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keyofshadows · 8 years

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@akingdomtheorist

So! Ridiculous conversation that’s gonna strike me as funny for the next week, probably. Which I could definitely use, but whatever. Thought I’d amuse you with it since your cupcake started it, lol.

keyofshadows Tomorrow's Eli's birthday. Confetti for all.

akingdomtheorist Adion will make him a cupcake

keyofshadows Awe. He'd be touched. And Adion would get a hug. Also one of those pointy birthday hats.

akingdomtheorist What if the cupcake was shaped like a pointy birthday hat

keyofshadows Pfffff he'd demand to know if the dragon was conspiring with his mom. She used to sew him a replica of Yen Sid's hat every few years and make him wear it on his birthday while she took pictures. From his literal 'I'm twenty minutes old' birthday until he was eighteen. IS THIS POINTY BIRTHDAY HAT CAKE A REFERENCE TO HIS HAT NEMESIS

sstingray yen sid knows about the hats

keyofshadows Is he amused or shaking his head because what is wrong with these people

sstingray secretly amused but won't show it is my wager

keyofshadows I wonder how much Eli was complaining under his breath about it during his lovely summer of responsibility training also I wonder how many dirty looks he was giving Yen Sid's hat while the man was wearing it because whoops

sstingray the master probably noticed it and said something to him eventually.

keyofshadows lmao. "It's not you Sir, honest! It's just...uh...nothing, actually, never mind, I'm supposed to be mopping or something, better get back to that." /slinks off because oh my god, explaining to Yen Sid about the Hat when he has no idea he already knows, pfff. Poor Eli.

sstingray not pictured: ray in the background trying really hard not to laugh

keyofshadows Oh sure, enjoy your amusement now, he'll get you back for it. Someday. Somehow. Maybe. She can babysit his eventual demonspawn, that'll do it. ...Which would be more of a punishment to the kids, actually.

sstingray and she'll get just as much fun out of that as she did watching him

keyofshadows Okay, we totally know what we're doing with Auryn when he misbehaves. Off to aunt Ray's for a pop quiz!

sstingray secretly gives him cookies when they're not looking

keyofshadows Ray's gonna end up with a kid that mouths off just to be sent for 'punishment', you know. Though he'll be more of an actual pain in the ass as a teenager. Amelia says don't worry about that, she and Nico will knock him into shape. With his own Keyblade, if necessary.

sstingray but eli she is not a tool to punish your children with! gosh!!

sstingray well if he misbehaves TOO badly he'll still learn not to cross her

keyofshadows The Grasshopper knows this. But really, it's Date Night and he and Specter really wanted to have some quiet movie time that didn't involve Auryn yelling in the background from upstairs. I should probably feel bad for Ray having to deal with the next generation of troublemakers, but nope. Too busy snickering.

sstingray it's fine they'll watch a movie that eli doesn't want him to see

keyofshadows Which would probably be anything with drunk elephants. Dumbo is Evil. So is Bambi, but for completely different reasons.

sstingray well. if auryn is up for it...

keyofshadows This is Eli's punk firstborn, of course he is.

sstingray welp. pink elephants on parade it is!

keyofshadows And Ray then gets to field ALL the questions, like how can elephants get drunk, and why isn't HE even allowed more than a can of soda a day if whatever Dumbo had was worse - wait, was that elephant beer? Or did he drink funny water? And if he drinks too much soda is he gonna see pink elephants too? Is THAT why he's not allowed too much? Can he have a few cans and find out?

sstingray fermentation is a terrible thing, you're too young kid, maybe idk but i saw this video once of elephants eating fermented fruits and getting totally trashed, honestly who even knows anymore, no, no it's because you'll get a sugar high and it's also terrible for your health, and no

keyofshadows He is completely unhappy with all of these answers, he'll have you know. Except the trashed elephant video, he wants to see that. BUT. He's gonna complain to Nico first (who will tell him to Listen To Aunt Ray She Knows More Than Them) and then he'll go home and whine at his dad BECAUSE AUNT RAY IS BEING UNFAIR FIX THIS

keyofshadows Eli just snickering and yeah, no, you have no idea of the meaning of 'unfair' when it comes to her, short stuff, sorry.

sstingray eli's probably like "that's what she does there is nothing i can do"

keyofshadows Nor does he wish to try, he's too old for another Darkside/Twilight Thorn/Who Knows What That Is pop quiz. He has kids now! (He's never too old, lmao. Kai'll boot him over for laughs.)

sstingray in which kai accidentally initiates a game of corridor ping pong with eli as the ball

keyofshadows Pfff. Kai says he thought he was going to get into trouble for booting the Epic Dork through Corridors, or does that only count when he's kicking him into the Maw?

sstingray nnnnno he'll probably be in trouble for it later but aunt ray has a life too you know she can't deal with your antics all the time!! there are seas to be sailed! treasures to be found! magics to learn!

keyofshadows Good, then can she take Soren with, he needs a way to deal with him this week that A - Does not involve setting his sneakers on fire AGAIN and B - Keeps Ro from rescuing him. Little brother gets seasick, little brother won't be warping over to pick him up. ...The maturity is astounding.

sstingray just for that she'll kick kai into the ocean

keyofshadows This is punishment how? He can swim. Also will probably open a Corridor and drop into it before he hits the water because he's a little shit.

sstingray either way he's off her ship so she'll count it as a win

sstingray not if she kicks him into her own portal and drops him right above the water

keyofshadows This is how you make enemies, Ray. (lmao, as if he'd do more than sulk for a few days before showing up again to get cookies/ask a favor/see what she thinks is a good present for Ro's birthday)

sstingray puhlease she'll take kai on pirate adventures someday

keyofshadows Do we really want a Keyblade wielder pretending to be a pirate. Or even just on the ship for longer than thirty seconds. (Yes.)

sstingray um duh?? how fun could that be

keyofshadows Kai's pointing out it should be Keyblade MASTER by that time, get it right. This from Mr. 'There's no way I'd ever be that good' who eventually is because whoops, Auryn's training is filled with fetching the chips Mastery Exams. I didn't know that traumatizing was another word for fun.

sstingray isn't that the epitome of everyone's time with their favorite aunt

keyofshadows There was just a resounding 'YES', so.

sstingray well there you go!

keyofshadows /snicker

keyofshadows The pirate thing is gonna turn into tradition, just like Ray taking on Eli as an apprentice started that ball rolling for him. She should pop on by one of the rabbit holes of Wanderer's Refuge again and see if she can land anywhere near Fen's time again. Be greeted by a slightly older (no more than 18, probably) Az, who happily informs her about how she's 'retraining' Celia's apprentice Seth, much to her dad's horror. Probably much to Ray's too, lol. 'Wait, wasn't he the boy that kept going creeper on you? That you hated? WHAT ARE YOU DOING'

sstingray no no its not a bad thing retraining is good

sstingray show him the light girl you go though lol god forbid ray ever have kids and they get mixed up with eli's family that's just gonna be chaos everywhere

keyofshadows Fen asks Ray to PLEASE not encourage his baby, he doesn't like Seth, he doesn't trust him, how does he know he's not going back to Celia and telling her things AZ IS NOT READY FOR THIS STUFF. OMG

sstingray also how would even feel about ray showing up again Oh welp

keyofshadows SO MUCH CHAOS.

sstingray that's the thing about light fen, sometimes you just gotta trust someone

keyofshadows Also no one minds Ray's random drop-ins, she's the Refs boogieman, after all.

sstingray and maybe put a tracker on them u know whatever works

keyofshadows He refuses to trust Seth, he's a little shit.

sstingray excellent her legend will live on

keyofshadows Az'll threaten her kids with Ray popping out of nowhere, just for the entertainment value.

sstingray I have a feeling her hypothetical family would get on great in the chaos tho lmao az can be like IT HAPPENS. A LOT ACTUALLY. we should probably do something about that

keyofshadows Just like how she's naming her firstborn son Jalen, also for the entertainment value. She can hear the grumping from the original through the rabbit hole, lmfao.

sstingray listen ray never asked to be an accidental time traveler it's weird ok

keyofshadows Also hilarious

sstingray she'll be sure to tell Jalen that when she gets back

keyofshadows The kid's gonna be the bounciest, most cheerful baby ever. /cackle

sstingray Oh how delightful!

keyofshadows Az thinks so~

keyofshadows Fen's twitching now because apparently Az is over her crush on Leo and he'd actually rather she go drool over the grease-covered boy Not From Here as opposed to the direction she's looking in. /facepalm

sstingray he could always come back :v

keyofshadows Imagine Fen trying to convince Leo to distract his daughter from the weirdo she's currently 'retraining'. For her own good, of course, not his nerves. /dies

sstingray leo is like whoa that is none of my business dude. slowly backs away.

keyofshadows Az is just smirking. Ha ha dad. But hey, nice to see you Leo, still eating sandwiches out of that toolbelt of yours? Somebody made rice krispy treats if he wants any.

sstingray great now that he gets to see her again, yes, and y e s where can find them?!

keyofshadows lol. Just opens a Light corridor and hands him a whole plateful.

sstingray !!! did he ever tell her he loves her cause he totally does

keyofshadows OH GOOD WAY TO START OFF THE AWKWARD BLUSHING LEO THANKS

sstingray thumbs up!!

keyofshadows Fen's trying not to applaud. Go away, you, quit trying to influence things. His wife would swat him.

#kingdom hearts au #world refugees #Snapshots #long post #plotting maybe #friends #Eli's descendants are weird #then again so is he so it makes sense #aunt Ray: terrorizing the family through time and space with her pop quizzes #Light help Seth if he ever steps out of line again actually #it'd probably be worse once he's actual family than if he were just Celia's apprentice #also someone needs to stop her from teaching tainted dream magic to people #it's not going to end well one of these days

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eclipsedpascal · 3 years

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Lavender Bruises

Older!Duncan x Female reader

A meeting with you and your father’s company’s buyers, leads to the shocking realisation that you had unknowingly slept with it’s new owner, Duncan Shepherd, just the night before. You needed to hide this sinful secret from your father, which left you stuck between wanting to make him proud and the unsatisfied craving you couldn’t ignore for Duncan to claim you as his personal toy. But you could manage both. Right?

Warnings: mentions of work (ew), alcohol, one night stands, large age gap, daddy kink, size kink, unprotected sex, public sex, fingering, oral (female receiving), intercourse, spit kink, slapping, spanking, hickeys, bruising, degrading/teasing, mouth fucking with fingers? is that a thing?, hair pulling and a ring kink ig:)

Notes: I've been writing this for fkn MONTHS now bcs I kept loosing inspiration, so this is actually the first thing I ever properly wrote! it's kinda complicated ig? idk like the parts in bold are a time skip to the night before and the fic goes in-between the meeting the reader is at and the previous night, meaning there’s two separate smut scenes so!!! but yeah i'm a whore lmao. Also ik hickeys don’t show up the same on certain skin tones and i’m sorry for that. i tried my best to be as inclusive as possible nd didn’t mention anything to do with the skin tone. Also!! if you're interested, I was listening to Cherry lips by garbage most the time I was writing this nd I feel like it fits it pretty well😌

Word count: 8.4k

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Going over the logistics of a content deal with the conglomerate that had recently bought your fathers newspaper wasn't the most preferable way for you to spend your lunch, but unfortunately it was necessary.

You know how these “lunches” go; business meetings disguised as casual discussions. They’re exactly the same if taken place in a conference room. Disagreeing and having to come to compromises you’d rather not, with the only differences being there's more chatter and cluttered noise of dinnerware coming from the restaurant around you.

You much preferred being in the office for these kind of things, but it was at the request of the new owners that you meet here, meaning you didn’t really have choice.

As you arrived at the restaurant you saw your father inside, waiting for your arrival just past the main entrances oversized, glass doors. You were almost 10 minutes late now and you knew he would be pissed. Honestly, you couldn't blame him.

Having to rush through a traffic riddled DC to get home at 10 in the morning because you had spent the previous night in a strangers hotel bed wasn't your proudest moment. Was it worth it? Yes, but it didn’t exactly leave you with much time to prepare for the lunch only two hours later.

You payed the driver and stepped out of the cab onto the drowning, wet sidewalk, desperately trying to shield yourself from the relentless rain that had been pouring down on the city all morning.

Looking up at the grand building on front of you, you could tell the place was going to be expensive. The entrances steps were 12ft wide and made of a pearly white marble that was now soaked with cascading rain water, making them even harder for you to run up in your heels as you tried escape the cold.

“Y/N, where have you been? You're 10 minutes late and these people don't like to be kept waiting." The people your father was referring to? the owners of Gardner Analytics. they had bought what seemed like hundreds of press company's over the past few years, especially those in the DC area. Their most recent purchase being the Washington herald, of which your father was the Editor-in-chief. You had been working there for a few months as your fathers assistant and helping out at these meetings had become routine.

“I'm so so sorry, my alarm didn't wake me and I-“

"It's fine" He interrupted "It's fine, just please tell me you have the documents I asked you to bring?" You could tell he was stressed out from the way his voice was wavering and how often he was stumbling over his words, so instead of trying to explain yourself any further you stayed quiet and did your best to take in as much of the information he was relaying onto you as you possibly could.

As he led you through the dinning room he explained to you who else was there, telling you that the others from the herald who were attending the lunch had already began talks with Gardener Analytics at the table ten minutes prior.

The closer you got to the table the more your fathers voice faltered, trying to round off the conversation so he could properly introduce himself when the time came. "Now Bill Shepherd had to cancel last minute, said it was something to do with his health unfortunately. But not to worry! I've spoken with him over the phone and he's informed me his nephew is filling in for him, okay?”

Before you even had a chance to reply he turned from you, reaching over the table to shake hands with a man you recognised as Seth Grayson; their director of communications, and an older woman who you assumed was Annette Shepherd. She and her brother Bill were the owner's of Gardner Analytics and your father had said it was important he got on their good side.

As your father greeted the others, you began retrieving the documents out of your bag, knowing they would be needed by Seth right away.

"..So sorry for the delay Mr Shepherd, you know how DC traffic can be" Your father chuckled slightly as he shook the man’s hand, making some light small talk. Mr Shepherd? that must be bill’s nephew, you thought.

You felt even more unprepared now; you didn’t even know the man’s name.

"This is my daughter and assistant, Y/N" Upon hearing your father introduce you to the mystery Shepherd, you slotted the documents under one arm and reached out to shake his hand with your other.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Shepherd" But as you shifted your gaze up to his own, you realised that there was no need for introductions.

He smiled gently, a kind of smug delight obvious in his eyes as he looked you up and down, taking you all in. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Y/L/N"

He released your hand from his grasp, moving to clasp his own behind his back. “But please, call me Duncan.”

Duncan fucking Shepherd. how could you be so oblivious? The two of you had spent hours together last night. How hadn't you figured out who he was? As panic ripped through you like a wildfire, you wondered if Duncan was feeling the same way; but from the look on his face, he was enjoying this.

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11:34pm previous night

It was getting pretty late now, and meeting someone who could fuck the stress out of you was becoming less and less likely by the minute. so deciding to finish your drink and leave, you took in the room one last time; making sure you hadn’t missed anyone interesting.

The fluorescent red and blue lighting of the expensive hotel bar was just bright enough for you to spot an older man you hadn’t noticed before. He must have been at least 40. He was sat in a booth with five or six others, all drinking, laughing and joking, yet he was staring at you.

Taking the seat next to you, he called out to the bartender. “Bourbon. Neat.”

You'd been waiting for him to come over ever since you saw him. It had been 20 minutes or so of quick glances and smiles to each other before the group of men he had been with dissipated. You had heard one of the men he was with refer to him as ‘Duncan’ when he had said his goodbyes, but other than that all you could assume about the man was that he was rich; judging by the all black LV suit he was wearing.

"Can I buy you a drink?” Turning to face at him when you heard him speak, you were practically stupefied by how attractive he was. His hair was full of shiny grey streaks that aged him. His stubble complimented his cheekbones perfectly and the speckles of grey throughout it helped bring out the brightness of his piercing blue eyes. His lips were full, and you couldn't help but notice how soft they looked.

“Vodka and coke” You smiled, trying your best to be confidant, but they way he was looking at you was giving you butterfly's you couldn’t swat away.

“I.D?” The bartender asked. You grabbed it out of your purse, proving your age to the bartender before watching him walk away to make your drink.

There was a brief silence before the man spoke again. “I hope my staring didn’t bother you, I just couldn’t take my eyes off you.” His flattery almost made you blush, but he wasn’t going to get you with a line that bad.

“Didn’t bother me at all, though i’m sure your friends there must have been envious” You chose to ignore his cheesy line, knowing that as much as you wanted him to take you there and then, you would much prefer making him work for it.

He chuckled slightly, knowing the game you had chosen to play. he looked away from you and down into his glass before taking a swig of the golden-brown liquor that occupied it. “Well I’m known to be quite a busy man, so I’m sure they understood.” He turned to face you slightly, waiting for some kind of reaction from you.

“Busy enough of a man to be drinking on a Tuesday night?” You questioned him teasingly, Ignoring that you yourself had the most important meeting of your young career in just over twelve hours.

“Is that really such a surprise? Most times being so busy is the main reason for drinking” He joked with you as he flirted, making it hard for you to keep eye contact without going red at the thought of such a beautiful man seeking your attention.

Duncan could see how nervous you were under the confident demeanour you had put on, I mean you were practically screaming it out to him at this point. The way you were fidgeting with the chain of your silver earring as you leaned against the bar and the fact you couldn’t even look at him for longer than 3 seconds without blushing was evidence enough for him.

