#y/n x swiss

[black-moon-bunny]

The un-fitting sister. (Multi-pairing)

After being handpicked by Sister Imperator, one of the newest sisters in the church gets a room right next to the library and a job to do. She turns that room into her personal sanctuary and tries to live there in peace, drowning the feeling of being an outcast. But the stress of the job comes soon to her after catching the attention and curiosity of some of the Ghouls in the abbey.

Chapter one, Chapter two , Chapter Three

Couples: Fem!Reader x Ghouls (In this chapter is just Swiss)

Warnings: Y/N used. Swiss is a bit of an asshole and a tease, dub con if you squint really hard. A bit of feels. Masturbation (Male) Some dynamics from the omega-verse (heat season and scents and blah) NSFW. +18. Minors DNI. All of the pictures were taken from the internet so credits to the people who made them.

Word Count: 5725.

A.N: I want to give special thanks to Skar and Banshee two of my IRL friends, classmates from the university and best friends who help me with the edition and comments (Specially Skar she beta-read this and did some editing.) And also I want to give special thanks to @i-foundued @copias-girl @violet-lazer @theblogghoulette @writingjourney @sweetandwoe and @whatawonderfulexistence--blog who without maybe knowing it made my end of semester less painful and gave me a lot of comfort with their writing, and also inspired me to write again. (Please people go check their work is AMAZING ) And finally I took inspiration for the physique of the ghouls from a wonderful fanart from @feuvyper

When the retired teacher first entered the abbey, she felt at home. She felt like this was going to be the place where she could finally be fully accepted, but sooner than later she started to get this feeling of loneliness again. She didn’t feel as a total outcast between her sisters and brothers of sin, most of them were really nice, caring, and comprehensive of her quirkiness, but she still felt like she didn’t fit in the mold not even in a place like this where most things were accepted.

When did this feeling of not belonging start? If she can recall, it was during her teenage years when she started to feel weird between her peers. Although she was smart, she didn’t quite fit between the “smart kids”: She was too loud, too talkative, and too rebellious to fit with them and while she was amiable with everyone, she did not tolerate the obnoxious “popular kids” who bullied almost everyone who did not fit in their status quo. She was never bullied but did not have enough privilege to be completely left alone either, they picked on her because she was too interested in the weird, unsettling things; in the mythos, in the darkness, in the weird books of the library and usually mingled with the “emo kids” without being one of them. One of their favorite ways to annoy her was telling everyone how she was so weird that not even the “emo weirdos” wanted her as a friend.

Kids are so mean sometimes, but her teenage era ended, and she decided to study at the University as she wanted to become a teacher. While entering her twenties she could be seen jumping between your average mainstream things and super weird hobbies and likings. As her mom used to say, one day she could be listening to the cheesiest k-pop song and the other she was listening to the dirtiest heavy metal. She sometimes felt like the whole rainbow, and, in others, she looked like a scale of grey. This helped her a lot while teaching, she could get along well with her students but not with her colleagues who talked behind her back as how undefined and weird could she be and how it was unprofessional from the way she talked to the way she dressed, and this ended up making her quit the job after only a few years after starting. So, at the end she didn’t fit in completely again, and decided to leave everything behind on her 26th birthday, bought a plane ticket and traveled around visiting places that interested her. That’s how she found the abbey.

Now, an entire year after joining she was fine, but still feeling like she did not belong here completely. She puts her whole heart during masses, she gets along fine with her siblings in sin, she has a job in the enormous library in the domains of the church and she really enjoys her life… But she felt empty and alone most of the time especially now that Sister Imperator changed her room arrangements after a couple of “night intrusions” into the library.

—I know that you are quite fond of books, and you have been taking diligent care of the library, and lately there has been a sort of late-night intrusions to the place. So, I need to ask you to move your room into the one next to the library. It is smaller but you won’t be sharing a room with anyone so you will fit there nicely.

—Sister I’m honored to be in your thoughts regarding this problem but, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to do such thing… We have really expensive and antique material in there, and if some of it went missing it would be a huge problem to our clergy. It is a huge responsibility and…. —As the sister tried to give her excuses, Imperator was losing her patience. So, she cut her middle sentence.

—Sister y/n, are you underestimating my ability to judge? I believe that you have the perfect fit for this job, you could still work in the library and at night you should only keep an eye if there is some strange movement and inform about any encounters to me personally.

Imperator was determined to give her this position. She knew that any other sister would be incapable of doing it. Being the head behind the shadows of the clergy she was completely aware of who were the ones intruding the library. The ghouls and one of the Papas, they used the place as another one of their bedrooms to indulge in sin with the sisters and brothers. Going behind her back or at least trying to, she was annoyed by the situation and needed a solution. That’s when Sister y/n crossed her mind. She was different and quite charming, but was no fool, too self-aware to indulge in the charms of the sinful flesh of the ghouls and Terzo. It was perfect, unfitting enough between her peers to accommodate to this job without any problems.

—Do you understand? The accommodations are going to be ready today before the sun sets.

—Yes sister….—She lowered her head— I’m sorry for upsetting you

—Don't worry child, you are going to be just fine. And I’m going to let you pass this one, but if I chose you, it was because I know that you are capable. Never doubt me again, Sister—She said with the same frightening tone— Go now, you are excused from the rest of your day. Here is the key to your new room for you to get a first look at it.

—Thank you, Sister Imperator, if you excuse me…—She made a small bow and turned, but before going Imperator said something back

—Oh, and dear child, the room has some interesting secrets. I hope you get used to it and use the accommodations in your favor.

She had been living there for a whole month, and nothing remotely interesting had happened. She did not find anything weird in the room. It was, as Sister said; perfect for her, but until that moment she did not find any “secret”. She still worked at the library during the day and at night she spent her time reading on her bed and listening to some music. She felt free, lonely but free. The library and her room were on the opposite side of the rooms and after the midnight curfew not a single soul went to the wing of the library, so she was free to listen and watch her cheesy songs and shows without being judged by her roommates. She can sing and dance alone in her room without anyone there to see or listen to her and, during the day, she could still be “normal” to the clergy and its standards. Nevertheless, she still felt lonely from time to time, and in the back of her mind she still felt like she did not belong completely there. She was still too colorful sometimes, too talkative, too energetic…

Unaware of it, the sister was not the only one enjoying the peaceful corner of the abbey. There was a curious ghoul who had been wandering outside her room since a couple of weeks ago. Sodo was trying really hard to enter the library at night. He was the one to find how marvelous was the place at night to enjoy himself and some sister or brother of his liking, and then the rumor spread to Swiss, Papa, Aether, Cirrus. Even Rain and Mountain decided to try their luck on the silent library passed the curfew. It was wonderful until Sister Imperator cut him off by moving one of the sisters to the room next to the library, and he was fucked. But she needed sleep at some point, right? So, he decided to wander around the library hoping to catch the moment in which the annoying sister in the room finally fell asleep so he could enter the forbidden room again. But when he listened through the door, he did not hear a snore or some signal of a sleeping sister. He listened to a sweet voice singing at the beat of a song he did not knew. And he liked it, the curious nature of the fire ghoul wanted to know who she was, and what she was listening to, and most importantly why Imperator choose her to be here, all alone keeping an eye on the next room. So, he kept the secret and wandered some more nights outside her door, wanting to discover who was behind the voice who kept him apart from his delicious library spot. Each night, he returned to their den without answers.

—Could you finally break into the library? —Swiss was not pleased with loosing that spot either, so every night after Sodo returned to their den he pressured the ghoul to finally do something

—I already told you, she kept most of her night awake and there is no other entrance to the library than the one right next to her door! Imperator is going to punish us again if she finds out that we break the curfew and entered the library…

—Well… There is indeed another entrance, two if I can recall correctly —The voice of Emeritus the Third entered the room companied by Cirrus and Rain who were coming from a party outside the clergy’s domain— Si, one of them is behind a painting of the old man upstairs on the second floor and leads to the upper part of the library and the other I have no knowledge of it. Maybe is in the gardens of Primo, he usually goes to the library when he is not taking care of his garden…

—Excuse me Papa but if you knew about this… Why didn’t you tell us? —Swiss scoffed — It was our favorite place to sin!

—Because I was almost sure that our “dear” Sister Imperator had blocked the entrance upstairs. I don’t have the time to go and check but if it’s still available you could use it… And tell me if it works.

—So, you don’t get in trouble with Seestor? —Sodo mocked in nihil tone while talking about Imperator.

—Yes, she can be quite scary and the old man is completely under her control, I don’t want to mess around and find out what her punishments can be. Even Primo fears her. —He laughed a bit at his own confession and left the room, the ghouls looked at each other with smirks of anticipation on their faces. Who was going to be the first one to test their luck and enjoy the pleasures of the desert library?

Swiss decided that it was going to be him, so the next day he waited patiently for the library to open so he could "pick a book” from the second floor. As he walked into the library, he saw a couple of sleepy eyes in the reception corner. He assumed that she was the sister who lived next door and was messing up with his plans… If he could manage to seduce her, Sister Imperator would kick her of the job?

—Good morning, Sister…—Swiss smiled at her, showing a bit of his fangs while at it.

—Good morning…. — She looked at the ghoul and froze a bit. It was not the first time that she had seen the ghouls. Usually, she saw them at dinner seated next to Papa and the upper clergy, in the mass or the rituals. And they were amazing on stage, full of energy, moving the masses and being devoted to giving the best of them each time. But she had never seen one right there in front of her, and she was stunned. His greyish skin peeking through his hands and neck, the smell of musky cologne; probably not even cologne, just his own scent. It was intoxicating. Now she could understand a bit how easy it was for them to seduce both sisters and brothers in sin. His sole presence was intimidating yet at the same time magnetic.

—Oh, we have never met before, right? It’s a pleasure Sister…. —The smell grew stronger as the ghoul took a step closer to find the name in the desk — Sister….y/n?

—Eh…Y-Yeah…—She took a step back. She felt lightheaded with the smell, but at the same time she could not avoid the desire to keep indulging in the scent of the ghoul.— Nice to meet you…—She tried to make eye contact, but when her eyes locked with the ghoul, even through the mask, she felt like a scorching sensation growing from her stomach and traveling to her head. She lowered her gaze to the desk trying to find the registry book.

—Swiss, you can call me Swiss. —His grin extended a bit seeing how easy it was to flood her mind with his scent. It was a dirty trick but he was having a lot of fun with her. Maybe his plan of going to the second floor could wait a bit. Maybe he could tease her enough to make her fall. — I was wondering… Would you be bothered if I stay here and read some books? I would love to read something but in the ghouls den is a bit… difficult, you know? They are most of the day screaming and creating mayhem…—He tried to capture her gaze again and his voice made a soft change to a lower tone — And don’t get me wrong, I love mischief myself —He licked his lips before continuing, passing his tongue over the tip of one of his fangs. The poor sister was like a bunny in headlights, mesmerized with the sight in front of her. — But sometimes you need a place more… private and quiet to relax, right? —Taking a step closer to the desk, the ghoul pressed both of his hands onto the wood, looking at the hands of the sister who fidgeted with the pages of an old book. — Do… you… mind?

—O-Oh! Ehm…N-No! Not at all, I mean this is the library anyways and you have the same right as everyone here to use it. I’m just here to make paperwork and also organize a bit. It is really calm here so you could be here all day reading if you wanted to….—She took the book and opened in a new page, she wrote the date and then she looked at Swiss— Here, you need to sign here and then you have to bring the books that you are going to be using so I can take the register and before leaving, you need to sign again. That’s all.

Swiss watched how the sister wrote with wobbly hands his name next to the date and moved his hand slowly to take the pen from her and sign. When he brushed her fingers, he noticed how her heart rate increased, and how her cheeks blushed slightly. She was such a cutie; how could he tempt her even more? He was barely touching her, and she was already blushing. He was sure now that this was going to be completely amusing.

—Thank you, Sister… Would you recommend something? I know my fair share of books, but I don’t have any particular likings. —He was trying his best to keep eye contact, but she kept avoiding his gaze. But her body spoke volumes to him, her scent was sweet but as he kept talking, her body scent shifted a bit, a sweet and acidic smell, like a pomegranate. She was reacting as he expected and that delighted him.

—Eh… Well… Maybe something of Science Fiction if you want to. We have a bit of everything… Even gardening books. Papa Primo usually reads them while attending the garden...—She was talking a lot again, but she couldn’t stop it. Even if she wanted to, his sole presence made her keep talking — Or maybe some horror literature? I have a few favorites… Some Gothic literature could interest you also…

—Whatever you prefer Sister…—Swiss took some distance from the main desk while the sister moved towards one of the bookshelves searching for a specific book, The Picture of Dorian Grey, one of her favorites, but she couldn’t reach it. Before she could even ask for help, she felt Swiss body behind her, pushing her slightly against the bookshelf, trapping her between the books and his chest. The scent of the ghoul grew stronger flooding her lungs and leaving her lightheaded again. Swiss’ arm moved upwards and took the book, but kept his position and lowered his head to speak right behind the distraught sister ear.

—Is this what you want?...—He asked in a low deep voice, his breath colliding with her ear and sending shivers down her spine. She felt her thighs pressing against each other ever so slightly, as a way to control the pressure growing in her core. Swiss felt the change again in her smell, even more sweet but strong and acidic. He couldn’t help getting aroused, her scent was different of what he usually smelled in the sister’s. Her scent was stronger, and more addictive. At this point he could totally forget going to the second floor and find the door from the inside of the library. — The book?

—Yes…—Her voice was almost a soft whimper, her breathing was deep, almost like she wanted to drown in the smell of Swiss. She felt the heat of his body pressed against her back, and if she pressed a bit against the ghoul, she could swear that he was well built underneath his pants. Now she knew why it was so easy for them to seduce. Was it something natural to them?

—Well, thank you…—With more will that he thought he would need, Swiss backed up from the sister. Finally, she could breathe air again, but at the same time she felt a bit empty. — Do you mind if I sit there? —Swiss pointed a small armchair facing the desk, he wanted to test her will even further. He was having a blast and also, he wanted to have a small taste of that sweet, scented bunny who looked at him with her big eyes and blushed cheeks.

She went back to her desk, and he took a seat opening the book. The air felt heavy, and the tension was thick enough to be cut with razor, but she kept doing her work, trying her best to cool down a bit and keep her mind away from the ghoul in front of her. But her mind was betraying her; She thought on how would it feel being underneath him while he grabs her hair and pushes against her. Would he be like a beast? Maybe sweeter? How big it was? He was a ghoul! Maybe their proportions were different? Each one of those thoughts flooded her brain while trying to do her paperwork.

Her body was also betraying her; Her legs felt like gelatin, and she knew that her underwear was getting wetter by the minute. She couldn’t help it, it was like all of that scent drugged her, her whole body was feeling sensitive, but she needed to keep a straight face. She could not let go of herself. She needed to do her job and if she failed, Sister Imperator would probably kick her out of the abbey. She tried to focus on her papers until she looked up for a brief moment to where Swiss was seated, and then she got lost in the picture. Swiss with a couple of loose buttons in his shirt, seated with his legs wide open with the book on one hand and the other in his left thigh, going slowly from his knee close to his crotch and down again.

It was a slut move. He knew it, he wanted to keep going. Fuck the second entrance to the library, he was enjoying this so much. Her scent grew and he could almost taste her, her arousal. He felt the tightness in his pants. He was getting horny too, even his glare began to fail. He was going to take it even further. He took off his mask and left it on the table close to him, brushed a bit of his hair before returning to his "reading".

She almost choked when he took his mask out. If she already believed that he was handsome beneath the mask, reality hit her like a truck. He was gorgeous. He had a beard not too long but enough to cover his chin and jawline. His human glare was fading, and she could see the lines between his hair where his horns were and his skin, a warmer tone of grey, began to fade black towards his temples and hands. It was breathtaking. He couldn’t handle it as well as she thought, her arousal was making a pool between her legs. Damned ghoul, if she indulges, she was going to get in so much trouble with Sister Imperator.

Swiss was fully aware of the reactions of the sister. Her scent now was intoxicating him, he could feel her arousal, his glare giving up slowly and his pants were becoming tighter by the minute. But he still could play it cool. He moved a bit from the seat to accommodate himself and, without any shame, he grabbed his crotch and fixed his erection to release some pressure, moving it a bit inside his pants. And when he did this, he looked right into her eyes with a growing smirk.

—Is everything all right Sister y/n? You seem quite… uneasy —Uneasy was an understatement. She was dying from the inside; her legs would stop working at any minute; her lungs were burning, and her pussy was squelching as she pressed her legs tightly to relieve some of the pressure.

—Y-Yeah, it is fine, I’m just… It is really hot in here, maybe I should open a window…—She tried to walk but her body was making it difficult. When she left the desk, she could feel the gaze of the ghoul going up her legs.

—You know… Something about ghouls is that depending on the element we possess…We can change our body temperature. If you are so hot… Maybe I can cool you down —He pated one of his thighs with a sassy smirk.

—I don’t think that… it’s going to cool me down…—She walked closer to the armchair, almost hypnotized by the ghoul. She really wanted to let herself go, worship the ghoul in front of her, an almost primal desire. She was not a “prude” or anything, she has a couple of encounters under her sleeve, but she never felt something quite arousing as this weird play with Swiss, and she was about to fall into it.

—Just trust me, Sister… I’m a lot of things but not a liar…—When she was close enough, he grabbed her arm an made her sit in his lap. She let out a small moan and Swiss’ hands squeezed her thighs growling —I’m cold? … You are trembling…—He had this mischievous grin on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, but he hoped that she didn’t know what she was doing to him. His cock was pressing so hard against the seam of his pants, leaking precum and leaving a wet spot on the fabric. His tail was fast to travel beneath her back and positioning itself between her breast, cupping one of them. He needed her, his body was reacting like crazy. He was pretty sure that his “heat” season was far away, but he was feeling like he was in heat. Even thinking of keeping her a secret and just for him.

—Swiss, don’t, I can’t….

—Oh, why not? Seestor is not going to know… And I’m going crazy here… You smell delicious…—His face was hidden in her neck, taking deep breaths of her scent while caressing her legs. — Don’t lie to me Sister… You want this as much as I want this… I can smell it…—He moved one of his hands closer to the seam of her underwear, trying to pull it aside to touch, feeling in the fabric how wet she was; his fingers impregnating with her fluids.

—Swiss… N-No…I can’t. Y-You…. Sister Imperator is… is going to kill me…—She tried to move his hands away but couldn’t. Why was it so hard to say no? She wanted it so badly; her whole body was on fire. And his hands were cold, touching her so right. It has been so long since she let herself be caressed like that.

—I can smell how your scent drops from here… Right here —He was about to move her underwear aside finally touching her, he wanted nothing more at that point.

And then then someone moved the door, knocking a couple of times

—Sister y/n, I brought back the books of vegetables of the season.

Papa Emeritus the First, Primo.

She jumped from his lap as quickly as possible and went behind the desk again. Swiss walked into one of the corridors full of books, hiding from Primo’s sight. He was completely out of his human glare, with a hard on, sweating and gasping in complete heat. He was so close, she smelled so sweet. His frustration grew quickly. He remembered why he was there in the first place and got even more annoyed with the whole situation

Her legs were about to collapse, her underwear beneath her skirt was almost falling from her ass down to her knees. She felt how wet she was. She was completely flustered, gasping for a bit of air.

Primo was old, but not blind. And he was no fool. He knew exactly what was going on, but there was no one there besides her… and the suspicious ghoul mask. One of Copia’s ghouls.

—Sister… Are you okay? You seem quite… unwell…. —Or too well, but Primo was a gentleman, and he knew that she could get in trouble with Imperator.

—Yeah! I’m just… Is really hot here, and I been working…

—Alone? —He pointed out the mask with a sly smirk.

—O-Oh, eh…S-Swiss was helping me to … eh, reorganize some books of the upper shelf and well, he was more comfortable without the mask… B-But he …

—Here, Sister…. —Swiss’ voice was low. He was angry. — I finished. I’m leaving… Thanks for letting me… help. If you excuse me, Papa…. —He grabbed the mask and left as quickly as he could. He was pissed, he was horny also. He needed to take that anger out, and he needed to fuck. He had an amazing idea. He went up to the second floor of the abbey looking for the painting of the old man. When he finally found it, he tried to move it, trigger something to open that allegedly “secret corridor” but nothing happened. Until he realized that one of the eyes of the painting was sinking out slightly from the painting. He poked it looking at his surroundings, but it was early and most of the hallways were empty; the majority of siblings were preparing for the mass before lunch. And Sister Imperator was probably with the old man. The painting moved a bit, letting Swiss enter a small corridor. He followed and found that, indeed, it was connected with the library. He entered the library from the second floor, careful not to be discovered. And he overhead a conversation between the Sister and Primo.

—I-Its okay, Papa… I swear, Swiss was just helping me.

—I know, but if he oversteps, you should put him in his place, ghoul or not. You have my protection…—He was serious about that; he had a soft spot for her. When she was not working at the library, she would spend some time with Primo taking care of the garden. She looked at him as a fatherly figure between the clergy, even reminded her of her own grandpa who passed when she was younger.

—I will Papa, don’t worry… Besides, it’s just a ghoul. He is just… charming to the other sisters. —She was trying to put dirt on the fact that the ghoul almost fucked her. She needed to pretend that she didn’t care or even feel attracted to Swiss, even when down her legs she still was wet from her previous encounter. She knew that getting involved with a ghoul in that kind of way could mess her relationship with Sister Imperator; and the job, and keeping the room for herself, her own little sanctuary. Now that Swiss was gone, that his scent was gone, she was thinking with more clarity— He is just a ghoul like many others of the abbey… N-Nothing special…. —The aftershock of her body was killing her. Even though she felt wasted after the interaction, even when her whole body hurt and her legs felt stiff, she was doing her best to keep a smile and good position to avoid Primo of suspecting more of her situation, but in her insides one part of her was cursing the ghoul who put her in that position.

Swiss heard everything from the second floor. Even the lame advice from Primo.

Just a ghoul? Like others? Nothing special? Swiss sissed under his breath. He was going to show her that he was THE ghoul, he took that personally. Specially after almost fucking her. He flooded her mind just moments ago and now she said that he is “just a ghoul”, huh? Well, that ghoul was determined on fucking her, or hating her. Who did she believe she was? She is the main reason why they lost their soft spot at the library! If she wouldn’t move next door and accepted the job of “night guard”. And she was such a mess so easily, so eager for touch, for his touch… Her scent was still lingering on him. He went back to the den, complaining loudly about how annoying she was.

—Who does she think she is? She is just the new puppet of Imperator! A simple ghoul? Like she was not about to moan my name… That old bag of Primo screw me over, I swear… I’m going to go back to that fucking library and show her who is a “simple ghoul”.

Aether and Sodo were watching a movie, trying to prove a theory about Godzilla, really invested in a heated discussion when they heard the door slam and Swiss going off about something. They only picked a few pieces before the ghoul locked himself in the bathroom. They looked at each other and laughed a bit. Swiss already had troubles with the library sister? Sodo kept thinking to himself why she was so special, and how special, she didn’t let Swiss flirting pass? She mocked him. She managed to annoy him! And that already gave her good points. Aether was thinking in what type of trouble Swiss gave to the poor sister.

Swiss undressed and went into the bathtub, feeling the scorching water soothe his skin. He still smelled like her… His hands specially. He could only picture her with her big doe eyes that looked all flustered.  How sweet would she taste? How many times could he make her cum? He was sure that he could make her pass out of pleasure. He closed his eyes and let his imagination wander around. Her smell was so delicious, so sweet and also acid; her voice was so sweet and that little moan she let out, he was sure that she would sound even greater moaning his name while he thrusts inside of her. And he didn’t even see her naked. He was sure that she was a piece of art underneath the dress. He took one of his hands to his face to wash it and then the smell on his fingers hit his nostrils, the sweet scent… He was hard again. He blamed himself for being so aroused, maybe his heat season started early. That sister could not have such power over him. Maybe she didn’t even smell that good and it’s his heat that made him react like that to her.

He lowered his free hand to his cock, stroking it under the water. With his eyes closed he tried to think in any of the sisters or brothers that he fucked with, trying to erase her from his mind but, after a couple of minutes the scent from his fingers returned. He kept that hand close to his nose and mouth, sniffing like a wild animal. Hating himself for being so heated just by her smell, he strokes his cock faster, thrusting his hips into his hand while gasping for more. In his mind, she was with him in that armchair; he was fucking her reverse cowgirl style, squeezing her breast that bounced at the rhythm of his thrusts. The water in the bathtub was spilling from the sides every time he moved his hips; his moans and growls were loud, his tail was going over his chest, moving and pressing the tip of his dick every time he pushed up.

—Mngh… y/n… I’m going to…

He kept his thrusts, and he could swear that he heard her moans, her slutty mouth moaning his name while bouncing on his cock, looking cock drunk and asking him for more… How she needed him to fuck the devil out of her, him knotting her down leaving her as a fucking mess on that fucking desk. With a few more thrust and a deep growl he came, almost all of the water was spilled so he ended up seated in a hot puddle of water with cum all over his chest, gasping a bit for air. After the bliss went out, he took a cold shower and cleaned his mess (before Sunshine scolded him for leaving the floor all wet).

He got prepared for the night mass, and while preparing himself, his mind was thinking about how he was going to get his revenge on the doe-eyed sister. He needed to prove to himself that it was a heat thing, she was nothing special. Just another sister. And in that moment, he thought about the perfect revenge. He couldn’t wait to see her at the mass. 

A.N : Hey! I finally got some time for myself; university took the best part of my time and mental health that's for sure. But one of the things that kept me going was the marvelous amount of fanfiction that I had been reading from the ghouls and the Papas. So now that I have some time, I finally decided to give it a go. English is not my first language so, again it is a bit of a challenge. Some information about the fic and the chapters that are coming; I do not plan to give this fic a "monogamous" treatment, reader is probably going to have encounters with most of the ghouls and Terzo/Copia (I have a special plan for Secondo and Primo) but I do want to give it a sort of "pick your own ending". This fic has plot, but also there are going to be chapters of full smut no plot or some full plot no smut chapters. I'm really exited about working on this. Thanks again to everyone who I mentioned earlier and thanks to everyone who read likes and support this fic.

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First Love Headcanons: Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

↳ Gender neutral Reader with they/them pronouns. Implied the reader is shorter than Bucciarati? Canon-divergent. The reader is not made out to be very morally upright and is hinted at having a rough past.

A/n: Doing another one of these has been on my mind for a while now. Thank you to the lovely person below for the request! I hope y’all enjoy. <3

Warning(s): None.

There’s no time in Bruno Bucciarati’s schedule for a relationship.

Growing up in the mob kept him focused on the ‘family’ that took him in. It was his purpose, and the only reason he was able to support his father as well as himself. Before he learned the truth of the organization’s operations, he felt a pride in even the… messier aspects of his work.

Eventually finding a disconnect between it and his own morals leaves an empty spot in his heart. A shame so deeply buried within him that even the members slowly joining his team know little of it how deeply it affects him.

He now goes on with his work as normal, all while feeling like a bit of a hypocrite. His heart feeling so betrayed it needs little to push him towards full betrayal on his part.

Surely, a relationship would only muddy the waters.

All the cute girls that wave to him as he passes by on the street… who of them would be able to take such baggage? How could he expect anyone to? He wouldn’t have it in him to willingly bring anyone into this lifestyle, if his reluctance to let Narancia join is anything to go by.

Barely an adult and already he’s responsible for a small handful of people. Though, that thought never crosses his mind, as he’s unfortunately felt like an adult for an unfair amount of time.

And despite his own inner turmoil over his position in Passione, he’s formed meaningful relationships through the members of his team.

He’s the connection that binds them together, the head of their group, and by proxy the head of their little family. The purpose that the organization originally gave him now lands on the shoulders of his motley crew.

It’s them that keeps him going in spite of it all.

He finds his heart still beating, still moved each time he brings someone underneath his wing. That alone is good enough for a man like him.

No… there’s no time in Bruno Bucciarati’s schedule for a relationship.

And so, with that thought constantly repeated in his mind, he didn’t at all bat an eye when your own need eventually brought you to Passione’s metaphorical doorstep.

In your mind, it must’ve felt like fate.

Reaching for assistance at lowest point, you were subtly pointed toward one Bruno Bucciarati.

You don’t know what you expecting from the mafioso. A degree of harshness or coldness, perhaps. Only to be greeted with a hearty meal and an understanding personality so moving you fell into the trap of the mob right then and there.

How could you hope not to? When all you saw in that moment was a pair of gentle blue eyes looking at you with unspoken empathy, allowing you to speak freely despite his status as a gang leader.

So when he gave you an offer, you could only accept with newfound vigor.

The next couple of days felt like a blur, a change to your very view of your own psyche is made when it is suddenly able to manifest something you soon knew to call a stand. It is life altering to you, yet mundane to Bucciarati.

That kept you grounded.

Exiting a prison, golden broach in your hand, there’s no pit in your stomach that usually occurs when you lie straight to someone’s face. You had looked up at Polpo- an impossibly intimidating capo -and told him a lie. Said you’d kept the lighter on for 24 hours, and he… took your word for it, creepily enough.

You’re observant, able to discern that you were never meant to actually keep the lighter on the whole time, that the goal all along was to acquire a stand.

Distantly, you remember telling yourself as you left the prison that you ought to grow accustomed to lying anyways.

You didn't chose the mafia to be a player in your future, but life hardly goes the way people want.

And lying to a man like Polpo really didn’t feel like it counted anyways.

Still, Bruno’s reaction to your own twisted priorities was a darkly comforting one. It made you feel better about the coming days ahead:

Bruno Bucciarati finds himself checking his watch a third time, standing just a few yards away from a prison’s main entrance. Not many people like to pass by the looming building, leaving him alone and not likely to be recognized by anyone- Passione member or not.

He sighs, This should not be taking this long.

There’s only so much he can check the area around him before he starts looking suspect. Not that there’s much hustle and bustle in the surrounding area to distract himself with. A familiar impatience bubbles within his stomach, one that only occurs when he’s about to introduce his team to a new member.

Well… hopefully.

Before he starts growing gray hairs, he hears the prison gate creak open. Turning his head, he finally notices your figure exiting the large entrance with prison guards escorting you.

A smile finds its way onto his face, a gesture you return as you approach him. Once the gate is closed, and the two of you are left without any watchful eyes, you subtly gesture with your arm. The action causes his attention to move towards your hand that shows off a little golden broach in your hand.

He gives a nod, and you don’t waste time before shoving the little piece of gold into your pocket. Just as you do, you halt your footsteps- now standing close enough to hold a casually quiet conversation.

Every one of your movements are noticed and dissected within his mind, something you clearly understand just by looking at your poised body language. That, or you’re still on alert from talking to Polpo.

“I was beginning to think I’d have to go in there myself,” he jests lightly, though there’s not much actual humor in his voice. “Afraid I’d find you there attempting to choke the capo out.”

“The thought didn’t cross my mind,” you reply, a trying smile playing on your lips. You appear much more collected than the day you first met him, a detail he’s glad to see. “That would be an awful first impression of my own loyalty, wouldn’t it?”

Ah, so either Y/n is simply that nervous, or Polpo’s words actually got to them. Bruno shakes the thought off, as the distinction is not worth dwelling over right at this moment.

“One of your new teammates was damn near close to trying to pull a stunt like that in the past-“ he doesn’t miss how your eyes brighten up at his roundabout way of welcoming you to his team. You joining it went without saying, but the subtle omission being enough to make you look so inspired is something he can already tell he’ll find endearing about your personality. “-But no matter… walk with me, please.”

You do as you’re asked, something Bruno does not care take note of.

It's the one part of your behavior he doesn't quietly run through his brain. It’s your first day after all, he’ll see in a weak how well you actually listen to him. His experience with the others has taught him as much.

“I do have to admit…” you speak up when he doesn’t, “Lying to him didn’t make me feel bad at all.”

He turns to you, something flickering in his gaze before he lets out a soft chuckle. His smile now seems a little less formal, and the amusement on his face looks more natural. “If that’s an omission of guilt, then you’ll be an interesting change of pace.”

“It is,” you admit, figuring there’s no need to put up a front for a man this observant, “Lying to someone is almost worse than killing them.”

“How do you figure?” Bruno raises an eyebrow, not batting an eyelid at your statement. Honestly, the first time the two of you met, your words were much more morbid.

“Well… lying leaves room for feelings to stir within me or the person of interest. It lets emotions fester inside of people. Killing stops all regrets or feelings of betrayal- stopping everything, you understand? That, I can live with. A bad mark on my heart I find more difficult to walk away from."

It’s no surprise he’s silent after that, but his hesitation does take you off guard.

Oh, god, was that too loose-lipped? It’s easy to feel comfortable around Bucciarati. Far too easy. He’s the type of man that makes people inclined to open up. You always talked casually before about macabre things. Isn’t that normal for a mafioso? What if-

“No need to be nervous, L/n; I’m already impressed by you. You’ll do well with us.”

Oh.

Something about his words, spoken so calmly without even looking over at you, have a calming effect to them. Just a week into knowing him, and already you’re slowly growing accustomed to his genuine yet subdued warmth.

As Bruno drones on about Passione and its systems- more specifically his duties that directly trickle down into being your duties -you can’t help but let your mind wander a little to a distinction you made when you first met him.

Bruno Bucciarati’s fundamentally different.

There’s a kindness to him you never would’ve expected from someone in a gang. It kept you nodding along as you spoke, and distantly you felt as though your entire future is in the palm of his hand.

And scarily enough, you were fine with that.

Him being a sort of exception was a thought you assumed yourself to be mad for making, at least, until you found out the others on the team noticed the exact same thing.

All while Bruno himself only looks at you and sees your potential to grow.

A place in his team… something that he’s always well-spotted. An intuition he’s not once been wrong with before, so there’s a degree of confidence there as well that rubs off on you.

You got his attention in a familiar way, and after you join the team, you’re his responsibility and his purpose- just as the others are.

He’s just your leader. Nothing more, nothing less.

That said, he grows to appreciate the genuine gratefulness you offer him in a… special way.

The others are thankful for him too, and he knows that fact, but it’s nice to here the sentiment so openly and often in nature. And in the tones of your voice, it’s especially calming.

He’s really just making excuses for himself, but it was early on enough where it was okay.

That’s what’ll first make Bruno truly see you as not only a member of his team, but a member of his little found-family. The not-so-subtle ways you show that you want to be with them and a part of what they do… how could he hope to not find that charming?

Your softer side, however you chose to express it, is never missed by a man like Bruno. He easily recognizes it, and almost immediately respects you for it.

Hell, after a while, he relies on you for it.

There’s little in his life that’s more grounding than a gentle expression, thick with anticipation, displayed on your face after each mission you’re not a part of.

You always check up on the returning members as soon as possible, making sure everyone is up and moving. “I won’t be able to relax unless I see for myself that you’re all okay,” he recalls you saying on the matter. The fact that it’s how you treat everyone on the team only makes the relaxing feeling sink in deeper.

It’s not long before he sees you as a genuine soul, and he’d consider himself to be a fool if he didn’t recognize that.

Since the very beginning, Bruno’s personality has touched you emotionally. And although he always saw a sort of spark in you, getting to really know you- becoming your friend in tantum with acting as your superior -allows him to see that little spark for what it actually is.

Genuine care for the people you’re close to. An eye for good natured people, and a responding gentleness. Couple that with a darker, more proactive role during missions or anything work-related, and Bruno finds himself falling back on you more than he’d care to admit.

The others, though? They have no hang-ups over mentioning it. It gets to a point where- specifically Fugo, Mista, and Narancia -start to complain about Bruno showing you a degree of ‘special treatment.’

Mista and Narancia’s complaining jabs are easily shot down with only a look, but Fugo proved to be a lot more serious about it.

To the extent to where an argument or two emerges between them. Fugo insistant in his observations, trying to get Bruno to at least admit he treats you differently than the rest. But Bruno remained headstrong, stubborn in his belief that he would always treat his subordinates equally.

He’s just your boss. Nothing more, nothing less.

In the months that pass, when you’ve since naturally found your place on the team, at what point did that start to be the common refrain playing in his mind?

At what point does he go from insisting he has no time for a relationship at all, to continuously having to remind himself he’s your boss?

And that question alone tugs at his heartstrings in a manner he’s not quite used to. It’s a delightful feeling, but it is foreign.

For a man like Bruno Bucciarati, it’s not so much a refusal to believe he could be developing feelings, but a worry if he should even do anything about the attraction.

That said, it does take him some time to realize his own feelings due to his position as a boss to you and out of sheer unfamiliarity with the subject.

He’s not too obvious as to receive knowing looks from the others whenever he’s around you (Which is often). Hell, Mista even admitted to him much later that Narancia didn’t even notice until Fugo told him to start paying attention.

And after a certain point, Bruno has to admit it to himself and does so with surprising ease. It may have taken some time, he may have been stubborn speaking with Fugo, but he won’t continue to lie to himself. He’s old enough to know when he needs to swallow his pride and admit Fugo was onto something, if only a little.

And after that point of realization, his own love language starts to naturally shine through a bit more.

Bruno generally prefers acts of service and quality time when showing his affection. Cheeky and openly flirtatious, you may have assumed he’s been in relationships before given his confidence.

He’s always had a special care for you when it comes to missions... but now he finds himself offering to help you with grocery shopping. Or paying for a maid to clean up your home when you’ve had a particularly busy week, and offhandedly mentioned needing to clean once.

What? You thought he would forget? That only makes him chuckle smugly, prompting him to lean to eye-level and ask you, “What kind of man do you think I am?”

It seems like he remembers everything that pours from your lips. Always listening to you intently, and never brushing you off.

And during down time, Bruno naturally finds himself preferring to spending it in your company. A lot. Preferably alone, thank you very much.

The two of you even began to start watching TV shows with one another. And neither of you would dare to watch ahead without the other. It’s usually true crime shows, comedies, or shitty soap operas.

All this time with you after realizing his feelings... and they only grow- to his personal panic. The more he stays at your side the more he would hate to ever leave it.

So this is what it's like... he remembers thinking while lounging around, and watching a movie with you one evening. This is.... what I’ve been missing my whole life.

As beautiful as the feeling you bring him is, should he... really do anything about it?

He can see that look in your eyes when it’s just the two of you, a gleam that speaks of an internal joy you’re not sharing with him just as he refuses to share with you.

He gets a sneaking suspicion that you like him the exact same way he’s grown to adore you. And Christ almighty- what’s he supposed to do with that?

Yet, even though you’re a part of Passione, meaning he needs not to stress over bringing you into something so dangerous unwillingly... he is still hesitant.

His care for you so often is expressed through worry, something he usually handles with authority and maybe even harsh words if he deems it necessary.

But this is far more personal, and he can only mull it over by himself. He’s not the type to bring it up to others, not even Abbacchio.

If he reached for you... and the two of you began something real; something official... it would be a no-brainer for enemies to target either of you in order to send some sort of message.

