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drabbletrashcan · 5 years ago

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Hook Ups (unfinished)

Mia blew a cloud of smoke upwards, taking another sip of her wine. Alex was out, spending the night over at his family, leaving her alone with Daniel. Outside it was dark, and the pair opted to leave the lights off, lighting a handful of candles and spreading them over the kitchen table. A small lamp from the living room illuminated half of Daniel’s face, shadows dancing across his sculpted cheekbones.

Both of them were a bit buzzed. They chatted the night away, talking about anything and everything. Now, they just sat in comfortable silence, broke every now and then by Jojo’s chirps. Mia couldn’t resist trailing her eyes over Daniel’s well-built figure. He was sprawled on a kitchen chair, looking absolutely delicious. Maybe it was the wine, Mia thought to herself, that made her ten times more aware of this man. It amazed her how hot she thought his messy black hair was. She imagined how it would feel if she grabbed a handful and pulled at it. His chocolate brown eyes stared into space, his plush lips wrapped around the butt of his cigarette. She wanted to bite them.

Her eyes fell to his exposed, toned chest. Ever since he more or less moved in with them, Mia had the wonderful chance to see that beautiful chest every day. Whenever Alex made a snarky remark, suggesting for him to put a shirt on, Daniel simply shrugged and answered that this was how he felt comfortable, he wasn’t about to change his ways just because he was living with someone. Mia wasn’t complaining, though. It would have been a shame to have him cover up such nice muscles. Her gaze fell even further down to his sweatpants clad thighs. Those deliciously thick thighs. She wondered if he would like her nails digging into his flesh.

She shifted in her seat, arousal shooting to her core, and shook those thoughts from her head. God, she needed to get laid. How long had it been since last time? Ever since shit went down, her hand was the only relief she had. Mia licked her lips, looking at Daniel once again, just to find him staring at her. She arched an eyebrow before breaking into a smile.

“What?” she asked.

“Mm, nothing. I was just…thinking about the first time we met.”

Mia snorted at that, taking another drag from her cigarette and putting it out, finishing her drink in one swig. “I don’t think we ever apologized for ganging up on you, actually.”

“Well, I think the ass beating was sufficient,” Mia laughed at this, remembering just how dumbstruck both her and Alex were, for the first time in their careers. “Although, that’s not what I’m sorry about.”

“Oh?” she leaned forward in her seat, cocking her head to the side. Daniel shrugged with a smirk and looked down, biting at his lip, offering no further answer. Mia clicked her tongue when she saw he had no intention of continuing and chucked her lighter at him. He rubbed at his arm in faux pain, making Mia giggle. He chuckled with her. “Come on, just tell me! What are you sorry about?”

Daniel looked her up and down before standing up and slowly stalking towards her. Mia felt her heart rate pick up as she leaned back in her seat, staring up at him in confusion. He suddenly bent down towards her, propping his hands on either side of her head and leaned in close. She could feel his breathe on her face. He stared into her forest green eyes with such intensity she looked down to his lips. His tongue flicked out quickly.

“I felt sorry that the two of us never got back to my place,” he whispered, his voice low and gruff. Mia slowly looked back up at him, leaning ever so slightly closer to him.

“Yeah? And why is that?”

“I never got to do all the things I wanted to you.”

“Then why don’t you pick up where we left off?” Mia challenged him, a smirk growing on her face.

Daniel hummed and brought his hand to her face, his thumb tracing over her bottom lip before gripping her chin and pulling her towards him. Mia’s eyes fluttered close, feeling Daniel’s plush lips mold with hers. His tongue darted out and licked at her bottom lip. She parted her lips, feeling his tongue slowly move around. Her hands shot up to his hair, tangling her fingers in his locks and pulling slightly. Daniel let out a groan against her lips, tilting his head further to deepen the kiss. She moaned back, tugging at his hair harder.

Daniel pulled himself back, panting slightly. Before he could say anything else, Mia grabbed his hand and all but dragged him back to her room. Shutting the door, she gripped at his muscular shoulders and slammed him against it, pulling him into another deep kiss. His hands snaked around her hips, slowly dropping down and gripping her ass tightly. Mia moaned into his mouth once more. Daniel smirked and made her walk backwards, leading her towards the bed. Pushing her gently, Mia fell on the bed, bouncing slightly. Daniel came to hover over her, caging her once again in between his arms. Leaning down, he started nipping and kissing at her jawline, trailing small kisses down her neck and to her collarbone before pausing and burying his head in the crook of her neck with a groan.

“What?”

“Please tell me you have a condom,” Daniel whispered. Mia hesitated before sighing and shaking her head no. “Shit.”

After a few seconds of silence, Mia spoke up. “I’m on birth control. And I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too.”

“…as long as you pull out…”

Daniel raised himself up to look at Mia incredulously. “Really?”

Mia shrugged back. “Yeah. I trust you.”

And just like that, Daniel dove back in, leaving a trail of hickeys down her neck. As impatient as ever, however, Mia pushed at his chest and flipped him over, straddling him. She gave him a short kiss before leaning up and taking her shirt off, chucking it to the side. Daniel’s hands immediately went to her exposed breasts, his thumbs circling her hardened nipples. She let out a breathy moan and leaned back down, latching her mouth onto his neck. He continued to play with her breasts, pinching and twisting at her nipples. She kissed him again and bit at his bottom lip before sitting up and planting her hands on his chest, pinning him to the bed.

“This is going to be a one-time thing, just to be clear.”

“I love it when you’re so violent,” Daniel said with a shit-eating grin.

Mia rolled her eyes before an idea popped into her head. She swatted his hands away. “No touching.” She said curtly before leaning back down to his chest, licking a trail down his body. She scooted downwards until she was eye level with his crotch. Her fingers gripped at the waistband of his pants, pulling them downwards.

Daniel hissed as his cock sprung free. Mia’s eyes widened slightly. Never in her life did she think she would find a dick beautiful. But honestly, that was the only way she could describe it. It was ridiculously long and thick, the tip an angry red, already leaking precum. Maybe she had small hands, or maybe he was just absurdly big, but she couldn’t properly wrap her hands around him. Daniel let out a low moan, his head tipping back. His upper body was supported by his hands, his muscles clenched.

Mia felt herself gush. She loved it when her lovers were vocal. And his moan was intoxicating. She wanted to hear more. Slowly caressing his cock, she stuck her tongue out and licked a fat stripe from his balls all the way to the tip. Daniel seemed to like that, letting out another moan, this time louder. Stroking him gently, she brought her hand up and rubbed her thumb along his slit, gathering the pearlescent beads of cum and spreading it along his member.

“Mmm, fuck, oh yeah,” Daniel grunted, cocking his head to the side and looking down at her with lust filled eyes. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, simply staring at her. She looked up and felt herself gush again. Seeing him like this, he looked like the personification of lust and sex itself. She suddenly had a strong urge to submit herself to him. Wrapping her lips delicately around him, she started sucking the tip like candy, careful not to use her teeth. Her hands were stroking his base, gripping him firmly.

“Yeah, baby, just like that,” Daniel moaned out, one of his hands coming to tangle in her hair. And even though she warned him beforehand not to touch her, she continued on. All her plans of dominating him tonight went out the window. She wanted to be the one dominated tonight.

Gently, she started bobbing her head up and down, taking him down her throat inch by inch. She sped up, letting out moans of pleasure. Her panties were definitely soiled by now. Her pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for some friction, anything. Looking up at him through her lashes, she took all of him in, fighting back her gag reflex. Keeping him there, she swallowed around him, one of her hands starting to play with his balls.

Daniel let out a string of curses, his low moans starting to turn to desperate gasps and whines. His grip on her hair tightened, her scalp starting to sting, but still she powered through. She wanted him to ruin her tonight.

“God, fuck, yes, just like that. Yeah, baby, god, you’re such a good girl for me.”

Mia preened at his praise. Determined to make him cum, she started sucking again in fast motions, her nails digging into his golden thighs.

“Mmm…fuck, yeah…keep going! I-I’m about to—shit!”

Mia pulled herself off of him, a string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his tip. Daniel looked down at her, a mixture of confusion and frustration in his eyes.

“Why did you…?” he panted, breathless.

“Please, use my throat, sir. Fuck my throat,” she moaned out, desperation in her voice. Daniel’s gaze darkened, a low growl ripping from his chest.

He pushed her mouth back onto his cock, his hands trapping her head in a tight grip. His hips snapped up, burying himself in her velvety throat. She gagged, drool leaking down her chin, tears blurring her vision. He let out animalistic growls and grunts, serving to turn her on even more.

“Is that what my baby girl wants, huh? Oh, fuck, you’re just a little slut, aren’t you? My pretty little whore. Shit you look so good with your mouth full of cock, huh? Fuck, yes, you were made for this. Shit, I’m cumming!”

Fuck. She couldn’t help the moan she let out, the vibrations providing even more stimulation for him. Her arousal drenched through her panties, making her cotton shorts stick uncomfortably to her core. With a loud moan, Daniel came, slamming his dick all the way down her throat and keeping it there. Hot ropes of white shot out. He pounded into her several more times, riding his high, then finally stopped. He looked down at Mia, keeping his cock in her mouth.

“Swallow,” he commanded, giving off a dominating aura. Mia looked up at him and swallowed his cum. Swearing under his breathe, Daniel finally pulled out, releasing her head. She leaned her head back and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out, showing she swallowed everything.

“Fuck, good girl. Come here,” he commanded. Wasting no time, Mia crawled up the bed, hovering over him. He grabbed her by the nape of neck, pulling her towards him and capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Her nails scratched over his sculpted chest. Abruptly breaking the kiss, he grabbed her by her hair and pulled, exposing her neck to him. She gasped. His lips ghosted over her skin. She shivered, her entire body filled with goosebumps, her nipples hard. With a chilling laugh, Daniel brought his free hand up and groped her breast, pinching and squeezing her nipple painfully. She squealed.

“Hmm, what should I do to you first, my little slut?” Daniel said in a condescending tone.

“Please, sir, fuck me. I can’t stand it anymore, I need it.”

A loud spank echoed throughout the room. He slapped her ass, now kneading the tender flesh. Mia let out a whimper.

“You don’t deserve my cock yet, whore. You need to learn your place, little girl.”

Pushing her on her back, he scooted to sit on the edge of the bed. Pulling her face down on his lap, he roughly pushed her shorts and panties down, revealing her plump ass cheeks.

“Fuck, such a pretty little ass. Can’t wait to bruise it.”

Mia let out another moan when she felt her hand caress her cheek.

“I want you to count, understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

In a flash, Daniel brought his hand down, leaving a red mark on her ass.

“One, sir!” she squealed.

“Good girl,” he spanks her harshly once again.

“Two, sir!”

Sharp pangs of delicious pain wrack her body, the smacks going directly to her core. Daniel kept landing powerful smacks on her cheeks. This was certainly going to bruise tomorrow. By the time he got to ten, Mia’s ass was painted a pretty bright red, and tears started to well in her eyes.

“E-eleven, s-sir! I can’t…I can’t take anymore…”

“You’ll fucking take what I fucking give you,” Daniel sneered, landing four consecutive slaps.

“A-ah, fuck! Fifteen, s-sir!” Mia sobbed out. Daniel rubbed his palm over her red ass, soothing her pain.

