tip inside you, the stretch pained a bit, his cock was massive. He pushed in slowly until he was fully situated inside you, Neteyam let out a sigh and dug his face into your neck, squeezing your tits in his hand that was wrapped under your body, listening to your whimper adjusting to him. 

When he starts moving, slowly speeding up his thrust. His hands rub along your body, pinching and tugging on your harden nipples, sweet talks you through his thrust. He hits the spot so perfectly you could come any minute. “Squeezing me so tight doll, you loved getting fucked like this? By a stranger? You are so sexy baby, taking me so well” his voice is so sultry, you could come just listening to him talk. His words coax out your next orgasm and you beg him not to stop, chanting his name like you had no other words. 

His hand moved to grab your kuru that laid pretty on your back and ran his fingers gently to the bottom. The feeling sent jolts of electricity up your spine, your eyes widen at the feeling, ‘what is he doing?’ you wanted to ask but his thrust made you breathless. When his hand made it to the base, he gripped the tendrils sending shock waves through you. Your cunt clenched when he brought it up to his mouth kissing the tendrils on your kuru. He stuck his tongue out and let your nerve latch onto him. 

The feeling made you cry. Tears pour from your eyes as you beg him, “Fuck me- fuck me hard pleaseeeee Net-teyam!” you scream out begging him for more. Your sounds went straight to his cock, how could he not give you what you want, after all, he wants to keep you. 

“Fuck sweet girl, you like it when I play with you like this huh? Look at you crying and begging for more..” he chuckles, “gonna be mine baby? Gonna let me make you all mine” his tone suggested it was not really an option for you to decide but you overlooked it feeling his godly thrust in your cunt, “Fuck- oh Eywa, gripping me so tight baby” his stimulation send you over the edge for the third time, gushing on his cock again.  

Neteyam doesn’t stop after you come for the second time, he overstimulates you moving at the same brutally hard pace. Your toes curl, “You like that huh? Being such a good doll for me” Neteyam whispered in your ear. He lets go of your braid and pull his over his shoulder. He doesn’t connect them though; he brings his kuru up to your breast and latches the tendrils onto your nipple. He lets out a sexy groan at the feeling and buries his head in your neck again, kissing and biting the skin. 

You draw blood from how hard you bite down on your bottom lip, you feel like your mind is hazy from all the stimulation, your eyes roll so far back you swear you saw your brain. “You didn’t answer my question pretty girl...gonna let me make you mine?” his voice is so calming, makes you even wetter, you didn’t think that was possible. “Yea- yes, yours” you stutter out words trying to make sense. 

Unfortunately for you, you had no idea what you just agreed too, “I knew you would say yes, gonna make you love me so much you’ll never want to leave baby” his grin is wide as he thought ‘not that you could anyways’ before he pulled both your braids to hold in both his hands and connected them.  

Your eyes widen, your pupils dilate as you go through so much emotions, the happiness, the pleasure, the obsession. But the problem is, these aren’t your feelings. Neteyam on the other hand feels much different than you, his hips stutter as he feels the unbelievable about of pleasure, he’s making you feel, he knows now you have no thoughts, he feels amazing from the ego boost he gets from this.  

That is until he feels the confusion, when you wiggle in his grasp trying to turn around but his strong arms keep you in place, “Shhh, everything is alright now I've got you and I won’t let you go?” his words send you spiraling but you do not have the mental capacity to pull your thoughts together. He doesn’t help when his hand comes down to your waist pulling you into his hard thrust, you moan loudly when you release for the fourth time. 

Neteyam feels it through to bond and the wetness on his cock, it is only now he feels like he wants to come, he wants to come inside you, “Baby wanna cum inside you, ok? Gonna give you all my babies yea?” Neteyam doesn’t wait for your response before he is pumping his cum deep inside your stretched-out cunt. He cums with a sweet moan of your name and you feel it through the bond.  

But the feeling of ecstasy doesn’t last long as you pass out right after, falling asleep after all the stimulation you have just gone through. When Neteyam comes down from his high, he noticed you are asleep, he makes no move to sever the bond or pull out of you, opting to just hold you close and go to bed. 

The next morning when you are awake, your eyes feel groggy but you feel so refreshed, you slept so soundly you feeling like you have never had a better night sleep. Your thoughts are pulling away by the smell of food cooking, you look around the unfamiliar place suddenly remembering where you are, when you look around the room there he was, Neteyam sat cooking some breakfast for you over a small fire. Your thought process from last night is still in shambles but you swing your legs over the hammock sitting up and facing him. You do not say anything to him but he does quickly notice you are up.  

Neteyam smiles widely at you removing the food from the makeshift pot and plating it in a small leaf before walking up to you, “Good morning muntxate (mate)” his wording catches you off guard. Mate? Did he just call you his- 

“What?” you blurt out, “what? I'm simply telling my mate good morning, what part do you not understand” Neteyam seems calm for what he said, ‘this man crazy?’ 

“We mated last night during out nightly endeavors, I asked you if you wanted to be mine and you said yes” your jaw is stiff as you stare at him with an open mouth, “Now you are my wife to care for, I will show you I am worthy, I just could not let the time pass when you would have to leave and I would never see you again, so decided to keep you here, Please eat” his words hit you like a train, you open and shut your mouth multiple times not having any words to utter. 

“You decided, that it would be okay for you to mate me while I wasn’t in my right mind and keep me here as what? A captive?” your words make his chuckle, “you were out of your mind, weren’t you? But I have no doubt you loved it” he laughs ignoring everything else you said. “Neteyam! Are you hearing yourself? You mated me without my permission” you raise your voice at him which made him angry. 

His swiftly kneels face level to you and snatch you closer by the neck, “Listen to me, that is no way for you to talk to your mate. I am your husband you are my wife now muntxate, do not make the mistake of misbehaving, check your fucking tone when you are speaking to me” His voice was stern you’ve never heard this before. Your ears pinned back and your tail curled in on itself. You were so submissive to this stranger.  

“I was just saying that- that you could have courted me first” your eyes drop to the floor. Your small words make him laugh, “And risk you leaving here and me never seeing you again? I could not take that chance I told you. I will be everything you need; you do not have to fear me” his tone went right back to the fun-loving tone he was using before like he didn’t just almost cut off your air supply. 

You do not speak after that, just watch him walk around the hut cleaning up to place, he gave you a bath and let you soak your sore skin in a tub while he rubbed you down, he even went as far as to cut up his extra loincloths and make you clean clothing after your shower, ‘is this how marriage would always be with him? Would he treat you like for the rest of your life?’  

Neteyam told you about the first time he saw you while you were asleep, how he kept you safe from the shadows of the trees, how he thought you were the most beautiful, gorgeous person he had ever met, and as crazy as it might sound, you quite liked the way he viewed you. He said he thanked Eywa when he brought you into his direction, he even thanked the great mother for the viperwolves that he saved you from, effectively introducing you.  

Listening to him talk made you second guess his actions, how could such a noble, respectful, loving man forcefully mate you, maybe you had it all wrong, maybe you were meant to be mated to this man, he was supposed to do that, maybe Eywa guided him and he is just too shy to say. You haven’t had to lift a finger all day, Neteyam happily complied with your wishes. Maybe you are meant to be his muntxate, why would you want to willingly leave a man that treats you like you are an angel sent from Eywa just for him alone? Maybe you are meant to be all his.   

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[helloiamadrawer]

Goku/Reader Fluff and Comfort Hc's

Big sweet saiyan loves to cuddle after a hard day of training (ofc he's going to wash up first before he hops into bed with you) and he's like a big warm teddy bear to hug and snuggle with eeee 💕

Finds it cute/funny when you try to be the big spoon, you're just so smol compared to him its adorable

Coming in frustrated from a complicated day at work? Goku will sit you down and let you vent about it to him or if you want to let out some anger maybe some sparring or needed training to boost your power level, it reminds him of another friend he has who always tries to surpass him and has a big attitude (cough cough Vegeta)

If baking is your outlet for stress or if you just like doing it as a side hobby, Goku makes it a bit more fun, I mean trying to maneuver his big, muscly body around yall's small kitchen, bumping into everything, taking caution to not knocking anything over cause it might make you mad is really comedy gold!

"Oh crap! I broke one of the plates again, sorry baby 🥺" "It's fine Goku, that one was just one someone gave to me when we moved in, I didn't like it anyway." 🤣

9/10 for help though, although you had to tell him the difference between a baking spatula and a spatula tho but that's about it. He'll go fetch some ingredients for you if you don't have any or ran out. You two did make the most awesome peach cobbler though uwu

The biggest pair of puppy dog eyes he gives you when he asks you if he can lick the spoon 🥺

Gives gooood shoulder massages 💯 if you're really tense/tired after your daily life activities, he'll even offer to give massages after training and you're here thinking: how does this man have the energy?? we just sparred for a good hour '

One time you asked your sweet bf if you could touch his hair, it went something like this:

"You want to touch my hair?" Goku=cutely confused "yea..I understand if you don't want me to, I was just wondering cause it looks so soft." Goku:"Well, you can go ahead :) I don't mind."

Your hand rises up to the top of his head (he has to bend down halfway to meet your height level cause he's almost 6 foot 😂) as you pet his jet black hair, and to your surprise it was really soft, just like you had hoped for.

"What kind of shampoo do you use babe?"you asked curiously. "Umm..it was actually one of Bulma's new conditioners, I accidentally used it instead of my usual hair hair soap." he chuckles, "What is my hair like super soft now--huh?"before he could finish his sentence, your whole face was in his hair lmaoo, you couldn't help it, it was like you were in a cloud, a fluffy cloud that gave off the scent of linen and waterfalls.

Speaking of waterfalls, he flew you to the most beautiful nature trail, you never even knew that this universe had one until Goku mentioned to you that there was a Namekian who literally knew the whole status of the universe along with the supreme kai. But wow, was it amazing to behold with your own eyes, vibrant flowers were scattered across the land, along with the mingling sounds of birds and let's not forget the waterfall..

You two trudged upon a hill and there it was, you could not believe your eyes, it had to be the most biggest one in the whole multiverse. "Isn't it awesome?" Goku asked, "I was thinking I could take you here since you like nature a whole lot.". The Saiyan sure does think about you a whole lot which is sweet. You hum in agreement and sit down to watch the endless display of nature's art, your boyfriend follows suit and swings his arm around you pulling you close to him. "We should do this more often" You sigh in content leaning in to the Saiyan's touch. Goku gives you a peck on the head as you two sit back and enjoy the sounds and each other's company.

enjoy! thank you for reading!

[inkmonster21]

Hearts Across the Divide

6.) A Kiss

Noa x Fem!Human!Reader

Series Masterlist

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Loui and Teko push a large contraption onto the flat stones, a look of curiosity on their faces. Teko taps the contraption with his fingers, a confused frown on his face. “What is this?” he wonders aloud. Loui gently swats Teko's hand away from the record player, a mixture of pride and excitement in his voice. "Sister calls it… record player," he proclaims, his eyes filled with anticipation. he motions to a box of collected records nearby that they might not work after all this time. ”records.”

Loui freezes, his attention drawn to the sound of rustling nearby. He puffs out his chest, his body tensing as his gaze fixates on the trees. The waterfall's rushing sound makes it difficult to pinpoint the source of the disturbance. A figure suddenly surges through the trees and bushes, darting through the foliage with startling speed. The sight of the unexpected intruder shocks the two apes into silence.

Noa rushes away from Loui, mounting his horse in a panic. He races off through the trees, trying to escape, but the sound of Loui's calls chasing him from behind fills the air. Loui follows after Noa, running as fast as he can through the trees. Although he tries to catch up, Noa maintains a short lead. Eventually, Loui reaches his limit and has to stop to catch his breath. He watches as Noa rides off through the forest, disappearing into the distance. Loui glares at the disappearing Ape.

Noa gasps for breath as he continues riding away, the adrenaline of the chase quickly wearing off. He slows his horse, processing the event. Questions flood his mind. Had Loui been pursuing him? Had he known Noa was waiting for you? Noa can't help but wonder. Noa's heart pangs as he contemplates the possibility. Had you been caught? Was that why you hadn't shown up for your morning meeting? The uncertainty eats at him as he gallops further away from the scene.

As Noa returns to the Eagle Clan, he is warmly welcomed by his fellow clan members. Some greet him with nods and waves, others with friendly pats on the back. Despite his anxiousness about your absence, the comfort of the clan helps to calm his racing thoughts.

Dar hurries over to her son, her brow creased with worry. She repeats her question, concern etched on her face. “Gone since sunrise, son… Where were you?” Noa struggles to find an explanation but ultimately decides on the truth. "The waterfall," he finally responds, avoiding eye contact with his mother. It's not technically a lie, after all.

Dar takes hold of Noa's hands, her grip gentle yet firm. "It's a special day," she says softly, her voice filled with affection. "like to spend time with you." Noa's mind is suddenly jarred by the realization. It was his birthday. In all the excitement and worry over seeing you, he had completely forgotten about the significance of the day. Dar gently leads Noa towards the celebration. "Come. Others are waiting to celebrate." She glances at him, a warm smile on her face. Noa's thoughts are swirling, but he follows his mother's lead.

Noa lets his mother guide him toward the communal fire, his mind still caught in a whirlwind of confusion and worry. As they approach, he sees familiar faces of his clan members, all gathered together to celebrate his special day. But his heart is elsewhere, longing for your presence.

You are quickly ushered away by Keli, the moon now high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the village. The stars sparkle like diamonds, their flickering light a testament to the quiet anticipation of the late hour. You question Keli, curiosity piqued. "Where are we going?" you ask. She casts a furtive glance around the nearly deserted streets, checking for any onlookers, before replying in a hushed whisper. "Somewhere fun."

You follow Keli as she leads you toward your waterfall, the location where you and Noa often spend time together. Confusion colors your expression as you look at her, questioning her choice of destination. "The waterfall?" you say aloud. Loui and Teko suddenly leap down from the treetops, landing before you with huge grins on their faces. "Happy birthday!" they exclaim in unison, joy radiating from their expressions. You are stunned by the unexpected celebration, your eyes widening in surprise. Loui and Teko look ecstatic, and a warm feeling washes over you as you realize the effort they've put into planning a surprise party.

Loui lights various torches set up around the area, casting a soft, flickering light and illuminating the space. Your eyes immediately fixate on the record player sitting on the rocks, a rush of excitement. You can't help but gasp with awe as you rush over to the record player. "Where did you find this?!" you exclaim, your voice filled with wonder. Every record player you've found was always broken, and damaged beyond repair. How did they find this?

Loui and Teko watch your reaction intently, grins plastered across their faces. "the overgrown… outside of territory," Teko explains, his excitement barely contained. Your heart swells with gratitude as you turn to your friends, a mixture of emotions coursing through you. "Thank you," you say, your voice filled with sincere appreciation. "This means so much to me."

Loui encourages you to give the record player a try. "Go on," he says, waving his hand in a gesture of insistence. "You only one who knows how it works." You carefully select a few seemingly undamaged records, handling them with care despite the damage most of them show. After much struggle and several attempts, you manage to get the record player working, the soft strains of music filling the air.

Loui, Teko, and Keli let out ecstatic hoots of excitement, the sound of joy blending with the music. Their hoots echo through the waterfall, adding to the lively atmosphere of the impromptu celebration. As the music continues to play in the background, Loui reaches for a woven container, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Now for the dizzy," he declares, holding up the container with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

You furrow your brow at Loui's words, your curiosity piqued. "The dizzy?" you ask, not quite understanding what he means. He smirks and lowers the container. Inside was a juice. Made with fermented fruits, just for your celebration. “Teko found out… let fruit sit… then drink juice… makes you dizzy… good time.”

You regard the juice with slight trepidation, but eventually shrug your shoulders, deciding to give it a try. "Okay," you say, your voice betraying the slightest hint of uncertainty. You take a tentative first sip of the juice, expecting a sweet and fruity taste. Instead, it feels like a wave of warmth and fuzziness washes over you the more you drink.

As you continue to sip the juice, the world starts to spin faster and faster. At first, it seems manageable, but before you know it, the effect is getting stronger. One drink feels like two, and two feels like three...

The music continues to play, its melody blending with the laughter and hoots of your ape friends as they revel in the celebration. Despite the dizziness, you can't deny that you're having a good time. You spin around in a circle, holding a coconut filled with the dizzy juice, a smile plastered across your face. "This is fun," you giggle, feeling the effects of the juice intensify with each rotation.

Noa sits at the fire with his family, enjoying a meal with his mother, Anaya, and Soona. The atmosphere is cozy, the warmth of the fire adding a comforting glow to their gathering. Noa's mind remains preoccupied with thoughts of you and your absence from that morning. Noa's silence is uncharacteristic, and his mother soon notices. She glances at her son, a look of concern passing across her face. "something wrong, son?" she asks gently, a hint of worry in her voice.

Despite her questioning, Noa remains silent, keeping his eyes fixed on his food as he continues eating. The tension is evident in his shoulders, his body language betraying his inner turmoil. Dar frowns slightly, her concern growing further. "Noa," Dar persists, her voice filled with gentle insistence. "can see something is… troubling you." She reaches out to touch his hand, her touch warm and grounding.

Just as the conversation becomes even more strained, Anaya intervenes, quickly stepping in to explain Noa's mood. "Perhaps it is just the stress of the day," she suggests, trying to quell the worries of Noa's mother. “Noa, good leader… must be tired.”

Noa shoots a subtle, grateful glance at his brother, silently expressing his thanks. "I am tired," he says, doing his best to maintain composure. "It has been a long day." Dar's gaze flits between Noa and Anaya, her motherly instincts still on high alert. She knows there's more to his behavior than mere exhaustion, but she also trusts her son and believes him to be capable. "Some rest will ease your troubles," Dar says softly, gently running a hand through Noa's fur in a soothing gesture.

Noa tried to make himself comfortable, lying back on his pallet of animal pelts and furs, his thoughts filled with worry and concern. Despite his best efforts to relax, his worried mind kept his eyes open, refusing to let him rest. The events of the day played over and over in his mind, adding to his already anxious state. Noa watches as the bird, the majestic Eagle Sun, lands on his outstretched arm. With a deep sigh, he gazes into the animal's wise eyes, his heart heavy with worry. "Find her, Sun," he says quietly, gesturing for the bird to take flight. As the bird spreads its regal wings and takes off into the night sky, Noa can only hope for an answer and some sense of ease for his troubled heart.

You find yourself sitting on the rocks beside the waterfall, your gaze fixed on the night sky. The stars gleam like a thousand tiny diamonds against the canvas of the night, their light bringing a sense of calm and tranquility. You allow yourself to get lost in the beauty of the moment, letting your mind wander as you watch the twinkling lights above.

You watch as Eagle Sun comes flying towards you, his silhouette is easily recognizable. A mix of curiosity and intrigue washes over you, and a frown forms on your brow. The bird lands beside you with a soft flutter, its feet gently gripping the stone surface. It cocks its head to the side, eyeing you with an almost knowing look.

You greet the bird with a soft, adoring coo, "Sun." It flutters its wings slightly, as if in response to your greeting. The bird seems almost gentle and familiar with you, a bond formed over previous encounters.

Noa stands in the same spot, anxiously waiting for any sign of Eagle Sun's return. His worry and concern fill his thoughts, and he can't help but keep his eyes glued to the night sky. Another handful of minutes go by and Noa can not stop himself from defending his nest and mounting his horse ready to travel. Noa's heart grew heavy with worry. The idea of you being injured, trapped, or suffering was more than he could bear.

As Noa nears the waterfall, he pauses, his ears catching an unusual sound. It's not the usual solitary instrument you play, but a chorus of voices and various sounds drifting through the air. Noa's brow furrows in confusion, his horse snorting softly beneath him. Noa dismounts his horse silently, slowly making his way toward the waterfall. He moves with a stealth that comes naturally to him, his steps practically soundless as he approaches the source of the noise.

Noa crouches behind a large rock, peering over the edge cautiously. His eyes widen as he takes in the scene before him. There you are, spinning and dancing freely, a smile on your face. But there's something amiss in your demeanor, a sense of being dazed and disoriented. Concern mixes with relief, seeing you unharmed but clearly under the influence of something. He watches as you move carelessly, the signs of intoxication evident in your actions.

You sink onto the rocks, your laughter echoing through the night. You pick up the records lazily, your mind too muddled to properly focus on any titles or songs. The Dizzy juice has taken its toll, your movements sluggish and disorienting. Teko is passed out in a bed of moss, while Keli and Loui are too focused on each other to pay attention to you.

Noa picks up a small rock, aiming it carefully. He tosses it toward you, watching as it lands next to your thigh. The subtle clatter as the rock hits the ground seems to stir you from your dazed state, your head slowly turning in the direction of the noise. It takes a moment for you to register its significance, but then your gaze drifts upwards, scanning the surroundings.

Noa peeks over the rock, his eyes fixing on yours. The flickering light of the torches casts a soft glow on his face, highlighting the details of his features. There's a mixture of worry and relief in his gaze as he meets your gaze, holding steady. You scramble down the large rock, your feet finding purchase on the slippery surface. You move swiftly to the edge, where Noa stands waiting. The sound of the rushing waterfall mutes your hushed words, providing a veil of privacy.

“Noa!” You propel yourself into his arms, launching yourself at him with a joyful energy. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close, your bodies pressed together in a tight embrace. Noa, caught off guard by your abrupt move, instinctively wraps his arms around you in return, holding you tightly against him.

Noa can't help but melt into your affection, the feeling of your warm skin against his touch bringing a sense of comfort and familiarity. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently caressing the soft skin as he gazes into your eyes.

“I am so sorry. My family stole me away today.” Noa listens intently as you apologize, his eyes fixed on yours. He can see the remorse in your expression, and he shakes his head slightly, silently telling you there's no need for apologies. Noa notices the signs of your intoxication, the slight slur in your words, and the dazed expression in your eyes. Concern lines his features as he gently tightens his hold on you, his protective instincts kicking in. Noa gently pulls you away from the treacherous edge, his grip firm and steady. His voice is laced with worry and sternness as he expresses his concern. "You shouldn't be so close," he says softly. "not safe…. could slip and fall."