“Well, that’s true.” You giggled a little as you spoke in your anxious state.

Taking a hold of your drink, you wrapped your lips around the paper straw and moved your gaze over to the bartender who was now serving someone a few seats down, attempting to distract and ground yourself from the situation at hand.

You were gripped back into reality quickly when you heard him speak again.

“There’s no need to be so nervous, I’m not going to eat you.” You found his use of the phrase quite ironic, being that’s exactly how it seemed. His eyes were piercing into you in an almost questioning manner, but when he gazed over your body, taking in your satin, black slip dress covered curves, the swipe of his tongue against his plump bottom lip gave you a very different impression; an impression he wanted to devour you. It was as if he thought you were that sweet snack he had been craving all week.

“No? That's a shame” You faked a frown, pouting as you moved to rest your chin on your hand.

“Well I think we should at least be aware of each others names before making such wild propositions, don’t you…?” His smirk never seemed to leave his face as he spoke.

He was good at this game, better than you at least. Of course It was obvious he was going to have had more experience with his age and all, but the way he was charming you so easily with just plain old conversation and confidence was getting harder and harder to match.

“Y/N, my name’s Y/N.” You batted your eyelashes at him a little, for some reason feeling smaller upon revealing your name to him. You felt as if you had lost the upper hand in the conversation suddenly.

“Hm, Y/N. That’s beautiful.” You rolled your eyes. Of course it is. Thats what they all say. You thought.

“Aren't you going to ask mine?” His ego now showing, you decided to make a bolder move.

“You rather fancy yourself, don’t you, Duncan?”

He finished his drink and moved closer to you. “Oh, so you already know my name?”

He was close enough to you now that you could make out the many beauty marks which decorated his cheekbones and hear the rasp of his voice even better than before. It was thick as honey and just as sweet too.

“I heard your friend call you it.” You quickly replied.

He scoffed a little, finding amusement in what he was about to say. He brought his face down closer to yours and began to run his fingers through your hair. “Hm, well he’s an old friend sweetheart. Most people would call me Mr Shepherd.”

You felt yourself grow hot, Duncans words casting a haze of complete lust over your mind.

You did your best to stay confidant, doing everything you could to ensure you didn't loose this game the two of you were playing. “Really? Is that what you like? Mr Shepherd.”

Your faces were so close to each others now that you could smell the bourbon on his breath when he let out a loud chuckle. His pearly whites showing as he did so. You even felt him graze his stubble against your cheek.

“Mhmm.” He ran his finger over your lips as he spoke slowly. "So tell me, what is it that does it for you Y/N? Hm? I mean a girl your age doesn’t decide to stare at a man like me all night just for the hell of it. So what is it? The power? The money? Or is it the age gap so big I could be your father?”

You squeeze your legs together as his sentence finishes, letting out a hushed whimper. Of course you were attracted to older men, that was obvious, but hearing him say it out loud in public whilst being so close to you turned you on even more than you thought previously possible.

He chuckled a little, “So it’s the age then, is it sweetheart? The idea of having a man more.. experienced pleasure you, instead of a man who would leave you to fend for yourself after finishing in less than five minutes. You want someone who can make you cum so hard you’d be begging him to make it stop, don’t you?” Every move Duncan made, every word he spoke was calculated, and it was all in pursuit of teasing you just because he knew he could.

You made a mental note of his nickname for you as you looked up at him. You felt his fingers run across your cheek and then push some stray hairs back behind your ear as you desperately tried to think of something smart to say, anything to say; but he had won. He knew what you wanted and he wanted it just as bad. You didn’t even care anymore. You were more than ready to give what little of a resolve you still had up to him.

He whispered to you as he moved his spare hand up the small of your back. “Now little one, I have the presidential suite of this hotel under my name tonight. So what do you say we go on up? Since now we're just so well aquatinted."

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Having to take part in a meeting with your father and the man double your age that you had fucked for hours the night before was NOT what you had planned for today.

“Mr Shepherd, I apologise that I didn’t make it here on time. I had a pretty hectic morning.” You did your best to keep your chill in your now shocked state, but with everyone watching the two of you it wasn’t easy.

“No don’t worry, I know how DC traffic can be, especially in this weather. As long as you're here now.” A wide smile was planted on his face as he spoke. The same as last night. He never broke eye contact with you, and you found yourself wondering how he could do it so easily.

“Please, sit.” He gestured you over to take a seat as he pulled out the chair next to his own. You thanked him politely and sat down, your mind racing and spiralling out of control at the thought of your father discovering the sinful deeds you and his new boss had taken part in just hours prior.

You felt him tuck you into the table before sitting down next to you. You could hear the voices of the restaurant that surrounded you and the others at the table coming at you. Every noise was muffled, as if your head was suddenly underwater.

“Y/N?” You were quickly brought back to reality when you heard Seth question you.

“From my understating you have the merger documents in your belonging, yes?” He looked at your father for reassurance this was definitely case as he spoke. So with everyone at the table’s eyes on you, you slid the documents over to him.

“Yes! And uhm the specifications for the more politically based content changes are detailed on page 25. I was told that was of high interest today?” You got yourself back on track, trying to stay as professional as possible whilst ignoring Duncan and the predicament you had found yourself in.

“We were briefly discussing the more major changes before you arrived Mr Y/L/N, but I believe you’ve already been made aware of most them?” Duncan addressed your father, kicking the meeting off. But you couldn’t concentrate. You were listening to the conversation, you really were! It was just that you were so wrapped up in Duncan’s voice you couldn’t actually understand what the fuck they were all talking about.

Seeing him so invested in the crucial conversation he was having with your father and the many other associates at the table was just doing something to you.

Observing the way his hands were moving when he spoke, you noticed how he would often clasp them together when he was explaining things, and how he would tilt his head slightly as he listened. His bronzed curls were combed to perfection, resting delicately on the right side of his face and when he licked his bottom lip, it sent a shiver down through your spine all the way to your cunt. You were entirely captivated by him.

Hearing your Father ask for your opinion on the subject being discussed, you shook off the spell Duncan’s attractiveness had casted onto you and responded, giving your perspective on the subject.

Duncan relaxed into his seat a little more as he watched you talking. He knew you had been staring at him, but it was cute, he thought. Almost endearing seeing you get so flustered at just the sight of him. He had seen you squirming around in your seat whilst you watched him and decided the accidental teasing wasn’t enough; he wanted to toy with you more. As much as he possibly could.

“You know, if you’re trying hide what’s happened between us then you might consider making your staring a little less obvious, sweetheart.” He was speaking quietly enough for nobody else to hear and not looking in your direction, pretending to still partake in the tables back-and-forth. Still the fear of your father, who was sat just across the table, overhearing Duncans remarks was petrifying.

You knew you couldn’t let your craving for him and the confusion from not knowing who he was last night effect the meeting, but there he was with that nickname again, stirring your desire even further.

“How are you even here?” You let your frustrations out onto him as you talked back, his cocky attitude getting to you too easily with the stress you were under. “I’m trying so hard not to ruin today and this situation isn’t helping! They’ll fire me if I mess this up and I’ll be fucked! Which surprisingly, I’d prefer not to be!” Your whispering was pretty aggressive, but could you really blame yourself?! This kind of coincidence was rare, so you had every right to be mad at the universe for letting it occur on today of all days.

His ego not faltering for even a second, he chuckled. “Oh you don’t wanna get fucked? Funny, because I remember you saying the exact opposite last night.”

He grazed his hand across your inner thigh, massaging it gently before diving underneath the little black pencil skirt you were wearing to grip onto your flushed skin.

You scoffed at his words and looked up at him, shocked at how bold he was being and expecting some kind of response from him, but he didn’t even look your way. You assumed this was so no attention was brought to the two of you and so you followed his lead, turning away from him just as fast as you had looked.

With the heat of your cunt having grown far too intense to bear, any friction that wasn’t your own thighs pressing up against each other was to be welcomed. So you decided not to stop him. In fact you did the exact opposite, spreading your thighs wider for him, not having the self control or restraint to keep yourself from him any longer.

His hand moved closer to where you needed him most, diving under the crotch of your underwear to swipe his fingers over your slick folds and immediately begin rubbing circles onto your neglected clit.

You stifled a moan, leaning onto the table on front of you to keep yourself steady as he touched you. Finally, he moved his gaze to rest on you, watching you as you struggled to stay silent. He whispered once more, “Always so wet for me, aren't you princess?”

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As soon as you entered the suite, Duncan gripped onto your waist, pushing you up against the door and cradling your cheek with his spare hand before smashing his lips into yours.

His tongue slipped past your lips, dancing with yours whilst he moved his hands all over your body, clutching onto your breasts and then moving them down to explore the rest of you.

He lifted your dress up just enough so he could grip your ass. Pulling you closer to him and making you feel his bulge against your hips, you were too short in comparison to him to feel him where you wanted to most.

He spoke to you in kisses, telling you of how ravenous he was for you and that he was going to savour every moment. He moved his lips down, trailing open mouthed kisses from your neck to your collarbones and to the top of your breasts.

“This fucking dress” He took ahold of the bottom of your dress, pulling it up above your head with urgency as you lifted your arms to better help him strip you. Throwing the dress down onto the floor and hearing it land somewhere behind him, he admired your body and it’s curves.

“The perfect wrapping for such an enticing present.” He finished his sentence. Immediately grabbing at your breasts, sucking and kissing them.

You couldn’t speak, too enthralled with the technique of his tongue swirling around your nipple to do anything but moan in response to him.

You threw your head back against the door, staring up that the beautifully patterned ceiling in pure ecstasy. You felt him drag a callused hand down to the waistband of your Lacy white panties, tickling the sensitive skin of your stomach as he traced his fingers over it. His finger tips running across the little white bow that centred the waistband.

He collapsed down to his knees, yanking the delicate lingerie as he fell, leaving it to puddle around your ankles.

He teased your heat, moving from kissing the skin of your thighs to your folds, but not yet reaching the lengths you wanted him to, only adding fuel to the fire in between your legs.

“Please Duncan-” you begged him, desperately needing some kind of release from the binds of lust he had managed to wrap you in over the past 45 minutes.

“Ah ah, don't you remember? You don’t get to call me that.” He spoke.

“I’m sorry, Mr Shepherd.” You corrected yourself, recalling the conversation you had with him prior to coming upstairs.

“Mhmm, now as magnificent as that name sounds coming from you, I know that there’s something else you’d rather call me.” He hummed in disapproval, calmly redirecting your choice of name for him and reassuringly pressing his lips onto your clit.

You let out a stuttered gasp, you did want to call him that, but now you felt nervous due to the build up he had created.

“Com’n, sweetheart. Do you think I don't know why you’re here in the first place? Why else would you be sat all alone in the bar of a hotel you weren’t even staying at? You’re just another slut with daddy issues, sneaking down to an expensive hotel to scavenge for any man good enough to fuck you into submission. Isn’t that right?”

Mildly insulted at his all too accurate observation of you, but enjoying the effect his degrading words have on you none the less, you gave him what he wanted. “Mm yes daddy!” You whimpered out, admitting your ploy to him.

A low rumble emitted from his chest, your words setting off some kind of animal inside him. He dove his face down into your pussy, starting by sucking on your clit gently, flicking his tongue over it and applying more and more pressure as you writhed above him.

His mouth was closed around you now, his grey, speckled stubble scratching your already inflamed skin. You were taken aback by his skills, intwining your fingers through the curls in his hair and tugging on them with every wave of pleasure that hit you.

He snaked his large hand around your thigh, lifting it up to rest on his shoulder while he ate you out. Enjoying the new angle he was utilising, he hummed, sending vibrations through your nerves up to the pit of your stomach, bringing you closer to your climax.

“Mmh.. fuck daddy, i’m gonna cum!” He didn’t let off, his tongue perhaps fucking into you even faster since you told him how close you were. You locked stares as your orgasm took over your body, your lips forming an o as you screwed your eyebrows together in rapture.

He came back up, letting you taste yourself and he placed his lips on yours again. You eased into the kiss, a relaxed haze having taken over your body in your post-orgasm state. Feeling a slight breeze flow up the side of your form, you realised that Duncan still had all his clothes on whilst you had none. Deciding you needed to change this as soon as possible, you began unbuttoning his suit’s matching black blazer and shirt, rushing to feel his skin on yours.

He helped you, shrugging the shirt off his shoulders as you began to unthread his leather belt from the loops of his trousers. “You’re so impatient, little one.” He spoke.

“I think I’ve waited long enough, daddy.” You smirked, dropping the belt at his feet.

As soon as his shirt hit the floor you reached up, gliding your hands across the expanse of his bear chest, taking notice of how small your hands appeared in comparison to him. He watched you, relishing in the glimmer of entrancement that shone through your eyes as you ingested him.

He lifted you, his strong arms carrying you bridal style towards the king sized bed and throwing you down onto its crisp, satin sheets. Grabbing your ankles, he dragged you down the bed towards him and finished taking his pants off. His cock sprung free from the confines of his boxers, smacking against his stomach.

He clambered onto the bed, resting on his knees as he jerked himself in his hand, reluctantly groaning out at the first contact his neglected cock had received all night. His pressing cock had made it unfathomably hard not to just fuck you up against the door when he saw that sweet little way in which your face scrunched up as you came.

You were practically drooling, watching him fuck himself into his fist as his eyes scanned across your naked body. Not being able to wait any longer and wanting to finally feel his cock on your skin, you sat up slightly and reached out to touch him. But before you got the chance, he shoved you back down. leaning over you, he held your wrists down against the pillows with one hand and wrapped his other around your delicate throat.

“So greedy, baby” he stoked his thumb over the skin of your neck as he made his observation, watching you struggle underneath him.

“I just know what I want.” You toyed, your voiced coming out slightly muffled with the pressure of his large hand covering your voice box.

“Such an attitude, too.” His cock brushes over your cunt as he sways his head from side to side in disappointment and disproval. “Now sweetheart, you’re gonna stay exactly where you are and daddy’s gonna fuck you just like this, okay? So he can see that pretty little face of yours.”

You gulp at his words, anticipating the feeling of having him inside you. “Please just fuck me. Please.” You knew you sounded absolutely pathetic, but you didn’t care. Just needing him plummeting in and out of you as soon as possible.

He chuckled at your neediness. Taking his hands back from your wrists and grasping his cock, lining it up with your entrance and slowly pushing in, he let you adjust to his size.

Moaning out, you dug your nails into the bed sheets, watching his head drop down to yours as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

“Fuck, you take me so well.”

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He slipped his ringed finger into you, pushing against your spongy walls whilst you made a desperate attempt to suppress your moans. You bite down onto your nails, your elbow resting on the table as you put all your weight onto it for some kind of crutch.

He began with a slow pace, making sure you would feel every little movement he made. You heard him join into the conversation once again, mentioning something about an article he had seen from the Herald last month which had impressed him. You weren't even sure. You couldn't think for the pulsing beat of your own heart that filled your ears.

“You all right there, Y/N?” Your heavy breathing must have been a dead give away for something being up, being your father was now questioning you.

You felt Duncan stop his movements momentarily, joining the rest of the table in their standstill, staring at you as they awaited a reply, but his little act of sincerity didn't last too long.

“Yeah, uhm-“ you felt him slide a 2nd figure in, making you fake a cough as to stop the cry desperately trying to escape your throat from doing so.

“Yeah, I’m uh, just thirsty.” Hoping this would ward off the worried looks you were receiving, you were shocked when you heard Duncan chime in. “Oh don’t worry, we can get you something.”

He called the waiter over, asking him for a pitcher of lemonade and thanking him as he walked away, back towards the kitchen. You would have preferred some water, you thought, but you were far too focused on what was going on underneath the table to say anything.

“Now, where were we?” Seth began talking once more, bringing the attention back to where it should be. But Duncan? No. His attention stayed on you. Even more focused on fucking his fingers into than before, he sped up and began going even deeper now, curling them upwards until you were twitching.

You looked up at him pleadingly. You were getting too close to cumming for your own liking, so you grabbed onto his thigh and dug your nails into his expensive black dress pants, warning him. He shot you a devious grin, scissoring his fingers inside you and pressing his thumb down to rub sweet circles on your hooded clit, letting you know he didn’t intend on stopping.

He looked behind you suddenly. Following his gaze, you snapped your head to the side, trying to get a good look at what had grabbed his attention so abruptly.

It was the waiter. He had arrived with the pitcher of lemonade in hand and yet Duncan was still plummeting his hand into your pussy with such a speed you began to wonder if someone had actually noticed what was truly going on. I mean the waiter must know.

At this point you had let far too many questionable gasps leave your mouth, your breathing had become even more erratic as you grew closer to your orgasm. He knew you were about to break before he swiftly pulled his fingers out of you, wiping the juices that coated them back and front onto your skirt so he could pick up the glass on front of you, leaving you unsatisfied.

You scrambled to collect your thoughts and breath as he picked up the pitcher, pouring the ice cooled lemonade into your glass.

“Here.” He spoke. You lifted a shaky hand up to take the glass from him when the grasp he had on it ‘slipped’, spilling the contents of it the onto your lap.

“Oh!’ You jumped up, making the sweet, sticky liquid run off your skirt to your thighs, dripping down your legs and eventually onto the floor. The now empty glass falling with it.

“I am so sorry, Miss Y/L/N.” He picked up the glass, sitting it on the table before joining you in standing. Now he was stood, you could clearly see the dark tint of his cock straining against the constrictive fabric that was his dress pants. It sent a pulse of lust through your cunt.

