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Sins excerpt

The start of a story I’ll eventually finish one day.

Falling from Heaven had to have been the most boring thing Lucifer had ever experienced in his very long and immortal life. After the pain from having his wings stripped from him dulled, he had an immense amount of time to just think and that in and of itself was boring. He had already lived for hundreds of years and in that time he had done many unspeakable things, but finally he crossed the line he had been trying to for a century. Had he of known that it would resulted in falling down a black hole for what felt like ages he might of came up with a better plan to be expelled from Heaven but what was done was done and he couldn’t go back now. The only way to go it seemed, was down.

He couldn’t find an end to the black abyss and he had no way to speed up his fall. So he fell, and fell, and, big surprise, fell some more. It felt like nearly a decade had passed before the air around him changed and then a light blinded him. He closed his eyes and shielded his face as he finally reached the end of the tunnel and tumbled to the ground. Thankfully, he landed on something soft. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around him. He was in unfamiliar territory and that was saying a lot since he had visited almost every nook and cranny of Earth. Had God sent him into space somewhere? That made no sense seeing as to how there was air and gravity. He had to be on Earth somewhere. Then he looked under him to see what, or better yet, who, he had landed on. He laughed.

“Hello brother. Thanks for the soft landing,” Lucifer said as he stood up, earning a glare from the blond man he had landed on.

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Copper

I don’t know why I did this but I did. It’s not happy, it’s sad. it’s so fucking heart wrenching and sad. I made myself cry as I wrote it. I’ve never cried over my own words. I just.. started typing and it all poured out.  Read at your own risk. It is depressing and sad.

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Will you...

Mal paced his entire room, his brother shooting him concerned glances through the crack of his open door. He had been like that all day, never straying more than inches from his phone and jumping every time it went off. He had been on edge, not that he would openly admit it. He had done the hard part, asking Traf to meet him for dinner. That had been in the morning, it was now past noon and he was not prepared in the least. He needed to shower, go buy the food, clean the house, and kick his brother out for a few hours.

Had he done any of that yet? No, he was stuck pacing his room, a ball of nerves. It wasn’t until his brother, Cheese, finally barged into his room that he kicked his ass in gear. Cheese offered to clean the house while he went out to buy the groceries. Mal hugged him, throwing on a jacket before flying out the door. He climbed behind the wheel of his Mustang, gunning the engine and flooring it.

He was so set on the task as hand that he had missed the cop sitting on the side of the road. He was sure he was going to be pulled over for going well over double the speed limit. However, no lights flashed behind him and he could only chalk it up to luck. He tore down the streets, whipping into a parking spot and sprinting into the store. He grabbed a basket, throwing in everything he could possibly need. He had just picked up a bottle of wine when he passed the flowers. He backtracked, going through them until he found the perfect bouquet. He added them to his loot and checked out. He threw the bags in the passenger floorboard, carefully setting the flowers on the seat.

He took off again, stopping by the dry cleaners to pick up the clothes he had dropped off the previous day. His final stop before home was a small bakery where he picked up a beautiful chocolate cake and a dozen white chocolate dipped strawberries. Having everything for the night, he raced home, careful not to take the same way as not to try his luck. He screeched into the driveway, parking crooked but not even noticing. He grabbed the food, carrying it inside before making another trip outside to collect his clothes and roses.

Cheese was just finishing up his cleaning as Mal walked in with his second armful. Cheese took the flowers, putting them in some water but taking the cake and strawberries to put them in the fridge.

“Go, shower, I’ll start cooking,” his younger brother shoved him in the direction of his room.

“Thank you,” Mal said, sincerely meaning it.

He raced to the shower, stripping on the way there. He was naked before he even opened the door to his bathroom. He turned on the water, taking one of the quickest showers of his life. He washed, scrubbing himself clean before jumping back out, wrapping a towel around his waist and using another to dry his hair. He shoved a toothbrush in his mouth as he tried to style his hair at the same time. Realizing that he couldn’t do both at the same time, he took a breath and settled for brushing his teeth before doing his hair. Once he had overcame that obstacle, he stepped back into his room to see his clothes set out on his bed. He silently thanked his brother for the hundredth time that day. He quickly slipped on his black slacks, a white button down, a black vest, and a brown tie. He was just giving himself a once over in the mirror when his brother joined him. He saw his older brother and smiled at the sight before him.

“You look nice,” Cheese told him, fixing the back of his collar.

“Thank you,” Mal said, turning around and hugging his brother.

Mal buried his face in Cheese’s neck, taking a deep breath as his brother rubbed his back.

“You are going to be fine,” the younger reassured the elder.

“But what,” Mal was cut off by his brother pulling away and looking him dead in the eye.

“No what if’s. No second guessing. No doubts. Just be yourself, you know how you feel about him, I’m sure he feels the same way. Now the lasagna is in the oven, the table is set, candles just need to be lit and wine poured. Can you handle that?” Cheese asked, looking him dead in the eye.

Mal took another breath and nodded.

“Good, now I am going to be out with a friend tonight. I’ll probably stay there tonight. Let me know if you need me,” Cheese said, giving him a final hug.

“Thank you little brother,” Mal winked, trying to clear his head.

“Go get em tiger,” Cheese laughed, taking his leave.

Mal walked to the kitchen, the smell of the food hitting him like a ton of bricks. This was really happening. It was going to happen. He checked his phone only to realize he had received a text from Traf saying he was on his way. Mal poured himself a cup of wine, drinking it in nearly one swig. Sure it wasn’t very classy but he needed something to calm his nerves. He doubled checked everything, making sure the flowers were in place, the cake was still good, and the lasagna wasn’t burning.

The doorbell ringing throughout the silent house signaled it was game time. He put on a smile, rubbing his wet palms against the fabric of his slacks before opening the door. There in front of him stood the most gorgeous man he had ever laid eyes on.

Traf stood there, his hand in his jeans pocket, a light blue button down shirt, the top two buttons undone.

“Am I underdressed?” Traf laughed, looking at Mal.

“I might be a bit overdressed,” the blond admitted, hugging the man before pulling him inside.

“It smells good,” Traf smiled, following the blond into the kitchen.

“I have some lasagna for dinner and some chocolate surprises for dessert,” Mal explained, pouring a glass of wine for Traf.

The younger man took it, tapping his glass to Mal’s before taking a sip.

“Candles? This is nice,” Traf told Mal as he inspected the table.

“It was Cheese’s touch before he left,” Mal laughed, pulling the food out of the oven.

He set the food in the middle of the table, pulling out Traf’s chair for him. Once he was seated, Mal served them both before taking a seat himself.

“This is really good,” Traf said after a few bites. “Again we have to think the little brother. He started it for me, I just made sure it didn’t catch on fire,” Mal joked.

“My compliments to the chef then,” Traf held his glass in a mock toast.

“I’ll pass them along when he comes home,” Mal said.

The two sat in silence for a while, both just enjoying each other’s presence and the food. When they were done, Mal collected the plates, tossing them in the sink before pulling out the desserts.

“Cake and strawberries, special occasion?” Traf raised his eyebrows in question.

Mal was lucky they were sitting in candlelight and it wasn’t bright enough to show the blush that crept up his neck.

“I felt like spoiling you,” Mal admitted.

He picked up a strawberry, holding it to Traf’s lips. The man opened his mouth, taking a bite of the sweet fruit. He licked his lips, never taking his eyes off Mal. The blond finished the strawberry before taking Traf’s hand and pulling him up into his arms.

The two stayed wrapped in eachothers arms, swaying to music that only they could hear. After a bit Mal pulled away, kissing the top of Traf’s head before holding up his finger to signal he would be right back.

Traf stood there confused as Mal vanished into his room. When the blond came back he had a bouquet of red roses in his hand. Traf looked at him, wondering what was going on. The blond stopped right in front of Traf, reaching up with his free hand to caress the man’s beautiful face.

He smiled sweetly at Traf, holding up the roses and looking him dead in the eyes.

“Traf, will you be in a relationship with me?” Mal asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

The raven haired man stood there in shock, unsure if he had heard right. After a moment of silence, Mal grew worried. He was just about to open his mouth to speak when Traf threw himself into the blond’s arms, causing him to drop the flowers in surprise.

“Yes,” Traf breathed out, kissing the blond.

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Fluffy Times

Mal had just gotten off work, shooting Traf a quick text before climbing into his car to drive home. He turned up the radio, knowing he was going to be stuck in traffic for the next hour and a half because of stupid rush hour traffic. Lucky for him the radio was playing good music and the drive didn’t seem so long. By the time he got home, he was ready to get out of his stuffy car and take a shower.

In his haste he forgot his phone, which was lighting up with a call. He threw his jacket over his shoulder and made his way inside. He tossed the jacket over the couch before heading into his room to grab a change of clothes before turning on the hot water. He stripped down, climbing under the warm water. He let it relax his muscles, letting out a sigh after his long day. He took his time washing up, it wasn’t until the water started running cold that he finally shut it off to climb out. He toweled off,  throwing on a pair of sweats and comfortable black v neck. He draped his damp towel over his shoulder and padded into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge. He was just about to find something to eat when there was a frantic knock on the door.

He walked to the front door, checking the peephole to see a very worried Traf. The blond opened the door only to nearly be tackled in the process.

“Traf, whoa, what’s up?” Mal asked as the raven-haired man half hearted pounded his chest.

“You didn’t answer me and I thought something happened to you,” Traf said, causing Mal to pull him close.

“I forgot my phone in the car when I got home,” he admitted. “Plus you are always on my ass about texting and driving,” the blond laughed, causing Traf to glare at him.

“This isn’t funny you fucking dick. I was worried.”

Mal kissed his forehead, pulling Traf closer. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Traf wrapped his arms around the blond and they stood there in silence, their breaths coming out in sync.

“Forgive me?” Mal asked, pulling away a bit to look Traf in the eyes.

“This time. Next time I’m going to be really mad at you,” he mumbled, causing Mal to let out a small laugh.

“I promise it won’t happen again love. How about I cook us some dinner and we watch a movie?” he suggested.

Traf nodded. Mal took his hand and led him to the kitchen.

“What do you want?” the blond asked as he looked through the fridge. Traf shrugged. “Well that’s a lot of help,” he said as he pulled out random things. “Chicken salad? It’s quick and easy.” Mal suggested.

Traf just nodded again, jumping up to sit on the counter. He watched as Mal finished collecting what he needed for dinner.

“Well you’re a lot of help,” the blond teased.

“I’m enjoying the view,” Traf respond. “The only thing that could make this better was if you were on the menu.”

Mal turned away, pretending to look for something in the fridge as he felt his face heat up. He took a few deep breaths before closing the door and setting to work. The blond threw the chicken in a pan, seasoning it before turning his attention to the vegetables.

“Still just admiring the view?” Mal asked, turning to Traf.

“It grows more delicious by the second,” Traf winked, causing Mal to shake his head but he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

He quickly finished their dinner, Traf finally moving off the counter to set the table. They ate in a comfortable silence, their knees touching under the table with a few stolen glances here and there.

When they had eaten their fill, they cleaned the kitchen together before finding their way to the living room to pick a movie. The raven haired man picked up the first Avengers as the blond picked up Civil War.

They both looked at each other, neither backing down from their choice.

“Coin flip,” Mal suggested, fishing one out of his pocket. “Call it.”

The coin flipped through the air. “Heads,” Traf called.

The blond caught it, peaking under his hand. He looked defeated and Traf knew he had won. He practically skipped over to Mal, kissing the tip of his nose before putting his movie.

“I’ll get the popcorn,” Mal offered, disappearing into the kitchen as Traf got the movie ready and found some blankets.

By the time Mal returned, Traf was already wrapped up under the blankets on the couch.

“You look like a little burrito,” Mal teased.

“You gonna eat me?” Traf shot back.

“Maybe for dessert later,” the blond winked, putting the popcorn on the table, joining Traf on the couch.

Traf waited until Mal had propped his legs up on the coffee table and sat the popcorn next to them before laying back across the lap, this time resting his head in the blond’s lap. Mal adjusted a bit so he could rest a hand on Traf’s arm, the other playing with his hair. They hit play, starting the movie. Within seconds of the movie starting they were already taking turns quoting it.

It wasn’t until the final battle that Mal realized Traf had been quiet for a while. He stopped playing with his hair and looked down to see the man on his lap sleeping peacefully. He smiled to himself, leaning down he gently kissed his cheek. The blond reached forward, turning off the TV. He picked up Traf’s head, carefully laying him back down. He put the popcorn in the kitchen before walking back to the living room to collect Traf. He pulled the blanket off the sleeping man before placing a hand under his legs and his head, lifting him up easily. Traf snuggled into Mal’s chest, wrapping his arms around the elders neck.

He walked into his room, placing Traf down on the bed. The raven haired man stirred, tugging at his shirt. Mal got the hint, deftly unbuttoning it. Traf tugged it off, tossing it on the floor as Mal pulled his own shirt over his head. He climbed into bed, pulling Traf to him. The man snuggled into his chest, kissing his neck. He let out a content sigh, draping a leg over Mal to get as close to him as possible. The blond smiled down at the sleeping man on his chest feeling at peace with the world. He closed his eyes, drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

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The next morning Mal woke up to an empty bed. He rubbed his eyes, looking around to see Traf’s shirt on the floor. That was when he heard the water in the bathroom turn on. He climbed out of bed, padding into his bathroom to see Traf brushing his teeth. He walked up behind the man and wrapped his arms around his naked waist, kissing his neck.

Traf smiled around his toothbrush, handing Mal his. They both worked around each other, brushing their teeth.

“Morning,” Mal said as he pinned Traf against the counter.

The younger man looked up at him, raising his eyebrow in expectation. He jumped on the counter, wrapping his legs around the blond to pull him closer.

“Good morning,” he breathed against Mal’s lips. He kissed the blond, allowing his tongue entrance as he flicked it against his lips. However, the kiss didn’t last long as Traf pulled away. “I need to shower,” he informed Mal.

“I’ll get your clothes,” the blond said. “You know where where the towels are.”

With that, Mal left Traf to shower as he collected a pair of boxers and sweats from the drawer he had set aside for his boyfriend. He tossed them on the bed before going into the kitchen to make them a quick breakfast. He placed their food on the table before heading back into his room. He could hear the shower still running so he sat on the edge of the bed, falling back on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

The water turned off but Mal didn’t bother looking up. He heard Traf get dressed and he felt the bed dip. His view was blocked by a glistening man. He smiled up at the gorgeous sight, reaching up to run his fingers through his wet raven hair. Traf smiled down at him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“You’re gorgeous,” Mal told the man.

“I’m also yours,” Traf responded.

“I know,” Mal said with a smirk.

“I’m sorry, I thought we were stating the obvious,” Traf teased with a sparkle in his eyes.

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Desert

Malcolm had just finished drying up the dishes when he heard a noise behind him. The blond turned around, seeing Traf standing there, in nothing but  a necklace. Mal’s eyes lit up at the sight before him.

“How about some dessert?” Traf asked, smirking at Mal.

The blonde licked his lip, shutting off the water before backing the raven-haired boy against the wall. The blond kissed Traf, making his way from his lips to his neck. Traf threw his head back, wrapping his arms around Mal’s neck as he assaulted his neck.

“Room,” Mal murmured, sparing no time in picking up Traf. He wrapped his legs around the blond and nibbled on his pierced ear.

Traf was carried into Mals room and dropped on the bed. Mal pulled his shirt off over his head as Traf fumbled around for the lube in the drawer next to the bed. He was about to start stretching himself when Mal climbed between his legs and grabbed his hard cock, kissing the tip.Traf dropped the lube, his fingers clinging to the sheets as Mal took him into his mouth. The blond took all of Traf in, moaning around his member.

“Ahh,” Traf moaned, gripping the sheets tighter.

Mal looked up at Traf as he sucked him.

“Mal,” Traf whispered, getting cut off as the blond started teasing his hole.

Traf couldn’t take it, he wrapped his fingers in Mal’s blond hair. Mal teased the tip a bit before kissing his thighs and nipping his hips. He kissed his way up Traf’s chest, stopping to take one of the hard buds between his teeth. Mal slipped a finger in just as he nipped the bud. The raven haired boy let out a moan, clawing at Mal’s back.

“You like that?” Mal whispered, blowing on Traf’s wet nipple, sending a chill down the man’s spine.  

Traf only whimpered in response, nodding his head.

“Good,” Mal murmured as he made his way back between Traf’s legs.

The blond removed his finger from inside Traf to stroke the man. He slicked his fingers with Traf’s precum before stopping to push two fingers into him. Mal reached up with her other hand, resting it on Traf’s chest as he took his full length in. The blond scissored his fingers inside the younger man as he swirled his tongue around the tip, coaxing him closer to his orgasim.

“More,” Traf pleaded.

“As you wish,” the blond said, licking his lips.

He added a third finger, grazing a little bundle of nerves, causing Traf to cry out in pleasure. The blond smirked up at him before trailing his hand down Traf’s chest to wrap it around his throbbing member. He slowly stroked him, teasing his prostate to see just how much he could tease the man under him before he gave in.

Traf bit his lip, squeezing his eyes shut trying not to give Mal what he wanted. It was hard seeing as to how he could feel his stomach muscles tightening.

“Dammit!” Traf finally gave in. “Please.” Malcolm slowed his strokes, instead using his tongue to bring Traf over the edge. The raven haired man bucked his hips, letting out a cry as he came all over Malcolm’s face. His nails dug into the blond’s arms as he rode out his high. Mal licked his lips, savoring the taste of Traf’s salty seed.

As his breathing returned to normal, the blond reached for the dropped lube, popping it open and pouring some into the palm of his hand. He rubbed it on himself, winking at Traf. Mal grabbed Traf’s legs, lifting them as he climbed between them. The raven haired man took the hint, wrapping his legs around Mal’s shoulders, crossing his ankles behind his blond head.

Malcolm lined himself up, slowly pushing his way in. Traf moaned as he took all of Mal in. The blond waited, allowing the man under him to adjust to his size before he pulled out and shoved back in.

Traf reached around, wrapping a hand in Mal’s hair to pull him down to kiss him. He licked the blond’s lips, tasting himself on them. He smiled before slightly shifting to lick Mal’s cheek, tasting more of himself. Mal nudged Traf back, sucking on his bottom lip before taking it between his teeth and biting it.

Traf wrapped his free hand around Mal’s bicep, nails digging in as the blond set a quicker pace. Traf ground his hips down, using his body to plead the man to go faster. Mal obliged, picking up his speed. Traf moaned into the kiss, grinding his hips against Mal with every thrust. He slightly shifted, adjusting himself so that with the next thrust Mal hit his prostate.

He only got a few seconds of pleasure as Mal shifted, pulling out of the kiss to smirk at Traf. He shook his head, telling Traf he wasn’t going to give him what he wanted just yet. He slowed his place, taking his time as he nibbled on Traf’s neck.

“Mal,” Traf breathed out, scratching the back of the blond’s neck as a nibbled his jawline. Traf could feel Mal’s warm breath, sending a chill up his spine.

He squeezed the man between his legs, grinding down as he grew impatient. Mal kissed him again, shoving his tongue into his mouth before pounding harder into Traf. He cried out, breaking the kiss as the little bundle of nerves in him was assaulted with each thrust.

He cried out, throwing his head back and trying to concentrate on keeping up with Mal’s thrusts. The blond pressed their foreheads together, panting, and sweating as they neared their climax.

“Mal,” Traf whispered, letting the blond know he was close.

The blond moaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy. Traf knew neither of them would last longer and he reached down, stroking himself. Mal’s breath hitched as he hit Traf’s prostate for the last time, feeling him with his cum.