You smile at Noa, still feeling the need to cling to him. “But, it’s my birthday.” You frown with a light laugh. Noa's eyes widen slightly at your statement, a mix of surprise and realization dawning on him. "birthday?" he repeats softly, his grip on you remaining firm but gentle. He gazes at you as a frown crosses your face, his own expression one of a gentle mix of concern and affection.

Noa's heart skips a beat as he realizes the significance of today. It was your birthday, and it was his as well. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he processes the information, the realization sinking in. Born on the same sunset, a coincidence that mirrored the very bond they shared. It was yet another twist of fate, another thread connecting them.

Noa's words come out in a rush, tinged with desperation. "I had to see you." His gaze meets yours, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and concern. Noa's tone is filled with worry as he continues, "You did not show up this morning…. Was worried." He steps closer to you, his body still embracing yours.

You hum in agreement, your body automatically leaning into his embrace. The effects of the night’s events have loosened your inhibitions. Noa's fur feels soft under your touch, like fine silk against your skin. You run your hands up his arms, feeling the lean muscles beneath them. His breath hitches slightly at your touch, his eyes closing momentarily from the sensation.

You look directly into Noa's eyes, your voice full of reassurance. "Everything is fine. I am fine." Your words are meant to soothe his worries, to let him know that you're safe and unhurt.

You hear a distant commotion from above, the voices of your friends carrying through the still night air. It seems they are still engaged in the party, blissfully unaware of your absence. Noa laughs at the sound of the commotion above, a soft smile playing on his lips. "They are having a good time," he says with a faint hint of amusement, shaking his head in fondness.

You nod in agreement with his observation, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. You were having fun too, but this moment with Noa outweighs the event. You can't help but wish that things were different - that things could be easier for the two of you. You long to be together, to break the boundaries that society has placed on you. You wish you were brave enough to voice your feelings to him, to let him know the depth of your longing and adoration.

“Noa?”

Noa's heart beats faster as you say his name. "Yes?" he responds, his voice tinged with anticipation. Your mind is suddenly filled with the vivid description of a kiss from your favorite novel, the words washing over you like a soft wave. The heat rises to your cheeks as you recall the passionate scene and the emotions and sensations the characters experience.

You lean closer to him, mirroring the action of the princess in the book, your body drawn towards him like a magnet. Your pulse quickens, your breath hitches slightly in anticipation. Noa's brow furrows as he looks down at you, his confusion is evident on his face. "What are you... what are you doing?" he asks, his voice tinged with surprise and a hint of uncertainty.

You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you realize that Noa has no idea what you are attempting to do. You quickly back away, apologizing sheepishly. "Sorry," you manage to say, your cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and bewilderment. Noa watches you backing away, a pang of longing in his heart. He regretted asking you to explain your action, wishing he had let the moment continue to unfold. He wanted to know what could have happened, to see where that moment of impulsive bravery could have led.

Noa's frustration with himself grows, his emotions tangled and his thoughts a mess. He longed to touch you, to find some way to bridge the gap between you, but the uncertainty and mystery of the situation only added to his confusion. He gazes at you, his expression torn. He wished he could find the courage to just act, to reach out and touch you without fear. But the unknown consequences and the potential risks loomed over him like a dark cloud.

Noa's voice is soft as he speaks your name, it comes out like a gentle whisper in the night. The sound of your name on his lips sends a shiver down your spine, his voice filled with a mix of hope, longing, and trepidation. Noa's confusion is evident in his shaking head, his frustration and uncertainty clear in his eyes. He looks down at his hands, then back up at you, his gaze meeting yours. The sight of your calm, comforting eyes brings a sense of peace to him, and he takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words to express his feelings.

Noa's voice is soft and quiet as he speaks, his words measured. "I have these... feelings," he says, his gaze fixed on you intently. There is a hint of fear in his voice as if he is afraid of scaring you away with the revelation of his emotions.

"I can not be away… from you," Noa says, his voice filled with raw honesty. "worry about you," he continues, his words tumbling out in a rush. "Need to make sure you were safe." His eyes lock onto yours, and the vulnerability in his gaze is palpable. He takes a step closer, the need to be closer to you overpowering his fear.

You feel a strong urge within you, a desire to explore every single path that leads to being with Noa. The possibilities are endless, the potential routes infinite. You can feel the pull of your heart and mind, drawing you towards Noa, towards the uncharted territories of your shared future. You nod in agreement, your small smile mirroring his feelings. "I feel the same," you say, your voice trembling slightly with the weight of your emotions. "I... I can't explain it," you continue, your words stumbling over each other, inadequate to fully describe the depth of your feelings.

A deep, urgent need pulses within you, and you stumble forward into Noa's arms, seeking his comfort and reassurance. "But... I need you," you repeat, your voice filled with a desperate longing. You bury your face into his chest, seeking shelter in the warm embrace of his body. Noa instinctively encircles you in his arms, holding you close against his chest. He can feel the desperation in your voice, the intensity of your need. His heart thumps loudly in his ears, his own longing mirroring yours.

He tightens his embrace, pulling you even closer as if trying to merge your bodies. The need to be close to you is overwhelming, and he buries his face into your hair, breathing in your scent.

Your name bounces off the rocks. Noa pulls his gaze up the rocks seeing a figure looking over the edge at the two of you. You look up to see Keli peering down at you from the rocks above, a mischievous smile on her face. You can practically feel the curiosity radiating off of her. "So..." Keli says, drawing out the word with a hint of playful teasing in her voice.

Noa tenses at Keli's arrival, his body going rigid. The memory of being chased earlier in the night was fresh in his mind, and his eyes darted from Keli back to you, his protective instincts kicking into gear. He remains quiet, poised, and ready for any possible threat.

Keli descends from the rock above and lands next to you and Noa, her eyes fixed on him with curiosity. Her gaze falls on the blue feathers tucked into his armband, the significance of the tokens not lost on her. She regards Noa with a mix of suspicion and intrigue, taking in his appearance and demeanor, and trying to gauge his significance.

Keli turns her gaze towards you, her question hanging in the air like a lingering mist. "Is this him?" she asks. She nods her head in Noa's direction, her eyes fixed on his face, waiting for your response. You can't help the smile that tugs at your lips as Keli asks her question. You sheepishly nod in agreement, your gaze darting between your friend and Noa. The connection between you and Noa is undeniable, and it's impossible to hide the affection in your eyes. “Noa, this is my friend, Keli.”

Noa turns his attention to Keli, his gaze locking onto hers. "Keli," he greets, his voice steady and polite. He nods his head in a gesture of acknowledgment, his eyes betraying a hint of caution. Keli's gaze shifts to you, her eyes filled with concern and a hint of understanding. "Loui went back to the village," she continues, her voice softer now. "He's getting more food, but he'll be back soon." Her words carry a warning, a caution for Noa's presence to remain undetected by the others.

Keli nods one final time, her gaze lingering on Noa before she turns and leaves, climbing back up the rocks and disappearing into the darkness. Her departure leaves you and Noa alone once again, the silence of the night enveloping you like a soft blanket. Noa's voice is soft and tinged with a mix of wonder and vulnerability as he asks, "You told her... about us?" The word "us" hangs in the air between you, its significance not lost on him. You can see the uncertainty in his eyes, the question of your relationship lingering unanswered in the space between you.

Noa's gaze locks onto your face, his eyes studying the soft glow of your smile. The effect of the drink has clearly loosened your inhibitions, and your words come tumbling out, full of affection and honesty. "You're all I think about," you say, your voice filled with warmth and sincerity. Noa can feel his heart hammering in his chest as he takes in your words. The depth of your admission and the truth in your eyes stirs something deep within him. His own feelings for you have grown stronger and stronger every day, and your admission only reinforces them. He swallows hard, his mind racing with a thousand unasked questions, a thousand things he wants to say but doesn’t know how.

Noa's voice is soft and laced with embarrassment as he confesses, "I... dream of you... often." He averts his eyes.

The admission hangs in the air, a confession of the thoughts and longings that plague his mind even in his sleep. The dreams featuring you have grown stronger and more frequent, each one a reflection of his unconscious desires and cravings. You step closer, “Can I… try something?”

Noa looks at you with curiosity, his eyes wide and expectant. He nods his head in agreement, a wordless yes that encourages you to continue. Noa's breath hitches at the feel of your hand on his neck, the warmth of your touch seeping through the thick layer of fur. He can feel your nervousness in the slight tremble of your fingers, and his body instinctively leans in towards you, craving your touch.

You find yourselves in the same position once again, your bodies drawn together by an invisible force. The air between you is charged with anticipation, the space between your bodies closing with each passing second. It feels like unexplored territory, a path you’re both eager to venture down.

Your gaze finds his, your eyes meeting in a tangle of emotions and desires. Your vision blurs, the world around you fading away until all you can see is him. Your mouths are so close, mere millimeters apart, and the heat of his breath on your skin sends a shiver down your spine.

Noa's eyes widen in surprise as he feels your lips pressed against his in a soft, tentative kiss. Your attempt to mimic the movements from the book is clear, and there is hesitation in your touch. He stiffens momentarily, caught off guard by your boldness, before his body melts against yours, responding instinctively to the sweet pressure of your lips. The kiss deepens, the barrier between you crumbling as Noa pulls you tighter against him, his arms encircling your waist. His mouth moves against yours in a gentle but urgent dance, his need for you growing with every passing second.

The sound of Keli's voice pierces the air like a gunshot, breaking the spell that had fallen over you and Noa. You both look up at her, your heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees the sight before her, and her urgent warning rings in your ears, "Loui is coming!"

Noa's grip on you tightens as you try to pull away, his desire to keep you close almost overpowering his common sense. But your voice breaks through his haze of desire, and he finally lets go, understanding the gravity of the situation. He leans back in, his lips still seeking yours, and you exchange another soft kiss. "Loui’s coming," you murmur into his mouth, your words a playful warning, a lighthearted note amidst the tension.

Noa is glued to you, his body pressed against yours in a way that makes it impossible to tell where one of you ends and the other begins. His mind is clouded with a fog of desire and passion, his thoughts consumed by nothing other than you. The warning bells are ringing somewhere in the back of his head, the knowledge that your brother is approaching like a distant and unwelcome reminder. You pull away, your chests heaving with labored breaths, the air thick with the intensity of the moment. You manage to gasp out the words, "You have to go, Noa." The reality of the situation crashes down upon you both, a harsh reminder that greater dangers are lurking just beyond this stolen moment of bliss.

Noa's eyes are hooded, his breathing still heavy from the kiss, but he nods in agreement, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I know," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. You can see the reluctance in his gaze, the struggle of his desire to stay warring with the need to keep you safe.

Noa backs away from you, his eyes locked onto yours, reluctant to tear his gaze away. He casts a fleeting look at Keli, a wordless show of gratitude for her support. Then, with a mix of determination and regret, he turns and climbs down the rocks, his mind hazy with thoughts of you, the warmth of your kiss still lingering on his lips.

Keli grabs your arm and pulls you up to the top of the rocks in a swift and hurried movement. As you stumble onto the peak, you turn to watch Noa make his descent, his figure growing smaller and smaller in the distance. A smile tugs at your lips as you regard him, the memory of your kiss still fresh in your mind.

Keli looks at you from beside you, a huge smile plastered across her face. "What was that," she echoes, her eyes glittering with curiosity and excitement. There's a hint of mischief in her tone as if she already knows the answer but wants to hear you say it anyway.

Your eyes are glued to Noa's diminishing figure in the distance, your mind still reeling from the sensation of his lips on yours. Finally, you tear your gaze away and turn to Keli, a sheepish smile on your face. "A kiss," you admit, your voice softer than a whisper.

[thebigstar-abouttofall]

Wolfstar Microfic Day 6: Time-Turner

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Rating: PG (Angst/Fluff/Grief)

Summary: Remus gets his hands on a black market Time-Turner five years after Sirius ends up in Azkaban and knows exactly what to do with it.

Word count: 645

His fingers are whitening, his grip around the Time-Turner is so tight. And his whole body shakes. When he opens his eyes, he knows that he’s done it. The air is warm and heavy with the smells of dinner cooking in the kitchens below, and it rings out with the laughter and chatter of nearby students. Familiar stone brick surrounds. Five hours. The guy in The Hog’s Head had said he had five hours. And he’d known - as soon as the man mentioned the Time-Turner he’d “somehow” gotten his hands on - that this is what he would do with it.

And, in a moment of pure serendipity, the kind of luck that Remus hasn’t had in a long time, he can hear a distant gleeful rabble, instantly recognisable. He shoves himself into a nearby cupboard, leaving the door open a crack, watching the scene unfold. First, two voices which make his stomach clench.

“Right guys. We’ll see you later. I’m gonna go to the library, you still coming Pete?” It’s James. Lovely, lovely Seventh Year James. He feels nausea rising in his throat. This was such an idiotic idea.

And then: “Yeah, ‘course! Let’s go. See you guys at dinner! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Moony. I hope you have honourable intentions for my Padfoot.” It’s Peter. Another squeeze of his heart. This is too much. He suddenly feels claustrophobic and his mouth dries up. He makes to leave the cupboard as he hears young Remus clap back: “Only the best for your daughter, Wormy!”

But the sound of James dissolving into laughter stills him. And the scene unfolding next is one that replays over and over in his dreams. He knows he shouldn’t be dreaming of him. The one who brought death and betrayal in his wake. But Remus is haunted by doubt. Growing around his heart like deadly mould. A fear that their love was one great conspiracy. A lie. An exaggeration. A fairy tale.

As if in response, peering out of the slit in the door, he can see himself, looking awkward and gangly as ever but alive. He feels oddly jealous.

And then Sirius walks into view and it’s like standing under a waterfall, being pummelled by feelings that he’s long been trying to ignore.

He looks beautiful. He always did. Angelic. With his sharp cheek bones, his porcelain skin. His silvery eyes, guiding orbs lighting up his face. His black hair long and shaggy, just how he liked it and Walburga hated it.

He’s rummaging in his pocket. And it’s exactly how he’d remembered it.

“Hey, Moons. I have something for you.” Young Sirius is whispering, his eyes trembling with something so pure. Anticipation on his lips. He continues to retrieve the present from inside of his robes.

“What?” Young Remus looks put out momentarily. “Is it Valentine’s Day? Or my birthday? Or Christmas? Or the anniversary of that time we glued Snivellus’ mouth together just before he had to get up to give a presentation in Charms?”

Sirius is cackling. He catches his breath. “No but god, we should make that an annual festival! No, it’s nothing like that I-... well I’ve just been planning this for a while. And finally decided to…”

He trails off, looking down at the box in front of him. Young Remus is visibly trembling, a grin sticking to his cheeks. Sirius tenderly lifts off the lid, revealing two aged silver chains. One adorned with a small moon charm and the other with a star.

Older Remus can’t even watch anymore because he knows how this goes. He knows that Young Remus chokes up and pulls Sirius into a soft, grateful kiss, cradling his face in his hands. Under his shirt, Older Remus touches his hand to the star charm still dangling from his neck, shudders. And tears fall down his cheeks again.

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 24 “Windy Mountain”[Episode List]

Another summer, another camping trip for our heroes… and an even smaller tent than last time. On the mountain, the sounds of nature finally meet their match as Dave’s farts reach new heights in terms of loudness and power.

POV: Tim

Windy Mountain “Rise and shine, bro!”

I was woken up by a sudden thunder, a thunder which was accompanied by a peculiar scent. Considering how I could see a clear blue sky outside (somebody opened the window in my room), as my eyes adjusted to the light I recognised Dave’s ass in a pair of white basketball shorts hovering over me, effortlessly erupting a powerful morning blast directly on my face.

I probably woke up halfway through the rip, which was already around 10 seconds long. A short morning fart, for my friend’s high standards. The stench hit me and triggered my flight or fight response, effectively waking me up more efficiently than any alarm clock could. I pushed my friend’s ass away (as he kept farting), trying to remember what year it was.

“Alright, alright. I’m awake!”

Dave turned around and greeted me with a smile. 

“Come on, we’re right on schedule.” he stated.

“Should I thank you or your ass?”

Dave simply looked up, making a funny facial expression, and ripped a quick loud one.

“Yes.” he simply replied, and left the room.

Those were natural, not even on command, but honestly who could tell the difference? Dave always had a fart ready, like you could ask him out of the blue to rip one and he’d probably be more than happy to go beyond your wildest expectations. One of his many talents: the incredible farts are like the cherry on top of this wonderful friend I’m lucky to have, a cherry that pleases my embarrassing and disgusting kink, a kink that, for some reason, my bud is completely okay with, getting some good immature laughs every time he teases me.

Like last year, the four of us (the other two being Greg and Adam) decided to get in touch with nature and go camping for a couple of days, like the hypocrite city slickers that we are. However, we’re pretty good at planning stuff like this, making sure it won’t interfere with our respective jobs and whatnot. 

As Dave told me earlier, we were indeed right on schedule: it wasn’t even 6:00 AM and he was ready, a role-reversal compared to the last time we went camping, as I’m usually the one who hates being late. A quick shower, some casual clothes and I too was ready, just a shirt and pair of black shorts, whereas Dave was sporing a grey t-shirt and his signature, “summer style” camo cargo shorts which, given the context, immediately triggered my kinky ass as I just remembered how my friend mercilessly blasted me in our tent last year while wearing those.

I hated… that I fuckin’ loved it.

While farting wasn’t by far our main topic of discussion (believe it or not), I like to think that Dave too remembers… because he’s just a nice mixture of “the best bro you could ever ask for” and “your worst bully”. Or, much more realistically, he just doesn’t remember because while he does find the act of teasing me utterly hilarious, it’s not like our lives revolve around his farts.

Unlike last year we were actually much more independent as our other two buds travelled to our destination on their own, a relatively colder place where we could avoid this summer’s high temperatures, somewhere on a mountain not far from here. We’re hiking to some interesting sights, the most important being a big, lesser known waterfall located at higher altitudes and deeper into the forest. 

We packed our stuff and as the Sun was setting we got into the car, Dave being the designated driver. My (much more important) role was choosing the music for the trip and sometimes checking the map. A true duo of rally drivers.

During the trip, me and my bro chatted about some random stuff and about one hour flew by. No traffic, no road works or anything, just a long but peaceful trip.

“Oh by the way.” Dave suddenly said, changing the subject. “When Dana and I went camping last year…” 

He seemed embarrassed but couldn’t help but laugh. Knowing him, that was the kind of laughter he’d do whenever he did something stupid.

“Yes?” I asked, being annoyingly inquisitive on purpose.

“We broke your tent.” he simply said.

“Oh.” I replied, not caring that much.

Yes, after our trip last year, I let Dave and Dana bring my tent on their own trip. I totally forgot about it and it was a very cheap product anyway. Plus, I saw Dave putting a folded up tent into the trunk earlier this morning, so it’s not like we were gonna sleep with the bugs tonight.

“It was an accident, I’m sorry.” he said.

“You’re the worst person I ever met.” I replied, the sarcasm being almost tangible.

“I totally forgot about it.” 

“Me too actually.” I admitted. “How did you break it? I deserve to know.” I asked, acting like I wanted to know how my grandpa died.

“Crazy sex obviously.” my friend said, with a smirk. 

I stared back at him until he told me truth.

“Ok… I accidentally hit it while going in reverse.”

“How did it even happen?!” I yelled, amused. “Why was the car there in the first place?!”

“Girls, you know… she didn’t want to walk back to the car.”

I stared back at him again.

“We had beers in the trunk.” 

“Unbelievable. Truly made for each other.”

We both had a good laugh at their laziness, and I made sure Dave knew it was fine: he bought a new tent after all, so we’re good.

“The new tent is a bit smaller though… not that you mind, right?” he said, and winked at me.

“Oh yeah, show me the infamous crazy sex you’ve been talking about.” I played along.

“Well that, obviously.” he joked. “But I was thinking more of… you know…”

He leaned a bit while driving and, as much as he could, pointed his camo-clad ass towards me; the fart was, well, one of his average ones, long, loud and proud, the sound partially muffled by the seat and car’s own noises, but I could still hear it clearly. A firm, strong, 7 seconds display of cocky manliness from my bro, something I pretend to be used to but for a number of reasons keeps surprising me somehow.

The smell hit me but the cars’ windows being open made it bearable.

Before I could stutter something, he sat back normally and resumed talking.

“Just like last year, you know.” he laughed.

He actually remembers it. The fact that he does gives me a mix of feelings. I remained silent, trying to focus on the road ahead, which he noticed.

“Aw come on, don’t act like you hate it, you hypocrite.” he playfully said, patting my shoulder. “You know you can relax when I’m around, right?” he then asked, a bit more seriously, keeping his right hand on my shoulder.

It took me a bit to answer that simple question, Dave being so open-minded he almost leaves me speechless.

“Yeah I know man. Thanks.” 

“Good.” he said, again patting my shoulder.

This man’s patience is infinite. 

And just like that, we resumed talking about the usual stuff, as if my kink never existed. I feel like Dave accepted my fetish more than I ever did with myself.

——

A few hours later we reached our destination, at around 10:00 AM, the mountains towering over us being so high we could see the peaks covered in glaciers. However, the town where we left the car was not at high altitudes, so while the weather wasn’t as hot as back home, you could still tell it was summer, a particularly hot one nonetheless, as some of the locals told us. From the small town we then begun our hiking towards a place called “Windy Mountain”, making sure our phones still got signal so we could keep our other two buds posted on our location.

As we got higher and higher, the temperatures got a bit lower, but still pleasing, despite our heavy backpacks.

“Call me hypocrite.” I said.

“I already did a few hours ago I believe.” Dave quickly replied.

“I’m just saying… I don’t blame you for parking the car next to the tent, when you were with Dana.”