He can’t stand the thought of your broken heart, and absolutely refuses to think of something like that happening to you.

Then again, if a bit morbid, he eventually realizes the result would still be the same with the way things are now. Only, it’d be coupled with Bruno's deep regret over not having said anything to you.

He can only wonder if you’d feel the same, and at the end of the day, he really does think that would be the case.

And it’s around the time he’s fully digesting this, that you end up genuinely taking him aback. Acting before he can begin convincing himself to make the first move:

Giorno, Fugo, and Mista walk behind Bucciarati, looking up at him in silent awe.

If you were to look into each of their eyes, you could likely peace together what they’re thinking while looking upon the freshly appointed capo. Opportunity twinkles within their gazes, all coming from a sincere place of respect for their leader.

You, however, are not looking at them.

As Bruno approaches the rest of his team, anticipation turns into cheers and hollers of excitement from the others standing next to you. Abbacchio has the widest smile on his face you’ve seen since Giorno entered the picture, yet your gaze stays glued onto Bruno throughout the nearly youthful display of glee.

He’s noticeably silent and calm. It’s like there’s no off switch to him- likely already going through the duties now landing on his lap due to his promotion within his mind. He’s not going to want to take the night off, no doubt wanting to get down to business.

Your heart swells despite the slight strain on it. It’s so like him to be that way in a time like this, but… I can’t help but wish he’d celebrate… if only a little, you find yourself thinking.

“Mista… guys, please,” Bruno tries to calm the two (In all honesty, Giorno’s ‘celebrating’ amounted to simply smiling) excited boys walking beside him, waving his hand.

Mista goes on about how everyone must celebrate somehow, still lecturing as they finally approach and reunite with the rest of the group. His words go over Bruno’s head, however, a fond smile making its way onto his face when he turns to meet your gaze.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline from him finally achieving the well-deserved position. Feeling so proud of him that your body jerks forward without thinking. Maybe it’s the excitement of everyone else rubbing off on you, and simply causes you to act without thinking.

All you do care to think as your feet move you right up to Bruno is, To hell with it. If he won’t start celebrating on his own; I’m making him celebrate.

Bruno opens his mouth to speak as you move well within his personal space, but is cut off by the swift movement of your hand tightly grabbing the collar of his jacket. One good tug of your arm and your pulling him toward you, lips meeting with his eyes widely open in surprise.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!”

Fugo’s exclamation, along with startled gasps from everyone else melt away the moment you feel Bruno melt into the kiss and reciprocate.

He follows your lead, gently sighing against your lips when you neglect to take your hand off his collar. His arms, which you’ve always found to be so comforting, snake around your waist. He keeps you securely in his hold, and your other hand flies to cup his jaw.

After a moment or two, the kiss breaks. Bruno looks at you as you pull away, eyes still wide and mouth gently agape. It’s enough to make you chuckle, seeing him so cutely taken aback by both your and his own spontaneous actions.

���Congratulations, capo,” you smoothly whisper, finally removing yourself from his hold. “You earned it.”

“I-… thank you, Y/n,” he responds softly, a smile growing on his face.

As much as you’d like to hold onto the gentle intimacy of the moment you just shared with him, movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. Shifting your gaze, you catch a glimpse of Fugo silently sliding some cash over to a smug-looking Abbacchio.

No… they didn’t…

“Did you-“ you breath, embarrassment beginning to boil inside your stomach and fuel the rising volume of your voice, “-Did you assholes bet on us!?”

“It’s Fugo’s fault for assuming Bucciarati would make the first move,” Abbacchio replies dryly, scoffing as if it’s beneath him.

“Excuse me!?” you and Fugo shout in tandem.

The team erupts in accusations and yelling, the celebration over nearly three minutes after it began. Bruno can only smile at his team, not expecting anything less.

And just like you moments ago, he cannot take his eyes off you.

It’s moments like those that serve as a reminder as to why it’s Bucciarati that leads the team.

Still… the smile playing on his lips that day did not falter once after your sudden display of affection. It was a beautiful, unexpected thing… much akin to how you entered his life.

The two of you were much closer after that event. Other members of Passione outside the team noticing another that’s always at the young capo’s side. Whispers and rumors flood Naples of your relationship… but he never pays them any attention.

He knows what the two of have, and he’s confident in saying that it’s love.

After all, all that matters to him is you staying at his side… even behind closed doors. He’s never experienced something like this before in his life, but now that he has you held in his arms, he never wishes to let you go.

[swiss-mrs]

EDDIE MUNSON X SINCLAIR!READER

just me rambling on again about how Eddie loves a black woman from infinity to infinityyyy

there's a 'face claim' under the cut because i said so. you've been warned

okay, listen here.

Ever since your family moved to Hawkins, life has been... different

You just turned 13 when your family uprooted to the small town in Indiana. Lucas was 10, and Erica was only 6.

It was a bit easier for your younger siblings to adjust, but you had to start fresh during your last year of middle school, going into high school. That sucked like a bitch.

Transitioning from a larger city with a decent mix of races to a predominantly white town was about as smooth as it sounded, not at all.

Though racism was not terrible, there were plenty of backhanded compliments, passive aggressiveness, and snarky comments.

You were always so "well-spoken", "well-mannered", "presentable".

You didn't "sound black".

You didn't "act black".

You were "pretty for a black girl."

Whatever the fuck that means.

You knew that begging your parents to move elsewhere was not an option, waste of time, so you always knew that the moment you had the chance, you weren't gonna stick around for too long.

Going into high school at the end of '82, just shy of a year after moving into Hawkins, was how yours and Eddie's paths crossed, just barely.

Since you could practically count on one hand how many black families were in Hawkins's population, not knowing one another by name was near impossible.

You know Jeff by proxy.

Your parents knew each other, and you were the same age, so of course you knew each other.

You wouldn't call him a friend per se, but you were friendly enough to exchange quick greetings in passing.

Jeff was with three older kids when you passed him in the hall.

A chubby, curly haired, white boy, a pale brunette girl, and a slim, lanky kid who looked like he was trying to grow out a bad haircut, all of which were decked out in jean and leather.

The polite smile and wave he gave made the lanky boy to turn and see who Jeff was waving at.

As soon as you caught each other's eyes, his curious expression turned into a lovestruck one.

You didn't pay much attention to it, though.

"Who is that?"

"Oh, no one. She's just the daughter of some friends of my parents."

Since you were in separate grades, you didn't regularly cross paths with any of the people you saw with Jeff often, but you did end up having an elective class with the brunette girl.

It was a couple of weeks in when you were partnered up with her for a project.

"Veronica is my government name. Call me Ronnie."

During lunch, Ronnie mentioned to Jeff how adorable you were.

"You got to meet her?!"

Ronnie would then go on about how you were so nice and polite, but you were also extremely smart and sassy.

She got to witness your wit first hand when you made a sneaky comeback at someone who gave one of those stupid 'for a black girl' comments.

"I think Eddie is going to blow a fuse."

"You got to meet HER?!"

The boy was starstruck every time you would unknowingly pass him in the hall or when he saw you from across the cafeteria.

"Would you just go up and talk to her, numbnuts?" Ronnie would say as she smacked the back of his head when she caught him staring a bit too hard.

"I can't just 'go up' to her!"

"The fuck not?"

He'd reply with silence, not really knowing what answer to give.

You were too good for him? He'd have no chance? You'd dismiss him? Reject him? What would he even say?

"I wouldn't know what to say..."

"Maybe try, 'Hello'."

He spent the next four years pining over you from a distance.

Now, in your senior year, you were more excited than anything to get out of this shit hole.

The cute super super senior with the loud mouth, long hair, and less than stellar reputation had always caught your eye, but you both still had yet to actually say anything to each other. Paths never crossing further than beyond the hallway.

You never bothered to make a move on him.

You were convinced that you weren't his type, or anyone's type for that matter, especially not here.

But you're both seniors now.

Much to Eddie's surprise and delight, you now had classes together.

He never once liked being in high school for longer than necessary, but here he was, oddly thankful for being held back.

Your schedules are almost completely aligned, save for the fact that you had a couple honors classes.

For the first few days of your senior year, Eddie was a ball of anxiety every time you were around.

He sat either behind or beside you in the back of all your shared classes.

It wasn't until one fateful Tuesday, in the second week of that school year, that your pen ran out of ink, and you finally said your first words to him.

"Hey, do you have a pen I can barrow?"

You were turned around in your seat to look at him behind you. He was stuck for a few beats before he blinked away his shock.

"Uh, y-yeah. Here." He handed you the very pen he was using to doodle in his notebook instead of actually taking notes.

The small smile and the gentle brush of your fingers against his nearly made his heart stop on the spot.

He was absolutely gone.

It was in that moment that he realized he'd never properly heard your voice before.

He wanted to hear it again.

You even remembered/bothered to give him his pen back at the end of that class.

He spent every single one of his classes for the remainder of that day coming up with a full ass tactical plan to approach you.

Every day that passed, he for some fucking reason just couldn't find the right moment to put his plan in action.

It wasn't until a few weeks later when you threw his plan through a loop.

You showed up to a Hellfire meet just as they were all leaving out the drama room.

He heard your voice coming from outside once some of the freshman members walked out the door.

"Hey, Baby Bro! How'd it go? Have fun?"

Eddie eyes widened, and he stilled for a second before he dropped what he was doing to rush out the door.

He tried to play off his stumbling by leaning against the wall right outside the door.

"Oh, Hey! You're in this club too?"

"This is Eddie. He leads the club." Your little brother's curly haired friend, Dustin, clarified immediately.

Before Eddie could give Dustin a look to 'shut the fuck up before he ruined his shot', you raised your brows with somewhat of an impressed look on your face.

"Oh, so you're Eddie."

The way his name rolls off your tongue makes him want to melt into the floor.

All the false confidence he once had completely depleted, and he was back at a loss for words. Thank God you didn't leave room for him to make a fool of himself.

"The boys talk so highly of you. Thank you for looking after them for a couple hours after school. See you tomorrow!"

He watched, awestruck, as you walked away with your brother and his friends.

"Y-Yeah, no problem!" He'd finally yell after you a you made it to the exit doors.

You turned to wave bye before fully exiting the building to the mostly vacant parking lot.

Eddie waved back weakly.

"See you tomorrow." He says to himself in the empty hallway, still waving even after you couldn't see him anymore.

A cheesy grin would grow on his face as he went back into the drama room to collect his DM stuff.

"Holy shit. You actually exchanged words!" Jeff would say.

"~See you tomorrow~" Gareth mocks, clasping his hands together, resting them on his cheek and batting his eyelashes.

Eddie glares at the younger drummer. "Shut up, asshole."

Early October is when he finally leaned forward to ask you a question.

"Hey, I don't really understand what's going on. Could you help me?"

There it was.

You accepted, falling right into his hands.

His plan was now officially in motion.

You were smart and nice. Of course, you would help tutor him.

Eddie knew that would work.

You were well aware of his academic status, or rather lack thereof.

You couldn't help but let that little 'I can fix him' part of your teenage brain take over.

You really wanted to help him pass and graduate, ESPECIALLY since he reached out to you for help.

You couldn't say no. wtf

You two had spent all of October studying together.

Even though he was distracted by you most of the time and always going off topic to get to know you, he actually was kind of learning something.

A win-win for him.

"Hey, so, uh, you know, Halloween is right around the corner, and, uh, there's a special rescreening of 'Alien' this weekend. Would you, uh, you know, if you're into it, would you like to go see- watch it, like, with me, I mean?"

The question came at the end of your recent study/tutoring session.

Over the last few weeks, you had shown nothing but kindness towards Eddie. You two even had conversations with one another out in the open, outside of the safe privacy of the library.

He finally had the courage to ask you out.

You hesitated.

"Oh, uh..."

Your apprehension was not for the reason he was thinking, but it was enough for his mind to start caving in on itself.

"I mean, I just want to show you my appreciation, you know, for all your help. There's no- no pressure at all. I get it if you don't wanna be seen with me too much. I won't blame you."

His response takes you aback.

"Hold on. That's not what I was trying to get across at all."

Your firm tone made his chest tighten with anxiety. If that wasn't it, what was it? Did you have plans already? Maybe with a boyfriend? Shit, why didn't Eddie make sure to get your current relationship status out of you before asking.

"It's just that, uh, I'm kind of a... wuss... with scary movies. The sci-fi part of it seems intriguing enough, but I heard that it was pretty scary... The Boys snuck the VHS during one of their movie nights a couple years ago. I just remember Lucas being on edge for weeks after watching it." You chuckled nervously.

Eddie chuckles, relieved by your answer.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be there to protect you from all the monsters." The use of his DM voice at the end goes straight to the pit of your stomach like hot coals.

You hold back a girlish giggle, not wanting to show how much that effected you.

"Okay, fine, but if I fail our test due to a lack of sleep, I'm blaming you."

After you agree to go on a date with him, he fully unleashes his inner flirt.

His surprising change in attitude towards you makes butterflies erupt within you.

His overt flirting brings out your sassy side as you two go back and forth.

That movie-dinner date was the first of many.

Eddie wasn't huge on physical PDA.

He was always super respectful and reserved in public, but he almost always made a show of you.

"There she is! The most beautiful woman to ever exist!"

"Look at her. A goddess among us mortals!"

"Here she comes! Make way for the queen!"

You eventually got used to his over the top antics, going from telling his to "shut up" with a shy grin to just embracing your new 'royalty status' with your head held high and a bright smile.

You'd been dating for months.

Your tutoring actually helped raise Eddie's grades, especially after you told him how much you wanted him to graduate with you this year.

Come spring, Lucas is now unsuccessfully splitting his time between Hellfire and basketball.

When Dustin and Mike bring in the third Sinclair into the drama room, Eddie can't help but cave quickly once she shows off her dnd knowledge.

Erica definitely gets her sass from you, though she's a lot more blunt with it.

Eddie can't help but form a huge soft spot for her, even after the game is over.

While Erica, Dustin, and Mike were waiting in your car to leave, Eddie stopped you.

"So, you know, we've been dating for quite a while now-"

"Five months and counting." You beamed.

Eddie grinned happily. So, you were keeping count.

"Yeah, soon enough it'll be six, then seven, then ten, then 12, then-"

"OK, OK" you giggled. Eddie's smile only got bigger.

"So, I was wondering..." That shy boy who could barely ask you on a first date returns, bringing a soft grin to your face. "Do you... Would do... I... Will you be my... my girlfriend?"

"Of course." You smiled without missing a beat.

"Really?!"

As the news sunk deeper and deeper, it became harder and harder for him to physically contain his excitement.

He jumped up and down, grabbing you by the shoulders to pull you into a hug, bouncing up and down with you in his arms.

Your shared laughter filled the empty parking lot of Hawkins High.

From that moment on, the word 'girlfriend' was used in place of your own name for months.

"I'm convinced you've forgotten my name."

"I could never forget such a thing, girlfriend~"

He introduced you to metal music.

You introduced him to leave in conditioner.

You two were high school sweethearts, ones that would last forever.

🥹🥹🥹

[nameless-ghoul-trash]

Sodo x F!Ghoul!Reader Pt.2

As requested, here is part 2 for my Sodo x Ghoul Reader. It's my first full smut, but I hope it meets your expectations!

MINOR DNI

Word count: 1.2k

Lightly proofread

Warnings: P in V, fingers, oral female receiving, degradation, slight praise. (If I missed any, let me know)

Part 1

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   The moment the door to Sodo's room closed, he pushed you against the wall. His lips landed on yours as his body presses into you. Slotting his leg between your thighs, the feeling his throbbing erection sends shivers down your spine. The fire low in your stomach grows with every touch, kiss, and sound. Growling Sodo grinds into you, his knee catching on all the right places. "You're always such a brat. Always so naughty." Kissing his way from your jaw to your caller bone, you turn your head to the side to give him better access. Grabbing you, he swung around and pushed you on the bed. "Strip." He demands taking his own clothes off. You happily do as you're told, but you're taking your time. Slowly bringing the hem of your shirt up, you lock eyes with him. Finally, bring it over your head. You let it fall to the ground. Then you go for your bra.

   Once your top half is bare, you reach down to work on your bottom half. With an impatient rumble, he loops his fingers into your waistband and pulls off your pants and underwear. Throwing your legs over his shoulders he lowers himself, bring his face to your exposed pussy. "Look at you so wet for me already." He drags a finger down yours slick, and brings it to his mouth.

   Sucking his finger clean, he held eye contact. Pulling his hand away from his face, he uses it to push you thighs open further and brings his face closer. Running his split tongue over your clit causing you inhale sharply and arch your back. He pulled away. "You want more of that." He taunted. "Yes!" You nod, tail thuding on the mattress. Flicking your clit again, he taunts you.  "How bad?"  "So bad. Please. Please. Please!" You sounded so needy. You were so fucking turned on and sensitive. Reaching down you intertwined your fingers in his long hair, griping his right horn with one hand. You use your grip to pull his face closer as you thrust up, needing the feeling of him giving your clit his undivided attention. Slowly he wraps his arms around your thighs and pressed his hands to you hips effectivly holding you down.

   "You've been such a naughty girl, tho. Naughty little slut. Giving me such a hard time. All the sass and sarcasm. The insults." His voice had a teasing tone in it. "Maybe I should just take what I want, leave you wanting. Leave you to think about your actions." At the last word he blows on your clit. You give a drawn out whine. "Please! Please, I need you!" You beg. Growling he finally began his assault on you aching pussy. Moaning at the sensation you tighten your grip on his hair.

   Drawing one of his hands lower, he replaced his tongue with his thumb and proceeded to tongue fuck you. The feeling of his ghoulishly long slipt tongue abusing your hole had your mind going blank, ripping a series of moan from you. The coil in the pit of your stomach begins to tighten. As he goes down on you like a man starved you can feel yourself getting close. Arching your back as that coil begins to come undone, the sensation stops. Let's out an unceremonious whine, your tail thuds on the bed, clearly irritated with the loss. Looking back at him, he smirks. Unraveling your hands from his hair you bring your fingers to your pussy to try and finish the job. Before you can make contact he grips your wrist. "Only good girls get to cum."  Standings, he brings his free hand to his cock, giving it a few lazily strokes. "Get on your hands and knees."  He let go of your wrist and motioned for you to move.

   Flipping around, you settle with your ass in the air.  Grabbing a hole of both ass cheeks, he spreads your lips with his thumbs and runs one through the ever growing pool of arousal. "Such a little slut. Your dripping wet." The sound you let out only fuel the fire. Pushing two long fingers in he sets a small pace, scissoring every few strokes. "You going to let me fuck you rough like a good girl?"  He produces a low rumble deep in his chest when you moan out a needy yes. He hastily removed his fingers from you. Rubbing the slick on the tip of his cock he lines himself up, keepingone handon your hip. In one fluid motion he drives into you, giving little time to adjust to his size.

   You both let out a moan as he bottomed out. "Take this cock so good." Pulling almost all the way out he slams back into you setting a brutal pace. Reaching he grabs ahold of your shoulder, fingers curling lightly around your throat. Using this new found leverage he drills in to you harder. Your tail wraps tightly around his forearm.  "So good. Feels so good." You could barely get the words out, so taken by the sense of him abusing your pussy. You are startled by the flat of Sodos tail rubbing aggressive circles on your neglected clit. More unintelligible word spill from your mouth mixed with heavy moans. The tight coil slowly begins to return.

   Sodo groans when your walls clinch around him. "You little whore. You love my cock deep inside you." Keeping his pace he pushes your shoulders down so your face is in the mattress. The new angle causing him to hit that sweet spot inside you. "Right there! Keep going! Please! Please! Please! Please! Don't stop!" You plead to him, moans racking your body. "You going to be a good girl for me?" He taunts. "Yes! Yes I'll be good! I'll be so good!" You cry out, the coil tight and ready to snap. He let's out a pleased grumble. After a few more thrust the coil snaps. A sob tears through you, your body trembling. Moaning he doesn't slow down working you through your orgasm. "That's it. Good girl."  His  thrusts begin to get sloppy and his breath uneven. With a low groan he comes to a full stop, filling your pussy with his cum.

   You unravel your tail from his arm, allowing him to let you go. Getting up, Sodo made his way to the bathroom attached to his room. You slide into the bed, staying face down. Sodo returning a minute or two later with a warm wash cloth walks back over to you. He had already taken care of himself. "Here, let me clean you up." His voice was soft. Rolling onto your side, you basked in his gentle touches. "How do you feel? Do you need anything?" His asked. "I feel good, tired, but good."  You give him a faint smile. "Can I stay here tonight?" You look away a little anxious. You had never stayed in any room but your own, and you half expected him to say no. "Of course you can!" You look to see him smiling.

   He pulled back the covers and motioned for you to get under. Quickly doing so, you make yourself comfortable.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this. As always, I appreciate any feedback! Requests are open! Nobody asked for it, but here's a picture of Sodo!

[x-reader-theater]

Unexpected Kindness

summary: While rushing through the Ministry to complete a task for Sister Imperator, Swiss scares you, and is unexpectedly kind to you.

pairing: Swiss Ghoul x Gender Neutral!Reader

category: Gen

word count: 1,413

warnings: There’s some suggestiveness in the story but nothing described. I’m thinking of making this a series that will be explicit, but there’s nothing like that yet.

Disclaimer: This story is using the fan interpretations of these characters ONLY. No real people are being used in this. I have no problem with real person fic, but I know some people do, and so I wanted to make a disclaimer for those people. 

a/n: i just really like Swiss, okay?

You were walking through the halls of the ministry, a stack of books in your hands as your footsteps echo down the empty halls. There isn’t another member of the clergy that’s out at this hour, with how early it is in the morning.

That is, except Swiss.

You feel something long and leathery dip into the back of your pants and untuck your shirt. You feel the flat spade-head of a tail press into your bare lower back, and you jump, the books you’re holding dropping from your hands as they land on the ground with a loud THUMP that echos.

“Mother fucking Satan!” you exclaim with a hand over your heart. The tail that is around your waist tightens and you’re pulled into strong arms.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, little one,” he says into your ear. His mask, which he and all other ghouls are required to wear by Sister Imperetor, knocks against the side of your head, one of the tubes off the side squishing.

You scoff and push Swiss away. He doesn’t fight to keep you next to him, but his tail continues to stroke up and down your back. “What do you want, Swiss? I’m busy.”

You look over your shoulder and see him grin, his white teeth blinding against his dark grey skin. “I was lonely,” he says, grin becoming roguish and flirty. “You were just the first I saw…”

You roll your eyes and bend down to pick up the books that were dropped, but you just drop them again when you feel that tail slink out from underneath your shirt and swat at your backside. You yelp and turn around, glaring at him as your books drop again. “I have a hard time believing that you just happened to be awake at 6am,” you say, vitriol in your voice. You pick up the books once more and stand again, this time out of reach of Swiss’ wandering tail. “Besides,” you say, hugging the books tighter to your chest, “I don’t sleep with Ghouls. We’re not allowed.”

Swiss starts walking towards you, slinking forward, and you step back, matching him step for step, until you back hits the wall. Swiss keeps walking forward and when you shrink down, trying to get away, he places an arm above your head. You swallow as he leans in, and you can see his red eyes behind the tinted lenses of the mask.

“Just not allowed? Do you want to?” he asks quietly.

You swallow again, frozen in place, eyes boring into Swiss’ lenses, his strong arms bracketing your head, and you grip the old leather books tighter in your hands. You eyes dart down to Swiss’ exposed lips, and Swiss’ smile widens. He begins leaning in, slowly, like he’s giving you a chance to escape. But, like a deer in headlights, you’re frozen. Even your breath is frozen in your lungs. You can feel Swiss breathe against your lips, his breath smelling faintly of sulfur, but that you’ve heard tastes like the most addicting drug one could get their hands on.

A door slams down the hall and both your heads swivel towards the noise. You take the opportunity to slip out from underneath Swiss’ arms and hurry down the hall away from him and towardsyour goal. Your actual goal, not a fantasy goal.

But you running away from Swiss doesn’t actual deter him at all, and he jogs to catch up to you. He swivels himself so he’s walking backwards in front of you, a grin peaking out from underneath his full lips.

“Where are you going?” he asks slyly, hands clasped behind his back.

“To Sister Imperetor’s office,” you say, tilting your chin up slightly as you try and walk faster to get past Swiss. He doesn’t take the bait however and just moves beside you, keeping pace, his steps in perfect sync with yours.

He lets out a low whistle, “Figures she would have you working all night,” he says. “Mind if I join you? Just to walk you there, nothing else, I promise.”

You slow down, thinking on it for a moment. You haven’t been very close to any of the Ghouls, but Papa Emeritus always seems so close and they all seem to like each other more than anyone else. They seem like they have fun, which is something you’re sorely lacking right now.

“Okay,” you say slowly, suspicious of Swiss’ intentions but willing to be open.

The ghoul grins widely and his steps become less in sync with yours, a bounce added to them.

The two of you walk together through the Ministry in silence, just enjoying each other’s company as your footsteps echo off the stone of the hallway. You feel Swiss’ arm brush against yours every once in a while as you walk, but he doesn’t go further. In fact, it almost seems like every time he brushes your arm he takes a few small steps to the side, but always ends up right next to you anyways, like magnets, always drawn to each other.

Eventually, you come to the door to Sister Imperator’s office, and you both slow to a stop. Swiss stops in front of you, and you smile at him, going to reach for the handle, but Swiss’ hand on your elbow stops you. The grip isn’t hard or strong, but gentle, something you haven’t seen from Swiss before now.

“[Y/N]… after you drop these books off, you should tell Sister that you need sleep,” he says, voice soft and gentle. “You know how she pushes the other siblings of sin.”

You stare at him with wide eyes, before nodding slowly. He smiles, a closed mouth smile so different from his typical cocky grin. He squeezes your elbow and begins walking off further down the hall. You smile as you watch him go down the hall and disappear around the corner. You open the door and walk into Sister Imperator’s office with a small smile on your face.

She’s sitting at her desk, her severe face and tight bun helping her look as strict as she is.

“Was that Swiss?” she asks, still looking down at the work she’s doing on her desk.

You nod. “Yeah. He walked me over here,” you explain, your smile getting dreamier.

She doesn’t stop working as she cuts through your words. “Stay away from him. The ghouls are not meant for you.”

Your smile drops, your body tensing. “Yes, Sister,” you say, even tho your body fights against it. You clear your throat. “I have the books you requested.”

“Good, yes,” she says, waving a hand in the air. “Put them over there on that table.”

You do as she asks and set the books down on the table she gestured to with a loud slam. She doesn’t seem to notice however, still working on whatever the hell has her so busy all day.

“Sibling, I need you to go to the-”

“Actually, Sister,” you interrupt, biting your lip as you wait for her to say something. She doesn’t. “Uh, I’ve been awake for over 36 hours and haven’t had time to rest. I am asking for some time off, just enough to sleep, and then I’ll be able to help you once again,” you say, succinctly and professionally.

Sister Imperator finally stops working and looks up at you. “What a disappointment,” she says, making eye contact with you. “I gave you this position so you could show me that you were ready to move up in the Ministry, but I can see that my faith was misplaced.” She leans back in her chair and steeples her fingers in front of her thin lips. “Since you seem so attached to the Ghoul's, I’ll make you their newest handler.” Your eyes go wide but you're unable to say something as she continues forwards. “They have no sense of time and are always late to services and rituals. Maybe I'll give you a second chance if you do a good enough job.” She leans forward in her chair once more and goes back to working on whatever is on her desk as she dismissively says, “Go fetch Sister Reinhardt. Maybe she won't disappoint me.”

You nod and turn to leave the room, giving one last look back at Sister Imperator before finally leaving her office. You sigh at what happened but you can't help but be a little excited for what’s coming next.

[bupia]

What if I said 20 (nighttime) with Swiss ghoul…

Going to bed at night: Swiss, Ghoul

“Good night, my love.”

It was the first time you two were going to spend the night together. After a long tour schedule, your Ghoul, Swiss, was finally free to meet you. You had been eagerly anticipating his arrival, and all you needed was his comforting presence beside you tonight.

Hours passed, and there was no sign of him. Doubts began to creep into your mind. Had you gotten the date wrong? Was he not coming back today? Feeling disappointed, you decided to blow out the candle on your bedside table, preparing to settle in for the night.

Just as you closed your eyes and started to drift off to sleep, you felt the bed move, causing you to snap awake. Turning your head, you saw Swiss, standing there. He was unmasked, and unclothed.

"Swiss? What..." you started to say, confused by his sudden appearance.

"Oh, my! I didn't mean to wake you up," he apologized, looking sheepish.

You sat up. "It's okay, Swiss. I'm just glad you're here. I thought you weren't coming."

He gave you a warm smile, coming closer to the bed. "I'm sorry it took me so long. The tour was more exhausting than I anticipated, but I couldn't wait to be with you."

You reached out to take his hand. "I'm glad you're here now. I missed you."

He climbed into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you. "I missed you too, little one. I couldn't wait to hold you in my arms."

You snuggled into his embrace, feeling a sense of comfort. This was the best sensation in the world, having him close to you like this, it was magical.

"Let's just sleep now, I'm very tired." He yawned.

You nodded, closing your eyes, feeling the comfort of his presence. "Good night, Swiss," you whispered, feeling grateful for his presence.

"Good night, my love," he murmured, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Sleep well."

[lifeeternalseries]

Chapter Six: California Girls

Life Eternal Series

Eddie Munson x Rockstar!POC

Word Count: 4.7K

All writing is in second POV, but No Use of Y/N.

“Hello California!!” Steve exclaims as soon as they’re out of the airport doors and on the street.

“Was that really necessary, dingus?” Robin raises a brow behind her sunglasses, her suitcase dragging behind her. Steve turns to face her, walking backwards.

“Yes. Yes, it was.” Steve smirks, peering over his own dark shades with a teasing gaze. The larger man in a black suit opens the backseat door for Steve and Robin. Just as Steve goes to lift his suitcase, the man puts a hand out.

“Leave your bags on the curb. I’ll put them in the back.” He then gestures for the two to get in the backseat before opening the passenger door, nodding cordially at Eddie. Steve and Robin share a surprised look, nodding with impressed frowns.

“Wow, I could get used to this.” Robin says with a grin and pushes passed Steve, climbing into the backseat. Steve rolls his eyes and climbs in after her. The driver moves to close the door behind them, grabbing their backs and heading to the trunk of the black SUV.

Eddie wordlessly moves to climb into the passenger seat. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit disappointed when the trio got to baggage claim, and you weren’t there. He knew it didn’t make such sense for you to be the one picking them up. This was official business after all but still. He was itching to see your face, give you a hug ‘hello’, and hold you tight.

Steve and Robin were having a conversation amongst themselves, deaf to Eddie’s ears as he stared out the window during the drive. You haven’t been able to talk since your last conversation a week ago. You’d been busy with the band, and you weren’t home. ‘I really need to get a job.’ Eddie thought to himself. Maybe that would keep him busy, occupy his mind while you weren’t there.

The car stopping and shifting into park brings Eddie out of his daze. “Wow…” Robin sighs out in awe. The driver gets out of the car and rounds the vehicle to open doors and start unpacking luggage. The three slide out of the SUV and stare up at the massive hotel.

“Wow.” Steve repeats once they’re lined up side by side on the curb. This had to be the fanciest hotel any of them had ever seen, in person at least. It was countless stories high and had a castle motif. No doubt those inside were probably actual royalty.

“I didn’t know we’d get it like this.” Robin follows. Just then, a hotel hostess walks up to them.

“Good Afternoon. Party of three for Mr. Munson, correct? Right this way.” She says with a polite smile, leading them inside.

Impossibly, the interior seemed even larger than the outside would lead one to believe. The floors were marble, the ceiling might as well be none existent with how high it was, and there were matching marble columns as wide as the trunk of an oak tree. “Jesus Christ.” Steve blurts out as soon as they get into the lobby. The hostess then turns to look at them over her shoulder as she walks.

“Welcome, we have your rooms already prepared. Please continue to follow me to the elevators, and I will show you where you’ll be staying.”

“Um, what about our bags?” Robin asks. The hostess smiles at Robin over her shoulder.

“No need to worry. They will be brought to your rooms.” The trio continue to follow the hostess all the way to their rooms. She gives each of them a key to their respective suites, Steve and Robin on one side of the hall and Eddie on the other. “Someone will be back to escort you to the rooftop for the event at 7:30 PM. Please don’t hesitate to call down to the front desk if you need anything.” She gives them another polite, customer service smile, before disappearing back to the elevators.

“See you guys at 7:30!” Steve says as he enters his room. Robin followed Steve’s lead by entering her own room, a faded ‘Holy Shit!’ could be heard as soon as she entered, the door closing behind her. Eddie chuckles and shakes his head at the two, being the last to enter his room.

As soon as he opens the door, he immediately echoes Robin’s shock. “Ho-ly shit.” He breathes out. His suitcase was already in his room at the base of the short steps down into the living room. Yes, the living room. The hotel ‘room’ was basically a luxury apartment. It had its own kitchen connected to the living room, only separated by a marble top bar. To the left was a small corridor that must be the bathroom and bedroom.

Eddie walks down the two steps, grabs the handle of his suitcase, and heads left. He slowly opens the door to the bedroom as if afraid to reveal a surprise. Peering his head through the door, he’s welcomed with a bedroom damn near the size of his entire trailer. On the far wall, there were ceiling to floor windows with long, burgundy curtains opened and resting on the sides where the glass met the walls. In the middle of the room was a large king bed with posts that almost hit the ceiling. There was a couch near the windows and a huge walk-in closet and bathroom to the left.

Eddie lets go of his tattered suitcase and drops his backpack on the ground, running to the bed and diving into it. The linen was incredibly soft and pristine, and the entire bed smelled like fresh laundry. Eddie sighs into the mattress, fighting the sleep that washed over him. He turns his head to look at the clock on the bedside table. 5:14 PM. He had a little over two hours until they had to be at the release party. He could take a nap. He sighs again, closing his eyes.

This bed was just so damn comfortable. He wouldn’t even know what to guess when it came to the price of just two nights here. Hundreds? Thousands? Hundreds of thousands? He’s just glad he doesn’t get to see the bill. Regardless, he would probably faint at the sight of that many numbers on a receipt.

The overall experience reminds him of his New York visit. The first time seeing your home, feeling the blankets of your guest bed. Does your bed feel as soft as the guest bed? Softer? What did your room look like? Did you have posters on your walls like he did or did you have a more ‘mature’ decorative theme? What would you think of his room? Everything of his is old, half of it outdating Eddie himself. Would you be grossed out by the amount of dirty laundry on his floors seemingly at all times? Would it change your opinion of him? What do you think about him? Do you think of him?

Great. Eddie sighs heavily, exasperated. Now, he can’t sleep. His mind is running rampant with thoughts of you. He turns his head to shove his face into the duvet, letting out a muffled groan. After a few seconds, he decides he should probably come up for air. He pushes himself up and off the bed, heading over to the bathroom.

Eddie leans over the bathroom counter, resting his hands on the cool marble top. He stares at himself in the mirror, analyzing.

It's almost strange looking so closely at himself in the mirror. It's rare for him to just sit and stare. The more he stares, the further into his head he gets. Could you ever feel about him the way he feels about you? He's just him, and you're you. You're amazing, talented, beautiful, all the things he wishes he could be. Everywhere he ever dreamed of being, you've accomplished. The records, the game, the stardom, the escape, you got out. Would you even want to backtrack for him off all things?

Eddie wonders, did you feel sorry for him? Is that why you were doing all of this? Did he remind you of you? Was this… pity? That had to be it. You saw too much of your past self in him and just couldn't help but intervene.

He wasn't complaining, by any means, but that would make the most sense. You were just being nice, and he was mistaking it for something else.

Eddie could see his reflection’s brows furrow and his jaw tighten. Of course, he was getting too far into his head. He can't know what you're thinking. He needed to stop beating himself up and just let things flow as they go.

He turns on the faucet and splashes his face. “Relax, Munson. Get out of there.” He says to himself as a small peptalk. He closes his eyes and lets out a big sigh. “Okay, okay.” He starts bouncing up and down, shaking his arms out beside him and stretching his neck by tilting his head side to side. He opens his eyes to look at himself once more in the mirror. “You,” he points at his reflection, “Don't fuck anything up.”

Before Eddie knows it, 7:30 rolls around. Though he spent the last two hours getting ready and mentally psyching himself up, as soon as he hears a knock at his door, the effects of every pep talk he repeated over the last 135 minutes evaporated and the blood drained from his body. Eddie freezes, staring at the door from across the living area. “7:30, Munson!” Steve's voice could be heard from the otherside of the door. “Let's go!” Eddie takes a few seconds to scramble around for nothing. He'd already ensured he had everything he needed 30 minutes ago. He rushes towards the door but stops to look at himself over again in the full body mirror next to the entryway.

He messes with his hair again, meticulous moving around the hairs of his bangs, unable to get them just right. “You better not be sleeping, numbnuts!” Robin yells.

“Coming!” He shouts back, smoothing down the fabric of his black blazer and fixing the already perfect collar of his matching black dress shirt. He fiddles with the top buttons, ultimately deciding to leave the top few unfastened. Before he can do anything else, he sighs, stopping himself and turns to the door. He takes one step forward before pausing, turning back to the mirror and pointing at his poor reflection just as he did in the bathroom earlier. “No. Fuckups.” He glares before his eyes look up and spot a flyaway hair. He goes to reach up and fix it but another, more stern knock wraps against the door.

“Eddie!” Steve shouts again. Eddie rushes to yank the door open.

“I'm here, Jesus!” He rolls his eyes as he pushes passed the two, pulling the door closed behind him. A different hotel employee stood a few steps away from the trio. His hands are clasped in front of him as he waits with an amused grin.

“Good Evening. If you will follow me…” The uniformed man gestures with an open palm towards the direction of the elevators before leaning into his gesture and leading the three to the same elevators they arrived in.

As they step into the elevators, Steve breaks the silence. “You two clean up pretty damn well, I must say. Why haven't I seen this side of you before?” Eddie and Robin throw glares simultaneously, but Steve ignores it. Robin smooths down her tailored suit jacket with her chin up high.

“Why would I waste my good clothes on you?” Robin shoots back, undoing the front button of her almost black suit jacket to reveal a matching button down vest, the deep V of her vest exposing the pale freckled skin of her sternum. Her suit pants were tailored slightly shorter to stop near her ankles, exposing the bright red boots that add a pop of color to her otherwise monochromatic outfit.

Eddie glances over at Steve, “I’m more so surprised to see you own this much black.” Eddie shoots back, eyeing Steve's attire. His light weight, button down shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show off his hairy chest. Eddie reaches out and picks at the shoulder seam of Steve’s jacket. “Leather? Who are you?” Eddie teases with a raised brow. Steve rolls his eyes and jerks his shoulders forward to adjust his jacket before smoothing his hands down his gray and black pinstripe trousers.

“This is a famous rock band’s album release party. I have to fit the part, don't I?” He rebuttals, running his hand gently through his styled hair.