Feeling the warm substance fill him, Traf came for the second time. His seed spilling all over his hand and Mal’s stomach. Both boys shuddered, riding their highs, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

As the ecstasy wore off, Traf felt his legs turn to jello. Mal slowly pulled out, moving away to let the raven haired man’s legs stretch. The blond collapsed next to him, his heart rate finally slowing. Traf rolled over, resting his head on Mal’s chest as the blond pulled him closer.

“We should shower,” Malcolm suggested.

“Later,” Traf mumbled, already drifting off.

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Dreams

“Traf,” Malcolm moaned as the raven-haired boy positioned himself between his legs and took his throbbing member in his mouth.

The blond threw his head back in pleasure as Traf took him deeper and deeper. He sucked, hollowing out his cheeks as he did so. Malcolm wrapped his hands the Traf’s hair, forcing him to take the rest of his length in his mouth.

“Ah,” the blond moaned out, biting his lip.

Traf looked up as he sucked, giving Malcolm a look that nearly sent him over the edge. The boy between his legs was so sexy and the blond couldn’t take it much longer. Traf licked the tip, never once taking his eyes off Malcolm.

“Stop,” Malcolm rasped out, causing the raven-haired boy to look at him in confusion but did as he was told.

Malcolm reached into the drawer next to the bed, pulling out a silk rope. Traf’s eyes lit up as he held out his wrists. The blond daftly tied them together, kissing Traf. He could taste himself on the others lips but he didn’t mind.

“Knees,” Malcolm instructed.

Traf rolled over, struggling a bit to get on his hands and knees as his hands were bound but he did it. He arched his back, spreading his legs in anticipation for what was to come.

Malcolm poured some lube on his fingers, pushing one into Traf’s tight hole. The raven-haired boy jumped a bit at the cold sensation entering him but as it warmed up, he started moaning. Malcolm added a second finger, scissoring it inside of Traf.

“More,” Traf moaned, looking back at the blond.

“Your wish is my command,” he said, adding a third finger.

Malcolm stretched him, teasing his prostate before removing his fingers. The blond lubed up his hard member, lining himself with Traf’s stretched hole. The raven-haired boy was growing impatient with Malcolm’s slow pace, choosing instead to thrust his hips back as soon as he felt the tip go in. The blond placed his hands on Traf’s hips, bottoming out before slowly pulling back out to ram back into him.

Traf cried out, doing all he could to hold himself up as the blond rammed into him time and time again, purposely missing his prostate with every expert thrust.

“Malcolm,” Traf whined out. “Please,” he begged. “Please what?” the blond teased.

“Harder, faster, more,” he moaned.

Malcolm didn’t respond as he shifted a bit, hitting his prostate with his next thrust. Traf couldn’t hold himself up as the blond fucked him.

“Yes,” he cried out.

Malcolm reached around, wrapping his hand around Traf’s leaking dick to stroke him.

“Gonna.. Cum..” Traf moaned.

Before Malcolm could form a response, there was a knock on the door. He ignored it, trying to focus on the task as hand. However, it got louder, and louder.

Then the blond was jolted back to reality. He looked around the room, breathing heavily as he realized it was only a dream. Standing in the doorway was the very man he had been dreaming about.

“Mal-kun, can I sleep with you tonight?” Traf asked.

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Christmas Surprise

“You really aren’t going to the Underworld or with Hazel?” Percy asked me.

I sighed. “No. Persephone doesn’t like me and she’s already moody and Hazel is going with Frank. It’s not the first Christmas I’ve spent alone. I’ll be fine,” I tried to reassure him.

“You could come with me?” he asked hopefully.

“Perc, I love you and I love your mother but I just want to be alone,” I told him.

I watched his smile turn to a frown. I rolled my eyes.

“Puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work. I’m not going to ruin your Christmas. Just go home, celebrate, then come back to me,” I told him, gripping his chin and pulling him in for a kiss.

He giggled causing me to pull away. I raised my eyebrow in question.

“Sorry, you’ve just come out of your shell so much. I like it,” he told me, grinning at me.

I looked away, feeling a blush forming. I stood up, stretching.

“You should go before we have another incident,” I told him, curfew time steadily approaching.

“I get caught one time,” he whined. I turned and glared at him. He held up his hands in surrender. “I’m going, I’m going.”

He stole a quick kiss before ducking out the cabin door to make his way to his own. I closed the door after he left, sliding down it. I took a few deep breaths to calm my erratic heart beat. We had been together for month now but being in the presence of Percy was like being thrown in a super powered godly washing machine. He sent my head and heart spinning.

At times it still felt like dream. It had been a rough few weeks after the war and I tried to leave but Percy had caught me and stopped me. In my rage I had confessed my feelings. At first he was confused and I was sure he would let me leave. Instead he took me by surprise and pulled me into a hug. He promised me we would work things out. Sure enough we did. He had even asked me out after ending things with Annabeth. Things were awkward for a while with neither of us really having any experience with the same gender. It wasn’t until after our first kiss, which involved to much teeth, things got less awkward and we settled into a comfortable routine. He had even told his mom who accepted both of us without question. I had gone over for Thanksgiving and it was the first time since my sister had died and since I found Hazel that I felt like I had a family to belong to.

I appreciated Percy’s offer to go with him for Christmas but I didn’t want to ruin their Christmas. They had a new baby, plus Percy would be home, it was going to be a happy time for them and the last thing they needed was me being depressed. I had already resolved myself to being alone for Christmas and I was okay with that.

I climbed off the floor to quickly strip down and throw on some pajama pants and climb into bed. I made a mental note to give Jason his Christmas present before he left and to finish Percy’s. That night I drifted off to sleep with Percy on my mind.

The next morning when I woke up to a warm body next to mine, I thought it was still a dream. I cuddled closer, resting my head on his chest. It wasn’t until I heard my name that I knew it wasn’t a dream. I jumped up, the floor already splitting apart.

“Hey, calm down,” Percy cooed, reaching his hands out.

“You scared the shit out of me!” I yelled at him, taking deep breathes to calm myself.

“I’m sorry. I got lonely last night and came over, you were passed out so I snuck in,” he gave me his goofy crooked smile and I sighed.

He held out his hands, making a grabbing motion and I couldn’t help but smile. I climbed back in the bed and let him pull me to his warm chest.

“Are you really sure you don’t want to come with me? I’m leaving today,” Percy tried.

“Shh don’t ruin the mood,” I told him, silencing him with a kiss. “Just let me have this moment.”

He obliged, just holding me all morning. We didn’t say much as we skipped breakfast, no one even coming to find us. It wasn’t until afternoon that we finally untangled from each other to walk to his cabin to get his stuff.

We walked in silence to go meet his mom, who asked me to join them. I politely declined, wishing them a Merry Christmas before shadow traveling back to my cabin to sulk alone. Of course Percy knew I was going to do that and continued to text, the phone the Hermes kids snuck in and had to teach me to use, pictures of his family. I finally threw the phone on the bed and went for a walk.

I thought back to the last Christmas I was actually happy. It had felt like a lifetime ago when my sister was alive and we celebrated together. I missed her but it hurt a little less everyday. I stopped on the water’s edge, sitting down and holding my knees to my chest, resting my chin on the top of them. I sat there until the sun went down and one of the campers told me it was time for dinner. I joined them at the dining pavilion, eating at my own table for the first time in months. As soon as I was finished, I trudged back to my room, turning on some music and laying on my bed. I ignored my phone, hearing Percy’s ringtone.

At some point I had fallen asleep, it wasn’t until Hazel’s ringtone chimed that I woke up. I picked up the phone, answering it.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” she yelled over the speaker.

“What time is it?” I asked groggily.

“Nine.”

“At night?”

“In the morning! It’s Christmas sleepy head!”

She was way to happy for it to be so early.

“Merry Christmas,” I mumbled, already falling back asleep.

“What are you doing Nico?”

“I’m sleeping.” “No you’re not. Come over!” she told me.

“We have something for you,” Frank said from the background.

“No I’m fine thanks,” I mumbled. “Nico if you don’t, it will ruin my Christmas. I need you to at least stop by. I’ll send you the address,” before I could respond, she had hung up and I got a text with an andress.

I sighed, stretching before grabbing some clothes to go shower. I shot Percy a quick ‘Merry Christmas’ text to let him know I was alive then climbed in the shower. By the time I had stepped out, Hazel had text me the address along with some threatening messages if I didn’t show up.

I quickly got dressed, grabbing the necklace I had bought for her before looking up the address and melting into the shadows. Within seconds I was halfway across the globe in front of a little log cabin. I knocked on the door and it was thrown open, Hazel’s arms reaching out to hug me. “Merry Christmas!” she shouted, I hugged her back.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“A place that Frank’s family apparently left to him,” Hazel explained.

“I brought you something,” I told her, holding out the necklace.

“It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed, immediately turning around and holding up her hair for me to put it on her.

“Hey Nico,” Frank greeted.

“Hello Frank,” I said as I finished putting the necklace on my sister and stepped into the warm cabin. “What have you two been up to?”

“Well we were just exchanging gifts. A few others are supposed to show up for games,” Hazel explained as she handed me a cup of hot chocolate. “Here is your gift,” she handed me a box. “You can’t open it right now though.” I looked at her in confusion but set it off to the side as per her request. I walked to the living room, dropping down on the couch in front of the fire.

“Want to play cards?” Frank asked from his spot on the floor.

I sighed, knowing that now that I was here, Hazel wouldn’t let me leave. I nodded, rolling off the couch and onto the floor. Frank and I stayed like that for about an hour before there was a knock on the door. Jason and Piper joined us, followed by Reyna.

We sat around and played a few games while Hazel cooked enough for all of us. She passed out plates as Frank turned on the TV to a Christmas movie. About halfway through the movie, Hazel tapped me on the shoulder and handed me my box again. I was about to say something but she held her fingers to her lips to silence me. She motioned for me to follow her so I stood up, following her to the door.

“Okay you can open it now,” she told me.

I carefully pulled the wrapped away, crumbling it up and handing it to my sister before opening the little box. Inside was ring on a necklace. I pulled it out, inspecting it closer to see the initials NdA and PJ on carved into it. I quickly threw the necklace on, tucking it away inside my shirt before reaching back into the box to pull out the card. I was confused when I opened it because it wasn’t my sisters writing but Percy’s.

Merry Christmas babe. I already know that you were planning on sitting around moping so I asked your sister to force you to spend some time with her. I understand you didn’t want to ruin my Christmas, not that you could have, but I respected your wishes, for the most part. Anyway, I needed Hazel to keep you busy for my present to you. Once you read this, come back to your room. I’ll be waiting.

Perc

I looked at Hazel and she had the biggest smile on her face. I quickly hugged her before melting into the shadows and appearing immediately at my room. The first thing I noticed was the candles, followed by the roses, the last thing my eyes were drawn to was the half naked demigod with a bow wrapped around his chest.

“Merry Christmas Nico,” Percy smirked in the candle light.

“What are you doing?” I asked, feeling a heat creep up my neck.

“I just couldn’t figure out what to get you. I thought about it for weeks. Then the other day it came to me. Come get your present Nico,” Percy smirked at me suggestively.

“Percy,” I breathed out.

He didn’t give me time to think as he climbed to the edge of the bed and pulled me on top of him. I kissed him, our need for each other confusing one another. He rolled on top of me, straddling my hips.

“So do I get to unwrap my gift now?” I asked, smiling up at him.

“It has a no return policy,” he joked.

“That’s good. I plan on using it tonight anyway,” and with that, I pulled the ribbon off of him and pulled him into a kiss.

[raz-writes]

His Favorite Christmas Story

The year was 1937 December 24, I traveled the world as a dancer. I had just finished a late night practice and decided to go out for a drink. I was at one of the local bars in Delaware when I saw him. He was wearing a bright red christmas vest as he looked around nervously while his friend talked animatedly to him. I downed beer after beer, trying to convince myself to go ask him to dance with me. It wasn’t until a quarter to eleven that I finally found the courage to ask him to dance. To my surprise he said yet. I felt my heart skip a beat as I took him into my arms and danced the night away. After last call we went our separate ways. I left to my next destination, not once catching his name.

For many years I traveled, my mind always wandering back to that Christmas eve. It had been my favorite Christmas story to tell every year and as I traveled, there was always new ears to listen.

It wasn’t until I was 57 I finally retired and settled into a little place of my own. All the neighborhood kids would come to me and ask me about my travels and my life but every Christmas eve they would gather around for my favorite Christmas story. They knew it word for word yet they gather around every year to hear him say,

‘He said I met him up in Delaware in 1937

He was wearing a bright red Christmas vest

December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when I finally gained the courage to ask him to dance’.

It was over twenty years later that I was in the hospital taking my last breath that I asked the little old nurse there to tell me a Christmas story. He took me by surprise when he started his story with,

‘I met him up in Delaware in 1937’.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxPENnSuNQw

[raz-writes]

Find Eros

As I sat on the stage answering questions, I really only had one thing on my mind, Yuri Katsuki. I hoped that wherever he was that he had seen my final performance as it had been for him. I stepped into the rink that night for the final time as a competitor. No one knew that but in my heart I knew that it was the end for me. I had skated my final skate all for Yuri.

“What are you plans after this?” a reporter asked me.

I didn’t even bother with a response, I just shrugged and gave them my best smile. Lucky for me the questions were directed to Chris as he claimed he would take the gold next season. They looked to me for a response and I just laughed. When we were dismissed I smiled for the cameras and snuck out so I could go home. I skipped the banquet in favor of spending time with Makkachin.

I fed him before stripping down to take a shower. When I dried off and got dressed, I curled up on the couch with Makkachin. I was just scrolling through Instagram when a message popped up with a link to a video. I opened it up and felt my heart skip a beat. There before my very eyes on my tiny phone screen was Yuri Katsuki. It took me a moment to even realize what he was skating. If I hadn’t been in such a daze it wouldn’t have taken me so long to realize it was my very own program, the one that I had just skated myself.

I watched as he performed my piece flawlessly. It was in that moment that the memories from a year ago I had tried so hard to repress came flooding back.

—

I had seen a whole new side to Yuri that I never saw on the ice. For once he seemed confident and comfortable. I watched as he danced alone, danced with Chris, then danced with me. He seemed so sure of himself and carefree, I couldn’t help but laugh and let him take the lead. We danced and I had never felt so free or happy in my life. Watching him suffer such a hard loss and yet be so free, I wanted that, I wanted him. Then he took me by total surprise and said I would have to be his coach if he beat Yuri in a dance off.

Needless to say it wasn’t much of a battle between the Yuri’s and it ended with Katsuki drunkenly begging me to be his coach while he air humped my leg. I’m sure that if it would have been anyone else, I would have turned them away. However, looking down at him, I saw something I had lost a long time ago. I saw a fire, a passion. I wanted it, I wanted to feel the same way Yuri did at that moment. I almost got carried away and agreed but then I realized he was just really drunk and didn’t mean it. He had a coach, he didn’t need me.

I spent the rest of the night capturing pictures for memories later. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Yuri. He was everywhere all at once. It was then that an idea hit me. It was for a new routine. I started planning it out in my head as I watched him dance.

Eventually like all good things, the night came to an end and Yuri’s coach had to drag him out of the banquet hall after finding his clothes. I watched him leave, taking my exit shortly after.

The next day as I was trying to help out my little Yuri by giving him pointers, I saw Yuri again. I gave him my best smile and asked him if he wanted to take a picture with me. He reacted the total opposite way than I had expected and ran away. Had I really read all the signs wrong? I could have sworn we had hit it off. I mulled it over the entire trip back home. Yakov and Yuri had both given up trying to even talk to me. I didn’t even go home when we returned to Russia, I went straight to the rink to work on what I had envisioned in my head.  It was two parts, Eros and Agape.

Yuri had awoken something in me that I had never felt before. A fire, something burning deep within me. I skated the routines for hours until I was mentally and physically exhausted. I drug myself to the edge of the rink where I collapsed on the ground. I laid there looking up at the ceiling of the building replaying the previous night’s events. Yuri’s movements were so, so eros. I had planned this program from us. No other program had ever come so quick or easy for me. Even if he really didn’t want me as a coach, I had hoped to show him the program. I wanted to see him skate it.

After a good while of self loathing and pity, I picked myself up off the ground and changed before heading home to my beloved Makkachin. I told him about the past few days as he laid in my lap. I sighed as I rubbed his head, thoughts of Yuri Katsuki running rampant.

“What am I going to do?” I complained.

Makkachin whined and nestled closer to me.

“I’m sorry boy. I know this isn’t like me,” I apologized. “I just don’t know what I should do anymore. I’m getting  tired of the life we’re living. It’s so lonely.”  

He whined again, almost as if to agree with me. I kissed the top of his head and pinched the bridge of my nose.

“I think I only have one more in me boy,” I admitted.

I loved being in the spotlight. I loved skating but I was lonely and tired. I wanted someone to share my passion with. I had spent so much of my life skating I had pushed other things aside, like love and my life in general. Countless hours had been put into the rink. I had been so focused on skating that nothing else matter, except this time was different. I needed a change. I thought Yuri would be that breath of fresh air for me, yet he had ran away. I sighed again. Clearly I had received a different message than what he had intended or maybe I was just supposed to be a hook up for him. I didn’t know and I had no way to ask him. Well I did but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead I stuck to looking at his Instagram pictures without ever following him or liking them.

I spent the next year immersed in my skating as it had always been. Nothing would have changed except the fact that after everyone went home, I stayed behind to work on my new programs. Every time I skated it I couldn’t help but picture Yuri by my side. It was a routine I had made for him and him alone. When I skated it I felt a little less alone.

Before I knew it, it was competition time once again. I hadn’t told anyone, not even Yakov, that this would be my last run as a skater. I knew it was the right choice for me but I had no idea what I would do once it was over. As I stepped onto the ice for the final time and the cheers of the crowd reached deafening levels, I had only one person on my mind, Yuri. I was silently dedicating my final performance to the man who had stolen my heart and didn’t even know it.

—

I felt like seeing him skate my piece was a silent message to me. He was saying he hadn’t forgotten me and he still wanted my help. I sprang into action. I immediately started to pack. In the middle of shoving things into boxes, I tried to find the hot spring that Yuri said his family ran. I called and after a bit of an issue with the language barrier, I reserved a room. I packed up my most important things and added a shipping label to them. I scheduled a pick up as I booked a plane ticket also.

That very night I was on my way to Japan with Makkachin. As we landed, I hailed a cab to take me to my new home. Yuri’s parents welcomed me and Makkachin with warm smiles and directed me to the outdoor bath. I got settled in and made sure Makkachin was comfortable before wrapping myself in a bathrobe to make my way outside. Yuri’s mom had told me he was out so I decided to relax before he got in.

Just as I was enjoying my soak, I heard someone panting as they rushed outside.

“Vi- Victor?” Yuri looked at me in confusion. “Why are you here?”

I stood up, being as dramatic as I could and held out my hand to him.

“Yuri, starting today I’m your coach,” I told him with a smile. “I’ll make you win the Grand Prix Final.” Then I winked, the perfect way to seal the deal, or so I thought.

I expected him to be happy and run into my arms at the very least. Instead I got a very surprised “Huh?” and then “What?”.

Clearly he was playing hard to get. That was fine. I had all the time in the world.

[raz-writes]

White Christmas

It had been four years since Will Solace had been sorted into Hufflepuff, three since Nico di Angelo was sorted Slytherin, and two since a certain blond had wandered into the dungeon and into the Slytherin common room.

If it hadn’t of been for Nico finding him, he might not have actually made it out. Most of the others had gone to bed when the blond wandered in, humming a song off key, looking as happy as could be. Nico was so shocked to see the happy Hufflepuff that he almost hexed him. Instead, he put his wand away and approached him.

“You seem to be lost,” Nico told the blond who just kept on humming. He sighed as he tapped him on the shoulder. The blond pulled out a headphone and smiled at him.

“What’s up?” “Uh, you’re in the wrong common room,” Nico pointed out.