“Ahah what, feeling tired already?” he mockingly said, tired.

“I could do this all day bro.” I boasted, lying.

“Well no worries, Greg and Adam set the camp right next to that river.”

Dave pointed to a location not really far from us, a bit more downhill than where we were, and I could indeed spot two people in the distance, which I assumed were our buds waiting for us. The view as a whole was also really nice, with the mountain overlooking the entire scene.

“You think they can hear us?” I asked.

“Only way to find out.”

My friend shouted our buds’ names, his voice echoing in the entire valley, but the two people didn’t seem to have any reaction. It was my turn to shout, but once again, nothing.

“Yeah it’s them.” Dave said. “I’d recognize Greg’ piss-yellow shirt anywhere.” he pointed out, as I too noticed that small yellow spot by the river.

“It’s weird they couldn’t hear us.” 

“Let’s see if they can hear this then.”

Dave simply stood where it was, which was surprising considering the sheer amount of gas he started ejecting from his ass. The fart almost fake-sounding, but it was loud and powerful, my friend effortlessly showing off his skills, easily surpassing any natural sound around us. The fart truly echoed everywhere, and as the 9 seconds blast finished, I could still hear it propagating all over the valley. An impressive, almost terrifying display of what my friend is capable of.

Funnily enough, the guy in the piss shirt did seem to turn around; he then waved at us.

“Nice.” I said. “You probably scared the shit out of every animal in the valley, but nice.”

“It’s called ‘asserting dominance’, Timothy.” Dave said, acting all serious. “The valley now knows who’s in charge.”

“Wow I feel so safe now.” I said, letting my sarcasm do the talking… while trying to ignore my boner.

——

The moment we arrived, Greg and Adam fetched us beers and something to eat, just some snacks, as it was too early to set up a barbecue anyway. We started setting up our camp like we did last time: our two tents being on the opposite sides, facing each other, with a fire pit in the middle, not too close, not too far away. 

“Isn’t that tent a bit too small for you two?” Greg noted, while rummaging through the snacks.

“We don’t need a bigger tent to compensate you know.” I replied, very maturely.

“Also, me and Tim like to snuggle in those cold summer nights.” Dave added, hugging me from behind. “Right, honey?”

I shook him off. “Oh yeah…” I played along. “Whisper me something soft and sweet, my stallion!”

What my ear received however was anything but a gentle whisper. Dave was really enjoying the beer and he decided to let me (and everyone) know by belching directly into my skull, the scent of yeast and water hitting my nostrils. My bro wants to make sure he can destroy me from both ends, if you know what I mean.

“Serves you right.” Greg snickered.

Like a Terminator, Dave changed his target and let me go, power-walking towards our snickering friend. Before Greg could beg for mercy, he grabbed his head and burped straight onto his face, earning mature laughters from me and Adam.

“The good news is that you’re probably scaring bears off.” Adam commented. 

“He’s ‘asserting dominance’” I explained, making finger quotes.

“He’s the true alpha.” Adam added, sarcastically.

“He’s making me puke.” Greg managed to say, just as Dave’s belch ended.

Once this very mature display of manliness was over, my bro joined us in setting up the camp, with his classic smirk drawn on his face, pretty proud of making Greg almost lose it.

——

After setting up the camp we ate something, nothing too complicated, just some sandwiches and fresh water, because in the afternoon we planned to go hiking; the destination was this beautiful waterfall located deeper into the woods and at a higher altitude, a true sight to behold. Due to this however, the climate there was colder, and the temperatures started to lower even in the valley (where our camp was) due to the Sun hiding behind one of the tall mountains looming over us.

In our tent I was setting some things up before the hike, like the GPS on my phone, and pulling some things out of my backpack to avoid bringing something needlessly heavy with me. My back was facing the tent’s entrance but I could feel someone coming inside.

“Everything’s alright?” Dave asked. 

For all the immature, sometimes gross pranks he plays on us (…you know what I mean), Dave was actually the smartest around here, and the one we trusted the most when it came to organizing trips like these. Just because he acts silly, it doesn’t man he’s stupid.

“Yeah man. All set.” I said. “If we die, they’re gonna find our corpses in no time.” I joked.

“That’s the spirit!” my friend cheered.

As the Dave got into the tent, I realized how smaller than the last one was indeed. The fact that my bro was taller and generally “bigger” than me, body-wise, didn’t help. There was room to breathe, lay down and all that stuff, but a bigger tent would have definitely been better. 

My bro got on all fours to look for some of his own stuff and, due to the small size of the tent, accidentally brushed his camo-clad ass all over me more than once. This stuff can happen to everyone, so I just ignored it, though it was hard not to think of what that same ass is capable of, considering the person who belongs to.

“Looking for something?” I asked, turning to him, though my head was basically talking to his ass.

“Yeah, my rain jacket.” he said, while rummaging through his own backpack.

“Oh right, the waterfall.” I remembered. I too had a rain jacket after all.

“Nevermind, found it.” he told me, giving me an OK I sign.

I kept checking my stuff, his camo-clad ass still literally next to me. I noticed Dave’s hand now patting his own butt, like we all do when we can’t find our phones in our back-pockets.

“What are you looking for now?” I asked, without even turning to his ass, even though my boner really wanted me to take a closer look.

Dave didn’t answer, though I felt his hand pat my shoulder, then my hair.

“Your head, actually.” he said, trying not to laugh.

He quickly pulled me and planted my entire face into his ass, holding it still. As my nose touched the warm fabric of his cargo pants, I felt his buttcheeks relax and, surprise to no one, a fart came out, a loud blast that made my teeth shake for how strong and loud it was. The gas went down my nostrils and eyes, making me choke, but Dave’s firm grip on my head was merciless. As my bro kept his position on all four, he raised one of his legs a bit, easing the blast out, actually making him get even louder. He finally let me head go as he did this, but my kinky-self didn’t move at all, enjoying the blast until it was over.

And indeed it was over, at around 11 seconds, a fart fueled by beer and snacks. I heard my friend laugh as he gently pushed me away using his own ass. The turned around, with his usual smirk.

“It’s just too easy with you.” he said. 

I didn’t say anything, turning my attention to my backpack again. Despite Dave’s best (worst?) efforts, I was always embarrassed by this. My bro probably noticed this and stopped the teasing, getting ready himself for the hike.

As I mentioned, the temperatures were getting lower, so Dave changed clothes accordingly: he was now wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a long-sleeved t-shirt and the aforementioned rain jacket.

“Piss yellow? How the tables have turned.” I mocked him, commenting the color of the jacket.

“It’s ochre, you swine.” he said.

——

We were hiking in single file, with me being the last, in the woods, the temperatures getting lower; the mood was great however, and we occasionally improvised songs from a certain epic fantasy as we felt like we were marching towards a dark volcano or a dragon-infested mountain. The landscapes certainly helped the illusion of an epic tale: it was just a damn beautiful place; despite the Sun being still obscured by the mountains, we could still it was a picture perfect day, weather-wise: we couldn’t have chosen a better day to go camping and hiking.

My gay and kinky ass kept distracting me from truly appreciating the beauty of nature, as Dave was the one walking in front of me. Regardless of my fetish, Dave was a great-looking guy, so I couldn’t help but to stare at him for a few seconds whenever I could. My eyes would obviously land on his jeans-clad ass more than once, which were a bit loose but also wrapped nicely around his powerful butt as he walked. Disgustingly enough, I wished he could fart on me while wearing those, but I won’t deny I’d love to ask, but I will never do it, I’d feel like I’m crossing some boundaries I’m not supposed to cross, because at the end of the day Dave is straight.

I can at least enjoy the view… and considering that the human body is, well, not artificial, you can technically say I’m still enjoying the scenery nature had to offer.

——

The hype paid off: the waterfall, the main reason we came up here in the first place, was absolutely incredible. We were speechless, so stunned we didn’t even think to take a picture of it the moment we got there. We kept walking, following a route that would get us right in front of it, millions of small droplets of water already dampening our faces and clothes. This never-ending wall of water going down the mountain was a beast, and a loud one truth to be told: we had to yell because we couldn’t hear anything unless we stood really close to each other.

“I’m speechless.” I yelled everyone.

“What?!” everyone replied.

“I said that I’m speechless!” 

“Then why are you talking?!” Greg screamed back.

We didn’t have anything else to say as we stood in front of that wonderful display of nature, letting the water do all the talk. Finally we decided to become a boomer’s worst nightmare and pulled our phones out, taking pictures, posting stories and selfies. I saw Dave making a short video-call with Dana, even though the two could barely hear each other (but knowing them, that was the entire joke) while the other three of us settled for posting our pics on social medias.

It was still daytime (around 5:00 PM) but after about 20 minutes admiring the scenery, we decided it was time to hike back to the camp. 

Also, we were starving.

“You two want to make out or what?” Adam yelled, noticing me and Dave staying behind.

I explained (screaming like a demon) that Dave needed to send a couple more pics to Dana, but the phone’s signal was unstable, so I was waiting for him to not leave him alone there.

Adam gestured a “whatever” and he and Greg disappeared in the woods around the waterfall. 

After a couple more minutes, which I spent sitting down admiring that cathedral of nature, Dave put his phone in the backpack and sat next to me, at first in silence.

“I gotta take Dana to this place.” he thought out loud.

We kept sitting there, the loudness of the water rushing down the only thing we could hear despite ourselves. I decided to ruin the moment by reaching for something in my backpack.

“Beer?” I said, handing a can of beer to my bro.

“Always.” he replied.

We had a quick toast and enjoyed the view a bit more.

“Man that’s loud.” I commented, the waterfall’s noise starting to piercing my ear-drums.

Dave slowly turned to me, sporting an exaggerated smirk.

“Challenge accepted.” 

I guess it was his turn to ruin the moment.

He quickly stood up, now towering next to me, and I could once again admire that beautiful denim ass. He wasn’t gonna fart in my face, not there at least, but for some reason he just wanted to do it. It wasn’t because of me, I’m pretty sure: the guy just enjoys showing off.

I didn’t stand up, and just stared at Dave… waiting, until he turned his head down to me with a cheesy smirk.

“You can’t hear it?” he yelled.

I instinctively stared at his ass and focuses. I could barely hear it: it was one of his well-known farts, loud and proud, but he still couldn’t beat the waterfall.

Trying to hide my massive boner, I simply gestured my ear, as to say that I couldn’t hear it. My friend just laughed and I could see his eyes narrowing, as if he was forcing more gas out.

And truth to be told, I could hear the fart getting louder, still not as loud as the waterfall obviously, but damn that must have been incredible to hear in all of its glory.

Dave kept standing still, relaxing his ass muscles and pushing what was probably one of his longest and loudest farts out. I could notice the droplets coming from the waterfall being blown farther away once they got close to his denim ass, a sign of powerful that blast was.

Now I could hear it properly, which my friend noticed, as he once again stared down at me sporting a wide, silly smile, immaturely proud of his fart. Really putting the “ass” in the whole “asserting dominance”-thing he had going one since we got here.

I thought I was ruining the moment with that beer, but Dave is better at everything I guess.

The hardest thing (besides my penis) was fighting the urge to simply plant my face into that ass, so I could properly enjoy that massive display of farting-talent; I couldn’t complain however, since Dave is basically a terribly wonderful enabler for my fart kink.

Now I couldn’t hear the waterfall anymore, only the fart; that fact that I was right next to the source of the blast certainly helped, but that was impressive either way. Dave was visibly exhausted: that was too much even for him (and, probably, me), so he sat down next to me again, sighing in relief, and the fart ended. How long did that last anyway? Not only it was loud, it was extremely lengthy. If I had to guess, that was probably around 60 seconds! 

I tried to focus again on the waterfall, while Dave proposed another toast.

“To us.” he said, sounding as corny as you think.

“Really?” I replied, skeptical.

Dave simply laughed in response.

“You’re a disgusting weirdo, Tim.” he said, smiling, but those words didn’t hurt me at all, because I knew he wouldn’t say things like that to hurt me. “But takes one to know one.”

“Wait.” I was confused. “What does that mean?” 

“Don’t get any ideas now.” he quickly stated. “I just wanted to remind you how weird all of this is.” he took a sip of his beer. “How hilariously weird.” he laughed.

Dave, a straight guy, a good friend. Yes, I was the weirdo of the duo, but he doing what he does for me can be just as weird and the fact that he just doesn’t care only proves even more what a great bro he is, being ridiculously open-minded about all this stuff.

“You didn’t have to, you know?” I told him.

“Teasing you is hilarious.” he admitted. “Thanks for the laughs.” he patted my back.

I simply decided to remain silent, probably the best decision, and let the waterfall once again do all the talk, as the millions of droplets of water made our clothes soaking wet. Dave asserted his dominance, but the waterfall definitely had the last word.

——

Back to the camp, we quickly put some sausages with “Adam’s special sauce” on the barbecue (I’ll save you the mandatory jokes) and had a nice dinner all the 4 of us together, planning on what we were gonna do the next day; probably something simpler, not deep in the woods: the town were we left the car had a couple of good restaurants so like the bunch of city slickers we are, we decided to hang out there the next morning.

It was a windy night, but it wasn’t that cold outside, so both me and Dave lay down in our tent, next to each other, without sleeping bags. A small lantern lit the inside of the tent with a warm light. My friend was lying on his stomach, still wearing the long-sleeved shirt and the jeans from before, which I sadly immediately noticed. 

Dave’s face was even more lit because of his phone inches from his nose, which he was using to message Dana, as the continuous tapping and notifications sounds confirmed. Honestly, that was kind of annoying.

“Bro…” I whispered. “Can you… please, you know?” I said, hoping to sound just as annoying.

“Mh?” Dave replied, distracted by all the messaging.

“Please?” I repeated.

Dave smiled and resumed the noisy tapping. “Yeah sure, give me a minute.” 

“Nice.” I thanked him.

I simply laid down, staring at what can we consider the “ceiling” of our tent. That was a good day, we should actually do it more often.

“Alright.” Dave put his phone down, after indeed a minute passed. 

However, he kept moving for some reason. He laid down on his back and turned his entire body so his legs would be next to my head. But then, he cocked his denim legs up and made those go over my head, now fully showing off his denim ass right next to my face, which looked like a wall of jeans given how loose (almost sagging) it was.

“Dude, what the fuck?!” I almost yelled.

“Huh?” Dave said. All I could see was his denim ass, but I could tell he was confused.

“What the Hell?” I kept asking.

“Bro. You literally asked for it.” he explained.

“I didn’t.”

“Yeah you did!” he insisted, this time laughing a bit.

That felt surreal.

Then I realized.

“I was… I was talking about all the tapping, dude! If you could put that damn phone on mute!”

We remained silent for a couple of long seconds, then Dave broke the silence by laughing like an idiot.

“Sorry bro, I totally thought you finally had the guts to just ask for it ahah.”

“I would never!”

We kept talking like that, with my head inches from his ass, Dave just casually lying down like that as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Well…” my bro finally said. “Do you want me to fart or not?” he whispered, as we both remembered that Greg and Adam’s tent wasn’t far from us, even though they were already asleep.

The way he just casually asked got me massively aroused already. How in the world I manage to have a friend like him is beyond me, beyond my wildest dreams.

“It’s not like I have anything better to do anyway.” he then said.

Indeed, we were in the middle of nowhere.

“Okay…” I finally found the courage to speak. “But only if you want to.”

Dave laughed.

“I don’t want to fart in your face, bro.” he said, reaching for my head, pulling it even closer to his denim ass. “I want to fuckin’ end it. Ready?”

That was a rhetorical question. The blast that greeted me was massive, my face shaking due to the power of that fart. Whatever sauce Adam put on those sausages really messed with my friend’s stomach, which was already infamously powerful as well all know. The stench was unbearable and the entire tent shook because of the wind Dave was shooting out of his ass.

The natural blast kept going for about 12 more seconds, with my friend letting my head go halfway through the rip, knowing that I wasn’t going anywhere. At around the 16th second mark, the fart finally ended, leaving an invisible gas cloud engulfing the tent. The smell hit my bro as well, but he was basically immune at his own poisonous attacks.

Without moving his ass, he slightly got up, staring down at me from beyond that wall of jeans, with a silly smirk, checking for my reaction, which was awkward and speechless as usual, something that he’d always find amusing.

“Are you ok there, Tim?” we heard Greg yell from his tent.

Both of us laughed like idiots this time. “It’s all good!” Dave yelled. 

Maintaining eye-contact with me, with his ass still inches from my face, he started to suck air in. The facial expressions he made were just as hot as the sounds he was producing from his ass.

“Asserting dominance?” I casually asked.

Dave laughed again. “Nah, just making a thirsty bitch’s dreams come true.” he joked.

Once again, I wasn’t offended, nor Dave’s words were ill-intentioned. We always made fun of each other after all, and considering what was happening… I honestly deserved that.

My friend reached for my head one more time, pulling it close to his denim ass, now completely sagging, my nose rubbing against the red fabric of his sweaty boxer shorts. This time he was blasting me on command, but honestly there were no different from his natural ones. He was indeed really good at quenching my thirst, I couldn’t deny that.

It was a series of mid rips, loud and about 3 seconds long each. I wish Dave always had nothing better to do than blasting me, to be honest. I again heard our other friends’ yelling something, but the sound from Dave’s farts was so loud it reminded me of the waterfall.

The tip of my cock dampened as the barrage ended with a longer 9 seconds rip, which almost teared a hole through my friend’s red boxer.

He finally let me go and he resumed his previous position, lying down next to me.

“Dave…” I said. “I’ll never understand why you do it, but thanks.”

“I swear I’m gonna kick your ass if you keep saying that.” he replied, pushing me a bit.

I tried to relax, as if nothing happened, another thing that Dave was much better than me at. I closed my eyes and focused on having a good night sleep… but I heard all that tapping again.

“Really?” I said, turning to him.

“If you can handle the noises my ass makes, you can handle my phone, you hypocrite.”

“I… you… you KNEW I was talking about the phone the whole time!”

Dave simply turned to me, sporting the most annoying smirk he could mess me with.

“It’s just too easy with you.” he said one more time, and winked at me.

Truly asserting dominance, he raised one of his legs and a ripped a quick, loud one, effortlessly.

At this point I was just blushing like a fool. I turned my back to him to avoid eye contact because I was a mess. My bro is such a teasing bastard and I both hate and love him for this, but damn it’s getting way too hot in here. 

Luckily, the cold windy night helped cooling me down, even though there was more wind inside the tent than outside, because of Dave.

Maybe that’s why they call it “Windy Mountain” (yes, you knew it was coming).

End of Episode 24

[verai-marcel]

Your Hearth Is My Home (BG3 Fanfic, Astarion x Female Reader, Part 15 of ?)

Summary, Notes, Tags, & Part 1 are here.

Act I - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

Act II - Part 13 | Part 14

AO3 Link is here, my dear.

Word Count: 3268

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Act II, Chapter 3 - The Rescue

Being within the soft silver glow of Isobel’s shield, the party felt less of a need to keep watch, but Astarion still stayed awake out of habit, only needing four hours of trancing to feel refreshed. So it was in the pre-dawn hours that you found him in front of his tent, reading a book.

“Awake so early?” he asked as you passed his tent.

“Old habits,” you mused.

He only gave a small “hmm” and continued to read as you walked away.

You were heading towards the cave behind the waterfall, notebook in hand. It had been so long since you had practiced aloud, and you were scared you would forget the songs that your mother had taught you. The old songs, the ones that she said were special, were part of her lineage.

We come from the eladrin, not the ones from Toril, but from the Feywild. Long ago, an eladrin came to this plane and stayed a while, and had a child. So our lineage continues to this day, fey blood in our veins.

You took a deep breath.

And sang.

You weren’t sure how long you sang this song or how many times you repeated it, but when you finally stopped, you still felt the same as before, just with a sore throat.

Mother said this song could bring out the fey in my blood. But nothing ever happens, no matter how many times I sing it. Maybe I don't have enough power in me. 

Sighing heavily, you closed your notebook and left the cave. Your companions were already up and about, getting ready for the day.

And unfortunately, Volo had found them first.

Shit.

“If I could just get a few quotes about your adventures—”

“Not interested,” Lae’zel snarled. “Be gone. We have enemies to kill.”

“Ah, but only a sentence or two—”

You gently took Volo by the elbow and guided him towards the pathway away from camp. “I’ll regale you with some of their adventures back at the inn. I need to help them get ready, and then I’ll join you there.”

He brightened. “Oh, that sounds lovely, I will see you soon!” 

As he jauntily headed away from your camp, you heaved a sigh of relief. Turning to the party, you noticed that they also looked relieved to see him gone.

“We owe you,” Wyll said with a grin.

You gave him a small salute. “Just doing my duty to protect the camp,” you said with mock seriousness, earning you a few chuckles.

You walked with the others to the bridge, and wished them well as they left the safety of the shield. Watching them disappear from sight, you silently wished for their safe return.

Then you turned to the inn.

Sigh. Guess I better face my own battle.

***

An hour felt like an eternity with Volo asking question after question. It felt more like an interrogation rather than an interview. As you finished answering yet another follow-up question, you peeked at his writing. He was clearly embellishing and exaggerating nearly everything you said.

“That’s not what I said,” you finally pointed out.

“I’m punching it up a bit, making it sound more exciting to the average reader,” he explained. “You have to make them cling to your every word!”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Eventually you caught the eye of Alfira, who came up to you and asked for your assistance in the kitchen. Excusing yourself, you followed her until the two of you were safely out of earshot.

“You looked like you needed an escape route,” she said with a knowing smile.

“I did, thank you so much.” You looked around. “I guess I’d better actually do something in here, so it’s not too obvious that I ran away from him.”

She giggled. “Well, we could use your help preparing the midday meal.”

As the two of you chopped ingredients and cooked, she shared some stories of her past.

“I’d love to hear one of your songs,” you said after she mentioned how she had met the others.