“Duncan!” Hearing Annette voice her annoyance at her son for being so clumsy almost made you laugh. It was quite amusing seeing his mother reprimand him, being he was a grown man in his 40s.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. I-I’ll just go clean myself up in the bathroom. I don’t want to distract the meeting anymore than I already have.” You made eye contact with your father as he rubbed his temples.

He was annoyed at the scene you and Duncan had caused. You gave him an apologetic look, feeling bad for stressing him out even more than you already had with being late, but knowing it was technically Duncan’s fault and not yours.

“Please, let me help you clean up.” Duncan pushed his chair in, quickly grabbing some napkins off the table and resting his hand on your back to guide you towards the nearest bathroom, walking as fast as your weak legs would let him.

His hand stayed delicately placed on the small of your back, until you were out of the tables sight, at which point he took hold of your arm, clutching it like a vice as he dragged you through the bathroom door.

He locked the door behind him in preparation for what was to come. He needed to make sure nobody would be walking in on what he was about to do to you.

Looking back towards you, satisfied as ever now he had you alone, he waltzed on over, pinning you up against the counter with force. You could smell him on you again, same cologne from the night before. Dior, you guessed.

“You’re not very good at staying quiet, are you, Sweetheart?” He mused, hoisting you up onto the counter and forcefully cradling your face with both hands as he moved to kiss you deeply. His tongue ravenously re-familiarising itself with your mouth.

“You almost got us caught back there.” He spoke in between kisses. “Your poor, naive father, watching you. He was probably wondering why you kept squirming.” He voiced a dark giggle, moving down to suckle on your neck and push your skirt up your thighs.

“I almost got us caught? No. Y-you almost got us caught when you decided putting a second f-FUCK, finger into me whilst I was talking to him was a good idea!” You choked out, doing your best to fight through the pleasure of his lips finally grazing your skin as you watched him pull your panties down and slot them into his pants pocket.

“Awh poor baby. Did you not want your daddy knowing that you’re a greedy little slut for his new boss? Hm?” He admired the blossoming lavender and cherry bruises now forming on your neck as he teased, marvelling at the idea they could be noticed by your father once you finished.

He quickly opened his fly, pulling his dress pants and boxers down just enough that he could pump his cock in his hand. Gripping onto your hips for purchase, his fingers dug into you so viciously you could feel the marks he had left the night before. You knew after this, there would surely be more.

He thrust himself into you, earning a loud wail to fall from your lips. You arched your spine at the feeling of him pounding into you, making your head fall back against the mirror behind you. His hand shot up to the it as he gathered more speed, his pace growing far faster than you had anticipated.

“Was it too much for you? Taking my fingers in your cunt whilst you were trying oh so hard to concentrate? I almost made you cum on front of everyone.” You moaned out at his grotesque words, pulling your head up to rest your forehead on his shoulder.

“Answer me.” He pulled your chin up back to look at him, still pounding into you. The sound of your skin slapping against one another’s felt even louder in the small, tiled bathroom.

“Yes daddy! It was too much for me - AHH!!” You let yourself go limp against the mirror, giving yourself up to him entirely and wanting nothing more than for him to use you like his personal rag doll.

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Your throat was growing hoarser with every squeal you made. Duncan had been fucking you ruthlessly for what felt like hours now, constantly changing his pace from calm to aggressive and back again. His lips were mouthing over your peaked nipples, tongue slathering trails of saliva across your skin and teeth scrapping over dozens of tiny goosebumps.

“Such a filthy, fucking whore for me.” Squeezing down on your neck with one hand he uses his other to slap you. His ringed hand coming down across your fleshy cheek with a loud crack.

You gasped out, shocked at this move and feeling reinvigorated by the suddenness of it. His abuse only made you more attracted to him, causing your cunt to puddle its juices around his cock.

Slowing his thrusts down to an almost complete halt, he grabbed your jaw, yanking your mouth open just enough that when he dripped his spit down you could catch it. You moaned at the filth of his actions, tasting the bourbon he had drank earlier at the bar.

Following the thick thread of salvia that connected the two of you to each other, he brought his face back down to yours, bringing your sloppy lips together. Never giving you the chance to close your mouth before he slid his tongue into it.

Your lips part, foreheads leaning on each other with eyes locked as you scream and moan at his brutal fucking. “Such a good girl.” He praised you.

“Thank you daddy!!” You cry out, feeling tears brimming in your eyes at the deepness of his cock. You knew he was going to be good when he first pushed you up again that door, but this was insane. You had never felt his turned on before. Loving being completely at his mercy, but receiving none.

He pulled out suddenly, wrapping his hands around your stomach and flipping you over to your front. You got the just of what he wanted and clambered onto your hands and knees for him. He pushed his cock back into your folds, hips ricocheting off your ass immediately.

He pulled at your hair, lifting you up to his chest as he gruffed and groaned. He was much larger than you, making it easy for him to pull your head back enough that he could see the expression on your lust enthralled face.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He demands, spanking your ass cheek and twisting your hair around in his hand. His other hand moved to your gaping mouth, pushing two fingers inside so you taste the metallic bite of his silver band.

You gag as he fucks your mouth, mumbling around his fingers in a desperate attempt at begging him to allow you to cum. You were getting so close now. You guys had been going for so long and your impending release wasn’t going to wait much longer.

“Fuckk, don’t worry sweetheart. Daddy’s close too.” He took his fingers out of your mouth, bringing them down to your clit and swiping at it furiously. You could feel your own spit on his fingers as the coil in your stomach tightened.

“Ohh Daddy’s gonna come so deep inside you, little one.. would you like that?” His breathes were uneven. Thrusts uncontrolled and sloppy.

“Yes!! Fuck, fuck, FUCK Daddy I’m cumming!!” Your cunt pulsated around his shaft, squeezing his own orgasm out of him even sooner than he expected as you screamed. You could taste the saltiness of your own tears, them having run down your cheekbones and into your agape mouth.

His cum flooded your walls, filling you up with his hips pressed against yours as he enveloped you in an embrace from behind. He uttered out a shudder against your temple, his breathe feeling hot and damp on your skin.

He set you back down on the bed and pulled his softening shaft out of you, moving his large hands back to your hips as your own gave out and fell underneath you, pressing your face into the sheets. You eventually rolled over to lay on your back, wanting to let your aftershocks roll through your quivering limbs more comfortably.

He fell down onto the duvet next to you, propping himself up on his side slightly and pulling you closer to him so he could plant a kiss on your swollen lips. “You alright? I didn't hurt too bad now, did I?” He stroked your face, words alluring as ever now your resting bare bodies were tangled up together in a complete stand still.

“Nothing that I didn't enjoy, no.” You joked, lightly drawing intricate shapes on his arm with your fingertips, still harnessing the blemishing sting his ring had left under your cheekbone. “I’d say we're pretty well aquatinted now; wouldn’t you, Daddy?”

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You could feel cool drips of perspiration slipping down your heated skin from your forehead to your collar bones and all you could do was hope they hadn't taken any of the concealer you had applied earlier this morning with them. You had needed to cover the bruise Duncan’s ring had so easily left on your cheek the night before, since you really didn't want your father or anyone else from work seeing it.

Duncan’s cock was curving in all the right places as he hammered into you. His pace and brutality showing you stars. He seemed even more confident than he did yesterday. Having had experience with you, he knew that you could take his most heinous savagery with delight and didn’t hold off one bit.

His huffs and groans were tantalising, growing louder and more uncontrolled as he fucked you into oblivion. His hand squeaked as it fell down the steamed mirror he leant on, leaving the glass behind you and finding its way to your jaw. He brought your face to his own and kissed you, loudly moaning into your open mouth.

You giggled through your mewls. “Mmm.. I thought I was the loud one, daddy.” You were amused that he had been teasing you so adamantly about the volume of your pleasure, when he was now the one making all the noise.

He paused, quirking an eyebrow at you before slamming his hips into you with a thrust so strong it made you practically scream out. “Oh, my apologises, sweetheart.” He smirked as he picked up his pace once more.

You wrapped your hands in his perfectly styled hair. You no longer cared who knew what was really happening in here, the thought didn’t even cross your mind. All you cared for was chasing your high. You rutted your hips on his and took his length entirely, feeling dangerously close to cumming.

“Fuckkk baby, daddy’s gonna cum okay?. Cum with me princess. Fall apart on my cock.” His unfocused thrusts had you coming undone in seconds. You held onto him tight, digging your nails into his shoulders and pulling at his curls as you cried out in ecstasy.

He shot his seed into you, feeling all his pent up frustrations from earlier at the table leave him as he pushed himself deep into your abused cunt. He didn’t even attempt to stifle his moans, too invested in finally receiving his release to realise just how loud he was being.

He rested his forehead on yours, your sweaty skin pressed against each other as you both attempted to catch your breathes after such a quick, ruthless fuck. You started laughing, finding it utterly ridiculous that you had spent the majority of a meeting you had been terrified for, getting fucked by your new boss (and the man you had fucked the night before) in a restaurant bathroom.

He joined in laughing, clearly finding humour within this strange situation too. Interrupting your laugh, he pushed his lips into yours, kissing you as if your lips were some kind of prize. You felt his cock slip from your cunt, his seed immediately spilling from it as you were left with a sudden, empty sensation.

He made quick work of zipping his pants back up and fastening his belt. You tugged your skirt back down to your thighs, being reminded of how Duncan had snatched your panties and stashed them in his pants pocket. You guessed you wouldn’t be getting them back anytime soon, which you were okay with, you just hoped nobody saw his remnants leaving you left the bathroom.

You flattened out your skirt and felt the wet sticky lemonade that still coated it. You had completely forgotten to clean it. “Fuck, my skirt's still sticky! Why would you order lemonade?” You whined; still mad he hadn’t just ordered some water.

Awaiting a reply, you turned to check your make up in the mirror. Luckily it was pretty light today, so it still looked good other than the bruise on your cheek now being slightly more obvious than before. What really concerned you was your neck. It was covered in every shade of purple and red you were aware existed. If your father and coworkers didn’t know what was going on from how weird you were being at the table before, or how long it had taken the two of you to finish in the bathroom, or the noises that were emitting from it, they would definitely know after seeing all the claims he had left on your skin.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t think that spilt water would have been a good enough excuse to get you all alone in here.” He chuckled to himself, leaning over to rest his chin on your head and wrapping his arms around your waist as he joked over his mischievousness.

“But we should probably head back out there. I’m sure your father’s going to apprentice the beautiful mosaic I’ve painted across your neck” he kissed the bruises he spoke of as he watched you through the mirror.

You scoffed at him, gifting yourself one last look before completely giving up on finding a way you could make your face and neck appear more presentable for heading back to the table.

Duncan opened the bathroom door, nodding his head towards the hallway and waiting for you to hurry up and join him.

The two of you started walking back, your legs struggling to take your weight with how weak they had become. Your heels clicked along the floor, making you far more aware of how soon you would be sitting back down with everyone from work. Like a clock counting down to all the judgmental stares you would surly be receiving.

You kept your eyes trained on the floor as you took your seat at the table. Seths voice trailed off upon seeing the two of you sit down, leaving you both in the middle of an uncomfortable silence that felt near suffocating.

“What took so long!” You could hear the anger and perhaps embarrassment in Annettes voice as she whispered to Duncan. She looked towards you, glaring and scowling before retiring her vision back to him. She was probably hoping that what she assumed to have occurred hadn’t, but from the marks clearly decorating your neck, she would have known it to be true.

“Oh, we just couldn’t get the lemonade out of her skirt.” He tut as he spoke to his mother, smiling and playing off any obvious suspicions. “I’m sorry, really.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, dripping with a sincerity you knew to be false.

“So what was it we were discussing?” he speaks louder now, addressing the rest of the table.

“Uhh actually, I think we have a deal.” Seth replied, looking over at him and then the rest of the table. You heard your father mutter something in agreement, but it was meek. Quiet. He must have felt the awkward tension too. It was ripe in the air, like a shiver you couldn’t shake off. You didn't even want to look at him, knowing If anyone there felt most uncomfortable, it was him.

Saying their goodbyes and finishing up with any last details, everyone stood to shake hands and bid their farewells. You felt your fathers scowl as he came and stood beside you, but you didn't dare look at him. You were too ashamed to face him whilst still with your coworkers.

Duncan walked over to your father, looking more satisfied than ever with his eyes still focused on you as he thanked him for meeting and shook his hand firmly.

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Mr Y/L/N.” He let go of your fathers hand only to take a hold of yours. He grasped it delicately, a touch more gentle than he had ever shown you previously. Assuming he was trying you shake it, you were more than surprised when he raised it to his lips, kissing your rosey knuckles; still red from the tight grip you had, had on his hair earlier.

“I look forward to working with you in the future, Y/N.” He graced you with once last signature smirk as he walked away, leaving you with your father who was waiting for an explanation and apology for your disgusting and foolish behaviour.

Maybe it hadn’t been the worst way to spend lunch.

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Hear the sirens, {connor stevens}

synopsis: After the shadow man was defeated their was no new supernatural anomalies in town, then you and your wayward family showed up.

also this gif is lovethephantoms gif but I still can’t figure out why the handle won’t come up underneath the gif.

another female requested reader however when referred to in the writing the pronouns are gender neutral.

This is part one of three!

The Midnight Society had finally settled back into life as it normally was. Gabby had passed her PSAT’s and gotten her permit, still working her way to get out of shadow bay. Hanna still heavily involved in her activism and getting more signatures than before hand on her petitions, making the world a better place even if it was one step, by herself, at a time. Luke back to focusing on school and wrestling, he was still benched for weekend meet for disciplinary due to being late to practice which gave him plenty of time to work on the science project he owed . Jai back to being the comic book nerd his friends loved him as, no longer feeling like he had to own up to any sort of standards when his friends loved him the way he was. Then there was Connor. Who found it harder than his friends to move on, it wasn’t that easy for him. His dad didn’t know what happened so he carried on with the fishing trips like usual. Luke and Hanna had started dating after the glow dance so he was adjusting to his best friend not always being available. While he knew that the shadow man was gone, something in him still felt dark. Like a part of him had been permanently darkened by what he’d been through. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up whenever he walked by cemeteries, or historic settlements of shadow bay. He pushed it all down and acted like nothing happened. But he still slept with the lights on. He still had nightmares most nights.

The Amana family Coven had been around for centuries. It was one of the few that was a female centric coven throughout the dark ages in magic along side the golden ages. The eldest of the coven was Gaia Amana, whose daughter was Leticia Amana, they remain the only two witches in the coven. Leticia married Willow a human woman that had been orphaned in her childhood due to an magical accident claiming her parents. They had two children. Two daughters. One who was a Witch with the gift of clairvoyance. Another who was a Banshee with a generational blood curse.

That Witch, with the clairvoyance? That was you. Your Sister was the Banshee. This was the story of your family and the magic deeply routed throughout your family and bloodline, biological and adoptive. Growing up with magic isn’t a fairytale. You never stayed in one town longer than four years, where there was witches there was hunters who never strayed far.

So anyone who had magic lived by three commandments for protections.

Thou shall not bear the knowledge of magic,

Thou shall not caress a practitioner of magic,

Thou shall not survive a witches love.

By those three commandments your family was able to continue to practice their respective magic without worrying about witch hunts in town. But the times had changed from when your grandmother first took over the coven. It was the twenty first century and spirituality and supernatural abilities were somewhat mainstream, not the truth but the refraction of what was going on. It blurred the lines of what was actually going on. So when it was time for the quadrennial move, your mothers had chosen a small town in Canada. Shadow Bay. There was hardly any supernatural occurrence’s there. With the exceptional of a magic shop but witch hunters had standards so they’d never show up there anyways.

You’d gotten used to the somewhat lonely routine of your life. The moving every four years, the secrets about your magic, while it wasn’t ideal. You loved your magic and you wouldn’t trade your abilities for anything else in the world. But having some solid friends would’ve been a nice start.

The drive wasn’t the longest you’ve ever taken, it also wasn’t the shortest you’ve every taken either. The only difference was that due to getting your license recently your grandmother let you drive her car. You’d lived in a lot of placed over the years. Apartments, ranch, colonial, victorian. Now you were living in a cottage in the woods by a lighthouse. Pulling into the drive you passed a group of six people. Five teens who looked around your age and one who seemed to be younger possibly in middle school.

“Keys are in the mail box.” Your grandmother said, you looked over. “That’s harsh.” You said unbuckling and opening the door to retrieve the keys from the mail box. If the group of teens weren’t staring before they definitely were now. “Can i help you ?” You asked turning around at the group of teens who were like you thought, were staring.

A tall blonde in a leather jacket and all black, A red head wearing an army jacket and docs, A brunnette with curly hair who had a denim jacket on, A tanned brunnette boy wearing street clothes, A pale brunette who had a skateboard not far from his grasp, and a little boy wearing a cap and a wand in his hand.

“Did you just move into the haunted house in the woods?” The brunnette in street clothes asked with zero hesitation. Haunted? “Jai!” The red head exclaimed slapping his arm. The blonde still was staring at you. Like there was this connection flowing between the two of you, you felt it too. “Sorry he has the social skills of a second grader. I’m Hanna Romero.” She said extending a hand towards you. “Y/n Amana.”

“This is Gabby Lewis, that’s Jai Malyas, He’s Luke Mccoy, on the end is Connor Stevens,” So staring boy has a name. “And that’s my little brother Seth.” She said giving a full rollcall for you. “Sorry i just have to ask, the haunted house in the woods?” Jai said not putting his question down. Everyone turned to him and you laughed.