The blond looked around, realizing he was clearly not where he should be.

“How did I end up here?” he asked. “I’m wondering the same thing,” Nico said, a bit annoyed.

“Well this is awkward,” the blond laughed.

“Yeah,” Nico folded his arms over his chest, waiting for the annoying blond to take his leave.

Instead of moving to leave, the blond just continued to stand there and smile. Nico glared at him but it seemed to have no effect.

“Are you going to leave?” Nico finally asked after minutes of silence.

“Oh uh,” the blond’s smile faltered for a second. “I don’t know which way to go.”

“Through the hallway,” Nico started to explain but was cut off.

“I’m not so great with directions,” the blond admitted. “The castle is always playing tricks on me. Last week I found myself in the Forbidden Forest before I even knew it.” “I’m going to guess it’s because you can’t seem to pay attention to your surroundings, Nico rolled his eyes, walking to the portrait that would let them out.

“The week before that..” the blond continued on as Nico watched him walk out of the open portrait.

The blond continued to ramble as the painted closed, allowing Nico to once again enjoy the silence. He walked back to the common room only to find Thalia Grace lounging about on the couch.

“I heard someone in here,” she told Nico. “Some Hufflepuff got lost,” Nico shrugged, going back to his seat.

“And you didn’t hex him?” she questioned. “I would have.”

“You hex anyone for any reason,” Nico rolled his eyes at her. Even though she was in her final year, she still acted like a first year most the time.

“A Hufflepuff in our dungeons would have been a valid reason to hex someone,” she pointed out.

“Whatever,” Nico mumbled, going back to his Potions homework.

The next day Nico joined his table for breakfast when a commotion broke out at the Hufflepuff table. Nico hated pretty much everything, loud noises and commotions included, so he stood to take his leave only to be stopped by Thalia.

“I think he’s pointing to you,” she said, motioning to the Hufflepuff table.

Nico finally looked over only to realize it was the blond from the previous night making the commotion. He couldn’t make out what was being shouted but he knew it was clearly about him as the overly happy blond waved ecstatically to him. Nico just shook his head and left, heading to his first class of the day, Herbology. As it was finishing up, Nico was getting ready to leave when the annoying blond showed up, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Hey it’s you again!” the blond shouted excitedly.

“What do you want?” Nico asked, glaring at the smiling boy.

“Just to say hi and thanks for the other night. I don’t know what would have happened if someone else had found me,” he smiled. “I have a few theories,” Nico mumbled, walking away only to be followed.

“So I never got your name. I’m Will,” the Hufflepuff said, holding out his hand. Nico ignored Will’s outstretched hand. “This is the part where you tell me your name.”

Nico just smirked at him, walking away. Will tried to follow but as he turned the same corner as Nico, he ran into a brick wall. Nico didn’t even bother looking back, hoping that the blond had given up his chase. Lucky for Nico, the castle was on his side and he made it to Study of Ancient Runes without bumping into an overly excited Hufflepuff.

The rest of the day was quiet, just like Nico liked it. That was, until dinner came around. Nico was tempted to skip it but Leo would not allow it. His fellow Slytherin drug him along to the dining hall. Nico tried to do his best to just melt into the shadows but an overly excited Hufflepuff had other ideas. He waved to Nico from across the room and continued to point and talk excitedly to his friends. Nico buried his face in the sleeve of his robe as Leo ate his food and Thalia made fun of him. He once again left early, retiring to his room.

The next month went on much the same, Nico running into Will at the most random times and trying to avoid him. He still had not given the Hufflepuff his name and the blond was determined to find out. Nico had already warned his house not give out his name or there would be dire consequences. Even being a third year, everyone knew better than to test the kid.

Nico had managed to hide his name from Will for three months before Christmas rolled around and the tides turned. Most of the students were packing to go home, Nico lounged in his bed as Leo frantically searched the room.

“Where is he?” Leo questioned, checking under every bed. “Who?” Nico asked, looking over his book.

“Festus,” Leo answered.

“You lost the snake again? That’s like the third time this month. You would think you would learn by now,” Nico rolled his eyes, not even attempting to help.

“It’s not my fault he doesn’t like to be in a cage,” Leo whined.

“Too bad you can’t speak parseltongue,” Nico taunted.

“I’ll get you back for that di Angelo,” Leo promised, opening his trunk. “There you are!” he exclaimed, reaching inside to pull out his snake.

“He was probably trying to hide from you,” Nico mumbled, still reading. “More like hiding from you,” Leo stuck his tongue out at Nico as he finished up packing. “So you really aren’t going home?”

“Don’t feel like it.”

“But isn’t your sister?” Leo continued to push. “Both of them are but I just don’t feel like it,” Nico said, a bit annoyed.

“Nico, you are Slytherin, your father has something to be proud about. You are the only one of his child who got sorted into his house,” Leo told Nico, trying to cheer him up.

“I don’t want to have this conversation with you,” Nico growled.

“Just because you are..” Leo was cut off due to a wand at his throat.

“Don’t say it,” Nico murmured, a warning tone in his voice. Leo held up his hands in surrender, knowing he pushed his luck just a bit too far. Nico hid his wand in his robes and left the room. He headed to a secret passage, known only to him that led to the castle rooftop. As he climbed the stairs and pushed open the trapdoor, he took a breath of the crisp fresh air. He settled on the edge of the roof, looking down at the ground. He knew that if he fell, it would surely be to his death. As he sat there, thinking about nothing, he heard a gasp from behind him and arms wrap around his waist, pulling him back.

“Don’t do it!” a voice yelled in his ear.

Nico’s automatic reaction was to pull out his wand and cast Relashio. The second he felt the grip on him loosen, he cast Titllando. He turned to see the blond Hufflepuff doubled over in laughter.

“I have half a mind to leave you like that all night,” Nico told Will.

“Please,” Will begged, holding his stomach as he laughed. “Make it..” he tried to suck in a breath but couldn’t. “Make it stop.”

Nico rolled his eyes but released him from the hex. “Don’t you ever sneak up on me again,” Nico warned. Will sucked in lungfuls of air before responding.

“I saw you on the edge and I didn’t think,” Will said.

“Did you really think I was going to jump?” Nico questioned. Will looked away sheepishly. “I don’t know.” “Well I wasn’t. This was my place to get away but I see that is now ruined,” he sighed, pulling his robes around him tighter as a gust of wind blew through.

“I don’t know how I got here to be honest. It’s the castle again,” Will admitted. “It’s still your place. I couldn’t get back here if I tried.”

“You can’t be serious. You can’t be that bad with directions. You’ve been here longer than I have,” Nico said skeptically.

“It hasn’t always been this bad! This year the castle started playing tricks on me and now I have no idea how I even make it back to my common room half the time!” Will answered. Nico couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Will’s face lit up at the sound. “There it is! I got a smile and a laugh!” Nico rolled his eyes. “I’m laughing at how ridiculous you are. I’m not sure that counts as a win.” “A laugh is a laugh, even if you are laughing at me,” the blond smiled, causing Nico to look away, grateful that it was dark so the blond couldn’t see his blush. “And I still don’t know your name.”

“You’re the one who’s been stalking me, shouldn’t that have been the first thing you found out?” Nico questioned.

“I’m not stalking you! I told you, it’s the castles fault!” the blond defended him.

“Whatever you say,” Nico mumbled, opening the trapdoor to enter the castle again.

Will scrambled after him, closing the door behind him. The blond stuck close to Nico as not to get lost.

“You’re still here?” Nico questioned as they emerged from a hallway and onto the staircases.

“I told you,” the blond mumbled.

“Can’t you get back from here?” Nico asked. “Maybe,” the blond shrugged, taking the stairs up while Nico went down.

He was sure he had lost the Hufflepuff when he reached the dungeons. He stood in front of the painting about to say the password when he heard a noise. He pulled out his wand, quietly approaching the noise. As he turned the corner, he forced himself to put his wand down and not hex the blond for the second time that night.

“How did I end up here?” he complained, trying to untangle himself from the current mess he had ended up in.

“I would like to know that too,” Nico sighed, clearing away the cauldrons the blond was stuck in and helping him up. “Last I saw of you, you were headed up.” “Now do you believe me?” the Hufflepuff looked at him hopefully.

“A bit. Something strange is going on,” Nico murmured, his mind elsewhere. “So can you at least tell me your name yet?” Will asked.

“No,” Nico responded, turning to leave.

“Wait! You can’t leave me down here!” the blond called out. “I can and I am,” Nico said over his shoulder, whispering the password and stepping into his common room.

With nearly everyone was gone for Christmas, leaving the common room and his room empty, and Leo nowhere in sight, Nico changed clothes and climbed under his covers to continue his reading. He had stopped by the library a few weeks early and combed the shelves until he found a book title The Secrets of the Castle. He had been reading it trying to find out if what Will had told him was really true, could the castle really play tricks on people.

Nico had been reading for hours when he finally found what he had been looking for. He sat up, re reading the passage just to make sure. He scowled at the page, willing the words to change. However, he knew that it wouldn’t happen and made a mental note to talk to the Headmaster in the morning. He closed the book, placing it under his pillow before going to sleep.

Nico woke up the next afternoon, having overslept. Leo had left a note, saying he would see him again after the new year and his present was hidden somewhere in the room. Nico scowled and vowed to avoid finding it at all costs. There was no telling what that troublemaker had left and Nico did not want to find out.

He tiptoed around the room, making his way to the statue that led to the Headmasters office.

“Centaur,” Nico said the password, waiting on it to open. Instead, nothing happened. “Centaur!” he yelled, clearly not amused.

“I’m pretty sure he changed it,” a voice said from behind him. Nico took a breath before turning to face Will.

“I would have never guessed,” he said sarcastically. “Why are you here anyway? Shouldn’t you be on the train home?”

“I’m staying here for the holidays,” Will said with a smile. “Why?” Nico asked. “My dad works here and wanted to stay here,” Will said with a shrug. “Your dad works here?” Nico questioned. “Yup he’s the Divination professor,” Will said proudly. Nico had to force himself not to laugh. “That would explain so much,” he told the blond. “And also why I will never take that class.” “That’s rude,” Will said, screwing his face up.

“I’ve heard enough stories. My sister took his class for a year and warned me,” Nico said, walking off towards the dining hall.

“He just takes a while to warm up to,” Will defended.

“How old are you?” Nico asked.

“Fourteen,” Will responded. “So it takes fourteen years to warm up to him?” Nico taunted.

Will let out a laugh as they entered the dining hall. The raven haired boy expected the blond to go to his own table but instead he followed Nico to his.

“Uh, what do you think you’re doing?” Nico questioned.

“Sitting with you,” Will responded.

“You have your own table,” Nico pointed out.

“Literally everyone in my house left,” Will pouted.

“And I should care why?” Nico asked. Before Will could respond, a blond from Gryffindor yelled out, causing Nico’s head to snap in his direction.

“Nico!” Jason yelled, waving to him. “You aren’t going home? I figured Bianca would have talked you into it.” “Nico! Your name is Nico!” Will gloated. Nico glared at Jason. “No she didn’t and I hate you. Now go away,” he complained. “Don’t be so mean. We get to spend Christmas together,” Jason joined Nico’s table, realizing there was someone else there. “Will Solace, friends with Nico? I don’t believe it.”

“You shouldn’t because it’s not true,” Nico grumbled. “I only just found out his name thanks to you,” Will admitted. “But the castle keeps playing tricks on me and I always end up around him. He’s not much of a talker though.” “The castle playing tricks on you huh?” Jason questioned. “Interesting. Anyway, that’s just Nico. he is a little ray of death. Don’t take offence to it, it’s just who he is as a person.” “So you’ve known him a while?” Will asked, now ignoring the death glare Nico was giving to both of them.

“Since his first year. I met him on the train. He was so scared. It was cute. He was hanging onto Percy for dear life,” Jason recounted, causing Nico to blush and hit his head on the table. “Just stop,” he whined.

“Don’t let him fool you. He tries to act all mean and scary but he’s not that bad,” Jason winked at Will as Nico pulled out his wand to either hex them or himself, he wasn’t sure which yet.

“I have lost my appetite,” Nico told the two, standing to take his leave.

As he left, the two blonds talked about Nico. Jason, telling Will almost everything he knew about Nico.

Nico tried to hide out in his dorm but he had to come out for food from time to time. He started bribing the house elves to bring him food just so he wouldn’t have to leave. That worked for a week before the Hufflepuff showed up in the common room yelling his name.

“How did you even get in here for a second time?” Nico questioned, coming down the stairs wearing only a pair of short and his robe. “The castle!” Will yelled. “It brought me here. I was in the shower!”

Nico hadn’t actually looked at Will but now that he had said that, he could see the blond only had a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair dripping. Nico sighed, disappearing back upstairs, coming down with a pair of shorts and an extra towel. He pointed his wand at the fireplace, causing the flames to leap to life.

“Thank you,” the blond said, quickly changing and drying his hair. “I think I know who is doing this,” Nico admitted, taking a seat on one of the couches. “The Headmaster.” “Why do you say that?” Will asked, sitting across from him.

“I don’t know. I found a book that said the Headmaster is the only one who can control the castle,” Nico explained.

“But what would he gain from it?”

“I don’t know. I just did some research,” Nico shrugged.

“You know, for being in a dungeon, this place isn’t that bad,” Will changed the subject, looking around.

“Thanks, I think?” it was more of a question than a statement.

The two made small talk for a bit longer before Will was yawning, causing Nico to kick him out. As the blond was shoved out of the common room, Nico was grateful for long robes. The second he had seen the blond standing there nearly naked, he felt himself grow hard. Then the entire time Will lounged out on the couch in his shorts, it only got worse.

Nico sighed as he made his way back to his room. He was in for a long night with a blond Hufflepuff on his mind.

As the days went on, Will joined him for breakfast and dinner. The blond doing most of the talking while Nico sulked like normal. It was growing harder and harder for the raven haired boy to just ignore the blond. Especially when he ended up in his common room at the most random times.

At times Will would talk his ear off and other times they two would just sit there in silence and watch the flames of the fireplace. Nico wouldn’t admit it but he started to enjoy Will’s company and the few nights he didn’t show up, he found himself wishing the blond would show up.

On Christmas Eve, Nico locked himself in his room and sulked. Will hadn’t shown up and Jason was off somewhere. As he sulked in bed, he heard a strange noise and looked around to find a glowing orb. He approached it carefully as he assumed it was one of Leo’s inventions. As the glowing subsidised, Nico reached out and caught the contents before it hit the floor. He laughed as he looked at the bottle of firewhiskey in his hands.

I thought you might need something to help you through the night. Merry Christmas!

Xxx Leo McAwesome

Nico popped the top, taking two big gulps while trying not to throw up. It burned going down and he had to take in lungfuls of air to cool off his burning throat. He silently thanked Leo as he made his way down to the common room to drink by the fire.

Just as he collapsed on the couch, a familiar scent hit him and turned to see Will stumbling from the girls dorms.

“Dare I even ask?” Nico questioned, trying not to slur his words.

“The castle,” Will rolled his eyes, collapsing onto the couch in his normal spot. “I was leaving my dad’s room and the next thing I know, I’m in the girls rooms. Is that firewhiskey I smell?”

“No,” Nico shook his head, the bottle spilling from his robes. “Maybe,” he giggled, the whiskey going straight to his head. “And you weren’t even going to share?” the blond questioned, feigning hurt.

“Nope,” he popped the P. “It is my Christmas present.” “Well then, I guess you don’t want what I got you,” the blond made a move to leave, causing Nico to stumble over to him and latch onto his arm. “I want it!” he said excitedly.

“Only if you ask nicely,” Will taunted. “Please Will! Pllleaase??” he begged, giving Will puppy dog eyes. “Don’t do that to me. It’s not fair,” the blond laughed, pulling a box out of his robes and handing it to Nico.

The raven haired boy opened it eagerly, fumbling a bit with the wrapping before getting it off to open the box. He squealed happily as he pulled out a box of cards from his favorite game. It was from the newest addition that hadn’t even been released yet.

“How did you? What?” Nico asked, unable to form a full sentence. “Jason told me it was your favorite game. I called in a few favors,” the blond shrugged. “I didn’t get you anything,” Nico said, suddenly saddened that he hadn’t even thought of it. Will smiled. “I didn’t do it for anything. I just wanted too.”

Nico puffed out his cheeks, offering his bottle to Will. The blond took a swig, coughing as it went down. Nico shorted through the cards, never moving from beside Will. At some point, he set his cards on the table and rested his head in Will’s lap as the blond played with his hair. The two sat there watching the flames as they drifted off.

Hours later, the fire died out and Nico woke up shivering. He sat up, groggy and a bit drunk still. He looked around, realizing the blond had passed out also. He shook Will awake, grabbing his hand to drag him upstairs to his bed. Nico pulled off his robe and shirt without a second though, pulling on a pair of pajama pants as Will stripped to his boxers and climbed under the covers. Being drunk and groggy, Nico didn’t even register as he climbed into bed and snuggled up to the warm Hufflepuff.

The next morning, Nico was warmer than he should have been in the dungeons on Christmas. His bed was also more cramped than normal.  He cracked open and eye only to nearly fall off his bed. However, arms were wrapped around him that prevented him from falling off.

“Will,” Nico whispered. The blond mumbled something but didn’t move. “Will!” Nico said a bit louder, causing the blond to stir.

“Mhh?”

“What are you doing?” Nico questioned, feeling himself growing hard, trying to pull away. “Cuddling on Christmas, what does it seem like?” he mumbled sleepily.

“Why are you in my bed?” Nico asked, not remembering most of the night.

“Firewhiskey,” was all Will said.

Nico cursed under his breath. He was a bit of a lightweight, not that he would admit it. That wasn’t the issue at hand though. He had an erection that was pressing into Will’s thigh and he he knew that the blond could feel it.

“You can let me go now,” Nico said, trying to keep his voice even. “Why would I do that?” Will asked, pulling him closer. “I have my reasons,” Will said, kissing the top of Nico’s head, taking him by surprise. “Will,” Nico muttered, trying to wiggle away.

“Yes Nico?”

“Please let me go,” he said miserably. “Why?”

“Will,” Nico almost whined. “Nico.” “Let me go.” “No.” “Damn it Will, I know you can feel it. Don’t make me say it,” Nico said, feeling his face heat up.

“Maybe I like it,” the blond said, causing a chill to run down Nico’s spine. “Don’t,” Nico growled. Nothing pissed him off more than being teased. “Don’t what? I’m being honest.” “Will,” Nico started to say but was cut off by the blond’s lips on his.

He was taken by total surprise and gasped, allowing Will’s tongue entrance. It didn’t last long as Nico bit Will’s bottom lip, forcing his tongue into the blonds mouth. Will’s grip on him loosened and Nico took the opportunity to climb on top of Will and straddle him. The blond tangled his fingers in Nico’s black hair, pulling him closer as they kissed. Nico broke the kiss, burying his face in Will’s neck to mark him before moving further down to kiss his chest, stopping to take one of Will’s erect nipples into his mouth. He nipped at the bud, rolling the other between his fingers. Will’s back arched a bit as he let out a low moan. Nico smirked, pulling away and blowing on the wet nipple before climbing between Will’s legs to pull down his boxers, allowing his erection to spring free. Nico kissed the tip, snapping his fingers, causing Will to look up.

“Wandless magic?” he questioned. Nico shrugged. “Lube is easy,” he winked, lining a wet finger to Will’s hole, pushing in.

The blond’s head lulled back onto the pillow as Nico slowly stretched him. He took his time, enjoying to do it himself as opposed to some spell. He slowly pushed a second finger, scissoring them inside the blond. The noises he was making was causing Nico to bite his lip and will himself not to finish right then.

“Another,” Will breathed out, squirming. “So eager,” Nico teased, giving the Hufflepuff what he wanted.