“Such a good, good little girl,” he cooed, gathering her in his arms and laying her on the bed on her back. Leaning over her, he kissed her tears away. She grabbed at his shoulders for support, wrapping her legs around him. He moved down her body, trailing kisses down her throat, her collarbones, stopping shortly at her breasts to circle her sensitive nipples with his tongue, lightly biting, making her whine out. He continued descending, kissing her toned abdomen. Finally he slotted his head between his thighs, breath landing on her sensitive wet pussy. Hooking her legs over his shoulder, he started kissing and biting on her inner thigh, teasing her. Mia’s cried out, her back arching off the bed. Daniel groaned, his gaze fixed on her core. She was practically dripping, her thighs glistening with wetness.

“Mm, fuck,” Daniel trailed off, moving closer to her. “So wet, all for me, huh? Just for me. You’re such a fucking slut.”

Daniel suddenly licked a fat stripe from her hole all the way to her clit. Mia let out a whiny sigh, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her hands found purchase in his silky locks. Licking her clean, Daniel flicked her clit before wrapping his lips and sucking harshly, making her moan and curse. Her hips undulated, bucking up. He draped a hand over her hips, keeping her in place as he ate her out, his other hand coming up to tease her folds. She grabbed at his arm, gripping him tightly. He inserted a finger, slowly thrusting into her. She felt him smirk against her cunt as she writhed and moaned. He inserted another finger, slowly stretching her open.

“Shit, you’re tight. Need to get this pretty little cunt ready for my big dick.”

Mia let out a loud moan, her pussy gushing even more. Her thighs started trembling. Daniel let out a dark laugh and started eating her out with even more fervor, abusing her poor clit.

“Fuck, sir! Oh, fuck, right fucking there!”

Daniel moaned against her and shook his head from side to side, adding just a bit more stimulation. Mia threw her head back as she came. Wasting no time at all, Daniel crawled back up and wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing. He aligned his dick with her entrance and quickly pushed all the way in, burying himself to the hilt. Mia all but screamed, her eyes rolling back.

“Look at this fucking slut, huh? My own personal fuck toy that I can do whatever I want to. You gonna be a good cocksleeve and take whatever I give you, huh? Of course you are, you’re desperate for my cock in that tight cunt of yours.”

Daniel growled out as he started pounding into her, his balls slapping her ass.

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drabbletrashcan · 5 years ago

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Kathryn groaned, shedding her dirty clothing. She smelled of sweat and blood, her body covered in bruises and scratches, some fresh, some had been there for a while now. Letting her messy bun loose, she stepped towards the piping hot spring. The moment she had spotted it, she decided to set up camp, and ‘no’ was not an option. Essim, the crafty bastard, had made her training ten times more challenging as a punishment, and Kathryn could have sworn some of his spells were thrown with more force than necessary. Cedric, surprisingly, had said nothing.

As soon as she thought of him, Kathryn had to resist the urge to pull her hair out. It had been more than a month since she had confessed to him, and it had been more than a month since he humiliatingly refused her. Thinking back to how she was before all this mess started, she would have most definitely refused to get out of bed, eat, sleep, basically just do nothing and cry and threaten to kill herself.

But she had matured well. Sure the first few days were awkward, and she would try to avoid him like the plaque, but afterwards she toughened up and acted like nothing happened. All good and well, no? Wrong! Cedric had been acting like a teenage girl, going out of his way to avoid her. He wouldn’t even sit next to the fire when camp was set, just sulk in the trees and not say a word. One time, Essim practically threatened him into training her, and even then, he kept his instructions short and avoided any eye contact or physical contact.

Gods, this whole thing was practically driving her crazy.

Shaking her head, she gazed into the spring, able to make out her reflection. God, it’s been so long since she’d saw her reflection properly. She turned to her side, admiring her quite toned body. Her arms and shoulders were well defined, as well as her abs. Her thighs looked powerful enough to suffocate someone. And, lastly, her ass. It was round and firm, not too big, just the right shape. Her training did wonders for her curves.

With a satisfied smile, Kathryn jumped into the spring, greatly appreciating the hot water soaking away all the dirt and sweat covering her body. She sunk until only half her face was above the water. This was the definition of absolute bliss. Spotting a small boulder a little to her right bathed in sunlight, she decided it was time for a proper tan. Slowly making her way, she quickly hoisted herself onto the smooth surface, basking in the scorching summer sun. She leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows, laid out in her full naked glory. After these past few months, Kathryn had concluded that sometimes you just gotta let your shit breathe.

Strange rustling and the sound of crunching leaves interrupted her peace. Kathryn’s eyes shot open and stood up, staring in the direction the sound came from, her body tense. Who dared disturb her well-deserved relaxation? From between the trees and undergrowth emerged none other than Cedric, the prissy little bitch himself. The moment he laid eyes on Kathryn he froze completely.

“I—uh, fuck, I didn’t know…uh…”

Cedric was literally at a loss of words. Needless to say, Kathryn felt the tiniest bit of pride seeing what effect her body had on him. For some unknown reason, she made no move to cover herself. She simply put her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow.

“Can’t understand a single word you’re saying, Cedric.”

That seemed to snap the boy out of his trance as he quickly whipped his head upwards, examining the sky instead. His face was completely red, and it seemed he didn’t know what to do with his hands.

“Um…I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were here,” he said slowly, trying to control his breathing. “…bye.”

He quickly turned and started back the way he came. But apparently, Kathryn was not having it. She was done with this whole avoiding each other and not doing anything to fix it thing. She quickly jumped down from the boulder, fast-walking after Cedric, who was trying to retreat as quickly as possible.

“Oi! Get back here!” she shouted after him, grabbing his arm and whirling him around to face her, slamming him against a tree trunk. Cedric’s face conveyed surprise mixed with confusion and slight terror at her sudden outburst. His gaze shot back up to the sky as Kathryn raised an eyebrow.

“Uh…l-listen…” he started.

“No, you listen, you fucker!” Kathryn retorted, crossing her arms under her breasts. “You’ve been acting weird as fuck and I’m not taking it anymore! You can’t keep pretending I don’t exist, Cedric, we spend every second together.”

“Kathryn, I…uh…look, can you please put something on?”

“Oh my gods, Cedric, it’s just skin! Quit acting like a prepubescent dumbass and look at me!” Slowly, Cedric lowered his gaze, barely meeting her eyes. Heaving a satisfied sigh, Kathryn continued. “Look, I get that you might have been weirded out by me confessing to you. I get it. You don’t feel the same. Tough shit. I got over it. What I don’t understand is why you’re avoiding me!”

“I-I’m not,” Cedric replied feebly, his face darkening.

Kathryn simply cocked her head to the side, shooting him an annoyed glare. “Are you fucking serious?! You are!”

Cedric looked to the side, looking for an opportunity to escape. Kathryn stepped closer to him, effectively trapping him. “What is your fucking problem, Grevenore?!”

Honestly, she still had no clue what exactly had occurred. She could barely register Cedric’s gaze zeroing in on her and darkening before he whirled her around, pinning her to the tree instead. Her heart hammered in her chest as his lips left wet kisses along her neck, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. A small gasp escaped her as she gripped onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin.

Cedric moved up her neck, trailing kisses along her jaw and her cheek before finally finding her lips. She immediately opened up for him, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. His hands found the supple flesh of her ass, gripping it tightly, almost possessively, before hoisting her up. She squealed in surprise, wrapping her legs around his waist as he deepened the kiss even further. Her hands found the fluffy mop of blond hair, tugging at it until a low growl escaped Cedric.

He finally pulled away from her, both of them gasping for air as he rested his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes. As Kathryn took him in, lips deliciously swollen, pupils completely dilated, chest heaving for breath, looking like one of the most handsome men she had ever come across in her life, she felt a jolt shoot down her whole body, wetness pooling in between her legs.

“I didn’t reject your confession because I didn’t feel the same way,” he started, voice husky, dripping with lust, “it’s because you drive me absolutely fucking crazy, and honestly I fear if we were to…start something…it would distract both of us. And I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about confessing myself a thousand times…but…it’s just…”

Kathryn silenced him with a small peck on his lips. “It’s ok.”

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drabbletrashcan · 5 years ago

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Ava was one of the fiercest, strongest warriors Bishop had ever met. She was beautiful, smart, strong, brave, and the Dragonborn. Bishop would follow her into battle anytime, entrust her with his life. She could easily take down dragons. Long story short, Ava was insanely strong. So the fact that he had managed to reduce her to a whimpering, moaning, writhing mess made him feel proud.

He had her bent over a table, her hands tied behind her back. His hands were on her hips, keeping her in place. He fucked her at a low pace that just drove her crazy. He leaned over her and bit into the sensitive flesh of her neck. Ava let out a loud whimper, her face pressed against the wood. He suddenly stopped and slowly pulled out, denying her release for the hundredth time that night and reducing her to a blabbering, begging mess again.

“Bishop!” she sobbed, trying to move her hips back to regain that delicious friction. Bishop’s large hands held her in place. Tears spilled from her glassy eyes, letting out a broken sob. She needed to feel his cock again.

“Shh, Princess, just be patient.” Bishop cooed with a small smirk. She continued to sob as he teased her mercilessly. He kissed her neck, shoulders and back, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Ava writhed under him. Finally he entered her again, thrusting into her at a slow, lazy pace. Her legs trembled as she dug her nails in her palm. God, this just wasn’t enough. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to be fucked harder, faster, deeper…

“Look at you,” Bishop cooed, admiring her exhausted form, “you’re the all-powerful Dragonborn and here you are, sobbing and begging for me. Look how pretty you are when you take my cock.”

“Fuck, Bishop…p-please, I can’t take it anymore!”

Bishop shushed her, caressing her back. Ava’s vision was blurred by tears. God, this was torture. No matter how much she pleaded, he never gave her what she wanted. Bishop smirked, taking pleasure in hearing her pathetic whimpers. Finally, he decided she had had enough.

In a split second, he started pounding into her mercilessly. She screamed his name over and over again like a prayer as he hit that amazing spot that had her seeing stars. Just a bit more…

Ava came, screaming and moaning until her voice was hoarse. Her body shook, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her legs finally gave out, slipping off the table. Bishop gathered her in his arms and lay her down on the bed, untying her hands. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she could barely make out anything around her. Bishop simply wiped her tears and caressed her rosy cheeks, looking down at her with a loving smile. She started to calm down slowly, coming down from the incredible high the ranger had provided her with. She was exhausted, her legs still trembling after the mind-numbing orgasm she had experienced. Letting out a soft groan, she turned on her side, nuzzling into Bishop’s solid chest. He chuckled and brought his hand up to play with her golden curls.

“Fuck you,” she whispered, her voice muffled.

“Right now?” Bishop chuckled again. Ava gently hit him, huffing, making him laugh even more.

“You’re so mean. One day, I’ll tie you down and fuck the shit out of you, but you won’t have permission to cum. Just so you can see how it is.”

“Honestly, that sounds hot as fuck,” Bishop whispered in her ear, his dick twitching against Ava’s thigh. Feeling him, she hummed in response and let her hand trail down towards his cock. Before she could wrap her hand around him, he gently grabbed her hand, keeping her in place. “You don’t have to, princess.”