“I never thought I’d see the day The Steve Harrington wore anything outside of his usual jean and crewneck slash polo combo.” Robin teases with a wide smile. Eddie huffs out a small chuckle through his nose as he fails to contain his amused smile. Steve rolls his eyes again, head rolling around to turn his body away from the two to face the elevator doors just as it beeps. He pulls out his old faithful pair of sunglasses from his shirt, placing them on his face.

“Whatever.” He grumbles as the doors open to reveal their rooftop destination. As soon as the trio exit the elevator, they’re met with loads of wealthy looking artist types, the party seemingly in full swing. Eddie let out a small sigh of relief to know that the three of them weren’t the first three dorks to arrive, but he also couldn’t help the anxious feeling building in his chest.

Eddie was always a designated loser in school. He only started to get invited to parties when he started dealing in his Junior year. Even then, he mostly hung out outside, away from the crowds. One, to keep a low profile, and two, to avoid the hoards of teens.

Now, he was invited as a proper guest to do neither of those things. He wasn't just any guest either. He was a VIP, an honored guest. He was one of the celebrated, at least that's what was said on the card he got in the mail with the tickets and event info.

Steve let out a low whistle, lifting a hand to tilt his sunglasses down his nose, eyeing the party and its female guests. “Down, Dingus.” Robin pipes up, reaching forward to slap a hand down on Steve's shoulder.

“Who knew Eddie would be the one to get us here?” Steve said, smirking and waving at the model types glancing over at him from the bar. Eddie scoffs, the anxiety calming for a split second as his friend ground him.

“Thanks, dickhead.” Eddie purses his lips and rolls his eyes.

“I don't see your girl here, yet, so I say let's grab some drinks while Dingus reserves us a table.” Robin states while shoving Steve towards the small round, bar height tables, the opposite direction from the actual bar.

“Hey!” Steve shoots, offended by the push.

“I think I deserve a fair chance before you embarrass us all.” Robin raises her brows with a teasing expression. Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes, putting his hands on his hips and shifting his weight to one side.

“Please. Coming from the person who thinks eye contact is flirting.” His expression is pure sass. Robin turns her back on him and starts walking away.

“Better than shitty pickup lines.” She waves him off. Eddie gives Steve a pursed lipped smile and lifts his brows, shrugging before catching up with Robin. Steve sighs, turning to properly walk to an empty table to keep warm for the trio.

Eddie lets Robin order the three of them drinks while he scopes out the event. As expected, the rooftop party was both gorgeous and obviously expensive. The view alone was to die for, but the subtle gold and black decorations, the complimentary drinks and food, the well-dressed and pretty faces all oozed Hollywood. It was a far cry from the small town house parties. The party was not nearly as loud or as unhinged. Everyone seemed a bit more reserved, mature. That was to go without saying as Eddie, Robin, and Steve were amongst the youngest attendees.

Taking in the decorations and the party’s guests were only a byproduct of Eddie’s search for a familiar face. Obviously, you were going to attend your own album release party, but Eddie was internally starting to panic. He couldn’t find you anywhere. Matter-of-fact, he couldn’t spot any of the band members. “I’m sure they are going to make some sort of grand entrance.” Robin interrupts his silent thoughts, looking at him through the corner of her eyes with a raised brow and a slanted grin. Eddie sighs, rolling his head dramatically while turning his body to lean his elbows on the bar. Robin gets him a little too well at times. He still has yet to decide if he likes it or not. “It’s crazy how much she has a chokehold on you.” Robin chuckles out, turning her body to assume Eddie’s previous position, leaning her weight backwards on her forearms. Eddie just sighs a bit louder, letting his head drop hair falling around his face. Robin lets out another small chuckle. “It’s honestly kind of weird to see you like this. I didn’t think Eddie Munson was the type to ‘crush’.” Eddie lifts his head and looks over at Robin, slightly offended.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She shrugs. 

“Well, since I’ve known you, you’ve never given off the… vibe of, you know,... ‘a romantic’.” He scoffs.

“I wouldn’t really call myself ‘a romantic’. I think I have too much awkwardness to sweep anyone off their feet.” Robin shrugs again.

“There’s different types of romance, bird brain.” She turns a little to face Eddie, still leaning on one elbow. “You’re no Steve.” Both her and Eddie look over at Steve’s location across the venue. He was leaned up against the table, obviously talking up some random girl. “But honestly, for your girl, they don’t seem like the type to be ‘wooed’ by a Steve.” She laughs again, but Eddie only grimaces.

“I mean he makes us cringe, but he does have the kind of unwavering confidence that we lack.”

“Hey, don’t sell us short, now. There are plenty of hot girls who are into the whole ‘shy charm’ thing.”

“Okay, but,” he leans up to mimic Robin’s posture, facing her, “how do I even know she’s, like, into me. Like, sure, she’s my type. Hell, she’s the one who made me even realize I have a type.” He looks up at the orange sky, letting out another exasperated sigh. “She’s literally perfect, man. I’m letting myself fall way too hard when I don’t even know the first thing about,” He flails his hands around, gesturing at nothing, “this.”

“To be honest, dude, I wouldn't call myself the best person to be giving any type of advice on confessing to crushes,” she pulls a face, “but I will say, a blind man can see you’ve got something between you two. It’s kind of painfully obvious.”  Eddie looks over at Robin and raises his brows, his eyes widening.

“You sure?” Robin lets out a little huff, her face flattening as she lifts a brow.

“Yeah, doofus. I’m not an idiot.” Eddie lets it sink before leaning in a little towards Robin, lowering his voice.

“Okay, but,” Robin rolls her eyes, “Hey, hear me out.” Eddie gives her a serious look.

“Okay, okay, what?” She caves. Eddie fixes his jaw, not really sure how to ask what he wants to ask.

“So, you know, you’re, like, a girl-”

“Last time I checked.” She interrupts. Eddie gives her another look. She raises a hand in surrender. “Sorry, sorry.”

“As I was saying, you’re a girl who's, like, you know, into girls...” Robin squints, fighting the urge to interject with something sarcastic.

“Mhmm…”

“And, well, she’s also into girls.” Robin’s brows shoot up.

“Really?!” Eddie is quick to shush her. “Sorry.” She quiets down, “Really?!” she whisper yells. “Well, shit, maybe… fucking hell.” Robin sighs heavily. Pursing her lips to one side as her brain racks. Eddie winces.

“Does… Does that change things?” Robin looks up at her friend’s face. Her heart aches for him. His eyes wide and nervous, the one look deaging him to a boy. She looks away from him.

“Well, kind of?” She says, also a bit nervous, not knowing how to really navigate the situation. Eddie’s jaw tightens, his shoulders hike up, the actual visual representation of bundled up nerves. His eyes close as his hand comes up to smack his forehead. Robin puts up her hands as if trying to damage control. “Okay, but wait. Is she, like, exclusively, you know, girls only or is it more half-half?” Eddie drops his hand and shrugs.

“I- I don’t know. How do I even ask a question like that without being too, you know,... revealing?” Robin sighs.

“I mean you could just ask.” She winces.

“You can just ask that? I- I don’t want to be, well, is that not, like, offensive?” His inner turmoil is quite evident in his physicality. Robin shrugs.

“I mean, times have changed. It’s obviously not, like, widely accepted, but in my opinion, if she was comfortable enough to tell you that, I think she may be comfortable enough to let you know if she’s, like,... exclusive or not.” Robin herself was obviously not trying to hide her own preferences while out and about, but she still had trouble when it came to talking about sexuality. She sighs and turns to face the bar again, “I think it will be a lot worse for you to go on like this without knowing for sure if you have a chance, trust me.” She looks down, speaking from experience. Eddie nods subtly. Just then, the bartender brings them their finished drinks. Robin mutters out a small thanks before standing up straight and turning to face Eddie with a drink in each hand. “Let's get to the table. Maybe we should fill in The All Knowing Hair.” Robin says tipping her head to the side to gesture for Eddie to grab the last drink before walking off in the direction of Steve.

Eddie stands at the bar for longer, staring down at the drink glass, so deep in thought the ringing of a microphone turning on doesn’t reach his ears. “Ladies and gentleman!” A voice announces. Eddie’s head lifts as he lazily turns his head in search of the source of the voice, finding a guy across the rooftop with a curtain behind him. “It is my honor to present the stars of the night, or, more accurately put, rockstars of the night.” Eddie grimaces at the guy, but he still managed to get a few laughs at the poor joke. “I present to you all, Cydonia!” He steps aside in perfect time for the band members to emerge from the curtain. Applause erupts from every party guest, Eddie’s hands moving by their own fruition as his brain is in a completely different place and time.

Adam walks his way up to the microphone stand as the applause dies down. “Good Evening, Everyone! How’s everyone doing?” Another eruption of cheers comes in response before Adam continues with his introductory speech.

To Eddie, the world quieted and time slowed. It was as if everyone disappeared and there was a spotlight on you in an empty void. You were dressed head to toe in black leather. The seams on your leather pants, gloves, and jacket all coordinated to create an almost armor-like illusion. Each member was dressed in a similar fashion, with only slight differences in fits and seamlines. Your hair was braided away from your face with various silver metal pieces interwoven. Everyone had silver details to keep the theme consistent. The band looked like one big, futuristic, badass biker gang (who were also probably mercenaries). It must have something to do with the concept of the album, Eddie thought. “With that being said, enjoy your night!” Adam’s conclusion brings Eddie out of his head as he claps along with the rest of the party guests.

Once the band steps off the stage, they are bombarded with different groups of people wanting to converse with them. Eddie can see you trying to make your way to him, but you continuously get stopped by different guests who want to say something. Though he can’t hear what you say, he can tell you must be cutting each interaction short as you give each person a fake smile and head nod before walking off to the next interruption. Between each guest you make eye contact with Eddie, making it obvious you’re coming to him specifically, not just the bar.

The longer your eventual meeting gets dragged out, though, the worse Eddie feels. He finds himself running through every possible scenario of what could happen, thinking about what Robin told him to ask. As you get closer and closer, he can feel his heart rate increasing. When you’re just a few feet away, he feels like he’s going to faint as he tries to keep himself from panting.

Just as you’re reaching him, a girl with bright red hair styled to look perfectly messy steps between you and Eddie, stopping you right in your tracks. She obviously catches you off guard a bit as she gets right in your face, causing you to finch back a little. “Hey, there, hot stuff.” She says in a sultry tone, her red stained lips curling into a smirk as she runs a finger down your front.

“Uh, hi.” You offer a small smile with a curious brow. For the split second your attention is taken off Eddie, he quickly disappears, nearly running over to Steven and Robin.

“Jesus christ, I’m gonna pass out.” He blurts out as soon as he reaches the little table. Steve is still too wrapped up in the girl he’s talking to, but Robin looks over to Eddie a bit confused and concerned, placing a hand on his shoulder as he heaves.

The girl in front of you keeps talking your ear off. You pay no mind, grabbing her by her upper arms and gently moving her to the side so you can try to sneak passed her, but as soon as you successfully maneuver her, you realize Eddie is gone. You are taken aback, immediately questioning your sanity. He was just right there.

The entire inner conflict you had does little to interrupt the girl and her advances. She immediately reaches up to place a finger on your cheek to manually turn your head, forcefully bringing your attention back to her. She continues to talk nonsense and flirt, and all you can do is nod and offer a polite grin as your eyes wander to try and find him again. “So how about a drink?”

“Um, yeah. Sure, whatever.” You say as you look around. You both lean against the bar, and she starts ordering. Your head remains on a swivel, but you can’t find Eddie anywhere.

Eddie was hunched over the table, forehead against the table top with his arms surrounding his head. Robin rubs his back to try and help whatever he’s going through. “Dude, what just happened?” Eddie mumbles something she can’t quite hear. “What?” She leans in further.

“I chickened out!” He says, lifting his head but still shrunken in on himself.

“Oh my god.” Robin says annoyed, rolling her eyes. “You fucking shithead! I thought you were going to say she was…!” she lowers her tone, catching herself, “exclusive.” She leans next to Eddie. She glances over to the bar to see you drinking with a redhead girl and sighs. He groans and plops his head back on the table.

“What the shit, man.” He groans. “Why am I such a coward?” Robin shakes her head, rolling her eyes again.

“All you gotta do is ask, dude. I told you, the longer you wait-”

“The harder the rejection will hit. Yeah, yeah, I know.” He finishes, lifting his head. Robing smacks the back of his head.

“There hasn't been any rejection yet. You still don’t know, numbnuts.” She glares at him, obviously annoyed with his antics, acting like she wouldn’t be doing the same thing in his position. “Stop moping like it’s already happened. You’re just going to make shit worse for both of you.” Eddie sighs, pouting.

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(Modern!KAS!Eddie Munson x Werewolf!POC)

Multi-Part Series

Synopsis: After trying and failing to teach himself restraint and control, Eddie is shipped off to Jericho, Vermont, to Nevermore Academy. While studying and relearning the world, he quickly learns that he is not alone. The world is actually full of magical, supernatural beings just like him, monsters of fiction, creatures of tale. Along his journey, he makes new friends and new life-long bonds. He even gets to enjoy a little 'Hellfire' at his new school. For once in his life, Eddie seems to be thriving in school, but, unfortunately, not everything good stays that way for long. Some very unwanted, unwelcome things start to resurface from Eddie's past. When people around town start to show up dead or reported missing, Eddie and his new group of friends are forced to embark on an adventure to potentially save the town and, possibly, the world.

Series Rating: M (Mature), Adult Language and Themes, Gore and Violence, Characters Age Range 13+.

Warnings! Mentions and Explicit Depictions of: Split Personalities, Character Death, Murder, Violence, Magic, Supernatural Elements and Beings, Manipulation, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Bodily Transformations, and Corruption.

OC Description: No Mentions of Height, Weight. Mentioned at 18 y/o. Mentioned to have shoulder/collarbone length natural/curly hair and braided hairstyles. Mentioned to be physically fit for running/fighting/battle. She/They Pronouns. Mentioned to have dated a man in past. Intended to be of African decent/mixed race. Given Name: Laika "Reid" Reider.

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a/n: i don't have any other explanation than he smiled when the gun was to his forehead and the rest is history. i have a thing for sad unhinged men. and apparently seeing deadpool and wolverine was the stepping off point for a new fixation. so enjoy my mindless rambling and possible borderline obsession.

summary: logan was familiar with death. he understood why it happened, what could cause it to occur, and finally how to accept it. so when his family - the people he cared for most - died...he thought he could handle it. only you didn't die. you left. now he's found himself in a new universe with a person who wears your face, yet doesn't hold your memories.

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Forgiveness and Rituals.

Swiss made his move in order to get the sister's forgiveness, the Cardenal returns to the church after his trip and some big news are lingering in the upper clergy and Dewdrop is trying to get lucky. Beneath the weight of her own actions Sister y/n has to make decisions and look at her heart.

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Warnings: Y/N is used, Threesome, Oral sex, A horny bisexual trio between the reader Swiss and dewdrop, a lot of plot, Praise Kink, Dirty talk They fuck on a bus and hallway so maybe a bit of public exhibition NSFW, Minors DNI +18. All of the pictures were taken from the internet so credits to the people who made them.

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A.N: First of all, I want to apologize for submitting this so late, I had one of the worst couple of weeks that I could imagine, I got an awful cold, My dad got sick again, I had a lot of personal issues, my laptop died and the worst of them all, my beloved childhood dog "Mota" passed away at 16 years old. So a pretty crappy two weeks. As an apology, this chapter is full of plot and smut. I know that is long as fuck,but once I started, I couldn't drop it and I kept writing, I thought about splitting it in two but for me it wouldn't make sense so there it is. Again, I'm so sorry for the delay, I'm already writing chapt 4 so is not going to be thaat late. I hope you enjoy the chapter! Have a good reading!

Swiss got up earlier that every ghoul in the den, he tried to not wake up anyone, so nobody could stop him before leaving. He knew that he wanted to do things right this time so, he decided to give her a surprise, nothing fancy just a tiny detail. As Cirrus said to him, he needed to apologize and show her that he was indeed sorry for everything. He went again to the library, before she woke up and set the place, he cleaned his mess from the night before and put some fresh flowers that he stole from Primo's garden. He wrote her a note "Sorry. I'm an asshole." With a happy face and then left. He decided that after breakfast he was going to try go and talk to her again, with the gift he was just testing the waters.

As he walked his way to Primo's morning mass, he stood a bit in front of her room's door, kind of waiting for her... But he knew better, so he left to the mass, waiting to see her there. But she never went, he waited the whole mass to see a glimpse of her, but he never saw her. After the mass ended, as he was about to leave Primo stopped him.

—She never misses a Mass. What did you do?

—I didn't do anything! I just helped her yesterday that's all.... —He tried to leave again but with his cane Primo stopped him again.

—You have marks all over your neck, are you sure that you just helped her? ....

—I was with another sister yesterday... I didn't do anything, maybe she fell asleep or something.

—If she does not appear for breakfast, I'm going to make you go and get her. If you didn't do anything, you should not have a problem with going to her room to see if she is fine don't you Swiss? —Primo was dead serious, Swiss just nodded and left. He felt a bit guilty again, maybe she fell asleep late after their "meeting"

But he didn’t see her at breakfast either, that’s when he got worried. He left his seat to go find her when she appeared next to Primo, he was relieved in a way. But she seemed sad, her eyes were a bit puffy, and her overall expression seemed defeated. The guilt only grew bigger inside him, he needed to talk to her, make things right.

She was tired, in fact she fell asleep, and she wasn't going to have breakfast either but Primo went to looking for her directly at her room.

— Sister y/n, are you up?

She tried to fix her face a bit and dress quickly to open the door, Primo seemed worried about her state, who could blame him? She sure looked like crap.

—I’m sorry Papa, yesterday I didn't sleep at all, I assume that I missed morning mass didn't I?...—She looked defeated, she knew that she failed not only with the mass but with her work

— Figlioletta, what happened? You seem ill, are you okay?

—I just... couldn't sleep yesterday, maybe I got a cold or something but I'm fine Papa, thank you for worrying about me...

—You never failed one mass, and after our talk yesterday you left me worried. Are you sure that thus doesn't have anything to do with a certain ghoul?...

She tensed up a little, but she tried to brush it off with a sweet fake smile.

— Swiss? Oh no, I haven't seen him since yesterday when he was helping me with the books...

— I'm going to believe you child, but please don't starve yourself. Come with me to the dining room to breakfast.

—Y-Yes Papa...

They walked slowly, Primo was talking to her about how he knew that something was going on with Swiss and her, but also knew that if he talked about it they could get in trouble.

— Sister, I know the thrill of the ghouls but if they hurt you, you need to tell me. They can be dangerous when they want to. But, I don't think that they will, Copia's ghouls are a lot to handle, but they are not pure evil like the first ghouls of the church. They are well behaved but can create a lot of mischief, and sometimes they forget their ghouls strength...so if you are going to indulge with them be careful, and don't worry about Sister Imperator, the old man gives her enough problem for her to worry about you and if she does, I will talk with her...

She entered the room and she could feel how she was being watched again, but between everyone in the tables she recognized his favorite red and black suit. She smiled a bit, maybe she could go and talk to him, that sure could lift her spirit a bit. So she walked to the table in which the Cardinal was, but she didn't saw Terzo seated next to him until she was right at the table.

—I’m sorry Papa, may I have a little time with the Cardinal ? If you are not busy...

—Oh no no no, take a seat sí? ....Hey you are the piccolina working at the library, aren't you? —He took her hand and kiss it with a subtle wink of his eye towards her.

— She has a name Papa. I was looking forward to seeing you sister y/n. —Copia smiled— I have brought some interesting additions to the library, I hope you have some time in the afternoon to check them out.

—Oh I would love that, they are in Latin? Maybe we need to build another shelf just for the Latin books, we have to many and they are spread all over the library...

—Si, if you want to do that I will communicate it to Sister Imperator and get the materials ready

—You have quite a passion for your job sister y/n. I'm glad to see that you two make good company to each other. —Terzo smiled— I wonder if you are as passionate as with your work in other more fun areas....—He winked his eye and left the table laughing a bit, she was sure a sweetheart blushing like that for a small comment. Despite his jokes he was not feeling up to flirt today, he was tired and the morning news from Imperator ruined his mood.

—Mi scusi per...all of this , Terzo is always like that you see...—He was nervous, the reunion with the clergy un the morning had stirred up all of his anxiety, but seeing her calmed the feeling a bit.

— Oh I know...But he is quite charming, sorry for bothering you at breakfast Cardinal ...Do you mind if I seat?

—Copia, you know you can call me Copia. And you never bother me dolcezza, about the books. How do you think we should arrange them? I have noticed that the library is quite... old-fashioned...Terzo suggested maybe a change in the decoration...the arrangements maybe?...

—I do think that is a bit outdated, but is wonderful...maybe some changes could improve the looks...and it's always so empty, I know that some sisters and brothers would enjoy spend more time in the library...

—Si , Si I believe that too...—He handed out to her a sweet tart he had on his plate— I brought these from Italy, Sister Imperator loved them...take one, cheer up. You seem... defeated today. Si si, like a deflated balloon....

—You are so sweet Cardinal...thank you —She laughed a bit at his strange expression of worry for her. And for his examples. — I have been feeling like shit lately...—She laughed a bit, she used to not curse in front of the clergy, but with Copia it came naturally, he was different from the upper clergy, more closed to Terzo's but with a dash of Secondo and a unique style for himself. The charming rat man who rode a tricycle around the abbey, the same man that in front of the stage seemed like a demon, with his mismatched eyes, the ones that can be deadly scary when he was serious about something. When she spent time around him withing the first three months of her stay at the abbey, working at the library and helping him with some paperwork she felt at ease in his presence, she felt comfortable around him. He was more close to the people she liked to hangout during her university years.

—Si? Why? Is there something wrong? .... you know that you can come to me if you need something, si?

— Yes, I know... It's nothing really...I just felt like I'm going through a tough time inside here...—She pointed her head — Bad thoughts and stuff...—She looked at the table of the ghouls, she saw Swiss talking with one of the ghoulettes. His neck was a bit bruised, she knew why...And besides the feeling of anger there was a hint of jealousy.— I'm begging to think that I'm crazy, or a fucking prude in this place... everyone seems to have fun you know?

Copia noticed that she was looking to the ghoul table, he raised an eyebrow, she was interested in one of the ghouls?

— If you are talking about them, I can introduce you to them if you want, I wasn't aware that you enjoyed danger so much...—He brushed a strain of hair behind her ear before it landed in her coffee and made soft short laugh before returning to serious— Be careful si? They can be a little...too much...—He nodded while remembering the time that Sodo burned his bed after a makeout session with a brother of the church, or the time that Cirrus and Sunshine were found having sex with one sister after a ritual in the gardens — A bit much...

— I-I don't see them as that...well. I kind of do but it doesn't matter...how did you...ugh...I just had a ... misunderstanding with Swiss...and it made me feel bad, but I know that I shouldn't take this so personally, I'm sure he really meant no harm, but he angered me...

—Do you want me to talk with him?

—N-No it's fine...I'm still mad but, I hope that I can solve this soon

—Okay Okay, I get it...But Sister, if there's anything that I can do for you please don't hesitate to talk to me. —He smiled to her, a little shy smile before standing up, Imperator made him a sign to go and talk to her. — If you excuse me dolcezza, I need to go, duty calls...—He put his hand on her shoulder before leaving — You know, besides being savages they are good company, and we both know that with me gone you will need a little of that.

Breakfast ended and everyone returned to their work. As she walked her way to the library, she couldn't stop thinking about the last thing that Copia said to her "with me gone". He had another long trip. He will be attending to the sub unities of the church around the world? She sure would miss him but, that lonely she looked for him to notice? That sucked.

She arrived at the library only to find everything tidy, clean and some fresh flowers in her desk. They had a note " Sorry. I'm an asshole." She laughed a bit, she couldn't deny that it was a cute detail, and that he seemed to really care about her forgiveness because the library seemed as clean as it could be, even the armchair. She was about to start organizing some books when the reflection in the window stopped her.

— Did you liked the flowers?....—Swiss was there, standing against a wall, looking at her.

Without turning around to look directly at him, she answered

— Yes...I like the flowers thank you...

— Sister y/n ...I'm truly sorry. It was a dick move from my part. I shouldn't have put you in this situation...And please don't believe that the library was my only motivation! I swear! After seeing you and talking to you, you seemed sooo... appealing to me...I know that it’s wrong also, but you have to understand, your scent and your body were calling me!

—Stop it Swiss...—She tried to contain her laugh, the whole apology was a mess, but she felt that it was an honest apology. And she was not going to forget the fact that she was "appealing" to him. —Stop talking and think for a moment, you are making a mess of yourself!...I know that you ghouls have heats and everything but it's not my fault, learn how to control it or something!....

— I do control myself don't be so cocky. It was just a specific situation, that's all. And it's true! You are quite something....And I'm not the only one who thinks so, Cirrus thinks the same...You are special, I don't know why but you are. And I screwed I know but it's not going to happen again and I will talk with the other ghouls to say that no more library night meetings so you can keep your job...

— So, ghouls do feel remorse?...

— We do...don’t mock at me, Primo was about to send my ass down to hell again.

— He was? I don't blame him! You acted like an asshole...and listened to a conversation that you misunderstood.

— Yeah....but, just for you to know...I was thinking about fucking you before hearing your little chit chat with Primo.

— And that's an apology?...—She laughed at last, she felt good knowing all of this. So, he was thinking about her the whole time? Interesting.

— I'm trying my best; I do not often apologize Sister. And I'm being honest, but I was surprised to see you enjoying my little show...—He had a slight smirk while saying this, he couldn't help it. She still was smelling as good as the night before...

— I was not...Ah ok, you win. I was, but it's not my fault I mean...—She finally turned around to face him , a little bit blushed and shaky. — All of the sisters always tell stories about how good feels to fuck one of the masked ghouls from the Ghost Project. Do you known how many times I have heard sisters talking about your band mates? Too many! To many tales from Cardinal Copia's Ghouls.

— Cardinal? He is not a cardinal anymore sweets. Didn't you find out? —He got a bit close to her, looking at her eyes. — Terzo is leaving the papacy. Our big boy Cardinal Copia is going to be the new Emeritus the Fourth, something about a vision from Secondo and some tricks under the sleeve of Sister Imperator.

—H-He is? He didn't...say anything to me this morning...

—It’s kind of a secret, they are going to announce it out loud in today's ritual...so, you were saying that the sisters always talk about us?

—Yeah...—Her voice and demeanor change a bit, if Cardinal Copia was going to be Papa...that means that she was not going to be able to call him Copia anymore? No more time at the library? No more working together? Organizing books until late?

Swiss noticed the change in her mood, she was suddenly sad again.

— You care a lot about Cardinal huh?

— What? No... it's just surprising to say the least. —She tried to mask her feelings— He was one of the first people that I meet here, she is...the closest I have to a friend here...

—Hey don't be ashamed, it's fine. He is a weird man, but he is also very kindhearted and he puts a lot of passion on the rituals. He is going to do fine.

— Yeah....Hey don't try to make me forget that I'm mad at you for being nice! —She tried to forget about what Swiss said about Cardinal and Terzo, he was right. He sure was amazing in the rituals, and she couldn't wait to support him as Papa. But, at the same time she was a bit worried, he didn't seemed to react well to so much pressure and being Papa was a lot of it.

—I’m not trying to do that! I was just worrying about your sudden change of mood. Besides, you were saying something about how you are jealous of the sisters who had the chance to be with us?

— I never said that! —She blushed pushing him a bit with his hand, he felt warm to the touch. A nice warm.

—Oh but you were about to say it...don't lie to me little bunny. —He pinched his nose a little, making her sneeze right after. — But...As I was telling you, I never thought that you were such a dirty sister, jerking off to one of your sisters being fucked...dirty dirty dirty....

—Stop...It's not my fault I'm not built from stone you know? And...it's none of your business how dirty I am.

—But it could be, you only have to say the word and I will indulge in that sweet scent of yours. —He cleared his throat before standing straight looking at her and extending his hand to her— So... you forgive me for being an asshole? And almost ruin your job?

She seemed to hesitate, she looked at him with a serious expression

—With one condition....

—Which one? ...

—You are going to finish the book that I recommended to you. I took my favorite books very seriously, you know? And you did not appreciate that...—She was blushing, she knew that it was an stupid request, but she was really passionate about the books.

—Are you for real? Is that your only request? Well, I'm going to put another offer on the table. I read the book, and...I will give you the other gift that I had prepared for you... —He smiled to her, dead serious about his offer

— Just... finish the book, I'm sure that you will enjoy it...another gift? Apart from the flowers?

Swiss looked for something in his pockets until he found it. A dark red ticket, wrote in black and gold, he showed it to her and then left it in her hand.

— This is...a ritual pass!?

—It’s going to be a hell of a ritual, Copia is going to be anointed as Papa today, and you don't seem to go outside very often. It's an all-free pass, and because I gave it to you.... —He took the pass and wrote his "name" on the back. — You can go backstage with us after, and before if you want to.

She was delighted, it was an awesome gift for sure. And she was going to be there for Copia's anointing! She took the pass and looked at the name that Swiss wrote.

— Swiss Army Ghoul? ...—His handwriting was messy, but legible.

— Yep, that's me. —His smile grew bigger with pride.

— Swiss Army...really? Why? Were you a fighting ghoul or something?

— Oh, well...I'm a multi-ghoul, I don't have a particular "element" or characteristic. I'm all of them! ...and Terzo said that I was like a Swiss Army Knife full of surprises and perfect to create mayhem. Ah and also because I play too many instruments...but I do say myself that I'm very good at fighting, sadly sister Imperator doesn't let us fight anymore...

She began to laugh, when he was not actively trying to get under her dress, he was adorable. And that name really suited him, he was a lot.

—Ok Ok...apology accepted, but please talk with the rest of ghouls.... I really don't want to lose this job. And... if I'm honest with you, it is not the job. It's the room...I have a whole room for myself, and I can be myself in there... without being judged by other sisters and stuff.

— Judged? Why? You are pretty cool...maybe a bit of a nerd but who cares? -He pinched her cheek making fun of her a bit—

— Yeah, I'm a bit of a nerd...and I like not so gothic and satanic stuff you know?...—Why was she talking so much about herself? She was mostly ashamed of some of her hobbies for not being "dark enough".

— Ah...don't worry for those type of things! Only morons worry about those things! Cirrus loves birds, Sunshine loves miniatures and tiny things, Mountain is very in touch with nature and loves gardening with Primo. Cumulus watches cartoons with Sodo and Rain every day.

—Well...for some sisters I was not the perfect embodiment of a satanist you know? Too "bright" too "colorful".

—They are just jealous that you have an actual personality and are not just a one sided picture like some of them, and I'm being honest I have met a lot of sisters and brothers that doesn't have anything more to them that "their darkness" and that's lame.

—You are just saying this to me to make me feel better but I will accept it just because you gave me the ticket...

— Ahhh. You are unbelievable, let's get something clear, you are interesting, and charming. And I'm sure that you would get along just fine with the rest and if they don’t appreciate that, their lose not yours.

She couldn't help it, her body reacted by itself and hugged him tight, hiding in his chest, trying to hide some of the tears that fell from her eyes. She blamed her sensibility on her hormones, on the fact that she was tired...on the fact that she was lonely most of the time, and this morning she was being treated with such love and care from Primo, Copia and now Swiss. She felt loved for the first time in a long time.

—Thank you...

Swiss was a lot of things, he could be an asshole, a total jerk, a fucking despicable little demon...But he had a heart, he cared about the right people, and he could see that she was the type of "right people".

—If you cry, I'm going to make fun of you and then give you a kiss —He took his mask off with his left hand, with his right hand he was still holding her close to him.

— It doesn't count, I'm already crying...

—Then, I already make fun of you...—He grabbed his chin and before she could say anything he kissed her, Nothing lustful, nothing more than a sweet caring kiss. Soft and warm. After letting her go she was not crying anymore, she was red yeah, but at least not crying.

— You dumb...— She didn't feel like that kiss was anything more than a soft warmness to her heart.

— You are too soft, like, too soft for your own good. And it's ok I swear, but I cannot let you go around life like that all alone...—He kissed her forehead — I have to go, I have to practice with the ghouls before the big ritual...Hey, I will go get you by...seven the ritual starts at ten but you are going with us in the bus. You will love the rest of the ghouls and ghoulettes!

— Swiss I need to work here until eight...

—Close early, come on, nobody will notice anyways, and if they do you can say that you felt sick and went to bed early! I'm going to be waiting for you in the garden of Primo at seven. —He put his mask again and blow her a kiss before leaving

She couldn't believe that all of that happened, the kiss, the ticket to the ritual. The weird apology from Swiss and the warm feeling that surrounded her today. She woke up defeated and ready to give up, and as Secondo told her once, her calling was strong enough. She was at home and felt great about all of it...but meeting the ghouls was a complete another deal, and she was kind of nervous.

She kept working to finish everything early and avoid overthinking, as she was taking books of the shelves someone knocked and then entered to the library

— Sister y/n , Cardinal Copia sent me with this for you...

She turned around and found herself in front of a gorgeous pale blueish grey skin ghoulette, she was just a bit taller than her and she looked like a goddess, she was without her mask and her curly hair with that beautiful blue undertone shined in the lights of the library, y/n felt awestruck for a moment. Then the ghoulette spoke again softly.

—Are you okay? You seem a bit.... impressed....

— I... I am....you are really pretty....Oh Satan, I did say that out loud? I'm so sorry....

Cirrus laughed, she was a cutie just as Swiss and Dew have told her. And she was really pretty, her y/e/c eyes, she indeed had doe-ish eyes. Her body seemed soft and huggable, she was sure that Sunshine and Cumulus would love her at first sight too.

—It’s okay Sister y/n....You are really pretty too; the guys were right about you....

Guys? Plural? She only knew Swiss, who were the other ghouls that knew her?

— Guys?...

—Oh you know , our "lovely" Swiss, Dewdrop and Aether had been talking a lot about you...

— I...I only have met Swiss...

—Yeah...but the others are aware of your presence in the abbey. You will find out....—She looked behind the sister to the bouquet of flowers and the ticket on the desk. — Oh, so Swiss actually apologized? He was going nuts yesterday....I'm glad that you two are on good terms...

—He did...Sorry I don't know your name yet and you already knew a lot about me....—She blushed again—

— Ohhh yeah...I forgot that part of presentations. I'm cirrus, one of the ghoulettes....—She grabbed her hand and kissed it. — Nice to finally meet you...

She was bright red again, even the ghoulettes where beautiful and masters in making her blush and giggle She smelled like fresh air and spring, it was sweet and made her heart feel calm and relaxed. How gorgeous she was, totally perfect from head to toe.

— T- Thank you....—She looked at the books that Cirrus brought to the library — So....this are the books from the Vatican? Our Cardinal did such a great job...—She looked through the pages, gold corners, drawings, symbols. Every shape, every color, the smell of old book in her nostrils, bringing back memories of the time she spent alone in the library reading and cleaning. Books of demonology, angels, ghouls... Ghouls? There were no ghoul books in the library, she knew that Cardinal and Papa Secondo had copious amounts of Ghoul related books, how to summon them, how to treat them, what to expect from them...but she had never seen one. She would maybe read it later.

Cirrus watched carefully how she went through the pages, how she treated the books with care and how she showed interest in the book of ghouls. Her mind wandered for a minute, if Secondo's vision was about her...she would soon become much more important to the church, she would be stripped from some of her liberties as human and maybe she would not like her new life...A part of Cirrus wanted the vision to be a lie, to be mistaken...even knowing that Secondo never fails with his visions. The anointment of Copia, the untold truth of his bloodline. The true about his own place in this church. Every one of them was true, every one of them was right what Secondo envisioned. What their master desires for his lambs.

— Thank you, Cirrus....these books are wonderful — Y/n smiled at her. — If you want to come and take one after I organize them you are more than welcome here.

The sound of her voice brought back Cirrus to the room, she forgot for a minute the books and just smiled at her, she seemed so full of life talking about her interests.

— I would love to, If you excuse me I have to go, need to prepare for the ritual tonight....

— Oh! I will see you there then...Swiss invited me to the ritual...—She showed her the ticket — He wanted me to go with him in your bus...if that's okay with you all...

— Oh sister, nothing would make us happier, but I have to warn you. They are going to be all around you, and we misbehave a lot without Copia in the room to stop us.... —She winked at her with a mischievous smile, similar to the one that Swiss gave her. — You should dress comfortably, and ....please, enjoy yourself...—She gave her a quick hug and left with a huge smile , what Swiss had told her was totally true...She smelled amazing, Sunshine was going to love her.

Y/N was completely red and amused, all the ghouls are like that? How would she survive on the bus with all of them!? She looked at the clock, she still had two hours before going, she took the book about ghouls and began to read it. Most of it was in Latin, so she would need the help of Cardinal Copia...Well, no. Emeritus the Fourth to solve them...She still was a bit worried about his beloved cardinal turning into one of the Papas, but she tried to brush of those feelings. She needed to be happy for him and show him how much he deserves his new title. But....what was going to happen with Terzo? She believed that she did a great job also, and as happy as she is for Copia...Terzo was a good papa too, maybe she could bring him a little sweet, something "casual" just a coincidence, but a nice gesture nonetheless.

As sister y/n prepared the last two hours of work, Swiss was with the rest of the ghouls, a bit anxious. He wanted to see her, get some more of her scent, feeling her close to him. Even after apologizing to her and being in good terms, he couldn't erase from his mind the memories of her giving herself pleasure while watching him...her beautiful face that expression of lust and need. He needed to be responsible for that expression, make her moan his name and let his hands wander freely over her body. But he was not going to be that guy with her, he was going to try his best to not be an asshole. He was lost in his thoughts when Sodo threw a pick to him

— Hey dipshit, we were talking to you....You invited the sister of the library to the ritual? —Sodo walked closer to him — You want to fuck her huh?

— Yes I want, but I didn't invited her for that...she is nice, and she seems lonely...You have friends between the sisters and brothers too, she is...I hope she becomes a dear friend to me..

—She will...—Cirrus arrived at the den and Swiss smelled y/n 's scent in her clothes....he growled a bit under his breath.

— You were with her?...

— Jealous?...—Cirrus laughed at him — I was, we were talking about some books that Copia handed out to me for her. She is the cutest thing in this church, isn't it? Don't be selfish Swiss, if you bring her...you know that everyone is going to want a slice of that sweet pie.

— I'm not jealous....but I saw her first! And she is my guest tonight. So, each one of you, play nice. Be nice to her, and especially you...—He grabbed Sodo by the chin and made him look at his eyes. — You are worse than me sometimes...don't make her feel uncomfortable or I will cut your dick off.

— Don't worry Swiss...If I'm going to chase her it will be in her own terms, I'm a nice ghoul...—He licked his fangs with a smile.

— Play nice...—He saw the hour and picked up his things — I'm going to bring her here first, don't be assholes.