“So you believe in the other side?” You said crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows. The group fell silent for a minute. “Well I mean is there really another side? Maybe all the funs having here.” Connor said smiling at you, lying. You didn’t need magic to know. You just knew the faces of people who’d experienced the supernatural and didn’t know how to explain it afterwards.

“All right then pretty boy.” You said slightly taken aback Connors eyes widened. “Are you going to shadow bay high once you get settled?” Gabby asked you. You nodded, “Yeah my sister and I are suppose to start next week.” Gabby looked at Connor and then back to you, “We could show you both around, give you the old razzle dazzle.” She said. You smiled, “Yeah i’d really appreciate that!”

“No problem! Right Connor?” Gabby said, nudging him. You turned your eyes backed to him. “Yeah no problem at all.” He said running a hand through his hair. You nodded. “I should probably go but i’ll see you guys next week.” You said, each of the teens saying a goodbye to you and you got into the car where your grandmother was waiting, dropping the envelopes with the keys on the dash board.

“Well that looked like a lot more than just getting the keys.” She noted as you started to drive up into the woods. “Just some local kids who offered to show me around when i start and also said our house is the local haunted house in the woods.” You said turning as the road winded. She nodded, “This town is going to be different, you can feel it can’t you?” You could and it gave you butterflies.

That night after dinner you sat up decorating your room. You’d never had your own room before and now you had free creative decisions. You sister knocked on the door holding two cups of tea, “Tea time?” You nodded. You were older by two years, it wasn’t much but sometimes it still managed to wedge a gap between the two of you for certain subjects. She placed your mug down on your desk were you were placing posters up and she sat on your bed. “So Grams said that you were flirting with some outsiders type beat boy earlier.”

You turned taking a sip, “I was not flirting. I might’ve called him pretty boy. But that’s the highest form of flattery rather than flirting if anything!” You said to your sister. “What if you date him? What if you fall in love and have cute babies?” She gushed. “I just met him!” You exclaimed to her turning around, “Oh come on, haven’t you ever wanted to date someone?”

“I don’t date. We move too much besides there’d be too much lying. It would just be heartbreak for me and whoever i’m with.” You said turning your attention back to decorating rather than the conversation. Silence washed over and the question that had been on everyone’s minds was asked once again. “Is it gonna be different here?”

You stalled, exhaling slowly. “You have the gift of clairvoyance, if anything you can tell out of all of us.” She said with excitement. “No i’m not doing it.” You said shutting her suggestion down. “Oh come on!” She persisted.

“Astral projecting isn’t meant for figuring out if we’re going to live out our coming of age fantasies, it’s meant for real magic. I’m not doing it. If any clairvoyant dreams come to me, that’s one thing. I’m not chasing them.” You said breaking down the now empty box that once held pictures, posters and other wall hanging knick knacks. Your sister pouted, “Buzzkill.” She muttered under her breath, “Well were either of the girls cute and give gay vibes?” She asked as she finished her mug and placed it on the floor.

“Ask them yourself. They offered to show us around on our first day. But no powers. If you want a relationship it has to be fully yourself no magic sire ties. Magic sometimes makes it messy.” You said unfortunately speaking from experience. Magic was beautiful but it doesn’t come from nothing, there is a give and a take. Like everything else in the universe.

That night you found it hard to sleep, you usually had issues sleeping the first night in a new town. It was some sort of internal clock routine. You snuck out of the front door, for a house that had been around for as long as it had been it wasn’t the loudest. The floor boards didn’t creak every time you walked over them, the doors didn’t screech whenever you opened them an inch at a time, and the house didn’t settle several times a day. But for all you knew a spell could’ve been casted to prevent that.

You found comfort being on your own. Having clairvoyance was overwhelming at times. You had no control over your powers, they never had a specific trigger, so naturally you just steered clear of people in general. You figured there was no way to be given unwanted visions of the future if you just didn’t have anything to do with anyone at all. Your own loneliness was your own fault. Walking through the woods you felt the feeling of dark magic, it was a distinct feeling that you hadn’t felt often but it was unforgettable when you did. It over takes you, like a wave but instead of being able to see through the water its ink. It’s heavy, and dark. It drags you under.

You hear several snaps of twigs behind you and slightly startled you turn to see the animal or whatever that was behind you. Ready to cast a spell incase whatever followed was a foe and not a friend you gathered your hands in front of your body, “Either you come out or it’s going to be a bad night for you.” You called out into the darkness. Several more twigs snapped under what you assumed where footsteps as a dark shape came out from behind the tree.

“I surrender!” The figured called out with slight fear in their voice. “My hands are up!” The voice sounded so familiar as they neared towards you. Once they were within eye sight you noticed it was one of the boys from earlier, Connor. “ Take it easy there cobra kai.” He said gesturing to your hands which could be assumed in a fighting position, which they were just not the fighting position he thought it would be.

You took your hands away from the stance they were place in front of your body, “So, you enjoy taking walks in the dark and startling people pretty boy?” You asked crossing your arms. He lowered his flashlight so he wasn’t practically blinding you anymore. He laughed lowly for a second, “To be fair with the way i was snapping twigs, if you were startled that sounds like a you deal.”

You smiled at him for second, “I’m Connor Stevens by the way, we met earlier but i don’t know you if remember me.” He said running a hand through his hair, a nervous habit probably. “Oh so you assume that you’re unforgettable. Not a chance pretty boy.” You said taking several steps closer. Slightly taken aback once again by your boldness for the second time in the one day. “I have a name you know.”

“Oh so you don’t find pretty boy flattering?” You asked coyly, going silence after trying to create an argument. “Thought so.” You said smiling. His eyes stayed glued onto you, his dad has taught him better than to stare.

“Sorry, i just keep getting this deja vu feeling but i would definitely remember meeting you.” He said unfiltered getting close enough for you to catch a vision, you back up slightly and he’s hurt by this. It’s written all over his face. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He apologized quickly and sincerely.

“Oh no i just have this thing with physical touch, it’s nothing personal. You’d remember meeting me? Are you reading into my character?” You said with a slight cockiness mixed into the tone. He nodded, “No it’s just you’re literally one of the prettiest girls i’ve ever seen.” You dropped the flashlight that you’d brought with you. You rushed forward to pick it up as did Connor, both your fingertips grazed each other.

The images flooded through your head. You saw past images first, not older than a month or so. It was dark, he was in the woods running, then there was a book of spells it looked like ever other witches book, and then he was grabbed into the dark. Inside of something that looked like a lighthouse but rotted on the inside and there was absolutely no light. Then there was present, this moment right here right now. The future was the two of you in front of the high school, you guessed. Then it was just the two of you, your aura’s with a red string connecting them at the pinkies. But then it was him holding your hands as something tried to drag you. Then it was over.

You blinked a few times before looking back up at Connor, “Are you okay? You looked like you saw a ghost.” He said with a slight laugh dropping the flashlight into your palm like it was burning him to touch. “Something like that.” You muttered lightly and standing back up. Silence washed over, “I should probably get back home before anyone notices i’m gone.” You said. He nodded, “See you around, cobra kai?”

“See you pretty boy.” You confirmed turning around to walk back to your house for the night. Sneaking back in just as quietly as you left. You managed to fall asleep before the sun rose this time. Once you fell asleep, the visions still lingered on a loop. Despite how much you hated it on a deep level it was comforting compared to the nightmares that had a tendency to plague you from time to time.

The next morning your family had gotten take out from the local diner for breakfast and during the morning conversation no one mentions anything that gives away your nightly adventure. Throughout the rest of the week you and your family continues to get settled into your house. You hadn’t seen Connor on any of your nightly walks through the woods throughout the rest of the week and as the day of starting school gets closer you just assume you’ll see him along with his friends.

Your sister and you were sitting in the office after you’d gotten your schedules and other paperwork. “We have two student volunteers who offered to show you around.” The secretary said as she handed the two of you a peppermint, Slightly disappointed, going under the impression you’d get to hang out with Connor and his friends today. The door creeks open and you turn. Gabby and Hanna enter the office, you notice through the glass pane of the door Luke, Jai and Connor standing in the hallway waiting for them.

“Ah, Hanna Romero and Gabby Lewis. This is Y/n Amana and Ramona Amana.” She said as the two of you stood up. “If you need anything during your next few days don’t hesitate to reach out.” She said sincerely, offering a comforting smile. Your sister and you both exchanged thanks before leaving the office.

You saw Luke nudge Connor to which he muttered a shut up, you smiled. “Nice to see you again pretty boy.” You said smirkingly, Jai looked up from his phone. “Again, you went into the haunted woods?” He said looking at Connor, who blank faced. “Thanks for ratting me out. Besides, there wasn’t anything out there other than Y/n and their fists of fury almost giving me a black eye.” He said punching you lightly in the shoulder, laughing with you.

“What’s the deal with those woods anyway? It seems like everyone has some story about them.” Ramona asked no one specific just wanting a general answer after hearing the endless week of comments. The group went silent, “Okay so like did someone get murdered there. Some true crime type beat?” You asked as you leaned against the wall next to Connor. Leaning your head on his shoulder, he leaned his head on yours after a few moments of hesitation.

“It’s an unbelievable story.” Jai said as he looked at the comic in his hand with a confused look and then closed it, Ramona smirked. “Oh we know a lot about those type of stories.” She said standing next to Gabby. Both were stealing looks when the other wasn’t. “Where are you guy’s from?” Hanna asked with confusion and a slight laugh. “Where aren’t we from.” You said under your breath catching the attraction of the group.

“We’re military, we move a lot.” Ramona said. The cover story that had been engrained into you both from elementary school. “Damn that must suck.” Luke said getting elbowed by Hanna, “I mean thank you for your service.” He corrected himself. You laughed a little as Luke tried to awkwardly save himself. You saluted him, causing Connor to smile.

“Nice bracelets.” Gabby said to Ramona, she looked down at them before looking back up. “Thanks.” She said slightly flustered and blushing. “Mo you should see if you and Gabby have any classes together.” You suggested slightly trying to wing woman. “What? Oh yeah!” She said handing over her schedule eagerly to Gabby. Soon enough the two walked off.

“So, Hanna do you have the list for morning announcements?” Jai said, Hanna met him with a confused look as did Luke. “Announcements? Oh yeah! We’ll see you guys after home room!” As they left Connor and you in the hallway. “Your friends really lack subtly.” You said as you watched them go down the hallway, Hanna arguing with Jai while Luke occasionally looked back.

“Oh you have no idea.” He said turning back to you, “Oh! How do you feel about horror movies?” He asked reaching into his backpack. “Top three movie genre. Why?” You asked, he pulled out a small “slashers rule” pin and handed it you. “A formal apology for scaring you in the woods the other night, and you seemed like you’d like it.” He said gesturing to your backpack decorated with pins and patches, you smiled. “I love it.” His nervousness seemed to fade with those three words. “I’ve never really had friends or anyone give me something like this so, thank you.”

“That must’ve been lonely.” He said as you shrugged, it was lonely but it was also complicated. “Yeah but i’m not lonely anymore.” You said as you subconsciously ran your thumb over the pin and looked up at him. He blushed, you’d learned he did that a lot and quite easily none the less.

“So you ready for the shadow bay tour?” He said pushing off the wall, rubbing his hands together. Students had started to clear out of the halls paying absolutely no attention to Connor and yours’ affair in the corner. “Oh definitely. Just so you know i’ve been to four schools over the past eleven years, so you’re competing with that.”

“Oh it’s a competition?” He said with fake outburst laced onto his voice, you nodded with a sarcastic smile that turned genuine. “I think i can handle that.” He said as you two began descending down the halls of Shadow Bay high. Despite your own personal barriers and everything you’d ever been taught in your life, you were falling for Connor. Your better judgement knew that you’d pay for that at some point in your life. Sooner or later, you always did.

hello my loves! This is part one of three and i’m currently working on the other parts!

#are you afraid of the dark #ayaotd #are you afraid of the dark imagine #are you afraid of the dark x reader #connor stevens imagine #connor stevens x reader #luke mccoy #gabby lewis #hanna romero #jai malyas #the midnight society

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deans-haunted-baby · 4 years

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Curious. What do you mean by Dust till Dawn going against it's Characters? I know I have my own feelings, or confusion, with how they left Kate's story.

From Dusk Till Dawn effectively character assassinated every single character in the very last episode including Kate Fuller. No one is acting like themselves in that series finale it's like some deranged fanfic writer came aboard and hijacked the show while no one was looking. If you thought 15x18 & 15x19 of Supernatural were bad and believe me they really are; those episodes are minorly salvageable against the slaughterhouse that Dusk 3x10 was. It utterly contradicts and ignores everything the show put forward in all 3 seasons. I will never watch that episode again.

I'll first explain what that piece of shit did to the show's lead protagonists, the Gecko brothers. Regardless of how you or anyone else feels about Supernatural's series finale; that show was a saint to Sam and Dean's storyline beginning to end compared to how From Dusk Till Dawn definitively butchered Richie and Seth. I'm sad saying this because Zane Holtz and DJ Controna are outstanding as these characters. I freaking love their chemistry man, it's a great rival to J2! They're the badass dark clones of the Winchesters. Their arc starts out fascinatingly complex because they went from cold-blooded criminals/bad guys and meanwhile during their escape over the Mexican border with this hostage family the audience is told pretty quick by Professor Aiden Tanner that the Geckos are destined to become these foresworn warriors The Mayan Hero Twins in an ancient prophecy (based on real Mesoamerican lore) who battle the Underworld. So right away the show is telling us ahead where Seth and Richie are suppose to end up in their journey and when you introduce a storyline this big I expect a satisfying payoff.

At the end of season 1, Richie Gecko is *SPOILER ALERT* transformed into a culebra (snake-vampire) while Seth Gecko remains human symbolizing their night and day Hero Twin counterparts from the legend. And they're separated in the first half of season 2 where both try to navigate this new supernatural world they've stumbled on individually. What they find, no different than the Winchesters, is that neither can function properly without the other making their destiny all the more valid. That season is practically constructed like their swan song to the criminal lifestyle since the brothers are meant to become more than crooks; and since Richie's a vampire they can't ever go back to basics. Their adopted father aka uncle Eddie actually says the line "this is my swan song" in 2x07 to Seth and Richie in reference to their final heist together which is not a coincidence. That's the writers telling us that the Gecko Brothers' role in the show is going to shift from anti-heroes to heroes very soon. Eddie and Kate Fuller's fates in S2 act as the primary catalysts for this transition taking shape in the finale.

Going into season 3 it's business as usual for the boys until the prophecy of the twins officially rips a hole in the damn universe via demon queen Amaru. Who's now possessing Kate. Throughout that season Seth and Richie embark on a journey of heroism; find themselves battling monsters, actually saving civilians and dealing with their own personal demons (guilt and remorse over past sins). That year is presented as their redemption arc and final phase into their new role. No one ever tells them about their destiny (despite most of the other characters knowing) but we as the audience are already aware as we watch the brothers in action. The best episode is without a doubt 3x06 the crown jewel of From Dusk Till Dawn because it's about overcoming the darkness inside. And who best represents that than Richie; the show's most important central character whom began the series as a deadly clairvoyant criminal into the tortured vampire hero struggling with his own humanity. Now I won't spoil the whole episode for anyone who hasn't seen it or the show in general but it's an incredible moment of character development for both the Gecko brothers. Not only does it cement their powerful bond it's the episode that defines who these two are once and for all. The ones who lead the battle between good and evil; keep the balance of light and darkness. One day I plan to do an entire analysis of that episode because it's so fucking brilliant and shot so incredibly eerie at the same time 😁

You want to know what 3x10 does to these characters? It shits all over their entire storyline and pisses away THREE FUCKING SEASONS of character development. Just flushes it all down the toilet rendering everything they've ever done up to that point completely pointless! Their destiny which is the WHOLE POINT OF THE SHOW is suddenly dropped last minute and the Geckos hit reset on their former criminal escapades; dragging Kate along with them. I hate that finale with the fire of a thousand suns for what it does to Richie and Seth 😡

Moving on to Carlos Madrigal. He is the best villain character in the history of show villains hands down. I can actually say that without blinking. Wilmer Valderama is phenomenal, he steals the show as Carlos. He's is so freaking awesome, evil and badass! I just want to keep seeing this man tear things apart while being the sexy asshole he is 😈For all intents and purposes I don't want to spoil his whole storyline on the show for those following me in case they're interested. But what I will say is 3x10 destroys this character; so don't watch it if you want to keep the memory of who he was alive. I'm actually depressed over what was done to him as much as I feel sorry for Wilmer having to perform that shitty script. It's laughable in a very bad way. Gotta hand it to the writers and showrunners of FDTD they certainly knew how to humiliate their best characters in this series. Carlos basically goes from charismatic yet lethal Hannibal Lecter to a very captain obvious Gandolf caricature. Yah you heard that right, it's really fucking sad.