“But I want to. You didn’t finish.”

She resumed what she was doing, her hand wrapping loosely around his shaft and stroking up and down slowly. Bishop instantly let out a deep moan, his head tilting back as his golden yellow eyes screwed shut. Ava gradually picked up her pace while her other hand reached down as well, fondling his full balls.

“Oh, fuck! Ava, you little…” Bishop brought one of his hands up to his face, grabbing at his hair from the pure pleasure.

Willing herself to move, Ava crawled down the bed, her face directly in front of his long and wonderful cock

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drabbletrashcan · 5 years ago

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Panic Attack

Bishop was awoken by Ava’s heavy breathing. She was curled around him, her entire body tense. She was covered by a thin sheet of sweat. He slowly woke up and put a hand on her arm, shaking lightly. She started becoming more agitated and started to groan and mumble, her brow furrowing.

“Ava.” He whispered, trying to get her to wake up. With each passing second, she was getting worse. She started flinching and borderline screaming. Finally he gripped her tightly, shouting her name. “Ava! Wake up!”

She opened her eyes with a start, and he could see tears were starting to form. She gripped his arms tightly, nearly digging her nails in his exposed skin. Her eyes darted around, still unsure of where they were.

“Princess, are you alright?”

“I…what, where…I’m…” she muttered something else he couldn’t quite make out and struggled to let go of him and climb out of the tavern bed, nearly falling over. She supported herself against a wooden pillar, trying to regain her breathe. She felt as if she was choking, and her body would barely listen to her. The tavern room was suddenly so small. Bishop crept up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She flinched back and quickly got away from him. She hurried to a window and fumbled with the lock before finally opening it and leaning outside, gulping mouthfuls of air.

“Ava, what the hell’s wrong? Are you ok?” Bishop kept his distance, slightly stunned by her actions. She turned towards him and he could see her bottom lip trembling. The tears were threatening to spill. His frown slowly dissipated, morphing into a look of genuine worry. He took a cautious step towards her.

“Love?”

That was her breaking point. With a heart-breaking sob, Ava literally crumbled to the floor, covering her mouth with her hands. Bishop was immediately at her side, gathering her in his lap and cradling her, being so gentle with her. She soaked his white tunic, finding it hard to breathe. Bishop rubbed her back, whispering reassuring words into her ears.

“It’s ok, love. Here, follow my instructions, ok? Breathe in…breathe out…”

He repeated those four words over and over again until she finally found her breathe and seemingly calmed down. The two stayed in their tight embrace for a few silent minutes until Ava felt safe enough to put some distance between the two of them. She sniffled and rubbed at her eyes.

“…Bishop,” her voice cracked, and the ranger could barely resist the urge to pull her back into his embrace. “I’m sorry…I just…I don’t know…”

Bishop quickly shushed her, cupping her cheek. “Hey, it’s ok. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

Ava slowly nodded. Neither of them said nothing. They just stood there on the wooden floor, silver moonlight cascading down them. It felt almost…ethereal. Ava flicked her eyes up to Bishop, simply staring at him. He furrowed his brows and tilted his head to the side.

“What?”

“It’s just…” Ava huffed, turning her head to the side. She bit the inside of her cheek, fiddling with her hands before turning back to him. “Why?”

That took Bishop by surprise. “Why…what?”

“Why do you stay with me? You could always just leave, so why are you staying?”

It took a few seconds for Bishop to react. He smacked his forehead, letting out a loud chuckle. Ava frowned a bit. Did she say something?

“You know, for the Dragonborn, you really are an idiot.”

“Excuse me?”

Bishop smiled and crawled closer to her, their faces just inches apart. He towered over her, looking down at her with such an innocent smile. Ava stared back up at him. Her eyes were wide, and her cheeks were tinged with red. It was just like back in that dwemer ruin.

“I haven’t left and I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon because I love you, you fucking moron. I thought it was really fucking obvious by now.”

Ava blinked, trying to process just what the actual fuck he had just said.

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drabbletrashcan · 5 years ago

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Kathryn combed through her still wet hair as she walked up to her shared room with Cedric. She felt like she was reborn. When she discovered the hot springs the tavern owned, everything else became irrelevant. After spending a good hour or two in there, she finally decided to retreat to bed. She tiptoed down the hallway, careful to not make any noise. It was very late, and Cedric would most likely be asleep. But as she got to her room, she saw the door was cracked ajar, candlelight casting a small sliver of light into the darkened hallway.

She peered inside and could barely stifle a gasp. Cedric was sprawled out on a chair, his head tilted back, and his eyes screwed shut. His lips were parted, moans and hot pants filling the room. His shirt was nowhere to be found, a slick sheet of sweat covering his toned body. He was slowly pumping his length up and down, up and down. The sight sent a rush of excitement from Kathryn’s stomach to in between her thighs. She quickly pulled away, leaning against the wall. Her face was hot, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she clutched the robes tightly against her body.

“Ah…fuck…yes, Kathryn…”

That was her name. He just moaned out her name in the most seductive way ever. Butterflies started forming in her stomach and she rubbed her thighs together. She had barely recovered from their kiss a few days ago, and now this? Shit, this was too much. Fighting the urge to join him, she continued listening as his pants became heavier, his groans and moans louder. Just as he reached his limit, he squeezed her name out again, sending another shock to her core. Silence fell over them, leaving Kathryn flustered and wet. How the hell was she supposed to go in there?

Her thoughts were interrupted when Cedric opened the door fully, fixing her with his gaze. He smirked at her, taking in her disheveled appearance. All she could do was stare back with wide eyes, losing her control of her voice.

“Enjoyed the show, love?” he asked, his voice slightly husky. She suddenly unfroze, trying to form coherent words. Cedric chuckled, pulling her inside and slamming the door shut. Pinning her to the wall, he pressed his lips against her. She brought her hands up, tangling her fingers in Cedric’s soft hair, tugging gently. His tongue found hers, exploring her mouth. He started kissing her cheek, nipping at her jaw, her neck, sucking on the tender flesh. Kathryn let out a small moan, gripping his arms. He continued down to her collarbones, her shoulders, slowly peeling off the robe. Letting it fall on the ground, Cedric pulled away, his eyes wandering over her entire body, licking his lips.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She turned her face away, embarrassed beyond belief. Cedric picked her up and set her down on the bed, climbing on top of her and slowly grinding his clothed cock against her core. She moaned again, gripping his shoulders tightly.

“Cedric, I’m…ah…I’m a…”

“Yeah, I know, just relax, alright?”

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drabbletrashcan · 5 years ago

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Jealous

“Are you seriously considering this shit?”

Ava rolled her eyes for the hundredth time that minute, clenching the concert tickets. She had honestly never expected anything like this. As much as she enjoyed basking in her fame, a concert in her honor was a bit too much. Just as she and Bishop had arrived at Windhelm and entered Candlehearth Hall, the bard started praising her in every way, shape or form. Alec was a nice singer and a rather handsome fellow, but it was just creepy. Naturally, Bishop stood behind her, staring the bard down. She had come to get used to his possessive nature, as long as he didn’t go overboard. As Alec kept complimenting her power and beauty, he had graciously invited her to a concert of his, dedicated entirely to the Dragonborn. After a bit of convincing, Alec finally gave her a second ticket for Bishop. If she was going to this concert, there was no fucking way she was going alone.

“Come on, ladyship, are you really going to waste your time on some prissy bard who thinks he can sweep you off your feet with some stupid ballad?”

“Shut up, just let him do his thing!”

“Ah, my bad, sorry for insulting your boot-licking boyfriend.”

Yet another eye roll. She knew the ranger was right, though, the bard was obviously trying to court her. She almost felt bad for the fellow, but at the same time she could secretly not wait for Alec to try something.

“Whatever,” Bishop sighed, starting to walk up to the tavern room they rented, “my feet are killing me, so I’ll be in bed if you require my assistance, if you catch my drift.”

“Ok, but make sure you wake up in time.”

“In time for what?”

Ava turned towards him, raising an eyebrow. “Um, the concert of course? If you think I’m going alone, you are dead wrong.”

Bishop stopped and turned to her, examining her from head to toe. “Hah, I’m sorry, my ears must be clogged, because I think I just heard you say I’m coming with you to that fairy’s concert.”

Ava put her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow at him. She waved the two tickets around.

“No.”

“Bishop!”

“Absolutely not!”

“Why not?”

“Is that even a question worth asking?”

“By the gods, Bishop, it’s not that big of a deal! Plus, what if he tries something?”

He snorted and started towards their shared room. “I think we both know you’re more than capable of handling yourself.”

Damn, he got her there. Rolling her eyes, she sighed dramatically. As stubborn as she was, she knew this was a dispute she would not win. Shrugging, she turned on her heel and started towards the local blacksmith, trying to kill some time.

It had been exactly four and a half hours after the concert had ended and Ava was still not back. At first, he didn’t even bat an eye, why should he worry about the damn Dragonborn? She was probably off doing her thing…whatever that would be. Now all he could think about was her cold, lifeless body lying around in some ditch. He looked towards Karnwyr, who in turn let out a low whine, poking his knee with his nose. He bent down and scratched behind his ear.

“Don’t worry buddy. We’re gonna find her.”

Strapping on his knifes and bow, he swung open the door, almost knocking Ava down. She looked up at him, surprised.

“Are you heading out?” she asked.

“Ladyship, you’re…” Bishop had to resist the urge to scoop her up in his arms and hold her close. “You’re alright!”

“Um…of course I’m alright,” she laughed, walking past him and petting Karnwyr before disposing of her weapons.

“Where the hell have you been?! Do you know what time it is?!”

“Didn’t know I had a curfew,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“The concert ended four hours ago, where have you been?!”

She turned to face him fully, crossing her arms. “What exactly is your problem?”

Bishop scoffed sarcastically, stepping closer to her. “My problem is that you go prancing off in an unknown, godforsaken city this late at night, and I’m sitting here worried sick! I have no idea where you are or if you’re in trouble! That’s my problem, Ava!”

Ava hesitated, before giggling ever so softly. It was the prettiest sound Bishop had ever heard and had he not been angry he would’ve been blushing right about now.

“Aww!”

“What the hell do you mean ‘aww’?”

“I find it cute that you worry so much about me, I had no idea!

“Stop it…”

“So thoughtful of you!”

“Stop it.”

“No seriously, it’s very endearing.”

“Gods damn it, stop it, woman!”

She giggled again and it made Bishop’s heart flutter. She grasped his arm, looking up at him with a small smile.

“Just for you, I’ll try and come back early if I can from now on, sound good?”

Bishop grunted in response, turning away from her and plopping into a chair, starting to sharpen one of his knifes.

“Also, did you pick up those spare changes of clothes?”

“Yeah, they’re right on there.”

“Good, I’m tired of sleeping in my armor”

He watched her as she dug through Bishop’s pack, picking out a pure white nightgown that reached her knees. Putting her curls up in a messy bun, she signaled him to turn around so she could change. With a heavy sigh he got to his feet and turned, leaning against the wall.

“So…where were you anyway?” Bishop asked nonchalantly, pretending to be extremely interested in his hunting knife.