Sunshine and Cumulus nodded enthusiastically, rain and mountain were a bit lost on what was going on, they missed part of the conversation because they were lost in their own world for a moment, hugging and cuddling but nodding like they did understand. Sodo was exited, he wanted to talk to her and ask her...maybe she was a witch! And if she was, how awesome that would be!

Swiss still had half an hour so he took a quick shower and dressed for the ritual, maybe a bit much but this ritual was special so, he would dress nicely for the new Papa. And maybe for her too. After dressing he went up to the library and waited outside, after a couple of minutes he knocked the door of her room.

— Coming! —She was ready to go, just needed a couple of shoes and her earrings. She opened the door and smiled at him — You were supoused to wait on the garden huh?— She laughed a bit—I only need to put on my shoes....do you want to come in?

Swiss smiled; she wanted him in her room? Again, he needed self-control to not lose it completely. She didn't want to screw it up again, but she looked so cute. A black silk dress up to a bit above her knees, a leather corset and silk stockings with a short leather jacket in case it gets cold. She looked gorgeous. He went inside, her room was filled with her scent. The bedsheets seemed so soft and he was sure that they were scented like her also.

— Sorry for the mess, I was looking for my best comfortable shoes and made a whole mess of my room.... sit on the bed if you want, I don't have any chairs...well I have one but it's full of dirty laundry....—She blushed, there she was again with her oversharing of information. She couldn't help it.

—It’s okay, don't worry.... if it weren't for Rain and Cumulus our den would look even worst, like a war zone. —He laughed a bit, but it was true. Sodo was a mess, he was not better, mountain was tidy, but he also made a mess with his sweaty shirts and copious amounts of drumsticks all over the den. Rain and Cumulus got tired of it and made everyone clean their rooms and common places.

— Do you think this would be comfortable enough? —She was wearing a pair of platform boots, made her look taller but were much more comfortable than heels.

Swiss was lingering his gaze over her legs, so soft and they seem longer with the platforms on. They would look very nice in his shoulders.

—You look gorgeous...I'm going to have a lot of problems keeping my hands to myself....—He licked his fangs while moving his gaze all over her body —

— Swiss.... —She was bright red again, maybe she could play a bit.... Primo said that as long as she took care of herself, she could indulge with the ghouls. She walked closer to him and took a seat in his lap, looking at him. — Maybe...just maybe if you behave ....I can give you a treat after the ritual....

Swiss hands were fast and grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him, making her press against his lap a bit hard.

— You are trying to make me lose my mind don’t you sister? ....

— I'm not.... I just think that...maybe we could have a good time, something to make even clearer that we are friends... aren't we?...—Her chest was dangerously close to the ghoul face, he was having a hard time not kissing or biting the skin in front of him.

— We still have a couple of minutes left before....

—Nope....—She smiled at him and kiss the mask in the forehead and stood up from his lap— It's only if you behave during the ritual...—She winked at him with a sly smirk in her face.

—You are punishing me aren't you?....—He sighed and stood up from the bed walking to the door.

— Yeah....I am, maybe a bit. You deserve it....but you are going to be a nice ghoul today are you?...

— I will....but if I do, you will have to give me my treat....—He grabbed her ass and squeeze it between his hands, not to hard but not soft either. She was feeling the heat in her core stirred up a bit. — And I'm a bit hungry for some sweets....

—Swiss....l-lets go....—She moved to the door and left the room with him. She never walked through those hallways in direction to the den, they were dark and looked old, older than the rest of the abbey at least.

Swiss was talking to her about meeting the rest of the ghouls and how exited they were to meet her. She smiled a bit nervous and told him how she already have met Cirrus.

—She is bossy....One of the elders here really, she and mountain are the eldest ghouls of the den the youngest are sunshine and Dewdrop...

— Dewdrop?...

— Sodo....well he goes by many names, but his "birth name" is Dewdrop, Sodo is kind of a joke that Terzo said once and it stuck with him so, we call him Sodo.

— Why? ....

— Because they call me the Sodomizer sweets....—Sodo drop from the ceiling close to the walking pair, in the middle of the hallway before the door of the den, he dropped in front of her but not to close.— Nice to finally meet you....you can call me Dew or Sodo if you like....

She let out a weird scream, she got a bit scared. He seemed really out of his mind, totally unhinged and at the same time incredibly funny and energetic. As magnetic as Swiss but she assumed that was just a ghoul thing, Cirrus was magnetic too. He was smaller than Swiss and thinner , but his presence was as big as the multi-ghoul one.

— What part of behave you didn't understand asshole? —Swiss grabbed his arm and pulled him to his side — You scared her dumbass

— I just wanted to make a good first impression! What better than a scare? She will never forget me! —He winked at her ignoring Swiss

After the scare she laughed, he was funny. And how sweet it was that Swiss ask them to behave...

—It’s okay Swiss, I was just a bit surprised....Nice to meet you too...Dew...

The way that his name sounded in her lips was so sweet. And her smell was crazy, she smelled like sweets with a bit of acidic flavor...He thought about tangerines, and pomegranates.

— So, I was here because I was looking for this big guy, Cirrus is looking for you she has something important to tell you or something....You go, I can guide our sweet sister to the den...If she wants to...

— I do not trust you Dewdrop....

— I do...go on Swiss, if it is important you should go...don't worry, he seem nice....

—I am nice!

— Too nice sometimes, keep your hands to yourself ghoul. Or else, I will kick your nuts and tie you to the front of the bus. — Swiss got closer to her and gave her a little peck on the forehead before walking away to the insides of the den. Leaving the fire ghoul and sister y/n alone.

— Sooo....you are a fire ghoul?....—They were walking slowly, Dewdrop was doing rounds around her while walking.

— Indeed, how did you know?

— Because...it was freezing cold here before you dropped from the ceiling...and you are steamy.

— Oh....so you find me hot? That's what are you saying?.—He smiled showing his fangs

— Well....yeah...—She smiled back to him — You are funny...

— Oh, so you also find me charming?....—His tail moved in front of her, she saw how the end of the tail was a bit chipped.

— I do I do....—She laughed, it was easy to talk with him, he was indeed charming, and he was flirting with her a lot but it did not make her feel uncomfortable. She enjoyed the company of this crazy ghoul

— Swiss was saying the truth...You are a complete sweet... Not even a bit anoyed by me?

— You are funny...and remind me a lot of one of the guys I used to go to class with...and maybe you could be a bit annoying but it doesn't matter, I can be annoying too....sometimes I cannot stop talking, and I get to intense about the things I like...and I have a weird taste in music that can annoy some people

—....You know....I like the music that you listen...This is going to come off as a fucking creep I know but, I was trying to enter the library one night...and I saw the light coming out of your door, and the music that you had playing...and how clean is your voice to sing...

— Oh...so you were the shadow that lingers outside my door? ...—She could be mad, but he never did anything more than that and he never went into the library...but she was a bit ashamed. — It's not the typical music that you can expect from a satanic church member...

— Oh that's lame...you need to hang out with us , we listen to almost everything that you can imagine...it's pretty awesome for us at least, you humans are so complex and live around so many things that are complete opposite and even with that you make it work....I kind of envy some reincarnated ghouls, they could experience life outside...most of us ghouls only know the deeps of hell....and it's awesome but, it's always the same...you have the chance of living in a world that is continuously changing. That's cool....why restrict yourselves to only one type of everything when you could have a whole spectrum!

— Because humans are dumb...and everyone who is "different" is in the wrong...and even among the *different" people they still give you labels and outcast you when you are different from them in the slightest...

—Well....we are a bunch of outcasts from hell , will you feel comfortable around us? —The flirting stopped for a minute, he grabbed her hand and smiled at her — Because...the ghoul den is going to be always open for you. —He was serious, after a chat with cirrus while Swiss was gone, Cirrus said something between the lines of " Copia knows she is special, and she needs good company, specially know that he is going to be so busy. And besides, don't you think that it will be refreshing for us to have new company here? She seems nice enough! " So, he wanted to make her feel at ease with them at the den.

—Why all of you had been so nice with me? Cirrus, you...Swiss was a bit of an asshole, but he apologized...even Copia and Primo...

— I don't think that is being nice....we only treat you as you treat us. Swiss doesn't apologize to anyone that is not from our..."family"  but with you he was willing to make things better....because you are sweet and amiable, and you stand out from the rest because of that...I'm not saying that there are no amiable sisters or brothers but they have their groups and they are pretty much all the same....They approach us for lust and good time but they never try to really talk with us or get to know us, and it's okay I don't blame them but it gets tiring after a while....and there all of the sudden there is you, the stone in our shoe to access the library, but you ended up being so nice....and made Swiss angry that's a plus for me!

— You are saying this because you want to get in my panties Dew? —She laughed a bit, she felt good around him, like after a good coffee filled with energy.

—I do not mind getting some fun In bed with you, I swear you are gorgeous and smell delicious.... but I also want to spend time with you talking or watching movies. And I'm sure the rest will think the same about you.

She blushed again , the same as Swiss with his comments. He was a cutie too.

— You two.... —She laughed a bit, then they stopped outside a big metal door. It had golden symbols; she recognized the Symbol of Swiss shirt...and the one in Dewdrop helmet. She assumed that the other symbols belonged to the other ghouls.

— Do you want to know something interesting? We didn't carved this symbols, they just appeared with us...

— Woah....it's beautiful, but seems heavy...—She touched the handle and it burned his fingers — Ouch....it's hot...

— Are you okay?...it's not supposed to do that...—He lifts his eyebrows suspiciously. — Are you sure you are not a witch?

The tip of her index and thumb was a bit red, nothing to serious but it will maybe leave a mark, dew moved the door open for her

— What? I'm not dew! —She laughed.— I don't know what happened....

—That was ...weird, it's not hot...come in, maybe rain could soothe your hand ...

The hallway to the den was filled with pictures of the ghouls and the different Papa's, in various settings and situations. Some were more formal, a lot of them seemed like family pictures. There were also pictures of other ghouls she did not recognize, must be old ghouls who belonged to Primo or Secondo. As they walked closer to the den, she could her laughter and the sound of instruments moving.

— Rain could you help me with something? — They entered the main room, he was holding her burned hand in his hand— Oh yeah, this is sister y/n! She had a little...weird accident with the door...

— Huh?...— Rain came closer to her and soothe the red skin between his hands — Nice to meet you....what happened?

Rain was soft...his skin was moist and cold, and felt really nice in her burnt hand. He smelled like water lilies; his skin has a blueish green tone mixed with grey. He was soft spoken but he seemed as energetic as Dewdrop.

— I touched the metal gate and burned my hand...

Cirrus looked at her and her hand, the burn mark was shaped like a crescent moon while the one in her index was shaped like a small triangle. She moved next to Sunshine and whispered something at her.

— That's weird...—Rain replied — But is nothing that serious, Mounty can you grab a cold compress from the fridge?...

The ghoul came closer to her with the cold pack, He was tall, like a tree. And he was skinny but well built, she noticed that in the way that the shirt stick to his body. He smelled like a forest.

— Nice to meet you.... I’m mountain.... —He grabbed her hand putting the cold pack close to her fingers. — This should help...

— Nice to meet you...both of you...And thank you...

Rain and Mountain looked at her smiling softly, Cirrus was being honest with them when she told them that sister y/n was a sweetheart.

—Move! I want to meet her too! —Someone pushed them both away and looked at her. Sunshine was exited, too excited. She was just as Secondo's vision had told her. Her cute face, her puffy cheeks, her hair. She was gorgeous! — I'm sunshine! Nice to meet you sister y/n!

She smelled like summer, that summer afternoons reading in her backyard at her house...And her smile was so bright and full of energy. She was almost her same height maybe a bit smaller, but her body shape was amazing, her hips and chest, the way that the black suit hugged her curves mesmerized her.

— It's okay if I hug you? —The ghoulette waited for an answer —

— Yeah...it is don't worry...—She extended her arms, Sunshine hugged her and pressed her body against her, lifting her a bit from the floor. It was a tight hug, but felt amazing...all of her nervous thoughts disappeared at the moment she let herself go in that sweet embrace.

— Oh, cirrus you were right! She is huggable! Swiss, fuck off I'm going to keep her to myself! Cumulus join in!

—Fuck off sunshine .... She is my guest...—Swiss smiled at her, she was still hugging Sunshine, but she seemed so calm and relaxed...an expression that he had not seen until that point. Cumulus went from behind sunshine and lift both of them in a hug. Y/n laughed; it was something that not even in her wildest dreams could happen. Everyone was so nice to her, she felt that warm feeling in her heart again. She felt welcomed by them...Cumulus was gorgeous also, a tad shy compared to Sunshine but gorgeous nonetheless, she reminded her of a soft cloud, the type of fluffy clouds that linger in the first days of spring...

Swiss was happy, seeing her so calm and relaxed, laughing with the ghoulettes...She was not going to be alone anymore.

—Hey, let my guest alone you two....let's get our things, we are running a bit late...—He hugged her from behind as soon as the rest went to fix their instruments and clothes — Sorry if they are a bit much...but I did warn you...

— It's okay Swiss...if I'm honest, I was a bit scared...but they are so nice...and here I feel...at home?...—Her eyes became a bit glossy, she didn't felt this full of love since a long time ago.

— I'm glad to hear that...—He kissed her cheek — You are more than welcomed here...You are now officially welcome in the ghoul den....—He was hugging her from the waist, and made a small movement down her hips, he couldn't help it.

— Swiss...do I have to remind you that you need to behave?... —She smiled a bit. He looked like a scolded kid.  Pouting at her.

— I'm doing my best...but it's so hard...—He nuzzled his face in her neck breathing her scent and leaving soft kisses in her skin. — You smell so good...can I misbehave just a bit?...—He squeezed her hips pressing a bit against her— Just a bit...

Her breath was irregular, she choked a small moan as soon as his lips touched her skin. But she was not going to lose this, it was his punishment.

— Swiss....I'm not going to give you your treat if you don't behave...that was the deal...

He growled behind her ear giving it a little bite at her earlobe before letting her go.

— I get it....but you will pay for this later....—His smirk grew as soon as he felt her scent becoming stronger. She was already aroused.

Dewdrop saw the whole thing from the ceiling, her scent was strong enough to hit him, he wanted to feel it closer to him, maybe under him, maybe above him. His fangs bit his lip hard trying to bring him to reality and he dropped from the ceiling in the kitchen, to not scare her again. The rest of the den was ready to go, she walked with them to the outside of the church, talking with Cirrus about the new books and how some of them were in Latin, cumulus promised her to help her with the translation because she knew Latin. They got on the bus, it was luxurious but not overwhelmingly luxurious. It seemed comfortable and she understood why, they travel a lot and for many hours sometimes. She awaited to everyone to get in the buss to find a seat, she seated between Swiss y Dewdrop. Both of them put their hands on her legs, and both of them growl to each other when they realized.

— It's okay, it doesn’t matter but behave please.... don’t growl.

— You are my guest....Mine.

—Yeah but she already told me she finds me hot and charming!

—If you don't behave I’m going to seat between Mountain and Rain, they seem more mature than you two right now...

Rain laughed and patted his tight and Mountain did the same

— You will always have a good seat here with us don't worry.

She blushed, does everyone in the den was interested in getting in her bed?...Well , she was amused by it, but also she was intrigued and wanted to taste a bit of hell with the ghouls...

Swiss and Dew pouted at her and stopped their fight , keeping their hands where they were without complains. Swiss squeezed a bit her thigh, while dewdrop caressed her skin softly, playing with the embroidery in her stocking, she heard steps coming from the drivers cabin.

—What’s going on in here? —He was huge, HUGE. Tall and strong, his arms could crush her if he wanted to. His thighs were big, almost trapped inside his pants. — Oh you are the famous sister from the library? Nice to finally meet you! —He hugged her and lift her from the seat with ease, she felt as a feather being manhandled like that, his hug was strong but not rough, and her whole body fitted perfectly between the ghoul arms.

— H-Hi.....

—Oh Sorry, I'm Aether! I'm the one in charge of the bus most of the time because the rest doesn't have sense of orientation and always mess with the locations and directions. You are really small....

She was still in the air until he grabbed her legs and put them around his waist. Like a koala.

— Hey dipshit , drop her she is my guest! — Swiss kept on repeating that, because he didn't wanted to say "my treat".

—Oh, but she sure would enjoy being with me, wouldn't you sister? —His smile grew bigger showing his fangs. She was red like the velvet seats of the bus. The ghoul just laughed and put her down again in her seat with care. — The offer is still on Sister, nice to meet you. —He left again to the drivers cabin.

— He is huge....

—But he is a golden retriever in terms of charisma. He is a total— Cumulus joined the conversation—...how did they said in that series that we were watching Sunshine? ....

— A total himbo! —Everyone laughed at the comment. They were having such a good time

When they arrived at the location she helped the ghoulettes with their outfits, and polishing their masks a bit. She helped cirrus with her hair, and fixed Dewdrop tie. Then she helped Swiss to adjust his suspensors and gave Aether a shoulder massage because he was a bit tense to move freely. She was seated on the backstage when a pair of mismatched eyes found her.

—Sister y/n?.

— Cardinal! ...—She hugged him — I'm so glad to see you before your big night....

— What are you doing here?...how did you know what is going to happen? ....—He caressed her head with soft movements, he was indeed happy to see her, but intrigued.

— Are you mad at me? I know that I should have told you but I wanted to be a surprise...Swiss invited me, and told me about your big day....

—I’m not mad dolcezza, sorry for not saying anything about this in the morning...I really wanted to but, Sister Imperator told me not to say a word before the ritual...—He kissed her forehead. — you came with the ghouls?....are you good with Swiss? Si?

—Everyone is so nice...and yes Swiss and I made up, part of his apology was bringing me here....—She cuddle in his chest enjoying his warmth.

— I'm glad that you get along with them...You know what will happen now with me do you dolcezza?...Maybe I'm not going to have that much time with you as I used to but...you have them now, and they will take care of you...

—I’m going to miss you...but I will always be there when you return..

—I will visit you as soon as I arrive....—He brushed her cheek...he was worried about her. He was told about Secondo's vision, she was so young...her destiny was already written...but she would be happy with that?

— You will do great Papa...—She caressed his chest and fixed his tie a bit — I fully believe in you.

— Dolcezza....thank you for being here, it means a lot to me....I got to go, the show is about to start...ask one of the guys from security to move you to the first row,  I will tell them your name ok?....—He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and left, she waited on the side of the stage. The ghouls started to walk towards the stage.

Cirrus hugged her before going up, Sunshine kiss her forehead, Cumulus also hugged her. Mountain asked about her hand, and then kissed it on the palm before going up, rain kiss her forehead. Aether lifts her again in a hug. Dewdrop got close to her, too close...

—If I kill it on stage...will you give me a kiss? —He smiled —

— I will think about it....—She laughed and kissed him on the mask.

—That’s enough for me...—He left with a big grin and went up stage.

Swiss walked to her and grabbed her by the waist. He was without the mask, and it was holding it with his tail.

—I know I promised to behave...but this is going to be my lucky charm for today....—He grabbed her chin and kissed her, slowly and intense. He pulled her closer to him, he needed to enjoy as much as he could before going on stage. She did not fell short, she hugged him and pressed her body to him, why not? She broke the kiss when the air was lacking to her body.

— I will take that in consideration but....good luck...—The ghoul smiled, put on his mask and went to stage. She was flustered.

—Sister y/n , please come with me —She followed one of the guards and she found her spot , in front of the stage, she was ready to see the show.

She was sure that this was going to be one of those experiences that she would never forget no matter how hard she try. Tonight she didn't care about anything but the ghouls, and his Papa Emeritus the Fourth. The show was about to begin, and Sister y/n felt the excitement running through her body. She didn't attend a ritual since she entered the abbey thanks to one, she felt the adrenaline of being in the presence of the ghouls and Papa in their element, the stage.

The ritual begun with a small ceremony in which they presented to the world the new Emeritus the Fourth. She screamed in joy, clapped with the other assistants to the ritual in his honor. Then the music started, and she was mesmerized by it. Papa showed so much energy, so much passion and love to his doing, Dewdrop was indeed killing it so she would have to give him that kiss later. Swiss looked at her enjoying the show, so he was going to put a little show for her too. Dewdrop thought the same, as he moved through the stage he blow a kiss in her direction, she laughed. Swiss was dancing in his spot shimming his shoulders and hips at the beat, sunshine vocals were amazing...Everyone was giving their best. Swiss came closer to the end of the stage during a small break and greeted the public, but keeping special attention to the part where she was standing, winking at her, blowing kisses. Dewdrop notice that and just to bother him ( and make her smile ) threw a pick at him. When the multi-ghoul looked at the fire ghoul, this flipped him off and stuck out his tongue just to annoy him even more. What he didn't expected at all was for the multi ghoul walking towards him, getting behind his back and start to choke him in the most seductive way possible. He got the point he was trying to prove, she was watching them...why not giving her a show? Dew press his back against the body of the ghoul who mas moving his hips to the rhythm of dew's guitar, they rocked back and forth all of this while one of Swiss hands grabbed his chest and the other his neck, squeezing a bit. Copia returned to the stage after drinking a bottle of water and looked at the show the other two were putting, a part of him embarrassed and another part intrigued, they were always like that but, they seemed really invested and the public was screaming like crazy. A pretty good ritual, nonetheless.

Swiss squeezed a bit harder and before leaving the ghoul he bites his neck over the fabric. And the hand in his chest traveled to his crotch to grab his dick, Dew moaned , not loud enough for the people to hear but enough to make Swiss aware of it. That prick was going to pay after the show, alone or with the sister.

She felt heated just by watching that, they kept eye contact with her the whole time , except for the dick grabbing, at that point they were only looking at each other, they went back to their spot to continue with the show and try to avoid looking at her, they felt her scent growing, after memorizing her scent they could smell it everywhere if it was strong enough...and it was. She felt the wetness between her legs, which show they put for her in front of all of those sinners who enjoyed it. The way they moved, how Swiss hands were so big , she needed to feel them in her neck, in her chest, she was dizzy, the smell that she knew...It smelled like Swiss scent...but there was another one, like burnt wood in a campfire but more musky...smokey leather. She felt lightheaded.

Dewdrop was the first to fall, he looked at her. She looked so amused, so flustered. Her glossy eyes, her lips partly open, her scent traveling to his nose as an invitation to eat her out all night. He played it a bit more, he winked at her again, to make her known he was watching her, and took his hand to his mouth licking two of his fingers and moving his tongue up and down the middle of them. She felt her thighs clenching together and the wetness of her core growing, a choked moan was stopped in her throat when his hand made the movement of him jerking off to her. With a cheeky smile the ghoul turned around, she was going as crazy as him.

Swiss smiled noticing all of that...Dew wanted to play, and he was more than sure that y/n also wanted to. She was slowly letting herself go, and both ghouls were more than happy to help her loosen up a bit more. Swiss was needy, he wanted to feel her...for a long time he didn't feel this type of hunger about someone, she was driving him crazy, and that little game with Dewdrop left him even more needy. He only prayed to Satan that the moment of receiving his "treat" would come soon to him. He was so aroused that his glare was failing, he thanked that the suit covered most of his skin, but his horns were becoming a bit annoying under the helmet.

Dewdrop was begging for the ritual to end he wanted to relieve the tension on his pants as soon as possible, around his neck the scent of Swiss was also making him go feral. As soon as the play the last song he went backstage, he decided to go as quick as possible to the bus, he could jerk off alone while the rest packed the things. Little he knew that Swiss had the same plan in mind, involving sister Y/n

Swiss went quickly to find her, she was waiting at the hallway behind the stage, the one that lead to the bus, it was empty.  He was sweating, his pants felt tight around his crotch, his scent hit her like a punch in the face. Her legs twitched , he got closer to her grabbing her waist and pulling in his direction.

— I think that I behaved pretty well...—His voice was a bit deeper, a growl trapped in his chest. His claws pressed against her hips, threatening the fabric of the dress. — I want my treat....and I'm not capable of waiting until we get to the den...

She wanted to throw herself into his arms, but she also wanted to play a bit with his limit... something inside of her was growing and could be the lust, but this was darker, a primal desire to be fucked until she couldn't take it anymore. So, she was going to tease a little more.

— Do you think that you behaved? What about that little show that you played with Dewdrop....poor thing, he was notoriously hard beneath his guitar...—She moved his arms around his shoulders pulling him closer to her — That was good behavior?....

He saw how her eyes darkened in front of him, the pupil like a whole moon , her gaze completely filled by lust. Her scent was beyond the point of intoxicating , he needed her, he ripped his helmet of his head, his glare long gone by now. He grabbed her chin looking right into her eyes.

— It was nothing. I can be a lot worse....—His fangs were glowing under the light of the hallway — I could grab you right here...pulling that nice dress up and make you my little slut right know...

—You deserve your treat....don't you?....—She was consumed by lust at this point. Nothing was in her mind. She felt her blood boiling inside of her, she wanted him. She needed him, in her mind there was nothing but him.

—Please sister....you really want to tease me?....I could destroy your insides with my strength if I wanted to...but I don't want to do that....I want to make you come over and over....you are going to feel me inside you probably a couple of days and if you forget.. I'll be glad to remind you as much as you need to.... Please y/n .... don’t torture yourself.... don’t torture me...

She lifted her dress showing a cute lace purple underwear and moved her leg up to his waist. And Swiss felt his cock was about to burst inside his pants. They still had at least two hours before everyone was ready to leave and that hallway was going to be empty all the time. He kneeled in front of her looking her flustered expression, he released his cock from his pants to relieve some tension before ripping her underwear of the way , one zip from his claw.

—H-Hey...those were my favorites...

—I will buy you more...and rip them again.... —He could have waited, took more time...but the sight in front of him was something to die for. He couldn't wait a fucking minute more. He place both of her legs in his shoulders with his strength, he could have her there a whole day if he wanted to. Before she could say anything more he began to eat her out. He was a thirsty ghoul, licking every piece of soft skin in his way, paying special attention to her clit, pressing his tongue and sucking slowly.

Her back was straight to the wall, she thanked that the ghoul had her lifted in his shoulders, because her legs stopped working since the ghoul began to lick her like a starved man who found fresh fruit in the desert. He was hungry, the sinful noises that came out her mouth, the sound of the wet tongue of the ghoul licking between her folds. She felt close to the edge, she couldn't help it. It has been so long since she had something, and that could not be compared at all with the feeling of having the ghoul between her legs, worshipping her as some sort of lustful goddess.

— What happened with that smart mouth sister....—He stopped his eating to look her right the eye while moving his index over her hole slowly, tempting.

— D....Don't....—She couldn't even talk properly — be....a tease....mgnh...Swiss please.... I want your dick inside...

—I’m not going to fuck you here....I want you to be comfortable...—He smiled as he pushed two fingers inside her with ease, feeling how her inside twitched.— But I'm going to make you come in my mouth before leaving....

— But.... Swiss.....I want it....—She gasped and moaned between words, his fingers were as dexterous as with the guitar...she felt like she was going to come at any minute. His tongue made his way to her clit, licking and pressing the small bud, he found the perfect pace and that sweet spot that made tighten around his fingers sucking them back in every time he pulled them out, over and over. Her taste was delightful, he could drink from her day and night.

— Swiss... Swiss I want to....I need to come please...

He moved his fingers faster, deeper. Looking for her breaking point, enjoying her moans, her hands pulling his hair a bit every time she was near. After a couple more minutes she came at least twice, her whole body felt like melted butter. She looked down on the ghoul, his face and beard wet, her pussy still constricting and pushing that liquid outside her. She didn’t even knew she could do that! He kept licking until she squeezed her legs to making him stop.

— E... Eno...ugh....—She dropped to the floor on her knees after the ghoul let her down on the floor Looking at him before letting her eyes wander down to his cock. His black underwear had a huge wet spot, he was leaking so much pre cum, and his scent was strong overpowering her senses. Without thinking twice she licked the dark spot over his dick, outlining the head of his cock with her tongue, sucking the taste out of the fabric. He growled grabbing her hair in a fist pressing his crotch to her face.

— You seem hungry sister...look at you...on your knees for me...with my dick pressed to your face and you drooling over my underwear...so filthy...tell me sister....do you want to suck my dick like the good girl you are?...

Her fucking praise kink , she felt her insides twitch by the mere thought of having him on her mouth, moaning her name.

— I want to...please....—She opened her mouth sticking her tongue out waiting obediently. Like she waited for the wine in front of Papa. He released his dick from his underwear and rub it on her tongue, she moaned feeling the hot wet pre cum directly in her mouth. She was feeling like a whore, but she didn't care, her body had a mind for its own , she wanted more. More of his taste, more of his growls and moans.

— If I get to rough you can pat my leg....—Before she could answer he began thrusting his dick inside her mouth, she was bobbing her head and drooling over the floor and on his dick, she looked up with tears in her eyes and a blissed outlook, he moaned at the sight. She was so hot and her mouth felt amazing. He pressed against her throat making her gag a couple of times before leaving it inside for a couple of seconds grasping her hair, moaning her name. Just to push her away for a moment and rubbing his cock and her spit over her cheeks and lips.

—Look at you...you are a filthy sinner... drooling all over my dick with that fucked out look on your face....such a good little slut for me....I'm going to come in your mouth...and what are you going to do?

— Swallow it...

— Like a good slut... say it sister ...

— I'm....going to swallow it like....like the good slut that I am...

— Good girl...I'm going to fuck you so hard after this...you are going to scream my name over and over....—He put his dick on her mouth again making her licking and sucking it. Chasing his high — And...mgnh....ah fuck....when we come back to the den...I'm going to fuck you until you pass out...ahhh! Fucking hell like that.....damn...you sure are hungry....keep going I'm going to come in that pretty mouth of yours....look at that slutty face of yours...Mngh.,.oh fuck ....y/n...I'm going to...ahh fuck!

He pressed hard against her mouth letting his thick cum flow freely in her mouth, he had a lot to let go. She swallowed until he stopped. So tasty, so thick and salty....

—Nngh....such a good girl...who is my good girl huh? —He lifted her from the floor — We still have like an hour left....and those velvet cushions on the bus are perfect for your soft skin...—He kissed her, tasting himself on her mouth. He carried her to the bus, caressing the skin of her legs slowly.

When they got in the bus they heard a breathy moan, and the sound of springs and cushions, they looked around the bus only to find out Dewdrop at the back, with his pants open and his fist on his dick masturbating with one of Swiss shirts that laid on the bus.

—So that's were that shirt was...

—Mngh... fucking asshole...—His eyes darted out to the sister in Swiss arms — Mngh...you are going to only sit there and watch?

She had never seen him without the helmet, his long greyish hair shined like silk on his flustered face. The scent of charcoal and campfire, smoked leather....it was him. Her mouth watered seeing his dick leaking pre cum on the seats. She looked at Swiss with a mischievous smirk.

— We still have an hour?... And...I promised something to Dew....—She patted Swiss arm and he let her down, she walked down the bus closer to Dew, he moaned just feeling her scent near to him.

—Y/n....please....

— Don't worry Dew...—She kneeled down in front of him and gave his dick a long lick from the base to the top. Swiss got hard just seeing that wonderful scene. He also got closer to them grabbed Dews hair and pulled him closer to his crotch.

— Come on Dewdrop...lick it....

— Fucking asshole....—He growled before sucking the tip of Swiss dick, giving it a little brush with his fangs, Swiss tightened his grip on the fire ghoul hair and growled at him.

— Don't bite....

— Be good Dewdrop....—She kept licking but not putting him in her mouth, not yet.

— Mngh....y/n...you are going to pay for this too...—He sucked harder on Swiss who buckled his hips in the small ghoul mouth fucking his face with almost no consideration. He loved the sight of the prideful ghoul drooling for him, and she looked so invested in making both of them feel good. She was another person, where did the shy sister from the library went? He wanted to see more of her. She was a mysterious little lamb...and he couldn't wait to fully unravel her lustful side.

— Mngh...Dew...—She went down on his dick , she felt the tip brushing her throat, she tried her best to battle the gag reflex and gave her best to making feel as good as he could, he was a moaning mess between her and Swiss. His hands went to her head pushing her down and keeping her on place, he began to thrust chasing his climax, they were both a drooling mess.

Swiss took out his dick from Dew, this purred and looked at him annoyed, he wanted to keep sucking him.

— Don't be selfish...—He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her

—Help me a bit here Dew....—He grabbed her legs speeding her open and sitting with her in his lap. His dick brushing her pussy every time that he moved to adjust. — aren't you hungry?

Dew smiled and went right to her pussy, licking and sucking with hunger. Swiss took of her dress and bra, and while the fire ghoul was eating her, he was playing with his nipples pulling and pinching them, his tail going up and down her body. The fire ghoul put his tongue inside her moving it, using his fingers to stimulate her clit and used his own tail to jerk off.

Dew was having a wonderful time eating her out, her taste was so good, and she was so wet already. His tongue going in and out of her, he felt already like and addict to her taste, he wanted more and more. The spade of Swiss tail went beneath her and began to going over her clit and giving it little slaps while Dew worked with his tongue on her. In less than five minutes she was almost there, the over stimulation was making her go crazy, she felt how her hips buckled and the coil in her inside burst. She came with a loud moan, gushing all over dewdrop face, who drinked it with delight.

— Thanks dewdrop...—He lifted her again a bit and began to make his way inside her, pressing slowly and letting her down smoothly. — Fucking hell.... you are tight...

She felt her insides being rearranged to fit the ghoul , she was so full. Her mind was completely gone by now, the only feelings in her head were pleasure and a primal hunger for more of the ghouls. She looked at Dew as she struggled a bit to fit Swiss inside of her.

—Poor sweet sister....it's hard?...—Dew came closer to her, cupping her face in his hands passing his thumb over her lip. — You can do it.... how does it feel Swiss??...

—Incredibly tight and warm....but she is adapting to me as she was made for me Dew...you should try it later...—He moved a bit, she moaned and licked Dew's thumb hungry for more of him. — Look at her...such a nice girl...What do you think Dewdrop... Mngh fucking hell...we should keep her in the den....all day being stuffed by us...

— Oh no...maybe we could use her cute room next to the library, no one will go there at night....no one will hear you scream our names....—Dew got closer, he kissed those velvety plumped lips letting her taste the sweet scent of her pussy in his tongue, he grabbed her tits and caressed them, tracing the skin softly with his claws, pinching slowly and pulling. She deepened the kiss while Swiss began to move at a steady rhythm when she was comfortable enough.

— Dew...Mngh...I want to suck you...

— Mmnn....my sweet girl is hungry? ....—He seated in the sit in front of them and Swiss moved her closer to him while pounding her pussy harder than before , the change in position tightened her inside, and it felt like fire inside of her. So warm, so wet and sticky, her velvety insides were milking him, squeezing him every time she was close. Dewdrop guide his dick close to her mouth, grazing her lips with it a couple of times before going in. She moved her tongue around it tasting as much as she could.

He looked at Swiss, his blissed-out expression, his eyes shining with desire and lust. It had been a lot since the last time they shared a moment like this together. He looked so fine all sweaty, his black hair sticking to his face, the veins in his neck pumping like crazy. His own hips began to move harder, trying to get in sync with Swiss thrusting, her moans, his moans and growls alongside the moans and growls of Swiss were the only thing that one could hear inside the bus.

—Mngh....I'm going to come inside you little whore....—Swiss slapped her butt a couple of times. She was already on her Sixth or Seven orgasm of the night, her insides felt like fire and inside her chest something was growing every minute.

— Mngh...do you want it in your mouth sweets?...—Dew pushed against her throat again.— I will take that face as a yes....—They both growled in sync while their thrusts were becoming more and more savage, they were a growling and moaning mess.

She was completely lost in her lust to even care about what will happen with her after that, she just wanted to live the full experience with those two. She moaned their names taking a moment from worshipping dewdrop cock.

—Mngh.... Swiss! Dewdrop! I'm going to....ah! Swiss! Dew! Mnhhh fucking hell!

She came with a loud moan, the coil in her inside exploded,  her interior tightened and squeezed Swiss dick inside her, making him burst with a deep growl filling her with his thick and hot cum, his claws breaking a bit of the skin in her hips as he squeezed her in position.

Dewdrop didn't last long after that, he grabbed her face and look directly in her eyes as he came on her tongue. She swallowed and smiled. Dew was fairly impressed.

The trio collapsed in the couch, slowly getting back to their senses. A deep purring came from Swiss chest before getting up.

— You, help her get dress, lend him one of my shirts and....uh...she doesn't have any more underwear...I think Cumulus had a pair on her bin I'm going for it....—He smiled looking at the sight in front of him, the small ghoul and the sister cuddling in the seat, all sweaty and tired. He gave both of them a kiss before going to look for clothes and a towel. He helped her first cleaning her and making sure she was comfortable enough for the ride back home, then he did the same for the ghoul.

—I missed doing this type of mayhem with you Dew, but don't bite my dick again or I will bite your precious tail. —He joked with the fire ghoul, she was slowly going back to reality after the high. As the both of them were watching her, Dew gave her a blanket and a kiss on the forehead. They opened the windows in a lame attempt of making the place stink less like sex.

—Swiss...hug me...—She looked at him needy, too needy. Like a puppy.

—If you want to....—He hugged her, passing her arm around her shoulders and letting her rest on his chest.

—Make space for me asshole...—Dewdrop hugged Swiss from the opposite side of her, purring. The multi ghoul was warm...

—Does anyone of you smoke? —She asked—

— You smoke?...

— Only when stressed....or after sex. It's kind of a cliche....And I haven't smoke in a long time...—She laughed a bit. Swiss gave her his cigarettes, dew lightened with the tip of his tail with a smile.

—Here...

—Well...I did gave you the kiss you wanted. —She smiled pinching the ghoul cheek — Do you have anything to do now?...

— Well...go to bed...eat something!... tomorrow we have another ritual...why?...

She looked the tip of her cigarette, the smoke going up and twirling in the air, so many memories from other times flooded her mind.

—.... I wanted to know if I can stay with you tonight...

Swiss and dew looked at each other, a bit worried and at the same time excited.

— You are always welcome in the den. If you want to stay, you can stay...But you are going to sleep with us. I don't want sunshine stealing you in the middle of the night. She has a huge crush on you.

— And you don’t? —She gave him a cheeky smile. — She is so cute...

— More than me?....—Dew made her puppy eyes before giving her a kiss — You smoke menthols Swiss? Your dick is going to fell and shit ....

— You didn't seemed worried about that while sucking and drooling all over it.

She got red, Dew just smiled and laughed. They cuddle again while talking about nonsense and food until she fell asleep. The other ghouls went to the bus hours after, they already knew. It was no fucking mystery that the three of them were fuming for each other.

—Ugh....this place reeks...

— Mnn... It's smell like pomegranate....and burnt. —Aether took a picture with his phone of the three of them napping. — They are going to beg for this picture.