Three fingers in and Will was practically fucking himself on Nico’s fingers. The Slytherin was sure the blond was more than ready. He removed his fingers, earning a whimper from the blond. He just laughed as he stripped out of his pajama pants and boxers, snapping his fingers and rubbing his hard member a few times to make sure he was nice and lubed up before climbing back on the bed to line himself up.

He slowly pushed in as Will wrapped his arms around his back and dug his nails into Nico’s back. The raven haired boy let out a noise that was a mix between a moan and a growl. Will was so tight around him and the nails digging into his back was more pleasure than pain.

He bottomed out inside the blond, giving him a split second to adjust before he pulled out and quickly pushed himself back in. The blond was not the quiet type and moaned loudly with every thrust. Nico leaned down, shutting the blond up by kissing him. He could still hear him moan into the kiss but it wasn’t as loud.

As he pulled out of the kiss to catch his breath, he thrust into Will as hard as he could, hitting his prostate and earning the sexiest noise he had ever heard before. He gave the blond an evil smile before pulling out completely.

“Get on your knees,” Nico instructed; obeyed automatically by the blond, who stuck his ass in the air and his face in the pillow.

Nico slapped his perfect ass, leaving a red mark as he spread Will’s legs a bit wider and pushed into him. Will cried out into the pillow, begging for me. Nico dug his nails into the blond’s hips as he fucked Will hard and fast. As Will grew accustomed to the pace, he started thrusting back to meet each of Nico’s thrusts.

Nico slightly adjusted and with his next thrust, hit Will’s sweet spot. The blond stopped moving, having to focus on keeping himself upright as Nico assaulted his prostate time and time again.

“Nico I’m close,” the blond breathed out, trying to hold himself together.

Nico pulled out again, flipping the blond back over again, ramming back into him in one fluid motion. Will came second later, cumming all over himself and Nico. He screamed out Nico’s name, causing the Slytherin to follow seconds later, filling the blond with his warm seed.

As they both finished, Nico pulled out, collapsing next Will to catch his breath.

“What is that?” Will asked, causing Nico to open his eyes and look around the room. “That would be Leo,” Nico mumbled, as it started snowing in his room. “It looks like he thought I needed a white Christmas. I think I got just that though,” Nico teased, causing Will to laugh.

—–

Unknown to all of the students, the Headmaster sat in his office laughing to himself. His plan to bring the houses together was working. It had taken some time to convince the castle of his plan but once he had gotten the building on his side, it hadn’t been hard.

Will wasn’t the only one who was suffering from the castles tricks, students from all houses were suffering from the same thing. However, no one said anything because it was a castle after all. It couldn’t play tricks on them.

[raz-writes]

Murder She Wrote

She told me to stay away. She was no good for me and I for her. I left, I ran away. For years I dreamed of her, running further and further from her memory. Or so I had thought.

Six years later and I found myself right back at the start of it all. I stood at what used to be the door of her old house. I was surprised that after all this time they hadn’t torn it down. All that was left was the charred remains of what used to be. Her parents burned bodies had been recovered, not much really left to identify them even as human by the point they had been found. Even though she had been the one to start the fire, she did not come out unharmed. The right side of her body had been burned when she spilled the gasoline on her, narrowly escaping death herself.

That was when I started noticing the changes in her. She had gotten a taste for blood and she was never going to stop. I helped her time and time again, always carefully hiding all evidence and bodies, or what remained of them. It took about six months for her to completely transform. She became a monster, I couldn’t even get through to her. It was the day she held a knife to my throat and gave me an ultimatum that I decided to leave. I couldn’t stick around any longer. She had clearly fallen out of love with me and instead fallen in love with her art. I was just another medium she could use to paint her picture.

For years I tried to block her out, and I succeeded for a while. However, no matter how much I drank, I could not rid her from my memory. So, on the anniversary of her parents death I stood right where it all started. I carefully picked my way through the rubble to her room. I looked around, remembering what used to be. We had shared our first kiss on her bed in the corner, our pictures used to line the wall, she had snuck out of that window too many times to count. As I stood there, eyes closed, picturing what used to be, I heard a noise behind me. I didn’t even need to open my eyes. I knew that scent anywhere.

“I thought I told you to stay away,” her voice, cold as ice, cut right through me.

“I did. For as long as I could,” I admitted.

“It wasn’t long enough,” her venomous words stung but I refused to let it show. “It matters not I suppose. You’re here now. Let’s go,” she ordered and once again I found myself swept back up into her ways. I followed her like the good little puppy I was. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She had cut her hair since the last time I had seen her. Not much else had changed, she still wore only one color, black. Her eyes though, they scared me. There was no compassion left in her at all. We walked down the street and into a house she unlocked. It was clear now how she knew I had been at her house. The house we walked into had a clear view of the front of the charred house. She did it on purpose, she never wanted to forget. I suppose that is why the place hadn’t been demolished in the six years I had been gone. She didn’t want to forget, it was her reminder.

We walked in silence through the house and down a set of stairs into a dark basement. I didn’t need to see to know what I was walking into, I could smell it. Death lingered in the air. As we neared the end of the stairs, she clapped her hands and the overhead lights flickered on. I wanted to be shocked by what I saw but I just couldn’t bring myself to be. It was like I had pictured. Blood was smeared on the floors and walls, some fresh, while some looked like it had been there for a while. Chains were screwed into the walls, some of them were clamped to people’s wrists while a few were still empty. Numerous tools littered the tables around the room, all of them worn and used. Right in the middle of the room was a man tied to a table, gagged. He looked up as soon as the light came on, fear written all over his face. Cuts lined his arms and naked torso. He had a filthy blanket covering his hips so I couldn’t see what else had already been done to him.

“It’s an upgrade don’t you think?” she asked, clearly proud of what she had become.

“Yes,” I replied, numb to her overly dramatic antics.

“Is that really all you have to say to me after all this time?” she pouted, pouncing around the room to collect tools. She grabbed a cup full of liquid and walked to the wall where she had others tied up. She grabbed the first one by the jaw and forced it open, pouring the contents of the cup down and releasing him, moving onto the next one, and then the next one until she had finished with them.

“What else can I say? I left like you told me to but yet I came back. I couldn’t stay away,” I said, looking her in her gray eyes as I said so.

“I’ve missed you,” she admitted, dropping the now empty cup on the ground and pulling a knife from her pocket. She walked up to me and held it to my throat. “But what is to stop me from running this through you right now?”

I shrugged. “Then do it. I don’t care,” I said with a shrug.

She pondered what I said before bursting out into laughter. She just shook her head and walked over to her newest art piece. She motioned for me to join her, and I did. She pulled the blanket off of him to reveal just what she had been doing. The stench alone was enough to make me gag. What was under the blanket couldn’t even be described as legs at this point. They had been burned, cut, and I could only imagine what else she had done. His shin bone was stick out at an odd angle on one leg while the other leg seemed to be twisted around with no bone in sight. The blood pooled around him was still fresh so I could only assume it had been done recently.

She flipped her knife through the air, catching it and jamming it into what was his thigh. He screamed into his gag, passing out second later. She pouted, wiggling the knife before sighing.

“He was much more fun yesterday,” she whined.

“I can’t imagine,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“It matters not,” she shrugged, perking back up. “It just means I can now start with his toes,” she smiled, looking around until she found what she wanted.

She handed me a scalpel while she pulled out a hunting knife. I took it, knowing there was no point in resisting. I grabbed his twisted leg, twisting it back so I could find his foot, which has been tucked up under his calf somehow. The fact that he was still alive was a bit shocking but she always had a knack for testing the human body and their limits. I started at his little toe, deftly cutting through the skin right to the bone. I peeled away the stump, leaving the bones. She handed me some gauze and tape to staunch the bleeding before moving on to the other four. I tossed the numbs on the ground as I cut them away. By the time I was done, I was covered in blood. I stabbed the scalpel into the table and waited for her to finish. She didn’t like to rush things and each time he woke up she would coo reassuring words to him, causing him to panic even more. She held up her prize, allowing him to take in what she had just done. I watched as he fought the restraints, screaming into the gag.

She smiled at me and it was the first time I saw a hint of emotion in her dead gray eyes. I knew that she would never truly be mine. She loved only one thing, her art. I watched as she carefully cleaned up her tools and covered him back up, kissing the top of his head before turning away to walk back up the stairs.

I followed. That was as it had always been, her leading and me following behind. She would get herself into bad situations and I would be the one to save her. She never thanked me, always seeing it as my responsibility anyway. I didn’t do it for the thanks, I did it because I knew I couldn’t lose her. I had become too dependent on her. When she cast me aside, I had been lost. There had been many times I had contemplated death but knew that I couldn’t. I had to see her one last time.

And that was why I was here. It was time for me to move on. It had taken time but I had finally worked up the courage to do what needed to be done. I couldn’t kill myself because I knew she would never forgive me and no matter how hard I tried, I needed her approval. So as we walked to her bedroom, I pulled out the vial I had purchased just for this moment. I rubbed the poison on my lips, careful not to ingest any of it. I dropped the bottle back into my pocket as we entered her room. She shed her coat and her bloodied shirt, walking to her closet to grab a fresh change of clothes. I stood in the doorway, waiting. She returned wearing a tank top that showed off her burns. I looked away, knowing how angry she would get if she caught me staring. Instead I waited until she walked over to me and started undressing me, leaving me in just a bra and underwear. She motioned to the bed and I obeyed. I sat on the edge, waiting. It felt like an eternity but she finally joined me, knife in hand. I inspected the blade, noticing it was the one she had held to my throat an eternity ago.

“I haven’t used this on anyone,” she said, an abnormal amount of emotion in her voice. “I’ve waited for you.”

Her voice sent shivers through me. I waited, finally feeling the cool metal pierce my skin. She ran it from my clavicle to my belly, a thin line of blood forming along the way.

“You still have all my marks,” she whispered, seeing the scars of our past encounters. I didn’t say anything as she continued to run the blade across my skin. “I really did miss you. No one ever understood me quite like you,” she mumbled, leaning down to lick some of the blood from the cut on my stomach. “No one’s blood was ever as sweet.”

I knew this was the closest I would ever get to love from her and I drank it all in, cherishing it.

“Why did you come back?” she questioned, licking her lips.

“Kiss me,” I whispered, pulling her in.

She leaned into me, consuming my lips in a heated kiss. She ran her tongue along my lips, savoring the sweet poison. She pulled away, leaving me breathless and flushed. She smacked her lips, tasting her death without realising it.

“You taste,” she paused, “different.”

“It’s Ethylene glycol,” I told her. She looked at me as she registered the information.

“You poisoned me?” she asked. I shook my head. “I poisoned us. I learned a lot while I was gone. The biggest realization I had was that you will never be mine in this life but I couldn’t go onto the afterlife without you. That’s why I came back. To guide you to the afterlife with me and so you could be the one to finish me off,” I took her hand and held the knife to my stomach. “Finish me before the poison does. I need to die by your hand.”

She looked on in shock as if she was seeing me for the first time.

“Please,” I begged, already feeling a bit lightheaded from the poison.

She kissed me again as I felt the blade slice into me. I coughed, breaking the kiss. She watched me as I grabbed her hand and pulled the knife out of myself. It fell to the bed between us as her sheets started turning red from my blood. I held my bloodied hand to her face, stroking her cheek.

“I have always loved you but you never saw me. Now though, now you see me,” I whispered, feeling my warm blood flow from my body.

“I’m sorry,” she replied, kissing my hand. “I was incapable of love.” “I know but now we will be free and you can finally love me,” I said, dropping my hand and collapsing on her soft pillows.

“I will find you,” she promised, lying next to me to pull me into her arms and stroke the hole in my stomach. “I will love you then.”

“You always loved your art. I knew that once I became one of your pieces, you would then love me to,” I whispered, my eyes to heavy to keep open.

I felt something warm fall on my face and at first I was confused. I cracked one of my eyes open to see that she was crying. As my mind grew more cloudy, my mind grew more muddled. The last thing I saw was her sweet smile, promising me a better future.

[raz-writes]

Caesar the Whore

Prostitution, drugs, gun smuggling, all of those things are illegal and result in jail time. Yet one man had managed to rule an entire city on top of that illegal activity. On the surface Doflamingo seemed like a businessman who had come to power with dedication and hard work. That was the surface, it was all a facade he wanted them to see. Behind closed doors he was a completely different man. He was the king of the black market. He ran gun smuggling, sold any type of drug one could want, but his most prized business venture was his brothel. Named Smile, it looked like a normal strip club. Naked girls danced, the place reeked of booze, glitter was everywhere, and money was shoved in g-strings. However, for a few ‘special’ clients, there was a bit extra added to the mix if you knew the right words.

The brothel was located on the second floor of the strip club. Upstairs was very different from down. Downstairs was loud and dirty and girls roamed the place mostly naked. Upstairs was quite and clean and not a naked women in sight. Instead it was just a hallway of doors. Behind each door was a prostitute personally picked by Doflamingo. Each man had their regulars. However, there was one that stood above the rest. He had the most regulars and he was the most requested.

His was Doflamingo’s little pet. If he did good enough, Doflamingo would reward him. The little slut lived for his bosses praise. Doflamingo used that to his advantage every day. After all the man alone was bringing in enough to sustain the club for a full day. Today was no different. The slut had regulars lined up as soon as the club opened.

The first one, a fiery redhead who went by the name of Kid, showed up. He greeted Vergo, the receptionist, and paid him before heading into a room he had grown very accustomed too over the past few months.

As soon as the door opened the redhead was greeted with a very sexy surprise. The prostitute was wearing nothing but a torn up shirt that had motor oil stains on it and holding a wrench. He winked at Kid as he closed the door behind him.

“What a pleasant surprise,” Kid smirked, kicking off his boots and walking up to the bed. “Well you are a mechanic,” the prostitute pointed out, hands reaching out to pull Kid onto the bed. “How did you guess that one?” Kid asked, raising a non existent eyebrow. “You come in here with your shirt and hair covered in oil,” the man pointed out. Kid let out a laugh. “How does that make me a mechanic?” he questioned. “Shurororo~ why are you questioning me?” the prostitute asked, running his hands under the fabric of Kid’s shirt and pulling it over his head. “I just think it’s sweet you would go through such lengths to please me, Caesar,” Kid teased as he climbed onto the bed and straddled the nearly naked man.

Kid ripped the dirty shirt off of Caesar, leaving him completely naked. He savered the sight for all of a second before he leaned down and bit the man’s neck. He trailed kisses down to Caesar’s chest, where he stopped at his nipples and took one in between his teeth and bit. Caesar let out a low moan and Kid smiled. He sucked on the hard nipple for a second before his mouth continued its journey downward. His nipped at the man’s hips bones before finding his way in between his spread legs. His kissed his thighs, sending a shiver through Caesar’s body. He gave a final nip before his mouth worked its way around his hard cock. As he was sucking, his fingers found their way to Caesar’s hole and without any prep, he shoved two in.

Caesar let out a surprised gasp and tried to scoot up the bed more but Kid held him firmly in place. His fingers quickly stretched him while he hummed around the cock in his mouth. Caesar was stuck between moaning from the pleasure around his cock to whining because of how quick he was being stretched.

Then as suddenly as it started, both feelings were gone and he looked down. He saw Kid kicking off his pants. He closed his eyes at what was about to come. Kid was never gentle, after months Caesar knew that but it never quite prepared him for what was to come.

Kid lined up and shoved himself in with no lube. He bottomed out and started roughly thrusting into him. Caesar’s hands found their way to Kid’s back and his nails bit into his skin. Kid’s mouth attached to Caesar’s neck and he bit hard enough to leave a mark. Once Caesar had grown somewhat accustomed to Kids unforgiving pace, he was able to kind of enjoy it or at least act like he was. He moaned out Kid’s name and tangled one of his hands into Kid’s red hair and pulled it, earning him a growl from the man on top of him. Then as Kid was close to climax, he pulled out and flipped Caesar over, grabbing his hips and ramming into him almost in one fluid motion. Caesar buried his face in the pillow and tried to muffle the moans that were escaping his lips of their own free will.

“I can’t hear you,” Kid growled, grabbing a handful of Caesar long hair and pulling him out of the pillow. “I..I’m sorry,” Caesar screamed out as Kid hit his prostate. “That’s better,” Kid panted. “Now you are going to cum with me,” Kid instructed, taking Caesar’s hand and wrapping it around his own dick.

Caesar did as he was told and stroked himself. He was finding it hard to concentrate as Kid pounded into him and he was losing control. He could feel his orgasim building and he knew if he came before Kid, the redhead would be very mad and he would face a harsh punishment. He bit his lip and tried his best to contain himself.

Lucky for him Kid was right on the edge. His thrusts were getting quicker and sloppier and his breathing heavier. With a final thrust against Caesar’s prostate, the redhead came inside of Caesar, allowing him to finally release all over his hand and the bed. Kid pounded into him a few more times before pulling out. He collapsed on the bed, sweaty and panting.

“Clean me up,” he ordered. Caesar nodded and scurried off to the bathroom. He came back with a wet towel. He climbed onto the bed and started to wipe him off with the towel. Once he was clean, he sat up and redressed. Caesar watched quietly as he walked to the door.

“See you next week,” then he was gone.

Caesar sighed and started to clean up the room. His next customer would be in soon and they wouldn’t want a dirty room. He stripped the bed and put on fresh sheets. He discarded the shredded shirt  and took a quick shower. He wasn’t sure who the next guest was, he had been informed it wasn’t a regular. He wasn’t sure what the man would like so he went with a maid outfit. It left little the imagination and it was one of his bosses favorites.

He lounged on the bed and waited for his next customer. He didn’t have to wait long, the door opened and Caesar instantly recognized who had stepped in. It was Law, the boss’s nephew. He looked at the man in shock.

“Well hello to you too Caesar,” Law’s tone mocked him. “L..Law? What are you doing here?” Caesar questioned, clearly confused. “I got lonely and uncle said you were the best he had,” Law smirked at him and approached the bed. “I’m here to put that to the test,” Law grabbed the strings that were Caesar’s outfit and hauled him off the bed.

Caesar collapsed on the floor in shock. He quickly recovered and climbed to his knees. He could tell what the raven haired man wanted. He unzipped his pants and pulled them off along with his boxers as quickly as his fingers would work. The man’s impressive member sprung free and Caesar instantly grabbed it and started stroking it. Caesar gently pushed Law against the bed and he took the hint. Caesar removed his hand as Law climbed onto the bed. As soon as Law was positioned, Caesar crawled right between his legs and wrapped his lips around his hard member.

He took him in until his member his the back of his throat. He hollowed out his cheeks just as Law started fucking his mouth. Caesar tried to pull back a few times but Law’s slender fingers in his hair kept him in place. When the man finally let up some, Caesar pulled back and took just the tip into his mouth. He teased the slit with his tongue, swallowing the pre cum and taking him in once again. Caesar let his teeth graze the sides of his dick, causing a wave of pleasure to go through Law. Caesar’s reached up and started fondling Law’s balls as he started sucking quicker. Law’s moans were getting louder and the grip on Caesar’s hair returned. He bobbed his head quicker and quicker and just as Law’s dick hit the back of his throat, he went stiff and Caesar’s mouth was filled with his warm seed. Caesar swallowed every last drop and slowly removed his mouth. He licked Law’s shaft clean and grazed his tongue over the tip, causing a shiver to go through Law’s body. Law sat up and smirked down at the clown. He pulled him up by his hair and roughly kissed him.

“I can see why my uncle likes you,” Law told him. “You can bet I’ll be back soon,” he pushed Caesar off of him and got dressed. He didn’t even so much as give Caesar a backwards glance as he left the room.