Alfira looked at the pile of peeled and chopped potatoes. “Well, I think we’ve prepared enough for now. Let’s go out back, I can sing for you there.”

She grabbed her lute and the two of you went out the back door to the shoreline behind the inn. Strumming the lute a few times to tune it, she began to sing.

It was a beautiful song, and her voice was soft and warm, wrapping around your heart and making you feel every note like a gentle caress. Unable to stop yourself, you began to sing with her.

Without missing a beat, she harmonized with you, and together, the song grew stronger. You created a verse in response to hers, and though she looked a bit surprised, she smiled and let you sing. Before long, your song began to gather an audience.

When the two of you ended the song with the last few notes sung as a complement to the other, applause suddenly burst out around you.

Unused to the attention, you froze up. Beside you, Alfira bowed gracefully and you quickly followed suit, your movements a bit stiff. She turned to you as the crowd dispersed. “I didn’t know you could sing so well.”

You shrugged. “I don’t do it often in front of others,” you replied. At least, not if I can help it.

“Well, could’ve fooled me. You’re a natural. I can’t believe you came up with that verse so quickly.”

“Just felt… inspired, I suppose.” You smiled. “Thank you for sharing your song with me. It was brilliant.”

She smiled back, and together the two of you walked back into the inn to finish preparing lunch.

***

It was very late. You had taken an afternoon nap so you could stay awake to watch for the group, but even so, you were starting to feel sleepy. And yet you continued to stare at the pathway, willing them to come back safe.

They’re on a rescue mission. In enemy territory. There’s a very high chance something has happened.

You shook your head. You didn’t want to think about that. Getting up, you cast the hot water rune under the waterfall, and then decided to distract yourself by practicing your old songs and dances.

A few hours passed in this way until you felt exhaustion sink into your bones and drag you down to your bedroll. And still, you stared at the pathway, laying on your side, unable to sleep, anxiety gnawing at the periphery of your mind.

Finally, amidst the soft rustling of the trees around the campsite, you closed your eyes.

It’ll just be for a moment.

***

Memories this far back were more like impressions, feelings, colors splashed onto a snow white canvas.

Your mother, the color of warmth, of autumn, of the sun.

Your father, the color of the earth, of summer, of the sky.

They were happy together, always smiling at one another. And they always smiled at you, as if you were their shining star. They would always love you. They would always be there for you.

Until they weren’t.

The village was peaceful, quiet, tucked away in the mountains just south of the Spine of the World. Far from the chaos of the cities, where devil-worshiping cultists summoned infernal creatures to take over the continent.

And yet, somehow, these far-reaching plots and conspiracies touched even your miniscule spot in the world.

Somehow, the snow white canvas you loved so much became drenched with red.

But before the crimson stained your life, it was full of songs, of dance, to celebrate the change of the seasons.

You always thought your mother looked the most luminous during the harvest season. Her cheer was infectious, spreading throughout your small village. Everyone knew her. Everyone loved her.

Of all the people that died that day, you missed her most of all.

***

The soft chime of the alarm bells woke you. Pushing yourself up with some effort, you saw your companions returning, looking fatigued and covered in grime and blood. 

“If you’re famished, there’s some snacks near the campfire,” you told them. You had set up a platter of nuts, dried fruit, and meat jerky before you went to sleep, just in case. “I’ll go renew the hot water rune,” you added before heading off to the waterfall.

You could hear someone languidly following you. You expected Gale, who enjoyed observing your magic. Perhaps he wanted to make his umpteenth attempt to guess where it came from.

Instead, you were surprised to glance behind you and see white hair stained with blood.

“Are you alright?” you asked, turning towards Astarion.

“I’m fine, go on,” he said, waving his hand at you dismissively. “I need a shower.”

I would too, with all of that blood. Stepping into the water and casting the rune as quickly as you could, you realized the water was going to be hotter than usual. Shit, I sang the song too fast.

You tentatively stuck your hand into the heated shower to check. You quickly pulled your hand out and stepped back, only for your back to slam into Astarion. You turned and, looking past his bare shoulder, realized all of his clothes were on the shore.

Is he…? Oh. I should not have looked down. Immediately focusing your gaze to his face, you blurted out, “The water is too hot.”

He raised an eyebrow, then walked past you. Before you could stop him, he stepped into the hot water and sighed happily.

“Perfect.”

“R-really?”

He turned his head toward you. “Yes, darling. A few of us think the rune is never quite hot enough.”

You gawked. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

Astarion shrugged. “They probably didn’t know it could be changed. And it felt good regardless.”

You made a mental note to tell the others that you could adapt the temperature. You also realized that Astarion was still showering in front of you as if you weren’t there. Quickly turning around, you stiffly marched back to camp.

“Not even a goodbye?”

You waved back to him without turning around. That view is going to haunt me now.

Back at camp, some of them were snacking while others had broken into one of the wine bottles and were drinking casually. You asked what had happened, and quickly you learned that because of the worm in their heads, they could easily pass through the towers. After they were interrogated and then tasked with finding the whereabouts of Bal-something, they were left alone. Unsupervised, they were able to track down the tieflings and gnomes and escaped via an underground dock. 

“Wow,” was all you could say. No wonder it took them so long to get back.

Astarion returned from his shower, which reminded you of the temperature. “Right, so, just in case any of you prefer hotter water, just ask me to adjust the rune next time. It’s a bit hotter this time since I rushed the song, but hopefully it’s still suitable.”

Gale immediately turned towards you, academic interest brightening his expression. “So the speed of your song dictates temperature?”

You shrugged. “To some degree. Pun not intended.” Gesturing towards their tents, you continued. “I adjusted all of your tents to your comfort level as well, after talking to each of you.” You stared at Gale with a grin. “I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed.”

Gale opened his mouth, gave you a look, then scratched his chin. “I thought mine was fine.”

Interesting, I saw you sneak into Shadowheart’s tent. Perhaps you were too distracted to notice that her tent has a higher temperature than yours. But I won’t say anything. You snickered to yourself.

Gale raised an eyebrow at you, but said nothing.

One by one, everyone took their turns in the shower and headed off to their tents, until finally, it was just you and Astarion, sitting side by side, staring into the dying embers of the campfire.

“You aren’t going to trance yet?”

“Not yet. I… I need to process something that happened tonight.”

You recalled that he had just stripped and gotten into the shower while you were still there, as if he was desperate to get clean. Your hackles raised. “Did someone try to hurt you?”

He let out a small huff of laughter. “Someone is always trying to hurt us, darling.”

“I don’t mean in battle.”

He was quiet for a little while before he spoke again. “There… was a blood merchant. She wanted me to bite her in exchange for a potion, but…” He looked sick for a moment. “Her blood smelled foul, rank. And the way she leered at me… I can’t get it out of my head.”

You remained quiet, letting him continue.

“But the others… they didn’t force me. Gale asked me if I wanted to, and when I told him I didn’t, all he said was, ‘then don’t.’ Like it was that simple.”

You nodded. You were glad that everyone was growing closer together, and could trust each other.

“I’m… grateful… that they told me it was my choice,” he said quietly. “It’s been so long since I’ve had to make these decisions for myself. I won’t lie”—he looked away for a moment—“it’s a daunting prospect.” He looked down, his expression darkening slightly. “If they had told me to bite her… I would have just gone along with it. A moment of disgust to force myself through, and then I could have carried on, just like before.”

You frowned. “One potion isn’t worth it.”

“Then what is? Two potions? A moment of unpleasantry doesn’t matter if there’s a fine reward, right?”

“Not if it means giving up something you don’t want to give,” you replied. 

“But we could have used that potion,” he argued. “Perhaps I should have just gritted my teeth as always and let her”—his voice caught, his expression pained—“have me, for a bit.”

“Absolutely not!” You turned your entire body to face him. “You’re not some object to be passed around.”

He looked at you for a moment, his eyes widened with momentary surprise before he looked back at the fire. “You’re right. I’m more than that. More than a thing to be used.” 

You watched him as memories seemed to play across his vision. He let out a huff. “Being forced to lure pretty things back to my master, what I wanted be damned, was my entire existence for two hundred years.” He frowned and took a breath. “I had nothing at all for so long. Not even my body.”

He turned back to you once more. “Today made me realize that I never stopped thinking like I was still his slave, even in freedom.”

You reached out with the intention of hugging him, but you pulled back. You didn’t want to force anything on him, not now. You put your hand back in your lap. “I’m glad you’ve realized that,” you told him. “Whatever happens, whatever is asked of you, you can always say no. I’ll never judge you for it.”

He nodded. “Thank you,” he said, the sincerity in his tone marking your heart. “You can too, you know.”

You looked at him in confusion.

Astarion smiled. “You can say no to me as well. You don’t have to feed me every night.” He gently brushed your cheek with the back of his knuckles. “You’ve looked more tired since we’ve come here.”

Your eyes widened. Ah, so he’s noticed.

“I can go for a while without a meal. I’m not so weak that I can’t hold back until you’ve recovered.”

“And I’m not so weak that I can’t handle a bit of blood loss a few days in a row. I am a woman, after all.”

He chuckled. “Fair point.”

You looked back at the fire, letting the silence simmer over the flames as you digested the conversation. It was… a lot. Quite the catharsis and revelation for your poor vampire spawn.

Wait.

Looking back at Astarion, seeing his contemplative expression as he stared out into the distance, you wondered when your heart had claimed him as one of yours. 

You knew you had been staring at him for too long when he glanced back at you. He gave you a flirty smirk. “Admiring my beauty?”

“Just… just wondering if you wanted a hug,” you mumbled, feeling lame. “But not sure if you were comfortable with that,” you added sheepishly.

He sat up and smiled. “You are such a little sweetheart,” he said as he opened his arms. “Come here, darling.”

As you snuggled into his embrace, you felt something strange when your skin made contact with his.

…guilt…conflicted…

It was faint, but it was there. You honed in on it, even as your body was reveling in physical contact. 

Why does he feel this way? Godsdammit, nothing is ever simple with this man.

You pulled away, unable to get your head out of your own, well, head. “I think I’d better get some sleep now,” you said, stuffing your own thoughts deep down for later.

“Of course.” He stayed where he was for a moment, looking at you with a slightly pained expression before he got up and gave you a slight bow. “Sweet dreams, my dear.”

As he left for his tent, you crawled into your bedroll and tried not to ruminate on the reasons why he would feel guilty.

***

A trance for an elf was more a meditative state, a reverie to refresh the mind and body. So when Astarion went to lay down in his tent, he expected his subconscious to run through his usual mental training exercises.

Instead, his mind decided to replay the scene from this morning.

After seeing his sweet treat walk past him with a mission in her step, he waited a few moments before quietly getting up and following her. It took a moment for him to brave the running creek and peek into the cavern behind the curtain of water.

There, he could hear her sing a song in a language unknown, and yet it felt familiar. It had been decades, over a century even, since he had spoken Elvish with any regularity. And yet… even after so much time, he still understood that the witch was singing something similar, yet different somehow.

She read the lyrics from a worn notebook in her hands, her attention completely on her song and not on anything else. She has zero awareness, dammit. Astarion stayed and watched, keeping one ear out for anyone who may approach.

Not that he was guarding her or anything. He was just… listening.

The song ended, and he started to move away from the cave entrance, but then he heard her sing again from the beginning.

She’s going to sing herself hoarse.

Shrugging, he continued to walk away, but he paused when he heard her cough violently.

She’ll be fine.

Her song continued, her voice cracking in places.

Damn foolish witch. Why should I care?

But he did care. And he wasn’t happy about it.

Shaking his head of the memory, he turned over and tried to go back into reverie, but his thoughts turned to how delightfully sweet she looked when she asked him for a hug, how nice she felt in his arms. The conflicted feelings he had, both wanting her and not wanting her, stemmed from the same reason. A reason that was growing harder and harder to deny.

Godsdammit. This is going to be a long night.

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Act II, Chapter 3 End notes: Oh dear, Astarion is starting to catch FEELINGS. Whatever will he do? As always, thanks for your continued interest in my little story, please let me know what you enjoyed by leaving a comment!

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power of love, part 15

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(also on AO3 here and as part of my steve whump fic series)

Steve’s back in the loggers’ cabin. He’s kissing Eddie stupid, and he’s loving it.

They’re both done with drinking bad beer, and even more done with pretending this thing between them isn’t real. They’ve gotten their arms flung around each other. Steve’s tongue is happily exploring the depths of Eddie’s mouth.

Kissing Eddie is totally unlike any make-out session Steve’s ever known. The scratch of Eddie’s lightly stubbled jaw against his is… Gnnng, mindblowing! Steve slides his knee into Eddie’s lap, wishing Eddie would jump his bones already. When Eddie snags his fingers through Steve’s hair, it sends literal sparks down Steve’s spine. The insistent brush of their lips is actual fire, until…

… it’s all too much. Steve moans with something other than dumb teen passion, and it feels like his head’s gonna explode. That familiar crimson tide washes through his brain, and then…

“Steve?”

Robin’s voice wrenches Steve back to the present. Oh, yeah. They’re wading along some shitty little stream, hidden between high banks. Somehow, while getting lost in memories of that kiss, his feet shifted forward on autopilot.

She’s following behind. “I haven’t heard those woofy search dogs for a while,” she says. “You?”

I’ve not a clue, Robin. My head’s zoning in and out of Christ-knows-what-crazy-ass-shit, and I’ve gotten a boner from daydreaming about Eddie. Which is fading fast, because when I remember I might never get another shot at kissing him for real, I wanna stuff my fist in my mouth and bite down hard.

“Gonna trust you on that one,” he mumbles.

“We can get out of this disgusting drain then?” He shrugs, climbs up the bank to check all’s clear.  “See anything we need to worry about?”

“Not sure.” Steve frowns, surveying a few dumped cars and a burned-out trailer. It’s a familiar patch of wasteland, a known hang-out for pretty much every teen in the area. “We’re back in Hawkins already.”

“You’re kidding?” She scrambles up to join him and visibly pales beneath her grime and freckles. “Oh my God. We must’ve travelled at least ten miles. In less than an hour and a half.” She glances at her watch and nods emphatically. “Any explanations, Steve? Any cryptic messages from your water-fairy-godparent?”

“Gimme a break! You’re the one who said we’re off to Magic Camp. At this stage—boom! Whatever! Crazy is to be expected.” He sounds chill. Despite the fear jostling him from every angle over what the hell is happening now?  Their gazes lock, and… Jesus, he can read in her manic eyes how her last ragged nerve is about to snap.

“Okay, okay,” she says, “we won’t panic.”

“I’m not panicking."

“Well, I am! One plus side—there’s plenty of nice dry paths leading to Lover’s Lake in that direction.” She points to the wasteland. “Don’t you dare make me get back in the ditch. I am literally wearing duckweed for mascara.”

He considers her suggestion for a few seconds, before that stupid waterfall roars in his head. “Sorry.” He bounces back into the stream. “If we’re believing in this bullshit, then I gotta go the way I get told.”

With the biggest sigh ever, she skids down after him. They paddle onward, hand in hand. She’s shaking weirdly, gasping and gulping, like she’s giggling and crying all at once. Oh, and shivering too. He wants to check she’s okay, but he doesn’t dare speak. Sounds bombard them from every angle, including shouting, maybe a quad bike, and plenty of distant and not-so-distant sirens.

“Look, Robin,” he whispers, when it seems safe. “You’re not in deep shit, like me and Eddie. Maybe you should go home to your mom.”

“Nice thought. Mommy Dearest has probably rented out my room already.”

Steve hums sympathetically, while pausing to mindlessly kick off his trashed sneakers. “If it’s any consolation, when I was reported missing, nobody noticed my parents rushing back.” He’d asked Hopper, casually enough. “I’m guessing they didn’t bother."

“That sucks, though…means we could nip back to your place for a warm shower, clean clothes?”

“Trust me, I’d murder for that. You really should go, but—” The sound of way-too-close voices interrupts him. After a minute longer, shuffling forward, she wrings his fingers crushingly tight. 

“Uh, Steve? Look.”

Up ahead, the waterway flows into a culvert. The entrance is barred with a metal grid. 

“Oh, thanks a bunch, fairy-guardian-water-spirit-angel-parent,” says Steve. “Great short cut, just great!” A dog growls so close that they startle as one, resulting in a loud splash. He shoves Robin toward the opposite bank. “Go! I’ll try… something.”

“How’s that gonna help?” she hisses, letting him bundle her ahead. “It would be kinda sad if you lightning-fried the dog because it’s not the dog’s fault—"

“Scram, will you? I’ll give it a quick shot—mind the freakin’ dog—and be right behind.”

She scrambles into some bushes at the top, and he prays she keeps going. All he hears is goddamn barking. Christ, can it smell my blood? Still, he has to keep it together and come up with some damn heavy rain, and fast, to destroy her scent as she escapes.

He crouches down, conjures up their recent discussion about parents. Eleven told him to channel anger, so that’s a decent start…

Grrrrrr!

Steve jumps up, whirls about. A foam-flecked mouth snarls at him from the top of the bank. He’s faintly relieved to see the canine owner of this huge and scary mouth is on a leash. Unfortunately, the leash is held by a tall guy in khaki, a semi-automatic tucked at his side.

He shines a flashlight directly in Steve’s face. Steve meekly raises his hands. He’s too stunned for real fright.

“You shouldn’t be here,” says army guy. “Woah, you’re filthy! You got papers?”

“Huh?” Hopper hadn’t been kidding about the military dictatorship.

“Got a name, kid?”

He glances down at his Hellfire Club t-shirt, cringes back into the dazzling beam. “Eddie Munson?”

“Outta the ditch. Keep your hands where I can see them.”

Steve doesn’t instantly obey. He’s still trying to figure out if this is really happening, and why exactly he said he was Eddie. To protect him, right? Then Eddie can get clean out of the state. Oh, and because he’s so obsessed with Eddie that he can’t stop thinking about him.

A second later, the dog-handler is in the stream with him. He grabs Steve by the arm, and snaps into a lapel radio: “This is MWD-handler 7. Inform O’Sullivan that fugitive 1 is apprehended.”

…

Eddie POV

The forces dragging Eddie home to Hawkins are suddenly spooking-him-the-hell out. 

It’s not all about Steve anymore. He’s hearing water. Loud running water, which draws him toward what turns out to be a nonsensically pathetic-as-piss stream. He jumps in and follows, even as he starts to panic for real.

Steve said he was hearing water. Now I hear it too. What does this mean? Wtf does this BS mean!?!

He presses on anyhow, finding he simply can’t stop thinking about THAT KISS. He’s reliving it over-and-over. At least, the good parts, before Steve fainted on him. Did Eddie daydream the delicious twisty, flirty things that Steve did with his tongue? 

Then he’s thinking about Steve’s butt. 

You never gave THAT BUTT the squeeze it deserved. Holy shit, Munson, you’re such a loser. 

Most torturous of all, the idea that it might be all over between them… Crap, it makes him feel physically ill. How can the idea of losing somebody he never really had hurt so much?  Oh, and when the heck did he kick off his sneakers and start wading bare foot? He has absolutely zero memory of doing that. Still, the cold water doesn’t seem to bother him.

As darkness falls, he spots some familiar landmarks, and realises he’s only a mile or so out of Hawkins. Which is also totally cuckoo, because there’s no way he should’ve travelled back so fast. For the first time since he set off, he stops dead.

Reality check, Munson—pretty much everybody in this dump you call home believes you to be a freakshow-turned-serial-killer. And you’ve come storming back for some douchebag rich kid who dumped you.

There is, however, a single good side to his progress into Hell. He pulls out his walkie-talkie out of his pack, switches it on, and tunes into Dustin’s coded wavelength:

“Anybody there? This is a code-red. CODE RED!” Okay, being officially too ‘old’ for the Party, he’s not supposed to say that, but desperate times call for desperate—

“No way! Is that you? Over.” 

At Dustin’s reply, some dam deep inside Eddie bursts. His face crumples, and he shamelessly, softly weeps. “Yeah, it’s me, buddy. It’s me.”

“Roger that. What the hell are you doing? This place is overrun with wannabe Nazis.” The hairs on the back of Eddie’s neck stand suddenly on end, and not because of Dustin’s news. “It’s a warzone. You should be in the next state by now!”

Eddie drops the walkie-talkie and shoves his hands in the air. Some military-fascist-knucklehead is pointing an assault rifle at him, though he’s weirdly numbed to the horror of it all. He honestly hadn’t expected it to feel this inevitable.

“Roger that?” says the walkie-talkie.

Eddie grins, so manically goofy that his face aches. 

“Name or papers,” demands the son-of-a-bitch.

“Uuuuuh…” Okay, he’s blown this. Nobody with nothing to hide, blunders THAT answer. “Steve Harrington?”

He said that to protect Steve, right? If they think I’m him, they’ll… torture me instead. Oh shit. Oh Shiiiiiiit!

A big angry dude pummels into Eddie from the side, crushing him into the mud. 

Part 16

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(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

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[lolahauri]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Nothing But Trouble

Ship: Jeff The Killer/Nina The Killer

Type: F/M, Smut, AU, One Shot. (MDNI)

Contains: Married Couple AU, Business Man! Jeff, Height Difference, Size Kink, Edging, Overstim, Multiple Orgasms, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Dirty Talk, Praise & Degrading, Breeding, Blowjob, Finger Fucking, Vaginal Sex, Dacryphilia.

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Requested?: Yes.

A/N: Part 2 Part 3

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“Ughhh…” Nina groaned out of boredom as she laid on the couch, listening to the clock tick away. It was becoming painfully repetitive. But she’d finished her housework and errands hours ago, there was nothing left to do but wait for her husband to return home. And even though she already knew he wouldn’t be in the mood for her clinginess today, that wouldn’t stop her from pouncing on him the second he stepped past the front door. 