Copia went inside the bus, he had a soft smile in his face, he was tired but he wanted to talk with the ghouls, so he asked if they could talk outside the bus to don't bother y/n and the resting ghouls. Once outside Copia looked at the ghouls and made a small bow to them, showing the respect he had for all of them as a team.

—It was a great night guys....I know that you...are used to Terzo way of doing things but...I will give my best to make you feel proud of the Project. I know that this could be harsh at first , and maybe I will mess a lot of things. But I will do my best effort.

— Oh papa...—Cirrus hugged him and kiss his cheek — You are doing a great job....Terzo is mad at you?...

— A bit....Si, and I understand him...I want you to know that I never planned to steal this from him...He is my friend. But everything was already planned by Secondo and Sister Imperator. I'm glad that you understand me...And I'm also glad to see that y/n is being cared so much here...She is...well she is a friend, someone very important to me, and I know many of you are aware of the situation that surrounds her but, please don't say anything yet...I want to have a talk with her before...

— Secondo told you?....—Cirrus interfered

—What are we missing on? —Aether and Rain were unaware of the situation, as dew and Swiss who were sleeping. — What "situation"  

— Mnn...okay, I will tell this to Dew and Swiss later. Secondo had a vision, about a sister of sin who would be reborn as a ghoul. This vision happened years before Terzo assumed the papacy, but around a year ago Secondo called Me and Mountain as representatives of the ghoul den, because he had news. A sister had been integrated to the church, and she was the one in Secondo's vision, he was sure about it, the oracles and our boss were asked so he could be completely sure about her. And he is. Sister y/n will become a ghoul like us in... about a year.

— She!?...a ghoul!? That's.... I know that there are ghouls that used to be humans but...the process can be horrible...—Aether protested—

— And... being a ghoul means that she will have to live here forever...

— Not necessarily, but she will never be a complete human again, she could pass as one but she will be almost immortal like us. She would have to say goodbye to her family...—Copia interrupted, he knew about the complications, as a way to help her he sends cirrus with the book, he knew she would be interested in reading it, maybe it would help her to make amends with her destiny. — That's the hard part...

— And the heats, and when you feel your horns pierce your skin as they grow, how your tail breaks your skin to be free, and how it hurts to feel that the first months...—Rain replied — It's going to be hard...she will be ready to it? ....—He sighed. From the den he was the only one who was a reincarnated ghouls, but it had been years since he became a ghoul, he forgot most about his human life already. But he did remember the pain and the fear to the unknown, the changes. He loved his ghoul life, that did not change the fact that maybe she wont be ready to it.

— Rain…I am also scared, I care about her too, but our lord decided that her destiny lies here, with us, as a ghoul...I want to give her the best chances of have a better life here, so she never looks back and regret her decision because It will kill her inside…

As they talked about the future of the sister, the fire ghoul was listening closely, from behind the door of the bus, his heart ached, Copia was right; she will die inside if she lives with that regret, he needed to tell her, he needed to prepare her for the changes…But how she could react to the news?

A.N : So, a long chapter and a plot twist. Yeah, the idea was the same since the first chapter but i wanted to build it up a bit. I dont know if it worked that well though. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading it, I will try my best to post more often, oh and im also thinking on opening the ask and take some submissions maybe, if you are interest coment down below <3

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EVERMORE: Chapter One

Eddie Munson Fic - Evermore Directory - Word Count: 7.7K

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Music blared through Eddie’s ears as he stared out the dingy bus window. “It's for the best, kid.” Wayne's voice echoed through his mind. “You know I care for you, son, but I got no clue how to handle this.” His uncle's sorrowful and concerned expression was drilled into Eddie’s mind.

It's been three months since his return, six since his ‘death’. The world has fallen into autumn, red and brown leaves adorning the trees that pass in a blur. “You'll master your powers and meet others like you. I'll miss you all over again, man.” He could still feel Dustin's tears soaking through his shirt.

Eddie wasn't completely alone on the bus. Aside from the driver, there was a girl, probably around 15, softly sobbing in the back of the bus, and a boy who looked no older than 12 or 13 towards the front of the bus, right behind the bus driver. He stared out the window in a similar fashion to Eddie. His eyes were dry, but he didn't really look happy to be on this bus ride either. 

Eddie was sat in the middle, a good amount of space between both the others. According to his new rubber watch, they were about 11 hours into their 13 hour drive. He glances over his shoulder to find the girl passed out against the window with dried tears on her face. He turns to look in front of him to find the boy still staring out the window blankly. He wondered if either of these children went through the same thing he did. Did they also suddenly gain mysterious, super natural powers they can't seem to control? Did they too do something unforgivable to put them here? He sighs and averts his eyes back to the window. The morning sun was peeking over the skyline. Did they always do night pickups? Was it to hide their shipments?

Eddie's leg began to bounce as they neared closer and closer. ‘Welcome to Vermont’ the sign read as they passed. He knew this was the best choice but that couldn't stop his heart from feeling betrayed and bitter.

Over the last three months, he was plagued with night terrors and migraines. It made him detached and irritable beyond belief. He lost count how many times Wayne was unfortunately on the wrong end of those lash outs. Every time, Eddie felt a pang of regret immediately after, but that didn't keep it from happening again and again.

Eddie was never this bad. He'd always been a good kid despite what everyone thought, despite his transcript. Wayne had no clue what to do when Eddie came back a full 180. The last thing he was expecting that day was to find his dead nephew alive and passed out on their front porch.

Wayne genuinely thought he might’ve been hallucinating. All the exhaustion had fleeted, and he rushed Eddie inside to keep him from prying eyes. It was a miracle no one saw him. When he woke, Eddie was too weak to actually explain himself, not that he even had answers to give. Eventually, Wayne just said to hell with it, and simply catered to his kid. Never in all of Eddie's years had he ever known Wayne to take a day off, but for Eddie, he took several. Three days and nights were spent aiding Eddie back to health. He fed him when he was too weak to lift a spoon and held him when he cried from head splitting nightmares. By the morning of day four, Eddie was at least able to make it to the bathroom and back on his own. Wayne made sure to have some food prepared for Eddie in case he got hungry during his night shift and told him to call if anything went wrong. He'd be back in a heartbeat.

As the weeks went by, Eddie became stronger and stronger, more than before. His night terrors didn't stop, but he was at least able to stop screaming and crying himself awake.

It was just two weeks ago that Eddie had done something he couldn't forgive himself for. He hurt Wayne.

He remembers the dream like a real memory. He was taller, bigger, but, somehow, he also felt lighter. He remembers looking down at his hands and seeing his pale fingers were replaced with slender, dark gray appendages. His blunt fingernails were now black sharp claws. His back felt heavy, like someone had strapped 300 pound weights to his shoulder blades. He remembers looking down at his body and being horrified. He's a monster, a real monster. His breathing started to pick up, and he began to feel lightheaded, a dull thumping in his mind. Though he was panicked at the sight of himself, there was this itching in the back of his brain. Something was there. He had felt an urge he'd never felt before. It was dark and malevolent. It scared him. What's happening to me?! He began thrashing about at the stale air around him, an unfamiliar roar coming from within him, rumbling through his chest. It was so boisterous that it rattled his own eardrums.

He was shaken out of his dream by the sound of his uncle's voice, “Christ!” Eddie's eyes rip open, and he immediately realizes his back on the ceiling. As soon as the realization hits, he falls to his bed, bouncing off and onto the floor with a heavy thud. Still in his panicked state, he yells, scrambling to back away from an invisible horror in front of him. Wayne made the mistake of rushing to his aid.

Feeling a grip on his shoulder in the midst of his screaming panic, Eddie swings an arm around, clawing at the perpetrator. “Ah!” His uncle's voice rings out in pain. Eddie's eyes snap up to the source, finding Wayne falling back, clutching his chest. Blood escapes his skin, staining the torn front of his shirt. Eddie stares up at his shocked uncle in terror.

“Wayne!” He yells, full of concern. He reaches out to him but is immediately taken aback when he sees the black, blood soaked claws on his hand. The tips of his fingers were shade gray as if halfway turned into the monster he was in his dream. He screams in horror at the sight of his own hand.

“Son!” Wayne's voice yells. Despite the blood rising down his front, Wayne closes in on Eddie, gripping his shoulders to grab his attention. Eddie's eyes find Wayne's, and he stops screaming. Tears immediately fill his eyes, and his uncle painfully brings him into his chest, holding him tightly. As Wayne rocked side to side, Eddie could feel the warmth of his uncle’s blood smear on his face and neck. Eddie sobbed uncontrollably, struggling to breathe as his heart pounded irregularly in his chest.

Eddie closes his eyes and leans his head against the bus window with a dull thud. He could feel his eyelashes dampen at the memory of that night, an all too familiar anxious drumming behind his ribs. This is for the best. He repeats in his head. He can't allow something like that to happen again, ever. 

Before he knows it, the bus is passing a ‘Welcome to Jericho’ sign. Then not 30 minutes after, it drives through a black metal gate that reads ‘Nevermore Academy’ at the top in a gothic font slowing to a stop into the main driveway.

Wordlessly, the driver exits the bus after opening the doors for the few passengers. Eddie takes in the new location through the window. There's an older, dark skinned man with dreadlocks conversing with the bus driver, giving him a friendly greeting with a smile. Are those horns? The man helps load the few bags that were in the bus's storage compartment into a trailer on the back of a small cart-like vehicle. They give eachother their farewells and the bus driver goes to tend to the bus while the man hops in the cart to drive away.

“Hey, mister?” Eddie's gaze switches to the little boy who was now standing in the aisle looking at Eddie. Eddie takes one of his wired earbuds out.  “It's time to get off.” The boy says timidly. Eddie nods and stands up in his seat, towering over the kid. The little boy turns to rush off the bus as Eddie puts his backpack on. He glances around the bus to realize it's empty. The girl must've already got off too.

Eddie trudged down the aisle, ducking a little to avoid bumping his head against the roof of the bus. He walks down the stairs, slowly stepping off the final one as he takes in a deep breath. The air here was a bit chilly, crisp, but it filled his lungs graciously. He walks up to stand beside the two younger kids. They stand in a line, all in front of an impossibly tall platinum blonde woman dressed in a monochrome, light gray outfit and matching heels. She began to speak a disingenuine speech, no doubt repeated a million times to every new arrival. Eddie tuned her out, just taking in her appearance. Her eyes were a piercing blue shade, and her lips were colored red, highlighting her smile. Her teeth were white and perfectly aligned. She had an unreadable aura around her. She reminded Eddie of a shark. Her sheer existence is just off-putting.

It seemed like her speech was coming to an end as she then gestures to a student beside her. “This will be your mentor, your guide, Mr. Sheridan.” She averts her eyes to look down at the young man standing next to her. He could easily be around 18 years old, most likely a senior or something. His near black hair was cut short and styled perfectly. He had blue eyes, defined lips, and a strong jawline. Judging from his looks, his neat appearance, and ironed stiff school uniform, he must be this school's ‘The King’ equivalent. He held a tight, polite smile. “Mr. Sheridan here is a great student who will ensure to take good care of you. You truly are in good hands.” He looks up at the official looking lady with a bashful grin before looking back at the three. He nods to the younger kids then looks over to Eddie with a curious expression, something Eddie clocked instantly, putting a bitter thought in his mind. Eddie looks deadpan at the guy as he turns to address the full group.

“It is an honor to meet you all.” His English accent rings out. Eddie fights the urge to roll his eyes. “I will be your go to informant to guide you and get you accustomed to the ins and outs of our daily life here at Nevermore Academy.” Jeez, this guy sounds like a douche. Eddie thinks, using the second scripted speech to get a good look at the building and grounds from where he stood. “Please, follow me.” Eddie's attention is brought back to the senior as the kids next to him start moving.

“Welcome to Nevermore, dear students!” The lady calls out as they walk passed. Eddie ignores the spiel getting rambled off about how their first days will be laid out, instead looking around at the campus as they walk through. He's enamored by the sights the school offers.

Originally, when the news hit Eddie that he was being shipped off to some boarding school by order of the government, he was expecting some sort of cross between jail, juvie, and military school. This was proving to be something much different. Visually, it's something straight out of a book. Externally, no one could see the giddy feeling that was blooming in his chest.

The campus seems strangely empty for being as large as it is. As if reading his mind, the young boy raises his hand to ask a question, “Excuse me, Mr. Sheridan?”

“Please, my name is Matthew.”

“Where are all the other students?” The tan boy asks. The student, Matthew, gives the shorter kid a kind smile and nods.

“Good question.” He chuckles, “Classes are in session right now. You three arrived kind of mid-day for most of us.” He looks down at his silver, expensive looking watch, causing Eddie to subconsciously do the same with his much less expensive, black one. 10:36 AM. Eddie drops his wrist. “Actually, this class period should be releasing some students here in about the next 15 minutes.” He looks back up at the trio with a polite grin. “We're making pretty good time. Our first stop is going to be the administrative office. We'll get your schedules. You'll get fitted for your uniforms, and we'll get your dorm keys.” He turns back around with a motion to continue following him. Eddie trails behind a little, not necessarily in any hurry.

Matthew opens up the door to the office, holding it ajar for the trio to enter ahead of him. The two younger kids walk in first, then Eddie. Matthew nods cordially at him as Eddie passes, following shortly behind. Eddie grants him zero attention. “Matthew, my boy!” A deep voice booms, naturally demanding Eddie's attention.

“Good morning, Professor Shaw. I have our new arrivals here.” The blue eyed boy turned to gesture to the new students, all of whom were staring at the horns atop the older man’s head. Man, this guy looks something straight out of D&D. His deep skin tone complimented his golden irises. He stood quite a few inches over everyone else and was obviously built sturdy underneath his neutral toned, professional attire. His voice also adorned an English accent, but it only added to his mysticality to Eddie.

“I see! Hello, young man.” The older man directs at the little boy. “M'lady.” He nods to the teen girl nicely. He then turns to Eddie. “Mr. Edward Munson. I presume?” Eddie's brows raise, shocked to hear his name come off the older man's tongue.

“Eddie, sir.” He corrects. The man raises his brows slightly and gives a frown of approval, nodding his head.

“Eddie it is. Pleasure to meet you. Pleasure to meet you all.” His attention is brought back to the other two. “I'm Professor Gardnal Shaw. I primarily work here in the admissions office, but I am also the teacher for Intro to More class, a course you all will undoubtedly be attending.” He smiles proudly. He lifts a hand towards the right side of the huge office. “If you would please, follow me.” He leads the way to a portion sectioned off behind a heavy velvet curtain, Matthew second in line. The teenage girl was next then the little boy after her. Eddie towered over the both of them from behind. His eyes are forward, but he catches the young boy in front of him timidly glancing back at him. Eddie offers a ghost of a smile, not wanting to make the kid any more nervous or uncomfortable around him. The boy's eyes widen when Eddie's eyes catch his gaze. An awkward smile sneaks onto his adorable face as he quickly turns to face forward. Eddie holds in a chuckle, curiosity overtaking him. He couldn’t help but ponder what on Earth could’ve possibly landed the small boy here. Was it anything comparable to him?

As the group passes the threshold of the curtain, they are met with an older, glasses wearing woman. She stood just an inch or so shorter than Eddie with the best posture he’d ever seen. Her hair was slicked back in a low bun, showing off her graying hairline. She looks just as neat and put together as the shark lady, but unnerving would be that last word used to describe her. The way her face lights up at the sight of new students instantly makes her the nicest middle aged lady Eddie has ever encountered. “Students, this is our lovely seamstress, Ms. Glenda. She will be assisting you with your uniforms.” Mr. Shaw announces with his hands clasped together in front of him.

“New arrivals!” She exclaimed excitedly.

“Good Morning, Ms. Glenda.” Matthew adds. She turns to him with a kind grin, her eyes crinkling at their corners.

“Well, good morning to you, Matthew. Very dashing, as always.” She compliments, motherly. The young man blushes, his bitten back smile extenuating his cheekbones. She turns her attention back to the new faces before he can come back with anything. “Now, who do we have here!” She adjusts her little, wire rimmed glasses and squints at the three. “A stunning young lady, an adorable little man, and quite a handsome young fellow, hmm.” The three all have their respective bashful, avoiding glances. “You,” All three lift their heads, but find her attention on Eddie specifically. Eddie's heart picks up slightly, nervous of what she may say next. “You, young man, are a bit older than the normal new arrivals I'm used to seeing.” She lifts her chin to look down the tip of her nose through her falling glasses. Eddie's brows furrowed in confusion as his eyes flit from one face to another, awkwardly glancing at each person in the room. Before he can open his mouth to say anything, Mr. Shaw buts in to take over.

“Eddie here is the first of many to come. Our academy is expanding the age range of our admissions to include those who may have found changes later in life.” The man eloquently clarifies, giving Eddie a comforting grin, but it does little to ease Eddie’s thoughts. Great, ‘first of many’. Eddie offers a grin that thinly veils his annoyance at the new found information.

“Ah, I see. Well, that's wonderful news.” The older lady says, voice full of warmth and welcome. She grins softly. “Well, let's get you all fitted! I’m sure you all have a lot more to do than sit around here all day!” She smiles widely before pulling each new student in one by one to get them situated with uniforms.

The next two hours were spent in the office, getting uniforms, schedules, and whatnot. After the admin office, Matthew guided them around campus, giving them a tour of the common yard, the libraries, showing them different wings for the different studies before finally leading them to the massive cafeteria.

The café had two levels. The main floor held a buffet spread of rotating foods, vending machines, and several rows of tables. The second floor was a balcony that had additional seating overlooking the main floor, some bathrooms, and another vending machine. On the far side of the cafeteria were floor to ceiling windows, presenting a mystical view of the Vermont countryside. “Alright, I think this is a perfect time as any to take a break and get some lunch.” Matthew announced, looking down at his watch to see the time as 12:45 PM. “Take an hour to relax and eat. I'll be back to collect you three around 1:45, so we can head to the dorms for you all to get settled in. For now, help yourselves to whatever you’d like.” The uniformed guide clasps his hands together, gives them a curt nod, and walks away.

The two kids glance at each other then at Eddie. The teenage girl walks off first. The little boy glances back to Eddie after watching the girl walk away. He looks like he wants to say something, which Eddie raises a brow to, but ultimately, he scurries away.

Eddie sighs and follows suit, assembling himself a plate of food that appears too appetizing to be a school lunch. He spots an empty seat next to the massive windows on the main floor. He’s one of the only few not wearing a uniform, so on top of his obvious age difference, his attire makes him stand out like a sore thumb. This causes him to catch a couple curious glances from some passing students, but it’s nothing he hasn’t experienced before.

As he walks to the empty table, he gets a pretty decent idea of different cliques. Even in this world, high schoolers aren't too different. On top of grouping up by sport or ‘status’, one of the obvious differences is that some are separated by species.

Eddie had to use everything in him not to stare at some of the more obvious ones, some with unnaturally colored skin tones, some with horns, others with tusks for canines. It was incredible to see in person something he’d only ever imagined or seen in movies and books. Man, what the guys would say about this. He shakes his head, looking down at his plate with a small chuckle. He successfully makes it to the targeted seat without issue. He drops his bag to the floor beneath him and starts eating, “Holy shit.” The food here is just as good as it looks. He hums to himself. After that first bite, suddenly all the hunger his emotions were hiding came to the surface. His stomach growled, begging for more. He scarfs down half his plate before something out the corner of his eye catches his attention.

Outside, several feet down in somewhat of a courtyard he didn’t visit on the tour, there was a group of students. Are those real? The thing that caught his eyes was the glimmering of metal, the afternoon sun reflecting off steel weapons and shields. Eddie drops his hands to the table to watch the commotion going on outside. There were stone stairs that led off the slide of the cliff that held the main school building. There were two students walking down them with trays of food. On their uniform jackets were added emblems that took up most of the space on their back panels. It was difficult to get a clear view of the golden embroidery from this far, but from what Eddie could tell, it looked like a sword with wings where the crossguard should be.

Eddie’s brows draw closer together as he squints to try and get a better look at the group below. All of the ones sparring had taken their jackets off, leaving them in their white button ups. The others that were seated and eating were too small for Eddie to see their jackets any clearer, but he does notice one person in particular. 

Atop a boulder on the edge of the courtyard stood an observer dressed in the same purple and black striped uniform jacket and black slacks. This observer had a golden sash hanging across their torso, fastened together at the hip, something only seen on royal families. They seemed to be yelling out orders or instructions ever so often. Standing next to the boulder was another onlooker.

She had long, bright blonde curls pulled back into a low ponytail and a hard gaze. Her white button down shirt was tucked into her ankle length, black and purple uniform skirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Eddie looks on curiously and a bit in shock. Eddie’s eyes are back on the golden sash student as they hop down from their high point to go up to two sparrers.

Taking one of the swords as they talk, they ready themselves for what seems to be a demonstration. Eddie watches as they start swinging the sword around, immediately catching the attention of all the other students around. They can be seen talking as they move so fiercely. Each swing of the sword is incredibly controlled and impactful. The fight was intense, yet they were basically floating, light on their feet, and still talking. Everything done was talked through and masterfully executed. Their ‘leader’ status was easily confirmed in Eddie’s mind.

Without much difficulty, you were able to disarm your opponent, turning to the one you assumed the place of with a nod, handing them back their sword. Some of the students watching even clapped. Eddie looked on in disbelief at the scene that just unfolded. He looks down at his half empty plate suddenly becoming a bit insecure and envious.

The rest of his lunch was spent taking bites of his food as he looked out the window, utterly intrigued. A cough of someone clearing their throat brings Eddie out of his trance. He whips his head around to see Matthew the Guide looking down at him. “Sorry to interrupt, but it’s time for you to become acquainted with your new dormmate.” He says with a small smile at his own little play-on word. Eddie raises his brow and nods.

“Sure thing,” Eddie stands, bringing his backpack up with him. He stands barely two centimeters above Matthew, but it makes all the difference in Eddie’s confidence. He cocks his head to the side and gives him a sarcastic grin. “Sir Matty the Dashing.” Eddie says, mimicking Matthew’s accent. Matthew’s small smile drops a bit.

“We’ll be waiting for you over by the doors.” He turns and strides away. Eddie huffs out a puff of air. He picks up the remnants of his lunch and drops it off at a trash can on his way to where Matthew and the other two new kids stand. “Alright, now that we’re all here.” He smiles sarcastically at Eddie before turning to the other two with a more genuine smile. “Let’s head to the dorms.”

Matthew leads the three to the different student housing areas. They dropped off the teenage girl to her building, Matthew handing her off to that building’s dorm manager to lead her the rest of the way. Next was the young boy Eddie would come to know as Anthony. He was dropped off at his door as he, Eddie, and Matthew all stayed in the same building. Once he disappeared behind the door with his new roommate, Matthew and Eddie were left alone. “Come on.” Matthew says, walking away without sparing another glance at Eddie. Eddie’s lip turns up in a grimace.

“Hey, man. What's with the attitude.” He bites back, catching up with Matthew.

“Me? You’re the one with an attitude, young fellow.” Matthew scoffs and gives Eddie a hard look. Eddie is stubborn with his defiance.

“Whatever, man.” Eddie scoffs and looks away.

“Listen, I understand if you are not necessarily happy to be here, but you don’t need to be rude.” Eddie’s brows raise in disbelief.

“I’m not being rude, and perfectly peachy.” He says with a disingenuous grin, cocking his head to the side. “I have no issue being shipped off,” he lies, “and being judged before I get a single word to vouch for myself is nothing new to me.” Eddie shoots back. Matthew sighs.

“Look, like Shaw said, we don’t usually get new students over the age of like 15, so I was just a bit caught off guard.” He sighs, but his excuse is going in one ear and out the other. “I admit I could’ve controlled my face a bit better, but I don’t think that should get me on your bad side before we even start.” Henry goes on.

Eddie glances over at the guide through his peripheral. They enter the empty elevator, heading up. Matthew stares forward with his jaw clenched, obviously annoyed that he has to be in an enclosed space with Eddie. There’s a few seconds of silence after the doors close before Eddie sighs.

“Look, man.” Eddie starts. “Like I said, I’m used to the judginess.” Eddie waves his fingers around. “You being assigned to me doesn’t have to make us friends. I can tell by your…” Matthew looks over his shoulder at the pause only to find Eddie waving his hand over Matthew’s entirety, causing him to roll his eyes. “That you aren’t usually the guy known for ‘hanging out’ with guys like me.” He holds his hands up in surrender. “And look, I get it if you don’t wanna tarnish your perception being associated with this.” He gestures to himself.

Matthew glances over his shoulder again, “I’m here to help.-”

“I’m also not going to be a charity case to heighten your ego.”

Matthew faces forward again puffing air out. “Look who’s being the judgy one.” Eddie rolls his eyes. Though Matthew isn’t necessarily wrong, Eddie doesn’t care to admit it.

“Just listen, buddy, these past few months have really turned my world… upside down.” Eddie frowns with a fleeting gaze. Eddie rolls his shoulders back to try and roll the thoughts off his back. “I’m used to being Eddie ‘The Freak’. It’s, of course, nothing new to me being the odd one out, so excuse me for trying to cut through the bull early.” Matthew nods understandingly.

“You know, you should realize something,” Eddie looks up, eyes on the back of Matthew’s head as he stares forward. “Nevermore is a school just like every other, but most people here are coming from a similar place. Sometimes people here forget, but outside these walls, beyond that gate, we’re all just freaks, monsters,... evil to the rest of the world.” Matthew looks down the bridge of his proud nose with a familiar distant stare. The elevator doors open and Matthew walks out without missing a beat.

They pass a few doors before Matthew speaks up again. “I am your ‘mentor’,” He halts in front of a door, turning to Eddie, “I am not your enemy.” He looks Eddie in the eyes with determination, trying to get through to him. “You should know, even if we are not meant to be ‘friends’, I am still an ally. If you need help with anything, you can reach out to me.” Eddie holds Matthew’s stare, searching his gaze for any malice. Matthew’s lips form a thin line as he gives Eddie a tight smile before nodding once. He lifts a hand to knock on the door.

There's stumbling and a commotion on the other side of the door. Eddie’s brows crease in suspicion at the noises, but Matthew just sighs and rolls his eyes. The door swings open revealing a young, dark skinned boy with wide, shocked eyes. He was huffing like he just ran a marathon, undoubtedly from stumbling over stuff in the room to get to the door. “Junior.” Matthew says in a warning tone through gritted teeth and an annoyed smile. Junior avoids Matthew’s eyes by awkwardly glancing at anything but him.

Eddie glances between Matthew and the kid, Junior. Matthew turns to Eddie, “Eddie, meet Junior,” He turns to gesture to the kid. “Your new roommate.” Matthew raises a threatening brow at Junior. “Junior, meet Eddie.”

“H-Hi,” The kid’s voice cracks awkwardly, “Come… Come on in.” Junior turns to walk away from the door, going further into the room. Eddie glances one last time at Matthew. He looks over to Eddie with a sigh and raises his brows.

“Good luck.” He mutters as he walks away. Before Eddie can follow up with Matthew’s concerning final words, Junior starts rambling.

“Here, over here is your bed, obviously as it’s the empty one, and over here is mine,... obviously. I, um, I moved some things around, but you’re more than welcome to move anything around how you’d like, well, I mean, as long as you,… you know, you leave my side of things alone, unless you want this side, we… we can figure something out that works for the both of us. Over there,” he turns to point at a door next to the one Eddie just entered through. “That- That’s the bathroom. It’s pretty nice, we have a tub, shower, sink, toilet, everything needed, and, uh,” Junior keeps rambling as Eddie slowly walks through the space.

It’s shockingly spacious. Once he passes the entryway, the place expands into a large, square room. This is nothing Eddie expected for a dorm. The full-sized beds are on opposite sides of the room with enough respective furniture for two people. Each side has its own bed, dresser, desk with a lamp and chair. Junior has a foldable, wooden divider next to his bed, blocking the view of his bed from Eddie’s. On either side of the room were two archways leading into an extra individual area. Without being too nosy, Eddie could see that Junior’s side has a plant and a bookshelf. His side seemed a bit barren.

Eddie back glances at Junior’s side, finding it an odd mixture of neat and messy. The younger’s clothes were filling a dirty laundry hamper to the brim, but there was not a trace of anything on his floor. His mirror was squeaky clean, but his dresser had different, mismatched nicknacks littered over the top. His desk had papers spewed all over with multiple open books, but the chair was tucked in and pens, markers, and pencils were organized by color and size in a storage container. His bed wasn’t made, but he had shiny shoes neatly lined under the bed frame.

The rambling kid himself was set up in a similar fashion, his appearance is pristine, his white shirt tucked into ironed pants, shoes shined, necktie tightened and perfectly aligned, but man, the kid would not take a breath. “It’s nice to meet you.” Eddie interrupts whatever he was on about. Junior comes to a complete stop, turning to Eddie with raised brows.

“Sorry. …I- I’ve forgotten my manners.” He shoots out a hand with his chin lifted high, back straight as a board in perfect posture. “Junior Shaw. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” Eddie slowly reaches out to shake Junior’s hand. He squints with a small smile.

“Shaw?” They shake hands for a bit too long due to Junior not knowing when to let go.

“Yeah… He’s my dad.” Junior tilts his chin down to hide his face. This is the first time Eddie notices the small horns growing atop his head, just barely peeking out in his thick dark hair. Eddie nods as his smile grows. “Oh.” Junior drops his hand. “Sorry.” The awkwardness of the kid makes Eddie’s heart swell. It’s oddly comforting. “Uh…” Junior trails, seemingly trying to fill the silence but not knowing what to say.

Eddie walks off, heading over to his side of the room. His eyes immediately land on the bed, seeing his new uniforms and his old suitcase. “That was fast.” He mumbles more so to himself. He runs his fingers gently across the striped fabric.

“Oh!” Junior says abruptly, grabbing Eddie’s attention. He turns to see Junior running to his dresser, picking something up, and turning to rush up to give it to Eddie. “Here.” He hands Eddie a small welcoming gift. It was a gift basket with some pens, pencils, notebooks, and other miscellaneous school supplies. On top of it all was a purple card with glittery gold writing on it. ‘Welcome, Edward!’ it read, causing Eddie to bite back a small smile. “I know,” He raises a brow looking up from the basket to Junior. “It’s kind of cheesy, but my dad said giving you a welcome gift would make you feel more… welcome… yeah.” He says. Eddie gives him a kind smile.

“Thanks, kid.”

“Welcome.” He says before walking away to go to his desk and sit in the wooden chair. Eddie takes a seat on his bed, next to his uniforms, and places the welcome gift beside him on top of the neatly folded clothes. “So, uh…” Junior starts, “You’re kind of old…er… older. Older than the usual new students.” Eddie chuckles and nods.

“Yeah, so I’ve heard.”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I’m just curious, is all. Sorry.”

“No worries. I’ve been getting it all day.” He tilts his head. “You know I’m not old. I’m only 19, going to be 20 this year.” Junior nods without looking up at him, instead focusing his eyes on the papers on his desk.

“That’s cool. My dad told me we’re taking in more students, probably opening up a new department or something like that. So,... how’d you end up here?” Junior asks absentmindedly. The question takes Eddie off guard a little. What is he supposed to say? He turned into a monster and attacked his uncle after dying in battle in an alternate dimension? Would that make sense, even here? Junior takes Eddie’s elongated silence as a sign. “Hey, don’t worry about it. You don’t have to tell. Told you, I’m just curious, probably too much for my own good.”

“I… just got some new… powers?” Eddie thinks of how to word an explanation without going too in depth. “So, I got sent here to try and help… control them.”

“Oh, an Acquirer. That makes sense.” Eddie tilts his head in intrigue at the new lingo, but before Eddie can ask for clarification, Junior bombards him with some more questions. “Have you looked at any of your classes yet? Seen any clubs, you know, if you’re into that? Were you in any clubs or sports back when you were in your old school?”

“No,” he chuckles, “No sports. I’m not a sports guy.” Junior nods. “But I did have a club I was leading, called Hellfire.” Junior turns in his chair to look at Eddie with a curious look.

“Hellfire? What was it about?” Eddie’s eyes light up a bit, now that’s a question he loved to answer.

“Well, it was a mystical gathering of the most daring and creative minds.” Eddie began with a smirk and squinted eyes, enjoying the familiar innocent curiosity on the young boy’s face. “Creatures of all kinds, from all over would gather to travel together and fight great battles, solve fantastical mysteries, and establish their title as heroes.” Eddie says in a theatrical tone, drawing Junior’s interest. Eddie chuckles, shaking his head and looking down. “It was a club where I would host D&D campaigns after school.” He smiled, reminiscing. Junior raises his brows and nods.

“Oh, I’ve heard about D&D! I’ve always thought it sounded a lot like Slayers, just minus the tabletop portion.” Eddie lifts his head to the smiling boy.

“Slayers, huh?’ Junior nods.

“Yeah, Dungeon Slayers Club, officially, but we just call it Slayers for short. It was kind of inspired by D&D, but you know, we’re the actual ‘creatures’.” Junior explains. “It takes all the fun of D&D and brings it into real life. We really train and fight and go on quests and everything. It’s really fun.” He beams.

“Is that the club with the emblems on their backs, the group of students out in that courtyard during lunch?” Junior’s brows raise.

“Yeah. I wasn’t there during lunch today. Usually, the lunch gatherings are just us hanging out during our break. The real club takes place after school.” Junior says matter-of-factly. “First official meetup of the season is tomorrow.” Eddie nods.

“Think I can come and check it out?” Junior's brows raise again, and his eyes go wide.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know. I mean, we’re always welcoming to new people, at least they were with me. I was the last person who joined, but, uh we’re not really the most popular group.” He rambles. “Slayers doesn’t really have the best reputation. It’s kind of…infamous? Most of the other students see us as a paranoid bunch of…well, losers, like end of the world preppers or stuck in the past people or whatever. I don’t know if you’d want to start yourself out by associating yourself with us. You- You may want to check out something else like the fencing team or- or something first.” He says bouncing his gaze around in one of his awkward antics.

“Nope,” Eddie stops him, “I want to check it out.” He says firmly. Junior, though a bit shocked, becomes excited.

“Oh Okay, well, tomorrow then, I can bring you with me to the club during lunch, so you can meet some of the members and maybe get you to talk to Reider. She’s awesome.” Junior begins with a glint in his eye. “She’s been heading Slayers for, like, the last, like, four years, been in the club for even longer. She is so cool, really.” He says seriously, nodding his head. “If the world ever did come to an end. She’s definitely someone you’d want on your side. They’re, like, really amazing. She can out fight and out smart anybody, I swear.” He nods in approval. Eddie smiles, being reminded of his own Little Sheep back home. Junior turns back to the homework on his desk, “Reid’s a great leader. You’d like them, 100%.” He nods again.

Reider. Eddie repeats the name in his mind, thinking back to her image. Cool name.

Eddie and Junior sit in a comfortable silence, the loudest noise coming from Junior’s pencil against paper. Eddie stands after a minute or two and begins unpacking his things, organizing his half how he wants. “Do you usually study in silence, or is it just cause I’m here?” Eddie asks as he closes his last drawer and turns to look at the back of Junior.

“No, I usually work this way. Sorry if that’s weird, but- but don’t worry about me. If you want to play music or watch something, don’t worry about me.” He lifts a hand to wave dismissively. Eddie nods and walks away from the dresser.

“You know, I think I’m going to do a little exploring.” Eddie announces as he heads to the door. Junior lifts his head.

“Oh, do you want me to come with? I could help show you around.” He offers, but Eddie shakes his head with a wave of his hand.

“No, just continue with your work. I’ll be fine. I’m just gonna wonder and get familiar.” Eddie says with a small smile. “Be back later, kid.” He turns to leave without another word.

As soon as Eddie is outside of the dorm building, he decides to just pick a direction and start walking. He walks around the campus, again getting some looks from passing students as he’s the only one out of uniform. He leisurely wanders around, eventually stopping in an outdoor hallway that surrounds a small courtyard in the middle of one of the buildings. As he stands there, he stares at a familiar stranger’s face. Reider.

She was sitting at the end of a wooden bench at one of the picnic tables. In front of her, sat on top of the table was a boy with ivory skin and brown, fluffy, curly hair. He was slim but obviously muscular and had a killer smile that Reider couldn't help but return. Sat beside her was the same curly blonde he saw earlier.

The blonde seemed a bit more relaxed and was leaning on elbows that were resting on the table in front of her. Her loose curls were free from their ponytail and now let down, bangs framing her forehead. She was also looking up at the boy who was talking, quite animated, about something Eddie couldn't quite hear.

Though Reider didn't know of his existence, Eddie couldn’t help but admire her smile. It was easy to get distracted. Aside from being a total warrior badass, she is simply gorgeous. The shine in her eyes, the way the world around her brightens with each smile, the curve of her nose, the creases of her face as it contorts with laughter. There’s no way she could possibly be considered the leader of the ‘loser’ club. Eddie couldn't comprehend how anyone could not like whatever had her stamp of approval. Everything about her was positively infectious and contagious. It was plain to see. Even from a distance, Junior’s fanboying over her made total sense.

Eddie stood in the shadows of the hall just watching. He couldn't help but feel a bit envious. Abruptly he winces, flinching at the all too familiar feeling in his brain.

The sharp migraines he'd gotten ever since waking up in that place have started to dull, feeling more akin to an unreachable itch or a fuzzy static. He didn't know if the pain was weaker or if he was just building a tolerance. Eddie sighs, opening his eyes to see Reider and her friends standing and collecting their things. Before anyone can notice his presence, he takes his leave, disappearing out of the courtyard corridors and closing in on a new found back exit off campus.

Eddie walks along the road that leads up to the campus before he makes his way into the wooded area that lines the pavement. Once he feels he's gone far enough, the buzzing itch returns. He groans, annoyed at the feeling.

He knows he's alone out here, but he can't help himself from looking around him to see if anyone is watching. Once he decides the coast is clear, he kneels down, closes his eyes, and takes a few deep breaths, slowing his heart rate. He reaches a hand out and rests it on the massive trunk of the fallen tree he'd stopped in front of. He takes deep breaths during the entire exchange, feeling the wood beneath his fingers crack and shift.

The feeling of a numb rush floods his veins as the headache dissipates. He knows that means he's done right. He opens his eyes, seeing the newly opened glowing gate. Again, he looks around him before looking back at the portal. Every time he opens a new door between worlds, that area in the back of his brain tells him he's done something right, but his heart still makes him feel like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar, constantly scared he's going to get caught doing something he's not supposed to. One of these new found powers of his was the ability to open passages from this world to the other. At first, it felt wrong. There were so many bad memories there, but he'd always felt compelled to open these doors. Now, it's more so akin to a guilty pleasure, something he knows he shouldn't enjoy, but he can't resist. It calls to him.

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Underneath the (ice) sheets | MV1 x Reader

pairing . . . max verstappen x figure!skater!reader

summary . . . When Max suddenly starts appearing in Switzerland between races, fans get suspicious and decide to start researching. What they didn't expect to find was that his girlfriend was an olympic medalist figure skater

request . . . idk

word count . . . N/A

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[pitchsidestories]

can't stop this feeling II Alessia Russo x Reader

part 2 I masterlist I word count: 2954 I

a/n: hi, the oneshot is based off the ask to write for Alessia, we hope you guys like this one, it's on the longer side, so get cozy.