Caesar got up and started his cleaning routine over again. He stipped the bed and added new sheets before going to brush his teeth. When he walked out of the bathroom he was surprised to see his boss. Fear spread through his entire body. Had Law not liked him? Had he told his uncle something? Seeing Caesar fear, Doflamingo laughed. “Fufufu~ don’t worry my little pet, you didn’t do anything wrong. In fact my nephew liked you quite a bit. I’m not hear about that. I have cleared your schedule for today. We have a special visitor and you are going to be his for the rest of the day. I want you to give him anything he wants. Do you understand?” Doflamingo asked. Caesar nodded. It wasn’t often that Joker gave him tasks like this but when he did it was because the customer was a hotshot and super important. “Good, now if you don’t disappoint, I will reward you,” Joker told Caesar with a smile. He looked up at his boss and nodded. “I won’t disappoint you,” Caesar told him. “Fufufu~ I hope not. For your sake and mine,” and then he was gone, leaving Caesar to wonder who his next client would be.

Caesar waited impatiently for this new important client to come. He went through his drawers time and time again to try and find the right outfit. He changed at least three times before settling on a simple black and purple lace thong. He curled up on the bed and waited.

Caesar had just woken up from a nice nap when the door opened. He bolted upright and waited for whoever it was to talk in. Vergo walked in first, followed by a man Caesar had never seen before. He was tall and blonde. He was wearing a very expensive looking suit with a cigarette between his lips.

“Mr. Vinsmoke, this is Caesar. He will be catering to your every whim this evening,” Vergo introduced, then turned to take his leave.

The blonde looked at Caesar and dropped his cigarette to the floor, stomping it out with his polished shoe. He gave Caesar a once over before motioning him to get off the bed and stand in front of him. Caesar quickly obliged and scrambled off the bed.

“Undress me, but there better not be a wrinkle in my suit when you are finished,” Caesar nodded and set to work. He took off the man’s coat and hung it up on a hanger before hanging it in the little open cubical used as a closet. He set to work taking off his tie and unbuttoning his white shirt. He hung those on another hanger then led the man to the bed and sat him down so he could slip off his shoes and then his pants. Once he was stripped down to his boxer he held up his hand for Caesar to stop. He pulled Caesar down into his lap and locked their lips.

Caesar could taste the cigarette on the man’s tongue but he didn’t say anything, instead he reached up to ran his fingers through the man’s blonde locks but he he was stopped. The man had grabbed his wrists and pushed his hands down. He pulled out of the kiss and shook his head glaring at Caesar.

“Don’t touch me unless I give you permission,” the blonde ordered. Caesar nodded. “Good, now prep yourself,” the man instructed, dumping Caesar onto the bed and lighting up another cigarette.

Caesar immediately stripped out of his little lacy thong and grabbed the lube from the nightstand and slathered some on his fingers. He spread his legs and inserted his first finger as Mr. Vinsmoke watched. Caesar tried to be as sexy as possible, letting little moans escaped his lips as he fingered himself.

“Add another,” the blonde instructed. Caesar obliged, scissoring his hole with both fingers. “Ca..can I ask a question,” Caesar stuttered. The blonde raised a swirly eyebrow but didn’t say no. “What.. what’s your name?” Caesar really didn’t want to have to moan out Mr.Vinsmoke, it was a mouthful. “Sanji, no more questions, another,” he ordered. Caesar nodded and added a third finger.

Caesar laid there stretching himself until Sanji finally signaled for him to stop. He stepped out of his boxers and put his cigarette out before climbing onto the bed and laying down. Caesar waited for the man’s orders.

“Start sucking,” he said, propping his head up behind his hands and watched Caesar’s every move.

Caesar positioned himself between Sanji’s slender legs and kissed his thighs before wrapping his lips around his semi hard member. He licked the top swallowed some of the pre cum that had started leaking out. He took all of him in his mouth and slowly bobbed his head, hollowing out his cheeks. He could feel the blonde growing harder and soon his cock was pressed against the back of his throat. He took in all of him that he could and wrapped his hand around the rest of his member and sucked. Caesar could feel the man under him shift slightly. He looked up and saw him putting out his cigarette and wrapping his fingers in the blanket with his head thrown back into the pillow. Caesar smiled around the cock in his mouth and hummed, vibrating his throat. Sanji let out a low growl and Caesar sucked harder.

Normally Caesar could tell when someone was about to cum. They would tense up, get louder, hold his head down. Sanji did none of those things, he took Caesar by complete surprise when his hips bucked and his seed filled Caesar mouth in a matter of seconds. He was so surprised he choked for a quick second before swallowing and removing his mouth, licking Sanji clean in the process. Caesar looked up at him for more instructions but he just grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up to straddle him. He raised an expectant eyebrow and Caesar started to line himself up.

Once Sanji’s hard cock was lined up with his stretched hole, he slowly lowered himself down. Sanji’s hands went right to his hips, nails digging into his skin. Once he bottomed out, Caesar started to slowly ride him. However, the blonde had other plans. He started thrusting his hips causing Caesar to go faster. He reached down and started to stroke himself. Sanji bit his lip as the pace sped up and Caesar found himself wanting to lean down and kiss him but he remember the warning and thought better of it. Instead he settled for letting Sanji take control. As soon as Caesar felt him start to struggle, he took over. He kept the pace fast and hard as Sanji threw his head back into the pillows and moans spilled from his lips. Caesar’s strokes were growing sloppy as he neared his climax. Even Sanji’s thrust were starting to seem desperate. Caesar felt as the man under him tensed up and came in him. Feeling the man’s cum fill him, Caesar couldn’t hold on any longer and came all over his hand and Sanji’s stomach.

Neither moved until their dick’s quit twtiching and they had caught their breath. Caesar found it had to support himself and as soon as the blonde pushed him off he was relieved. He laid on his back looking up at the ceiling as he will the drowsiness away. He heard the flick of a lighter and scrunched up his nose as the smell of smoke invaded his senses.

“You came on me,” Sanji said it like he was offended. “I’m sorry,” Caesar apologized as was expected of him. “Start a shower,” the blonde commanded. Caesar didn’t even respond, he just stood up and did as he was told.  

As the water finally started running warm, he turned to inform Sanji but the man was right behind him, taking him by surprise. Without a word he pushed Caesar under the warm water and stepped in after him, shutting the glass door behind him. Sanji reached around and turned up the water, fogging up the glass almost instantly. Caesar let out a small involuntary whine but the man just ignored it. Caesar reached up for the shampoo and moved to start cleaning Sanji. The blonde caught his arm and glared at him. “I told you not to touch me,” he growled spinning Caesar around so he was pressed up against the cool tile.

He could feel the man spreading his legs and positing himself in between them. He had just about enough time to take a breath as Sanji entered him. Luckily he was still pretty muched stretched and it didn’t hurt as bad as he had expected it to. As he was adjusting, Sanji pinned his hands above his head and buried his face in his neck. Caesar adjusted his bottom, arching his back the best he could so Sanji could go deeper. As he did that, the blonde bit his neck causing him to let out a moan. The pace was slow and easy at first. Caesar was enjoying it but that didn’t last long. Soon Sanji had set a relentless pace. It took Caesar all he had just to stay standing. Sanji pounded away as Caesar screamed out his name with every expertly aimed thrust. His prostate was getting assaulted and he had lost all sense of self, only feeling pleasure. Just as he felt his release building, the pleasure stopped. He cried out begging for it to come back but Sanji had already came and was climbing out of the shower.

“Let this be a lesson. Don’t get me dirty again,” the blonde warned. He left the bathroom as Caesar sank to the floor. He barely heard the room door close and he didn’t even hear it open. He was taken by surprise when he heard his boss laugh.

“~Fufufufu it seems you didn’t disappoint Mr.Vinsmoke. I think I might reward you for that,” Joker praised him, climbing into the shower.

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The Murderer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jaJQOV1Hj2Y

His hands were shaking as he picked up the bottle. He took a giant gulp, the liquid burning his throat on the way down. He set the bottle back down but he had missed the counter causing the bottle to shatter and the liquid to spill everywhere. He stepped over the glass shards and continued on. He stumbled into the bathroom, checking his reflection in the broken glass.

He was covered from head to toe in red almost as if he had been painting a picture composed entirely of red. It dripped from the ends of his raven hair onto the white tile. He caught a droplet in his hand and inspected it. He was so focused on the droplet that he had stopped shaking for the moment. He found it hard to believe at times that the human body was able to hold so many of those little red droplets. He shook his head, causing the droplets to rain down and splatter all over the white porcelain sink.

He wiped his face with his hands but that only resulted in smearing the red even more. It however, didn’t cover up his bloodshot eyes or the black bags under them. His skin was taut over his face, almost as if it would tear at any second. As he pulled off his shirt, he could count every rib and when he turned around, he could see his spine poking out from his skin. He was a walking skeleton. He lashed out at the mirror, shattering it into a million pieces all over the sink and floor. A few pieces stuck into his skin but he paid them no mind. He stripped out of his baggy clothes and turned on the shower, ignoring the blood pouring from the gash on his hand.

He stepped into the frigid shower and watched as the water ran red. He forced himself to stay under the water until it ran clear and then he allowed himself to step out and dry off. He avoided the glass and walked to his room. He was careful not to step in the red that coated the hallway floor and part of his bedroom floor. He threw on a black hoodie and a pair of pants, grabbed the knife discarded on the floor, and headed to the front door. He grabbed his shoes and house keys and locked up behind him. He pulled the hood over his head and buried his hands in his pocket, setting off into the darkness.

He was miles away from his house before he became aware of anything. At first it started with the sound of a passing car, the smell of baking bread,a dog barking. Then he heard the sound of laughter. He followed the sound to a tavern. He stepped into the dimly lit establishment and sat in the darkest corner. A waitress showed up and took his order. When she returned to give him his drink she caught sight of his hand and gasped. She was just about to ask him if he was okay when his fingers wrapped around the hilt of the knife in his hoodie. He whipped it out and shoved it in her gut faster than she could blink. He grabbed her shoulder and shoved her into his booth. He downed the drink in a few gulps and turned to the rest of the room. There was a bartender, another waitress, two men playing pool, three men at the bar, a man and woman dancing, and another woman at a table sobbing.

He approached the lone woman first. She looked up just in time to see his knife being shoved into her eye. She let out a shriek and he pulled it out, turning to face the men he knew would be after him. The first one approached with a pool stick. The man was larger therefore slower. As soon as he swung the stick, he ducked under it and came up in front of the man, shoving the knife straight under his chin and through his mouth. The pool man started throwing up blood as he removed the knife and turned to the next man coming at him. This man had a bottle and was yelling something incomprehensible. He ignored his ramblings and charged straight at him Since he was nearly a pile of skin and bones, bottle man didn’t take him seriously until it was too late. The knife that he had hidden in his sleeve sunk into the man’s belly causing him to stagger back against the bartender. While the bartender was busy with the wounded man, the other pool player came at him. He wasn’t as slow as the other one had been but he was blinded by fear and fury and his swings were erratic. He was able to dodge and slip behind the man before he realized what happened by then his throat was slit. The second waitress ran screaming for the door and he let out a laugh as he sprinted after her. He grabbed her arm, spinning her to face as he shoved the knife in her ribs and sliced up. He pulled out the knife and let her collapse in the puddle of her own blood. He turned back to face who was left. The bartender, the couple, and the two who were left from the bar.

The bartender and one of the men were trying to top the bleeding on those who were still breathing. The woman was screaming while her partner tried to protect her by standing in front of her. The final man was sobbing behind the bar with a bottle clutched to his chest. He figured the easiest to go after would be the couple. The other two were busy and could wait and the sobbing mess would be saved for last. He slowly walked to the couple, holding the knife to his lips and licking it. A shiver of pleasure went through his body as the coppery taste filled his mouth. He smiled at them as the man puffed up his chest and tried to yell at him. He just laughed as he thrust the knife forward. The man deflected it with his arm but got cut in the progress. He held his hand to his arm and glared at the man with the knife. He wasted no time with a second attack, this time aiming for the woman. She screamed at the knife sank into her arm. The man pushed him away with his good arm and tried to fight back. However the man with the knife was quicker and dodged his fist, slipping past his guard and thrusting the knife into the woman’s jugular. The man tried to lash out but his fury had made him blind and it was easy to slice him from hip to shoulder. He collapsed on top of the woman and he turned to face one of the men from the bar who came at him with a bar stool.

He tried to turn to the side to dodge but one of the legs slammed into his side. He fell to the ground clutching his side. The man threw the chair to the side and leaned down to grab the raven haired man by his hoodie but he had anticipated it and as soon as the guy leaned down, he thrust the knife into his arm. He pulled back in surprise and the man with the knife used it to his advantage. He jumped up and sliced the man’s stomach open in one swift motion. His eyes went wide as his insides fell to the ground. He didn’t even wait to watch him fall, he turned to the bartender who was backing himself into a corner. He held up his hands in a silent plea but he just laughed and lunged at the man. He tried to shield himself with his arms but that only resulted in him getting all sliced up before he shoved the knife into his temple. His eyes rolled back in his head and he pulled out the knife. That left only the sobbing man behind the counter.

He turned and slowly sauntered to the counter. He jumped up on it as the man scurried to the far side trying to get away from him. He slowly started to stalk his prey when something in the mirror behind the bar caught his attention. He stopped and gave the mirror a good look. Right behind his own blood stained reflection stood a redheaded man. When he turned around there was no one behind him. He turned back to the mirror and the man was there again. He felt his heartbeat speed up. The man shouldn’t of been there, he couldn’t of been there. The redhead looked at him and held out his hand. The raven haired man shook his head and watched in horror as the redhead slowly started to bleed from unseen wounds on his arms and chest. He could do nothing but watch as the man bled out before him. As he bled out, his skin started to grow taut around his bones and fall off. With his bony finger, the redhead wrote a final message on the glass ‘You’re the one’.

Three blocks from the local bar a man was found face down in the gutter with a broken glass bottle shoved into his stomach, dead. Upon investigation the police were able to track his whereabouts. The followed his bloody footprints to the bar where ten people had been brutally wounded and one in critical condition. The police identified the man as a Trafalgar Law. The found his address and raided his home. The found his bloody bathroom, the broken alcohol bottle in the kitchen, and a trail of blood leading from the bedroom to the basement.

They broken down the door and descended the steps with their guns drawn. There was really no need because they faced no threat. The only thing in the basement was the dead body of his redheaded lover, identified as a Eustass Kid. His arms had multiple lacerations along with a fatal wound to his chest, all done by the same knife as the bar murders.

The police could only conclude that Trafalgar Law had snapped and attacked his lover, causing the lacerations his his arms, dealt the final blow by puncturing his lungs. From there Law drug Kid’s body from the bedroom to the basement where he dumped him. Then he cleaned himself up and made his way to the bar where he attacked and killed nearly everyone there.

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Eustass Kid Week 2016

Just because I’m lazy and don’t want to post all 7 from last year separately.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11742387/1/Eustass-Kid-Week

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Fabulous

Giggling could be heard from the bathroom. It was loud enough to wake up Law. He rolled over in his giant king sized bed and squinted his eyes at the clock. It read 11:46, a.m. that is. Law let out a frustrated sigh. He hadn’t gotten in from work until after 6 in the morning. There had been a patient that had nearly died and had to be rushed into surgery.

‘It must be nice to be so carefree.’ Law thought. Kid worked whenever he felt like it. That was one of the joys of owning your own car shop. He could just put Killer in charge and take the day, or week off. When Law had gotten home the redhead was sprawled out all over the bed and hogging the blanket. He has slightly drooled on the thinner man’s pillow. It took all of Law’s energy to push the man off the blanket just so he could squirm into bed. The second the darker haired man had finally gotten comfortable in bed, Kid had nearly smothered him. He had wrapped his arms around Law’s torso, intertwined their legs, and buried his face in his neck. It was a wonder the crazy sleeper hadn’t woken up.

Law was actually surprised that he hadn’t woken up when Kid had but he was just that exhausted. The giggling was still coming from the bathroom. Law sighed and sat up. He stretched and his  waited for his back to finish popping before he padded out of bed and into the bathroom. He opened the door to see Kid giggling at his reflection.

When he heard the door open he turned to Law and erupted into a new fit of giggles. “Okay.” Law said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the doorframe, “What’s so funny?” Kid didn’t say anything, he just pointed at the shirt he was wearing. Law looked down, it was a red shirt that said ‘Woke up like this.’ Then Law’s gaze traveled to Kid’s face. His eyeliner was smeared and his lip stick was on his cheek and chin. His hair was a completely different story. It was sticking up in all different directions.

“Law.. I’m.. I’m FABULOUS!” Kid said breathlessly, bursting out into a full on laughing fit. Law couldn’t help the smile that passed his lips. A day with Kid was never dull.

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The Curse and the Doctor

A scream could be heard throughout the entire village. It was a blood curling scream made by a lone beast in the woods. The scream told a story, a story of pain and heartbreak. The door and shutters in the village all closed and no one dared venture into the woods where the scream was coming from.

There was no saving the beast at this point. He had fallen for a human and this was the price he had to pay in the end.

~Three months earlier

“Excuse me,” a man in a black cloak called out to the owners of the inn. “I am looking for the doctor’s house,” he said.

“Doctors closed shop at this time,” the innkeeper informed him.

“The doctor sent for me. I am Trafalgar Law,” he informed the man.

“Doesn’t matter who you are, he’s closed for the day. You will have to try in the morning. I have a room if you want to stay,” the innkeep offered. Law sighed and pulled out his pouch of coins. He threw a few silver ones on the counter and the man’s eyes lit up.

“Would you please show me to my room and have food delivered,” Law instructed more than asked. The innkeeper nodded and grabbed a key.

They walked up the old creaky stairs and down a hallway. They stopped at the last door and the man unlocked it, pushing open the door and allowing Law in. It smelled like dust and moths. Law stifled a sneeze and thanked the man. He scurried off and Law lit the lantern on the desk. The room had a single window, a small straw bed, a chair, and a desk. He threw his bag on the bed and fished out the letter he had received less than a month prior.

T. Law,

I am writing this letter because I have been informed that you are the top of your class. I know you have not fully finished your studies but I want to offer you an apprenticeship. I am a doctor of a small village to the south of your grand town. Not much happens here and it is  peaceful. It’s a great place to raise a family, that is why I moved here myself. My son left a few years ago and my husband sadly passed not soon after. I fear my time is near and I wish to have someone take my place as the doctor. I do not have much to offer other than my knowledge and my research. After I pass you may have my house and all other possessions. I love this village and I can not leave them without someone to watch over them.

Dr. Kureha

Law had written back to accept the apprenticeship. He had grown tired of spending hours studying with no practical use. It also didn’t help that his father had passed away earlier that year and his uncle was unbearable. He had packed up and left as soon as the second letter had arrived with directions on how to get to the village. Law had taken his jet black stallion and left that night. He arrived after three days of travel only to be put up in an inn. He placed the letter on the desk and pulled off his cloak, draping it over the back of the chair. He quickly stripped out of his riding clothes and into something more comfortable. Just as he had put a tunic on, there was a light knock on the door. He opened it to find a thin girl with orange hair holding out a plate of food.

“For you,” she mumbled.

“Thank you,” Law said, taking the plate from her hands.

He watched as she turned and left. He had noticed how her eyes had slightly widened at the sight of his coin purse. He would have to keep it close to him as he slept. He closed the door and sat down to eat. The meat was dry, the bread was hard, and the ale was warm. It would take some time to adjust from his lavish lifestyle to village living.

His uncle had laughed at him when he told him he was leaving. He was told he had grown too accustomed to living in luxury and he would come running back before the year was up. Law was determined to prove him wrong. He would make a name for himself and not get somewhere using his uncle’s name. He hoped that this village was far enough away that no one would know who he was really related to. He quickly ate and settled in for the night. He tossed and turned as he tried to get comfortable on the scratchy straw. When that failed he got up and threw his cloak over the top of the bed and laid back down. It wasn’t much better but he found himself slowly drifting off.