She was feeling especially needy today as well. It’d been nearly 4 weeks since they’d last been intimate in any form. For some that’d be normal, but for Nina, it was torturous. She was used to them being able to have sex at least once a day, followed by a night of cuddling and kisses. That was until Jeff got promoted at the office 6 months ago. Since then, the affection and love-making had slowly dwindled in frequency, until it became nonexistent as of now. And any attempt on Nina’s part to initiate resulted in him pushing her away and saying he’s too stressed, and needs to focus on the companies current project.

Nina had a plan though. The sexual frustration had been building up far too long for her liking, and her own fingers were no longer providing her the relief she craved so bad. So tonight, she was going to do whatever it takes to get her husbands attention.

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bzz bzz. 

Nina immediately perked up at the sound of her alarm. It was 4:50, Jeff should be home in about 10 minutes. That gave her just enough time to get her first little surprise ready. 

She quickly jumped off the couch and jogged down the hallway to their shared room. She felt the heat already beginning to spread through her stomach, from both excitement, and the thought of her fantasies she was hoping to come true tonight. While walking through the room to her vanity, she had already begun taking her long, wavy hair out of the signature high pony she’d usually kept it in. The shiny black waves cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and perfectly framed her face. 

“Hehe…” she giggled to herself a bit while picking up her striped makeup bag, pulling out some items she knew Jeff loved. Cherry vanilla perfume, black eyeshadow for a smoky eye, and a lip tint that suspiciously resembled human blood. Quickly she began the smokey eye with her right hand, and swiped on some lip tint on with her left. Butterflies started swarming her lower stomach, there was only about five minutes left before Jeff was due to pull in the driveway, and her mind was quickly filling with sexually charged images while she finished her makeup and spritzed the perfume on. 

Her favorite little fantasy she’d been dwelling on all day was the thought of him bending her over his desk, completely dominating her from behind. Longing to feel his big, strong arms wrap around her petite frame, brutally fucking his throbbing cock in and out of her. Nina squeezed her thighs together tightly, hoping to find some sort of relief from the aching arousal spreading through her already wet pussy. It was really starting to get unbearable, but there’s no time to get herself off now. It’s already 5:00pm, Jeff would be home any sec- 

She heard a car door slam outside. He was right on time. 

“Aw, shit, shit shit!” Nina got up as fast as she could, discarding her hoodie as she ran down the hall, revealing a spaghetti-strap black sundress underneath. It was flowy and loose at the bottom, but hugged her curves and cupped her tits perfectly at the top. Sundress season was Jeff’s favorite season. So this combined with the perfume and sexy makeup should surely stop him in his tracks.

The arousal and anxiety were infecting every inch of her body now. Each of his heavy footsteps down the walkway and across the porch sent a shock through her nervous system. Finally the doorknob started turning. She made a last minute adjustment to her dress and stood in front of the door, nervous laughter threatening to spill as it creaked opened. 

Jeff opened the door and went to make the first step inside, his towering frame and cold aura were already dominating the energy of the room. Man, he looked sexy too. She never got tired of the way his dress shirt clung to every muscle on his arms and torso, making him look much more buff than he actually was. She also loved that his pants were just a bit too tight in the crotch, leaving a slight bulge visible. God, how she wanted him to take her right then and there. But she had take it slow for now.

“Hiii, honeyyy~!” Nina drew out the end of her words, greeting him in her usually cheery voice, while simultaneously tackling him into a tight hug. “How was work, babe? I missed you sooo much!” She giggled and looked up at him, praying he would notice her appearance change and have some sort of reaction to it.

“It was fine. I need to go finish this PowerPoint, let me know when dinners ready.” Jeff sighed, his voice monotonous and husky, clearly uninterested. He glanced down at her briefly, before slowly removing himself from her grip and walking away, not acknowledging her outfit or makeup in the slightest. She watched him walk to his office, which rested just a couple feet away at the front of the hallway. A disappointed look covered her face for a split second, but she quickly brushed the troubles away and stuck to her plan.

“Okay… next idea then.” Nina whispered to herself as she walked to the kitchen. Tonight she was making baked spaghetti and meatballs with garlic toast, just like his mom used to make. Surely that would soften him up a bit. 

The meal was easy enough to make, and pretty quick. Which gave her more time to daydream as it cooked in the oven. Her fantasies had now shifted to the thought of blowing him under the desk. She could see it so clearly. Him sitting there, working on his laptop, trying to not get distracted by his cock-drunk wife licking and sucking every inch of him. She imagined how she’d wrap her small hand around it, stroking up and down at a torturously slow pace just to tease him. She imagined cupping his full, taunt balls in her hand. Playing with them just the way he liked while she swirled her tongue around his tip, which was already leaking precum at the sight of her lewd actions. She imagined - 

Ding!

Nina was quickly snapped out of her daydream as she heard the ovens timer go off. She sighed and took the dish out, setting it on the stove as she went to make a second costume change. Tiptoeing past Jeff’s office door, she pondered on what she’d wear. Until it hit her, she knew just the sexy little outfit she needed to grab his attention.

She was standing in front of the closet now, stripped completely naked as she searched for the garments she needed. “Ha! Perfect!” She whisper-yelled out loud, the excitement sparking in her yet again as the tossed the clothes on the bed, making sure it’d look nice put together. Finally she started putting on the outfit, trying to stay quiet as possible as she giggled to herself. 

The nerves were building up again, her heart was pounding while she plated Jeff’s dinner. At first they were nerves of fear, fear of being rejected. But the more she thought about the situation, the nerves turned to electric shocks of excitement. It felt like they were playing a game almost, she’d never experienced this sort of chase before. Usually men, Jeff included, were immune to her seductive ways, eagerly giving in the second she wanted sex. She was actually kind of enjoying this though, she felt like a predator animal hunting it’s prey. 

She took the plate and began walking to his office, gently knocking on the door “Honeyyy, dinners ready!” drawing out her words again and shouting in her usual hyper manner. 

“Come in.” Jeff yelled back, still maintaining the annoyed tone he’d been sporting for months. Nina walked though the door confidently, setting his plate down next to his laptop. 

“I made your favorite, baby~” She spoke in a flirty voice while leaning over his desk, accentuating her ample cleavage. 

“Thanks, hone-” He looked up and was cut off immediately, not by her though, but by himself becoming distracted. He eyed her for a second, taking in the outfit. She wore a low cut, cropped tank top and black booty shorts. The shirt being just showy enough that he could spot the edges of her red lacy bra underneath, it pushed her tits up perfectly. As he looked lower he discovered something even more eye-catching, thong strings matching the color of her bra were pulled above the waistband of her low-rise shorts. 

His gaze continued to travel further south, soaking in the sight of her pale, plump thighs being beautifully put on display. He couldn’t deny the fact that he desperately wanted her right now. He wanted to take her in every position she asked. He wanted to hear her cry out his name between moans and whimpers. He wanted fill her to the brim with his cum, and watch it pour out of her sweet, sweet pussy. He wanted her in every way.

But there was no time for that. He cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus back on his work. “Uhm, thanks...” he said as plainly as he could, not wanting to encourage her teasing, he had a project to finish after all. But even if he tried to hide it, Nina knew exactly what he was thinking. And she’d already come this far, there’s no way she give up now. She demanded his attention and she was going to get it no matter what. 

“Sooo, Jeffy, how's your project goin’?” She kept her playful, oblivious act going and she walk around the desk, sitting on the edge. The positioning of her lower-half did not go unnoticed by Jeff. He watched from the corner of his eye, her shorts tightening around her hips and ass as she sat down, followed by her legs crossing over one and other, showing them off even more. Fuck, this was getting hard to ignore… 

But yet, he did. He ignored the way the crotch of his pants also seemed to get tighter. He ignored the primal urge to fuck her senseless and breed her. He ignored the growing sexual frustration. “Hun, I’m busy. This is a big project, and i’m on a strict time crunch.” His voice was stern. He was trying his best to not lose both his focus, and composure.

“I know, i just wanted to check in with you, that’s all.” Nina’s voice was becoming sickeningly sweet, she knew exactly what she was doing, and he knew that too. 

Jeff huffed in annoyance, “Fine. It’s going fine, i’m halfway finished. Now please leave, i need to focus.”

“Aw, c’mon Jeffy, can’t we spend just a little time together?” She moved a bit closer, teasingly running her foot up and down his leg. 

“No, get out.” His voiced was raised a bit this time, shoving her foot off of him.

Bingo. She knows she’s getting to him now, it’s finally time to drop the innocent act. “Pleasee~” she whined, “i know you want it too, baby.” 

“Nina, stop. Get. Out.” oh, he’s pissed.

“Mm-mm” She shook her head and continued testing his patience as far as she could, slowly spreading her legs open, serving as a clear invitation. 

“Listen to me, Nina -”

Her voice dropped lower, letting a more combative, dominating tone take over “Why don’t you make me listen, hm? Show me who’s boss, Jeff.” saying his name with a hiss, she let a bratty smile take over her face, maintaining eye contact with him.

“You know what, fuck it.” he thought to himself.

Jeff swiftly shoved her down to her knees as he stood up, his strong build completely towering over her now. His voice was low and husky “Open your mouth.” 

This is exactly what Nina wanted, but being a pain in the ass is just too fun, she wanted to really get him going. The more angry he is, the rougher the sex. “Nope.”

“Open your fucking mouth, Nina. I’m not telling you again.” He’d already unbuckled his belt, she watched intently as he pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free. 

“Holy shit” her jaw dropped, almost hypnotized by the sight. Suddenly aware of her own body now, she felt the aching pressure of arousal spread over her again. Her pussy was wet and throbbing, clenching around nothing. 

Without warning, Jeff shoved his cock through her parted lips, his tip hitting the back of her throat, which gagged her and forced her face to be pressed right against his pelvis. He let out a relieved groan, it’d been so long since he felt this. He gave Nina a moment to adjust before beginning to slide in and out, fucking her throat with a level of desperation he’d never felt before. One of his large hands was holding the back of her head, forcing her to take it all in. 

Picking up speed, he closed his eyes and let the pleasure fully take over him, fucking her mouth with perfect rhythm. He was hyperaware of every little sensation, melting into the feeling of her soft tongue sliding up and down his entire length, coating it in her saliva. 

Nina was trying hard not to gag. She started distracting herself by sliding a hand down the front of her shorts, teasing her clit through the thin fabric of her panties while Jeff’s cock was fully down her throat. She squeezed her thighs together, quickly becoming overwhelmed. Moving her panties to the side, she swiped two fingers over her aching clit and moaned immediately, sending a light vibration over his cock, pushing him closer to the edge, and causing a moan to come from his own mouth. 

It created a perfect cycle. Nina would continue toying with her pussy, moaning from both the heavenly pleasure, and her husbands noises. Leading Jeff to feel the vibrations against his shaft, and continue the pattern. 

She was quickly reaching her breaking point though, feeling an intense pressure build up in her stomach as her movements became shaky and irregular. “Mmph!” letting out a loud, gargled moan as she continued to choke on Jeff’s length, Nina felt the erupting pleasure of an orgasm spread through her, soaking her fingers in her own juices as she began to tremble from the overstimulation.

Jeff instantly took notice of this, looking down through half-lidded eyes, he shamelessly admired the pornographic sight being showcased just for him. He thrusted a few more times, watching closely as his cock slid with ease through his wife’s soft, plump lips. They’d only just begun, and she was already looking dazed and fucked-out, this’ll be fun. He let out a final sigh and removed himself completely, seeing a string of spit connect his tip to Nina’s mouth. She was nearly drooling at this point.

“Get up, you don’t think were done yet, do you?” His voice took a mocking tone and he reached down and lifted her off her knees and onto the desk, pushing everything to the side. “We’re just getting started sweetheart.”

Before Nina could even get a word in, he started stripping her, lower-half first, then her shirt and bra, leaving her completely vulnerable and on display for him. She shivered when she felt the cool air hit her soaking wet pussy. “Mm.. Jeff…” She whined, embarrassed about how long he was staring. 

“Don’t worry babe, i’ll give you what you want, kay? She nodded, giving him the go ahead to slip two fingers into her. Her breathe immediately hitched upon the sudden entry. He slowly began sliding the two digits in and out, watching her reactions the entire time. “How’s that feel, huh? This good enough for you, or do you want more?”

She looked up at him, wanting to tell him to speed up, but all that came out were pathetic whimpers and whines. “Use your words, doll.” his tone was dripping with sarcasm as he continued the painfully slow pace, occasionally swiping his thumb across her abused clit just to see her flinch and whine.

“Please- ah fuck,” her legs trembled at the sensation of his thumb again “please, go... go faster.” 

“Only because you asked nicely.” Nina wanted to argue back, but she quickly lost her train of thought when he began to pick up speed. His fingers were long, much longer than hers at least, filling and stretching her out in a way she couldn’t do for herself. Her head was almost spinning now, only get worse when Jeff curved his fingers upwards, finding that spongy spot on the top of her pussy and starting to abuse it relentlessly. Moans flowed past her lips like water, any attempt at speaking turned to gibberish as she became completely enveloped in pleasure, slowly being built towards her climax yet again.

“God, you’re such a little slut, i haven’t even put my cock in you and you’re already fucked out of your mind.” That was the last straw for her, hearing his words brought her to her second orgasm of the night, coating his fingers in clear fluid. Jeff didn’t stop though, he added a third digit to her tight hole, keeping pace while circling her clit. The overstimulation built up fast, sending electricity through her body as she squirmed and whimpered.

“Hah- holy fuck,” her body was shaking violently, she honestly didn’t want to stop, but it was getting overwhelming to a painful degree, “Mmm, Jeff! Ah- stop,  ‘s too much.”

He chuckled a bit and slowed down to a stop, watching as she attempted to calm down from the high and catch her breathe. After a few moments, she managed to regain awareness and ground herself back into her body. That didn’t last long though, for as soon as she opened her eyes, Nina was greeted by the sight of Jeff stroking his cock, looking right into her eyes as he did it.

Her eyes widened, glancing back and forth between his face and his manhood. She once again felt the painful throbbing on her clit, her body was exhausted, but her mind was racing with more dirty thoughts. How is it even possible for her to still be so horny? Nina’s thoughts were cut off by Jeff’s gruff voice. 

“Like what you see, doll?” continuing to stroke his cock slowly, throwing his head back a bit and groaning out loud. He was clearly enjoying himself. “Don’t be shy, tell me what you want.” He stated, now making eye contact again.

That only embarrassed her more, though. She looked away from his piercing gaze, a pink hue dusting her cheeks as she felt her face grow hot. He wasn’t going to let her shy away though, she was bold enough to interrupt him in the first place, she can be bold enough to tell him what she needs.

“Hey, look at me.” Jeff grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks harshly as he forcefully lifted her head. He moved a bit closer, grazing the tip of his cock against her core. Both of them let out a pleased exhale as he continued to slide his length between her folds, bumping against her clit after every forward motion. “Tell. Me. What. You. Want.” He demanded between thrusts. 

Nina could barely keep her eyes open though, let alone form a coherent sentence. Her moans turned into high-pitched little whimpers, she was so needy for him it was pitiful. The way he slid his long cock between her lips was euphoric, but she needed more. She needed to be filled and fucked. She needed to be stuffed with his cum to the point it ran down her legs.

“Mmfph.. Please, Jeff.” she was moaning and crying after every syllable, grabbing onto his strong forearms as a way to stabilize herself. “God, please please please just fuck me, i need it so bad pleaseee.” He never got tired of hearing her cute cries and begs.

“Alright, i guess you earned it.” he smirked before quickly flipping her onto her stomach, face pressed against the desk. He stroked himself a few more times, loving the way her heart-shaped ass was being presented, before pushing himself into her tight hole. He’d barely gotten the first inch in and Nina was already a mess. All she could think about right now is how good it felt to have him stretching her out again. 

She nearly screamed out as Jeff suddenly snapped his hips forward, fully bottoming out inside her. They were both breathing heavily now, easily being worked up to their climax. He was determined to keep going though, he was practically edging himself already as he began to pound into her fast and rough, leaning forward just a bit to grab a fistful of her hair, pulling on it roughly. 

Nina was dizzy with lust, completely drunk on sex, and the way he was pulling her hair and slapping her ass wasn’t helping. She felt an especially forceful slap on her butt, soon followed by him grabbing it, kneading the flesh of her soft ass cheek. Her moans escalated in volume the longer this went on. He was hitting that sweet spot with every thrust in now, making her weak in the knees. Every fuck, grab, and hair pull brought her closer and closer to the edge, threatening to give her her third orgasm of the night. 

“You’re takin’ my cock so well, baby.” Jeff was huffing between words, so worked up, but not willing to break the rhythm he’d set. The room was being filled to the brim with lewd sounds now. Every second was occupied by Nina’s moans, Jeff’s grunting, and the sound his pelvis aggressively slapping against her ass. If heaven existed, this was it for them. 

Jeff moved his hand from Nina’s hair, slipping it underneath her body and finding her clit. She immediately cried out from the sensation, he was showing no mercy to her. “Come on, babe. Cum on this fucking cock.” he whispered to her while his two digits rubbed back and forth across her sensitive bud. 

Tears were spilling from her eyes as she came undone, screaming his name along with some other obscenities. The way her pussy was squeezing and clenching on his cock had Jeff building up to his own high. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and off beat. “Ah fuck, you want me to cum in you? Want me to fill you up good, put a baby in you?” 

Nina swiftly nodded, tears still running down her cheeks, smudging the makeup around her eyes. “Yes! Yes, please!” 

“Oh fuck-” He hips stuttered as he finally reached his peak, shooting his hot load deep inside her, painting her walls white with his cum. They were both gasping for breathe as he pounded into her a couple more time, making sure to stuff every inch of her. 

“Shit…” Jeff hissed, the cold air hitting his cock as he pulled out. Nina was still huffing and panting, she now felt their mixed liquids running down her leg, making a beautiful mess. He was enjoying the view of it all too, secretly hoping the sperm would take, and get her pregnant with his baby.  

After a few minutes of resting he picked her up, carrying her to the bathroom to clean up. Jeff ran a bath for her as Nina cleaned herself off with a warm towel. He turned to her, finally speaking up. “So, uhm, are you alright? I wasn't too rough was i?”

“Mm-mm.” She shook her head smiled up at him. "I love it when you're rough."

“Look, uhm… i’m sorry i’ve been so absent lately. I’ve just been stressed with work, it has nothing to do with you, you know that right?” Jeff looked nervous, i mean he wouldn’t blame her if she was mad, he would be too. He hoped that it wasn’t took late to fix things.

Nina put her hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile. “I know, Jeffy, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not, i should be giving you more attention when i’m home.” He put his hand over hers and smiled back, “i’ll tell you what, i’m gonna call in sick tomorrow. Then we can spend all day doing whatever you want, how’s that sound?”

She gasped excitedly, jumping into his arms and squealing with happiness. “Really?! You’d do that for me?!” 

He laughed and embraced her, bringing her into a bear hug, “I’d do anything for you.”

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (9/6/2024) Episode: Mr. and Mrs.

Following their reception Luigi brought the Missus to a lounge on Mua Pel’am Island for a nightcap to start their intimate afterparty.

“Yeah, Dad’s feast was tasty, but did you see their faces when we started the dance? Worth all the practice to be sure, I mean I loved practicing too…”

Fortunately for the rapidly backtracking groom, a fan approached “Cyber Lu”, interrupting their conversation by begging for an autograph. While the self-centered star happily provided a personalized headshot for the excited young lady, Noemi sipped her drink with a self-satisfied smile.

He got so adorably thrilled by the attention, and his fans never bothered her. Well worth sending out a quick anonymous Luigi sighting via text. 

When the hubbub died down and their drinks were gone, Luigi grabbed Noemi’s hand, pulling her up to face him “So, Mrs. Lawbourne, are you ready for me to show you the real reason I brought you all the way out here?”

Judging by the look on his face Noemi decided she had a really good feeling about whatever he had up his sleeve “Oh, this sounds interesting” she replied, matching his excited grin with one of her own “lead on, Mr. Lawbourne”

So late at night, they met no other sims on the winding sandy path leading up to a large misty waterfall.

“Papa used to love bringing me here when I was a kid,” Luigi said over the soft roar of the falls. “He’d pack a lunch and we’d spend hours eating and splashing around. However, apparently, there’s a little crystal cave tucked away back there that’s famous as a venue for more “adult” rendezvous…”

At the suggestive waggle of his eyebrows she teased: “Are you sure we’re not being observed? We were just accosted by one of your fangirls.”

Luigi made a big show of looking over his shoulder and then carefully checking behind nearby rocks and bushes before tiptoeing back over to her and whispering: “It’s all good, I think we’re alone now” before pulling his squealing bride into the intimate gloom behind the curtain of falling water.

“Well worth it’s reputation!” Noemi said when they emerged sometime later “Reminded me of the best parts of that grotto where you proposed.”

“I’m glad you liked it” he replied “Now, as much as I’d love to stay and explore, I think we’d better get home and finish getting ready for our trip. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“If we must… but first, get over here” she teased “I think I forgot a little something I wanted to do in there when you distracted me.”

Back home, the couple temporarily split up. While Noemi did some last-minute honeymoon packing, Luigi uploaded the video footage from the wedding onto his fancy new video editing station and started some quick revisions.

He quickly found the large, specialized workstation much easier to use than his laptop. As he put the finishing touches on a quick promotional clip, he made a mental note to see what upgrades he could make to their everyday computer setups when they got back from their trip.

He’d maxed his programming skill ages ago and could overclock any PC easily. In addition, a full size, ergonomically correct, desktop system would help keep his carpel tunnel at bay. They were developing his videogame on a laptop and a tablet for crying out loud! “It’s settled… when I get back, we’re getting new computers - no excuses!” he declared to the empty studio before finishing up and heading off in search of his wife.

Luigi found Noemi in the bedroom, waiting for him once again, in an outfit he hadn’t seen her wear since before she got pregnant.

“I hope you haven’t hurt yourself again” she said, “because that would be very inconvenient.” Her crop leapt up to press his lips together before he could respond, leaving him to shake his head silently.