Vick Hope looked expectantly at the two players who formed The Tooney & Russo Show together. The question she read out loud only a couple of seconds ago, was weighing heavy on the Arsenal forward.

They were playing a quick-fire question round of who’s more likely for the new episode and the moderator asked them:” Who’s more likely to kiss a girl?”

“Alessia, she just did last night!”, Ella yelled enthusiastically.

“Tooney!”, Alessia gasped.

Shooting an innocent smile in her best friend’s direction the Manchester United footballer defended herself:” What? You just told me.”

“Yes, but that was just a kiss between teammates.”, the Blonde explained, her cheeks turning slightly pinks as she spoke.

“You never kissed me.”, Ella reminded her with a cheeky grin.

“Yes, because you’re my best friend. I’d never kiss-.”, Alessia licked the lips nervously.

“Your friends? Liar.”, the midfielder clicked her tongue reprovingly.

The remark of the fellow footballer made the blonde blush even harder:” Can we change the topic please? This is ridiculous. It was fun and meant nothing.”

“Sure, so who’s more likely to get into a bar fight?”, sensing the change of the mood in the room Vick Hope switched the discussion to something more light-hearted.

“Definitely Tonney.”, Alessia laughed.

“True, I can’t deny that.”, Ella responded, shrugging her shoulders in a nonchalantly manner.

Last night, when the kiss which the podcast had hinted at, happened the Arsenal team has been out in the bars, celebrating the end of the season. The temperature been up letting everyone know that summer was around the corner.

“No, drinks for, y/n.”, Lia told her teammates at the table seriously. The room was nicely lit, with modern art on the walls and a lot of plants as decorative elements.

“Wally, I’m 23 and not longer 16 anymore.”, you scowled at her.

“Still, the rules are the rules.”, the Swiss woman declared, she didn’t seem to be impressed by your throw in.

Clearing her throat, Katie offered you grinning:” You can take a sip from my drink.”

“Thanks, Katie.”, you replied happily.

“Katie!”, Kim scolded the Irish player.

“She turned 23 this month, you guys need to calm down!”, she scoffed.

“Listen, I’ll order a drink now!”, Leah announced as she banged on the table, to underline the seriousness of her decision.

“Lee, I love you. Thank you!”, you sighed gratefully.

“Excuse me? I thought you loved me more.”, Alessia interjected, her pretty lips formed to a pout.

“Did you buy me a drink?”, you rose an eyebrow at her, but couldn’t help to giggle because of her silly facial expression.

“No?“, Alessia replied truthfully.

“See?“

Your teammate shrugged: “Fine then. I still love you.“

“Love you too. But not as much as Leah.“, you replied when the blonde defender reappeared next to you with a drink in hand.

You carefully took the glass from her: “Thanks, Lee.“

“You’re welcome.“, she laughed, holding up her own glass so you could clink your glass to hers.

“Cheers.“

“Cheers.“

You both took a sip of your drink and you had to admit, Arsenals vice captain had a surprisingly good taste in alcohol.

Lia playfully hit her best friend on the arm: “Leah, you’re breaking the rules!“

“The rules aren’t for her anymore.“, she replied decisively.

You nodded enthusiastically: “Exactly!“

The Swiss midfielder shook her head in faux shock: “Unbelievable.“

You suddenly felt an arm snake around your shoulders. When you looked over, your eyes met Beths. She leaned her head on her shoulder, obviously not on her first drink anymore and said: “You’ll always be our baby, y/n. No matter how old you get.“

“Oh yes.“, Lia agreed.

You shook Beth off and grimaced at your older teammates: “Ugh, you’re horrible.“

Between some gasps and a few protests, Kim only looked at you with an unimpressed expression: “No, we know you love us.“

You were about to respond that maybe they should have their alcohol consumption supervised instead because none of them seemed sober at the moment when Alessia grabbed your wrist. Your attention immediately shifted to her.

“Want to go get some fresh air?“, she asked, her blue eyes twinkling.

“Yes, please.“, you nodded, happy to escape your teammates for a moment.

A smile appeared on your friends lips as she pulled you along: “Come on then. Maybe they have calmed down until then.“

You both stepped outside into Londons night air. It was chilly and you wrapped the arm not holding your drink around yourself. “Let’s hope so. It’s just so annoying when they’re babying me like I’m still that academy youngster who joined them seven years ago…“

You sighed quietly. You were still grateful for these women. They were welcoming and supportive when you first joined Arsenals senior squad. By now you even considered most of them your family. But they still seemed to ignore that you had changed since then.

“Maybe they still want to believe that.“, Alessia grinned, bumping her shoulder against yours.

“Possible.“

“Maybe it makes them feel less old.“, the striker suggested while taking your drink from you and having a sip.

You let out a laugh: “I guess that could be true.“

While she was busy enjoying your drink, you used the opportunity to reapply your lipgloss. As you followed the contour of your lips with the applicator, you realized that Alessias eyes were following your movements.

You frowned at her: “What?“

“That’s a pretty gloss.”, the blonde muttered under her breath.

Her visible nervousness amused you.

“I could put some gloss on your lips if you’d want to?”, you offered her, smiling innocently.

“Sure.”, Alessia nodded as she kept focussing on your lips. They are so kissable, the forward thought to herself while you applied the gloss on to her.

Stepping a bit away from her, you noted:” It looks great on you.”

“Thanks.”

“It’s true.”, you replied but before you could add anything more your teammates lips were on yours, you exchanged short and sweet kisses.

In between those Alessia stated with a huge grin on her face: “And very kissable.”

“Oh, do you think so, Russo?”, you gave her a challenging look.

“Yes.”, she declared laughing.

“Too bad you’re only for the boys you’re a pretty solid kisser.”, you sighed dramatically. Despite the joking, it did hurt you saying this out loud. You couldn’t dwell on it for too long as Alessia showered you in more kisses to stop you from talking.

“I can still kiss you anyway.”, the forward claimed confidently. The two of you have been too oblivious to your surroundings, so you didn’t see your teammates turning up behind you, who have started to worry what took you two so long.  

“Oi, Lessi kissed y/n!”, Katie yelled.

“Katie.”, Caitlin scolded her girlfriend.

“Wait, what !?”, Beth gasped, the shock has been written all over her face.

“Relax, girls, it was just a kiss.”, Alessia tried to soothe them with her response.

“It’s never just a kiss.”, Beth answered in a serious tone.

“Well for us it’s, right y/n?”, the younger forward asked you.

“Uhm, yeah sure.”, you mumbled, you could feel the rest of your team could sense that you were lying.

The Irish woman was clearly ready to reply something sharp, but Caitlin stopped her. “Don’t say anything right now, Katie.”

“I think I’ll be going home now.”, you decided quietly.  

“Already?”, Lia questioned surprised.

When she saw you nodding the Swiss woman continued: “I can bring you home.”

“Oh, you don’t need to.”, you told her.

“I was about to leave anyway.”, Lia shrugged.

“Okay, fine.”, you gave in, after you said your goodbyes to everyone, the older midfielder and you were on your way home by foot.

While you were walking Lia was absently smiling at her phone. Normally the Swiss woman wasn’t clued to her device this much, she would have pointed out the beauty of the gardens you both were passing on the way or talking about whatever crossed her mind.

“Are you texting Mariona again?”, you teased her smirking.

“Again?”, the midfielder repeated, biting her lip guiltily.

“Oh, please, you know what I’m talking about, you playfully rolled your eyes at her before adding more earnestly, I’m happy for you, Lia, you deserve it.”

“Thanks, I’m just surprised, I haven’t told anyone yet.”, Lia confessed.

You shrugged, biting back a smirk: “Yes but you know we all have eyes and access to Instagram, right?“

“It wasn’t even obvious!“, the midfielder protested, throwing her hands up in defeat.

“Doesn’t matter we all know.“

“I guess you do.“, she sighed.

You raised your eyebrow: “See?“

“Yes. But Lessi…“, Lia suddenly changed the topic.

You could feel your heart skip a beat but pretended to remain unfazed: “What about her?“

Your teammate studied your face for a moment. “What was that about?“

“I don’t know…“ There were a million thoughts in your head, a million explanations but the reality was that you had no idea why this had happened. You were thinking about blaming it on the alcohol but you knew Lia would not buy it.

Seemingly unsatisfied with your answer, the Swiss midfielder followed up with another question: “Was it just a kiss like she said?“

You knew where she was going but you decided to act dumb: “I mean… you know Lessi. She’s just very affectionate.“

Your indifference seemed to bother Lia. She stopped right on the pavement. “But kissing is a different level of affection.“

“Yeah…“, you admitted slowly, your gaze trained on the tips of your shoes as you paused by her side.

Lia let out a sigh of understanding and when you looked back up at her, her eyes were full of empathy. “You wanted it to be more than that, right?“

“I did.“ Your voice was hoarse and quieter than you expected. You cleared your throat.

“Oh, y/n.“

Before you could protest, Lia had pulled you into a tight hug.

For the first few seconds, the embrace felt soothing and comforting but then you shook your head, signalling your teammate to let go.

“But it’s okay. I know this will never happen with her.“, you said, once Lia took a step back.

The older player whipped out her phone again and started typing: “Let me text the others.“

“Wait, what?“

“They should talk to her.“, she explained quickly.

“Oh, that’s probably useless…“

With a stern face, Lia looked directly into your eyes: “No. I know you think this is probably not a big deal. But it is. It is hard enough being a queer woman, this should not be one of the things we should have to worry about as well.“

“What do you mean?“ The fierceness in her voice almost left you speechless.

“Being randomly kissed by a straight girl. I’m sure Lessi didn’t mean it like that but… she should know.“

“She should know what it means…“, you whispered. The kisses from earlier in the evening replayed in your mind and only then did you realize that Lia was right. Alessia was the one who had initiated this.

“The others will talk to her.“, Lia plainly said before gently pulling you along.

You immediately fell into step with her as she walked you to your flat. She only left when you assured her that you would be okay.

Crawling into your bed in the quiet of your home, you hoped that sleep would come quickly.

On the next day Leah was the first to approach her teammate, opening the conversation in her earnest England captain tone: “Lessi, can we talk?”

“Sure.”, Alessia mumbled a bit nervous due to the stern expression on the older blonde’s face.

“About last night.”, the defender continued, getting straight to the heart of what was about to be discussed.

“Is this about a kiss?”, she bit her lip in front of the older woman.

“Yes., Leah confirmed her fear before adding, Lia texted me that y/n wasn’t happy.”

“Of course, she wasn’t as a queer girl getting kissed by a straight one.”, Beth joined their talk shrugging.  

“That’s not what I..”, Alessia interjected with a helpless look on her face.

Clearing her throat to draw back the attention on her Leah asked the younger forward:” Why did you kiss her?”

At this point Alessia felt like she was being cross-examined by her friends.

“I just like..her so much.”, the blonde tried to explain her feelings for you in front of your teammates stammering.

“Like Lotte and Tooney?”, Beth questioned.

“ I thought so. But they never looked so..”

“Kissable?”, the England captain ended the sentence for her.

“Yes.”, Alessia nodded, licking her lips anxiously.

“Does she make you feel things like you did with boys before?”, the oldest of the players threw in.

“No, I’m not into girls.”, the younger forward shook her head.

More softly than before Leah responded:” Maybe not into girls but into her.”

“Into her?”, Alessia ran through her open hair to calm down her nerves, but she had to admit that this gesture didn’t help at all in this situation where their questions stirred something inside her for which she wouldn’t have simple answer.

“Yes.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”, the half Italian pointed out.

“Alessia.”, Beth tried to soothe her.

“I mean I’ve only been with men before.”, she reminded them and more important herself.

“Doesn’t mean it always has to be that way you know?”, Leah told her gently.

“But..”, Alessia begun.

“You don’t have to give yourself a label if that’s what’s concerning you.”, the defender emphasized.

“Thanks, girls.”, she whispered already deep into her own thoughts.

“Do you want to hear my humble opinion on this.”, Vivianne tuned in, turning up next to her girlfriend’s side.

 “Of course.”, Alessia said.

The Dutch woman looked deep into her eyes while talking solemnly:” Nothing of this matters. Who you dated before, how you label yourself. But if you want to keep kissing her, don’t deny yourself that. Otherwise, you should apologize to her.”

“Well, said Vivi.”, Beth said padding the shoulder of the taller player.

“You girls are the sweetest, but I don’t know.”, the younger Blonde forward answered genuinely.

“You don’t have to know yet.. just trust your feelings.”, Leah reassured her.

Alessia nodded slowly: “I think I should talk to her.“

“That sounds like a good idea.“, Vivianne agreed, giving her teammate a gentle pat on the shoulder.

You were on your way to leave the pitch when Alessia stopped you right after training.

“Oh hey, Less.“, you said casually, trying to move past her.

“Hey. Can we talk?“

You had dreaded this question but still nodded cautiously: “Yes.“

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to get hurt.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you, that was wrong.“, Alessia apologized sincerely.

Trying to avoid her bright blue eyes, you looked straight over her shoulder: “To be fair, I kissed you back which… wasn’t right of me either considering you only kiss boys.“

“Don’t. I initiated it. I don’t know what had gotten into me.“

You finally looked at her, searching for any sign you could find. “So you really think it was just a mistake, huh?“

The striker frowned: “I didn’t say that.“

You were surprised by the defensiveness in her voice. “True.“

For a second, Alessia just stood there, studying you. Nervously, she ran a hand through her hair. “I’m just really damn confused about what happened.“

You immediately believed her. You knew the desperate expression in her eyes too well from yourself: “Trust me, I’m confused too.“

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to confuse you.“

In this moment, you wanted nothing more than to put your lips on hers to stop her from apologizing.

“I just don’t want you like a best friend, Less…“, you said, your jaw set defiantly.

“I never felt about anyone this way…“

“And I never felt like this about a teammate.“

There was silence between the two of you. Both scared to make the wrong move.

Alessias voice was light as a feather as she whispered: “Do you think this could be something?“

“I do.“

It felt like your heart was somersaulting in your chest.

Your best friend took your hand in hers, her face softening even more: “But you’ll have to be patient with me. I’m new to all of this.“

You let out a soft chuckle: “I mean your kisses were the opposite of patience.“

She playfully hit you on your arm: “If you don’t shut up, I’ll have to kiss you again!“

“Try it.“, you challenged her but quickly added with more seriousness: “But I promise we can take it slow.“

“Promise?“

“I promise.“

“Come here.“, Alessia said, pulling you in for a gentle but long-lasting kiss.

You broke apart as Katie yelled from somewhere: “Guys, I think the kids will be alright!“

As you looked up, you saw your teammates standing at the gate of the Arsenal grounds, watching you.

Lia winked at you before turning to Katie: “I think we have to admit that they’re not children anymore.“

“Told you so, Wally!“, Leah joined in.

Kim Little grimaced: “Ugh, young love is so disgusting.“

“Oh, Kimmy, we know you love them.“, Beth grinned at the small Scot.

You looked at Alessia with raised eyebrows: “I think it’s time for us to leave, Lessi.“

“I agree.“

Maybe this was just the trial stage but the way Alessias hand fitted so perfectly in yours, told you this was going to last.

You were almost out of earshot but you could still hear the smile in Kims voice: “Such a pretty couple.“

“We knew you thought that!“, Leahs voice shouted.

You bit back a smile. What would you do without those girls?

pictures are from pinterest.

[httpiastri]

this christmas – op81

ski slopes, mistletoes, and the guy you've been crushing on for years – what could be better?

genre: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers!au, smut (just one scene in the end, you can skip it if you want)

pairing: female leclerc!reader x oscar piastri

other characters: lando norris, charles leclerc, george russell & mundt, alex albon & lily muni he, pierre gasly & kika cerqueira gomes

warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut, not much more i think

word count: 13.8k (LMAO)

requested?: yes!!

author’s note: hello hello!! a lot to say about this one. first of all, thank you to @be-your-coffee-pot for this request, and i apologize for not getting to it earlier than now. for everyone’s knowledge, the request was sent in to me in august, so… yeah. i know it’s not exactly what you asked for, but i hope you like it anyway <3

second of all, i feel pretty happy about some of these scenes, but some… not so much. some of the fillers have parts that i really despite, but i don’t really have time to rewrite since christmas is like 2 days away lol. also, my description of the reader’s relationship to charles is not my best work, idk why he barely even appears, and i’m also not sure why logan isn’t in this...

third of all, my red divider things make my posts disappear from the tags, so i didn’t put any in this time. it looks bad, i know, but idk how to fix it. if anyone does, please let me know. :)

and lastly: i only proofread this whole thing once yesterday, but tumblr was being a bitch and i got so frustrated that i do not have the energy to proofread it again. so please, if you happen to find any spelling or grammar mistakes, i would be very thankful if you let me know. <3

hope you all enjoy !!

december 12th, 2:11pm

oscar has always loved winter.

it started in his childhood; the holiday films he'd seen as a child, the way it always seemed to magically snow right on christmas eve really started something in him. it hadn't been common for him to get snow back home in australia when he was younger but once he moved to the england, he got to experience it quite a lot. playing, fighting and just existing in the snow was like an unfilled childhood need that stayed with him until his older years.

he loved spending christmas at home with his family, but ever since he got to experience real christmases with snow, trees and cozy darkness, he craved it more than he craved lying on the beach in his swimming trunks.

so when he was asked to come along to the swiss alps for a vacation during the winter break, he packed his bags right away. he and lando just happened to book the same flight, and they both arrived at the airport around noon, getting into a cab to take them to the accommodation together.

when they arrive outside the cottage, oscar is in shock; it is enormous. he had imagined just a tiny, cute little house – not that he was sure how seven drivers and a couple of girlfriends would fit in a "tiny" house – but he was far from right.

him and lando are the second pair to arrive, just about an hour after alex and lily, who are the self-proclaimed 'hosts' as they took care of all of the booking and planning.

"we thought that one would be lando's room," alex starts, pointing down the hallway. "since it's far away from everyone else, and i'm sure we all would prefer to actually get some sleep during the night time."

"oh, shut it..." lando mumbles, shoving his friend on his shoulder.

"this one can be yours, oscar," lily says, moving in the opposite direction and gesturing to another room. then, she points at the one right next to it. "and this one has two beds, so it's for charles and his sister."

oscar's ears perk up. "y/n is going to be here?" he speaks almost took quickly, making the other three turn to look at him.

"oh, i thought you knew..." lily has an apologetic look on her face.

"i must've forgotten," oscar answers, though he's completely sure no one told him about it. there's no way he would forget you. "don't worry, it's cool."

the hosts continue to move down the hallway, and the mclaren boys are just about to follow along when lando elbows oscar's side playfully. "it's cool?"

oscar raises an eyebrow, trying to keep calm. "what?"

"the youngest leclerc coming along?" a grin takes up lando's entire face. "it's just cool? is she cool, or-"

"goodbye, lando." oscar shakes his head, darting towards alex and lily again. he takes a few deep breaths, hoping the blush he can feel spreading across his cheeks isn't too obvious.

unfortunately, lando didn't need to see the blush to know. he has caught his teammate staring at you too many times over the season, and he is fully aware of the way oscar always is suddenly interested in the conversation whenever you're the topic of discussion.

lando knows everything. and this christmas, he's going to be the best wingman the world has ever seen.

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december 13th, 12:53am

it's past midnight when you and charles arrive. your flight had been delayed, and then the gps had stopped working all of a sudden. and then, charles just refused to drive any faster than 30 km/h, saying it was too dangerous. as if he didn't drive cars in ten times that speed without even flinching.

you assume the whole house is sleeping already, so you and charles both sneak in as quietly as you can. someone – lily, assumably – has left you a note on the front door, guiding you to your shared room. it all goes smoothly – until charles trips over the doorframe, dropping his bag onto the floor as he tries not to fall down. the sound rattles through the hallway and you flinch, stopping in your tracks as you hope no one's woken up. but just a second later, the door opposite yours opens and a head sticks out.

oscar.

your heart softens and your shoulders relax when your gaze meets his. your soft smile is mirrored on his face, the sleepiness evident in his droopy eyes and the way strands of his bedhead point in every direction.

he looks like he's just about to say something when charles speaks up. "sorry, man! were you asleep?"

he walks up to the australian, giving him a firm handshake and a pat on the back. oscar shakes his head. "i was up reading," his huskey accent is like music to your ears. "i thought i heard some rustling out here, and then..." he nods his head toward the suitcase on the floor.

your brother laughs as he steps back, walking into the room with the "leclerc" sign. "well, i'll let you get back to that then," he says, picking up the bag from the floor and looking back one last time. "good night."

and then, you were just two.

you and oscar stand still for a moment, just watching each other. then, he opens up his arms, welcoming you into his embrace. you step forward and drape your arms around his shoulders as his wrap around your waist, and you let out a content sigh. he's warm, comfortable, and the way he squeezes your body has your mind spinning.

"it's been a while," he says when you part from the hug, a soft grin playing on his lips.

"like a month," you chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest.

"a month has never felt this long before."

you're not sure when your crush on him started forming.

as someone who's always been interested in racing, even in the series your brother isn't in, you've kept up with most results and championships – including oscar's seasons in f2 and f3. after seeing oscar, the unstoppable rookie who completely crushed his season in f3, you made sure to keep an eye at him in f2 the following year. and it's easy to say that you liked what you saw. especially in jeddah.

you'd meet him occasionally around the paddock the following year, just giving him a sweet smile and a quick greeting as if it was no big deal. but you always found yourself squealing on the inside and taking deep breaths to stay calm whenever you made eye contact with him.

then came 2023 and his debut in f1. yet again, he exceeded everyone's expectations, performing better than most drivers who'd been on the grid for years. with his permanent role on the grid, he was around more – and so were you. it wasn't uncommon for the two of you to bump into each other, around the paddock or during media days or in afterparties, and now you tried not to shy away.

talking to oscar was always simple. he was easygoing, it all seemed effortless, and you felt more relaxed. before you knew it, you could chat about racing strategies and tyre management for twenty minutes before a member of the mclaren staff interrupted you, rushing oscar away somewhere. you got to know each other slowly throughout the season, though never really going further than some friendly conversations, but you felt happy knowing that you'd taken the first step towards getting closer to him.

"so..." he starts. "you've been good?"

you nod. "yeah, a lot of studying but it's been alright. you?"

"yeah."

and there it is again, that slightly awkward silence. it's natural, you haven't seen each other since that night in abu dhabi and you're both a little unsure of where you stand after it. the tension is so thick that you could cut through it with a knife, and you kind of want to escape the whole situation. but then he speaks up.

"hey, i just wanted to-"

he's interrupted by the call of your name, and when you turn around, charles is leaning against the doorframe, eyes hazy. "are you going to sleep tonight or what?" he asks, dragging a hand through his already messy hair.

you feel a weight lift off your shoulders – and at the same time, your stomach tightens in disappointment. you nod at your brother, looking back at oscar to give him a wave and a "sleep well", before joining charles in your shared room.

oscar stands still in the corridor for a moment, before sighing and slapping himself in his mind for being so awkward and messing up this opportunity. but on the other side of the door, you stand still too as you watch your brother jump onto his bed, taking a deep breath to clear your mind.

you're just thankful the room is so dark that he can't see your ever-reddening cheeks.

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december 13th, 10:24am

despite the never-ending pitter-patter of your heart as you went to bed last night, you could fall asleep quite quickly, seeing as you were utterly exhausted from traveling. breakfast this morning feels like you and charles have just been reunited with your childhood friends after being kidnapped for years; not like you had just gone a few weeks without seeing each other. everyone runs around hugging, chatting about how much they've missed each other and how great this trip will be.

"did you get new highlights?" kika asks you, sliding into the seat next to you by the long table as you stuff a piece of bread into your mouth. the room is a combination of a kitchen and a dining hall, with a big cooking area and a glass wall giving the dining area a beautiful view of the mountains outside. in the middle stands a long table with enough seats for all of you, filled with fresh pastries and other breakfast goods to celebrate the first day of the trip. "or is it just the light?"

"just the light," you answer, shooting her a smile as you pick up your cup of coffee.

"oh my god, i almost forgot to ask you," lily starts and places her elbows on the table, her face resting in her hands. "what happened to that guy from raya you were talking to? did you end up going out?"

oscar is sitting a few seats down the table, pretending to be immersed in a conversation with some of the other drivers about the last few races of the season, while actually just doing his best to listen in on the conversation you're having. when he hears alex's girlfriend mention raya, his ears perk up and his breath gets caught in his throat. a million thoughts instantly crash into his mind.

she's seeing someone? how could i not know this? she's on raya? is she actively looking for a partner? who is this guy they're talking about?

he coughs and tries to act normal, shaking off the uncomfortable feeling passing through his body. he soon hears the sweet sound of your wholehearted laughter, and he almost smiles instinctively at it, before he can remind himself that lando's story about las vegas isn't exactly a smiley matter. "you're not going to believe this, i have the best story," you say in-between fits of giggles. "i met up with him for some drinks, and guess what he said? that he has a foot fetish and has dreamed about me caressing his face with my feet." all of the girls squeal and explode with laughter, making some of the boys flinch and look over to see what all the commotion is about. "so, safe to say, we never met up again. and i haven't wanted to go out with anyone else from there, either. i have a feeling they're all just creeps."

"hey, don't lose hope!" kika says while elbowing your side, but her actions are too soft, forcing you to fold over as an uncomfortable feeling spreads through your body. however, a burst of laughter spills past your lips. kika immediately holds her arm back, laughing along. "crap, i'm sorry! i totally forgot how ticklish you are."

you shake your head, your hand landing on her shoulder. "no worries," you tell her. "but, i haven't lost hope. i just don't think my soulmate is lurking around on raya with the foot fetishists."

oscar feels his shoulders relax again, feeling alright with focusing back on the boys' conversation now that he knows you in fact aren't seeing anyone.

maybe he has a shot, after all. as long as he doesn't talk too much about your feet.

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december 14th, 3:09pm

lando thinks he's so smart.

when he tells oscar to go ask if you'd like to have some of the gingerbread cookies he's bought, it's the third time today he has forced some kind of interaction between the two of you. he is sure that the more time that the two of you spend with each other, the more likely you will be to stop pining and just confess already.

but this time, oscar glares at the brit. "why don't you ask her yourself?"

"because you know what room she's in," lando hums back, reaching into the cupboard with some groceries. "i keep getting lost, the house is too big. plus, i'm busy." he motions to the half-empty grocery bag on the counter.

oscar lets out a sigh, but nods. "how can you memorize all tracks on the calendar, but you get lost in a cabin?" he asks rhetorically, whilst turning around and making his way down the hallway towards your room.

it's not that oscar doesn't enjoy 'accidentally' being forced into talking to you; it's the extreme lack of discretion lando is showing that makes him annoyed. it makes oscar seem like he's the one coming up with silly excuses to talk to you, and he doesn't like how it makes him look. he'd rather be seen as chill, laidback, someone who doesn't force things. he doesn't want you to catch on too early and reject him.

your voice echoes a 'come in' when he knocks on the door to your bedroom, and he pushes the door open just a little to reveal you sitting on the bed, a thick blanket wrapped over your shoulders. a grin spreads across your lips when you make eye contact with him. "hi," you say, placing the book you were reading on the bedside table.

"hey," he answers, stepping inside the room. "i... lando bought some gingerbread cookies, and we were going to make some hot chocolate, and..." his voice trails off as his eyes wander down your body, taking in the christmas sweater you're wearing and the fuzzy socks covering your feet. he smiles absentmindedly at the sight, loving how cozy you seem, and wishing he was sitting right there with you, sharing the blanket.

you nod, understanding him despite his lack of words. "i'll be right there."

oscar gives you a thumbs up – one he then facepalms himself for when he's left your room – before moving towards the kitchen again. but when he walks into it, he sees something hanging from a lamp. he stops in his tracks. "no way..."

festive cookies aren't the only thing lando bought when he went to the local supermarket. he also got the ultimate tool for securing his master plan – a mistletoe.

he doesn't know how, but he's planning to make sure you and oscar meet underneath it at least once before the holidays are over. there's no way you'll both be able to avoid it all week.

of course, lando isn't the only one rooting for the two of you. most of the other drivers know too – how can they not notice the glances you share and the way you light up when someone mentions the other in a conversation? – and most of them are in on his plans. charles is probably the only one in the house who's still oblivious to your and oscar's pining, and lando thinks that he might interfere with the matchmaking if he figures something out, so the brit keeps quiet.

oscar wants to pull the mistletoe down, rip it apart and throw it in the trash, but he refrains. something inside him tells him this might actually work out in his favor – and he decides to trust his gut this time.

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december 15th, 2:01am

sleeping can be tricky, especially when your brother is snoring loudly in a bed just a few meters away from you.

who even decided to put him and you in the same room?

when you've been tossing and turning to no avail for about an hour, you decide it's time to do something, anything, to hopefully get a little tired again. a glass of warm milk never hurt anyone, did it?

you make your way to the kitchen, pour yourself a glass of milk and put it in the microwave, before turning to look through the windows.

the view of the mountains is breathtaking. there is an untouched, thick layer of snow covering the area, with new flakes still falling. the sun set long ago, but the snow makes it all seem light. the lake below you is just barely visible by now, almost completely coated in snow.

it's completely serene, and you find yourself getting lost in the scenery. however, you're shaken out of your trance when you hear steps behind you. when you turn around, your eyes find someone standing just a few meters away, barely visible in the dark.

you jump in your place and clutch your chest in shock, not expecting anyone else to be up at this hour. when the person steps into the light of the little kitchen lap you had turned on, you relax instantly. "holy shit, oscar," you breathe. "you nearly scared me to death."

"i'm sorry," the australian chuckles. "i didn't know how to approach you without scaring you..."

"what even are you doing up?" you question, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean back against the counter.

"i was just reading in my bed when i heard your door opening, and then footsteps, so..." he trails off when his eyes wander out towards the living room, seemingly just as taken by the sight as you were just moments ago. "i wanted to make sure everything was okay."

"well, everything is okay, so..."

there's some kind of awkwardness hanging in the air. it's not only because of the obvious uncertainty of what to say or do in this situation; it has more to do with the fact that this isn't the first time that the two of you have found yourselves this close with this much tension, all alone at night. sure, it's a lot like the night of your arrival here, but another memory springs to your mind, too.

just under a month ago, following the after-party in abu dhabi, oscar had accompanied you back to the hotel when you started getting too tipsy to keep yourself up on the dance floor. your brother had been nowhere in sight, so oscar took it upon himself to help you out, draping an arm across your waist before walking you all the way to your hotel room. and when you'd arrived in the dimly lit corridor, you'd turned up towards him to thank him, accidentally brushing your nose against his as you did. both of you had broken out in giggles, neither especially sober, but you stayed close – and when the laughter settled, you just watched each other. when his gaze had flickered between your eyes and lips, your breath hitched in your throat, the anticipation growing stronger. you had leaned in even closer, your eyes fluttering closed-

but just as your lips were about to brush his, you had been interrupted. a door a few meters away had opened and the two of you jumped apart, watching as your brother stepped out and exclaimed that he had been wondering where you ended up. oscar had wished you both a good night before hurrying off, the embarrassment of almost getting caught by his friend being too much for him to handle.

you just hoped oscar had been too drunk to remember it, because otherwise, things were bound to get quite awkward. you didn't want him to act differently around you just because you have feelings for him.

thankfully, he hasn't said or done anything to make you think he does remember it.

as you're thinking back to that night in abu dhabi, you nearly get your second heart attack when the microwave goes off with a loud beep. you scramble to turn it off and take out your milk, almost burning yourself on the hot glass in the meantime.

oscar watches you with an amused grin before he forces his gaze off you, eyes wandering over to the windows again. "quite the view, huh?"

you look over your shoulder at the blanketed mountains. "yeah, it's breathtaking," you reply, before growing quiet.

he pauses for a moment, too. "there's something magical about this place. makes everything seem simpler, quieter..."

you nod. "yeah, it does."

something about the moment makes you realize that maybe, just maybe, the awkwardness between you and oscar isn't as insurmountable as you once thought it would be. the shared quietude is comfortable, and you feel at ease. he hasn't brought up abu dhabi – he probably won't, you feel – and maybe you could both just put it behind you and focus on enjoying your trip.

when you eventually get back in your bed, it's with the same kind of pitter-patter of your heart as when you and charles arrived in the cabin a few days ago. needless to say, the glass of warm milk probably isn't going to help.

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december 16th, 9:02pm

the mistletoe has moved.

when you first noticed it the other day, it was hanging from a kitchen lamp. and now, it's in the doorframe leading into the living room.

you're planning on avoiding it at all costs, not wanting to slip up and accidentally get under it with the wrong person. or the right one, for that matter. the awkwardness of kissing your crush in front of friends and family would be too much to handle.

some others seem to have the exact opposite attitude towards the decoration, though. kika and pierre can be found by it about ten times per day, and alex and lily have no issues sharing a few kisses whenever they "accidentally" pass it.

no matter what, lando has a mischievous grin whenever anyone mentions it, or even walks near it.

his grin stays on when he decides to let himself be in charge of the outing you all have to the christmas tree farm nearby. the farm is too big and would take too long if everyone was going to look at every tree, so lando divides everyone into groups of two based on who they're standing next to as you walk past the gates.

what a coincidence that you're standing right next to oscar when he says this.

lando ushers the two of you off to the rows with quite tall, pre-decorated trees. "so," oscar starts as you both stop in front of a tree with white lights and ornaments hung all over it. "what do you think about this one?"

"well, it's lovely," you say, scanning it thoroughly. "but isn't the true test how well it fits into the living room?"

he nods, despite his confusion, and he shoots a curious glance your way. "and how do we determine that?"

with a playful grin, you hold up an imaginary measuring tape, pretending to size up the tree with a critical eye. "i'm trying to figure out if it fits this corner best, or..."

he follows your gaze, realizing the tease in your words. "i think maybe it's better in the other corner," he hums and points to the side as you turn a little.

"exactly."

lando never inserted himself into a group; he's too focused on watching the two of you share a lighthearted laugh at the situation. though his mistletoe back in the cabin might still have a trick or two up its metaphorical sleeve, he is already proud of his matchmaking antics.

and, he is sure you'll both crack. it is just a matter of time.

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december 17th, 1:43pm

"i never thought skiing would be this hard," you groan as you step into a cottage, the warmth enveloping you and beginning to defrost you instantly.

oscar laughs at the exasperated tone in your voice. "this was just the kids' slope, you do remember that, right?" you stick your tongue out at him, slumping down on a bench by a table. "you just wait before you do some real skiing..."

you had never skied before today. oscar had, but he said it was too long ago and that he needed an easy start. plus, he couldn't just leave you all alone in the children's slope without an instructor.

you'd fallen over at least five times, despite the fact that the slope was practically flat. thankfully, oscar promised to buy you some hot chocolate in a cottage café to cheer you up.

when he comes back from the cashier carrying two big, steaming cups of chocolate, you've regained most of the feeling in your fingers again. the hot piece of ceramic almost burns your skin, but you think it's worth it; you need the sugar and you need it now.

"you know what the worst thing is?" you ask, bringing the cup up to your face with both hands. you start sipping on the drink and oscar glances at you with a questioning look as he slips down next to you on the bench. "carrying those goddamn skis with me. not only does it suck to actually ski, but dragging them all the way from the rental shop…"

"if it's that much of a bother, i can carry them for you."

"and carry your own too?" you scoff, watching him flinch as he burns his tongue on the drink. "you're not that strong."

he lets out a groan. "you're not even strong enough to carry your own, so you shouldn't say anything."

"i can carry them!" you protest, shooting him a glare. "i just don't want to. two very different things."

you both go silent momentarily, too busy focusing on how good it feels to no longer be frozen to the marrow. the cabin is filled with people; kids running in circles around the tables, soon to be tired again after the initial sugar shock from their afternoon snack; a group of older ladies gossiping and enjoying getting some rest just like you; and some young adults in the far corner are already busy dancing on the tables with their after-ski drinks in their hands.

"you know what? i changed my mind," you tell him, scooting away from him a little and placing your skiing boot on the bench. "these things. they're the worst."

you start to unclasp the boot, sighing in relief as you finally tug the shoe off your foot, throwing it onto the floor. you've only worn it for about an hour, but you can already feel the bruises beginning to form. you're just about to reach down to undo the other boot, too, when oscar reaches towards your foot.

your eyebrows shoot up as he takes it in his hands, pulling the foot into his lap. and then, his fingers begin to wander up and down your foot and ankle, giving you soft squeezes and pressing down on the spaces where he thinks the boot has squeezed you the most. you hold back a pleasured sound, seeing as it would sound way too inappropriate right now, but oscar subconsciously takes note of how you're getting flushed because he soon looks up at your face.

"is this okay?"

you swallow down the lump in your throat, nodding quickly. "y-yeah… just don't tickle me..."

when did things get so intimate? mere minutes ago, you couldn't think about anything other than how you were so cold your nose was going to fall off. but now, you can't stop your eyes from following his long, sleek fingers, thinking about how good they feel and imagining how good they would feel somewhere else-

"give me your other foot."

you're thankful that he interrupts your train of thought before your mind wanders too far.

compose yourself, woman.

"don't tell me you have a foot fetish, too," you tease, turning around so that you can place your other foot on the bench too. he lets out a hearty laugh, swiftly undoing your other boot before letting it drop to the ground.

"oh, shut it. do you want a massage or not?"

you shoot him pout, giving his shoulder a thankful pat before taking your cup in your hands again. you focus on the drink, watching how the steam rises and the marshmallows melt. you can't look over at him anymore, scared of your cheeks growing too red and your face giving away your feelings.

the bell by the door rings behind you, and you look towards it out of habit. and in comes alex, george, lily and carmen, laughing and chatting loudly about the black slope they just went down. oscar doesn't seem to notice, but you hastily pull your feet from his lap, sitting down properly – unfortunately making eye contact with alex as you do. he leans forward to lily, whispering something in her ear, and you watch as her eyes dart to you and a smirk grows on her lips.

shit.

the clicking of her boots against the stone floor meets your ears and oscar turns his head at the sound, suddenly realizing why you withdrew from him. "hey there," lily cheers, each of her hands landing your and oscar's shoulders. "what have you been up to?"

your eyes meet his briefly, before looking back up at lily. "just... drinking some chocolate..."

"oh, no skiing?"

"she crashed too much, i couldn't keep her out there and let her continue to embarrass me all day," oscar tells her and you shove his shoulder.

"do you mind if we join you guys?" george asks, coming around the table and not even giving you a second to think about it before he sets two cups of chocolate down on the table. the grin he's wearing only tells you one thing: alex told him already. carmen's lips show off a matching set.

"not at all..."