He awoke the next morning to the sun streaming in through the window. He slowly stretched and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He sat up and his hand immediately went to the pouch around his neck. He counted out the coins and made sure he hadn’t been robbed in his sleep. Satisfied that everything was still there, he climbed off the bed and dressed for the day. He put on a white tunic with a pair of dark breeches. He was more than happy to be out of the riding gear he had been in for the last three days. He packed up his things and put his cloak back on. He walked downstairs and gave the key to the innkeeper.

“Doctors house?” Law asked.

“Do you want to stay for breakfast, we are..” The innkeeper said, words trailing off as Law cut him off.

“It is imperative I get to the doctor’s house,” he strained,  losing his patience. This man only wanted money and Law had already over paid him for the room.

“There is a trail through the woods. At the end of the trail you will find his house. Be careful, it is said a monster lives in the forest,” with a laugh Law left the inn.

He untied his horse from the post in front of the inn and fed him an apple before throwing the reins over his shoulder and walking to the edge of the town where the woods began. He passed a few villagers who just skirted around him and avoided it as best they could. He sighed, he could already hear the rumors. He lowered his head and found the entrance. He walked along the trail with his horse right behind him. Nothing seemed amiss and his horse wasn’t spooked so Law could only guess that the innkeep had just been trying to scare him. He did find it odd that a doctor would be so far from the village and in the woods nonetheless.

Finally he came upon a clearing and he saw the house. It wasn’t anything fancy but it did have a homely feel. It was made of stone with a dark wood door with two windows that were both open. Vines crept up the front of the house but it seemed like it was intentional along with the wide varieties of flowers and plants that colored the entire clearing. There was a single pathway that led up to the front door. Law kept to the trail and made sure his horse did too. He didn’t want to disturb the plants. He knew that each and everyone of them could be used for some remedy or another.

As he drew closer, he could smell something sweet coming from inside the house. He was just about to the door when it swung open and a muscular redhead glared at him. He turned back and said something to someone inside. He nodded and turned back to face Law.

“Follow me,” he instructed. Law had no choice but to follow. They walked around to the back where it was less colorful than the front. There was a fenced off piece of land that held chickens, a few goats, and two cows with a small barn. Opposite of that was a fenced off garden that seemed very well attended to. There was a small thrown together shed that looked like it would blow over with a gust of wind.

“You can leave your horse with the other animals. There is plenty of fenced off land for him to graze and run. You can leave his tack in the shed,” the redhead pointed to the little shack. “When you’re done come in and meet the doctor,” then without a backwards glance, the redhead had opened the back door and slammed it behind him.

“Someone is just a pocketful of sunshine,” Law mumbled to his horse. He quickly pulled off the saddle and found a safe place in the old shack to put it before he turned the stallion out to graze. As soon as the gate closed, the horse shot off, running along the fence and chasing the goats. Law couldn’t help but smile at his antics. He turned back to the house and made his way in. He opened the back door and was hit full force with the smell from before. It was sweet but it had a bitter feel to it. He couldn’t quite place the smell but he felt like he should know it.  He followed the scent into a kitchen where the redhead was pacing the small room and a white haired lady was mixing some things at a wooden table.

“Ah you must be Trafalgar Law,” the lady said, never once looking up. “I am doctor Kureha and this here is Eustass Kid,” the doctor introduced.

“Nice to meet you,” Law nodded his head in Kid’s direction, earning him a grunt as the man continued to pace.

“I’m sure you have many questions and they will all be answered in time,” the doctor said, never taking her eyes from her work. “Until then I need you to go out and pick a tulip and a turnip,” she instructed.

Law was a bit stunned but quickly recovered and nodded, taking his leave. He walked out of the kitchen and into a decent sized sitting room. There were a few chairs and a cowhide rug with a table between all of them. Flowers were on the ceiling to dry and books lined the walls. Law forced himself out the door to get what he had been told.

A few minutes later he walked back through the door with the tulip and turnip in hand. He gave them to the old lady and she set to work. She ground up the flower and sprinkled the petals into the mix in front of her and set set the turnip into a pan of water over the fire. She waited for the ground up pedals to dissolve before scooping a portion of it into a different bowl. She held it out to the redhead and he took it. He gave Law a quick glance before he quickly ate it. Once the doctor was satisfied that he wasn’t going to throw it up, she turned and actually looked at Law for the first time.

“So you are to be my apprentice,” she said. Law just nodded. “We have a lot to go over and not much time I fear. I’m sure you are curious as to why I live in the woods to start with,” she said with a cold laugh. Law just nodded. “My husband became ill. I couldn’t cure him. He only grew worse and worse. At that time a terrible tragedy struck the town. Men and women were dying almost every full moon. The villagers began to speak of a curse. They said it came from the woods. I already had a feeling I knew what was behind it. So one night I sought out the curse. What I found is something that still haunts me to this day. I vowed from that day to end what the villagers were calling the curse. I hired a few men to make me this house in the heart of the woods. I moved my dying husband and myself out here where I would have more room to work and have everything I needed at my disposal. With my husband and I out of town the killings slowed and eventually stopped. My husband died shortly after the move and since then the villagers have been weary of both the woods and myself. They still come out here when someone is sick and I go into town once a week to do check ups. However, that is not why I requested you become my apprentice. I need you to do what I could not. The illness my husband had, I need to find a cure. I had hoped it had stopped with him but a few years ago the killing started again and my husband wasn’t to blame,” as the doctor continued on, Law could feel Kid growing tense. “His illness had been passed on,” she said. The redhead growled.

“Call it what it is doctor. It’s a curse!” he yelled, punching the stone wall. Law could hear a crack and watched as the blood dripped from the redheads clenched fist. Law stood up to help when the doctor put her hand out and shook her head.

“Watch,” was all she said. So Law did as he was told. He watched as the blood slowly started dripping less and less and the bruise start to fade. Next the swelling went down, leaving his hand just as it had been minutes before. Then the doctor nodded and let Law inspect his hand. It was as if nothing had happened. The only evidence that he had even been hurt was the bloody fist print on the wall and the pool of blood on the floor. Law looked at the doctor in shock while Kid radiated anger and frustration.

“Amazing isn’t it. He heals faster than any human alive, he never gets sick,” the doctor said before getting cut off by the redhead literally growling at her.

“If that was the end of it then that would be great!” he snarled. “But let me tell you about the rest of it. I have grown stronger and faster than any man. I have heightened senses. I also shift into a horrid creature every full moon. My bones break and shift until I’m turned into a four legged monster. My hair falls out along with my teeth and nails. They are replaced by fur, fangs, and claws. I crave fresh meat normally in the form of human. I can’t control myself. I become a monster. I can see what I am doing but I can’t stop it. I can only sit back as the beast takes over and rages inside of me. I watch as he kills and eats women, children, men, whoever or whatever he can get his paws on. This is no illness. This is a bloody curse!” he said, his breathing had grown labored, his nostrils flared with every breath and his eyes had turned red. He looked like a spooked animal. The doctor stood up and walked him outside. Once the fresh air hit him he seemed to calm down a bit.

“This is what killed my husband. It drove him mad and it started to wear out his body. He was already weak to begin with. The transformations every month took it’s toll on him. The curse seemed to know that he was about to die and on his last transformation he broke from his restraints and escaped into the next village. Instead of killing someone though, he simply bit him. My husband died before the sun rose. I thought that would be the end of the killing. However, it started up again. This time many more were slaughtered. I found the child covered in the blood of his victim with a knife in his chest. He had tried to kill himself but failed. I brought him here to live with me so I can try and cure him but I have hit a stand still. I don’t know what else to do and my time is coming. I can’t leave him on his own. I need someone to carry on my research,” she waited a second before going on. “If you wish to leave now that you have heard my story I understand. I will send off for another young doctor until I find one to help,” she went silent, allowing Law to take in everything that she had said.

He watched as Kid paced the backyard, taking deep breathes to calm himself. He also couldn’t help but notice as the doctor watched him with sorrow in her eyes. She had been living with the fact that she couldn’t heal this curse and she took full responsibility for it even though it wasn’t her fault. Law admired her for that. She hadn’t given up. She reminded him of his father. He hadn’t given up when Law had been sick. He had traveled far and wide to find a doctor to cure him. Finally as Law was drawing closer to death, his father arrived with a doctor to cure him. Every since that day Law vowed to be a doctor.

“I want to help,” he said, finally feeling a sense of purpose. Since his father had passed away he hadn’t felt much. He had buried himself in his studies and shut out all emotions. His uncle taunted and teased him, but Law never so much as blinked an eye. He shut himself down. Getting the letter from the doctor had ignited something within him and hearing her story only helped to light the fire. He was feeling for the first time in years. The doctor gave him a sad smile and turned back to go inside. “We have a lot to cover and not much time,” she told him, walking into the house and beckoning him to follow. He gave the pacing redhead once last glance before following the doctor inside. She headed straight for the living room and there were many books. She started pulling out bound leather books. She handed them to Law as she grabbed more. Finally she dropped the last one in his arms and dusted her hands off on her trousers.

“That is all my entries from the start to the end of my husbands illness. I want you to read them and learn them. Make your own notes, study. Maybe you can find a clue in them. Once you have caught up I will then allow you to work with me in finding a cure. I will take you to your room so you can get settled and start reading,” she said walking down a hallway. She opened the first door and lit a lantern. “This will be your room. I am at the end of the hall and Kid is across from you,” she pointed to the door across the hall. It had scratches and looked like it had been broken and repaired in a few places. “I will leave you to it then,” she handed him the light and left.

He set the journal’s down on the desk. The room was a bit bigger than the inns. It had a window, a decent sized desk, a dresser, and a bed that looked to be made from feathers and not straw, for that Law was grateful. He decided to unpack what few belongings he brought with him. He had a few changes of clothes, some coins, and a small pocket watch with a portrait of his father safely tucked inside. He placed his clean clothes in his drawer and set his riding clothes along with his cloak off the to side to be washed later. He stretched and looked out his window. He had a perfect view of the garden and the animals. He could see that Kid was still pacing around outside but it seemed less frantic than before. It seemed he was calming down. Law ran fingers through his raven hair, untangling a few knots before he sat down and pulled open the first journal dated 3 October 1689.

They started out simple enough. Dr. Kureha’s husband had always been a bit sickly. She gave him remedies to help him through the day. Then they slowly stopped working. He soon was unable to get out of bed, his skin lost it’s color. He stayed that way for two months. Then he starts to change.

10 December 1689

He seems to be getting better. He moved around the room today. He still refuses any of my remedies (page 19). Something is going on with him, something happened but he won’t tell me what. I will get to the bottom of this.

21 January 1690

His skin has regained its color, he moves around for most the day but he still gets winded easily and can’t lift anything. I have started mixing different remedies (page 35) with his food. It worked for a while but he refuses to eat anything but red meats.

05 February 1690

At some point during the night he left our bed. I woke up and he was gone. I searched the entire house. I finally found him. What I saw shocked me. My husband was passed out at the steps of our back door, covered in blood. After dragging him inside and cleaning him up, I found out it wasn’t his blood. He was unharmed. I drug him to bed and went out in search of some ingredients for a new medicine (page 50). While I was in town I heard the townsfolk talk about a murder that had happened over night. A local farmer had been ripped apart. What remained of his body was found spread out along his farm. I rushed back home and spent the entire day alone in my room watching my husband sleep.

As he finished the first set of journals, he checked all the pages the doctor had marked with her recipes and formulas for her medicines. They started out basic enough that even he knew what they were for. One was to regain appetite, one was to help someone sleep, and another to cure body aches. Law made notes of them in his own book and continues on.

Journal #2

25 May 1690

I didn’t want to believe it. I tried to give him sleep aids to keep him asleep during the full moon but it hasn’t worked. There are still murders and he always ends up at our back door covered in blood. I can’t deny it any longer. He is murdering on the full moon. Why the full moon? What’s so special about it? Why won’t my medicine work? What has this man I love become? I only get more questions and no answers.

24 June 1690

I’m going out into the woods tonight. I am going to see just what my husband has become. Even he can not tell me. He has no memories of the full moons. I didn’t tell him I would be following him. I’m terrified but I need to know. I need to cure him. If I don’t come back I hope that someone will find these and help him.

26 June 1690

I still can’t believe what I saw that night. It will forever haunt my nightmares. I have never seen anything like it. What happened to my husband wasn’t even possible yet I witnessed it with my own eyes. He, he changed. He transformed into a creature of myth. After my research I can only compare it to that of a lycanthrope. My God my husband has become a werewolf. I feel like I’m going crazy but I saw it. I heard the snapping of his bones and the fur growth. I watched as he became an unrecognizable beast and I watched as he tore a cow limb from limb, ate it, then moved onto a human. I wish to never see that again. Something must be done. I have to do something.

Journal #3

03 February 1691

I had a new house made. We are now in the woods and away from the villagers. Will this be any better? I told him what he had done and he was horrified. We came up with a solution. He had to be restrained. So I found a cave away from the village. It took me a while but I made a sort of cell. It has shackles and bars. The first few times I imprisoned him, he managed to break free. I read up on werewolf lore and melted some silver and added it to the shackles and the bars. It keeps him occasionally but not all the time. The new house is by the cave though. It makes it easier. Now that we’re are here, I can grow all the ingredients I want and I don’t have to worry about anyone questioning me. I will find a cure.

25 August 1691

He’s growing weaker. The cell contains him on the full moons. I have to make sure there is a live animal in there though. He has a bloodlust that needs to be sated or he finds a way out. I have noticed that he fights less. He is also growing weaker after each change. He lays in bed for days and I have to feed him soup myself. I fear for the worst. None of my medicines are working for him as a man or a beast. I fear for his life.

31 October 1691

He is gone. He died after his final change. I think his beast side knew he was dying. He escaped the cave and killed three people before I finally found him. He had shifted back to a human and I found it odd. The full moon wasn’t over. I watched as his body convulsed a final time and he took his last breath. I was just about to drag him home to bury him when I heard a noise from the woods. It sounded like someone crying. Fearful that someone had seen what had happened, I went towards the noise. What I found was a boy, no older than thirteen. I took him to my home and cleaned him up and medicated him. I buried my husband in the backyard and convinced the child he had been attacked and he had become delusional because of it. I took him home and told his parents that he had been attacked but the culprit was dead.

28 December 1691

The killings have started up again. I thought I was free. It’s just like before but it isn’t our village. It’s the neighboring one. It’s just like a repeat of my husband. Men are ripped limb from limb, animals mauled and eaten, no trace of the culprit. The talk of a curse has started up again. I fear my husband’s beast has been passed on. During the full moon of the next month I will take the chains I bound my husband with and find the beast.

Journal #4

23 January 1692

I found him. I can’t say I’m surprised. I should have seen it coming. It’s the kid my husband bit before he died. By the time I had found him, the sun had already risen and he had changed back. He was covered in the blood of his last kill and very confused. He had a knife implanted in his chest but he wasn’t dying. It seemed his skin was trying to heal around the wound. I took it out and I cleaned him up and promised him explanations. I told his parents I wished to employ him at my house. They seemed a bit too eager to see him off. It didn’t help that they had a whole mess of other little ones running around. Maybe this time I will find the answers I’m looking for.

30 April 1692

So far the cave and silver hold him. He requires more fresh meat though. He is stronger than my husband ever was. He seems to gain strength from the beast. It’s not draining him like it was my husband. It seems to be feeding him power. He doesn’t even seem to know his own strength. He has broken more dishes, hoes, chairs, and fence posts than I can count. I fear the cave won’t hold him for much longer at this rate. I will need more silver and I have to find a way to contain his blood lust. I have much work ahead of me.

26 September 1692

The day I have feared has come and passed. He broke out. He has grown even stronger. I have to make a trip to the city to get more silver. I need the entire cave done in it to hold him I fear. As far as his human side, he is growing with the beast. He becomes agitated while sitting or being in one place too long. He is easy to anger and tends to act violently when threatened. He can’t remember what happens as a the beast and it infuriates him. He has no control and that’s the worst part. I do all I can to keep him busy and keep his mind off things. I have him working from sun up to sun down. It’s good for him. He get’s to let off all his energy and focus on something other than his problem.

Law had just finished the fifth journal as the sun was rising. It had been full of formulas, medicines, remedies, lore, anything that might help lift the curse. According to the first date on the journal in 1689, she had been battling the curse for over six years. If his days were in order, it was July 17, 1696. That meant there would be another full moon in just about a week. He knew he would have to see the creature for himself to fully believe it. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe the doctor, it was just something that one would have to see for themselves to even know where to start.

Law stood up and stretched, not even noticing just how sore and cramped his muscles were until he stood up. He walked around the room and blew out the lantern. He heard a door open and close but he didn’t bother looking to see who it was. Now that he had made it through the journals, exhaustion was winning. He laid down on the bed and was asleep before his head hit the feather pillow.

He was woken up by a loud banging on his door. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, noticing that the room was darker than it had been when he laid down. He looked out his window and saw the sun setting. He groaned and got out of bed. He opened the door to see the scowling redhead.

“The doctor says it’s time to get up. She wants to speak with you,” Kid said before Law could even thank him or reply. Kid turned heel and left. Law sighed and quickly changed before making his way to the kitchen.

“I take it you made it through them?” she questioned, not even looking up from what she was doing. Law took a seat across from her and nodded before realized she probably couldn’t even see him.

“Yes. I read through them and made notes of your formulas and cures. I need to see it. I need to know what we are dealing with,” Law said. He could hear Kid pacing around in the livingroom. The doctor hummed but didn’t say anything for a little bit. She finished mixing whatever was in front of her and looked up.

“Very well. As you should know, the full moon is on the 23rd. The cave is about a mile away. We go before the sun sets,” she told him. “There is soup in the pot if you are hungry,” she said, going back to the work in front of her. “All the plants and anything else you might need should be around the house. They are there for you to use. I expect you to work hard. In two days we go into town to do my weekly check ups. You will assist me and learn how I do things,” she informed him.

He nodded again and stood up to get some food. He heard the front door open and slam shut. He assumed Kid had went to calm down. The doctor let out a sad sigh but didn’t move from her spot. Law filled a bowl full of soup and sat down to eat. Once his bowl was empty, he quickly washed it and ventured outside. The sun’s final rays of the day bathed the forest in an eerie light. Law walked among the fields of flowers and thought about what his next move should be. He had expected to be working with sick patients that he knew how to cure. He had studied years and memorized formulas until his brain felt like it would turn to mush. Now he was here and that was pretty null and void. It was like he was opening the medical text for the first time. Except this was over something out of a myth book and he was even more confused than ever. He let out a sigh as he ran his fingers over the flowers.

“Why are you still here?” a voice rang out, disturbing the silence of the night. Law looked up to see Kid stalking out of the woods.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Law answered the question with his own. The redhead snarled at Law’s response. “Find a way to kill me. I’m tired of this beast. I’m tired of being chained up once a month. I am not an animal but that’s what it’s turned me into. Kill me before I can’t control it,” Kid told Law. He wasn’t asking, he was telling.

“I’m not going to kill you,” Law stated. Kid growled and glared at him.

“Put me out of my misery,” he said. Law shook his head.

“I will cure this. No one should have to beg for death. No one should have to go through what you are going through either but I will not end your life over it. Besides the doctors notes said you had already tried,” Law raised his eyebrow in question.

“I have, a knife through the heart, a bullet to the head, hanging myself, drowning, none of it works. Even poisons and toxins don’t affect me,” Kid said.

“Then how do you expect me to do it?” Law asked.

“You’re smart. I’m sure you could figure it out,” Law shook his head.

“I refuse to grant your death wish. Get over it and suffer through life like the rest of us,” the raven-haired man said. Kid growled and Law his pupils dilate before he took a breath and stalked off.

“He’s rough around the edges. He’s been living with it a lot longer than he should,” the doctor said softly from behind Law. He hadn’t even heard her walk out. He watched as she picked a few flowers before doubling over in a coughing fit.