Next we have Freddie Gonzalez; the audience's avatar into the series. This character is connected to everyone on the show for a reason because of the crucial part he plays in this universe. The "Peacekeeper" destined to police the line between the supernatural world from the human world. In the beginning he's a Texas deputy on a quest to avenge the murder of his father figure/partner Earl McGraw via the Gecko Brothers. But once he steps in that territory of monsters there's no going back. And FDTD repeatedly tells him and the audience this in the first 2 seasons. But then 3x10 pulls the ultimate fuckery by giving him the most cliched, nonsensical hallmark ending effectively cancelling out his entire purpose in the series. He instantly forgets that he ever cared about Kate, watching her bleed out on the ground, then leaves the Geckos high and dry rushing his family (who isn't injured) to the hospital. And he stays there while the battle continues 😣

Kate and Scott Fuller OMG words cannot describe my anger over what was done to them so I'll make it fast. I'll begin with Kate the bright light and heart of the series. Her arc in the first two seasons is excellent. It's emotionally driven because she begins as an ordinary girl in broken yet seemingly-happy family to a young woman finding her way around the supernatural world maintaining her faith and moral compos while trying to help her brother after he's *SPOILER ALERT* been turned into a vampire; paralleling the Geckos's situation. Scott being only a 16 year old kid, like Richie, struggles immensely after his transformation; searching for meaning as a cursed individual and coping with his duality. He was already different to begin with so being a vampire adds some interesting layers to his character.

Btw Kate plays a vital role in Richie and Seth's lives, though in my opinion is more strongly connected to Richie. The show even goes as far as developing the early glimpses of a romantic arc between Kate and Richie (seeing as they kiss twice) with angst at the end of season 2 that is never resolved. You want to know why it wasn't? Not only does season 3 mute Kate's voice and agency but 3x10 ruins her character and demolishes her whole arc with Richie (who spent all of season 3 trying to save her) at the last second due to fan pressure of those who shipped her with Seth. They don't exchange one word nor barely look at one another it's like seasons 1&2 never happened. This is the biggest fuck you to fans of these characters I've ever witnessed in a series and they did my boys Adam and Michael so dirty in Supernatural. Poor Scott whom the show enjoyed kicking around all season barely gets a thing to do in that series finale either than listening to his sister and Seth gab about prom lol. Yah you heard me I'm not making this shit up I swear. Then he gets abandoned by Kate while she goes off to be a bank robber with the character assassinated versions of Seth and Richie. How extraordinary 😖

Santanico Pandemonium is really the only character in the series who manages to get out unscathed. HOWEVER her arc is handled very poorly beginning to end. They set up an arc between her and Seth that also goes absolutely nowhere. Give her zero closure with Richie whom she sired, dated and used in S2. And randomly throw her in a scene with Kate that makes no fucking sense after these two had nothing to do with one another all series. On top of that Santanico is barely in season 3 so by the time the show wraps her arc feels incomplete.

Other characters go missing that no one notices, the new bad guy whom they've set up at the end is just left hanging. And Richie Gecko, you know the show’s other lead, is horribly sidelined after 3x06 to make way for the Seth Gecko solo show. When I say FDTD series finale is bad I mean it's really fucking terrible and blasphemous.

#from dusk till dawn: the series #from dusk till dawn #richie gecko #seth gecko #kate fuller #carlos madrigal #fdtd #scott fuller #kichie #richiekate #seth x richie #freddie gonzalez #Santanico Pandemonium #anti fdtd 3x10 #the Gecko brothers

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In the Bond-Chapter 18

Summary: Lilah often wished she’d never said yes to working with the Gecko brothers—usually while dodging gunfire. At no time was she regretting that decision more than when she’s hanging upside down from the ceiling, staring down a group of hungry culebras and one (1) extremely powerful sun god.

Word Count: ~2,300

Warnings: Canon typical violence, blood, mentions of death

A/N: This is an AU of my Story In the Blood, which can be read here. Basically, this fic explores what would have happened if Lilah had met up with Geckos before she met Brasa.

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Lilah took time to explore the rest of the house while Brasa was busy closing the finances for the month. The door at the end of the hallway was still locked, and she wished she’d snagged Seth’s lock pick set while she had the chance. After making a note to order one online, Lilah veered off to the far side of the house, behind the living room.

There was a stairwell that still smelled of freshly sawed wood, unvarnished, leading to an expansive loft. Like the rest of the house, the walls and ceiling were stone. Also like the rest of the house, it was bare.

Clearly, it was meant to be an office of some kind, bookshelves lining the walls. An adjoining half bath was tucked in the back, with a linen closet stocked with towels. Lilah stood in the middle of it, thinking that it was odd that there was no window. In any other building, there would be a lookout over the property. But, as with most things where Brasa was concerned, this was not like any other building.

Moving back downstairs, Lilah passed through the living room to a smaller office. Brasa was sitting at the desk, tapping away on a keyboard. He looked up in interest as she entered the room. Lilah waved to him, indicating that he should ignore her. His work seemed constant—a barrage of emails to answer when he woke, phone calls that seemed to take hours, text message updates from Javier. Running his business was somewhat more than a full time job.

There were times when Lilah spent almost all her waking hours alone. She’d taken to riding with him to the bar and parking herself in one of the booths as a mean of distraction. The bar manager had good taste in music, and Lilah found that she could actually take some time to relax.

Still, she missed her friends, and she missed the work. A couple times a day, she would get an email or a text—she was disappointed every time by the sender. Seth hadn’t so much as checked in, though Kate occasionally sent her an update. It looked to Lilah that she was going to have to find a new crew. The thought was not entirely palatable. To keep the feeling at bay, Lilah turned her attention back to the décor.

Like Brasa’s other office, this room was plush and touched here and there with soft, luxurious accents. It was the only room in the house that seemed to reflect the inhabitant. There were fewer books here, but the ones that were stacked on the shelves were old, most of them looking handmade. She didn’t dare touch them for fear of damaging the clearly valuable tomes, though every once in a while, her fingers itched to snag one and secret it away.

Like the room above, there was an adjoining bathroom. Simple. Stocked with supplies. Lilah made a circle around the room, touching the marble counter top, and then went back into the office. She clocked Brasa still on the phone, his expression thunderous. It was starting to become a pattern. He’d answer the phone, and bad news would come.

There was no soothing him when he found out that another shipment had gone missing or that Benny had gained a significant number of acolytes. His anger would blossom in a quiet way that left him pacing in thought. All she could do was wait for him to run out of steam, usually laying down next to her, pulling her into his body in comfort.

Leaning against a bookshelf, Lilah waited. He would do as he had done in the past, come to her when he was ready.

When he’d concluded that call, Brasa turned off his monitor and pushed to standing. He tugged on his leather gloves, looking lost in thought. The worry creasing his brow was deeper than it had ever been, and she could feel something like grief emanating through the bond. It pushed her to approach him first.

“What happened?” Lilah asked pointedly, provoked by the distress in his expression.

He glanced at her, saying, “Benny tried to open the portal.”

Aghast, Lilah spit out, “He didn’t.”

“He did,” Brasa replied, stepping around his desk, “He failed. But, it wasn’t without consequence.”

Lilah followed him out into the living room, “Was anyone hurt?”

He nodded, heading for the coat closet and shrugging on his preferred leather coat, “Yes.”

Lilah didn’t like the abrupt answers, the way he wouldn’t look at her. She didn’t know what it meant that he’d failed to open the portal—only that she was relieved by it.

“I’m coming with you,” she announced, stepping into a pair of boots and zipping up the sides.

Brasa hesitated, and she could tell he was about to tell her ‘no.’ Staring at her, he changed his mind, nodding once and reaching for her hand. He led her out to the hidden garage, helped her into the SUV. As they drove, he periodically checked his phone. No new information ever popped up onto the screen. Lilah touched his arm, squeezing it in what she hoped was comfort. He looked at her sidelong, then took her hand, holding it the whole way.

When they arrived at the bar, it was chaos. People milled about, some of them injured. Lilah covered her mouth to hide the gag as the smell hit her nose. Burned flesh. Blood. Fear. It mixed together into something that she couldn’t describe with any other word than ‘horror’. She’d seen war documentaries with less gore. The room was both quiet and loud, the silence interspersed regularly with the moans of those who hurt.

Some of the victims were missing limbs, almost all were burned in some way, shape, or form. Lilah took the crowd in, took in the ones that were trying to help. Crates of blood bags were being hauled out to where Javier stood. He directed traffic, issuing orders with authority that might have surprised her in any other situation. Here, he was shining with leadership that he normally eschewed.

Blood was being applied as a poultice, dripped over wounds and into open mouths. Lilah struggled to contain her reaction, struggled to understand the medicine for what it was. She thought that maybe she’d gotten used to how her world had turned, but what she was looking at was at least three or four steps in the wrong direction.

Brasa guided her to Javier, the hand at the small of her back a reassurance that she definitely appreciated. She felt lightheaded, dizzy, and overwhelmed. There was a very real possibility that she might pass out. Swallowing down what threatened to rise, Lilah forced her spine to straighten, carried herself with strength she did not have.

“How many?” Brasa asked, pulling off his glasses and observing the room with a clinical eye.

Javier scratched at the skin above his brow, his other hand holding onto a silver cane that matched the silver of his belt buckle. He was dressed in a black suit, black shirt, black tie, black shoes. Lilah noted that he wore a silver pinky ring that glinted in the light. Even in utter disaster, Javier was dressed for the occasion.

“Seventy five,” he answered, “I’ve already sent the least injured to our barracks. We will provide them with food and rest. The others…”

He gestured to the crowd strewn across the bar. Some of them were lying on the floor, being tended to by staff. Some were propped up against the walls or laying on the tables. Still others were sitting at the bar. All of them look shell shocked, their gazes in the middle distance. Almost none were talking. Absolutely none were smiling.

As she looked at them, Lilah had never felt more helpless. This was so far out of her wheelhouse that she couldn’t quite get herself anchored. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, didn’t know if she should say something or remain quiet.

“I’ve talked with a few of them,” Javier continued, “He almost did it.”

That stopped Lilah cold. All of the pain in the room had nearly resulted in much worse. The ‘almost’ of his success made her chest hurt with unrelenting anxiety. If he had succeeded, if he attempted to do it again, there would be dire consequences no matter the outcome.

Brasa hissed, his lips curling, “I knew he would try.”

Javier dipped his head congenially, “They tell me that there are possibly a dozen that were taken, that Benny sacrificed to the portal before it collapsed.”

Brasa nodded, saying nothing and eyeing the victims. Lilah wanted to ask questions. She wanted to know what it meant that he’d been able to make a sacrifice, that he’d been able to contact Xibalba. She also wanted to know if the near success had created a rift in the portal, something for Benny to dig his fingers into so that he could rip it wide open.

“He’s getting too close.”

“I know that,” Brasa seethed, “We’ll have to kill him.”

Javier’s lips thinned, “He’s gone to ground.”

“Then we will root him out.”

There was fire underneath Brasa’s words. His voice was low, angry, ruthless. Lilah couldn’t blame him. For Brasa, the people in this room were under his protection. Benny had infringed upon his territory, had done what Brasa had expressly forbidden. It was understandable that he would want to retaliate in kind.

What surprised Lilah was the guilt hiding stealthily behind her shock. If she had advocated to Benny to be killed sooner, if she had let Brasa do what he’d originally planned to do down in those caves...if she hadn’t interfered, a lot of people might have avoided suffering. And yet, Lilah knew that she could not have lived with herself if she hadn’t given Benny the opportunity to do what was right. If she had signed on wholesale to their slaughter, she would have counted herself as no better than him.

“As you wish.”

Knowing that she would be more in that way than able to provide any help, Lilah let Brasa pull her into his public office. The quiet, when they closed the door behind them, was a heavy thing. Lilah hadn’t even realized how loud the bar proper actually was, with the groans of the injured sounding almost constantly. She blinked back angry, impotent tears, wanting to be strong. Or, she wanted the appearance of strength, if only for Brasa’s sake.

Brasa sat at his desk, elbows landing atop it. His head sank into the cradle of his hands, a long, slow breath pushed through his nose. Lilah leaned a hip on the corner nearest to him, one hand soothing over his shoulder. She could think of no words of comfort, nothing that could right the immeasurable wrong that had been committed.

“We need to close that portal,” he murmured, sniffing as he leaned back to slouch in his chair.

Lilah’s hand dropped to her lap, “We do.”

He looked lost, bereft. Lilah wanted to gather him into her arms and rock side to side, wanted to ruffle the curls of his hair, wanted to take the heavy weight from him. And yet, there was nothing that could bring his people back, nothing that could heal the deep wound Benny’s attempt had made.

She said that only thing she could, “We still need the knife.”

Brasa ticked his head to the side, “Yes, we do.”

Lilah grabbed on to the opportunity to do something, “Tell me where to find the knife. I’ll get it and bring it back here while you see to the injured.”

Brasa was already shaking his head, “I can’t risk you. Not now.”

She knew he’d say that, knew it like she knew no one could get at the knife as fast or as efficiently as she could. Lilah may not be a politician, or a diplomat, but she could steal with the best of them. He could run point here while she took care of business out there.

“Its not a risk,” Lilah lied, “Benny will be in hiding until he tries again. He won’t even notice I’m gone.”

One leg kicked out and pulled the rolling chair forward so that Brasa could take her hand, “I’ll send someone to get the knife.”

Lilah thought for a moment about relenting. And then she thought about the people outside, she thought about how useless she felt. She needed this. Not because someone else couldn’t do it, but because she needed to feel like she was contributing. That need rode her hard, pushing past whatever fear she might have for her own life.

“You’ll send me,” she enunciated clearly, “You know I can get in and get out with no problem. I’ll be back in forty eight hours, tops.”

The beginnings of a plan had already started to form in her mind. Her bags were already packed, a possible partner already selected. She could do this.

His eyes narrowed, “Its in Iceland.”

The plan pivoted a little, but the main points remained the same. A change in locale was no true barrier to getting it done.

“Seventy two hours, tops,” Lilah countered.

He said nothing, but she could see the gears turning in his head as he worked around the problem. Lilah might not be able to help the injured just outside their door, but this she could do. She could get him the last item he needed to stop any further attempts on the portal.

“You know I can do it. Just show me where it is.”

Brasa stood and took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, “You will take my plane. You will take a weapon. You will tell me the plan before you leave.”

“I can do that.”

#from dusk til dawn #from dusk til dawn: the series #Brasa #In the Bond

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summer sizzle | morning, kevin owens [m]

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** as stated before, all of these came from some pretty amazing lists I found floating around online. I’ll have to actually sit down at some point and find them all but... for now, credits to anyone who recognizes anything from this prompt as one they may have thought up. The direction I took all of them combined, the unnamed OFC are mine though. **

Only one bed. Oh no! +“There’s only one blanket and two of us-looks like you’ll need to cuddle up closer then.” + morning wood + sex dreams/wet dreams + “Well good morning to you too.” + “I can make you cum harder than that.” + loud sex + “Were you dreaming about me?”-

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THIS WAS EASY BUT ALSO NOT. I started this like... last week at some point, but I kept getting stuck, going back to edit or change things and for a few days, I just ignored this one, even though of all the ones I have going rn, it’s the CLOSEST one of my wrestling writing prompt things to actually being finished. BUT. BUT.. It’s done now and honestly, I’m lowkey proud of it, even though I know it’s about to flop most likely. ie pls, I beg of ya’ll don’t let this flop.

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18+ only. All children get yourselves out of here now. I mean this. There’s morning sex, brief mentions of body fluids and of course, bites / marking. Other than that, this one is surprisingly cute and fluffy.

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kevin owens x best friend!ofc, one hotel room & one bed trope.

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morning ft Kevin Owens + OFC

“We only have one more room.”

“Is it at least a double?” I questioned, biting my lip. The scent of Kevin’s cologne mixed with sweat was enough to call to memory just how fucking angry he got at Seth for no apparent reason back at the arena and I found myself getting wound up all over again… Thighs all drippy and slipping right off of each other. If this room wasn’t a double, it was going to be one long fucking night..

“Holy fuck, we’ll fucking take it. I just need to be out of that SUV. I’m exhausted.” Kevin grumbled sleepily from beside me. He rubbed his face - probably to keep his eyes from closing on their own.

“Okay, we’ll take it.” I plastered on my best tired smile and dug around, finding my ID and passing it through to the night clerk on the other side of the desk. Kevin did the same, moving to stand closer and pressing up against me as he passed his ID through. I just barely caught myself before I whimpered.

For a second, I could almost swear he heard the sound. But he was back to business as usual, breaking my gaze to take his identification back from the clerk, then tucking it away in his wallet. His other hand lingered at my hip and I gulped, keeping my eyes trained on the television set behind the front desk. The news was playing. It wasn’t interesting by any stretch of the imagination, but it did keep me from locking eyes with my best friend Kevin and having him read me like a book at that point in time.

Because I’m at least 99 percent certain that Kevin does not feel the slightest bit attracted to me. And the last thing I want to do is make everything between us awkward as hell. Which trust me, it would be.

He fell in step beside me as we walked down the carpet covered hallway in search of an elevator. The silence was heavy, almost tension filled to a point where I was having a hard time keeping myself together. Kevin spoke up, shattering the silence as we stopped at the door to the elevator and I leaned forward, pressing the up button. His chest brushed my back and I could feel the warmth of his breath next to my ear. “Did you whimper?”

“Huh? No. I might have yawned just now.” I said it quick. A little too quickly. If the look on Kevin’s face was anything to go by, he didn’t believe it. He shook his head and pressed against my back a little more. “No not just now. Down in the lobby. Because see..” he took a shaky breath, it was enough to give me pause for a split second. Was he just a little nervous right now?

He couldn’t be. Kevin Owens just doesn’t do nervous. He simply does not. I pushed the thought out of my mind and he promptly continued, a smirk creeping to play at his lips slow and easy as his eyes fixed on mine in the reflection of the metal doors we stood in front of.

“I could’ve sworn I heard you whimper, doll.”

The tone of his voice was enough to push me over that fine line between just a little wet to my thighs becoming a dripping and slippery mess. He chuckled quietly and I did my best not to tense up, to continue to at least try behaving as if absolutely nothing was going on.