“Oh, I was with Alec,” he almost cut himself when he heard her, furrowing his brow. Ava hesitated before dismissing his strange behavior. “Yeah, he invited me to this small tavern after the concert. The food was exquisite there, the mead…oh…heavenly!”

“Why the hell did you go out with that clown? Desperate much?”

“…why wouldn’t I go?”

“Because—” Bishop blinked, realizing he really didn’t have much of an excuse. Unless ‘hey, I’m in love with you but I’m too much of a bitch to tell you but you’re still mine, so you’re not allowed to go out with other guys’ counts.

“Whatever. You’re acting weirder than usual. You can turn around now, by the way.”

As soon as he turned around, he froze. He had never seen her in a dress before, so…exposed. The pure white nightgown hugged her form snuggly, showing off just the tiniest of cleavage. Her toned arms were exposed, and so were her smooth legs. Her wild curls were pulled up, revealing her neck, small curls framing her face. She looked so beautiful and Bishop could not stop staring.

“…what?”

“I’m surprised you’re not as hairy as Karnwyr.”

“Excuse me, but I am still a lady! I can’t stand hair!”

Chuckling, he changed into a simple white tunic and black pants, hopping into bed and winking at Ava.

“You coming in or not? I wanna go to sleep already.”

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drabbletrashcan · 5 years ago

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Cheating (unfinished)

Erika frowned, lowering her phone as Asena ended the call quickly once again. She was in North America on a business trip. Normally, whenever she was gone, Asena would take advantage of any free time he had to talk to her. But now, he would always have some excuse as to why he couldn’t talk. Lately he began acting very differently. This kind of behavior had started a few months ago. She had been leaving on more and more business trips and it was driving her crazy and now on top of all that stress she had to deal with Asena’s sudden change.

She got up and walked across the hotel room to the large window overlooking Los Angeles. Fortunately, this trip had been cut short by two weeks. Her plane was leaving early in the morning, and she decided to surprise Asena, begging Isuka to not tell him anything. She just hoped all of this would soon be over.

Maybe it was because she was gone so much. Maybe he was upset with her because she couldn’t give him enough attention these past few months? No, it couldn’t have been that. He had never been that petty, and if anyone was to understand busy schedules, Asena would be that person. Could he be…cheating?

Erika leaned against the window, bumping her forehead against the glass. How could she even think of something like that? Asena had proven to be nothing but loyal to his family. He had even risked his life for her, what the hell! No, whatever was going on, Asena would definitely have a good explanation. And her schedule was free for two whole weeks, they had plenty of time to figure this out.

“I swear, you have to have some paranormal powers or something.”

Erika raised an eyebrow at Isuka, who was loading her suitcase into the trunk of his car. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you just got off of a 15 hour flight and yet you still manage to look so lovely.”

Erika let out a laugh, patting his shoulder. “I am a goddess, puny mortal!”

“Forgive me, O’ Great Goddess of Business Trips! Please, I beg of you, do not smite me with your mighty Paperbolt!”

They burst into laughter as Isuka started up the car, driving towards the royal palace. Despite the rocky beginning, their friendship was a beautiful one. He was practically her best friend. She vented to him whenever Asena was being an ass and she gave him dating advice and listened to his problems. She always enjoyed his company, and so did he.

“Hey Isuka?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you noticed anything…off about Asena?”

“Off how?” he turned to her, frowning.

“I don’t know, lately he’s been a bit…distant. Normally he would talk to me whenever he could while I’m away, but he always tells me he can’t talk or he’s really busy. I don’t know, did I do something that upset him?”

Isuka ran a hand through his hair as he pulled into the palace courtyard. “No, I haven’t noticed anything. The only thing is he keeps to his room a lot but other than that, no. Did you guys have a fight or something?”

“No, not at all, that’s why it strikes me as a bit odd.”

“Hmm. Well, I’m sure it’s nothing you need to worry about. He’s probably a bit annoyed that you’re gone so much. I’m sure it’s just him being an idiot.”

Erika nodded, stepping out of the car and grabbing her suitcase. Deep down, she still couldn’t help but worry a bit. Was Asena ok? She just hoped all of this would pass. The elevator doors opened, and Erika walked into the familiar hallway, being careful not to make too much noise. They stopped outside of Asena’s office door, stifling their giggles.

Isuka swung open the door, both bursting into the office. But before Erika could utter anything, she was met with a sight that made her blood run cold. Isuka froze as well, is eyes widened.

Asena was sitting on his chair, with messy hair and disheveled clothes. His neck and face was covered in bright red lipstick, and his hands were gripping tight onto the hips of the half-naked woman on top of him. Asena opened his eyes, glancing towards the door. He jolted, all but pushing the woman off of him. She landed on the floor and looked up at him in confusion before noticing their unwanted company. She simply rolled her eyes and covered up.

“Erika! I…what are…I…”

She crossed her arms and looked at the woman. She was part of the royal harem, she had seen her lurking around the halls before.

“Get out,” she said in a low, calm voice. The calm before the storm.

“And why should I? I was simply doing my job, a job I see you haven’t been able to do for months, leaving our dear king unattended for so long!”

A low growl escaped Erika, her face darkening. You could practically see the fury radiating off her. She stepped towards the woman with clenched fists, but before she could move further, Isuka grabbed her by the shoulder, squeezing it tightly. The woman faltered before shuffling by her, exiting the room.

“Isuka, could you leave us alone, please?”

Isuka looked from Asena to Erika, his brow furrowing in confusion. Erika turned to him, looking him in the eye. Letting out a sigh, he bowed his head and walked out, closing the door behind him. Silence settled over them as she kept her back to him. Asena shuffled awkwardly before stepping towards his wife.

“Erika, I’m so—“

“Don’t even think about it.” She spun towards him, stopping him in his tracks. She breathed in deeply. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me lately?”

Asena simply looked down, clutching at his shirt bottom.

“Answer my fucking question, Asena. Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“…yes.”

She bit her lip, nodding. Her heart was shattering, but she couldn’t let him see her being weak, not in this situation. “How long? How long have you been doing this?”

“It…it started four months ago…when you left for Europe…”

“Have you been…fucking more than that woman from the harem?”

Asena winced, refusing to look her in the eyes. He shook his head ‘no’ before he dared to look up at her. Her face was devoid of any emotion, blankly staring at him. Yet her fists were shaking at her sides. Nodding again, she took a step back, her fingers fiddling with her wedding ring for a few moments. Finally she yanked it off her finger, throwing it on the ground, the soft metallic noise breaking the silence.

“I want a plane ticket back to Japan as soon as possible. We’re over.”

Asena’s world was crashing and burning around him. He blinked rapidly as tears started to stream down his face. “No, please, please, please, no!” His voice cracked, full of emotion. “Erika, please don’t do this. I can’t live without you! Please, just please, stay!”

“Really? Cause to me it looks like you can live without me just fine.”

“Erika, I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, just please don’t leave me! I love you, please!”

She shook her head and turned towards the door, opening it. She looked back at Asena. “Just find some other harem girl to fuck.”

Slamming the door behind her, she noticed Isuka pacing a few steps away. As soon as he saw her, he ran towards her, the question on the tip of his tongue. But before he could say anything, a loud sob escaped Erika’s lips. He immediately enveloped her in his arms, letting her soak his suit with her tears. After what felt like an eternity, Erika slowly let go of him, looking up at him.

“I want to go home. And I want a divorce.”

“A-are you…are you sure?”

“Yes. I just…I can’t…”

“I’ll…see what I can do, ok? For now, just…go home.”

“What an idiot! Cheating! I thought, what with him being a king and all, he wouldn’t even dare think about sleeping with any other woman! The absolute nerve he has! You know, I never liked hi—”

“I think we get it, Jiji.”

“No! It’s unacceptable! There’s not even one respectable young man left in this world anymore!”

“I just…I don’t understand why he would even do such a thing…have you talked to him at all?”

“There’s nothing left for us to discuss, Baba.”

Erika had just gotten back to Japan, where her grandparents welcomed her with wide arms. She missed the small, cozy apartment she grew up in, especially the little balcony covered with all kinds of plants and flowers overlooking Tokyo’s skyline. It was barely 8:23 in the morning and the city was just waking up. She was sat at the small table placed on the balcony, sipping freshly brewed coffee with her grandparents.

“Erika, I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay, grandma, really. That’s just what I get for thinking something would finally go the way I wanted it to go,” Erika felt tears welling up in her eyes and she took a deep breath, raising the mug to her lips. She glanced at her small suitcase lying in the middle of the apartment. She had left behind anything that would remind her of Asena. Jewelry and clothes and accessories gifted to her by him, pictures, her wedding ring, everything.

“I’m sorry for showing up out of the blue like this, but I just really don’t want to go to my apartment. Do you guys mind if I stay here for a while?”

“Of course! What kind of grandparents do you take us for?! You stay with us for as much as you want.”

Erika smiled at her grandfather. She had missed them so much, it felt like ages the first time she had visited.

“He literally fucked me in the airplane bathroom!”

“Mmm, kinky!”

Erika laughed along with her friends, taking a sip from her drink. Eight months had passed since the Asena incident and honestly, she felt…free. It had been so long since she had gone out with her friends to a club and just do whatever she wanted.

Her phone buzzed in her jacket pocket and she quickly checked to see who it was before nearly having a heart attack. Isuka. She quickly excused herself and slipped out of the club, answering.

“Hello?”

“Erika, hi, look, I know it’s a bit weird to be calling you after such a long time—“

“Did you finally sort out that divorce?”

“Um, yeah, about that. I’m still working on it. Look, I called because I…the kingdom needs your help…”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“It’s about Asena.”

Erika’s confused expression turned into a frown. She balled her fist at her side, her face darkening instantly.

“What about him?” her voice was full of venom, and Isuka hesitated before finally speaking.

“He’s…he’s not ok. After you left, he started disregarding his kingly duties, but now it’s gotten to the point where he just locks himself in his room. He doesn’t eat and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t sleep either. He won’t let anyone in, not even me.”

“Okay. And?”

“Erika,” Isuka sighed, “you’re still technically the queen of Turkiye. Fight or not, you still have a duty to fulfill to the kingdom. Look, just come back here for a week and we’ll figure things out, ok?”

“Isuka, I can’t believe you would even think I would be wil—“

“Erika. Please. I’m not asking you to make up with him. My honest opinion is that he is a dick, and you have every right to be mad at him.”

“I’m beyond mad, Isuka.”

“Look the point is, I’m asking you to do this for our kingdom. For Turkiye. Not for Asena, not for me, but for the people of my country. Please.”

Erika sighed, combing her hair with her fingers and leaning against the wall behind her. She knew she was going to regret this, but she was still the queen of Turkiye, right?

“…fine. When’s the next flight to Turkiye?”

She had done it. She had actually agreed to come back here and talk to Asena under the pretext that he wasn’t completing his royal duties. She hesitated for a moment before knocking on their…his room. No answer. She turned the doorknob, but it was locked. She pursed her lips. Oh, boy, this was going to be a long day.

“Asena? Asena, it’s me, open the door.”