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december 18th, 10:32am

you huff as you slump down on the living room couch, your mood not even getting brought up by watching the newly installed christmas tree in front of you. you hadn't even been out skiing that much yesterday, yet every single inch of your body aches. not only do you have big, blue bruises on both of your hips due to the many times you've fallen onto the hardly packed snow, but every muscle screams with pain as you drape a blanket over your body. needless to say, you decided to stay at home today instead of heading out with the others for another round.

"are you sure you don't wanna come along?" kika asks as she enters the room, her pretty pink sunglasses perched at the top of her nose. the pout on her lips almost makes you doubt staying in, but when you move to sit up more straight again, you know you've made the right decision.

you nod, giving her a weak smile. "yeah, sorry."

"but oscar promised to come along?"

you freeze, your cheeks growing red as you hear her words.

did she know? about your feelings for him? did the others already tell her about the incident in the cottage yesterday? did they really interpret the situation that way?

"w-what?"

"oh," she chuckles at your reaction. "i just meant that he was so bad yesterday, so i thought that seeing him fall over a couple of times would be worth the pain."

"we're gonna trick him into going down a black slope with us," says pierre who walks into the room, arms lacing around his girlfriend from behind. "we'll send some clips."

you let out a breath of relief as they leave the room. maybe they don't know. maybe your secret will stay secret for a little longer.

the group leaves in pairs or trios and you tell them all goodbye from your place underneath the many blankets. everyone has left by now except for oscar, which confounds you since the others seemed to have so many plans for him. your confusion only grows when he steps into the living room without any skiing gear on, just wearing an oversized, cozy hoodie and a pair of sweats.

"why aren't you out with the others?" you question, your eyebrows raised at him.

"well," he sighs, flopping down next to you on the couch. "i can't find my helmet." when you shoot him a doubting look, he raises his hands defensively. "what?"

"i don't believe it."

"you don't have to, but it's the truth."

"how do you even lose a helmet? it's so big?" you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. "i assumed you were used to keeping track of where your helmet is since if you don't have your helmet with you for races, then you can't race."

"i swear i put it on the drawer by the front door like half an hour ago. i don't understand what could've happened."

you have to give it to him; he is really doing his best to cover this up. you find it pretty obvious that he just doesn't want to ski because of what the others were planning to do to him. but maybe if kika and pierre hadn't spilled their plans already, you would've believed him.

"but hey," he says, bringing you out of your thoughts. "don't feel obligated to include me in whatever you were going to do here now that you finally have the house to yourself." he pushes himself off the couch, standing up and shooting you one last smile before turning to walk away. "i'll let you have some peace."

he takes a couple of steps towards the bedrooms, but then you get the idea. "oscar." he stops in his tracks, throwing a glance back at you. "i was planning on doing some baking, and…" you shuffle slightly in your seat. "it wouldn't hurt to have an extra helping hand."

"i'm a horrible baker, though."

"and i'm the best baker ever, so i guess we cancel each other out." you stand up from your seat, keeping the blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you make your way toward the kitchen. "let's go make some mediocre cookies!"

oscar shakes his head, grinning to himself as he follows behind you. this was definitely not what he had planned, but he sure is liking the way it's going.

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december 18th, 8:14pm

oscar had not been kidding when he said he sucked at baking.

he put in twice the needed amount of flour, and only half of the sugar. and as if that wasn't enough, of course the mistletoe had moved to the kitchen, making the whole situation quite uncomfortable as you both had to take strange routes while navigating through the kitchen to avoid it. not even your baking skills could save the cookies.

as an apology, oscar promised to buy some fancy gingerbread cookies tonight at the christmas market you'd all planned to go to in a nearby city. he was strongly set on going through with his promise, despite how many times you told him that it was alright and that they wouldn't taste as good as homemade ones anyway.

you've all been at the market for almost two hours now, but it feels like you've only gone about ten meters. your friends, mainly lando, george and alex, are stopping at every single shop and stand, making sure to check out all products and buying at least one thing in every store, no matter how long the line to the cash register is.

"lando-" you groan at the sight of the brit running into yet another store; this time, a shop filled with christmassy outfits for dogs. "he doesn't even have a pet…"

kika is grinning next to you, shaking her head. "he told me earlier today that he wanted to buy a present for roscoe if he got the chance," she says as most of the group joins lando. "makes more sense than when he bought that screwdriver thirty minutes ago just because it was green."

"the power of 'christmas colors', apparently," you hear oscar's voice from behind you, and you turn back to meet his eyes.

"well, i'm not surprised. just disappointed. and cold, and tired of standing still."

oscar points his head to the side, up the street. "i think i saw a stand a little further up that sells cookies, maybe they have some gingerbread ones."

you nod, a small smile entering your lips. "let's go check it out, then. kika, do you wanna come-"

you're cut off by the sound of pierre calling for his girlfriend, holding up a reindeer costume and blabbering on about how it would be perfect for her cousin's dog. "sorry guys," kika says before strutting off to her boyfriend.

you both shrug before walking down the street towards the stand oscar had spotted. the sugary scent of cookies meets your nose from far away, and your mouth waters at the mere thought of the sweets. when you arrive, a sweet old lady sitting behind the stand greets you and tells you all about the different cookies she's baked. gingerbread, sugar cookies with little candy canes, snowball cookies, and various traditional swiss cookies.

"would you like to have a taste, dears?" the lady asks, pointing her hand to a plate with samples. you and oscar take a gingerbread cookie each, popping it into your mouths.

"oh yeah, this is lovely," he says, looking like he's savoring every crumb.

"much better than ours," you answer, nudging his shoulder with yours. he gasps and places a hand on his chest, feigning offense.

you turn your attention back to the lady and telling her you'd love to buy a little box of cookies from her. oscar pays for them and she wraps the box in some pretty gift paper, handing it to you before you continue making your way down the street. the house walls and all trees are wrapped in christmas lights, some blinking in random colors and some with a soft glow of an elegant white. the streets are filled with people wearing santa hats, ugly christmas sweaters, and scarves so big half of their faces are covered. there's not a single frown in sight, the happiness and love so obvious you can almost see little hearts flowing above everyone's heads.

you glance into a couple of different stores as you stroll, stopping occasionally to check something out. when you reach a stand with different kinds of jewelry, something catches your eye: a golden necklace with a heart-shaped charm hanging from it. you carefully pick it up, your heart fluttering in your chest as you inspect it.

and when you look up at oscar from the necklace in your hands, he feels like the air is stolen from his lungs. your eyes are twinkling with happiness, outshining all lights in the entire christmas market. the excited smile on your lips is contagious, and suddenly, it's like the world around you has stopped and everyone else has disappeared. you're both just grinning at each other like two lovestruck fools, nothing in either of your minds other than the person in front of you. the sight of your rosy cheeks from the cold makes the butterflies in his stomach multiply by the second.

wow, he really is totally and fully whipped.

"really pretty," he finally gets out, unsure if he's talking about the necklace or the woman standing before him.

"pretty? it's gorgeous," you answer, eyes flickering back to the jewelry in your hand. "i adore it. how much is it?"

just as the guy in the booth is about to answer, you feel someone grab your free hand. "come on guys, they're closing down soon and we still have a bunch of shops to visit!" kika is pulling you along so fast you barely have time to put the necklace down.

lily notices the disappointment on your face and pats your shoulder. "we'll come back here sometime before christmas, don't worry."

lando shows you the christmas tree costume he bought as you wander down the market again, but oscar suddenly stops. "guys, i forgot my phone back at the cookie stand. keep walking, i'll catch up with you," he says, pointing behind him with his thumb and disappearing before anyone can say anything.

it's a good excuse, but you clearly see the outline of his phone in his back pocket as he hurries down the street.

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december 19th, 9:22pm

the days roll on with a gentle rhythm of shared glances and fleeting touches between you and oscar. unbeknownst to both of you, lando, ever the persistent wingman, continues his behind-the-scenes matchmaking efforts.

in some magical way, lando manages to get you and oscar paired up for pretty much anything. board game night? you and oscar just happen to get the exact role cards that make you teammates. time for some ornament decorating? you and oscar are the only ones who don't get a seat on the couch, having to sit on the floor together and share all your materials.

funnily enough, it never gets awkward between the two of you. even when you are left all alone, there is always something to talk about, some dumb thing lando has done that you can tease him about behind his back, or something you are curious about when it comes to his racing career so far. somehow, being with oscar started feeling comfortable, natural, unforced.

one specific night, alex comes up with the idea of playing card games, to which only a few of you are actually interested. some plan on going to bed early so they can hit the slopes first thing in the morning, while others just aren't in the mood. oscar said he would just finish wrapping some christmas presents and join you all later, and you catch yourself feeling disappointed that he's not on the couch next to you, helping you win (or taunting you to make you lose). it surprises you how much you're drawn to him, how it feels like something is missing when he isn't around, when you didn't feel this way just a few days ago.

you try to shake the feeling off, but it's still lingering even as you start playing with your friends. eventually, you excuse yourself to get a glass of water from the kitchen to take your mind off things. but-

just as you round the corner going into the kitchen, your head crashes into something hard. you shriek as you stumble, hands coming up to grab the person in front of you as you lose your balance, but a pair of hands wrap around your back, holding you up. when you look up, you're met with oscar's big brown eyes blinking down at you. "you okay there?"

you let out a relieved breath, nodding at him. "yeah, thanks to you. what were you doing coming around the corner that fast, though?"

he chuckles. "what were you doing not looking where you're going?"

"touché."

your hands are still holding on to the front of his hoodie, and you're about to let go of him and walk away when you notice something in the upper periphery of your vision. something is hanging above you. but, it can't be-

of course it is.

the mistletoe.

oscar looks up just as you do, jaw dropping slightly. "oh..."

"indeed..."

you both keep your vision pointed up, as if the mistletoe would disappear if you just keep on staring at it. oscar's hands slowly begin to slide off your back, and he's hoping you'll both just pretend like none of this ever happened. it would be the least awkward thing to do.

"maybe-" his breath hitches in his throat when you speak up. his gaze is on you again, but you're still looking at the plant. "maybe we should do it. just... for the christmas spirit, you know. i love christmas."

you don't even know what you're blabbering on about. you're trying to improvise a reason to kiss your brother's colleague that makes at least a little sense, but you're completely lost. you realize how dumb you sound, and you expect to see him staring at you like you actually are insane when you look back at him.

but what you don't know is that he thinks it's the best idea ever. he is just as into it as you are, if not more. he doesn't look at you like you're crazy; he's just dumbfounded, blinking at you as he tries to understand what's happening. did the girl he likes really just say they should kiss? because she loves christmas?

oscar gulps, but something in him gives him the courage to nod. "i mean," he starts, voice weak. "what's the harm? it's just... tradition."

"right. yeah, that's exactly what i was thinking."

the tension is higher than ever as your faces are already just inches apart. you aren't sure who should take the initiative and lean in, but before you can overthink it, you're both doing it subconsciously. your noses brush against each other briefly and a little giggle escapes past your lips, and this whole situation feels very familiar. this time, oscar can't hold back anymore, so he closes the gap and presses his mouth to yours.

the kiss is quick, not much longer than a peck, but something changes inside you. when you didn't know what it felt like to kiss oscar, you didn't think too much about it. but now that you have felt his lips on yours, you crave it.

he seems to feel the same way, because when you kiss him again, he's pressing against you instantly. your hands move from his chest to his shoulders as your lips move in sync, tilting your head to get a better angle. oscar's touch travels up and down your sides, fingers grazing the bare skin of your stomach when your sweater lifts.

oscar takes your bottom lip in between his teeth and you let out a hum, making him grin into the kiss. his tongue swipes between your lips before slipping into your mouth, exploring it for the first, but hopefully not last, time. you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, already growing hot as his hands move down to your butt.

kissing oscar is so easy, so comfortable. it's like you've done it so many times before, like it's what you were made to do.

you're so relaxed and so focused on the kiss that you don't even hear lando's footsteps right next to you, nor his snicker from a few meters away as he picks up his phone to snap a couple of pictures. you don't even hear him strutting away to the living room, nor his loud proclamation to the group: mission complete.

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december 23rd, 8:35am

the rest of the days leading up to christmas consist of a lot of sneaking around.

the days are filled with secretive kisses when you're sure no one is watching, fleeting pecks or longer liplocks, hurriedly parting and acting like nothing happened when you hear approaching footsteps. they're filled with soft brushes as you pass each other in hallways, little squeezes of your waist or his arm when someone is around, conveying more than anyone could guess. and they're filled with giant, knowing smiles matching on your lips, with longing gazes and sly winks across the dinner table.

now, his hand is warm in yours despite the freezing temperatures of the air. when you said you forgot your mittens in the cabin, oscar had just smiled, taking off one of his own to give it to you. and to heat your other hand, he intertwined his fingers with yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand as you walked.

you'd slipped out of the house before anyone else had woken up, wishing for a peaceful moment for yourselves. the two of you haven't really had time to properly talk ever since your moment under the mistletoe, and even though it wasn't outspoken, you both knew there were things to be discussed.

you're halfway around the lake when he finally touches on the subject. "so..." he starts, nudging your shoulder with his. "you like me, huh?"

you snicker. "i have for quite some time now, actually."

his hand squeezes yours. "tell me about it."

and when he asks, you tell.

you tell him about seeing him all those years ago, thinking that he was just a pretty face, a good driver, and not much else. you tell him about getting to know him more and more in the last two years and realizing that shit, he's so much more than that. you tell him about the butterflies, about the sneaky glances, about falling for him.

and then, he tells you his side.

he tells you about knowing of you from your first appearances in the f1 paddock, the curiosity in him growing for every picture of you and charles he saw. he tells you about wanting to approach you but not knowing how, not wanting to come off too strong or clingy. he tells you about how nothing has ever been more disappointing to him than charles's timing back in abu dhabi. then, he tells you about how his fingers had secretly been crossed all trip, hoping that lando's attempts to pair the two of you up wouldn't fall through.

you share giggles and smiles as you tell your stories, and it all feels so natural even though it's so new. and you think to yourself that maybe, this won't be so hard to get used to.

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december 23rd, 5:46pm

"how are things going with oscar?"

lily's voice makes your heart skip a beat. you had just walked into the kitchen to grab a gingerbread cookie, not expecting her to be doing the dishes this late in the evening – and especially not expecting her to ask you something like that. "what do you mean?" you ask back, trying to stay composed as you strut over to the cupboard, reaching into it for the box of cookies.

"are you going to be like... boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

the box slips out of your hands and crashes to the floor before you can catch it again. did you hear her correctly? your eyebrows shoot up and your mouth hangs open as you look at her again. she scoffs.

"oh please, the two of you aren't exactly sneaky," she says, looking back into the sink. "you know, lando took pictures of you under the mistletoe. and we all saw you coming back from your little trip to the lake earlier today."

"oh my god." you cover your face with your hands, letting out a groan. "oh my god. no way."

lily laughs, washing the last few plates under the tap before placing them on the side to drain. "don't worry, we were all in on it."

"and what does that mean?!"

"lando had a plan." of course he did. "we all agreed to help him out. except charles, he's still oblivious."

"what kind of plan?"

"well, just small things here and there, really." she wipes her hands on a towel before turning around and leaning against the counter. "hiding oscar's helmet so he'd have to stay here with you instead of skiing with us. walking really slowly in the market so you'd both get so tired of us that you'd stroll off alone. and the mistletoe, but that's obvious..."

as lily spills the details of lando's plan, you feel a mix of embarrassment and surprise, along with a hint of amusement. you're suddenly very aware of the collaboration that has taken place behind the scenes, and you take a deep breath as you slowly lower your hands from your face.

"so... lando really orchestrated all of this?" you exclaim, still trying to process the fact that your friends have been actively working to bring you and oscar closer together.

lily chuckles, nodding. "yes, and he's been loving every moment of it. we all figured you two needed a little push."

you shake your head in disbelief, a smile playing on your lips despite the initial shock. "what's the endgame here? is lando secretly a matchmaker or something?"

"he wishes," she says with a smirk. "i think he just enjoys playing cupid when he can." she shrugs, crossing her arms over her chest. "but hey, it worked out well, didn't it? you and oscar seem pretty cozy."

"yeah, i guess..." the mention of oscar brings a blush to your cheeks. "i just didn't expect to have a whole team of co-conspirators."

lily laughs, stepping forward to pat your shoulder. "it's all in good fun. besides, it's about time something happened between you two." you nod in agreement, smiling at her. "now, spill. how are you feeling about all of this? is he boyfriend material?"

you hesitate for a moment, contemplating your newfound dynamic with oscar. a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. "yeah, maybe. we're figuring it out, i guess. it's all been... surprisingly nice."

she grins, satisfied with your response. "well, then, i'd say lando's plan was a success." she backs away, walking towards the kitchen exit. "just enjoy it, okay? and don't be too mad at us. we just wanted to see you both happy."

you nod and watch as she leaves, still processing the directed events that have led up to this moment. as you're left alone, you can't help but smile to yourself at the thought of everything that's happened – and everything that's yet to come.

suddenly, for the first time in your life, you feel thankful for something lando has done. you'll have to remember to thank him later.

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december 24th, 10:23pm

just a few hours ago, charles was challenged to a snowball fight with the rest of the twitch quartet. and how could he ever say no to them?

for you to fall asleep before he got back would just be stupid, because there's no way he will be able to keep quiet when he eventually he crashes into the room post-fight. so instead, you sit against the headboard of your bed, a thick blanket draped over your body and a good book in your hands as you enjoy the tranquility of the last few moments of christmas eve.

there's a soft knock on the door, one so low you could've just as well missed it. "come in," you call out, looking up from your book as the door creaks open. surprise paints your face as oscar enters the room, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of carrying out a secret mission.

in his hands, oscar holds a beautifully wrapped box, adorned with a crimson bow. "merry christmas."

"oscar, what are you up to?" you ask, laughter dancing in your eyes.

"giving you your present." he sits at your feet, holding out the present to you.

you place your book beside you on the bed, accepting the gift with a curious smile. you unwrap the present, and as you remove the lid of the box and your eyes are met with a necklace, your breath hitches in your throat.

the heart-shaped pendant is familiar – it's the exact necklace you'd eyed in the christmas market. you look up at oscar, a myriad of emotions playing on your face. "i didn't forget my phone," he admits, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. "i just really wanted to get it for you."

speechless, you delicately trace the edges of the pendant with your fingers. "oscar, i..."

"it's a christmas gift, but you can wear it whenever you want."

you hold the necklace up to him. "like now?"

he nods and takes it from you as you turn around, brushing away your hair so that he can secure the chain around your neck. when you turn back, you catch the glint of admiration in his eyes. "you look beautiful."

you hold the pendant between your thumb and pointer finger, a silent acknowledgment of the connection formed by the gift. "it's perfect, oscar. thank you." you tilt your head, smiling at him. "you're not getting your gift until tomorrow, though."

"just seeing you with this necklace is enough of a present for me. i don't need anything else."

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december 25th, 6:04pm

christmas day morning is for gift exchanges. you all sit around the tree in the living room, giving out presents and sharing the background stories behind the silly little things you've bought each other. you receive a ton of random objects that people had bought that day in the christmas market; objects they bought just to irritate you and oscar. now that you know, you find it quite funny – and seeing charles's confused face as you unwrapped a green screwdriver from lando is definitely one of your highlights of the day.

your present to oscar is, obviously, better planned than most other gifts. beneath the wrapper is a box titled "skiing survival kit" written in big, red letters. in it lies a pair of thick socks (with a note reading "to protect your feet from those horrible boots"), a bag of hot chocolate mix ("for moments when skiing feels too challenging; a little warmth to make everything better"), a bottle of peppermint-scented massaging oil ("you never know when you find yourself in need of a massage..."), and a handwritten letter about how you enjoyed your stay in the cottage much more than the actual skiing and a promise to stay in and warm his chair for him next time he's out "skiing".

then, midday rolls around. the chefs of the group, also known as the few people who don't burn everything they attempt to cook, take their time to make a good dinner. in the meantime, the rest of you prepare some games and competitions, including a trivia, a snow fort building competition, and a gingerbread house-decorating contest that ended in lando letting his competitiveness get the best of him. safe to say that no other gingerbread houses were still standing, other than lando's, meaning the brit won by default. his price: getting thrown in the snow in just his pyjamas.

and the evening? it's dedicated to a movie marathon, as per russell family traditions.

it has all been planned into the finest detail; the couch in the living room is decorated with blankets and pillows, nearly every bowl in the house is filled to the brim with snacks, and mattresses and pillows on the floor for those who don't fit on the couch. everyone was included of the vote of what movie you were going to see, though you had a feeling george had cheated when you were told the 'home alone' series won. especially since it's the one series he hasn't been able to stop talking about wanting to watch all trip.

you're settled on the edge of the couch, a blanket wrapped over your shoulders and your knees pulled up to your chest. you're laughing along with something kika has said from right next to you when you hear a beep from the kitchen, indicating that the last bag of popcorn was ready. you assumed lando would be getting up to fetch it, seeing as he was the one who insisted you needed one more bag, but when your eyes find him, he sits very contently and comfortably a few seats away. he looks back at you, eyebrows rising as you make eye contact.

"hey, you're the closest to the kitchen," he says, nodding his head in your direction. "go get them."

he isn't wrong, but he still makes no sense. "no way, norris."

he pouts. "please, be quick so we can start the movie already."

"you suck."

he sticks out his tongue at you but you've already walked off. when you return, a new bowl filled with popcorn in your arms, you aren't exactly surprised to see lando in the seat that used to be yours. you shoot him a glare, to which he answers, "i could barely see the tv from where i was sitting!"

"oh, but you think i'll be able to?" you scoff at the way he shrugs his shoulders, seemingly to say that it's now none of his business. and when you look at his old seat, you are even less surprised to see who's sitting right next to it.

oscar is looking up at you, confusion mixing into his features. he's been scrolling on his phone for the last few minutes and didn't notice when his teammate left him alone.

neither of you complain when you slip into lando's old spot, though. oscar immediately grabs the blanket in his lap and drapes it over you too. you shuffle closer to him as the movie turns on, the soft fabric of his pyjama pants brushing against yours. the bowl of popcorn is propped up on your lap, and when you reach into it to grab a handful, it touches something warm. you rip your eyes from the tv to see your hand brushing against oscar's. of course.

considering the other touches and kisses you've shared these last few days, it's not even a very intimate action. and yet, something about it leaves both of you giggling.

"so many clichés this trip, huh?" he says, eyes flickering between your hands and your face.

instead of answering, you grab his hand in yours. your fingers slip in between his easily, as they've done so many times these last few days, but you pull your hands underneath the blanket to keep them out of sight from everyone else.

it's a good movie, but it's easy for you to zone out when you feel oscar's hand squeeze yours. neither of you can really stay away from the other, inching closer as the movie progresses and stealing little cheek kisses when everyone is focused on the most exciting scenes. and when you start to grow a little tired, your head instinctively lands on his shoulder as you let out a little yawn. oscar desperately has to hold himself back from cooing at you, feeling so soft and prideful that you're leaning on him, and he settles for leaning his own head on you.

you both think you're being subtle, but everyone in the room understands what's going on. even charles, who has now been let in on what's happened between you and oscar after he walked in on lando telling alex about how cute the new couple in the house looked walking around the lake, can't take his eyes off the two of you. as your older brother, he feels like he should be doing something or saying something to protect you. he wonders what his role should be here – aren't brothers supposed to scare their sisters' boyfriends away?

but charles realizes that oscar isn't an enemy. in this moment, you look so peaceful, so content; like you've found the the long-lost puzzle piece to make you complete. how could he possibly interrupt that?

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december 25th, 11:28pm

charles is still fast asleep on the couch when you slip into oscar's room after the movie has ended, fingers intertwined and your laughter mixing as he pulls you along to his bed. his hands find your hips as he sits down on the edge of the bed, urging you to lower yourself onto his lap, and you happily oblige.

"look up," he says, and when you do, you're not surprised by what's hanging in the roof.

the mistletoe.

"oh," you start, looking back at him. last time you found yourself underneath the mistletoe with oscar, you had been more nervous than ever before. but this time, it isn't as scary. this time, you're able to shrug, a teasing grin forming on your lips. "i guess we should kiss, then. just for the christmas spirit, you know."

his lips are curved into a big smile. "oh, i do know." one of his hands comes up to tuck some hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek in his palm. "it's because you love christmas."

you can't hold back from giggling, and neither can he, both of you leaning in to seal your lips. your first encounter underneath the mistletoe was hesitant, but it feels like that was ages ago, in another lifetime. now, with his lips pressing against yours, it feels like it's all you've known.

he's so gentle with it, his kisses delicate and tender, and your heart flutters at the feeling. his hands land on your waist as your arms wrap around his neck, scooting in even closer. when your crotch brushes against him, he involuntarily lets out a moan into your mouth, and you stop for a moment to pull away. both your eyes and his are wide as you look at each other, and oscar doesn't know what to say. his mind is racing, not sure if you thought that was awkward or too soon or-

"that's so fucking hot," you say, and he finally exhales. you kiss him again, speaking against his lips. "wanna hear more."

he has no problems letting out more sounds when you keep up your actions, your hips rolling down on him rhythmically. his hands find the hem of your sweater and slip inside, instantly roaming your sides. his cold touch tickles, and when his fingers move along your waist, you can't help but giggle against his lips. he laughs along with you, but he only does it to match you. he's dumbfounded when you part from him and you grab his wrists to make him halt.

"you're too cold," you start, a bit breathless already. "it's-"

"are you really that ticklish?" he chuckles, fingers running up and down your sides again to test you, and his heart melts when you throw your head back, laughing. "oh come on, how am i supposed to do this if i can't touch you?"

"warm your fingers next time and we should be fine."

"next time, huh?" a combination of a smirk and a grin plays on his lips. "planning ahead?"

"well, it depends on how well you perform tonight." he sticks out his tongue at your taunting tone. "just take it off already, will you?"

oscar happily obliges, pulling the material off you before reaching for his own sweater, throwing them both onto the floor. his eyes stick to your chest, to the soft, red bed bra holding up your breasts, and he feels himself growing harder instantly, because this is so much better than he'd imagined. you can't exactly complain about what your eyes are met with, either; oscar's toned chest and his broad shoulders are basically calling out for you to come and press your lips to them. or sink your teeth in them. probably both.

he gives you a few quick kisses before his hands land on your hips and he flips you both around, laying you onto the covers. his lips meet the skin below your ear, and then travel down the side of your neck. he hears your breath hitch in your throat when he finds a spot you enjoy particularly much, making sure to memorize it for the future. and when his kisses trail even further down, they meet something hard and metallic. when he leans back, he realizes that you're wearing the necklace.

he didn't notice it until now, since he was too busy being mesmerized by your breasts earlier; but now, he can't take his eyes off it. the little heart charm rests just above your actual heart, and something about seeing it makes his heart flutter. the necklace he bought for you, the one that makes you think of him and only him. it's like you're already tagged as his.

"cute," he whispers to himself, placing a long kiss right on top of the heart. he can feel your real heart beating underneath his lips, fast but not really enough, and he can't wait to make you feel like it's pounding out of your chest.

he starts placing open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, his hands finding the waistband of your sweatpants.

"you okay with me taking these off?" he asks, parting from your skin to watch you nod your head. he pulls the material down your body, smiling when your underwear comes into sight. they're not a pair of lacy lingerie or victoria's secret-lookalikes, but just a regular pair of panties in a deep green color with little candy canes. his eyes flicker between your bra and your panties. "green and red, huh?"

"well, what can i say?" you smile. "i love christmas." he giggles, and so do you, as he leaves your pants somewhere on the floor before moving further down your body. when his hands near the fuzzy socks with little cartoon santas dressing your feet, you're quick to speak. "those stay on, though."

"oh, is that so?"

"gotta make sure you're not just doing this for that foot fetish you might or might not have." a laughter erupts from his chest. "i've had too much of that recently."

"well, i don't have one, so i don't mind you keeping them on." he moves up on the bed again, fingers reaching the hem of your underwear. "but i can take these off, right?"

"things would get kinda tricky otherwise, i'd say,” you tease, but oscar merely blinks up at you with raised eyebrows.

"tricky, yes. but not impossible."

you shake your head, a grin making its way onto your lips. "next time, oscar."

and there it is again. next time. the way you say it so casually, like there's no doubt in your mind that there will be another time, that you'll do all of this again.

yet again, instant boner.

your panties are off in a second, and he doesn't waste any time before pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh. his hand takes care of your other thigh, thumb brushing up and down your skin, as your lips travel closer and closer to where you want him the most.

you suck in a breath when you feel his warm breath against your core. his tongue meets your clit and your eyes flutter closed, one of your hands reaching down to entangle in his hair. as his tongue draws circles around your bud, one of his hands leaves your thigh, a finger swiping along your wet folds before pushing slowly into you. you don't know which sensation to focus on, both growing stronger and pushing you closer to your limit every passing second. when he's pumped you a couple of times, he adds another finger and then another, pushing deep into you. his fingers curling inside of you makes you pull on his hair even harder, your mind growing hazy and your breaths shorter.

"o-oscar," you let out, subconsciously buckling your hips towards him in hopes of creating more friction. "i'm so clos-"

you're cut off by the combination of a moan and a whine that leaves your lips when his tongue flicking your clit speeds up. "come for me, sweetheart," he tells you, his voice sending vibrations against your core.

your legs shake around him as you completely let go, feeling the climax wash over you just moments after his order. your free arm drapes over your face, covering your eyes in your arm as you try to catch your breath. oscar continues lapping you up, helping you ride it out, also licking his fingers clean before letting his hands caress your sides soothingly. he's unsure whether his fingers are warm enough now to not tickle you, or if you're just too busy coming down from your high to even realize you should feel ticklish, but he smiles at the thought nonetheless.

"everything alright up here?" oscar asks as he moves up to your face again, one of his hands prying the arm off your face. you slowly open your eyes, your hazy gaze meeting his loving one and you can't help but to cup his face in your hands. you pull him down to your lips, lazily lacing them together. he pulls away just enough for his lips to still brush yours when he speaks. "i'll take that as a yes."

you're quick to nod, but even quicker to connect his lips with yours again, not wanting to be apart for even a second.

your hands slide down his neck and the front of his body, loving the feeling of his strong muscles under your touch. your fingers reach down to the edge of his pajama pants, and you let out a chuckle when you notice the ever-growing tent in them. "don't laugh at me," he starts, biting down on your bottom lip as a warning. "you're so hot, how could i not get this hard?"

"oh, shut it," you say, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks. "just take them off, will you?"

"as you wish."

as he shuffles off the bed and pulls off his own pants, plus his boxers along with them, you take the time to reach behind you and unclasp your bra, letting it slide down your arms and off the bed. when he reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a condom, you raise your eyebrows. "oh, so you were planning this?"

he shakes his head as he climbs on top of you again. "i was hoping, not expecting. those are two very different things." he removes the wrapper and throws it onto the table, rolling the condom onto himself. "do you need anything? or-"

"just you."

oscar presses his smile to yours, kissing you like he has no rush in the world, like he just wants to savor this moment with you. "well then," he says against your lips, nudging his dick against your entrance. "i have to give the lady what she wants, don't i?"

you can't control the whine that slips into his mouth when he pushes into you. you thought you were ready for him, but he's so big and he stretches you out so perfectly. he pauses once he's slipped entirely into you, his lips finding a spot below your ear as he allows you to get used to him. your pussy is throbbing already, still sensitive from just minutes ago, and the little involuntary clenches around him make oscar grow more and more eager.

when he finally starts moving, you drape your arms around his shoulders for stability. his thrusts are slow but deep, and yet you desperately want more of him. you hook a leg over his hip, the other following soon after, and you gasp at the way he bottoms you out completely. one of his hands comes up to squeeze your breast, thumb flicking over the nipple as his pace speeds up. the sounds you make and the way your legs squeeze him close makes him feel like he could cum anytime, but he tries to hold back because he needs to see you fall apart beneath him for the second time tonight.

"oscar..." you cry out when his free hand slides down your body, a finger coming in contact with your clit again.

"just a little more, love." his thrusts have grown sloppy and his figures on your bud aren't exactly perfect, but it's good enough for your orgasm to hit.

your back arches off the bed, your chest pressing into his as you nuzzle your face into the side of his neck to hide your moans. when your walls tighten around him, he reaches his high too, his body shaking as he rides it out. your heart is about ready to jump out of your chest when he collapses onto you, both of you trying to catch your breaths. "holy fuck," oscar starts, his breath warm on your skin. "that was amazing. you feel amazing." you try to gather energy to speak, fingers getting lost in his curls. "you taste amazing, too. better than any christmas dinner."

you give him a weak slap to his shoulder. "shush."

"it's true!" he pushes himself back a bit, mouth hanging in mock offense. "this was the best present i could've ever wished for."

"the necklace is higher on my list, though."

oscar pauses for a moment. "i'm not sure if i should feel proud or offended."

you snicker. "i was hoping for the latter," you tease, but regret it the moment oscar's hands find your waist, fingers dancing along it and tickling you yet again. the squeal you let out does nothing to halt his actions, and he doesn't even budge when you try to push him away by his shoulders. "i was kidding!"

"apologize. now."

his fingers still working their way on your skin make it almost impossible for you to speak again, but you do your best to take a deep breath. "i'm- i'm sorry! oscar- stop it!"

he finally stops, and you finally get to breathe. "i'll go get a wet towel," oscar says, pulling away from you and giving you one last glance. he almost doesn't leave the bed when he looks at you, though – he finds the sight almost too good to be true. your rosy cheeks, the dreamy smile on your lips, your hair spread out on the pillows. he's scared that if he leaves you, maybe the spell will be broken and he'll realize all of this has just been a dream. because that's just how this all feels: surreal.

but it is real, and he can't wait to have you like this in his bed again.

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december 26th, 12:56pm

packing up after a good trip is always a bittersweet affair. realizing that you have the real world waiting for you, your actual lives with responsibilities and obligations, and that you can't just stay in this fairytale forever – this moment was definitely not something you looked forward to.

you and charles need to get back to monaco to celebrate christmas with your other brothers and your mother, before he needs to go away for pre-season work again. you're meticulously folding up your clothes, zipping up bags and exchanging smiles as you reminisce on memories of the week.

but, things are different this time. you know that the magic of this trip isn't going to stay here – in one way or another, you'll bring some of it with you back to your real life.

oscar.

you've already made plans to meet up after new years, and even when he's busy with work, you know that you'll at least see him during every race weekend. neither of you are ever more than a flight, or a call, away, and you just can't wait to see where this all takes you.

"so... oscar, huh?" charles's voice breaks the silence, his eyes glancing in the direction of your open door that lets in the sound of oscar's voice from the living room.

"hm? what about him?" you reply, trying to hold back the smile threatening to adorn your lips when you hear his name.

charles cocks an eyebrow at you. "you and him... kind of obvious." he gazes towards your bed. "besides, your bed is made. you didn't sleep here last night."

"well, i-" you start, but charles interrupts with a knowing chuckle.

"relax, i'm not going to be a police. just..." he shows off a sweet smile. "enjoy it."

with a nod and a shared understanding, you both continue packing, an unspoken acknowledgment hanging in the air. the group gathers to bid you farewell by the front door, and gratitude fills your heart as you exchange goodbyes with your friends. you grow especially soft when lando pulls you into a hug, a cheeky grin on his lips. "thank you," you whisper, giving his cheek a quick peck to really convey how much you appreciate everything he's done this holiday. he just squeezes you back, telling you not to worry about it.

finally, as you turn to say your farewell to oscar, the atmosphere shifts and the group watches with amused anticipation. "until next time," you say, your eyes holding a promise that transcends the physical distance.

"until next time," he repeats, smiling as you engulf him in a tight hug.

you pull away just enough for your ear to brush against his ear, your voice low. "charles knows, by the way."

"w-what?" his eyes widen for a moment, flickering between you and your brother – but then realization dawns. "well, in that case..."

before you can react, oscar pulls you closer again. he presses a goodbye-kiss on your lips, right there in front of everyone, and the group erupts into cheers.

and the loudest of them all? lando, of course. "if i'm not the best man at your wedding, i'll never forgive you guys."

[evermoreseries]

EVERMORE: Chapter Three

Eddie Munson Fic - Evermore Directory - Word Count: 9.1k

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Immediately after lunch, Eddie had about 30 minutes to kill until his next class. He used this time to wander around campus some more. At this time, plenty of students were already into their next classes, so it gave Eddie a chance to see things without the in-between class scrambling.

Where Matthew left him was just at the beginning of a long paved walkway to what looked like another building slightly off the main campus. Most of its structure was obscure by surrounding trees, so naturally Eddie curiously walked towards it to scope it out.

The wide paved path was at a slight downward slope. Eddie leisurely walked towards the building, running his fingers along the short stone wall that lined the bridge. As he glances to his left, he catches a glimpse of what appears to be water through the trees, the edge of the huge lake the academy sits on. In the absence of others, it almost feels like he’s back in the Upside Down. He furrows his brows as he thinks of the time he spent there just the night before.

Everything is stale and cool there. Here, the last bits of autumn sun bring warmth to his skin, and the air is fresh. It almost sickens him. This time last year, he would be celebrating a day like this, a gentle breeze rolling through, but plenty of sunlight to make you almost forget the impending rainy, overcast days that hit before winter. Now, it’s just bearable. Luckily, this summer was spent in hiding. It was the first time in history that the AC in the trailer didn’t go out. Since he quite literally could not leave the confines of his room in fear of being seen, he could take as many ice cold showers his heart desired. Now that it’s becoming cooler all round, he is able to walk around on days like these just slightly uncomfortable, but again, it’s bearable.

At the end of the bridge is a singular building. On either end were two huge, rounded greenhouse looking structures connected by a brick rectangle. The center of the building, the brick structure, seemed to be the main entrance. Above the double doors were bold letters, Conservatory.

Eddie makes his way around the building, opting to walk around instead of through. As he walks around one of the large glass greenhouses, he notices what looks like a class being held, black and purple uniforms all seated with textbooks and notepads.

He easily makes his way to the back of the conservatory, finding the sidewalk abruptly ending and turning into an overgrown dirt pathway cutting through the grass and leading into the woods. Eddie lazily kicks his feet through fallen leaves as he aimlessly follows the path. The trees closely follow the path for a while until they gradually expand, making room for a wide, circular platform with matching stone structures that have all seen better days.

Eddie makes his way around the open area before stepping onto the short platform. He stands in the middle of the platform, slowly spinning in a circle to fully grasp the structures around him. Something on one of the stones catches his eye. This particular stone is wider than it is tall. It reaches just about to Eddie’s thigh and has a few green vines and weeds growing around it. Eddie kneels and bends down to move some of the weeds, dusting off the stone.

Just under a thin layer of dirt is a drawing, presumably done with a black sharpie. It’s a little stick figure with a fierce expression and fangs. Drawn in one of its hands is a sword, and on top of its head is a crown. Eddie can’t help but crack a smile, as just above the figure is an arrow and a name, “Laika Reider was here.”