“Good boy. Now, to have a nice night, you’ll want to go put on the little present I left on your bedside table, and keep that pretty mouth closed until I tell you what to do with it. Understood?” Luigi nodded again, eager to see what his mistress had in mind to cap off their wedding night in style.

After “round two” the pair finally drifted off to catch a couple hours shut eye before catching the teleport to their honeymoon destination.

As he snuggled his wife close Luigi dreamed of their upcoming adventure. They’d talked about how much fun it would be to visit the park when they’d been “just friends” back in college and now they’d finally be doing it as husband and wife. He couldn’t wait to get started.

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[raccoonfallsharder]

the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. part two. pennsylvania. ohio. indiana.

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angst, comfort, friendship, & fluff for @hibatasblog rocket & wanda | part 2/6 | word count: 806.

rocket appreciates the turnpikes. the heroes discuss music, memories, and state-of-the-art tech.

During a watch party for Avengers: Endgame on Twitter, Markus revealed the idea to team Wanda with the Guardian of the Galaxy captain actually made it into several versions of the film's script. "We had whole drafts with Wanda on a road trip with Rocket," Markus wrote, "but after the Vision plot in Infinity War, nothing we came up with was anything but wheel spinning for her character." CBR

“What’s this place?”

Wanda glances over at Rocket from behind the steering wheel. He looks like a child: sitting on three hardbound textbooks the Hulk had dug out of somewhere, legs swinging casually over the edge of the chair. He’d spent the first two hours fussing with his seatbelt, muttering about how Terran transport vehicles are deathtraps before either satisfying or resigning himself. 

The car is currently gliding through a twisting crevasse, cut deep into old mountains. Outside, the spring thaw is melting snow into little waterfalls that cascade off the manufactured cliffsides, carefully funneled away from the road. A sign warning of rockslides floats past. The trees are budding and there are little pink and yellow sprays of wildflowers peeking through the patches of grass.

“The Pennsylvania Turnpike?” Wanda offers uncertainly. 

“Huh.” The Captain of the Guardians of the Galaxy — down from six but up to three — swings his feet again. She can see his face reflected in the passenger window. His ruby-flecked, bourbon-brown eyes glow, wide and thoughtful. “It’s kinda pretty.”

Wanda blinks at the road ahead.

“You like music?” Rocket asks, feet still swinging.

She cants another sideways glance down in his direction. “I do.”

“What kind?”

She lets out a huff of air — almost a laugh. It feels strange. It’s been a while. About five years, actually. “Sokovian rock,” she tells him archly. “Some metal.” She raises a brow at him. “You know Sokovian music?”

Of course, she already knows the answer. 

Still, he’s looking at her with nothing but open intrigue. “No,” he says frankly, and his eyes are hungry. “You got some?”

It’s not quite the response she’d expected. She tries to remember the last time anyone other than Vis had asked about — home. Had wanted to share her memories, know her life.Had wanted to hear the music she’d grown up with, and listen to it together. 

Only Pietro, she thinks.

“No,” she says quietly. “I haven’t got anything.”

Rocket’s not sure how this planet goes from lush mountain forest into the flat nothingness of the Ohio Turnpike, but it does. As far as he’s concerned, this only confirms that every good thing on Terra has to be followed by a bad one. 

And also, what the fuck is a turnpike? It doesn’t register in his damn translator. 

Still, Cleveland’s not terrible when they stop for food — there’s some little cafe where they can eat outside, though Rocket’s surprised the witch doesn’t want to go in; it’s still kinda cold out for a baldbody, afterall. But it’s a good break in the monotony — especially before they start driving through an even more boring region that Wanda tells him is Indiana. 

Thank fuck he’s got something to tinker with now, though.

He’d chewed on her response to his question about Sokovian music for a while. It had sounded like a sentiment that had lived in his own head for years — I ain’t got nothin’ — and he hadn’t even realized the sound of it had faded until he’d stood at the edge of a dead star and pretended to be some kind of captain.

I could lose a lot. Me, personally — I could lose a lot. 

Then he’d asked Wanda if she’d had a zune.

The witch had blinked. “I — no. Nobody has zunes anymore.”

He’d scoffed. “I do.” He’d pulled Pete’s zune from his pocket and wagged it at her. “State-of-the-art music-portation and listening device,” he’d taunted, and something in the corner of her mouth had flickered.

“Most people use their smartphones nowadays,” she’d said — and her voice had been sort of mild instead of flat, which he’d counted as a win. “They’re a little newer,” she’d added apologetically. “Better tech.”

He’d dipped his head and stared at the zune. For some reason, the words had felt like a bruise in his heart, and he’d scrubbed his knuckles against his metal breastbone. “Better, how?”

She’d glanced at him again and shrugged one shoulder. “Faster. Sleeker. They hold more data, and they can access the Internet. Make calls, send texts. All sorts of things.” She’d shrugged again.

He’d dug his knuckles in hard  to his sternum, trying to relieve — or maybe counterbalance — some of the pressure there, and he’d stared down at the zune. “This was Pete’s.” The words had come out before he’d been able to drag them back. He’d never intended to say them in the first place.

The witch hadn’t said anything, and he’d slid his tongue over the front of his teeth, then had cast a sideways look up at her, trying to keep his face nonchalant.

“Those smartphones ain’t got more than three hundred songs on ‘em though, right?”

Her eyes had flicked to him, then back to the road. “Oh, absolutely not,” she’d said, so confidently that he’d immediately felt smug. “Fewer, I think.”

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[yujo-nishimura]

The Escape - Part 19

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You sleep through the celebration, the fight with the marines has taken all your energy and you don't even wake up when the Buggy pirates start singing sea shanties on deck or some of them fall drunken overboard and need to be rescued. In the morning you feel groggy from sleeping so much, but also less restless than yesterday night - your body very likely needed that rest. You use the bathroom for almost an hour and decide to wear your usual clothes as you get ready for the day - the dress could have been perfect for the celebration last night but you again missed your chance to wear it. 

As you gaze out of the window, the daylight spills into your room, but you cannot tell the precise hour of the day. Days and nights blend together in a hazy amalgamation of fragmented memories. Time aboard the pirate ship becomes a slippery, elusive entity, like a blurry, slimy glue that binds your experiences together. When did you fight the marines? When did you get back into your room? When did you get intimate with Buggy? You blush when you remember his face from being so aroused by you and your body. Despite him being so rough with you, you feel a genuine happiness, knowing that he probably just needed a bit more practice to become a better lover.

As you step onto the deck, your gaze is immediately drawn to the horizon, where a colossal structure looms in the distance. It appears to be an island, but its sheer size resembles an awe-inspiring mountain.

You find a pirate next to the main mast and ask him where the Buggy pirates ship is heading next. He points at the island and grins: "The Grand Line. Can you see? This is Reverse Mountain!" the pirate exclaims, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. You turn your gaze once more towards the towering landmass on the horizon, and now you notice a breathtaking phenomenon. There, upon the immense mountain, a waterfall defies the laws of gravity, flowing upwards towards its peak.

The Buggy pirates and you approached the daunting Reverse Mountain by evening, you stayed on deck all day, excited and scared of knowing that you all would soon enter the infamous Grand line. Wondering if Luffy was already there you hear the navigator and Captain Buggy shout commands to the crew as you get nearer the dangerous looking currents.

With the ship's hull creaking under the strain of the treacherous currents, the crew skillfully maneuvers through the raging whirlpools and surging waves. The towering cliffs of Reverse Mountain loom ominously above them, casting deep shadows across the deck. The air crackles with a mix of anticipation and apprehension as the pirates press forward, their resolve unyielding. You hold on to the rope of the main mast, ready to take orders from your navigator and from the captain. 

Finally, with a surge of momentum, the ship finds itself at the precipice of the mountain, poised to descend into the realm of the Grand Line. The crew watches in awe as the massive gates of Reverse Mountain open, revealing a tumultuous vortex that leads directly into the legendary waters ahead. You find yourself screaming in excitement and you even start to laugh as the ship takes a speedy track down the mountain. 

The once familiar world behind you fades away, replaced by the mysterious and unpredictable expanse of the Grand Line. The crew and you all now cheering in unity that you made it safe and sound down the mountain. You turn your gaze towards your captain, and a swell of pride fills your heart. His smile radiates with a deep sense of satisfaction, acknowledging the loyalty and dedication you have shown by following him into this unknown territory. In the euphoria of the moment, an overwhelming desire arises within you—to rush over, embrace him tightly, and express your affection with a kiss. However, you can see how he is still giving commands to the crew, not being fully out of the dangerous territory yet. 

Deep within, you maintain an unshakable conviction—just as unwavering as Luffy's belief in finding the One Piece and becoming the king of the pirates. Yet, in this fleeting instant, a bittersweet longing surfaces, and you find yourself wishing that Buggy, your captain, could ascend to the top of pirate glory, with you at his side as his trusted queen…

The next weeks on the Grand Line go by slowly, interrupted by some mear fights with sea kings, but rarely any marines make it into these waters unless they have a special mission or order to do so. Captain Buggy, well prepared for this journey had acquired a log pose already in Loguetown and had handed it to his navigator. You were slowly approaching your first island, Little Garden and you were eager to get land under your feet again. Captain Buggy himself had ignored you the past days, not in an unkind manner - he has stopped talking about pursuing Luffy in front of you and he also still smiles at you or greets you good morning. Besides that interaction between you two has become limited, not only because Buggy is so busy getting his crew safely through the Grand Line, but also because you can feel his tension when you are near him. His body stiffens, his eyes seem to wander around to avoid your gaze. He tries to take control over his emotions again. And you are suffering, longing for him and his touch. 

At nights you lay awake in your little chamber, thinking back of his aroused face over you when he was deep inside of you, you start to whimper and mewl as you touch yourself, you feel so deprived and empty and you wish you could just go over to his cabin and beg him on your knees to make you his again. In the daytime you try to focus on tasks at hand, occupying yourself with anything else than the thoughts of him. When you have the watch on the crows nest you catch yourself sometimes trying to peek into his captain's cabin. After three days of feeling like the longing for him is completely consuming you, you decide to take advantage of him as soon as you reach the island. Maybe you could find a place where you both would be alone together, without the curious eyes of the crew Buggy would maybe again be able to show you his admiration and not caring about keeping up the captain facade. As Little Garden is in eyesight, Buggy orders his crew to gather around and divided them into the land team and the ship team. To your surprise he orders you into the land team, but himself staying on board, protecting the ship. After his announcement his men disperse but you stay for a bit longer, looking at your captain in disbelief. 

“May I have a word?”, you approach him as he is on his way back to the Captain's cabin. His body tenses again you can see that he is avoiding your gaze. “Sure..!”, he opens the door to his cabin, a gesture to invite you in. 

[arxiel]

CRIMSOM THUNDER

Rolan x F!Tav

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Sleepless hours passed and the sound of the fire didn't help to organise his mixed feelings: sadness... anger...

hatred? 

love? 

All those mixed thoughts were driving him to the edge of madness, he had to think about it calmly, but everything would gather together and it would overwhelm him completely. 

Rolan carefully got up to look for Yvainne who was lying looking at the empty sky of darkness with a bottle of wine next to her in the centre of their camp. 

The smell of cedar, flowers and blueberries was all around her, bringing back memories of that night at the waterfall. Making his feelings even more complicated.  

"Are you okay?" she asked before getting up. The spell had faded immediately.  "I'm perfectly fine." Rolan replied, trying to look into her eyes. 

"You look overwhelmed..." She would say with a concerned tone. "Just overwhelmed? It must have been a big surprise with everything I've been through so far." Rolan's sarcastic tone caused her to be startled. 

Realizing he'd shake his head, it was more complicated than he'd thought. 

"I'm sorry, I just... don't want to be alone. And seeing as you've saved me..." He sighed his words looking at the ground. 

"'Well, you see... I think you deserve to know this... Lia and Cal are brother and sister, but I don't share blood with them. 

And before you say anything else, no, I don't remember anything about my real family, I stopped wondering about that until I met my real family.... 

I've spent years alone, searching for food trying to survive until that day someone showed compassion for me... 

Since then, along with Lia and Cal, I haven't been alone anymore, our mother gave everything to make sure that we never lacked anything and that we lived happily...  

We three of us were inseparable, even in Elturel. That damned day I received the letter of acceptance from Lorroakan and then disaster struck. 

That complicated me even more, as you can imagine I spent years taking care of them, working and studying everything for them, because I promised her to look after them and I didn't make it...  

They rushed to the cultists to let me protect the children and run away.....  

I blame myself completely for being the first to fight to make others run away and they both followed my lead....  

That's why I wanted to go to Moonrise alone, because everything was my fault and they are my responsibility, because I'd give my life and soul to save them". 

Rolan interrupted himself as he looked at Yvainne whose eyes had glazed over. He needed to let out his sorrows, his chest felt less heavy as he told her.  

"I'm sorry, I'm tired of this, of everything..." Rolan looked down with shame, she slowly approached him to give him an unquestioning embrace, he hadn't expected such approach. 

It had crossed his mind to immediately push her away and leave, but his own impulse decided to return the same embrace. 

"You're too hard on yourself... Please enough." A worried, monotonous tone could be heard from her lips.   

"Forgive me, of course, someone like you wouldn't know...." Rolan closed his eyes to take a deep breath and sink his gaze close to Yvainne in her embrace.  

"I know well how it is... I lost my family and I grew up under the rule of the one who condemned them for many years until fleeing with the hunters... Of course I know how you feel..." Rolan opened his eyes at her answer, but did not pull out of her arms. 

"I should stop opening my mouth..." He would be embarrassed by his own words, Yvainne wordlessly prolonged to hug until he felt that his heart would be completely calm. 

Although they both felt that moment eternal, it was absolutely intimate, those moments of silence in their embrace. The tiefling's tail would begin to encircle her, but without touching her. 

"I will save them... I promise." A terrible sleep came upon the tiefling, before he realized that she would have used the sleeping spell on him. Yvainne tried to keep him on his feet to make him lie down on her mat to sleep near the fire. 

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Slight daylight and conversations in the middle of the camp would awaken Rolan, disconcerted. 

"Yvainne you little..." Rolan rise up slightly annoyed, she used a sleeping spell on him without his consent and worse, avoiding any further commentary on their time together. 

"Wow, I didn't think it would take that long to work, or you were really exhausted." Shadowheart's snooty voice captured his attention, Rolan's eyebrow arched in confusion. 

"Oh, I think she's overdone it..." Shadowheart examined his eyes closely, Rolan moved to stand up. 

"You knew she would put me to sleep," Rolan snapped, forcing his gaze up. 

"It was everyone's decision to be honest, to prevent you going back to moonrise," Rolan stared at her even more confused than before, it hadn't crossed his mind to try it again. 

"And we'll escort you back to the inn." Gale walked over to give Rolan some coffee, which he automatically refused. 

In a short time, Scratch and the owlbear cub arrived running around the camp in a playful mood. The dog had seen him during the tiefling party in the grove, but the owlbear would be new to him, it seems that she really likes to shelter those in need. 

"Where's she?" They would both avoid his question and set about packing up camp. 

"Chk, you know it's useless not telling him anything, I'm not going to play your games," Lae'zel would approach with a scowl. 

"She's in moonrise... she decided to go to rescue the prisoners. She has left with Astarion, Wyll and Karlach" Gale sighed in anguish. 

The tiefling's heart would shrink at hearing the truth, but it was clear that if her companions would escort him to the inn, it would be to prevent him from going out on another adventure into the shadows. 

At least having the blade of the frontiers and the infernal champion would ensure her safety, although with Astarion he would still have that insecure vibe. 

"Impressive, we expected a different reaction, you're not such an empty-head after all." Lae'zel would cross her arms before heading off to gather her belongings. 

"I know when I'm outmatched" replied Rolan, folding his arms.

Eventually the members of the camp would make their way to the inn to set up camp just outside of the inn, and once the camp was set up Rolan made his way to the inn with uncertainty, Gale accompanying him. 

"I don't think they'll be too happy to see me," flashed through his mind. He had been horrible with the survivors after that fateful day, it would be normal for the tieflings to treat him the same way for acting like a jerk. 

"Many things on your mind?" The tiefling would snap out of it at the sound of the human's voice. 

"Let's say that Yvainne wasn't the only one I hurt with my words." Rolan sighed in regret for what he had done in his drunkenness. 

"I don't justify your attitude, but with all this, I think anyone would lose their mind, but the good thing is you recovered your way." Rolan inhaled lightly to lose the fear of putting a step to enter the inn. 

"Rolan!" A familiar voice pulled him out of his frightless thoughts, it was Alfira, she had a relieved expression in her eyes. 

"You're alive! The only thing we knew was that Yvainne was going to look for you," Rolan looked at the situation stunned, unsure of what to say. 

"Rolan spent a few days in our camp to plan how to infiltrate Moonrise, and right now she went to rescue the prisoners." Gale stepped in, avoiding the part that would embarrass Rolan, he nodded in gratitude. 

"Thank goodness, you both must be hungry, we can wait in the bar if you'd like..." Rolan and Gale nodded silently to move on to the inn, with Alfira explaining what Gale had said it would make Rolan's presence less awkward. 

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After successfully gaining access to the gates of the moonrise towers and meeting the famous Ketheric Thorm, who would be giving the death sentence to Minthara, the Drow who was leading the assault into the grove. She would be taken to where the prisoners' cells would be. 

With the sentences finished and dealt with the Goblins who pleaded for their freedom, the group headed for the dungeons. 

Yvainne stealthily entered the room where they would be torturing Minthara to change her, she would feel her agony with the tadpole . Parts of her memories would be seen by her, she realized the manipulation behind the cult, and they were breaking her mind to turn her into a puppet of the Absolute. 

She gave the signal to Astarion to perform together a stealth kill to save the drow. 

"Have you lost your mind?! She tried to kill us." Karlach covered Astarion's mouth to avoid making more noise. 

"I agree with Astarion, why would you want to do that?" Wyll tried to persuade Yvainne to stop her from doing something even more stupid. 

"She'll be good for us as an ally, I saw her memories, she's furious, she's been manipulated - Now let's make quick work of this so that no guard will be alerted, look for the others, now." Yvainne silenced the group with her firm decision. Astarion sighed, he couldn't deny her anything anymore, after all she  treated the vampire humanely by not letting him bite the Drow alchemist who yearned to be bitten by him.

It owed her more than anything, it made him grow a genuine affection that would not easily be lost.

"On command my dear." Astarion and Yvainne drew their daggers at the same time to sneak closer to the two torturers. 

When they got close enough, she gave the signal and both would pass the daggers through the neck for a quick exsanguination. 

Both fell leaving free a confused Minthara. She immediately kicked both corpses with extreme fury before turning to Astarion and Yvainne. 

"I thought it was the real end of me, those bastards betrayed me... I joined the absolute, obeying the voice of its deity. I thought I had found a home... a purpose... but I owe you my life and my eternal gratitude..." Minthara's broken voice made her true feelings clear, the artifact she would bring with her allowed to connect with her to connect their minds and show all that had happened, all the truth that she would accept without question, she had no choice. 

Astarion brought his lips close to Yvainne's ear to whisper to her. 

"I understand your good will, but if we're going to rescue those useless tieflings, I doubt they'll be happy to see who you're taking... " She nodded and reached into her bag for an invisibility potion; her duty here wasn't over, but she couldn't leave Minthara alone while she accompanied the tieflings. Yvainne passed her a map with the location of the camp, hoping that her companions would not harm her and take her in.  

Minthara drink from the potion to head in haste before the guards noticed the escape of an even more dangerous fugitive. 

Yvainne's team would gather once more to make their way through the cells. Until in the distance she spotted a couple of familiar faces, Cal and Lia. 

She breathed a sigh of relief to see them alive, but in a terrible state. She returned her gaze to her companions to give them a clear instruction to distract the guards so she could converse with them and investigate if there was any way to open the cells. 

With the guards distracted she walked slowly towards them, hoping that they would be glad to see a familiar face with them. 

Their faces looked haggard from lack of sleep, their skins were bruised and scratched. They seemed distracted trying to listen to what was going on in continuous cells until they noticed Yvainne's presence. They didn't seem at all glad to see her, and their eyes showed the same displeasure that Rolan showed before. 

Lia approached aggressively and Cal stopped her grabbing her arm. 

"Let me guess... - ‘Absolute is the only way.’ Don't bother." Lia spat in disgust. "Why don't you and Zevlor take a long walk off a short cliff?" her heart skipped a beat at the despicable words towards that leader. From the inn the refugees turned to him in pain, she would not blame them, they felt betrayed. 

"Listen to me, Rolan is alive. He's in Last light inn..." Yvainne mentioned them in a low voice to avoid attracting attention, the exhausted eyes of both would gleam with hope. 

"He made it? He's all right?" Lia's voice started to crack, Cal let out a long sigh of relief. 

"Told you. He's too stubborn to die." Cal hugged his sister tightly. 

"If you're not at the Absolute's beck and call, why are you here?" Lia turned to see her with a worried look on her face. 

"I thought it was obvious, I came to keep my promise, do you know something else...?" Lia smiled at Yvainne's determination. 

"Gnomes next door are up to something. They've been whispering like mad." Cal turned his gaze to the continuous cells as an indication. 

"Let's make it quick before the necromancer returns, please, there's only four of us left." Cal would take Yvainne's hand and she grabbed his hand to calm him with her determined gaze. 

"Tell it to the other tieflings, I won't leave them here, we're all leaving here even if it costs my life." She continued towards the cell leaving both brothers to get ready. 

Astarion, Karlach and Wyll approach Yvainne with news from the surrounding area. 

"Well, what do you have for me?'" Yvainne's words showed caution in case anyone overheard them. 

"I spoke to the gnomes, their leader Wulbren have an escape plan, there's a boat behind the wall, it looks like it was one of the old escape tunnels and they're willing to help the tieflings escape, but we need his hammer." Wyll mentioned pointing towards the door of the Warden's office of the prison. 