Muffled noises came from behind the room until finally she heard the lock unlocking. The door opened wide, and Erika was met with a sight that made her cringe on the inside. Instead of the powerful, calm and charming king Asena usually was, there stood her ex-husband, resembling the image of a kicked puppy. His hair was sticking out in every part, very prominent and dark bags under his dull eyes. He hadn’t even bothered shaving, growing out his stubble. Before he could say anything, Erika pushed past him, looking around her old room. The curtains were drawn, bathing the room in darkness. There was an unpleasant smell lurking around, and she could barely keep herself from covering her nose and mouth. The bed was unmade, the covers thrown about, and the room itself looked like it had been trashed.

“Erika?” his voice was raspy and low, barely above a whisper. She turned towards him, taking in a deep breath. He looked…broken. No life in his eyes, nothing. “You came back?”

“Isuka called me. Said you’ve been neglecting…”she paused, looking around the room once more before sighing, rubbing the back of her neck. “You know what? That can wait. What you need right now is a long shower.”

Asena hesitated before complying, closing the bathroom door behind him. While he showered, Erika managed to straighten the place out and opened the windows wide, getting rid of the smell. The room looked just like she remembered it. The door opened, a refreshed Asena stepping out. He had shaved and combed his hair and had changed into another set of clothes.

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drabbletrashcan · 5 years ago

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Sarcasm

Why do I even tag along?

Bishop asked himself the same question every damn day. Why did he stay? He had was at full liberty to just turn around and walk back to Riverwood. There were a few times when he actually made that one step backwards. But then he caught a glimpse of her face, and he heard her melodious voice, and those dry jokes, and he wondered what compelled him to even imagine leaving?

People would call this falling in love, he called it being a fucking idiot strolling on the road to death.

Yes, he was in love with this sarcastic, annoying, witty, brave, beautiful woman called Ava. Her wild golden curls, her piercing blue eyes, her broad shoulders, her lovely hips, those killer legs, and on top of that, the dominant, stubborn personality of the Nord she was. Exactly the opposite of what he preferred in a woman (except, of course, her hips and legs, gods damn!). They butted heads even for the simplest of things. It was like she enjoyed arguing with him and just generally being a pain in the ass. Even the nickname she had given him vexed him to no end.

‘Lad’.

Ugh, just thinking about it made his eyebrow twitch. So why the hell did he fall in love with the biggest idiot on this damn planet? Oh, did he mention she was also the fucking Dragonborn, a living legend walking the earth? And since when did he love and care for someone other than Karnwyr? The need to just bed her slowly transformed into being satisfied just staying by her side. Soon his attention was distracted by her stupid laugh caused by one of his witty remarks instead of just keeping his gaze glued to her ass. Just looking at her caused his heart to do some weird things. And he hated it.

The one thing he hated the most about her though, was that she would just waltz into a Nordic ruin or a decaying underground dwemer city without a care in the world. Sure, she was an excellent fighter, and she was more than capable of fending for herself but being forced to watch all the close calls she had had did wonders for his health. But then she would just brush it off with a goofy smile and he wished he could smack her silly. But he never did. He would never harm one strand of her hair.

He was forced out of his thoughts when he saw Ava suddenly crouch and reach for her bow. She drew an arrow, aimed and let it plunge deep into the heart of a falmer. Perfect, clean kill. They were in the Mzult ruins, searching for some useless wizard crap. The Staff of Magnus, as she called it. She was enrolled in the College of Winterhold, studying magicka. This hadn’t stopped them from travelling, oh, not at all. In fact, they were travelling even more than he liked because of the damn College. They would often travel back to Winterhold and Ava would spend a week at the College, completing her studies, giving Bishop and Karnwyr a whole week to do whatever they wanted. He would never admit it, but all Bishop ever did was wait patiently for her to return. Not even the tavern wenches and prostitutes interested him, something that horrified him to no end.

They continued walking towards the ruins, their footsteps softly echoing through the empty corridors. Ava was in front of him, her bow drawn out and an arrow ready to be shot. Her cerulean blue eyes scanned every nook and cranny, searching for any threats. Bishop trailed behind her, his guard up. It felt weird not having his wolf companion by his side, but he was glad he did leave him outside the ruins. Poor wolf would have been left traumatized by the weird metallic sentinels guarding the abandoned ruins.

“I think we should expect a shitload of Falmer ahead,” Ava remarked, pointing towards the huge hole in the wall, a tunnel built into the ground stretched ahead of them, dimly lit by one lone torch.

Bishop groaned, combing through his hair with his fingers. “As we always do in these godforsaken ruins.”

Ava shrugged before entering the tunnel. It was wide enough for only one person, and he hated the fact that she always took lead. As soon as they came face to face with the disturbing creatures, Bishop and Ava terminated all of them easily and proceeded further down into the tunnel. Ava had already sheathed her weapon, strolling on ahead.

“Ladyship, may I suggest being more fucking careful? What if you set off any traps?”

The Nord turned to him and scoffed. “Have these little trips of ours finally gotten to you? Stop being such a coward!”

“Just…be a little more careful, ok? Can’t expect me to carry you around this death trap.”

Ava stuck her tongue at him and continued walking. “Hey, Bishop,” she called out as they passed a Falmer corpse crushed under a few boulders. “Guess he was in a bit of a rocky situation.”

Bishop resisted the strong urge to bang his head against those very boulders. Why did he have to tag along?

Ava suddenly tripped and stumbled forwards, a deep rumble resounding through the echo. As she looked at him with confused eyes, he was focused on the trip wire she had activated. And the earth just started crumbling beneath them. He didn’t even think about his actions.

He grabbed her and pulled her close to his body as they started tumbling down. He turned, his body slamming into a cliff jabbing out, knocking the breath out of his body. He hit more and more cliffs and rocky surfaces before they finally landed in a deep river. Ava opened her eyes and quickly swam up to the surface. She gulped in air as she broke the water and looked around for Bishop. Her heart hammered when she couldn’t find him.

“Bishop?!” her yell echoed through the cavern. “Bishop, answer me! Bishop! Fuck, Bishop!”

She dove under the water and finally found him. He was unconscious, his lower body was trapped under a few rocks that had fallen from above. Using her Thu’um, she quickly released him and gripped his arms, swimming up. She dragged his limp body to the riverbank, laying him down on the ground and kneeling next to him. She drew in short, shaking gasps of air, afraid to touch him as if he would crumble at the slightest of movements.

“Bishop…? Bishop…please…”

Ava choked back her sobs as she placed her head on his chest, trying to hear a heartbeat. To her utter relief, there was one. It was faint but it was there. She quickly pushed down on his chest and soon he was coughing up water. Ava felt weak, yet she began casting a healing spell on the ranger’s tattered body. When he looked up at her, he had to make sure he hadn’t hit his head one too many times. Hot tears were literally streaming down her cheeks, letting out small hiccups and whimpers. Yet she refused to look him in the eye, focusing on his bleeding shoulder. He found it endearing and kind of cute to see her break down like this because of him.

“Hey ladyship…”

She finally looked at, sending him a shaky smile as she wiped furiously at her eyes. Bishop hesitated before smirking, getting up on his elbows and leaning close to her face. She stared at him with wide eyes, the faintest blush tainting her scratched up face. She could feel his breath ghosting over her lips.

“Seems we’ve really hit rock bottom, huh?” he whispered in a husky voice.

Ava blinked, confused, before pushing him back roughly. Bishop cackled and winced, grabbing at his throbbing head and struggled to get up.

“Lie down, you absolute idiot.” Ava said angrily, trying to cover up her red face. Bishop started laughing once more, clutching at his stomach. “I swear one of these days I will Shout you over a cliff.”

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drabbletrashcan · 5 years ago

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This was supposed to be a regular date night. They were supposed to eat dinner at Yona’s favorite fast food restaurant, then watch a movie and just enjoy each other’s company. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

As they were walking, the familiar sound of gunshots filled the street. There was an armed robbery at a bank and a police chase had ensued. Isuka, being head of security, had to help somehow. Not before making sure Yona was in a safe place.

“Baby girl, just stay here and don’t move until someone comes to get you, ok?” he had asked after making sure she was safe from danger. She looked up at him with wide, scared eyes, nodding fast. She was terrified, he could tell. She had gripped his hand tightly and told him to be careful before he left.

“Fuck, who the hell are these guys?!” Isuka yelled over the gunshots, firing a gun of his own. He had to call in reinforcements soon after he joined the fight. These guys were fighting like soldiers, their aim impeccable. They had managed to shoot down twelve police officers. So far, Isuka couldn’t say for sure how many bandits there were. He had the police officers block the road with their cars, standing between these madmen and civilians. Between them and Yona. Isuka had ordered to have someone escort her to safety. She had to be fine, right?

Three police officers collapsed, bullets piercing into their head. He cursed and leaned against the car he was using as cover. Bullets were ricocheting all around him. Where were those damn reinforcements?! Then he saw something that made his heart stop. He heard gunshots from the other side of the temporary barrier. There were more of them.

They started shooting towards the police force. Civilians were panicking, trying to get away as quickly as possible. Was Yona safe? Isuka quickly bolted away from the car. Miraculously, he had only been shot in the shoulder. He started to slowly make his way towards where he had left Yona. Fuck, he was running out of ammo fast.

Relief washed over him as he spotted Yona crouched down, out of sight of the bandits. As soon as she spotted him, she smiled in relief, but remained crouched. Isuka ran to her, crouching next to her.

“You know, you always did say you would take me on an unforgettable date. You really outdid yourself on this one, Isuka,” Yona said sarcastically. How she managed to keep her sense of humor in this kind of situation baffled him to no end.

“Well, yeah, end it with a bang.” Isuka quickly peered to see if the coast was clear. “We have to move. Stay close to me.”

Yona nodded, her heart hammering in her chest. The sooner she reached safety the better. Both of them ran out from their hiding spot, Isuka gripping onto her arm to ensure she stayed by his side. His only goal was to get Yona to safety.

As Isuka turned to her, his body jerked forwards before slumping and falling onto her. She caught him, barely supporting his weight.

“I-Isuka…no. No, no, no, no, Isuka!” her eyes went wide as she realized his shirt was getting soaked in blood. His blood. She heard his gun fall to the ground as he started to breathe heavily. “Fuck, no!”

She dragged him into a small shop, laying him down on the ground. He clutched at his chest, his eyes wide and he was breathing irregularly. Yona ripped his shirt open, being met with four bullet wounds. He was losing so much blood. She desperately tried to get the bleeding to stop, ignoring the tears pouring down her cheeks.

“Try and relax, babe, you’re going to be just fine…I promise!”

“Yona…”

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drabbletrashcan · 5 years ago

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Return to Helgen

Ava looked at her surroundings. They looked so familiar, but she just couldn’t put her finger on it. Her horse whinnied lightly, kicking at the snowy ground impatiently. Bishop had a map in his hands, his brow furrowed in concentration. They had been caught in a snowstorm, but they found no shelter, so instead they opted to keep going. And now they were completely and utterly lost.

“I swear to the Gods, I cannot for the life of me figure out where we are!” he exclaimed in frustration.

Dismounting Strider, she trotted up the hillside to get a better view, maybe she would find some landmarks. The fresh snow crunched under her boots, a gentle breeze causing stray flakes of snow to flutter down from the branches, landing softly onto Ava’s curls. Climbing to the top of the hill, she looked around.

And there it was.