Walking into the South Building, Eddie is quick to take in the familiar stench of floor mats, locker rooms, and rubber. There are a million echoes of talkative students bouncing off the vast walls. Just from the entrance, he can see a long hall that has two doors on one side and four on the other. He quickly glances down at his schedule to make sure he has the right room number in mind. “S-100.” He mumbles aloud to himself.

“Over here.” A small voice catches him off guard. He looks up to find the same thirteen year old boy from his first class shyly waving him over.

“Tony.” Eddie says confidently with a smile. He jogs over to the kid, coming to a slow stop and slapping a hand on the younger’s shoulder. “The Little Wolf,” Anthony blushes, “How’s it goin’, little man?”

“Hm - hi.” Anthony replies with a timid grin, “This is our classroom.” He points to the glass window on the door. The text reads ‘S-100, Transmutations, Safierto’.

“So it is. Thanks!” Eddie boasts, reaching over to pull the door handle, gently pushing Anthony through the door first before following behind.

They both take a second to take in the space. It’s little more than four walls. The space was about half the size of a basketball court with cement walls and glossy wooden floors, of which held a few scratches and marks. Windows and vents lined the edges of the ceiling and there were a small set of wooden bleachers at the far end of the room.

Sitting in the corner of the bottom bleacher bench was a woman. She had her yellow-gold eyes focused on a few papers inside a folder. Her skin was a rich, warm brown, her muscular arms were on full display in a black, sleeveless top that covered her neck. Even with a completely neutral expression, her face was clearly scarred on one side. Three long lines stretched from just under her left eye, along her cheek, and disappearing under her turtleneck.

After a few beats of silence, she finally looks up from her papers over an invisible pair of glasses. Her eyes do a quick once over both boys before she closes the folder, sits up straight, and uncrosses her legs. “Looks like we’re all here.” She stands just as the bell signaling the start of class rings. She tosses the folder down on the seat behind her and begins walking to the center of the room. “Go ahead and set your stuff down over there.” She says pointing to the bleachers. Eddie and Anthony share a quick glance before they begin moving further into the class to follow her instructions.

Both boys set their belongings down on the first bench and turn back to face their instructor. She now stands with her arms crossed in front of her chest and an almost deadpan expression. She then motions for them to sit with a simple wave of her hand. They follow promptly, curious and a little intimidated. “I will be your instructor for this class, here to help you get through your transformations. Help you get comfortable and in control.” Her head dips in a curt nod to affirm her words. “Most students call me Ms. Saf. I’ve been here helping Nevermore students for the last seven years.” Eddie instinctually spares Anthony a quick side glance before giving his attention back to his teacher. “Now, no worries if you are not a wolf, werecreatures all go through transformation in relatively the same way.”

“Does it hurt?” Anthony asks outright. Ms. Saf’s face ever-so-slightly eases into an amused depression. She huffs a small laugh, shaking her head.

“No, you’ll be alright.” She affirms. “The first time, first few times, will feel a bit foreign, strange even, but it doesn’t hurt.” She breathes in, squinting off as if trying to find the right words before sighing out, “It will feel more akin to stretching. The more you form, the easier it will become to slip in and out of. The more time you spend in your were-state, the stronger and more connected you will become with your powers.” She offers Anthony a tightlipped grin. “It’s a lot like learning a new sport or a new workout.” She tilts her head side to side as she goes through the explanation. “Your body is using muscles you don’t normally use, but maintaining regular practice will help to improve yourself in your altered state. You will be sore afterwards, and you will experience aches most likely all over, but the purpose of the class is to build strength and confidence. Before you know it, you’ll be mastering the switch.”

Anthony sighs, deflating with relief. Eddie holds back a chuckle. Though Eddie is just as happy to hear that they won’t have to Wolverine-’hurts every time’-it, seeing it openly expressed on someone else is a bit comical.

“Since we only have an hour together on Wednesdays, this first class will mainly be for Q&A and demonstrations, so let’s just get into it.” Ms. Safierto rolls her shoulders back. “For early transformations, most people need some type of trigger to change. Over time, these triggers may change. They may be positive or negative. It really depends on the person.” Eddie’s brows furrow a bit as he starts to feel a little anxious at the thought of being triggered to change into a creature he doesn’t know if he can control.

“Will we always need a… trigger to change?” Anthony asks.

“No, not always. Like I said, this is really just some tips for beginners. Once you gain a bit of experience, you should be able to change at will.” She looks over to Eddie, leaving a bit of room for more questions before continuing. “At some point, particularly in your early days, you might find that you may feel better in your were-state as opposed to your human state. ‘Better’ may mean something different to everybody.” She begins talking with her hands as time goes on. “Some students say they feel more confident than usual, less anxious, less… burdened.” She raises a stern, warning brow. “But don’t get too cocky or full of yourself, or even too… down on yourself. Physical strength, enhanced senses are all things that naturally come with transforming, mainly because these creatures we change into are more instinctual, primal. Your were-counterpart is not what makes you ‘better’. It merely opens your eyes to a grander picture, connects you,... grounds you.” She looks back and forth between the two boys to ensure her message is sticking. She clasps her hands together in front of her lap and continues, “Have either of you transformed before?”

Anthony shakes his head vigorously, “No, ma’am.” Both turn their gazes to Eddie.

“I, uh…” He clenches his jaw, twitching his head to the side as he tries to come up with something on the spot. “I, uh, had, um,” he swallows, “a nightmare… once…” His leg starts to bounce, “about, uh, turning into a… rampaging monster…” He chuckles to deflect, no humor behind it at all. “When I woke up, my mattress suffered some bad claw marks.” He shrugs, nodding. “That’s as close as I’ve got.”

Ms. Safierto nods, understanding, “You may have a trigger stemming from anger… or fear.” She tilts her head, “In such a relaxed state, like sleeping, you may have been able to transform without knowing it per se.” She shakes her head, “It’s not uncommon.”

Eddie clears his throat, trying to find some confidence in his voice, “Do, uh… Do you keep in control… while… transformed? The human part.” He twitches his head to the side, “In.. my dream… I…” He shakes his head, “didn’t feel like I… was in the driver’s seat.” His brows furrowed as he recalls. “I could hear,... see,... smell… everything that was happening, but it felt like…” He shrugs, “Someone else was… piloting…” He frowns, squinting at the memory.

Ms. Safierto’s look hardens a bit as she lets Eddie’s words hang in the air for a moment, much to his dismay. Anthony looks back and forth between Eddie and their teacher nervously. She shakes her head, “You should always remain in control of your actions while in your were-state. Your body is the only thing changing. We do not transform into mindless beasts. The person inside remains the same, regardless of the physical state.”

Her stern, matter-of-fact tone brings slight comfort to Eddie, but he can’t help but think back to his dreams. He remembers each one more than he’d ever remembered a dream in his life. They all had way too much detail, and he was way too aware.They felt real. He sighs with relief, nodding, but something deep down tells him not to trust this ‘were-counterpart’. We desperately wanted to take her words to heart, but the look she gave him worked against his judgment.

“What happens to our clothes and stuff when we transform?” Anthony asks with a raised hand. Eddie mentally thanks him graciously for changing the subject to something a bit less dramatic.

“Well… It depends on the creature’s transformation and the degree in which they transform.” She raises a brow, “Think of transformations in terms of percentages. This is quite advanced so don’t feel pressured to master this skill. It takes a lot of practice to control your ‘percentage’. When it comes to clothes, most creatures tend to not transform into something too much larger than or different from their human form. Clothes may be stretched, torn, ripped, and so on. Therefore, one of the best teachings to keep with you is to be mindful of what you wear and the fabrics you choose. Sweats, baggy or loose fitting clothes will almost never get… shredded. Jeans, linens, thick, or stiff fabrics tend to not be recoverable, but again, depends on the transformation and the creature. Some tend to be more humanoid than others. You might be able to get away with a few stretched jackets or ripped seams. Which in that case, we have an amazing seamstress at Nevermore who, I'm sure, would be more than happy to fix it right up.”

She gestures to Eddie, “As your counterpart is still unknown, you may be one of the lucky few who get to keep your jeans.” She attempts at a joke, offering a small grin. “Anthony on the other hand.” She turns her attention to the younger. “Sorry to say, but wolves tend to be on the list of creatures who need to stick to stretchy pants.”

“Eh, I’m not really fond of jeans anyway.” He shrugs earnestly, getting a chuckle out of Eddie and their teacher.

“Maybe, you’ll get lucky and be one of the few wolves who can fully ‘wolf-out’ as I’ve heard it called.” She says sarcastically. Anthony scrunches his face.

“Probably not. No one on my mom’s or dad’s side has that trait, so I’m good.”

“Wolf-out?...” Eddie asks, searching for clarification. Anthony takes over before their teacher can respond.

“Some werewolves can turn into a full wolf.” He holds out his hands to add emphasis. “But… it's pretty rare.” He nods to confirm his own statement.

“Out of my forty-five years of life and fifteen years of teaching. I’ve only come across three wolves who can do it.” Eddie’s brow lifts in surprise at the mention of her age. He would’ve guessed twenty-seven, maybe even thirty, but only because she mentioned seven years at Nevermore. He glances over at Anthony now getting why he looks younger than he is, determining that werewolves must have slowed aging or something. Ms. Safierto shrugs, “Honestly, after seeing them go full-wolf in person, I’m a bit jealous. It’s really a sight to see.” She pauses as she remembers one of her old students. She sighs into a small smile, before shaking the memories from her consciousness. “Moving on. Let’s get into some demonstrations.”

The bell rings, shaking Eddie out of his focus and marking the end of Eddie’s school day. He quickly packs up his belongings off his desk and into his backpack. Arcane World History I was extremely interesting for him and also was the first class he had with more than three students. As all the students pack up and get into their own conversations as they leave, Eddie consumes himself in all he’s learned in one day.

At the start of his morning, tieflings, werewolves, and elves and magic have all been confirmed to be real. He witnessed with his own two eyes a woman transform into a werewolf right in front of him, even though it was ‘only 60%’ as that was how far Ms. Saf could push herself without losing her human speech.

As soon as Eddie leaves the classroom, he is immediately met with a hallway full of bustling students. He looks from left to right trying to remember the way he came in, halfway hoping to spot his roommate trying to flag him down somewhere. Soon enough, Eddie just decides to pick a direction and go for it. He turns left once there is a proper break in students for him to slip his way through.

He’s noticed since he is now in uniform and in a crowded area, no one really pays him any attention. No one is trying to hassle him, no name calling, no malicious stares. For once he’s just another student. Eddie’s hand clenched around the straps of his backpack. He can’t help but remain a bit tensed up with his chest puffed out, ready for something to come his way, but nothing does. He finally reaches a flight of stairs to take him down to the main floor of the East Building. He walks through the corridor until he reaches the shared indoor common area that connects the East and West Buildings.

Upon reaching The Common, he’s quickly overwhelmed with the amount of chatting students going in all directions, almost as if they were swarming with the way they effortlessly avoid other students, chairs, and tables. He makes quick work of the north exit, making his way outside. He’s hit in the face with a breeze of cool, fresh air, and it suddenly feels like he’s never breathed air in his life. He takes several deep breaths, regaining himself before deciding it’s probably best to walk along the perimeter of the campus in hopes of finding a familiar face. He’s bound to run into someone from the club eventually. He turns left again to make his way around the West Building.

Thankfully, there are much less students on the sidewalk outside of the West Building, most opting to walk through than around. Eddie walks leisurely but with his head on a swivel, constantly in search of an embroidered jacket. Just as he gets to the juncture between the West Building and the Cafeteria, he spots the gold embroidery on the back of a student heading towards the bridge that leads to the Conservatory. “Hey!” Eddie shouts, jogging up to meet them.

Sensing someone coming up behind them, the student turns a full 180 to get a look at the perpetrator. Eddie stops in his tracks, falling back a little to avoid bumping into the guy. Immediately upon facing each other, Eddie feels thrust into an awkward position. The slender guy looks Eddie directly in his eyes with something unreadable and standoffish. Eddie does a quick once over taking in the guy’s almost purple complexion.

His skin tone was muted, like a cool, desaturated taupe color with purple undertones. His eyes were misty, and Eddie could have sworn he saw purple trindles moving behind his irises like smoke. “Hi, uh…” Eddie swallows and looks away as the weight of the guy’s gaze was building a lot of pressure. “You’re a part of Slayers, right?” The student leans in a little as his eyes squint slightly, deepening his glare.

“Who are you?” The student’s voice takes Eddie even more off-guard for a second. With such an intense look, Eddie expected a voice more akin to a guttural growl, but on the contrary, with that line, this guy could be a pretty convincing voice actor for the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland.

“Eddie… uh, Junior’s roommate… I was at the meeting during lunch?... uh, Reider said I could come to today’s meet-up.” Eddie says, spacing out his words as if trying to jog the memory of this person. The guy glares even deeper.

“Sire permitted your presence?” Eddie finds himself at a loss for words, but it doesn’t matter. The guy stands up straight as a board. “Very well.” He completes before turning and continuing on his way almost robotically. Eddie’s brows furrow at the exchange, but he follows regardless.

The student walks fast and even as if he’s floating. His chin is held high and his back is straight as a board. He holds himself as if he's a knight of the highest court. His thick, dark gray, almost black hair is brushed back into a low ponytail, waves stopping just at the base of his neck. His elongated, pointy ears each have a golden earring dangling from his earlobes, and his hands are clasped in front of him as he walks.

They make their way down the bridge leading to the Conservatory, around and to the same overgrown path, all without a word. Every so often, Eddie has to break out in a jog to catch up with the guy, but eventually, they reach the club’s meeting point, the stone structure Eddie stumbled across earlier this afternoon. It is now lively and filled with students, changed from their school uniforms, now in various combinations of linens, leather, and metal armors. Shields, swords, and the like now sit perched up against the stone structures.

As soon as they break the tree line, Reider spots Eddie. “New Guy!” She shouts with a smile, jogging over to meet them. Eddie readjusts his backpack in an attempt to alleviate the tension building in his chest now that Reider’s around. “Thanks for showing him the way, Meru. Apparently, Junior didn’t think to meet up with him, or even tell him where to go.” She says, purposefully loud enough for Junior to hear. Eddie can see him shrink from across the small field.

“Of course, my liege.” The guy now known as Meru states before bowing slightly and walking away. Once again, Eddie gives Meru a weird look as he walks off.

“Don’t worry about it.” Reider says, getting Eddie’s attention back on her. “Some club members really take the whole ‘monarchy’ role to heart.” She smiles at him before turning slightly and motioning him to follow her. As they’re walking over to the stones, Reider continues to fill him in. “Since you’re coming in on the day we actually start our first quest, I’m just going to have you follow me, so you can get a feel of how things work. I doubt I will be able to get a great sense on where you’ll be placed, but if not, we’ll just have to talk about it more later.” Eddie simply nods, still ever-stunned that she’s even giving him the time of day. Somehow, the prospect of interacting so much with Reider was not something he let sink in. She smiles at him once more, patting his shoulder before she walks up to the front of the small crowd. She steps up to stand on that same stone Eddie examined earlier. His eyes couldn't help but navigate towards the area the drawing was in. Though he couldn’t see it from this angle, the thought of it brought a little smile to his face.

“Alright, everyone! Now that we’re all here, it’s time to get started!” She gets a few excited cheers in response, causing her to laugh a little. She claps her hands and rubs them together, shaking her head with a smile before dropping her hands and lifting her head with a now determined look on her face. “Citizens of Glynthira, Brothers and Sisters. It pains me to say that our homes, our livestock, our land has been unlawfully seized by the wretched Kullak. Those foul, hateful barbarians have left nothing but a trail of slaughter and carnage in their wake. Some of you…” She looks around at each member, “have lost more than material things.” Her bottom lip quivers as she frowns. “My mother is dead.” She pauses to ‘gather herself’, putting on a brave face. “But there is no time to mourn. My people need a leader. They need a Queen.” She clenches her jaw and lifts her chin defiantly. “And I will do everything in my power to strike those demons down!” They all yell in agreement. “It is what my mother would’ve done. It is what you all deserve! Someone who will fight for you when you’ve been wronged! And, I, for one, will not go down without a proper fight.” More cheers erupt from the group. Reider nods in approval, pausing as they cheer. “Tonight, we’re making the first move. Our lead scout, Meru, has detected a small Kullakian camp just Northwest of us with plenty of stolen resources and food they’ve gathered during their raids. Tonight, we take it… Dona and Meru will lead a small team to scout the area first and secure the perimeter. Once we have secured the area and confirmed their usual guard rounds, Josie and I will come up with the best route of attack. Once Meru and Josie’s teams have been set in place around the camp. Arman and I will lead the first attack, followed by the rest. “ Reider nods to affirm her brief overview. “I hold great pride in all of you. Tonight will mark the first of many victories… I am sure of it.” She nods curtly, marking the end of her speech and immediately causing an uproar amongst the crew.

Reider steps down from her stone and heads straight towards Eddie. Everyone parts for her, busying themselves with readying up. As the autumn sun begins to set and the moon rises, there’s a golden glow casted over Reider’s skin. Eddie is near awestruck with how awesome she looks. Just like the others, she has changed from her usual school uniform and into a simple, off-white, linen long sleeve with brown leather bracers that cover her arm from her elbow down to her knuckles. Her dark gray pants were fitted but possibly just two sizes too big. She had a few belts and miscellaneous fabrics wrapped and tied around her waist and hips, so he presumed that one of them had to be in charge of holding up her pants. “You might wanna readjust your fit.” She says with a teasing grin.

Eddie shakes his head to try and bring himself out of the trance she had him in. “Oh!” He begins to strip off his backpack and jacket.

“Do you have anything valuable in there?” She points to his backpack.

“Uh, no. Nope. no, not really.” He rambles out. She nods her head.

“It will most likely go untouched, but you can never be too safe.” Dona steps up beside them, handing Reider two swords, one wood and one metal. “Thank you.” She says, Dona giving her a nod before walking off again. “Usually, we require at least a few training sessions before we hand over any metal weapons.” She lifts the wooden sword in Eddie’s direction, hilt first. He’s a bit hesitant, but he takes it. “This will get you by for the first few quests. It’s mainly for the safety of everyone else.” She taps the tip of her blade with her fingers. “These things are dull. It’s near impossible to cut yourself but still could really hurt someone if there’s enough force behind it.” He nods in response. She begins walking towards the back of the stone structure, where the stone with the drawing sat. She walks around the stone to head where Meru stood at the edge of the clearing. “You won't really need to worry about anything. You’ll just be running behind Arman and I.” Just as she finishes her sentence, the boy he saw with her and Dona in the courtyard on his first day here pops up next to her.

“That’s a me!” The boy’s dark brown curls bounce on his head as he flops it to the side, throwing an arm around her shoulders. Arman gives Eddie and Reider a huge grin. She returns the smile, but Eddie just eyeballs his exposed, tan arm around her shoulders. He’s wearing what looks like light gray linen wrapped around his body and draped over his left shoulder to create somewhat of a shirt, the tails of the fabric tucked into his loose pants. Eddie eyes the boy’s half exposed chest and naked arm, eyeing every place he makes contact with Reider. “Arman The Great. General of Strikers. The Curl God.” He dramatically leans his head back and shakes it from side to side, causing his luscious curls to bounce around. He lifts a hand and waves it next to him as if throwing hair over his shoulder when in reality his curls just barely touch the tips of his ears. Reider laughs and shakes her head at his antics.

Once they are a few steps away from Meru, with a wave of his hands, a purple smoke swirls and grows into a swirling circle about 7 feet tall and 5 feet wide. Eddie’s eyes wide as they all continue to walk straight through. Eddie pauses before entering. He could see where they were walking to, the other side looking identical to the real world, but everything had a purple hue and it was darker, further into the night than the world they were coming from. Reider turns to look back at Eddie, Arman’s arm dropping off her shoulders as he continues walking further into the other forest, more students filing in behind him. Reider waves for Eddie to come closer with a smile, but he finds himself frozen. Reider walks back towards Eddie, reaching a hand out to him while her body remains on the other side. He stares down at her hand with a torn expression before looking back up to find her eyes. The last few club members walk around him and Reider, passing by with no issue or second glance.

Meru waves his hands over himself, smoke appearing over him as his uniform turns into black and purple robes with gold accents. He bows his head slightly before walking through to the other side. He stands a few paces away from Reider and Eddie to offer them a bit of privacy but remains close enough to keep the door open.

“It’s alright.” She says softly with a gentle smile, nodding her head to affirm Eddie. His heart rate starts to increase, and his breathing picks up as he looks back down to her hand, the grayish purple smoke swirling around in his periphery. She reaches out further, placing her hand on his upper arm to try and regain his attention on her. His eyes meet hers again. “It’s okay… Come on.” She works her hand down to his, grabbing it in hers and pulling him towards her. Just one step forward and he’s successfully passed the threshold, glancing over his shoulder as the smoke swirls closed behind him.

Meru walks off to meet with the rest of the group. “Portals?” Eddie sighs out. Reider nods her head.

“That's one of Meru’s specialties.” She begins to slowly walk with him towards the rest of the club who’ve all separately gathered in their respective groups and started conversing. Eddie’s brows raise slightly.

“Specialties.”

“Yeah, powers? He’s had his gifts since birth and comes from a magical family. It’s very rare, but portals, illusions, and whatnot are his specialty. It really makes all the difference with Slayers.” She smiles and nods. “We both got to Nevermore around the same time, and one day I told him how cool it would be to make our adventures even more immersive with costumes and maybe some combat dummies… He said he had something even better, and here we are.” She concludes by gesturing around to the general area. “He made this all reality, literally.”

“He made this?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah, well, with my help obviously.” She says with a sly smile. “I’m more of the creative visionary. He… does all the rest.” She giggles and shrugs. Eddie gives Reider a ghost of a smile in return, her giggle bringing it about but his mind unable to allow for a full grin to form. He tosses around the weight of the sword in his hand to try and distract himself from his own nerves. “I’ll explain it more later, if you’re interested. It’s pretty cool.” She grins. “For now, let's run these Kullakians down.” Reider scrunches her nose in the cutest little snarl Eddie’s ever seen.

By the time they get over to the group, a few members are missing, Meru, Junior, and Dona being among the ones gone. A girl with brown hair tied up with a white ribbon turns to meet Reider as they walk up, her blue eyes a striking contrast to her almond toned skin. “Dona and Meru have begun leading our first group. Shall we get going?”

“Yeah, let's get going. We don’t want to be too far behind.” Reider gives the girl a small smile and head nod. “Aye, boys!” She shouts over Eddie's shoulder. 

Eddie turns to look behind him towards said ‘boys’. Just a few feet over were two boys, probably Juniors or Seniors. One had rich brown skin with dark brown locs reaching the tops of his cheekbones while the other had a light tan complexion with loose, brown waves down his shoulders. They both had black linens with the short sleeves rolled up their shoulders and brown trousers. They both dropped their playful stances immediately like they were caught doing something bad by their mother. “Arman, Enid. Let's move.” She concludes before she begins to walk further into the thick of trees, motioning for Eddie to move behind her.

As Eddie follows the brunette girl directly behind Reider, Arman jogs up to meet Eddie. “Hey,” He bumps his shoulder by leaning into him. Eddie turns to see Arman grinning at him. “Armando, officially.” He reaches towards Eddie to offer a hand to shake. “Arman for short.” Eddie lifts a hand to shake his.

“Eddie.” They shake hands.

“Nice meeting you.” He nods, Eddie giving him an up and down once over. Arman lifts his left hand to pat Eddie's shoulder. “Don't be nervous. We get pretty into it, but it's all dramatized for fun. You'll be just fine.” Arman nods his head towards Reider, driving Eddie to look back ahead of him in her direction. “We haven't had any new recruiters in a while, but she's always gone easy on them.” He chuckles. “When we get out there, make sure to stay close to one of us. If you lose us for whatever reason, head towards the outskirts of the camp. Katrina, Junior, Riand and Crow will be keeping an eye out and maintaining the border. Josie and Meru will be at the top and bottom of the camp. Dona, Enid, Otis, and Fargo will infiltrate the camp with us. Try your best to stick with us, if you can, though. Ideally, we'd wanna get a feel on your instincts, but then again, no pressure, bro.” He pats Eddie's shoulder once more before slowing down to keep his three trailing squires in line.

Eddie’s eyes wander around, taking in the setting around him. The forest is dark, moonlight peeking through the leafy canopy to light their way. The world has a slight purple foggy overcast. The air feels normal, and the ground beneath him crunches under his shoes no different than their dimension. There’s no sentient vines, no lightning in the sky, nothing to draw similarities between the Upside Down and their universe.

A little distracted, he nearly runs into the brunette girl in front of him, but he catches himself just a few centimeters before. He takes a step back and looks toward Reider to see her hand held up in a motion to stop walking. She then crouches and looks back at the group, moving her hand down in a patting motion, signaling for them to get low. Everyone follows suit, mimicking her crouch as they walk a few steps forward.

Eddie can see a warm flickering light in the distance. It looks to be a campfire. Once they get close enough, they all squat behind some bushes just outside the camp’s perimeter. Reider, Eddie, and the brunette girl all squat behind one bush, Arman, Enid, and his two other squires just a few feet behind. Coming out of nowhere, Meru silently hops down presumably from the tree next to them, causing Eddie to jump in surprise. He curses to himself as they pay him no mind, beginning their conversation. “How are things looking, Meru?”

“Good evening, sire. Everything is according to plan. There have been zero changes in their nightly routines.” He bows his head as he concludes. Reider nods, turning to the brunette girl.

“Josie, ideas on how we should proceed?” Reider questions. The brunette girl, Josie, nods. She peers over the bush to look at the camp, pointing as she speaks. Eddie and Reider both look over as well to follow along.

“We should begin our attack by sneaking in through the right. Those wretched imbeciles have their guard way down on that side.” She points. Much to Eddie’s surprise, he catches a glimpse of these ‘Kullakians’.

There are goblin-like beings chattering and cackling on the rightmost part of the camp, 4 of them. They all were pretty short, the tallest no higher than Eddie’s shoulder. They all have a yellow-green hue to their skin, some a bit more gray than others. They have oversized, pointy ears reaching passed the back of their big heads, and black hair, some covered with hoods. If they were anything like the goblins he knew, they’d be relatively easy to take down, but then again, if they were anything like the goblins he knew, he alone probably didn’t stand too much of a chance. They aren’t the strongest individually, but that’s why they run in packs. Strength in numbers.

Eddie looks around him at the surrounding club members, finding all traces of goofy teen energy gone. They all had determined looks on their faces, even Enid put on a serious face. This group could definitely take on a horde of goblins, probably even a horde of orcs. Just looking at the crew around him made him a bit more confident in their fight, but he started to feel a bit nervous. He did not want to look like a fool out there against a goblin of all things.

“I will take post at the east point.” She points to the entrance closest to them. “Meru can take over Dona’s post in the west.” She points to the furthest point opposite of their current position. “Once Meru takes over for Dona, you and Arman should meet her in the middle to proceed to the south point while Enid, Otis, and Fargo continue in the northern point. Any stragglers should be covered by those of us on the outposts.” Meru and Reider nod.

“Their leader should be in the southernmost tent.” Meru adds, pointing towards the largest tent on the south edge of the camp. “He keeps two underlings with him.” Reider nods.

“As long as we are swift with the foot soldiers, the captain and his guards shall be no problem between Arman and I. I’ll have Dona watch our backs with Eddie.” Eddie’s eyes widen, but it goes unnoticed or ignored by Reider. Before Eddie can say anything back, Arman pats his shoulder again with a boasting grin.

“We got this in the bag.” He smirks, confident. Reider nods.

“Let's get this plan in motion.” She smiles at Josie as her and Meru nod in response. Meru immediately jumps back up into the trees, silently jumping from branch to branch until he’s over at his post. Josie closes a bit more distance between her and the camp, remaining covered. Reider looks back at the three Strikers. “You guys got everything?” They all nod.

“Hell yeah.” The wavy haired boy nods.

“Let’s get this party started.” The dreaded boy adds. Enid smiles brightly, silently squealing in excitement.

They all stand from their squats, sneaking over to their next positions. Eddie hears a quiet shinkt, looking behind him to find Enid has released her multicolored claws. He looks around at the other two boys to find them grinning, anxiously tossing around their swords in their grip, ready to fight. Eddie looks over at Reider who stands next to him. She is just as determined as the rest. Out of the corner of his eyes, Eddie spots two other club members a few yards back, in their stations behind some trees.

Once the six of them are in position, Arman makes his way to the other side of Eddie, while Reider remains on Eddie’s left. The two boys stand in front while Enid stands in the back, behind all five of them, claws ready to strike. “Whenever you see your opening, boys.” Arman tells the two in front. Reider turns to Eddie with an excited grin. 

“Here we go.” He can only give her a nervous one in return.

In the blink of an eye, the two boys hurriedly sneak up on their respective targets, slicing them from the back before lunging at the other two in sync. As soon as their swords make fatal contact, the goblin creatures disappear into a heavy purple smoke, falling to the ground in their place.

Reider and Arman start to move, Eddie moving right along with them. The two boys continue to slice through opponents as they come across them. A few steps into the camp, there is a screech heard from behind them. Eddie turns to see a goblin has come out of one of the tents they passed, now screeching and pointing towards them, causing alarm to ring through the camp. Enid is quick to lunge at the goblin, striking it down with her claws. Reider and Arman continue without so much as a flinch, Eddie regains his steps to ensure he’s kept between them. 

The two boys and Enid take on those on their side of camp while Reider, Arman, and Eddie push forward. Soon enough, they reach the midpoint, meeting with Dona who has already made good work in clearing a path for them. Reider and Arman quicken their pace, taking a few steps ahead of Eddie to begin slicing down goblins on their end, Dona working behind Eddie to keep ones off their backs. As Arman and Reider effortlessly strike their hits, Eddie is left in the middle, frozen and unsure of what to do. A screech reaches Eddie’s ears as he turns to find a goblin running straight towards him out of their tent. The goblin has a club raised and ready to strike him down. Unsure of himself, Eddie just goes on autopilot, swinging his wooden sword once the goblin is within reach. Once the sword makes contact with the side of the goblin’s neck, Eddie feels the slightest bit of resistance but follows through with all his might. In the blink of an eye the goblin is soon replaced with a purple smoke, falling to the ground and dissipating. Reider and Arman are quick to Eddie’s side to keep any other goblins from trying something. Arman quickly takes over as Reider turns to Eddie amidst a break in oncoming goblins. “Nice hit.” She gives him a proud grin before going back to the task at hand.

Eddie’s anxious breath is heavy in his chest, but he feels a bit of pride build up at that one comment. He just killed a goblin with one blow. “Watch our backs!” Reider shouts over to Dona. Eddie sighs out a shaky breath, trying to get it together before he stumbles up to meet Reider and Arman as they march towards the biggest tent.

A large orc parts the curtains of his tent, walking out to meet Arman, Redier, and Eddie, leaving several feet between them. He’s about half a head taller than Eddie and probably three times his body mass. His skin is a muted green, a sickly gray. He has small pointy ears and beady eyes on his large head. He held a large, stone ax in one hand, a smaller one hooked in his leather belt. Fur pelts hung over his leather pants, a dinged up pauldron on his shoulder being the only thing on his upper half. Two goblins walk out behind him, both a lot smaller than the orc, but larger than the other goblins they’ve encountered so far. These two were just an inch or so shorter than Eddie and roughly his same stature.

Arman lets out a low whistle. “Now, that is a face I’m not even sure a mother could love.” He winces at the sight of the creature.

“What is this?” The orc gruffs out. He holds his hands out towards all the fighting behind them. He lets out a deep chuckle. “You think you can just come in here and take my camp?” He boasts with a disgusting smirk on his face.

“Of course we can. We already took it.” Arman boasts right back with a matter-of-fact tone and confident grin.

The orc looks around with a snarl at the fighting and all the destroyed tents, some set ablaze by the candles undoubtedly once held within them. “Worthless scum.” He growls. He roars, raising his ax, his two minions running towards Reider and Arman. The two overgrown goblins put up a good fight. The echoes of metal weapons clashing sound throughout the forest. Not knowing how to jump in, Eddie refrains from inserting himself and instead holds his ground in the middle of Arman, Reider and Dona. The orc’s gaze lands on Eddie. The hulking creature lowers the ax to point it straight at him. Eddie’s eyes widen in panic as the orc tries charging for him, intimidatingly swinging his ax around like a maniac.

“Shit. shit. Shit.” Eddie says, panicked, but still keeps his ground, steadying his forward facing stance with a tight grip on his wooden sword. Eddie closes his eyes and lifts his sword to block the incoming ax swing, but just before it makes contact, another sword comes in the way.

“I don’t think so.” Eddie opens his eyes to see Reider standing in front of him with her sword struggling against the orc’s ax. Arman comes up from behind and slices the orc on the back. The creature yells in pain, turning to try and swing an arm at his attacker only for Arman to already be moved out of reach. While the creature’s attention is away, Reider stretches an arm out to move Eddie along with her, also just out of the orc’s immediate reach. Once they stop, Reider drops into a stance, never shifting her gaze from the orc. Eddie also drops into a stance, trying to mimic the one Reider is in.

“You little rat!” The orc yells at Arman who is laughing at the orc’s anger, only enraging him further. The orc looks around to find his minions gone. He growls, frustrated. “I will just kill you myself!”

“I’d like to see you try.” Arman retorts in a sing-songy tone, skipping around the orc, remaining just out of arms-length. Reider chuckles and shakes her head. The orc roars, rushing Arman at a surprising speed but then again not fast enough to catch him. Right before their eyes, Arman disappears, leaving a golden, swirling cloud in his place, only to appear behind the orc in another puff of smoke. “Over here!” Arman calls out just before slicing another non-fatal wound on the orc’s back. The orc turns to reach behind him, swinging where Arman once was, only for him to poof somewhere else. “Too slow!” Arman sings out again.

Dona meets up with Eddie and Reider, taking over Reider’s spot before Eddie watches her rush into battle, sliding on her knees to slice at the orcs legs. She rolls out of the way before he is able to catch her with his ax. Arman laughs in the orc’s face. “Come on! Are you even trying?” The orc roars out again, swinging his ax around madly as Reider and Arman take turns slicing and confusing the hulking monster. He huffs and puffs, obviously getting tired and dizzy.

“You puny humans!”

“EEEHH! Wrong!” Arman blurts out as he slides by, slicing at the orc’s thigh and poofing away. The orc turns around, trying and failing again at catching the teen.

“We’re not human.” Reider says calmly, the orc turning towards her just as she plummets her sword into his chest. Arman appears on the orc’s back.

“Nice try, though.” Arman teases the orc as he drives his sword down into the creature’s back. As it falls forward, dissipating into purple dust, Arman jumps over Reider, rolling as he hits the ground and effortlessly stands, lifting his hands above his head like a gymnast. “Thank you, thank you.” He turns and bows in all directions for an invisible audience. Reider shakes her head at him but can’t help but smile. She sheaths her sword through a loop in one of her belts and lets out that same melodic whistle Eddie heard her do earlier at lunch. From all sides, Eddie could hear cheers of kids and teens alike, all members understanding that the whistle meant they’ve successfully completed their mission.

Eddie turns to the blonde girl next to him. She paid him no mind, just grinning and nodding her head at the sight in front of her. Now that they are nearly shoulder to shoulder, Eddie realizes just how much Dona and Enid look alike. Her hair had a more golden tone to it than Enid’s pale blonde. She has a more mature look, but they share the same eyes and nose. They are very obvious sisters.

Soon enough all the remaining club members come to meet, circling around Reider with happy faces. “We did it!” She starts. They all cheer along with her. “As predicted, this shall mark our first victory of many more to come! The Kullak vastly underestimate us, and that will be their reckoning. They do not know of the power we hold. They may have taken our land, but we are Glyntheria!” The members shout out in proud defiance, waving swords and fists high. “No matter how hard they try, not one person on this plane, Kullak or not, can take that from us!” A chorus of ‘yeah’s and hollers ring out. “Tonight! We will celebrate with a feast!” Another chorus of delighted cheers yell at the sound of food, this one even more prolonged than the previous shouts. Reider can’t stop the laugh that leaves her lips. She tries regaining herself before continuing. “So, let’s head back to base and collect ourselves, so we can head out!” She smiles at each member, getting ‘whoop’s and ‘yay’s in response as Meru begins to lead them back the direction they came.

As everyone walks ahead, Reider sticks in the back with Eddie. “So…” she drags out. “What’d’ya think?” She asks, tilting her head with a small smile. Eddie blinks a few times, nodding.

“I…” he huffs a short laugh, “That was awesome!” Reider laughs. “You were all,” He poorly mimics her sword swings while making a ‘woosh’ sound with his mouth, “And Arman was all,” He jumps to one side making a ‘poof’ sound, swinging his sword with a ‘shing’ noise before repeating his actions by jumping to and from all different sides and all around Reider, causing her to giggle. “Then that final move?!” He jabs his wooden sword upwards. “We aren’t humans.” He turns to stand in front of Reider as they make their way to the edge of the clearing they arrived in, Meru on the other end, reopening his portal as members walk through.

Eddie shoves his sword through his own armpit, theatrically reenacting the death scene before falling to the ground onto the purple tinted grass and dirt beneath him. Reider doubles over giggling. Eddie rolls to lay on his back, staring up at Reider with a huge grin, happy to make her laugh. “Holy shit, you guys rock.”

She looks down at him, her laugh still working its way through her words, “I could say the same for you!” Eddie perches himself on his elbows as Reider unsheaths her sword, takes a couple steps forward and swings it with a sharp strike to the side. She then turns to face Eddie, placing the flat of her dull, silver blade against her neck and making a ‘bleh’ sound before crumbling on her side to the ground. She giggles on the ground, rolling to her back. Eddie chuckles in return. They both sit there softly laughing for a few short seconds before Reider turns her head to face Eddie. “So, what’d’ya say, Eds?” Eddie’s heart flutters at the nickname. “You down to join us for good?” She gives him a soft grin. His smile widens.

“Of course! What do you take me for?” He confirms, getting another giggle from her. She moves to get up. Eddie quickly stands and walks over to her, offering her a helping hand. Reider smiles up at him, grabbing his forearm. He grabs onto hers and lifts her up with a surprising strength. Reider is a bit taken off guard how easily he almost just threw her in the air but laughs it off. She lets go of his arm and grabs his left hand in her right.

“Let’s go.” She then begins running towards Meru’s portal. He could be seen on the other end of the portal, standing off to the side, holding it open. Reider and Eddie jump through it just as Meru closes it behind them. “Everyone, I’d like to officially welcome our newest Slayer, Eddie!” She lifts their joint hands in the air as everyone cheers and claps. Enid could be seen jumping up and down next to Junior as they both cheered along. Eddie glances over at Reider with a bashful smile, thinking to himself, ‘Maybe getting shipped off wasn’t so bad.’

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