"Well, the bad news is that they are a lot of guards and they seem to be devoted paladins, it's going to be terrible if a fight breaks out here." Karlach mentioned with a thoughtful tone. 

"The levers for the cells are in the office, the good thing is that I got his hammer back." Astarion pulled out Wulbren's hammer. 

"That... was fast... what did you do?" Astarion just smiled mischievously at Yvainne's question. 

The Warden immediately stormed out of the office in a fury. It was to be expected that the fidgety Astarion stole the prisoners' belongings to make a small fortune, although in the team this was how they got gold, but in this case it was riskier, she quickly passed the hammer to Wyll to make Wulbren's plan go into action. 

In any case, thanks to their pale friend, they will have to get rid of them in the hardest way. 

She pulled out of her pocket her precious hairpin gifted to her by that tiefling who was in her thoughts at the time, she tied her hair into a ponytail. Astarion and Karlach looked at her hairstyle, impressed by her face. 

"Gods you are beautiful." Yvainne choked on her own spit at Astarion's comment, it wasn't the time or the place for such comments. 

"You should leave it like that much longer, you precious porcelain doll." Karlach touched Yvainne's cheeks.  

"You three, what are you doing here?! There's been a theft here and I demand to know who did it." The Warden looked at the three of them furiously, Yvainne waved his fingers behind his back to indicate that they should get ready. 

She looked around to distract her long enough to try to stab her in the stomach with one of his daggers. 

But another of the guards spotted Wyll passing that hammer between the bars. 

Yvainne quickly made an attempt to kick the Warden to make her fall to the void but missed. 

"Shit Wyll I should have done that job myself slippery fingers." Scolded Astarion letting out his bow to shoot some of the guards. 

"Let the game begin babe." Karlach pulled out her trusty axe to attack another of the guards fiercely.

Wulbren easily broke the wall to pass through to the other side, the Warden turned around to make way for the opening of the cells to open them and finish off the prisoners. 

Yvainne jumped on top of her to stop her from advancing any further. Between the two of them, they struggled to the death to break free of her grasp. Until Yvainne was under the grasp of the cultist who already had both hands firmly around her neck, the warden had even more strength than her and with all her might she tried to pull her hands away from her neck trying to reach her eyeballs in an attempt to break her grip, but she couldn't reach out and touch her. 

"We really don't care about keeping these prisoners alive, we do it to please the damn necromancer... But he won't care if anything happens to them," The warden pressed hard on Yvainne's neck making her breathing more difficult, she took advantage of her hate speech to desperately try to claw her face with extreme force to distract it with her own pain to break free from her grasp. 

Yvainne breathed a deep gasp of air as she let go as she reacted to the wound on her face. She tried to get up to deal a final strike, but one of the guards casted hunger of hadar spell, making her unable to see and being hurt by the spell. 

With her fine hearing she identified the opening of the cells, however it was foolish to try to run in the dark, she might fall off the bridge heading to her own death.  

‘’More guards are coming, Astarion, Karlach go to protect the tieflings, I'll try to break that bastard's concentration.‘’ Wyll's voice would help Yvainne try to locate herself, she carefully moved forward trying to hold off the damage of the spell. 

The noises of the tough battle didn't help her orientation very much, but she was doing her best to try to listen for another sound through her fine ears.

"Yvainne!! listen to our voices, if you hear us we are over here don't fall into the void." Lia's voice would be most helpful, she stepped forward slightly faster until, the spell was gone. 

The shock from receiving all the light took her some time to react, she was almost at the end of the bridge towards the gnome's cell, there were Cal and Lia armed to help. But their determined looks said it all.

She didn't like the idea of them again trying to help, they did enough saving the refugees they could. 

But then suddenly the determined expressions from both brothers changed to absolute terror. 

A sharp stab of pain was felt across her back, as she glanced down at her stomach she noticed her leather armour cracked by the tip of an arrow from a crossbow that had pierced from her back. On impulse she'd touch the arrow stuck out to try and break it and pull it out. 

‘YVAINNNE!’ They shouted in unison, her gaze flicking to the warden who was reloading her crossbow ready to take another deadly shot. 

"In the end your effort was in vain, but at least you will see them die under my crossbow, you tainted blood." The Warden's venomous voice made her even angrier, she stepped hastily to draw her own arrow from Yvainne's back to provoke a quick exsanguination. 

She fall to her knees to press down on the pit of her stomach hard, but her blood loss was getting stronger, making her vision blurry. 

‘’Hang on. You're not dying. Not on my watch.’ Karlach's worried voice would be heard trying to struggle and advance towards to help her. 

"No, you can't die. Get up damn you!" Astarion's anguished voice would barely hear an echo. The blood loss was already critical, she needed a healing potion as soon as possible, however she was so weak that her fingers hardly brushed against the mouth of her pouch.  

It never crossed in her mind to die on a cold floor attempting to rescue Tieflings and Gnomes from prison. She had always thought about death when she had closed the eyes forever of that wizard who had made her suffer. 

But now death finally seemed to reach her shoulder to reunite her with her family in a short time. 

But deep down she thought that this was not going to be her end, not yet.

Her desirous heart wished to see Rolan's reaction to see his siblings again....  

She wished with all her heart to help finish off the cultists to be that heroine they cheered from the grove. 

"Not now, not after all you've been through.... You must do it, I know you don't like it, but you have no choice!" Wyll's echoing voice would make her senses resonate. 

"This is not my end..." It flashed through her mind trying to force her eyes to try to get up again. 

If she really want to live... she must resort to the magic she had been forced to do when she was under the thrall of her master. 

She saw her younger version of herself in front of her, without hair and with Thayan makeup with dark reddish tones, dressed in a robe crimson like her blood, her version when she was with her master eager to take advantage of her power. 

A dark aura filled the bridge, Yvainne would rise with the wound closing with dark eyes and her skin filled with symbols with a red glow. 

‘clamate ad me’ 

As she spoke such words the warden would begin to scream in agony as Yvainne would gesture extending her hand. She had removed her skin like any other piece of clothing, the other guards focused their attention on hurting Yvainne and even if they succeeded she regenerated almost fast as Ketheric Thorm, panicked among them to trying deliver physical strikes to which the damage rebounded, similar to armor of Agathys causing their deaths by necrotic damage. 

"By Balduran's bones..." Wyll watched horrified at the magic. 

"I don't think I'll ever bother her again, I don't want to lose this beauty skin..." Astarion took a step away. 

"What's happening to her?! Yvainne!" Lia attempted to approach, but would be stopped by Karlach. 

Lia and Cal looked shocked at the scene, she didn't look like that Yvainne they had met in the grove, not even her own brother Rolan's magic was matched, she was so much stronger in their eyes. 

"Soldier it's all over!" Yvainne will let herself fall, her rune marks still dormant. Her eyes looked at the scene she had caused; the tadpole had limited her abilities, but being on near death had caused her to release her power to save herself from the mortal wound, only her armour was marked with evidence that it had been pierced. 

"You did the right thing, these people didn't deserve mercy, it's all right." Wyll stepped forward to comfort Yvainne who remained in shock. 

She had promised herself that to never use Thayan magic again, it was a twisted and cruel magic. 

A magic that her master had forced her to learn for his own benefit. 

She coughed loudly leaving her hand stained with blackened blood making clear her price for using Thayan magic to regenerate herself.

When she turnered around she saw her party and the siblings worried for her well being, her eyes blurred as she looked at them all. 

"I will understand if I am considered a monster after this..." Yvainne stood up addressing her words to Cal and Lias who seemed frightened of what happened. 

"I will strangle you with the chains if you ever belittle yourself like that again." Lia grabbed Yvainne's arm. 

"You saved us and the rest of us here, that proves more what you are than those magic." Cal would grab Yvainne's opposite arm, their words would make her heart shrink.  

"Oww that's sweet! Can we get the hell out of here before any more guards come?" Astarion's voice was interrupted by a smack from Wyll and a laugh from Karlach. 

Everyone went down the escape tunnel, there was a boat standing nearby. 

The tieflings, gnomes and Yvainne's party boarded the boat to sail to the last light's inn. 

The siblings snuggled on Yvainne's shoulders during the journey, Lakrissa and Danis watched the towers getting further and further away, The gnomes focused on rowing. 

Karlach watched the sweet scene as Wyll did it too, and Astarion scraped the dirt from his fingernails with his knife. 

The silence reigned in the boat, everyone seemed to have been through so much while they were imprisoned, the darkness seemed almost more welcoming than the cold cells of moonrise. 

Yvainne looked anguished by what happened, she would have died if she hadn't resorted to Thayan magic. She hated having too many details about it.

Although that magic is very useful in the battle to come, she must control enough of it but must also avoid being severely wounded in combat so as not to resort to the painful magic of regeneration.  

Only her pain would disappear if she let herself die and then concentrate all her power essence into one object to keep herself alive, although she would slowly become an undead putrid.

As the raft was docked everyone would disembark, and one of the harpists will come speeding towards them. 

"Stop there! You can't just dock and disembark strangers like that.... There are protocols." Yvainne rolled her eyes, not wanting to go through another process like Jaheira did. 

She moved aside to let the harpist make sure the people weren't infected. 

"There's no need to fear, they just want to do a check-up." the old prisoners relaxed their posture and lined up for the procedure. 

"If you like, go to the bar or to the camp, I have some things to attend here, I'll see you in the evening." Wyll and Karlach nodded and started on their way. 

But Astarion didn't move, an unusual attitude coming from him. 

"Odd, you're usually the first to leave when I'm going to talk about heroics things with other people." Yvainne turned to Astarion with a wry smile. 

"Heh... it's something more I want to discuss with you before you go witness a cloying family reunion." Astarion took by the hand to lead Yvainne away, but they'd keep an eye out if they were done with the inspection. 

Astarion's conversation would turn to a burden he carried: what he did to attract victims, and being separated from his master and afraid for his safety he planned many times to charm her to gain his security, but her rejection and their closeness kept him confused and even more when she protect him from that Drow that wanted to force Astarion to drink her blood. Now he genuinelly adore her and consider her a wonderful person despite everything.  Yvainne affectionately took his hands to tell him that she considers him one of her most trusted friends and that is what he needs after he has spent two hundred years making lovers against their will and handing them over to his cruel old master. 

Astarion let out tears after a long time and hugged her tightly, no one had ever considered him a friend or at least did not remember him as well as his eye colour or his own parents. She warmly returned the embrace. 

"Even though the compliments in the past was all lies to try to cajole you, this time I told you the truth back in the cells." Yvainne let out a soft chuckle at Astarion's confession. 

"At everyone's request, I'll get my hair up then." She broke the embrace, still smiling at Astarion. 

"Well I'll leave you, I'm going to the camp, well if we still have any left since you decided to let Minthara in... oh by the gods..." Astarion looked up at the sky thinking of the worst case scene with her on the team. At the end he placed one of his cold hands on Yvainne's head in an affectionate gesture. 

"Later you can tell me what happened, little flea. - Without all the cloying details." Astarion gave one last mischievous smile before leaving her alone. 

Cal and Lia tapped Yvainne's shoulder, who gave a start, but at the end she was glad to see them calmed down compared to the cells. 

Together would make their way up the stairs to the inn. 

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The hours Rolan would spend alone in the bar seemed endless, as the wizard of waterdeep had called him to an emergency in the camp.  

His distracted and disturbed mind kept him from being able to concentrate again on his studies and the modification of magic, even apologising to the refugees he thought he would recover his concentration. 

They would offer him wine and ale, which he politely declined, something even the refugees would find strange about him. 

Rolan leaned against the bar immersed in his thoughts as it was the only thing he could do to wait for any news. He would spend ignoring his surroundings even when there seemed to be more noise than at earlier occasions in the bar. 

He couldn't stop thinking about the different possible scenarios of Yvainne saving or failing to save his brothers. 

He felt footsteps coming towards him. 

"Hey, arsehole." A very familiar voice brought him out of his troubled thoughts and his pulse quickened, making him jump to his feet. 

"Rolan..." As he turned his gaze he could see his two brothers, slightly wounded followed by Yvainne who seemed to have had a hard fight with the armor ripped from her stomach and blood in her hair. 

"Oh, thank the gods..." Rolan murmured to himself, tears were in his eyes, they are well, they are alive, but that happiness will be cut off by himself. 

Rolan scowled and turned to both brothers with a stern look. 

"Did you enjoy the glory of being heroes for five minutes instead of running away with the rest?! What were you thinking" Yvainne bowed her head, she didn't have in mind that the loving family reunion would end in a family feud. 

"I'm sorry we saved you from some murderous lunatics." Lia replied as fiercely as Rolan. 

"I thought you were dead, you ass. Both of you!" Rolan's anger and despair was coming out, the remnants of his depressed facade in the camp. 

"We're all safe, Rolan- that's what matters." Cal says relaxing his shoulders to calm his brother's attitude. 

"Rolan was in bad state without you two..." Rolan turned his gaze to Yvainne, his heart began to race as he saw her with the hairpin, he felt a lump in his throat that would be hard to disguise. 

There was no lie, he felt like the worst of men without his world. 

"It was just... overwhelmed. It doesn't matter..." Rolan kept his sad look on his face as he looked at his brothers who looked regretful. 

"I'm sorry... i just can't could stand back and do nothing... We should have followed you..." Rolan would shake his head at his sister's comment. 

"No, no... you two did the right thing. I shouldn't have shouted - I'm sorry..." Rolan approached his siblings giving them a tight hug. 

She moved a few paces away to better witness the touching moment before retreating. 

"Thank you - for saving me- And the two idiots." Cal would glance back at Yvainne. She smiled at his gratitude. 

They broke the hug, Lia and Rolan rubbed his eyes to prevent it from showing that they'd been crying from the familiar embrace. 

"You went out of your way to help us, it's only right you get something in return. I hope this is useful to you." Rolan grabbed her hand to give her a pouch of gold and she immediately pulled her hand away to avoid taking it. 

Rolan arched his eyebrow in total confusion at her behaviour.  

"Don't you dare act like a little girl. It's the best I can give you, don't be greedy" Rolan will try to take her hands again to give her the bag of gold, but she will raise her arms to prevent him from trying to do it. 

"I don't want to, it's alright, keep the gold, please." He would redden with shame for trying to pay her in thanks, in her word and posture he realized that there was no deception, she was really happy to help. His gaze paused for a moment at the opening in the armour at the level of his stomach. 

"Humble too? imagine that..." Lia smiled at her desicion.

"She has no cause to be humble, she brought us back together... a task i failed miserably at. I've been a real idiot and she didn't deserve it, so... please this is the least I can give you for all you've done for me, and for all of us..." Rolan reached out his hand with the bag of gold in an attempt to persuade her again. Yvainne closed Rolan's hand with the gold. 

"The hairpin is enough for me." Yvainne smiled as she pointed to the hairpin that he had given her the night before. 

At her comment Rolan remained static looking at her, his heart seemed to be about to burst, without realizing it his cheeks and stomach felt an impressive warmth. 

"Wouldn't you like to rest? After what you went through for us on Moonrise..." Yvainne would raise her hand to the Cal's comment as a sign for him to stop. 

"I'm fine, please, take your time with each other, I'll go to my camp and check that they haven't strangled themselves...." She would have left the inn leaving the three brothers in peace. 

Rolan watched her go, wanting to say more than a simple thank you for doing so much for him, but he wouldn't know how. 

Seeing his brother and sister he instinctively served food and passed them a couple of bottles of wine, their condition looked more deteriorated than his own, his heart felt broken at the sight of their wounds and they seemed more silent than usual. Normally they would have bothered him over her.  

"How bad was it? in Moonrise." Rolan's direct questions would cause his brothers to stand in awkward silence.

"Mind if we talk about that later, Rolan?" Cal's low voice was enough for him to understand that it was the worst thing they'd ever been through.

"Of course, of course! Take all the time you need, please have a meal..." Rolan stroked his brothers’ backs to make them eat some food. 

"heh... And I thought I was the mother hen..." Lia sipped some of the wine with a weak smile at Rolan's concern. 

Cal and Lia would fill their stomachs with grilled rothé ribs cooked by the harpists, Rolan could barely eat as he watched around him as the refugees reunited with their loved ones who were in Moonrise. 

Even Alfira declared her love to Lakrissa so that they would never be separated again, something that touched a lot in the inn. 

His attention snapped as Cal collapsed from exhaustion. Rolan immediately grabbed his brother's arm to support him with his own body to keep him on his feet. 

"Let's go to the rooms, you can rest better there." Lia and Cal nodded, Rolan led his siblings to one of the rooms that the harpers provided for the wounded in order for them to rest. 

"This accommodation leaves much to be desired, but it will suffice for now. - Here i still have your blanket." Rolan spread the blanket over his brothers to cover them. 

"Don't worry, it could be a lot worse, Rolan - trust us..." Lia's sad tone was enough to make him understand that he should change the subject so that they would forget the bad time in Moonrise. 

But he wouldn't know what to tell them, he hadn't seen them and it was obvious that asking them about the weather would make him look even more stupid. 

"Hey, Rolan .... when you said what Yvainne did for you..." Rolan thought at Cal's question. He would decide to tell them the truth. He'd been an idiot to the refugees, he'd drunk till he lost his mind from the pain, he'd chased Yvainne away when he tried to encourage him not to lose hope....  

And he'd mention his failed attempt to rescue them and being rescued by her. Not just physically rescuing him from being mortally wounded by the shadows if not emotionally, his short moment with her was enough to find some light in all the darkness. 

"Rolan, you idiot... You're crazy about her and you haven't realized it..." Cal snorted with laughter at Lia's comment. 

"Since the party in the grove, we know it..." Cal replied after chuckling a little. 

He looked to the side of his brothers bed to think, with all that was going on and his focus on learning he didn't give him time to concentrate on himself. 

"I can't allow myself to have those feelings right now, my destiny." Lia silenced her confused brother with a sound to interrupt him.

"Don't you dare to name your position as apprentice, you know that's not everything." Rolan bristled at Lia's comment, but would not reprimand him. 

"If you only knew what she went through for us and what she did for you, you have a chance, you fool." Rolan sighed heavily at his sister's words. 

"Yeah, long may love live, please can we sleep? I really can't...and I need to sleep..." Cal growled, Rolan would pat his two brothers back.

Rolan would get up quietly to head for the door. Leaving his brothers sleeping in bed, questioning in what condition they would have survived several days in those cold and horrible cells. 

But the words of his exhausted sister would keep him intrigued. 

‘What she went through for us’ And having looked at her condition she seemed exhausted from the fight, she was bloody and had a considerable perforation in her armour, but had no apparent wound. 

It wouldn't do any good pressing his brothers to inform him of what happened, but it would keep him on his toes for her. 

And more that Shadowheart wasn't there to heal her wounds fast enough. 

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[versatileginger]

HIDDEN | CHAPTER 1

Billy Russo x OC (Ava) 

Warnings: Not canon, violence, weapons, stalking (not MMC), murder, everything you'd find in The Punisher universe, no betrayal. 

Summary: Billy meets someone that piques his interest. Did he mention she carries a knife?

A/N: Early upload! My very first time writing.. anything lol. English is not my first language. Artwork made by yours truly. Let me know what you thought!

The morning sun crept over the horizon, casting gentle rays through the curtains, and with it, Ava's day commenced. The shrill insistence of her alarm clock echoed through the room, urging her to greet the world at 6 a.m. She cherished the early hours, finding solace in the tranquil embrace of dawn. As she stretched, her long, dark hair flowed like a cascading waterfall over her shoulders.

Dressed in cargo pants, a comfortable top, and a well-worn leather jacket, she slung her bag over her shoulder before departing from her snug apartment. It may have been a modest space, but it was her sanctuary, and she treasured the solitude it granted her in the morning.

Amidst the awakening city, with the streets slowly coming to life, Ava made her way to her beloved coffee shop. There, she ordered her customary bold dark roast with a hint of cream and settled at a table near the window. Soft morning light filtered through the glass, casting a warm glow. With her phone in hand, she began to sift through emails and the latest news, savoring these quiet moments before the storm of the workday.

Then, a man in a finely-tailored suit graced the coffee shop with his presence, effortlessly commanding attention. His chiseled jawline and piercing coal- black eyes provided a striking contrast to his impeccable attire. The man moved with a purposeful grace, his gaze sweeping the room. When their eyes briefly met, an unspoken connection formed, acknowledging that they were the sole early risers in the establishment.

"Early start, huh?" he mused, his voice carrying a note of intrigue as he settled at a nearby table.

Ava glanced up from her phone, offering a welcoming smile. "Yeah, I find it helps me focus better at work," she replied.

Billy's curiosity was piqued. "That's interesting. What is it you do then?"

Ava, opting to share a glimpse of herself first, responded, "I work in IT, starting my day early gives me the feeling of having a head start on the day."

With curiosity gleaming in her eyes, she continued, "And what about you?"

Billy smiled, appreciating her inquisitiveness. "I work over at Anvil," he said. "We're a security outfit that helps people stay safe and solve their problems. We've got a diverse team, includin' some ex-veterans who bring real-world expertise to the mix. We handle all sorts of gigs, from keeping big corporations secure to helpin' out in more low-key situations."

Ava nodded, captivated by his work and eager to learn more about him. "That sounds fascinating," she said, taking a sip of her coffee. "You enjoy doing it??"

Billy nodded, his gaze focused on her. "It has its challenges, but it's worth it," he replied.

Leaning in, Ava's curiosity was fully engaged. "That's truly admirable," she remarked, sensing his hesitation to elaborate more. "It must be a deeply rewarding job."

Billy nodded, his gaze unwavering,. "It comes with its challenges, but it's worth every moment," he replied.

Their conversation unfolded and as the coffee shop filled with the bustling sounds of other patrons Ava gracefully stood, a courteous smile gracing her lips.

"Well, it was lovely chatting with you," she said, preparing to take her leave.

Billy realized the omission and extended his hand with a friendly smile. "I'm Billy," he said.