She clamped her hands over her mouth, uttering a small gasp. The blood drained from her face as her legs began to tremble. She staggered back, falling into the snow. Bishop was the first to notice. He hurried towards her, his eyes full of concern.

“Ava, what’s wrong?!” she pointed a trembling finger towards the blackened city, scooting away. Bishop looked towards Helgen and his face became emotionless.

Bishop turned to her, his golden eyes fixing her with an icy stare. Ava looked at him, tears threatening to spill. He dropped his gaze before pulling her to her feet. His hand clamped around her wrist in a death grip.

“Bishop! Let go…”

Her words died out as he began walking towards Helgen, tugging her after him. Her cerulean eyes widened and started hitting and struggling, trying with all her might to escape.

“Bishop, oh my gods, please, no! Anything but that, please, please, please!”

She screamed and begged and pleaded, and yet he didn’t listen, hell-bent on entering Helgen. The closer they got to the charred gates, the more hysterical Ava became. Her wails echoed throughout the barren landscape.

“You have to go through with this at one point, Ava, what’s the point of putting it off?”

“Bishop…please…I can’t…!” she managed to say between hiccups.

Bishop stopped in front of the city gates, still holding on to her wrist. He looked back at her and pushed the heavy gates open. By now, Ava was just screaming incoherently, tears streaming down her face. The ranger heaved a heavy sigh before hoisting her over his shoulder, walking towards the center of the city, where the executions took place. Stopping on the dirty cobblestone, he set her on her feet. Immediately, Ava sank down, curling in a ball and heavy sobs wracked her body.

Bishop sat beside her, waiting patiently. He slowly stroked her back. Her sobs started to quiet down, fading to a soft hiccupping. Bishop gathered her in his arms, Ava clinging to his shirt. They stayed like that for some time and Ava drew back, looking into Bishop’s eyes. He cupped her face in his hands, drying her remaining tears.

She took a deep breath and slowly stood up. This was the first time she could actually study the burnt fort. The houses had collapsed, burnt wood slowly rotting. Charred corpses were scattered all around. Ava cringed at the gruesome sight. She turned to Bishop, a fire burning deep in her eyes. He looked back at her, nodded and started back the way they came. No words were needed, he could see the motivation as clear as day. Moments like these rendered Bishop speechless, although he would never admit it. The true ferocity of the Dragonborn made him feel as if he was supposed to bow or kneel down or something. It was truly bizarre. But he knew one thing for sure.

If this woman wanted, she could bring down empires by herself. She just needed to realize it herself.

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drabbletrashcan · 5 years ago

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Dovakhiin

It is said that only a Dragonborn can kill a dragon. After the Dragonborn kills a dragon, he or she will devour and consume its soul. Over the centuries, this has proven to be true. Man can most definitely weaken and injure a dragon but can never put an end to its life. Only the Dragonborn has accomplished this feat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Bishop dove behind a boulder just in time. He could feel the blazing heat all around him, and his heart hammered thinking about how his companions could easily be caught in that inferno. Karnwyr whimpered, huddling closer to his master. He was scared out of his mind.

Casavir thank the gods above for blessing him with such luck. He had managed to find a small cave he could barely fit in but provide shelter from the hell outside. Yet, his eyes scanned his surroundings frantically, searching for the others.

How lucky to be quick on your feet. Cael had taken cover in the dense vegetation, unseen, unheard. All he had to do was wait it out. Where the hell were the others? Oh, gods, what if they were caught in the fire?!

A loud roar shook the earth, fire hailing from above. The dragon swooped low, searching for his prey and leaving destruction in its wake. Cael finally spotter two of his companions. As the dragon rose up into the sky, he dashed towards Bishop, the closest one, and crouched behind the boulder.

“What the fuck are we going to do?!” Bishop yelled. “We’re dead. We’re just a late afternoon barbeque!”

“Please calm down, Dark One, this is not the time and place for more agitation.”

Bishop’s jaw tightened visibly, holding himself back from decking the blonde in the face. Managing to grab the paladin’s attention and beckoning him over to them, the small group hid behind the boulder, praying to whatever god out there that the dragon would not find them.

“Oh, gods.”

Casavir let out a horrified whisper, his eyes widening. He turned to the two men, fury and desperation burning in his eyes.

“Where is Ava?!”

A question that made their blood run ice cold. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. Oh please gods no. Cael grabbed Bishop and Casavir’s arms, his hands resembling iron claws. He pointed towards the open field the dragon was circling.

With wild blonde hair fluttering in the wind, there stood Ava in all her glory, clad in her steel armor. She unsheathed her Warhammer, staring at the dragon ferociously, just daring it to try and attack her.

“Has she gone completely mad?!”

The dragon finally noticed her, and it swooped down. It opened its mouth and let out a mighty roar before a river of fire poured down upon Ava.

“NO!”

Bishop and Cael and Casavir froze, not believing what they had just witnessed, not wanting to believe it.

The fire cleared up, leaving charred vegetation in its wake. In the middle of a blackened, ashy field, there stood Ava. The ward she had cast wore off, and she gripped her weapon tightly. The dragon came circling back, this time intent on tearing its prey into pieces. It got closer and closer, its maw opening again.

“Fus…ro dah!” a large blast on energy launched itself from Ava towards the dragon, knocking it out of the air and crashing ungracefully in the dirt. Wasting no time, she lunged at it, bringing down her weapon and impaling its skull. Blood spurted out, coating her armor in a shiny ruby red. The dragon let out a roar of anguish as it got its bearings back. Ava attacked mercilessly, dodging the dragon’s fire storm and countering it with her own Shout.

By now, she had rendered the beast incapable of flying. She let out streaks of lightning through her fingertips, her eyes blazing with magicka.

This was her only opening.

Letting out a scream of effort, she launched herself off a cliffside, landing on the dragon’s back. The beast shook, trying to knock her off. Jumping up, she brought her Warhammer down, its blade burying in the dragon’s scull.

For a few seconds she was in the air before crashing against the ground. She wheezed for air, struggling to stand up. The dragon wobbled towards her, not intent at dying at the hand of a mortal. Ava unsheathed her sword. She trust it upwards, the blade going straight through its scaly throat.

She stared the beast in the eye, watching the life drain out of it. It let out a final roar before collapsing.

Ava crawled out from under it, scrambling to her feet as she clutched her side. It hurt like hell. But it wasn’t over yet. She limped towards the corpse and dislodged her weapons from it and placed her hand on the snout of the animal.

A single muffled boom resonated throughout the valley as the wind started to pick up. She was absorbing the dragon’s soul. Multicolored lights surrounded her body, and she felt the familiar energy of the soul entering her body.

Blood oozed from her side, staining her armor and fingers. Yet she continued to ignore the pain, for now came the hardest part.

Explaining to the boys.

Bishop, Casavir and Cael emerged from behind the boulder, walking towards her slowly. She turned towards them, exhaustion visible in her eyes. Without a word, Cael sat her down and tended to her wound. She looked down, avoiding their gaze. Bishop crossed his arms, piercing her with his icy glare.

“Hey, ladyship,” he said, painfully monotone. Ava cringed before looking up. “You mind telling us what this is?”

Ava bit her lip. “Well…I’m Dovakhiin…it means Dragonborn in the dragon tongue…”

“Yeah, I got that. What I want to know is why you didn’t tell us sooner?” he asked in an accusing tone.

“I…I don’t know…”

“Oh, you don’t know? Well what do you know, Ava?!”

“Stop it, Bishop. What is your problem?” Casavir gently pushed Bishop.

Bishop pushed the paladin back, annoyance evident in his golden eyes. “You want to know what my problem is? My problem is that after months of travelling with us, she never thought for a second to tell us who she actually is!”

“Enough, Bishop,” Cael stood up, running a hand through his blond hair. “I understand your anger, and if anything, I agree with you to some extent. But this isn’t what she needs right now.”

“No, what she needs is to stop lying to us and tell us everything she’s been hiding!”

Ava’s eyes shot up towards Bishop. Lying? The bastard. She stood up, radiating anger.

“Lying? How the hell have I been lying?”

“You literally hid your identity? Don’t you think it would have been useful to at some point come up to us and tell us you’re the Dragonborn?”

“At some point I would have told you, you ungrateful ass!”

“Ungrateful?” the ranger scoffed.

“I just saved your sorry ass from a fucking dragon, and this is how you treat me, you bastard?!”

“Oh, yes, please, excuse me for having the audacity to not kneel down in front of you and kiss your boots. See, this is why I have trust issues in the first fucking place.”

“What the fuck do you have against me?!” her accent became more noticeable.

“I don’t trust you! All you do is drag us into abandoned caves and hide behind us, then expect us to follow you like lost puppies. And on top of that, you’re the Dragonborn. The person who’s, you know, supposed to be saving the world, but instead you go and prance around Skyrim, with not a care in the world. You’re pretty useless for someone who’s supposed to defeat the World Eater.”

Ava froze. Hurt, betrayed, insulted. This was what she was feeling. After everything she had done for him. After nearly sacrificing her life to save him. After hoping one day he would notice her feelings for him. Finally, something snapped.

She stepped forward and put her hands against the ranger’s chest. And pushed him. She pushed him so hard he stumbled backwards before falling on his back.

“Useless? Useless?! Is that what you think of me?! Then do yourself a favor and fucking leave, you mean, annoying, greedy, selfish, perverted piece of shit! How dare you?! After everything I’ve done! You have the nerve to call me useless?!”

Her screams echoed throughout the valley. She could feel hot tears streaming down her face. But she didn’t care. Bishop looked up at her, surprised. Heavy sobs started to rack her body, yet she didn’t stop.

“You want to know why I didn’t tell you?! Do you?! Here’s why: I’m fucking scared! I’m terrified out of my mind! Do you think I want this?! My life is literally written in stone. I am the Dragonborn. I’m supposed to sacrifice my life to save the world from Alduin. Do you know how it feels to literally have the weight of the world on your shoulders?! No, you don’t, you run away from responsibility all the time. I don’t want this! I never wanted this! So fuck you, you asshole! Fuck you and everything you stand for!”

The words lingered in the air before disappearing, and with it Ava felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She hung her head, wiping furiously at her eyes. Bishop slowly rose and stepped towards her before stopping.

“I’m going back to Whiterun. If you want to keep travelling with me, I’ll be at Breezehome. You’re free to leave at any time, all of you.”

The smell of baked potatoes and chorus of yells made Ava wake up, furrowing her brow in confusion. What the hell? She threw on some clothes and grabbed her dagger, just in case. Walking downstairs, she stopped and stared at the scene unfolding before her.

Bishop, clad in his leather armor and a chef’s apron, was stirring at the cookpot, mumbling something about how he does everything in this household. Casavir and Cael were fighting over which set of plates to use. Casavir insisted to use the blue china plates, while Cael stressed about how they should simply eat off of the usual metal plates. Karnwyr, who was lounging by the fire, perked up at the sight of her and gently rubbed his head against her. The house looked brand new. Her weapons, sitting neatly on the weapon rack, were polished with great care. The floor had been swept and polished, her books organized, her potions and alchemy materials neatly stored in the cabinets, and not a stray of dust was visible.

Noticing her, the boys froze. Awkward silence settled between them. Ava raised an eyebrow, her eyes darting around the house, examining every detail. Finally, Cael cleared his throat, walking towards her.