“Doctor!” he rushed to her side and helped her inside to her room. He propped her up on her pillows and waited for it to pass.

“I fear I might be leaving sooner than I had hoped. On the bookcase, behind the big book, there are some pills. Bring them hither,” the doctor told Law. He did as instructed and went to fetch her some water. She took two pills and drank the water in one gulp. “There is nothing that can be done. I am in the home stretch. I have prolonged it for too long now. I won’t make it much longer past this mood. I have been holding out for his sake. He is going to need you now more than ever. You have to cure him. You are his only hope,” she choked out, her eyes pleading with Law to help the lost redhead.

“I will do my best,” Law told her truthfully. She nodded, a small smile played at the corner of her lips.

“Good. Tomorrow we do town runs. You have a lot to learn in a small amount of time. Leave me. I need rest as do you,” Law nodded and blew out the lantern before taking his leave and walking down the hall to his room.

He lit his lantern and changed before turning his attention to his desk. The doctors journals were sprawled all over it along with his notes and quills. He closed all of her books and neatly stacked them off to the side while he went back over his notes. He decided to keep them at the house and he pulled out a new journal to take with him into town the following morning. He knew that this might be the last time the doctor would take him out and he needed to make sure he had everything in order. He made sure everything was ready for the morning and collapsed on his bed, listening to the silence of the night. He heard a door open and heavy footsteps. Law thought about trying to talk to Kid again but he thought better of it and rolled over, letting the darkness consume him.

The next day passed by in a blur. Law was introduced to many of the town folk. He learned who needed what and who was faking it and he also learned of a few single ladies. Not that he was interested in the last bit, he was there for work, not marriage. However the village folk seemed to take the sign of a new single doctor as a chance to pawn their daughters off on him. He ignored it as he and the doctor went house to house and checked on everyone. At every stop he made notes and made sure to memorize everything he could. The doctor handed out medicine and checked bandages. She moved with precision and purpose. It only took them about half the day to make it through town and get everything done. As they made it to the last house, Law saw Kid approach them. He nodded at the doctor and Law and waited for them to finish. They finished up and the doctor made her way to the spot Kid was waiting for them.

“The bakery has flour for us and the butcher has some choice meats we get to pick from first. Also over at Icebergs place they have some wood to fix the fence with,” the doctor told the redhead. He just nodded and took off. “Wait!” she called out. “Take Law,” she told him.

Kid sighed but just nodded. Law looked at the doctor but she just shoved him Kid’s way. He fell in step next to the redhead and followed him to their first stop. Neither said a word as they walked to the bakery. Kid walked in like he owned the place and was greeted by the owner. They walked to the back and grabbed two bags of flour before thanking the man and heading to the butcher. Kid went through the meat and picked out what he deemed was the best. The final stop was Iceburg’s place. It wasn’t hard to miss, it was a huge mansion surrounded by all different cuts of wood. Kid handed the flour off to Law as he wrapped the wood planks he needed in twine and hefted them over his shoulder like they weighed nothing. They thanked the workers and made their way back to doctors house.

“You didn’t pay anything,” Law pointed out, trying to make some form of conversation.

“The doctor does everything for free. As compensation, they pay her with whatever she needs,” Kid told him.

“Even if she doesn’t help them?” Law was confused because they had only helped one of Iceburg’s men. He hadn’t seen the butcher or the baker on their stops.

“She’s helped them before. The butcher damn near cut off his finger a few weeks ago. She was able to reattach it and save him from infection. The baker has nasty burns on his arms that the doctor healed for him about two months ago. She’s at Iceburg’s quite a bit due to accidents and such,” Kid told him as the came within sight of the house. “Take this inside. She will tell you what to do with it,” the redhead said as he shoved the meat into Law’s arms and headed to the back of the house.

Law walked inside and right to the kitchen. The doctor wasn’t in there but he could pretty much figure out where things went. He put the flour and meat away before grabbing some water to drink. He downed the glass quickly and turned to go find the doctor when Kid caught his eye. He was outside pulling fence posts and replacing them. Kid had stripped out of his shirt and Law was watching his back as he worked. He could see every muscle on Kid’s back. He really was so much stronger than anyone his age, or anyone at all for that matter, should be. What caught Law’s eye though were all the scars. Some seemed newer while others were faded. They came in all shapes and sizes. Law wanted to go out and inspect them for himself but he knew that it would probably upset the man. Instead he grabbed another glass of water and made his way to the doctors room.

He found her in bed going over a book in her hands. She didn’t even look up when Law entered. She held her hand out for the cup and he handed it to her and watched as he took two more pills and finished off the water.

“You heard and saw everything I did today. Get to work. You have to take the medicines into town next week, which means you have to make them,” Law nodded and left the room.

The days leading up to the full moon were a bit of a blur. Law spent the days making medicines for the villagers and watching Kid work. The doctor caught him a few times and set him straight with a few whacks from her wooden spoon. Law also noticed that as the full moon approached, Kid became even more anxious. He paced for hours, he worked well into the night, and many times Law heard Kid’s door open well before sunrise.

On the day of the full moon the doctor woke Law up just as the sun appeared over the horizon. He quickly dressed and he sat with the doctor in silence. When they were finished, they cleared the table and walked outside. Kid was nowhere in sight and the doctor didn’t offer any explanations. Instead she started walking around her garden and into the forest behind the house. They walked for quite a while in silence until they came to a stop in front of a wall of stone. Law continued to follow the doctor until she stopped at a hole in the stone and stepped inside.

The torches on the walls of the cave had already been lit and they had no trouble walking further into the cave. Law took in his surroundings, which wasn’t much. There were torches every few feet and bones littered the ground. The doctor paid no attention to them though and just kept on walking. Eventually they made it to their destination.

Law took in the sight before him. The had reached the end of the cave but it had been transformed into a makeshift prison. Right in front of him were metal bars from the ceiling to the floor. They had dried blood and deep gouges in them. The door was coated entirely in silver. The little cell even had more bones than the entire cave. However, the most interesting part was the shackles. They were on the wall and floor and they were multiple shapes and sizes. “One for each arm and leg, his neck, his wrists and ankles, and his torso,” the doctor pointed out.

“How does it work with his transition though?” Law asked.

“It stays on his neck, and it wraps around his torso, leaving two on each leg. Sometimes he slips out of them though so that’s why there are two,” she explained.

Law tried to imagine what he was going to see tonight but he had no idea and his imagination was all over the place. Before he could ask another question, he heard someone else walking towards them. He could make out Kid almost immediately and he was leading a cow behind him. He handed the cow’s lead off to the doctor and he stripped down to only his undergarments before stepping into his cell. The doctor pulled a key out of her pocket and handed it to Law. He looked at it as the doctor motioned to the inside of the cell. Law walked in to where Kid was waiting. He picked up the first shackle, surprised by its weight. He unlocked it and clamped it around Kid’s wrist. Law finished and stepped back. Kid had hate in his eyes but Law knew it wasn’t directed at him. Law wanted to say something but he had no idea what to say. Instead he just turned and left the cell. The doctor walked in with the cow and tied it up before walking out and locking the door behind her. “He normally doesn’t change until sundown but he gets really aggressive. This is for his own safety that we lock him up early,” she explained. “He is the one who suggested it after he attacked a few of the animals while he was still human.” Law nodded and looked at the chained man.

No one deserved to live life like this. He was determined to find a cure. As they sat there and waited for sundown, Law spent it thinking of ways to cure Kid. He wrote in his journal and made notes until the doctor stood up and double checked the lock on the door.

“This is where I take my leave,” she said, handing Law another key. “He prefers to be alone but for this once he said you could stay. If it seems like he might get loose, do not stay and try to keep him in. Get to the house immediately,” the doctor said in a serious tone Law had never heard before. He nodded and pocketed the key.

The doctor took her leave, leaving the cave in silence yet again. Then, out of nowhere, the cow let out a nervous moo and started fighting against its lead. Law knew it must be coming. As if on cue there was a sound much like a bone breaking followed by an ear shattering scream. Law watched on as Kid fell to the ground. His bones started snapping and breaking and his skin seemed to be bubbling. Law could only conclude it was the bones moving into their new positions. His joints contorted in on themselves and his red hair started to fall out as his mouth elongated into a snout and his scream turned into a pained howl. Ears popped out and his body started to grow reddish brown fur. His hands and feet turned into huge paws as his body progressed into the final stages of the transformation. Law couldn’t believe his eyes. The man chained up before him had turned into a monster in under a minute. He jotted down notes about the transformation and continued to stare as Kid, transfixed by what he had become. The restraints were still holding him and none had fallen off during the transformation.

The wolf in the cage paced as far as the chains would let him. He sniffed the air and growled before locking his red eyes on the cow trying desperately to fight it’s lead and escape. The wolf licked his snout and bared his sharp teeth. The cow was frantic and it seemed to only spur the wolf on. He tested the chains once more before stalking the cow as best he could. Then with a vicious growl, he pounced on the hindquarters of the cow, digging his teeth and claws into its hindquarters and dragging it closer to him. He easily broke the cows leather lead in the struggle. Within seconds the fight was over, not that it was much of a fight, and the cow was dead. The wolf drug the cows dead body to the corner and he started eating. Law furiously made notes. He observed Kid the entire night. He watched him stalk to the end of the chain and try and break it, then he would go back to his kill, then repeat the testing of the chain. A few times he fought against it and when that didn’t work he tried to bite it, which only ended up with him yelping in pain. When he did that Law could see blood dripping from his muzzle as he pulled away. A few times the wolf noticed him and tried to attack but he was thrown back by his chains where he went back to trying to break free.

Finally, the wolf settled down and laid down after he finished off the entire cow. Law continued to observe. He woke up a few times, paced, settled back down. Then, as if sensing something, the wolf shot up and let out a howl. Moments later the bone snapping started and the transformation took place. It was strange to see the fur fall away and bones re forming. Eventually Kid was back to being a human. He slumped on the ground and curled up in a ball, naked and shaking. Law grabbed the blanket he had been sitting on and he quickly unlocked the door and raced to Kid’s side to unshackle him. As soon as the chains were off, Kid looked up and Law could see the pain he was in. He wrapped him in the blanket and helped him up. Kid leaned his massive frame against Law as they walked out of the cell and out of the cave. Kid was struggling to stand and Law was doing his best to support him. They slowly made their way back to the house. They had to stop a few times so Kid could sit and rest. The change seemed to take a huge toll on him. They all but stumbled through the back door as the doctor opened it. Kid collapsed on a chair as the doctor started grabbing stuff and helping Kid drink it. After she was done medicating him, she pulled out a bowl and filled it with stew and sat it in front of the redhead. He ate it quickly and proceeded to stand up. Law noticed him swaying and quickly jumped to his aid and gave him support. He helped Kid to his room and onto his bed. The raven haired boy turned to leave when Kid grabbed his wrist.

“You have seen. I am a monster,” he said, his voice no higher than a whisper.

“I will find a way to end this,” Law said, determination in his voice.

“End me,” Kid pleaded yet again. Law shook his head and turned back to face him.

“First I am going to find a way to make it less painful for you. Then I will cure you, I swear it,” Law told him. Kid shook his head and pulled the blanket up over him. Law took that as his cue and went to talk to the doctor.

Not even three days after Kid’s transformation, the doctor Kureha passed away. Law knew it was coming. She had been prolonging her own death for the sake of Kid. Now that Law was around, she could go. She had left the house to Kid even though he said he didn’t want it. She still willed it to him and said Law could have all of her medical text and journals. He knew it would take years to make it through all of them. Her room and the living room were filled with books and journals.

They buried her in the woods by her husband. It was just Kid and Law. Neither said anything as the dug the hole and lowered her into it. The covered her with dirt and silently said their goodbyes. When they made it back to the house, Kid started working outside while Law went inside to start on coming up with a formula for the pain of the transition. He pulled out some of the doctors books and the journal he had made notes in and set to work.

As the sun started to set, Law got up to go outside and pick a few flowers for his remedy. As he was wandering through the flowers to find the right one, he saw Kid laying at the edge of the forest. Law set the flowers he had already picked down and wandered over to Kid. He dropped down next to him and just sat there. The redhead glanced over at him but went right back to staring at the sky.

“You okay?” Law finally asked. Kid sighed and shook his head.

“My family didn’t even want me, then I got turned into a monster, drug here, begged for death, finally found someone I would consider family, and now she’s gone,” Kid told Law. It was the first time he had seen any emotion besides anger come from him.

“I know what it’s like to not belong,” Law said. “After my father died my uncle kind of secluded me from everyone and made me feel like I didn’t belong. He even stooped so low to tell me that my father wasn’t really my father. He had found me in abandoned and on the brink of death. My uncle never loved me and he made that very known. When I got the doctor’s letter I was thrilled. It was my escape,” Law stopped and looked up at the sky. He could make out the first star of the night. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, we aren’t alone as we think. We have eachother now. I’m not giving up on this. I will find a cure.” Kid just looked at him and gave him a brisk nod. The two laid there for a bit longer but Law stood to finish collecting his flowers.

Over the next few weeks the two settled into a comfortable routine. Law was always the first awake so by the time Kid was up, breakfast was ready. From there Kid would work outside or around the house fixing things while Law worked on his medicines and remedies. When the sun started to dip, Kid would cook up some meat and the two would eat, sometimes in silence and sometimes making small talk. Some nights the two would sit outside and admire the stars while others they sat in the living room while Law read and Kid fumbled with scrap metal he had lying around.

They made their weekly trips into town to check up on the villagers. Many of them were sad to hear about the doctor while others seemed indifferent. Law paid no mind to them and just did his job. Afterwords they would collect what they need and head back to the house.

By the fourth week it was time for Kid’s transformation. Law had been working the entire month on an elixir to try and help some of the pain and it was time to use it. The morning of the full moon, both men were up and ready just as the sun was rising. Law made sure he had the keys, his journal, and a blanket. Each man grabbed a sheep from the pen and Law said a quick hello to his horse before the two made their way to the cave. Kid stepped into the little cell and took his position at the shackles. Before Law started restraining him, he held out a vial. “Take this. I have been trying to find a way to make it a bit more bearable one you,” he explained. Kid took it and swallowed it one gulp. He nodded, signaling he was ready. Law chained him up and locked the door behind him. He worked on formulas to keep busy while Kid slept. Law had no idea how he managed to sleep tied up but he didn’t question it. Then, like last time, as night fell the transformation started.

As soon as Kid started transforming back with the rising sun, Law unlocked the door and unchained him before he was fully back to himself. He wrapped the blanket around his bloody and bruised body and held another vial to his lips. He drank it without question and used Law as support to stay on his own two feet. They made it back to the house and Law sat Kid down and warmed up some stew. He quickly ate it before speaking. “I think.. I think it helped some,” Kid told Law.

“The medicine?” Law asked. Kid nodded.

“It wasn’t quite a painful from what I can remember.” Law opened his journal and made a few notes.

“I will try and double some of the ingredients next time,” he said, planning out loud.

“Would you mind helping me?” Kid asked as he tried to stand. Law was at his side in seconds, giving him support. “I want to wash before I go to bed.” Law nodded and helped take him to the wash room.

Law helped him sit on the small bench that was there before starting to heat up some water. He filled the tub with with a few of the buckets and then turned back to Kid to help him strip and get into the tub. As soon as he was in, he let out a content sigh and relaxed into the warm water. Law poured another over him and set to work scrubbing off the dried goat blood that he had on him.

Being this close to Kid, Law was able to really study him up close. Law had already known that the redhead was very muscular but what he didn’t know was the amount of scars Kid really had. He had seen a few on his back from when he was working but Law never realized he had them on his torso and legs also. Kid started to notice when Law’s hands lingers a bit longer over his scars and he sighed. “Most of those are not from the beast,” he admitted. “This one,” he pointed to the biggest one on his torso, “was from my father. I hadn’t cut enough firewood for him. He heated up the metal fire poker and taught me my lesson. I was six or seven. This one,” he pointed to one on his bicep, “was from a night one my brothers and I stayed out too long. When we came back he tied our arms together with barbed wire and forced us to do chores like that for an entire day.” Kid recounted, his tone radiated bitterness.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Law said as he continued to scrub Kid.

“It’s okay. I have gotten over it. I have a new problem to focus on,” he said, sitting up so Law could get his back.

“Do you want me to wash your hair?” Law asked, trying to steer the conversation somewhere else.

Kid nodded and let Law drump some water over his head. Law massaged some soap into Kids scalp, feeling him relax into his touch. He finished it out with another bucket of water and used the rest of the warm water to rinse Kid off. They sat in the bathhouse for a while so Kid could relax. When the water started to grow cold, Law helped Kid out and dried him off. The two made it to Kid’s room where he promptly collapsed on his bed and curled up under his blanket. As Law blew out the lantern and turned to leave, Kid whispered, “Thank you.” Law just smiled and closed the door, feeling more determined than ever to cure the redhead.

The next month passed much like the previous had. They did their own work, ate together, enjoyed the nights in each other’s presence, and went to town each week. The villagers were growing more comfortable around Law and he was gaining his own stride. However, something had changed between the two. They were more comfortable in each other’s presence. Sometimes when Kid was outside working, Law would find himself a shady place and scribble away in his journal while watching Kid work. The same could be said for Kid. When he worked around the house, he managed to find a way to stick close to Law and watch him work and mix flowers and herbs.

Then, the dreaded full moon came again. Law and Kid made their way to the cave with a cow in tow. Law once again pulled out a vial and gave it to Kid before he locked him up. Kid quickly drank it and let Law tie him up. The moon rose and brought with it Kid’s change. He went about like normal, testing his chains, and attacking the cow. However, he did something new. He broke out of one of his chains. It had been one of the two on his hind legs. Luckily there were two but it was the first time Law had witnessed it. The wolf had chewed his way through it, pain and all. Law made notes and when he looked up he noticed the wolf’s red eyes were focused on him. For the rest of the night the wolf’s red eyes were trained on Law, like he was inspecting him.

The sun couldn’t come soon enough. Kid changed and Law quickly untied him and fed him another vial of liquid before throwing a blanket around him and helping him to the house. He bathed him and cleaned all the cow blood, and this time even some of his own blood, off before he led him to his room and fed him. When Law turned to leave the redhead stopped him.

“That remedy you gave me,” Kid started, “I remember,” he said.

“You remember?” Law questioned, pulling out his journal to take notes.

“I remember parts of the night. Kind of like I was watching but I had no control. I remember attacking the cow and I remember you. It was weird,” Kid explained.

“So it did help,” Law mused. “Do you remember chewing through the chain?” Kid shook his head.

“It would explain why my mouth feels like I’ve eaten glass shards,” he said, frowing.

“Let me get you something for it,” Law said as he got up and left the room.

When he came back he had a vial and some water in hand. He handed the vial off to Kid who drank it then made a disgusted face. He quickly downed the water that was offered and then laid back on his pillows.

“Better?” Law asked.

“I canf feel my mouf,” Kid said as he tried to click his tongue. “It was meant to numb your mouth,” Law explained. “It should help take the pain while you heal. Get some sleep.” Before Law could leave the room, Kid had grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Pwease stay,” he asked. Law nodded and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Kid scooted against the wall to give the raven-haired man more room and pulled the covers over his face. Law got comfortable against the footrest and started making new notes about that night’s full moon. He had observed new and intense behavior from that round of medicine which meant that Kid wasn’t beyond saving.

The next morning Law awoke in an unfamiliar bed. When he sat up and looked around, his memories of the previous night came back to him. He realized he must have fallen asleep in Kid’s room while taking notes. He looked around for his journal which was placed on Kid’s chair. The redhead was nowhere in sight. Law stretched and made Kid’s bed before he went in search of the man.