Ava shook his hand, her smile warm and genuine. "Nice to meet you, Billy. I'm Ava."

Ava walked away from the table with a casual "See you around," leaving Billy alone with his thoughts. He continued to sip his coffee and recount their conversation, but then he saw her heading for the exit. As she pulled open the door, her top rode up a bit, and Billy caught a glimpse of something glistening.

Is that a fucking knife?'

Ava's workday was a mix of routine and challenges. As she settled into her office, surrounded by computer monitors and the soft hum of technology, she delved into her tasks. Emails poured in, demanding her attention, and she methodically sorted through them, addressing IT issues and providing support to her colleagues.

Her role in IT was diverse, and she enjoyed the ever-changing landscape of her job. Some days, it was troubleshooting technical glitches, ensuring the company's systems ran smoothly. Other days, it was collaborating with her team to implement new software solutions or security measures.

Her work brought her a sense of accomplishment, knowing that her efforts contributed to the seamless functioning of the company. Yet, amid the bustling work environment, she couldn't help but occasionally find herself lost in thoughts of her chance encounter with Billy at the coffee shop that morning. His intriguing job and friendly demeanor lingered in her mind, adding a touch of excitement to her otherwise ordinary workday.

As Ava immersed herself in her work, her coworker, Mark, approached her desk. Mark was a friendly guy with a penchant for coffee, much like Ava.

"Hey, Ava," he greeted her with a warm smile. "How's it going?"

Ava glanced up from her computer screen, returning his smile. "Morning, Mark. It's goin' well so far. Just the usual morning rush of emails and tech support."

Mark chuckled, nodding in understanding. "Tell me about it. I feel like you need a second cup of coffee already. Speaking of which, are you up for a quick coffee break later? My treat."

Ava appreciated the offer and the chance to catch up with her coworker. "Sure thing, Mark. I could use a coffee break. Let's say around 10:30?"

"Sounds perfect," Mark replied. "I'll meet you at the breakroom. Don't work too hard until then!"

As Mark walked away, Ava couldn't help but wonder how he knew she had already had a coffee. Perhaps her caffeine addiction was more obvious than she thought, or maybe it was just a lucky guess. Regardless, she looked forward to their coffee break, knowing it would be a pleasant distraction from her busy workday.

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[tamurilofrivendell]

Beauty and the Beast | Chapter 7

Previous Chapters [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6]

Pairing: Thranduil/Fem. Reader Summary: A Beauty and the Beast inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking and a human reader from a nearby village Taglist (let me know if you wish to be added): @captainchrisstan​, @rebleforkicks , @yjrevolution​, @majahu​​

The only sound you could hear was your quiet footsteps as you tiptoed down the corridor, staying close to the wall and peering carefully around each corner you came to. Your heart was in your throat as you anticipated capture with every step you took. The gods appeared to be on your side as you didn’t run into anybody. Maybe everyone else had gone to bed? Considering how late it had to be, that’s what you chose to believe. You treaded carefully back down the familiar walkway that Myleth had taken you to dinner, figuring that you could figure out your next move from there.

Rounding another corner, your gaze fell once more upon that red curtain at the bottom of the half concealed staircase. You stopped and lingered, staring. You couldn’t deny how curious you were about this place. Everybody’s reactions to it had only furthered your belief that they were hiding something. Tauriel had told you the rooms up those stairs belonged to the King and the Prince but something just rung false about it and before you knew it, you were hurrying towards the staircase and gently easing back the curtain. With one last look over your shoulder, you slid around the fabric and began to ascend into the West Wing.

It was so quiet, you could have heard an arrow being nocked into a bow from a distance away. Your feet carried you up the stairs and over the threshold of this hidden wing, looking around as you started your quiet exploration. Elegant paintings sat upon the walls and the bed you found through one of the doors was one of the grandest things you had ever seen. Fit for a King, indeed, but it didn’t look slept in. In fact, nothing in here looked as though it had been touched in a long while despite how well taken care of it all looked. There was a lack of dust and you could tell these rooms were well maintained. Upon the wall, you saw a framed portrait of a beautiful elven woman. Her hair practically shone, falling around her face like a waterfall, and her features were nothing short of perfect - she took your breath away. However, the portrait looked to have been slashed, as though somebody had taken a knife to it.

You moved on, finding books and papers, sparkling necklaces and rings adorned with beautiful gems. In the wardrobe nearby you found a collection of beautiful dresses and you wondered who they belonged to. A large ornate mirror sat upon a dresser and you moved over, peering at your reflection before your gaze lowered to the items laid out on the dresser. Your fingers moved over a hairbrush, tracing the intricate pattern on the handle.

“What do you think you are doing?” A furious hiss from the doorway caused you to spin on your heel, knocking the hairbrush to the floor. 

Thranduil stood glaring at you, fury written in his expression. He came up here quite often. Sometimes just for a moment, sometimes for hours. These were his late wife’s former chambers after all. How you had even gotten up here was completely beyond him but that wasn’t his immediate concern. No, his concern was on the fact that you were in here at all, touching his wife’s belongings, sticking your nose where it didn’t belong. Every single item in these rooms were precious to him and he had found you - his prisoner - in here putting your dirty fingers all over everything.

Your mouth opened but nothing came out. Fear had sparked through you at the mere sight of him, the sound of his voice. You shuffled further away, your back against the wall as he advanced on you, pacing closer with terrifying speed and a dangerous glint in his eye.

“I--I was only...” You started but the words died in your throat.

“You were only, what?” His voice was low and even and somehow that was even more terrifying than if he had screamed at you. He was close now, too close, and you felt like you were in terrible danger. What was he going to do? “Looking for something to steal, I wager.” Thranduil continued on when you offered him nothing else.

He glared down at you for a moment longer before he turned away and leaned down to pick up the hairbrush from where you had knocked it to the floor. With surprising care, he moved to set it back in its place on the dresser, his gaze softening and becoming sad for just a second before he round back on you, fire in his eyes once more.

That’s not what terrified you most, however. When he turned his face back to you, one half was no longer the pristine alabaster skin that you’d seen previously. Thranduil had become so furious that he had accidentally let go of the glamour he used to keep the awful burn scars on his face concealed. What you saw was terrifying and only added to your vision of the King as a monster and you couldn’t hold in your horrified gasp.

“Who do you think you are?!” Thranduil raged at you, scowling as he paced towards you once more. His arm shot out and took hold of your wrist in a vice like grip, eyes blazing. Your fear spiked, believing that this was it, that he was about to hurt you, maybe kill you. Your wrist ached and in the back of your mind you were aware you’d likely have bruising there the next day.

Thranduil became aware that he had let the glamour go, something he rarely if ever did as it was second nature to him these days, and it only served to make him angrier. Thranduil felt much more vulnerable this way and it wasn’t a feeling he cared for. “Get out.” His voice suddenly seemed a little strained as he released your wrist and turned his head away from you, hair falling across the unconcealed scars on his face as he did so.

You stood staring at him, frozen in place. You kept willing your feet to move, to get away from him, or to speak, grovel for forgiveness but absolutely nothing happened and you found yourself just looking at him in horror.

“Get! Out!” He roared when you made no movement, rounding on you once more, fury blazing in his eyes. The scars were no longer visible, having ragained control of himself.

You didn’t have any more time to think, not that there was much to think about. You pushed away from the wall, brushed past him, and took off running. Down the stairs, past that stupid red curtain, along the hall. You just kept running until you came to what was very obviously the front gates of the place. They were standing open and the two elves on guard were startled by your appearance.

You raced past them before they could even think and you just kept going, willing your legs not to give out as you fled into the forest.

[ranchracoon]

Ch. 6 Flowers and Books

The next morning was strangely quiet, Angie didn't yell for you per usual and your mind instantly went to the worst thing. You shot out fast enough that the bed shook, ran down the stairs panting then came to an abrupt halt when you found a note on the elevator. It stated that Angie had to run into town to get some supplies for the week since it wasn't done yesterday. She was older than time itself and you thought for sure you would have found her dead on the floor. Then again, she'll probably outlive you. You breathed out heavily as your heart rate came down then went to officially get dressed and do your morning routine.

You were excited and thankful it was Sunday, not only to recover from coming home so late last night, but also to work on the front of the manor. From the tiny glimpse in the village of the Dimitrecu manor, you saw that they had gorgeous gardens and vineyards, and you wanted the manor to be a sliver of that. As if someone or something read your mind, when you got to the top of the stairs, there was a book laying off to the side of your door. When you ran out you must have kicked it away or ran over it without noticing. You knelt down to pick it up and looked over the cover.

"Mountain flowers and how to care for them." You read aloud.

Maybe Angie left it before she left, even though she's never given you any kind of present before. You shrugged, took it inside your room and placed it on the desk near the door. The closet doors groaned when you opened them to expose your limited inventory of clothes that had fit into your bags. Now you regret thinking you were going somewhere nice because you could have fit more stuff into the briefcase rather than an unused journal, and a few sentimental items.

Maybe you could convince Angie to get you some supplies for clothing or some lei to buy some but that was an argument for another day. You pulled out some overalls and a shirt you didn't care much for. They were starting to look loose on you from the amount of work you were doing.

"I need some new clothes." You grumbled to yourself.

The outside was shrouded in fog from the waterfall and cool fall air rolling in, a shiver ran up your spine and you rubbed your arms for warmth. You groaned and grunted loudly as you ripped the old, dead vines from the wooden structures and put them all in a pile, unsure what to do with it afterwards. The wood looked old and worn from the years of exposure to water and sunlight, however the structure seemed intact and held its own.

"What are you doing?"

You stood up quickly from being startled as you stared at Angie holding a wicker basket with a blanket over it, in her arm. The sun was nearing its peak and now beat down on you, you hadn't realized how thirsty and tired you were until now. Luckily and unluckily it had warmed up enough for you to feel the sweat on every crevice when a breeze hit you. You had been going for hours non-stop and Angie broke your stride, but the yard looked far better and less....dead. Angie walked past you and eyed the torn up roots then tisked her tongue.

"Does the lord know you're doing this?" She asked as she shoved the basket into your chest.

"Um.." You thought back to the book, "I think so?" You answered with a shrug.

"Hmph."

Your legs shook as you took slow steps behind Angie toward the front door, however, the sound of crunching leaves caught your attention. Both you and Angie turned to look toward the path to see Mother Miranda walking straight for the manor, behind her was Lady Dimitrescu and Bela. You smiled brightly at the sight of Bela, she smiled half-heartedly with a small wave when they approached. On cue you leaned over to open the door for them, Mother Miranda bowed her head to you then strolled past. When Bela passed, you held the door with your foot and tapped her arm.

"Bela, what's going on?" You whispered.

Bela glanced at her mother then back at you, "to be honest, I don't know. Mother got a call then ordered for me to come with her here. I'll try to tell you when we're done."

"Bela." Called Lady Dimitrescu.

"Coming."

Bela hurried to the elevator with the other women, you closed the front doors and waited for the elevator to come back up so you could go to the kitchen. Angie waited next to you patiently without a word, she walked you to the kitchen then disappeared up the stairs toward the workshop. This was the first meal you prepared all week where you didn't feel someone lurking over your shoulder; somehow it felt naked and you hummed a song to yourself as a distraction. When dinner was ready you heard the bell for the main dining area. You took a tray and Angie appeared suddenly to take it from you. Before you could question her she motioned for you to grab the other tray and follow. You sighed and did as you were told: followed her to the dining area.

Mother Miranda, Lady Dimitrescu, and Bela were sitting in silence; none of them looked at you when you served them, including Bela who looked away when you tried to catch her eye. Angie and you stood off to the side and watched them eat. When they finished, Mother Miranda stood with her hands folded in front of her.

"Thank you for the meal and being generous hosts. I have preparations to do. Good evening."

Mother Miranda turned around and left, shortly after the door shut Lady Dimitrescu released a heavy sigh. The muscles in her jaw clenched, her lips pursed in anger, she brought her gloved hand to her forehead and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"Is there anything I can get for you Lady Dimitrescu?" You offered.

"Yes. Do you have anything for a headache?" She replied.

"Of course my Lady, I will be back with something. Y/N, clean this up." Angie said.

"I'll help you." Offered Bela quickly.

Lady Dimitrescu waved her hand and leaned over, still clutching her nose. You and Bela carried the trays back down to the kitchen, everything was put in the sink for you to wash. Bela took off her cloak and hung it on a hook on the wall then hopped on the counter to dry dishes that you handed to her.

"Can you tell me what's going on now?" You asked cautiously.

Bela groaned, "Lord Moreau died."

You stopped your washing, the plate slipped from your grasp into the sink, your eyes widened when you locked eyes with her. She kept your stare and stopped drying the dish in her hands, setting it down beside her with a soft clank.

"How?" You asked worriedly.

"According to his son and Mother Miranda, he drank too much at the festival so he thought it was a brilliant idea to go on a night fishing trip without telling anyone. When they didn't find his boat this morning, Salvatore and his crew went searching for him. They found his boat anchored in the bay with his body...floating face down next to it in the water." Bela answered.

"Oh shit...so that means.." You started.

"Salvatore will be appointed the new lord after the funeral." Bela finished.

Everything around you spun, Bela slid off the counter and grabbed your arm to keep you upright. You supported yourself on the counter, after you composed yourself you nodded to Bela to let you go. She hesitantly released you then leaned against the counter with her arms crossed.

"Bela. If Salvatore comes within a 50 mile radius of me with a marriage proposal, I'm telling him we're engaged."

"Wow. I think you're supposed to ask me on a date before marriage." Bela teased.

"I'm serious Bela."

"Look...if La...Lord Beneviento doesn't stand up for you then we will. My mother despises Salvatore more than his father. You can come work for us."

You nodded your head with a half smile, then went on to continue washing the dishes. Bela helped by drying and eased your worry with funny stories about her sisters. When all was done, you and Bela went back up to the sitting area to find Angie handing Lady Dimitrescu some water and a pill. Lady Dimitrescu's eyes caught yours for a brief moment when she sipped the water then thanked Angie before she stood.

"We should take our leave as well. Thank you Angie and Y/N for the meal."

Bela and Lady Dimitrescu left, you waved goodbye to them as they vanished from view but a dark pit in your stomach formed. The familiar feeling of eyes on you was a welcomed relief, as if the comfort of a companion suddenly returned. Angie crept up beside you as you continued to stand in the doorway looking out.

"Lord Moreau died." Angie stated matter-of-factly.

You took a moment to act as if you didn't already know, then took a deep breath.

"When's the funeral?"

"A few days. Salvatore will be appointed that evening." Angie replied quietly.

"So soon?" You questioned surprised.

"Salvatore requested it that way. Why have the villagers gathered twice?" Angie shrugged her shoulders then walked away from view.

You shut the front doors then looked around the empty manor for wherever the lord was lurking. How they could hide so well in such a minimal space continued to astound you. You sighed softly but the anxiety grew with each step you took up the stairs. In the safety of your room you kicked off your dirty clothes and piled them into a corner. The bed creaked under your weight when you crashed onto it, but sleep would not come.

All night you tossed and turned, sleep only came in increments and when the morning sun peeked through your window to wake you, you were already awake. The thoughts and anxiety plagued every wrinkle of your brain and you weren't sure if you were going to throw up or not. The clothes from yesterday were still on the floor and you still had dried dirt stuck to your skin. With a soft sigh you got up from the bed, picked up the clothes, and put them in a basket to wash later, but first you had to wash yourself. You opened the door and your foot kicked something, when you looked down there were three rolls of fabric.

You leaned out to look down the empty hallway then over the railing down into the main sitting area. The clothes you had planned on changing into were set aside as you picked up the rolls, each had a different feeling to them; one was black, thick and warm, the other was white and soft like silk, and the last was dark red cotton. Of course underneath the fabric was another book. After you put the rolls of fabric in your closet you picked up the book that had a small bag attached. It was a book about sewing, clothes specifically, with patterns and designs and the bag attached had thread with needles in a small case.

Now you were certain: only one person could have heard you talk about needing clothes and Angie was in town. A blush crept over your cheeks at the thought of what else the lord might have heard you say, definitely every time you cursed under your breath when you got frustrated at Angie or chores.

"Y/N!"

Speaking of the devil. You stored the materials in your closet, and grabbed your change of clothes then went out into the hallway to glance down at Angie. She looked up at you with her hands on her hips.

"Get washed up, we're going into town to get you an outfit for Lord Moreau's funeral."

You nodded in response then walked down the hall to the bathroom where you washed yourself in a large wooden tub with lukewarm water. Once you were washed, dressed, and brushed your teeth, you greeted Angie downstairs. Before you finished walking, a speck of yellow caught your eye in the mass of vines from yesterday. It was a small yellow flower that was blooming amongst decay and rot. It felt only fitting that you pick it and set it down on Claudia's grave when you passed it. Angie guided you to a shop of hanging clothes, the material looked familiar to the ones you received, you furrowed your brows attempting to inspect them closer.

Angie waited patiently as you looked at the black outfits, you settled on a (your choice of suit or dress), and the man behind the counter helped you size it properly when you tried it on. After Angie paid, you waited behind for only a moment to ask the man if he had any stencils you could take.

"Sorry miss, all the clothes here are made by Lord Beneviento. I simply size and occasionally fix them." He told you.

"Oh." You said disappointed, "well, thanks anyway."

When you reached Angie she started walking immediately back to the manor, narrowly avoiding people who crossed her path. She subtly reminded you of your aunt: everyone avoided her like she was covered in boils, yet she held herself up with such high esteem. Angie and your aunt would have gotten along famously, or Angie would have torn her apart like a chew toy.

"Do you think Lord Beneviento will attend the funeral?" You interrogated.

"He better. Or else it's considered a great insult not to attend the funeral of a lord or mother who passed."

The funeral just might be your ticket to finally seeing the lord face to face. You had your doubts, they clearly were a master of hiding but there was still a spark of hope they would show. However, the anxiety deep in your stomach overshadowed that hope the closer the funeral got and the hope for the lord to show turned more into a prayer. If Lord Beneviento didn't show up to the funeral, would you be safe from Salvatore once he inherits the power of being a lord?

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[cottonkendi]

Betrayal | 7

MASTERLIST

Kunikuzushi x Reader

Word Count: 835

Genre: slight angst

Warning: implied violence

Synopsis: Help

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

a/n: sorry for the long wait, took awhile for me to have some free time from uni... <;33

You remember the way that the lanterns had reflected upon Kunikuzushi’s eyes at the last Lantern Rite. 

Remember how they glistened like the stars. 

Your very own galaxy. 

And now, you stare back at him, but instead of the grandiose scenery of Liyue filled with lanterns leading you home, you are surrounded by the wreckage of the domain. Broken wallpaper littering the cut up tatami mats. 

Vases broken, paintings torn off from the walls. 

In the middle of the chaos stood Kunikuzushi. 

Eyes glistening with tears, porcelain skin now littered with harsh bruises that match his hair. 

He stares at you with eyes that look like they’ll like glass, sobs escaping his lips with every breath. 

“(Y/N)...” 

He whispers your name for the first time, hand reaching out for you before his legs give out, prompting you to run to his side, arms wrapping around him as his arms automatically wrap around you as well, face buried onto your neck as he sobs louder. 

“(Y/N)... d-don’t abandon me… please…” He whispers against you, his grip on your clothes tightening as you pull him closer to you if that was possible. 

You don’t know what to do. 

Your mouth feels quite dry as you continue to hold him. 

It does not feel like it’s enough. 

Holding him like this while surrounded by the chaos and hurt that he’s been marinating his sadness for who knows how long. 

He needs to get away. 

Get away from this domain. 

From this island. 

From this country. 

“Kunikuzushi… hold on. I’ll get you out of here.” Keeping your eye on him, you materialise out of the broken room and onto a Liyue hill, a waterfall a few feet away from you with the sun just about to set. 

Your personal abode. 

Perhaps this will help with smoothing out the cracks in Kunikuzushi’s heart… 

Settling down on the grass, you pull him onto your lap as he continues to shake in your hold. You hold him tightly, a hand caressing his back as he mindlessly babbles against your skin, interrupted every few seconds by his hiccups as he tries to pull you impossibly close. 

It takes hours. 

Hours of sniffling. 

Silence. 

Tears. 

It never stopped. 

And though you may not understand it all quite well, you can feel it in his chest. Can feel it as his heart breaks as he presses against you. 

His tears feel like venom as he tries and aggressively wipes them away with shaking hands. 

His palms are filled with crescent maroons, blood barely seeping out from self-inflicted wounds. 

Through those hours, you continue to hold him close, continue to caress his back and hair, whisper your words onto his ear, whisper so only he can hear. 

Whisper so he knows you only mean them for him. No one else can ever come close to him. 

You tell him of his worth. Remind him of who he is in your eyes and who he has always been. 

His mother, how terribly hurtful his words had been towards her when he explained, did not deserve his tears for he is strong and precious and worth every single celestial blessing that may fall from the skies. 

You utter such words in hopes that he would believe you. 

You utter such words hoping that he would realise that perhaps there is more to the story than what he can feel in the moment but how terribly insensitive would you be if you told him now. 

How ignorant would you be if you tried to ‘defend’ the electro archon. 

For now, you wish to only offer yourself up to him as his support. As the person he calls out to in times of such tragedies.

Hours of crying renders him tired, inevitably falling asleep in your arms. 

Carefully, you stand up, making your way to the side of the river, the waterfall’s thundering water merely sounding like background noise as you begin to clean him up, a cloth in your hand as you wipe away the remaining tear stains on his cheeks. 

With every wipe of the cloth, you wish to wipe away his anguish. 

With every tear stain that disappears, you hope that a thorn in his heart is plucked. 

“Kunikuzushi… the weakness that you speak of… I think that that is what makes you so strong. In a world full of pain, where so many choose to hide away from such emotions, you choose to embrace it… I wish to be like you someday. I wish to learn how to feel love like you do…” 

Pushing his hair away, you press your lips against his forehead and hope to take away his pain and keep it for yourself. 

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