“Morning, sparrow! Uh, why don’t you take a seat?” he led her to the table, pushing down on her shoulders.

“Did you sleep well, milady?” Casavir set a blue china plate before her, earning an irritated glare from the Forsworn.

“Uh, yeah, I guess.”

“How’s that wound? I should change the bandages…”

“Milady, would you like mead or milk? Oh, there’s also some wine…”

“My sparrow, I remember you had to do some tasks for the Jarl, but Casavir, Bishop and I can take care of it. You should rest for today…”

“Ok, wait. What the hell is going on?”

Casavir and Cael exchanged looks before looking at Bishop, where he still stood stirring at the cookpot. Ava raised an eyebrow, shifting to face him fully. Bishop rolled his eyes and scratched the back of his neck, approaching hesitantly.

“Um…look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

Ava stared at him for a few seconds before rising from her seat. She stood in front of Bishop, staring into his golden eyes. He avoided her gaze, studying the tip of his boots. Ava smirked and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. Her action made Casavir’s and Cael’s jaws drop. She could feel Bishop tense in her embrace, his arms suspended awkwardly in the air. She pulled back and embraced the other two men.

“You’re all idiots! But you’re my idiots, and I’m glad you decided to stick with me.”

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drabbletrashcan · 5 years ago

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Fury

In all honesty, Mari had no idea how she got into this situation. One minute she was walking peacefully down the darkened road along with Alyn, Giles, Leo and Louis, the next they were shoved in a dimly lit alleyway, their mouths covered and being rendered immobile. To her horror she watched as her unknown attackers had completely decimated the four men. Alyn was nearly unconscious, Leo had at least three broken ribs and was bleeding profusely from his head. Giles had his arm bent at an impossible angle, and when he had been punched, Mari heard a sickening crack. Louis’ hair and face were caked in blood and had been kicked in the stomach countless times. Her mysterious assailants then turned to her, snickering.

“Don’t you…dare…touch her,” Alyn managed to wheeze out, stretching his hand towards her. Leo, Giles and Louis perked up, struggling to get to Mari before their attackers did. All that resulted in was a swift blow to the head.

“Hello there, your majesty,” one of the men sneered at her, giving her a mocking bow. Mari curled her lips in anger and disgust, struggling against the person holding her from behind. “No reason to struggle, sweetheart, we’ll play nice.”

The men surrounded her, laughing maliciously. She could faintly hear the four men’s weak protests.

And in that moment, her vision was clouded by red.

With strength she never knew she had, she tore away from the man holding her down and decked him in the face. He fell to the ground, dizzy. Spinning around she brought her leg up, driving her heel in the man’s stomach. He gasped for air and fell down, struggling to keep down his dinner. The first man grabbed her from behind. She flailed around. She brought up her arm and drove her elbow in his stomach. She spun and grabbed his head. She smashed his face into the stone wall. He collapsed to the ground, blood pooling around his head. As the second man got up, Mari threw several powerful punches at him. Before he had time to react, she delivered a strong roundhouse to the side of his face. He was done.

Mari paused, breathing heavily, looking down at her defeated opponents. She looked up at her remaining attacker. The man froze before quickly bringing his fists up, his muscles tensed. Mari stepped towards him slowly, resembling a predator. She stopped in front of the man, a few inches away from his face.

“Lay one finger on my boys, and I will tear you apart.”

Mari’s voice surprised even herself. It didn’t sound like her voice. It was darker, intimidating even. Apparently, it worked. The man stumbled backwards, horrified, and turn and ran. Mari blinked before turning to Giles, Louis, Alyn and Leo. All of them had shocked looks plastered on their faces.

“Oh, god, we need to get you all a doctor,” Mari rushed to their side, examining their wounds.

Mari walked into the medical wing of the castle, carrying a basket full of delicious food. The four men had recovered fast, and thankfully there was no permanent damage. As soon as they saw the food, they practically started drooling. Mari rolled her eyes at their childish behavior, giggling, nonetheless. As they dug into the food and talked, Alyn eyed her curiously before asking the question that was on everyone’s mind.

“Your Majesty?”

“Yeah?”

“If I may, how the hell did you manage to beat those guys into a bloody pulp? I know you have been trained in martial arts, but to my knowledge you only have basic training.”

By now, Giles, Louis and Leo had stopped eating, staring intently at her. Mari cleared her throat nervously, playing with a strand of hair.

“Well, to be completely honest, I don’t even remember what I did. All I remember is seeing red in front of my eyes. Like, I was furious. And from there it’s all fuzzy.”

The men exchanged glances before bursting into laughter. Mari raised an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?”

“My Lady,” Giles giggled, “if we ever go to war, all we need to do is bring you out on the battlefield. The enemy won’t stand a chance.”

Mari pushed him, pouting, only sending the men in another fit of laughter.

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drabbletrashcan · 5 years ago

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Desires (unfinished)

Slumping over his desk, Asena hid his blushing face. For the past few days, his imagination had been running wild. Every time, it involved Erika. This never happened before, and frankly he was disappointed in himself for having such lewd thoughts. But he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way his tongue would make her scream out in pleasure, the way her thighs would quiver, how the only word she would know would be his name. Turning her into a wet, loud mess-

He slammed his hand against the desk, quickly standing up. He strode over to the window, letting the cool summer breeze brush against him. A knock sounded from his door.

“Come in.”

“Asena?” her soft voice resounded. Asena’s eyes widened and he spun to meet her gaze. A stifled gasp escaped her lips. Summers in Turkiye could get extremely hot, a fact which Asena absolutely hated right about now. The shorts she was wearing exposed her long, toned legs. The white tank top clung to her body, showing off some cleavage as well. Asena brought his hand up to his face, covering his blush.

“What’s up with you?” she raised an eyebrow as she pecked him on the cheek, offering him an ice cream. “Since it’s hot as fuck, I thought you’d like some ice cream!”

“Uh…y-yeah, good thinking, thanks, love.”

Erika plopped herself in a chair, draping her legs over the armrest. “So, what are you working on?”

“Oh, just basic stuff that bore me to death.”

“Oh god, I’d rather shoot myself in the head while getting fucked in the ass than do paperwork.”

Asena laughed. Erika always had a vulgar way of talking when it was just her and Asena and Isuka. The girl had no filter at all. It was one of the things that Asena liked about her.

Especially in bed…

There he went again. He barely managed to cover up his moan, making Erika raise an eyebrow.

“Asena…you ok?”

“Y-yeah, just fine…”

“You don’t look like you’re fine.” Finishing her ice cream, she stood up, walking over to Asena and putting a hand on his forehead. Meanwhile, Asena was face to face with her voluptuous chest. The way she gasped when he teased her breasts were his favorite sound.

Asena was reaching his limit, but he didn’t want to go against Erika’s wishes. Maybe she wasn’t in the mood. Maybe she’d think he was a pervert if he told her all he could think about was how good it felt when he would pound into her.

Erika snapped him out of his trance as she snapped her fingers in front of him. “Hello? Anyone there? Seriously, what’s going on with you? You keep spacing out all the time lately.”

She turned and walked back to her seat, giving him a nice view of her ass. Oh, god, the things he would do to that cute little ass.

That was it.

He stood up, slamming her against the wall. She let out a gasp of surprise as he attacked her lips, towering over her figure. He pinned her arms over her head, biting her lower lip softly.

“Erika, I have a confession,” he whispered between kisses. “All I can think about lately is you. I want you. I need you.”

Before she could utter a reply, he started grinding his hips into hers as he trailed kisses down her jawline, to her neck. She let out a soft moan, a light blush on her cheeks. She loved it when he became dominant like this. She put her hands on his chest, pushing lightly.

“What if someone comes in?”

“Then we lock the fucking door,” Asena answered lowly, his eyes darkening with lust.

Erika felt her knees getting weak. She always enjoyed this side of her husband. Asena’s hands found their way to Erika’s tank top, tugging at the hem. She raised her arms above her, Asena all but ripping it off her. He trailed soft kisses from her jaw down to her collarbone, nipping at her skin.

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drabbletrashcan · 5 years ago

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Payday Crossover (unfinished)

“…it seems the notorious criminal gang known as ‘Payday’ has made its return…’

Rey’s eyes widened, almost dropping the glass cup she was holding. In front of her, Claude sighed deeply as he turned the TV down, throwing the remote carelessly on the couch.

“All you ever hear about are scandals and problems. Media only care about the stuff that gets them more publicity, I guess.”

“…yeah…guess so…” Rey slowly put the cup down, heading towards the door. Claude turned towards her, raising an eyebrow.

“Babe? Where you going?”

“I, uh, forgot my laptop in the office. I’ll be right back, love.”

She closed the door behind her, leaning against the wall to support herself. Back when she was living in Romania, back when she was part of Payday, she had been caught by the authorities. But it seemed like some divine being was watching over her. She had been offered the chance to work with the police force to capture the rest of the members. It was either that or death, and honestly, she would rather live.

Unfortunately, they had managed to capture only two other members, even with her help. For some reason though, Payday had suddenly disappeared. After five years, she decided it was time to settle down and live a normal life. She always wanted a small apartment just to herself. So, she was allowed to leave. A few years later she met Claude. Rey had put her former ways behind her, blocking out the memories of her criminal days. Neither Claude nor anyone else would have to know about it. But now, she had a feeling she would be forced to revisit her past.

Rey’s suspicions had been proven right a few weeks later. Flanelia was terrorized after a recent attack at the one and only First World Bank, located about 45 minutes away from the castle. It seems the gang had moved to Flanelia. Claude had been stressing all day trying to figure out a solution to this problem. Currently, he was talking to the head of the police force, trying to come up with a plan.

It was already late when Rey decided she had had enough. Slowly entering the room where Claude and Simon Verundi had talked all day, both men stopped and turned towards her.

“I can help you figure this out,” Rey said slowly, picking her words.

Claude furrowed his brow while Simon simply stared at her.

“…and how exactly could you help up, Your Majesty?” Simon asked.

“I can help you figure out where they’ll strike next and what exact moves they’ll make…” she paused and looked at Claude with a steel glance, “because I used to be a Payday member.”

Silence settled over them. Claude’s face morphed from shock to confusion to anger before looking down. Simon simply stared at her, frozen. Rey shifted uncomfortably, playing with her hands. Right now, she wished she could simply disappear. The expression on Claude’s face was enough to bring her to the brink of tears. But this was one of the few ways the situation could be handled, and it was the easiest and quickest way as well. Many lives depended on her move.

It seemed like hours before Simon finally sent her a nod, gathering his things.

“Um…thank you, Your Majesty. I wish to see you tomorrow at the station, preferably I the morning. We must…um…discuss our strategies…” he looked from her to Claude, scurrying to the door. “I’ll, uh, see myself out. Good evening.”

The door slammed shut, and immediately Rey felt that she couldn’t breathe. She didn’t dare look at her husband, suddenly becoming very interested in the rug’s design. Had it always been so intricate?

Claude threw the pen he was holding to the floor, combing through his blond hair. His eyes finally snapped to Rey and he stepped towards her, his usually warm cerulean eyes had become icy cold.

“Rey.”

“…yes?” she finally squeaked out.