Fuck me, I’m going to need new panties as soon as we get to this hotel room.

“ Nope, it wasn’t me.” - and saved by the bell, literally. The elevators slid open with a slow lingering creak as the bell dinged quietly. I stepped on and leaned against the wall, almost dangerously close to Kevin’s side and he sort of leaned himself against me yawning and swearing about the drive in and the snowstorm that blew in so heavy we had to stop in the first place and all I could do was try to focus on literally anything but the way his voice drops and gets so fucking deep when he’s half asleep.

How I wonder if he sounds like that in bed.

It was a can of worms I could not afford to open, not on this night.

The few minutes it took for the elevator to reach our floor felt like honest to god hours, the time passing lazily as both of us kept quiet and scrolled through our phones like we’d normally do. That tension though, that tension was building and about to reach a boiling point. I almost couldn’t breathe. And I was practically throbbing each time I could feel his breath against my ear while he leaned casually against me. The elevator finally slowed and then stopped and after picking up my things, I started to slink towards the door.

I could feel his eyes fix on me the exact moment they did. I bit my lip and took a deep breath pausing just outside the elevator doors as he took his time walking out, his bag slung almost carelessly over his shoulder. He gave me a smirk and I just barely managed not whimpering, smirking right back at him. I nodded to the hallway ahead. “Are we going? The sooner we get to our room, Kev.. The sooner we can get to sleep.”

“The sooner you can get warm.” Kevin remarked, his gaze fixing on me. I realized then that I was shivering and cold, no thanks to every single layer of my clothing being drenched by melted snow.

“Yeah… Definitely.” I admit, I got more than a little distracted by the mere thought of a warm shower. And then my mind just didn’t stop.. I was thinking about those thick and rough hands all over my bare skin and I got the most intense shiver I’d probably ever gotten in my entire life racing through my body. I tripped on the carpet a little and grumbled to myself, Kevin reaching out, holding me steady as he stared down at me a few seconds without saying anything. Then he chuckled, shaking his head as he muttered something I couldn’t quite make out.

We stopped at the door to our hotel room and he slid the keycard through the reader. The light changed to green and he kicked at the door to open it, stepping inside… where the cold air promptly hit us full blast.

“Shit. Fuck.” My eyes settled on the bed situation, taking it in as I tried not to choke on my own tongue. I just thought the night was going to be a long one. The fact that there was only one bed in the room just proved that not only was it going to be a long night for me, but probably, a sleepless one. And not in the way I wished it would be, either. I shivered at both the chill in the air and the realization that I was going to have to share a room with him and somehow, I was going to have to act as if I didn’t want him so bad I could taste it.

“The heat’s turned on but all I feel comin out is cold air. Fuckin heater must be broken.” Kevin mused as he turned his attention away from the heater that ran the length of the wall and followed my gaze.

To the one bed in the room. He coughed, staring at it intently, an almost amused gleam in his eyes as he did so.

Shit. Tonight really will be a long night. I pushed the thought out as I fixed my gaze on him. “You take the bed. I’m shorter, I can cram myself on that couch.”

“How about no, doll. I’ll make the couch work if anybody does.” Kevin insisted, gazing at me firmly. I swallowed hard when he made his next suggestion.

“Or.. wild idea here. We’re both adults. We could share the bed. For warmth.” Kevin said it so calmly. So calmly that before I even realized it, I was nodding my head in agreement… without even really stopping to consider the fact that lately, I’ve been having some very vivid and very loud, wet dreams about the man. I think it sank in what I’d agreed to about three seconds later and from the second it did, cue internal panic.

“I’m gonna go shower and try to warm up… unless you wanted to go first?” I turned back around to face Kevin and found myself body to body with him. My bright red panties fell onto the carpeted floor, catching his eye. He bit his lip and leaned down, picking them up and holding them out to me a smirk playing at his lips as his eyes met mine. “You dropped something, doll.”

“Y-yeah. I noticed.” I could feel my thighs slip off of each other. The fact that my panties were getting wetter and wetter by the second did nothing to help the fact that I was also soaked and freezing from the snowstorm we’d walked through to come into the building.

If I didn’t know any better… I’d almost be willing to swear that he’s teasing me right now. And that he’s enjoying every fucking second. But that’s nonsense. We’re just friends. I’m overthinking things, overanalyzing every little minute action made right now because I’m exhausted and I know this is going to be a long -read, sexually frustrating, night for me.

That has to be it.

On shaky legs, I hurried into the bathroom, shutting it behind me with a soft thud. I scrambled to tear off the cold,wet clothing and I turned on the faucet with the hot water on full blast. Given the situation I’m in, I probably should be taking a cold shower but… I’m freezing and I wanna boil.

I heard the tv turn on, it sounded like the last bits of a hockey game, and I smiled to myself, gathering my bath products and lowering myself into the tub.As the hot water made contact with my cool skin, I let out a soft hiss, my eyes fluttering shut as I relaxed against the back of the tub. I could’ve easily fallen asleep if it weren’t for the fact that my magpie brain didn’t choose to go back to the whole moment between us just before I got in here and hyper-focus on that… Take it further. Make my imagination really start to go wild.

Just as I was starting to let my hands wander over my own body, softly, squeezing my tits together and gently playing with my nipples, my hips arching a little beneath the water, the door practically flew open.

When I tell you I have never moved my hands away from my body so fast in my entire life… I glanced up, locking eyes with Kevin who was a little red in the face.. He wasn’t really bothering to cover his eyes either.. Then again, to be fair, I wasn’t exactly making an effort to hide my bare ass naked self from his gaze either and any bubbles I did have in the water originally had long since disappeared, so..

“You got a little shampoo, doll.” Kevin was sitting next to the tub, one of those big and rough hands gingerly covering my eyes while he took a cup that he’d grabbed from the counter and rinsed out the shampoo. I swallowed hard but I managed to get in a hint of teasing in the form of the remark “At least I’m not shitfaced like New Years, huh?”

He chuckled quietly, and I glanced up after he moved his hand, noticing that he seemed to be in deep thought. “Everything okay?”

“Totally, doll.” Kevin finally answered, reaching down and taking the wash cloth I’d been about to use on my body from where I’d abandoned it in the favor of a little hands on exploration earlier. He reached across me, grabbing my bodywash. After he got the washcloth all soapy, he bit his lip and half-teased, “If I don’t help ya, you might try to stay in here all damn night and I wanna shower too.”

But there was something in his eyes that had me biting back a whimper. Had me getting wet all over again and god help me, squirming just a little in the tub. He gave a quiet chuckle and leaned in just slightly, his mouth brushing carefully against the shell of my ear. “Lean up a little. I’ll get your back.”

“O-okay.” I managed to stammer. If Kevin had one tenth of a clue just how close I was to grabbing hold of the front of his black tee shirt and pulling his mouth against mine right now, I found myself thinking, he’d probably laugh. He shattered the heavy silence hanging in the air around us when he bit his lip and sat the washcloth down, pressing the back of his hand to my forehead, tilting his head to one side slightly as if he were puzzling something out and then finally asking me with a barely hidden smirk, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I answered, biting my lip and barely managing to keep a whimper at bay when I felt the washcloth making it’s way up and down my back. I know he had to have felt me when I shivered at his touch, there was absolutely no way in hell I could hide that in time.

“You looked like you were in a daze.” Kevin stated. I swear I almost responded with exactly what was on my mind, just so he wouldn’t keep pushing. I almost did. Luckily, common sense prevailed.

I sighed as the warmth of the water hit my body, rinsing away soapy bubbles and with a laugh, I nodded to the towel nearby. “The bath is all yours.” and for a moment, my eyes lingered on his and I licked my lips slowly, taking a gulp as I prepared myself to stand and step out of the tub.

I know what you’re thinking… you’ve obviously seen each other naked before if you’re best friends… And you’d be right, but… Tonight is the first time I’ve shared a hotel room with Kevin Owens since I came to the realization that I was in love with him.

And lately, with my realization, things may or may not have become a little… tense. Awkward. Because my extreme clumsiness really shines through. Two times I’ve fallen in his lap on a flight when trying to sit. Just his breath against my neck if he walks up behind me and whispers something into my ears is enough to send my thighs slipping right off of each other.

And I have to share a hotel room with him… and behave as if nothing is different… all fucking night.

I rose up from the warm water, biting my lip as I reached for the towel dangling from his fingertips. My eyes were locked firmly on his. He stepped closer, making sure the towel actually made it into my hand because in my distracted daze, I’d misjudged where his hand was exactly and it nearly hit the floor.

If I didn’t know better, I found myself thinking all over again, I’d almost swear he was flirting with me right now. Between my lack of sleep and trying to keep it together as of late, I wanted to say I was at least halfway sure he might be flirting with me, but honestly, I didn’t want to get my hopes up and then make a move and discover that he wasn’t.

I wrapped the fluffy white oversized towel around me and for a second or two, neither of us really… Moved. We were standing there, both of us in a bit of a daze. I swallowed hard, tilting my head slightly, looking up at Kevin. “Are you okay?” I asked after a second or two in which for some reason or another I couldn’t hear anything but blood rushing to my ears as my heart hammered away in my chest.

“Yeah.” he muttered the word quietly, almost thoughtfully. My heart kicked up it’s racing a little as I felt his hand settle gingerly against my hip and he started to move closer. My breath really caught in my throat when I realized that I was moving closer too.

Neither of us were stepping back. My breath was getting shakier with each second that passed and with that came the realization that it was getting harder and harder not to raise my leg to his hip, put my hand on the back of his neck and pull his mouth against mine.

I even found myself toying with what harm exactly that might cause. Could it really be so bad? And he was stepping closer to me too.. Right off the bat, I shoved that line of reasoning out of my head as quickly as possible.

His hand settled softly across my lower back and I blinked a little, dazed. His mouth was moving in closer, about to close the distance between us. The knock on the door from room service Kevin ordered had us both breaking out of our dazes and springing apart. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks and I bit the insides gently, trying to calm myself as Kevin hurried out of the bathroom and to the door of our hotel room to pick up whatever he’d gotten room service to send up.

By the time he was done doing that, I’d managed to get dressed and I was flopped on the bed, flipping through the tv set. Kevin flopped down beside me and for a good five minutes or so, neither of us said anything.

We both wanted to though, that much was evident in the thick and heavy tension filling the air around us. I almost said something about ten times, but I managed to keep my biggest question internal.

Because every part of me wanted to ask if he’d been about to kiss me.

We ate in silence, some stupid Hallmark Christmas movie I’d stopped on playing mostly for background. Kevin went to get himself a shower and I took a deep breath as I stood, staring down the bed intently.

,, you can do this. It’s just sharing a bed with your best friend, like all the other times..” was what I tried telling myself as I pulled back the covers, sinking into the soft bed. I’d just gotten as comfortable as I could given the arrangement, when Kevin came back out and settled into bed.

“It’s freezing in here.” I complained quietly. Kevin rolled onto his side and bit his lip, staring at me a second or two before nodding to the space right next to him. “Well, there is only one blanket… And two of us. Body heat means warmth, doll.” he pointed out calmly. After a good second or two of convincing myself that despite knowing this couldn’t be a good idea and it was only going to end in awkwardness in the morning, I moved closer. His arm settled over me and I burrowed down into the cover, getting as close to him as I could possibly get.

I must have been out in seconds, because I don’t remember anything else after that. And that thing I’d been dreading might happen? Oh.. It happened.

-- NEXT MORNING

“Oh… mmm… like that, Kevin.”

I could feel thick fingertips dancing over my bare thighs as I started to wake up. My ass was pressed right against him and I could feel obvious evidence of morning wood when I brushed against him just a little, wiggling around. The sun was shining in through the slit in the curtains and as soon as it hit me what I’d been dreaming about and what exactly I was still doing because of it upon awakening, I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole.

But before I got the chance to slip out of bed and into the bathroom to get dressed for the remainder of our drive today, Kevin’s mouth was against the shell of my ear as he leaned over me, staring down in a daze.

“You got pretty loud.” Kevin muttered, stifling a yawn. I felt my stomach starting to churn and my mouth opened and closed a time or two. He smirked down at me almost playfully and I swallowed hard. “I did, huh? I’m sorry, I…”

Kevin leaned in closer, his mouth just barely brushing against mine as he asked me, “Were you dreaming about me, doll?”

“Kevin, I…”

“Just answer my question.” his tone was firmer. I won’t even get into just how soaking wet the sound of it had me getting in little under a second, but yeah… He was still leaned in, staring me down expectantly.

“Fuck it.” he chuckled quietly, his mouth closing the distance, my mouth falling open easily to allow his tongue access. My eyes popped open and the shock started to wear off just as I was starting to feel light-headed. I started to deepen the kiss even more despite not being able to breathe, rolling completely on my back so that I wound up beneath him. One of my hands raised, trailing lazily over his scalp and he gave a quiet growl as his teeth scraped against my lips, tugging. I could feel my mouth swelling at the impact of the kiss but I didn’t care.

The kiss broke and we pulled away reluctantly, staring at each other all wide eyed.

“What… Why..” I stammered. Kevin chuckled, his hand trailing over my sides as he pressed into me just a little more and shook his head. He continued to stare down at me and chuckle as if my startled state really amused him and I managed a pout.

Finally, he broke the silence between us. “Do you not get it? I want you. Have for a while now, just never said anything because I also like keeping the few friends I do have.” he explained quietly, his eyes locking on mine as his hand lowered, moving from my hip to my thigh, rubbing his fingers over bare skin lightly.

I let it sink in as my heart started to pound a little and that little sliver of hope I held out before grew into a fucking inferno. After a second or two, I raised my hand, letting it catch and come to a stop against the side of his neck and jaw. My legs spread, putting his body between them, a knee resting at either side of his body. He leaned down, licking his lips, a smirk playing at his lips. “You still didn’t answer me.”

“What do you think, Kevin? Was I dreaming about you?” I asked the question quietly, my breath catching in my throat as I managed to rub against him just a little bit. I heard his breath when it caught in his throat and when he grabbed my hips, rubbing me against him two or three more times while lowering his head to mumble against the shell of my ear, “Well, good morning to you too.” in that husky tone, I felt a shiver go through my body and I rose up a little, nipping at his lips, catching him just before he could pull his mouth away from my face. “What exactly was I saying?” I finally managed to ask the question sheepishly.

All Kevin did was chuckle as his hands worked up and down my body. My legs squeezed his hips, making him stop staring at my tits to look up and meet my gaze. He shrugged. “Let’s just say I bet I can make you cum harder in reality than I did in your dream.”

I really felt my face burn hot when he said it, I realized just how intense my dream the night before must have been. My eyes locked on his and I barely managed to whimper out the words Challenge accepted than he was already tugging at the bottom of the oversized shirt I slept in upwards, tossing it once it was off my body. It settled on the nightstand. I tugged his shirt off, tossing that onto the floor. His fingers hooked in the waistband of my panties, a silent tear rendering that pair utterly useless as he pulled the torn fabric away from my body, tossing it into the floor beside his shirt. I tugged at the pair of gym shorts he’d slept in the night before, managing to catch both shorts waistband and underwear waistband at once and tugged them down. Kevin rose up, slipping off the bed to let them fall to his ankles.

When my eyes locked on the way his cock stood at attention, the thickness of it, I squirmed, getting so wet that my thighs were slipping off of each other with ease now. He lowered himself back down, settling himself between my legs as he spread them open wide, a leg settling over each shoulder as he muttered huskily against my thigh, “And I know exactly where to start.” daring to sink his teeth in just slightly, his lips latching onto a patch of skin on the inside of my thigh, leaving a big mark behind that I knew I was definitely going to feel for a while after this was done. His lips broke contact with my skin to reveal the huge purple bruise already starting to form on my inner thigh. They danced over my skin, moving higher up my thigh, quiet slurps and his little groans against my skin sending goosebumps over the surface of my skin. I whimpered as he continued to trail a path straight to my throbbing cunt with kitten licks and little softer bites.

I’d always thought he might have a thing for biting, for marking a girl up, but having it confirmed for me now was literally making me a drippy wet mess, my juices puddling to the bed beneath us. I tried to prop myself up a little better on my elbows and my breath caught in my throat as I felt his fingers working me open, slipping inside me deep, thrusting and scissoring, little wet sloshes with each move of his fingers inside me. His thumb pressed hard against my clit, rubbing the circular bundle of nerves and I whimpered his name, my fingers on one hand tugging at dark brown hair as I rocked my hips against his fingers and the little licks he was now giving to my folds. His lips locked on each one, sucking and I moaned even louder. He was pleased by that, I could feel the way his mouth curved into that damn smirk. “Kevin, oh- I..” I called out louder, my words tumbling off of each other breathlessly, a needy whine to my voice that couldn’t be mistaken. “C’mon.” I encouraged, rocking my hips a little faster. It only resulted in Kevin managing to find a way to keep me still as he rolled his tongue over my clit, lips latching on. “Keep it up and I’ll suck your clit til you go blind, doll.” he growled out against my throbbing cunt, his tongue greedily licking me clean, almost slurping up every single drop of my juices.

“Is that a promise?” I managed to gasp, trying again to rock my hips against his mouth and fingers. His lips latched onto my clit and I moaned a little louder, doing everything I could to get more friction, trying to ease the slow and steady throb of my pussy but nothing I tried was working. And Kevin was hell bent on drawing this out. Pushing me until I absolutely couldn’t take it any longer.