He didn’t have to look too hard, Kid was in the kitchen cooking. He greeted Law as he sat at the table and continued to write in his journal. Kid sat down a plate of bacon and eggs  and the two ate in silence. When both plates were empty, Kid broke the silence.

“So what does all that mean?” he asked, motioning to the book Law was scribbling away in.

“It’s the formulas to the remedies I’ve been given you and the different reactions to them,” Law explained.

“What was the last one you gave me?” Kid asked.

“It was a mixture of things. Partially a memory tonic with some things for pain,” Law explained, pointing to a few words that Kid didn’t understand.

“Whatever it was sort of worked but aren’t you supposed to be curing me?”

“I’m trying. I don’t understand what makes the beast. If I could understand that, I should be able to either kill it off or at least separate you two and kill it then. To do that I need you to be able to differentiate from the beast and yourself during the transformations. I need to know you and I need to know it,” Law told Kid who nodded along, trying to take it all in.

The rest of the month was spent in more studying and making different remedies.  Kid found himself at Law’s side more than once, watching and observing as the man worked. Law often found himself spending more time watching Kid work than actually doing research like he was supposed to. He enjoyed watching Kid work from sun up to sun down, the way his muscles flexed and the sweat dripped from his body. Law often found himself thinking about Kid in other ways also but he always shoved them away and tried to focus on the cure. The redhead wasn’t making it much easier though. Law often caught him staring a bit too long at him and even more than once, his fingers would graze Law’s skin and it didn’t seem like an accident.

However, neither spoke of it and just went on about their days. They made the weekly trips into town, which Law had now mastered, got their supplies, and went back to the house to work. Law tended to the plants and garden while Kid took care of the animals and the maintenance around the house. At the end of the day they would light the fireplace and Kid would tinker with whatever he could get his hands on while Law went over the medical text. Their routine went on like this until a week before the full moon.

“Law,” Kid spoke up, breaking the silence.

“Mhhm?” Law raised his eyebrow and hummed in response.

“I have a question for you,” the redhead said.

“What is it?”

“Would you,” Kid paused as he turned the contraption in his hand and looked at the fire, “teach me how to read?” Law looked up from his book and actually looked at Kid. The redhead had a slight blush across his cheeks and he looked uncomfortable.

“You don’t know how?” Kid shook his head.

“I was never taught. My parents thought it useless and the doctor was always so busy,” he refused to look at me as he talked. I could tell he was ashamed.

“Okay then, starting tomorrow I’ll start teaching you,” Law said, causing Kid to look up and smile.

The two went on about their night as usual and the next night, as promised, Law started to teach Kid how to read and write. He was a quick learner and by the night of the full moon, Kid was able to write every letter of the alphabet, his name, and Law’s. They had to put their nightly routine on hold the night of the full moon.

They walked to the cave in silence, Kid leading one goat while Law had the other. They tied the animals up in the cage and Kid stripped down and waited to be tied up. Law gave him the newest dose of medicine and went to chain him up when the redhead grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer.

At first Law though that maybe the beast had taken over early and he prepared himself for a fight. However, he was not prepared for Kid’s lips to be on his. He went stiff as a board, unable to comprehend what was going on but as Kid’s tongue flicked against his lips, he opened his mouth and allowed Kid’s tongue entrance. He finally managed to make some of his body work as he kissed the man back. Kid wrapped his arms around Law and pulled him even closer as Law wrapped his fingers in Kid’s bright red hair. Eventually the two pulled apart, breathless and flustered. Both of them looking anywhere but the other. Then, before either could speak of what just happened, Kid let out a pained moan and Law knew it was time. He locked him in his shackles and locked the cage. Kid hung his head and let out pained sobs until the transformation came. It seemed he was in more pain than normal. He cried out through the entire thing and it even took his wolf longer to recover. When he finally did, he devoured both the goats within minutes and stalked the cage. He bared his teeth at the chains and the bars but he didn’t try and chew through them. He kept shaking his head and pawing at his face like he had an annoying itch. He settled down for a while and slept. Law stayed up the entire night and made notes and observed him. The sun finally came up and brough Kid back. His howls of pain turned into screams of pain as he collapsed on the ground, naked and covered in blood. Law rushed to his side and covered him in a blanket. He helped him back to the house and into a warm tub. He scrubbed Kid clean as the redhead dozed off in the water. When the blood was gone, Law toweled him off and carried him to his room. He forced him to drink some medicine and made sure he comfortable in his bed. When Law tried to leave, Kid reached out and pulled him onto the bed with him.

“Don’t leave,” he murmured as he drifted off. Law weighed his options, he could try and get out of Kid’s iron grip or he could stay and talk all this through with Kid when they both woke up. He decided it best just to stay and get some sleep. It had been an exhausting night for both of them.

Kid woke to a warm presence on his chest. He cracked open and eye and couldn’t help but smile as Law’s familiar black hair came into view. As Kid streched, Law woke. The raven-haired seemed to be a bit disoriented but quickly recovered from his shock.

“Mornin’.” Kid said.

“Is it?” Law asked, looking around.

“I think so. I’m not sure,” Kid admitted as he rested one of his hands behind his head and looked down at the man who still hadn’t moved from his naked chest.

“How did the remedy work this time?” Law asked, showing no signs of moving.

“I felt the beast as I changed. He didn’t fully consume me. Parts of the night are missing but I remember seeing you and the change. Those are the two that stand out the most to me,” Kid explained.

“You seemed to be in more pain?” Law asked. “I felt like I was fighting with the beast. He wanted to take over but I wanted to keep control,” Kid recalled.

Law nodded and started mumbling to himself. Kid thought it best to just let him work through it. Eventually Law sat up and grabbed his journal and started writing stuff down. Kid lounged on his bed and watched the doctor work. At some point it dawned on him that his feelings for Law were much more than friendship. At some point during Kureha’s death and that night, Kid had fallen for the man who was supposed to be curing him. He had been trying to fight it for weeks. He had known the entire time but he tried to fight it. However, he knew he couldn’t be too far from Law’s side and he loved watching him work. He felt himself getting possessive when the villagers threw daughters Law’s way or even just go to friendly. It took all Kid had to suppress his animalist urges and tear their throat out.

“I think I’m going to make some food. I’m starving,” Kid said as he climbed around Law and out of his bed. Law nodded and kept writing.

Law was so engrossed in his notes that when Kid’s fingers found their way to his chin and lifted his head up, he dropped the book and lost all ability to think. Kid leaned in and kissed him. At first Law didn’t react but as soon as the ability to think returned to him, he kissed the redhead back. It wasn’t like the night before, full of urgency and pain. No this one was slower and more passionate. Kid’s tongue demanded entrance and dominated his. Law let Kid take the lead and felt himself being gently pushed down onto the bed. He didn’t resist, he just let it happen. Kid crawled onto the bed and straddled Law.

“You are mine,” the redhead growled. His eyes a mixture of the beasts and his own. Law reached up and wrapped his hands in the redheads messy hair.

“Yes,” he breathed out. The beast, seemingly satisfied, nodded and Kid’s eyes went back to normal.

He leaned down and buried his face in Law’s neck. He breathed him in before he bit his neck. Law let out a moan as Kid continued to abuse his neck. Kid bit, sucked, growled, and moved onto an unbitten spot on Law’s neck. Kid was in the process of removing Law’s shirt when there was a knock on the front door. Kid growled and his eyes flashed red. Law gently kissed him and pushed him off the top of him. He pulled his shirt back down and walked to the front door. He opened it to see a frantic child.

“My mom, she won’t wake up. Help me!” the child pleaded. Law nodded and raced back to his room to grab his medical bag. Kid, somewhat calm, joined Law as they raced into the neighboring village, where Kid had come from. The child led them to her house. It smelled of sickness. Law went right to the woman’s side and started examining her.

“The village doctor can’t heal her. He gave up on her,” the child sobbed.

“Hu..sh.. Now.. child,” the mother whispered out.

“Kid, take her out of here,” Law instructed. He nodded and picked the child up and took her outside.

Law worked hard, mixing and making pastes and referring to his notes. Hours later and an empty bag, Law emerged from the house. Kid and the child were nowhere in sight. Law wiped his face on his dirty sleeve and walked around the town to look for them. As he made it to the outskirts of town, he saw an old run down house with little redheaded children running around and screaming. As a man came out to scold them, Law was taken aback by the resemblance to Kid the man had. There was no mistaken that they were related. The man glared at Law as he passed and went back inside. Law walked past the house and to the river that was outside the village. That was where Law found Kid and the child. They were playing in the water. As soon as the child saw Law she jumped out of the water and raced to his side.

“Is she okay?” the child asked. Law nodded.

“She needs rest and shouldn’t move for the rest of the month. I left some medicine for her but it will run out within a week. You need to come back to my house next week after I make more to get it,” the child’s eyes went wide and she wrapped Law in a hug.

“Thank you!” Law nodded.

“Make sure to take care of her. One week and I expect to see you,” she nodded and raced off home. Kid took his time climbing out of the river and joining Law. “I saw your father,” Law stated.

“I did too. He ignored me. None of my younger siblings even know me,” Kid said with a shrug. “It’s behind me. I have a new life now,” Kid said as he looked at Law.

“Let’s go home. We have work to do,” Law said, Kid nodded.

The next week, Law made the medicine for the child’s mother, went to the village to check on the regulars, gather supplies, and went over his notes on Kid’s beast. The two spent their nights in each other beds, kissing and touching but never much more. Kid held himself back and Law thought it better not to ask.

The second week, the child came to get the medicine and inform them that her mother was getting better. Kid and Law went back into town to deliver more medicine and do check ups. Law noticed that if they spent too long in one place or if men started talking about their daughters, Kid would start getting anxious and Law would have to excuse them and leave before Kid lost it.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Kid would apologize and they would move on.

The third week passed without incident. They went on as normal. Law was careful not to linger in any place for too long and get home quickly. He worked on making more of the remedy for Kid and making medicine for the village. He continued to watch Kid work and then they spent their nights enjoying the others company by the fire.

Finally, by the fourth week Law had a definitive answer. The two had been sitting around the fire after a long day. Kid was working on something, sitting on the floor by Law’s chair as he read. He was trying to figure out what was going on with Kid when he nearly jumped from his chair.

“I found it!” Law exclaimed, causing Kid to jump.

“Found what?” the redhead asked.

“The answer to why you have been so possessive,” Law started. Kid looked like was going to object with Law went on. “It’s the wolf side. Apparently,” Law looked back down at the book in his lap. “A wolf takes one mate in their entire life. Once a wolf finds it’s mate, they become extremely possessive and at times will kill for their mate. A wolf can mate with a non human. However, they tend to outlive their human mates but they will never remate. They will live out the rest of their life mourning for their mate. They mark their mates so other wolves know,” at that Law looked down at Kid who just shrugged. Law’s whole neck and torso were marked from Kid’s teeth. “However, just marking does not complete the process. It allows other wolves to know but the final step of a wolves mating process is the actual mating. From there the two mated will share a deeper bond and at times even feel the other emotions,” Law finished and looked down at the redhead on the floor.

He seemed to be lost in thought. He rested his head on Law’s leg and let out a sigh. Eventually he looked up at the doctor and let out a sigh. “How do you feel about that?” he asked. Law looked down at the man and answered truthfully.

“I would think that it’s obvious by now but since you don’t seem to think so, I’ll spell it out for you,” Law said. “If I wasn’t okay with this then I wouldn’t be sharing my bed with you.” “But are you really okay with being mine, forever,” Kid mumbled. Law slid off the chair and onto the floor next to Kid.

“Yes,” he said as he looked him in the eyes, the beast flashed momentarily but Kid suppressed it and licked his lips.

“Then I want to ask something of you,” Kid said.

“What is it?” Law asked.

“Can we.. Can the, mating part wait. At least until after this transformation? I want to be in the right frame of mind,” Kid mumbled. Law leaned down and kissed Kid before he answered.

“Of course,” Kid pulled Law into his lap and kissed him back.

“I love you,” he said in between their smothering kisses.

By the end of the week, neither were looking forward to the transformation. Law was certain that this batch of medicine might be the next break through but he wasn’t looking forward to seeing Kid in so much pain. The two headed over early in the morning with only a goat. They tied it up and prepared Kid. Law had brought a paste he had made. He rubbed it all over Kid in hopes it would help with some of the pain. He made him drink the vial of remedy he made and then kissed him before he chained him.

Law took his place outside the cell and took notes while Kid rested. As the sun went down, it started. First he cried out in pain and Law watched on as the transformation took place. Once he was fully transformed, the wolf stretched out and looked right at Law. Something seemed different this time. When Law locked eyes with the wolf, he sensed a change. At first he thought it might be Kid recognizing him. He excitedly took notes and waited. The wolf ate the goat and paced the cell. He settled down to rest before getting back up and testing his restraints. At first it seemed normal but then he started fighting them and broke two right before Law’s eyes. Law took more notes, not sensing any trouble. He continued to watch as the wolf studied him.

It wasn’t until the chest restraint broke from Kid that Law felt the danger. He abandoned his post and left the cave. He could hear the howling of the wolf ring out across the walls of the cave and he picked up his pace. He was halfway between the house and the cave when he heard the snapping of twigs behind him. He picked up his pace, sprinting for the house. He was almost to the property line when he risked a look behind him. He couldn’t see the wolf but he could sense him. Then before he could turn back around, he tripped over a log. As he was trying to stand back up, the wolf was on him.

Law came face to face with the bloodied muzzle of the red wolf. The wolf opened his mouth and snapped at Law. He could smell the rancid breath of the beast. He tried to calm his frantic heart and think. “Kid, Kid I know you are in there. Don’t do this,” Law tried to reason, earning a growl from the beast on top of him. The wolf’s giant paw crushed Law’s shoulder, holding him in place. Drool dripped down on Law’s face and turned to try and avoid it but it was no use. The beast leaned down and sniffed him as he knew the smell.

“Kid, it’s me. Your mate,” Law tried again. The wolf pulled back and inspected him. For a second there was a flash of Kid’s eyes in the beast but it was gone as quick as it came. The wolf snarled and pawed Law’s shoulder, taking off flesh with its sharp claws. Law let out a yell of pain. The wolf growled one last time before he went in for the kill. “I love you Eustass,” Law said weakly, seeing the end coming. Seconds later the wolf’s teeth were in Law’s throat. He pulled away as Law struggled for air, coughing up blood. The wolf licked at the blood as the light left Law’s eyes.

Two hours later as the sun rose, the scream of a broken man could be heard throughout the entire village. Kid held his mangled lover in his arms. Law’s body was cold and lifeless in his arms. Kid screamed and yelled at the unfairness of it all. He was covered in Law’s blood, naked and alone in the world. The one person who brought out the human in him was now dead and he was alone with no way to die. He scream and scream, the forest echoing the name of his lost lover and the pain he was destined to live with.

[raz-writes]

Day 12- Awake

Kid tried to roll over and get in a more comfortable position but he was stopped by a weight on top of him. In his groggy state he was confused and it took his tired brain a second to remember the events of the night. He cracked open an eye to see a mop of raven hair resting on his chest. The doctor had nestled into Kid’s chest with a leg draped over both of his. Law shifted slightly, causing Kid to automatically tighten his grip around the sleeping man.

“Law,” Kid whispered. “Law.”

“Mhhm,” the doctor mumbled.

“My arm is asleep,” Kid said.

“Get over it I’m comfortable,” Law mumbled against his chest.

“You know normally I don’t let people stay in my bed,” Kid told Law.

“What can I say? I feel special,” Law murmured, clearly unamused.

“I really hope you are comfortable since I can’t feel my arm,” Kid complained.

“Very, thanks for asking,” Law said as he adjusted a bit.

“Well I guess since we are going to be here a while, you can answer one thing for me. Why didn’t they arrest my brother?” Kid asked. “I was thinking about it before I went to sleep last night and it just doesn’t make sense.”

“The cops have a soft spot for me,” Law told him.

“Why? Did you save someone or something?” Kid questioned further.

“No.” “Not gonna share story time with me this time?” Kid asked.

“It’s a long story,” Law sighed.

“I think we have time,” Kid laughed.

“Fine but if I tell you my story then I want to know yours,” Law bargained.

“I’ve told you mine,” Kid said as he started running his fingers along Law’s arm.

“You said it briefly but I want it all.”

“Fine, I’ll show you mind if you show me yours,” Law teased.

“Deal,” Kid chuckled.

“Well first off, I grew up in the mafia. My uncle ran it. My father, Cora, he wanted out of it. His solution was to become an undercover agent and bust him from the inside. This all happened when I was about six or seven. He brought down the mafia from the inside. Since that day my father moved up and I was given only the best education. When I was a teenager Cora took me on a vacation and told me that I had been bought as part of human trafficking and the only reason I wasn’t sold was because I was sick. Cora took me around numerous hospitals until they figured out what was wrong with me. He adopted me during all of it. He was worried I would hate him but he was my father so I couldn’t hate him. As I told me the story that was when I decided to be a doctor. I buried myself in my studies and became a doctor. As I was doing that my father moved up in the ranks, when I graduated he gave me the car as a reward. So long story short, the reasons they didn’t take him to jail is because my name is on the car and my father is head of all the officers. I didn’t report it stolen so they knew I let someone borrow it. It’s less of a hassle to just bring it back to me than to book him and fill out paperwork,” Law explained.

During the story, Kid’s hand had moved from his arm to his hair. He had been running his fingers through the man’s hair and anytime he tried to stop, Law would nuzzle his hand to make him continue.

“I guess it’s my turn,” Kid said, earning a nod from the man on top of him. “Fine but you can’t feel sorry for me after.” “I just told you I was in the mafia and was part of human trafficking and you think I’m going to feel sorry for you?” Law teased.

“Fair enough. Okay well if you can’t tell by now, Killer and I aren’t biological brothers.  I mean it’s obvious,” Kid let out a laugh. “We were neighbors. I’ve known him since I was in diapers. His mom was a whore my dad was a drunk, they made quite a pair. Needless to say we lived a pretty fucked up life. Killer was whored at for his mom’s addictions and my father beat me  just because he felt like it. Went on for years and years until one day we had enough. Killer had just been whored out and my dad had gotten out of hand. He came at me with a knife. Cut my left eye, that’s how I got this scar. Killer found me, covered in blood, some of it my own most of it my fathers. I blacked out and killed him but to this day I can’t tell you how. He cleaned me up, called the cops. We were sixteen. They arrested his mom and said what I had done was in self defense. We were granted the right to be adults. That’s why I dropped out. I had to work to pay for rent and made Killer keep going to school. He even started college, that’s when I got my GED and we opened the shop. Killer finished school with a business degree and here we are,” Kid finished, letting out a deep breath.

“Looks like we both had some crappy lives,” Law joked.

“You got a car out of it,” Kid pointed out. “I vote mine is worse.”

“Are we going to play that game? I’m sure I can come up with some more stories,” Law said, lifting himself up on his elbows to look at Kid, a gleam in his eyes.

“Don’t you have another better to do today than try and make me feel sorry for you? Like a job or something?” Kid questioned.

“I’m off, so the answer to that would be no. I have all day to make you realize my life was worse than yours,” Law laughed, still looking down at the redhead.

“I have something that trumps all your stories,” Kid smirked. “And it happened yesterday, two cockblocks, one day. Bam I have a worse life,” Kid said.

“If I do recall, I was also part of that. So I say we are pretty even,” Law pointed out.

“You were the reason we were cockblocked the second time so I don’t call it even,” Kid pouted.

“Should I make it up to you?” Law asked, his stare suddenly turning very seductive.

“I’m not sure you can at this point,” Kid said, still trying to act hard to get.

Law leaned down, ghosting his lips over Kid’s. “Fine then, I’ll take you out to breakfast.”

And with that the warmth next to Kid was gone. He looked up to see Law already throwing on a shirt. He growled, literally growled in frustration, only earning a laugh from the doctor.