“Rey, fucking look at me.”

It took every ounce of strength to gaze up at the love of her life staring down at her with such a hard glare. She crossed her arms and turned to the window.

“How long were you planning on keeping this a secret, Rey?” Claude inquired, standing still.

Rey scoffed and whirled to face him, tears threatening to spill. “Um, forever? Why would I tell you, Claude? What for? Tell me, what fucking good would it have made if I had told you?! Please, explain.”

“I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t tell me this! Don’t you trust me? You can’t keep something like this hidden away!”

“Oh, really?! Because last I checked, either I’m crazy, or I kept this shit away for the past few years! Fascinating, isn’t it, how that’s possible.” Rey turned back to the window, furiously wiping her tears. “I-I just…I just wanted to live a normal life. I wanted to put all of this bullshit behind me and start over. I never wanted to bring it up again. Funny, how the world just decides to say ‘fuck off’ and screw you over.”

Silence swept over them again. She sighed in exasperation and made for the door. Claude wrapped his hand around her wrist, pulling her to him.

“…look, I’m sorry. I’m an idiot, I know. I just…was extremely shocked by the fact that…you…look, you’re right, you didn’t have to tell me. It’s a different lifetime. But…please don’t get involved in this. Please.”

Rey offered him a sad smile, bringing his large hand to her lips, placing them on his knuckles. “I’m afraid I have to. No one knows these people better than I do. The lives of your—our people depend on it.”

Claude stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. She was wearing a uniform similar to the SWAT uniform, her hair tied up, out of the way. She was reloading a gun and speaking to Simon, going over the plan. It had been a bit over a month after Payday’s last attack and finally, they struck again. This time they had broken in one of the most renowned companies in Flanelia, even the world. Most definitely they were after the huge vault full of jewels and more money than any member could think of. The mastermind behind this: Brett, a man with so much influence and power in the crime society that it was a bit scary and an honor to work under him. Even though she had quit, Rey never ceased holding a bit of admiration for the man.

She turned, her lilac eyes meeting Claude’s gaze. She sent him a half smile, dismissing Simon and approaching her worried husband. The blond hesitantly reached for her gloved hand, placing a chaste kiss on the palm of her hand before circling her waist and capturing her lips. She cupped his face, basking in the feeling. Both of them refused to admit it, but this could very well be the last time they would see each other.

Claude pulled away and leaned his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes lovingly. “Please, for the love of all that is holy, be careful and come back safe. I will even switch tea duty for the rest of my life, please just be careful.”

“Woah there, cowboy, that’s a very important tradition you’re talking about. How could you possibly survive without me making you tea every morning?”

Claude stuck his tongue out at her, giggling.

“I swear to God, I’ll do it.”

“I’m so holding you up to that when I get back, you know.”

They slowly let go, last words of encouragement leaving Claude’s lips as Rey stepped onto the military helicopter waiting. She sent him one last kiss before putting her helmet on and slamming the doors shut.

Claude ran back to observatory room, filled with screens and radios. He could see and hear what every soldier, including Rey could, and could communicate with them. He took deep breaths, trying to calm down and not disturb the staff.

Rey eyed the building down below, her heart thundering in her chest. They were preparing to rappel down onto the rooftop and go from there. She had briefed her teammates before on what to expect and what to look for. Finally, they were in position. She took in a deep breath, stepping near the edge of the helicopter next to the other soldiers.

Jump.

Quickly unhooking the rope, she pulled out her gun, aiming in front of her. She kicked down the door and bolted down the stairs. The rest of the soldiers followed close by. The building was huge, with exactly 104 floors. It towered high above Flanelia. The vault was on the last floor. As she and the soldiers infiltrated the building, she scanned her surroundings. Far below her she could hear gunshots. They still hadn’t arrived. There were no guards around her, probably left to fight against the gang. Simon’s voice rang in her earpiece.

“Your Majesty, we managed to hack into one of their communications systems. I’ll link you right now.” There was silence for a few moments before static filled her ear. Then she heard that oh so familiar voice.

“—better tread carefully. Rey, a former Payday member, is actually queen of Flanelia. She was captured a few years ago by the authorities and somehow became one of them. Damn good heister as well. Her aim was as accu—“

“Ok, Brett, we get it. Get to the fucking point.”

“What about her, Brett?”

“Well, just be careful. It’s possible she could have spilled the beans and joined an assault team. I’m telling you just in case, so be on your toes. By the way, you’re approaching the top floor. It looks like there’s a SWAT team up there already.”

Rey and her team had reached the vault by then, searching for any movement.

“They’ll be here very soon,” she said to her team. “I want to unload on them. Shields, make sure they don’t even come close to you. Dozers, lay back until I tell you to move in.”

This was the point of no return.

She could hear faint footsteps approaching from the dim hallway leading to the vault. The team of shields created a barrier between them and the gang, leaving small spaces where one could shoot through. Taking in a deep breath, she aimed at the empty hallway, her finger on the trigger. Soon enough, her former gang rounded the corner. They still wore the ridiculous, almost mocking masks.

“Fire! Everything you’ve got!”

“Shit! Take cover guys!”

“Is that Rey?”

“Yes, so if we’re not careful, we’re fucked.”

“Damn, she that good?”

“One of the best.”

Rey smirked, continuing to fire at the wall. They had taken cover behind the concrete corner, firing blindly. Rey gave the order to advance slowly, keeping up the barrage of bullets.

“They’re moving in. Hoxton!”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.”

A smoke bomb landed right in front of Rey. Before she could even warn the rest, her vision was blinded by smoke. She coughed heavily, choking.

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drabbletrashcan · 5 years ago

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Car Crash

Horrible metallic screeches were heard from the speaker. Isuka’s eyes widened, screaming her name into the phone over and over again. Kayla never answered back. She was on her way back home, driving down the highway, laughing at some stupid joke Isuka had just told her, when he heard her gasp. Tires screeching. Loud crashes and bangs. Dead silence.

Exactly an hour later he got a phone call from a hospital, informing him his wife was in a coma. She had just gotten out of surgery. She was struck by a truck, driven by a drunk idiot. The bastard didn’t even have a scratch. Isuka rushed to the hospital, informing Asena on his way there.

He stumbled into the reception, fixing the receptionist with a pleading gaze.

“My wife! Where is she?!”

She recognized him immediately and quickly had someone lead him to Kayla’s room. As he entered, the sight broke his heart. He felt as if someone had knocked the air out of him. She was laying on the bed, wrapped in bandages, hooked up to a heart rate monitor and an IV. He knelt next to her, extending a trembling hand towards her face.

The nurse, who had just finished changing her bloody head bandage left the room, leaving them alone.

“Kayla…” Isuka’s voice trembled. “Oh, my god…please wake up soon…”

“Her skull is broken, and she’s suffered a severe concussion. She has three broken ribs, two broken arms and one broken leg. She’s also suffered a lot of internal damage. I’m…sorry, but…her chances of survival are extremely low.”

Asena supported Isuka. He gently sat him down as the doctor walked away. Isuka started to tremble violently, soft sobs racking his body. Asena laid a hand on his shoulder, not knowing exactly what to say in a situation like this. He hated that he couldn’t do anything, he hated that he wasn’t able to help in any way. All he could do was pray that Kayla would be fine.

Isuka rushed at an almost inhuman speed down the street towards the hospital. He had left for a few hours to take care of some stupid documents when he received a phone call informing him that Kayla had woken up. It had been two months since the car crash, and she was finally awake. Swinging the front doors open and climbed up the stairs, not having the patience to wait for the goddamn elevator. He arrived at his wife’s room out of breath, bending over has he gasped for air.

The remaining nurses left the room, but not before one of them grasped his arm.

“Be careful with her, she’s in a very fragile state right now.”

Isuka looked after her before approaching the bed, where Kayla looked at him confused.

“Kayla,” Isuka breathed, relieved. He felt tears starting to form. “You’re finally awake…”

“…yeah…how long was I out?”

“Two fucking months, Jesus,” Isuka let out a shaky laugh.

Kayla nodded in deep though, before turning to look at Isuka. She searched his face for a few moments before tilting her head to the side.

“Sorry…but who exactly are you?”

“She doesn’t remember you?!”

“No, she remembers everything…except me…”

“Jesus, Isuka…I’m so sorry.”

Isuka nodded before gulping down the rest of his whiskey. He ordered another glass, starting to feel dizzy. The barista reluctantly poured him some more, sending Asena a concerned glance.

“Hey, easy with the drinks!”

Isuka glared at his friend, finishing his drink in one gulp and standing up. Heading outside towards the car, Asena followed and quickly drove him home. The next day Isuka headed straight to the hospital. As he walked into her room, she sent him a bright smile.

“Hey there, Isuka!”

Forcing a smile, he combed through his silver hair. They spent the afternoon chatting, not once mentioning the elephant in the room. Just as he was about to leave, Kayla grabbed his arm, looking up at him.

“Hey…uh…can you tell me…who exactly are you? You seemed surprised when I said I don’t remember.”

Hesitating, Isuka sent her a tiny smile. “Nah, I’m not telling. You’re going to find out sooner or later.”

Please remember, please, he thought as he quickly turned and walked out. Tears threatened to fall again, and he desperately rubbed at his eyes, ignoring the stares he was receiving. His gaze was empty as he drove home. Collapsing onto the bed, he stared up at the ceiling.

He was alone.

Heavy sobs racked his body, his chest heaving up and down. It hurt. Oh, god, it hurt so much. His sobs turned into pained yells, his tears staining the sheets. Why the hell did this happen to him. Why? What had he done to deserve this? He missed her so much, her loving touch, her soft, shy kisses, her god awful jokes, the way she always cuddled close to him as she was about to doze off, the feeling of her body against his. She couldn’t even remember his name. It hurt so much.

Isuka felt exhausted. His eyes were red and puffy, tears still drying on his cheeks. His eyelids felt heavy. Slowly he drifted off to sleep.

A few months ago, Kayla had been admitted out of the hospital. She had recovered just fine, but she still had amnesia. The doctors had told him that there was nothing they could do. There was a slim chance of her recovering her memories in time, but it was highly unlikely. All Isuka could do was hope.

Trudging up the stairs to their shared apartment, Isuka rubbed his crimson eyes. It was already late and all he wanted to do was sleep. Kayla was surely asleep by now. Quietly opening the front door, he was met with darkness. Feeling around the wall, he guided himself to his bedroom. Opening the door, he was surprised to find Kayla sitting on his bed. Since she didn’t remember him, she slept in the guest room.

“Kayla…? What’s wrong?”

She turned towards him, her plump lips curled into a soft smile. Her hair fell over her shoulders, the light casting shadows on her face. She looked so beautiful.

“Isuka…my love,” Isuka was wide awake now, staring surprised at her. “That’s what I used to call you, right? I would call you my love, you would call me your babe. I would kiss you, you would pick me up and rush in here. We spent so many nights together. I acted so shy, but the truth was I couldn’t wait for you to come home and make love to me.”

She lifted herself off the bed, strolling towards Isuka’s frozen figure. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips ghosting over his.

“I remember everything. I’m sorry I kept you waiting, my love.”

Isuka burst into tears, embracing her tightly, burying his face into the crook of her neck. She lovingly traced circles on his back, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

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