“It’s a definite fucking promise.” Kevin mumbled against my pelvic mound as his mouth backed away from my clit long enough to catch on my folds, sucking until I was practically shaking and the puddle forming beneath me was growing. The orgasm was building to an almost blinding intensity and every single time we locked eyes and he thought I might be getting a little too close, he’d slow down all over again, chuckling as he shook his head no at me, that teasing gleam in his eyes. I was tensing, the strain of holding back my own incoming orgasm almost had me shaking all over.

I pouted when he stopped altogether, raising up to look down at me, slipping dripping fingers between his lips. I could feel myself edging away from the orgasm, but Kevin seemed to have other plans.

His hand lowered, circling his cock as he winked at me and then lowered his gaze, watching as he dragged his cock right between my lower set of lips. I arched away from the bed and he settled on top of me carefully, his hands catching hold of both of mine as he started to bury his cock inside me slowly. Teasing shallow thrusts with the tip only. If I thought I had control of the orgasm threatening to take over?

I quickly learned that I, in fact, did not.

And Kevin seemed to really relish that fact. It shouldn’t have surprised me that he’d get off on being in complete control like this, but somehow, it did. Maybe it was because I alone had a better glimpse into his less confident side as his best friend for so long.

“Gonna make you feel so fuckin good, princess.” he growled next to my ear as he started to fuck into me harder, even slower and deeper drives, burying his cock to the hilt deep inside of my womb. When he started to mutter things softly against my mouth in the French he was fluent in and I barely knew outside of a few phrases, I really started to squirm beneath him, also trying to wiggle my hands free from the grip his hands had on them. Pouting up at him finally, “Kevin, please.. I want to touch you.”

He ignored my simple request, instead, catching hold of both my hands with one of his and letting the other glide down my body, gripping my hip, guiding it so that I was angled upward ever so slightly. The shift in the position of my hips had me really moaning, loudly enough to be heard over the quiet and drawn out creaks of the bedframe.

“Does that feel good, doll? Like.. don’t let me crush you or anything.” he muttered the words quietly, a scowl playing at his mouth just a second or two, only to vanish when I did manage to get my hand loose and I gripped his jaw lightly, pulling his mouth down against mine to quietly drawl against it, “You won’t. I like the way you feel on top of me.” I bit my lips, rocking my hips against him just a little faster, a pleading look as I met his gaze and finished, “And inside me, fuck…”

The orgasm was built to a point now where I ached all over. I could feel tears welling in my eyes at the frustration mounting as I tried to do what he asked and hold off just a little longer.

He smirked a little, chuckling. “You do, huh? You’re gonna love this then.” he slammed into me all over again, deep enough to strum against my spot a time or two and then just to tease, he pulled himself out just a little before slamming back inside me even deeper. My moans had to be loud enough by now to be heard out in the hallway, but I didn’t care.

At one point, around the fourth time he did this, I caught hold of his face, pulling his mouth against mine just so a long and deep, needy kiss would swallow the fact that I was literally screaming his name. He chuckled, his forehead resting against mine as he stared deep into my eyes, rough lips roaming over my face gently, laying soft kisses against my flesh. “You wanna cum pretty bad right now, huh?”

“Yes. Oh fuck I--” I whimpered, trying to get more friction all over again, only to have Kevin use his hips to pin mine still beneath him. He chuckled, his mouth conquering mine before venturing down the front of my throat, lower, against my breasts. “Almost, doll. Almost.” he muttered calmly, continuing to fuck into me long and slow and deep. “So goddamn tight. Fuck.” he growled quietly, his fingertips digging into my hips now, holding me mostly still against the bed. He knew exactly what he was doing, not letting me move all that much and not letting me cum like I desperately wanted.

“You wanna know how close I am, doll?”

“Hm.” I nodded, my lips against his, our eyes locked on each other. My hands were all over him now, mostly digging into his shoulder blades.

He chuckled quietly and after nipping hungrily at the outline of my swollen lips yet again, he mumbled into another kiss, “All it would take is you, rockin your hips one more fuckin time.” he shivered as I managed to do just that, only so careful and slow that he growled against my neck and sank his teeth down, latching onto a strip of skin. I did it again and his grip tightened even more.

His teeth dug against my skin just a little and I whimpered and moaned, eyes fluttering open and closed.

My own orgasm was dangerously close to ripping me apart beneath him. My breath caught in my throat as he started to bottom out over and over.

I dug my nails in his skin a little harder and he mumbled against my ear, “Wrap your legs around me. C’mon.” almost breathlessly, the soft smack of our bodies meeting over and over again competing with our pleasurable moans and growls and the noise the bed made every time it struck the wall. I wrapped my legs around him like he asked and the tilt sent him smashing into my spot over and over every single time he fucked into me. My legs squeezed either side of his body tight and then tighter and Kevin muttered quietly, “You wanna cum so bad you’re shaking. Is this anything like you imagined in your dream last night, doll?”

“I, oh.. Right there. Fuck, Kevin!” I cried out, the echo shattering the air between us as he promptly dove his mouth down to mine, swallowing up my cries. “So if I keep it up…” he muttered into the deepening kiss, “You’re gonna cum all over me… Make a real mess of the bed for me… Right?”

“Yes, fuck. Please just let me.” I begged breathlessly as the kiss broke and he pulled away, intently focusing on exactly what he’d been doing before. “C’mon, doll. You’ve been a good girl, fuck… You can let go now.”

My orgasm shattered through me, making me cling to him as I erratically met his deep drives with my hips, rocking myself against his cock since he had put my legs over his shoulders by this point. I could feel my pussy clinging to his cock, the soft sound of suction and his quiet growls as he continued to plow me, slow and deep.

“Don’t stop, doll. C’mon.” Kevin urged, lust blown eyes almost blacked out when he looked down at me, hips stuttering against me as he leaned down, his mouth finding mine clumsy and hungry, his lips latching onto my bottom one and his teeth tugging at it. “Fuck, that’s it. Fuck, you’re takin me so well.” he groaned into the kiss closely followed by “Don’t wanna stop, fuck. You feel too fucking good, doll. So tight.. Wet. Fuck..” in a throaty growl against my mouth.

“Don’t stop, Kevin, please. C’mon.” I pleaded, just plain overcome by how good, no how amazing it felt to finally be allowed to get off that I honestly wasn’t thinking and didn’t care to think about anything else but feeling the warmth of his seed when it filled me up. He chuckled and muttered half teasingly against my ear, “As you wish.” which had me smiling softly, because it was a line from my favorite movie and he knew it.

The harder and deeper he slammed into me, the more I moaned and begged for it. The throbbing of his thick cock deep inside me as his own orgasm shattered through him had me whimpering, desperately slamming my hips against his own erratic movements, trying to drive him inside me as deep as I could get. My toes dug into his shoulders and as he slowed to a stop, his mouth found mine again, his tongue darting between my lips, meeting mine and dominating the kiss.

I lowered my legs and Kevin fell to the bed beside me, swearing a little, one arm behind his head as the other shot out, pulling me so that I was on top of him, holding me in place.

“I’m fucking starving.” Kevin admitted, just as both of our stomachs growled.

“Me too, but there’s the tiny problem of me, being a little sore to move.” I muttered with a soft laugh against his mouth. He chuckled in response, untucking the arm folded behind his head to lazily reach for his phone on the nightstand as he muttered aloud, “Room service it is then.”

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captain-mcdavid · 5 years

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word count: 4.3k

smut: yes | no

warnings: sorry! you guys are gonna hate me for this! angst, swearing, fighting, smut, rough (consensual, but very one sided) sex, head injuries (note: the other parts can be found on my masterlist)

“He’ll text back,” Lindsay says, and you shrug, not looking over at her. She’s apologized at least sixty times for sending that text but you’re still not quite ready to play nice.

“I’m really sorry you know,” She says, and you nod, shooting her a quick half smile from your spot on the couch.

“I know Linds, it’s fine. Honestly.”

It’s not though. You can’t help but bring this all back to her, and it’s making it really hard to sound sincere when you say you accept her apology. Why did she have to send that text at that time? Why did she have to push you to do this in the first place?

She sighs and smiles, blowing you a kiss before heading out the door again. You know she feels bad, her absence over that last week has proven that. She avoids problems, and that’s exactly what she’s been using Boone for.

You open your phone again, staring at the onesided conversation. It’s been two weeks and you’ve sent 15 messages, and he hasn’t responded to a single one.

You’ve considered ambushing him multiple times, showing up to his place or waiting outside his building, but thank goodness you’ve convinced yourself against it.

Watching all his games probably doesn’t help the situation either. When he wins you want to celebrate with him, and when he loses you want to be there to comfort him, but he won’t give you the opportunity, and frankly you don’t deserve it.

It’s the second period of game six, and they’re down one in the series. If they don’t win tonight, they’re out, and at the moment it’s not looking so good.

You’re watching rather emotionlessly until it happens, but when it does you’re on the edge of your seat. Josh and Charlie MacAvoy go into the boards, and Charlie throws an obviously high hit on Josh.

He goes down hard and you jerk up, breath catching in your throat when he stays down. You can hear your pulse in your ears as you watch him get lead down the tunnel, and you’re wishing now more than ever that you weren’t in this place with him.

You’re a nervous wreck for the rest of the game, Josh comes back for the third period, but you expected him to. Even if he is hurt, no one could keep him from this game. He’d have to be nearly dead to not go back out.

When the third period finishes your heart sinks to your feet. Josh was on cloud nine after Tampa and to have the playoffs end like this must be so frustrating for him, not to mention everything going on in his life that isn’t hockey related.

Watching the post game interviews is literally heartbreaking, and this time you’re unable to convince yourself out of an ambush. He might need time, but according to you he’s had enough of it, and he needs comfort more.

When you arrive his car is in the lot so you know he’s home, but you don’t think about the obvious until you get to the door.

You can’t get in without him ringing you in, and if he decides he doesn’t want to see you, he probably won’t do that.

You debate with yourself for at least ten minutes, arguing in your head about whether or not he would actually leave you out here at night in the cold. After what you did though you wouldn’t put it past him, so instead of pushing the buttons to phone his place, you phone Boone’s instead.

You’re kind of counting on your acting skills, and Josh not telling any of the guys what happened, and it’s shaky ground but you don’t know what else to do.

“Hello?” Boone sounds tired even through the distant telephone box and you respond in a frail voice.

“Hey, Boone. It’s Y/N.”

“Oh hey,” He sounds confused, rightfully so.

“I’m just here to check up on Josh, but he’s not answering, I think he fell asleep. Do you think you could let me in?”

“Oh yeah for sure!” He says, and you sigh in relief. “My button is actually broken though so I’m just gonna come down to the main doors, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Thanks Boone,”

He hangs up and when the silence hits, so do your doubts. You drove all the way over here on impulse but now you’re having trouble convincing yourself to actually go up.

It’s pathetic. You know you need to apologize, but you’re so afraid of what happens after you do. What if he ends it? What if you lose him?

Even the thought of it causes you physical pain, how could you have been so stupid? Why did you ever agree to this?

Boone sends you a small wave and then opens the door, greeting you with a smile. “Hey,”

“Thanks so much, Boone.”

“Yeah no problem,” He replies, walking with you to the elevator. “Thanks for coming to check on him. He seemed pretty bummed out,”

“How’s his head?”

“It’s uh, okay? I don’t know, he kept on saying it didn’t hurt but he just wanted to play. No one really believes him.”

Despite feeling so guilty, you also kind of want to yell at him. Playing injured is no joke and you know there’s no way he’ll put his safety above a playoff game even though he should.

“You’ll get it out of him though.” Boone adds, and you smile in response, but you feel a pang in your stomach.

The elevator settles in silence for a minute, and you’re watching the numbers go up, only one more floor.

“How uh, how was your date with Lindsay the other night?” It’s the only thing you can think of to break the awkward silence, and thank god the doors open as if on queue.

“Huh?” Boone responds, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at him. This dude can not keep his hookups straight.

You shake your head and laugh, backing down the hall you shoot him a closed smile. “Nevermind, thanks again.”

“You uh, know which one I’m assuming?” He asks, and you nod with a chuckle. “Well if you get lost Seth is right here.” He points to the door on your left and you give him an awkward thumbs up.

You both head down opposite ends of the hall, and you’re left alone in front of Josh’s door. You knock hard before you can convince yourself out of this, and wait with your eyes shut tight until there’s movement.

He opens it, looking rather bored until he sees you. He’s shirtless, only grey sweats covering his lower half. Neither of you say anything, and he looks like he’s debating something, before he just moves back so you can step in.

You’re surprised, a door slamming in your face seemed more likely than this. You toe in and he shuts the door, not turning to face you.

“How’s your head?”

He sighs and finally turns, walking stiffly into the kitchen while he rolls his eyes. “Do you know how many times I’ve been asked that tonight?”

“Probably lots,” You reply feebly, “I just want to know that you’re okay.”

“I’m fine,” He cuts in, white knuckling the counter, his jaw clenched while he refuses to make eye contact.

“Would you tell me if you weren’t?”

He furrows his brows at the question and you look to your feet. You feel like you’re walking a thin line, and one wrong sentence could kill you off completely, and that might have been it. It sounds too personal, too intimate and you know it rubs Josh the wrong way.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” He starts, shrugging his shoulders. “We could have been better, but when it mattered most we couldn’t get it done. I’m fucking pissed as hell. Is that what you wanna hear?”

“I guess, yeah.” You nod, and your gaze falls to the floor, not sure where to go next.

“What are you even doing here?” He asks, and the harshness in his voice is enough to make tears cloud your eyes.

“I wanted to check on you.” You say honestly, sucking in a shaky breath before you speak again. “And I wanted to say sorry, and explain.”

“I don’t really wanna hear-“ He starts, but you cut him off, not realizing how loud your tone takes.

“Josh, please!”

“I don’t wanna hear it!” He raises his voice too and now you’re in a screaming match. “I was stupid, you played me, what else is there?”

“That’s how it started out,” You say, and he rolls his eyes. This seems impossible, maybe now wasn’t the right time to do this. How are you actually supposed to get through to him when he’s this upset? “You have to know that that stopped, it was real,”

He scoffs, and his body looks so rigid with anger that it’s frightening. “How am I supposed to believe anything you say?” He shouts. His face is flushed, his eyes light with rage when he looks at you and you hate that you’re the reason he’s so irate. He breathes heavily, and paces the kitchen, stopping momentarily to catch your gaze. “Why?”

When you can’t respond his shoulders tense, and he swipes at the first thing he sees. The glass goes flying, shattering against the wall while you flinch, sucking in a shaky breath to constrict the sob threatening to come out.

“What can I do to make this better?” You stutter, taking a step towards him.

He moves away from you, and your stomach clenches. He opens the cupboard and pulls out another cup, launching it at the exact same spot at the wall.

“Josh,” You cry, but nothing. Another one shatters with a sharp crack. He throws at least four before you step in, yanking the glass from his hand. “Calm down!” You shout, staring at the unrecognizable guy in front of you.

“Calm down?” He scoffs, grabbing the cup easily out of your hand while he laughs harshly. “Isn’t this what I’m supposed to do though? Let out my anger? It’s not good to bottle it up, right?” Another one shatters. Every throw is packed with aggression, the cups hitting the wall with considerable force. “Not like this, someone is gonna call the fucking cops!” You yell, grabbing the glass that he pulls out away from him. He takes an intimidating step towards you, and you back up into the counter, pressing a hand to his chest, feeling so tiny when he’s towering over you like this. He tries to grab the cup, but you move it, pushing harder at him. “Josh, stop!”

His movements cease, but he stares you down with hard eyes, still very close. “I know you’re angry.” You start, and for the first time since you’ve been here he isn’t quick to jump down your throat with a response. “You’re pissed about the game, and you’re pissed at me, and you have every right to be, but throwing all of your cups at the wall until one of the neighbours calls the police isn’t going to make you feel any better.”

“Then what is?” He whispers back, and everything is silent. The darkening shade of his eyes while he looks you over is enough to tell you what he’s thinking.

You shouldn’t. This isn’t what you came here for but you can’t help but think that this might be your last chance. If things go the other way you might never get this opportunity again and that scares you. Right now it’s obvious what he wants from you, and he might never want it again, so shouldn’t you take advantage of that?

In this moment his lips are so tempting that it’s hard to think about anything other than kissing him.

“What is?” He repeats, his gaze falling to your lips.

You swallow hard and then raise up onto your toes, your hand coming up to Josh’s cheek while you hesitantly press your lips to his.

Both of you are frozen for a moment, and you land back on flat feet before Josh reacts, but when he does it’s fast. His hands grip tightly at your waist to yank you into him, while he kisses you bruisingly.

You start to wonder if he’s held back on you until now, or if it’s the adrenaline that’s made him so strong, because you wouldn’t be able to make him move if you tried. He’s surrounding you, holding you to him with an iron grip.

He pushes further against you, and the edge of the counter digs into your lower back. The sting makes you suck in a gasp against Josh’s lips, and you feel him push again. He pulls back and his fingers glide up, slipping into your hair before he pulls down, your head falling back to rest against his palm while he wraps his other hand around your neck.

“You gonna let me take my anger out on you?” He whispers, his eyes gliding all over your body without catching your gaze.

You nod and suddenly his line of sight snaps up to meet yours, and a sinister smile creeps onto his face.

It’s the first time you’ve seen any semblance of a smile from him tonight, but it’s not his usual charming grin. It’s more scary than anything else, like you’ve just agreed to something you shouldn’t have.

As much as his behaviour is freaking you out, you know you can trust him, because his hand loosens around your throat, his grip in your hair lessening before he murmurs, “You sure?”

You look him over one more time, swallowing the lump in your throat before you nod once.

His hands disappear from you for a moment, and then he’s bending to catch the backs of your thighs. You manage to grab onto his shoulders before you fall backwards, and you look down to where you’re wrapped around him, taking a deep breath as you look back up, only to have Josh catch your lips.

You wiggle closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck until you’re flush to him, trying to match the intensity of his kiss.

It’s nearly impossible, keeping up with him, and your lips actually start to feel a little sore before he’s dumping you onto his bed, fingers curling into the waist band of your leggings. He tugs them and your underwear down in one swipe, pushing your shirt up while he spreads your legs. He drags his thumb down your slit, and you wiggle at the uncomfortable dryness. He notices, and bends down, following his finger with his tongue. He sucks on your clit, and swirls his tongue around, and it feels heavenly, but you’re afraid to moan or touch him, unsure of what his reaction might be.

He pulls up a little, and then spits onto your cunt, queuing a quiet gasp from you. Two of his fingers come to spread the wetness, dipping into your pussy to see if you’re ready.

He seems satisfied with the progress, tugging you closer to the edge of the bed. He shoves down his sweats and boxers, his hands coming under your thighs to hold them open.

He’s completely focused on himself, avoiding eye contact while he chases down a release, only concerned with making sure it’s not painful for you.

He doesn’t slow down, pushing himself into you hard until he’s bottomed out. He holds still for a second, his abs clenching while he sighs in relief, but then he’s moving fast again, grinding into you hard. He pulls you onto him with every thrust, railing into your cervix.

He continues at his pace, and it feels good but you know you’ll need more if you’re gonna cum, but that doesn’t exactly seem like a priority for him at the moment.

You’re nothing more than a doll to him right now, there’s nothing intimate about this. You’re a means for his pleasure and that’s it.

With a low groan he falls onto his arms, one hand wrapping around your throat while he picks up his pace, hips bucking wildly against yours while he chases his high.

Your mouth drops open while you try harder to get air, and the closer Josh gets, the more his grip tightens.

It gets to the point where barely any air is getting into you and you start to wiggle in his grasp, your vision clouding while he pounds into you.

Just before you feel like you’re about to pass out, he finishes, collapsing on top of you, breathing heavily.

You pant for air, and Josh stands, looking you over with an unreadable expression while he picks up his sweats.

He looks like he wants to ask if you’re okay, but can’t quite bring himself to do it, instead opting to watch carefully while your breathing regulates.

When you finally sit up, he starts to move again, pulling on his pants.

You cover yourself in the sheet and watch while he tries to busy himself, looking for something in his drawers.

You bask in the silence for long minutes until Josh finally turns back to you.

“Why is it that the one time I actually want you to leave right after, you stay?”

Your brows furrow when he says it, and you swallow the lump in your throat. “You don’t need to be a jerk.”

“Yeah, right. Sorry. I’m the one that needs to apologize for being an ass.” He says it with a venemous scoff and you feel like crying. He can’t even look at you.

“Listen. I know you’re mad at me but I’m here, and I’m trying to apologize, why won’t you let me?” You voice breaks at the end and Josh’s jaw clenches.

“You should go.” He says, and you have to blink away the tears.

“Will you please let me explain, I hav-,”

“Please!” He interrupts, and you startle at the bite behind his voice. “Just go.”

And with that the tears finally fall, while you scramble out of the bed to put on your clothes. Josh stands still, a hand over his mouth and you take one last look at him before walking out his bedroom door, even though it breaks your heart all over again.

On the way out you pass the chair, the jacket chair, and you shouldn’t, but you stop in your tracks. At this point, this is none of your business, and looking could put you in an even worse position, but you can’t help it.

You look down the hall to make sure Josh is still in his room, and then you lean over the back of the chair.

It’s still there, crumpled on the floor. You pull it up, examining it before your stomach drops even more. It’s a baby pink denim jacket that you’ve definitely seen before, and not just from seeing it here.

With a deep breath you flip it over, hoping you’re not gonna see a silver ‘feminist’ patch among others on the back. You’d recognize it anywhere, you helped her put on all the badges.

It was Lindsay’s.

Your head feels like it’s vibrating, your thoughts tangling while you try to sort out the things in your brain. He just told you to leave but you can’t, so you walk gingerly back up to his doorway, where he’s stood in exactly the same position. You hold the jacket behind your bag, and Josh starts to say something, but you don’t let him.

“At Boone’s party. I lied to you. And you knew I lied, but you didn’t call me out,” You explain, watching carefully for Josh’s reaction. He looks defensive, and the clarity that you need is finally coming through. “I was so confused. You said you were watching me all night, and I was wondering why you didn’t talk to me.”

You hold out the jacket, and Josh’s whole demeanour changes. It all makes sense. “You were acting weird at the party because you saw me come in with Lindsay, right?”

The strands are all connecting and you thought that this situation couldn’t get any worse, but obviously it has, and you feel like you could throw up.

You think about Boone, and his reaction to you bringing up Lindsay at his party, and when he let you in.

“I came with a friend. Boone knows her, Lindsay?” You had said, but Boone just looked lost, like he had no clue who you were talking about. And then again tonight, when you asked how his night with Lindsay was, he once again, looked confused.

Boone doesnt know who Lindsay is. Because Lindsay never slept with Boone.

“Did you...” You start to ask, but stop when you feel a physical pain shoot through your chest. You know what the answer is, and it’s only gonna hurt more to hear it, but you need to hear him say it. “Did you and Lindsay- did you...?”

You meet his eyes and the guilt behind them is all you need.

“Y/N,” He starts, but you hold up a hand, cause you don’t actually know if you have the heart to hear what he has to say.

“How could you?”

“Let me explain-,” He tries to jump in, taking a step towards you but you lurch backwards like you’ve been burned.

“How could you?! You had the audacity to get mad at me for what I did when you were sleeping with my bestfriend?” You start to turn around, but Josh’s hand wraps around your arm.

You don’t even think about your next actions, it’s like an instant reflex. Your palm flies across Josh’s cheek, his head turning to the side while you stare with wide eyes, unbelieving of what you’ve just done.

“Do not touch me!” Your voice is explosive, and he looks taken aback. “You will never touch me again. Not after this.” You’re disgusted with yourself for not seeing this sooner, for letting him use you tonight. “Not after that.” Your voice breaks while you motion towards his bed, the barrier breaking while tears start to fall.

His nostrils flare and he looks down on you with pure rage. You swallow dryley, and pull your arm out of his grasp. He opens his mouth to talk, and then shuts it again, jaw clenching like he’s trying not to go off. You’re not prepared for the yelling that’s about to come, you’re so mad that you don’t want him to make a point, you can’t listen to his side of things right now.

You try to leave again but Josh’s booming voice makes you startle, stopping in your tracks. “Don’t you dare walk out of here.”

You turn slightly, refusing to make eye contact with him. “You think that just because I slept with Lindsay I’m not allowed to be pissed that you fucking played me?”

“Oh please!” You’re shouting back blindly, the words coming out of your mouth before you even have a chance to think about them. “What I did is nothing compared to sleeping with my bestfriend!”

“You have no idea what even happened! You won’t let me explain!” You’ve never seen him like this, so angry. If you weren’t right there with him you’d probably be bawling right now, but you’re just as pissed off as he is, and all you feel like doing is yelling right back.

“Right, cause I’m gonna give you that opportunity after you made no attempt whatsoever to hear me out! And what is there for you to explain? What explanation could you possibly have other than the obvious.”

“You wouldn’t know cause you won’t fucking listen!”

“I can’t listen!” You shout, taking a second to breathe in the middle this outburst. “I’m so unbelievably mad at you right now that I can’t listen to anything you have to say!”

“Well that makes two of us!” That’s all he says. And you’re left staring at each other with complete hatred.

With a pathetic shake of your head, you turn to leave again but are once again stopped.

“Don’t.” Josh says, his tone final.

“God damnit, Josh!” You cry, “You told me five minutes ago to get out, you can’t tell people to leave and then get mad when they go!”

“If you leave nothing is going to get solved!” He shouts, and you roll your eyes at how hypocritical this all is.

“Says the one who walked out without so much as a word last week!”

“I was mad!”

That’s all he has to say for himself. You laugh bitterly, and shake your head, turning on your heel while you tell him, “Well so am I! And I’m leaving.”

You stomp to his front door and he follows you the whole way, staying close behind. You open the door about two inches only for it to be pushed closed by Josh, and you stand still, completely defeated.

“Let me go.” You whisper, pulling at the door, but he’s too strong.

“No.” He says, and you flip on him, pushing your hands into his solid chest to get him to move. It’s pathetic, how hard you’re trying and how easy it is for him to hold his ground.

“Let me go. Now.”

His stare is intimidating, but you stand firm, keeping his gaze locked until finally he breaks, shaking his head, stepping back.

You look at him while you turn the door knob, and your stomach drops at how final this feels, but you walk out anyway, too upset to try to solve anything.

The reality hits you like bricks as soon as the door shuts behind you. You walk down the hall blindly until you get to the elevator, and you’re disgusted by the images that you can’t get out of your head.

Everything you’ve ever done with Josh is suddenly being rerouted to Lindsay, she’s replaced you in all your memories and suddenly they’re all tinted red with anger.

He slept with your best friend.

You’re so blinded with rage that you don’t even think twice when you knock on Seth’s door.

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swiftlythebest · 5 years

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Um could you do a prompt where Nico is the bad boy/loner and he sees the sweet/innocent smol boi Levi getting picked on and comes over and be like he’s MINE and I’ll beat the crap out of anyone who touches/looks at Levi with a bad vibe. And how about Grey-Sloan is an elementary school where Levi is the new kid and comes into class to introduce himself with a stutter and Nico is in the back of the classroom plotting ways on how to make Levi his. Pretty please with Schmico on top.

Hi! So I modified this a bit to be set in high school because it fit my plot better. I’d like to explore a Grey-Sloan high school thing. @lazygeisha and I were joking about Taryn and Link being the cheerleaders and now I can’t get that out of my head; it doesn’t get a mention in this fic because it didn’t really fit but just know that’s the case at this high school. I haven’t written any sort of bad boy thing before, so I hope it came out okay. He’s not that bad because I couldn’t do that to my sweet Nico. It’s sort of long so a lot is under a cut. I hope you enjoy!

Nico Kim wasn’t a bad boy, per se. He just wore a lot of leather, kept to himself, and occasionally broke a few rules. Since he was still in high school, that meant he showed up late to class and maybe snuck a joint out on the football field instead of going to lunch. It wasn’t like he was some sort of criminal or anything, just… non-conformist.

And okay, maybe he threw a few punches now and then, but only when absolutely necessary, like when Seth Manners called him a homophobic slur or Josh Gibson tried to cop a feel on Lana Harris in the lunch line. He liked to think of himself as a crusader of equality as opposed to some scary bully. If anything, he punished the actual bullies.

A seemingly innocuous Tuesday found Nico sitting in the back of his math classroom, absentmindedly twirling his pen, waiting for class to start. His dream was to become a doctor, meaning he still maintained strong grades even if he acted like he didn’t give a shit. He could sit in the back and scowl all he wanted, but at the end of the day, he prided himself on keeping a near-perfect GPA.

Suddenly, his attention was drawn to the front of the room as a loud bang rang out, startling the chattering teens.

“Sorry! Sorry…” A short boy with messy light brown curls stuttered out, bending down to gather his textbook, which he had evidently dropped.

Well. Nico was not expecting something like this to happen today. He planned to go through the motions of the day, maybe get high later, and go for a nice long run after school. Running helped to clear his head and stop all the noise that clogged his brain after a full day of school. But here was something new. Someone new. Someone intriguing and clumsy and hot. Really, really hot.

“Class, this is Levi Schmitt. He’s new to our class. Levi, you can take the seat in the back by Nico.” While Nico was never Ms. Fairview’s biggest fan (she had a Trump sticker proudly displayed on her car’s bumper), he found himself internally thanking her.

The boy, Levi, adjusted his glasses (how adorable), and made his way to the back row of desks, settling in, awkwardly, to the empty seat next to Nico.

Nico wanted things. He wanted to be a doctor, he wanted out of this backward town, he wanted to be left alone by the majority of the student body at this school. But never had he wanted something as much as this boy sitting next to him, frantically taking notes and bouncing his leg nervously. While Nico knew he was gay, he’d never met anyone who made him feel the way this boy did, all fluttery and nervous and excited.

“Hi.” Levi snapped his head over, clearly confused by the voice coming from his left, interrupting his note-taking.

“Oh, um, hi…” Nico wanted to melt at this adorable boy.

“I’m Nico.”

“Yeah, I know. I mean, she said that. The teacher. Earlier. She said that.” Nico saw him swallow, mesmerized by the bob of his Adam’s Apple, “I’m Levi.”

“Well, hello Levi.” Nico gave a smirk and a wink, delighting in the bright blush that bloomed on Levi’s cheeks. He usually only got such a reaction out of straight girls and that one super closeted jock that tried to give him a handjob in the locker room junior year. To get this reaction from someone he was actually interested in sent a thrill through Nico.

Instead of paying attention to the math lesson (more review of derivatives), Nico spent the class staring at Levi out of the corner of his eye and trying to figure out the best way to ask him to sit with him at lunch. No one sat with Nico; he gave off the vibe that he had no time for anyone else, leaving him to enjoy his lunches (the ones he attended) in blissful solitude at the back of the cafeteria. For him to want to eat with someone else was a rarity, let alone actually make the effort to extend the invitation. As the bell rang, he turned his head to ask Levi if he wanted to join him only to be met with the other boy’s back as he scurried out of the classroom. Dejected, Nico made his way to the lunchroom, hoping to catch Levi as he waited in line or searched for a table.

“Aw, look at the little nerd! Do you try to look this dorky or does it come naturally?” Nico recognized Seth’s voice, and the jeers of his friends, from around the corner. He hurried towards the cruel voices, to be met with a growing crowd surrounding Seth and his cronies as they relentlessly picked on their victim. As Nico drew nearer, he noticed a mess of light brown curls and quickened his pace.

“Hey!” Every head turned towards Nico as his voice rang out in the halls. Levi looked conflicted between sheer terror or relief, unsure if Nico was about to join in on the bullying or put a stop to it.

“Hey, Nico. Just getting to know the new kid. Nothing to see here.” Seth’s twisted smile turned Nico’s stomach.

“Hm, is that all? Because it looks like you’re tormenting him, not welcoming him.”

“Yeah, and what’s it to you?” Seth narrowed his eyes, putting forth a challenge.

“He’s under my protection.” Nico noticed Levi’s shoulders relax out the corner of his eye.

“Your protection, huh? What’s that mean? You his white knight?” Seth’s smile faltered only slightly, the only indication that he knew what was about to happen.

“It means you, “Nico got close enough to poke Seth in the chest, “or anyone else for that matter, better leave him alone. If I get wind of even a hair on his head being maliciously messed with, you’re done. Do I need to remind you of the last time you crossed me? Because I would think that bump on your nose acts as a nice reminder.” Seth had defaced the small pride flag on Nico’s locker, resulting in Nico “accidentally” breaking his nose.

“Aw, got a crush, you fairy? Is this what does it for you?” Seth scanned Levi with a look of disgust.

“Yup. So back off or I’ll have to make you. And I won’t play nice this time around.” Nico watched Seth flinch away, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Fine. I’ll leave the dork alone.” Seth and his cronies sulked into the cafeteria, trying to hold on to whatever shred of dignity they had left.

As Nico glared after them, he heard a throat clear behind him. He turned to find Levi, bright red and fidgety, blinking up at him.

“Um, thanks. You didn’t have to do that. I’m used to it.” Levi sounded so small and unsure.

“I did have to do that. No one’s allowed to hurt you.” Nico took a step closer to Levi, causing the other boy to tilt his head up even more.

“And you didn’t have to lie about having a crush or whatever. I know I’m pretty obvious, but it’s okay if you just reject me.” Levi adjusted his glasses again.

“W-what?” That threw Nico for a loop.

“I know you can tell I think you’re hot. I’m bad at subtlety. I blush and stutter too much.”

“I wasn’t lying. I find myself incredibly attracted to you.” Nico crowded into Levi’s space, tucking some hair behind his ear, delighting in the deep red color of his cheeks. He leaned down to whisper in his ear, “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

“O-oh.” Levi’s breath was ragged, his eyes closed.

“Join me for lunch.” Nico pulled back and made his way into the cafeteria, smiling when he heard the sounds of hurried steps behind him.

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welcometophu · 4 years

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Into the Split: Home 1

Twinned Book 3: Into the Split

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Pawel stands talking to two nurses at the station at one end of the maternity section of Unity Central Hospital. Chelsea lingers in the shadows in the corners, hovering near where a young couple sits on couches, an infant cradled in their arms. She reaches out, then pulls her hand back while glancing at Nikolai.

She doesn’t look guilty, but she does seem upset, even though Nikolai can’t see her features well.

Seth shifts his stance, makes a face. “Somehow this is not somewhere I ever expected to find ourselves,” he mutters.

Nikolai has to agree. Hospitals are alien to him after all this time, and the maternity ward was never really on his radar. “She led us here,” he says. “And we made a promise to her. The question is, how are we even going to get on the floor?”

They’d been stopped the second they got off the elevator, and Nikolai still isn’t sure how Pawel convinced the nurses to listen rather than simply putting them back on the elevator and making them leave.

Given that it’s been a good ten minutes and they’re still arguing while Nikolai, Seth, and Chelsea wait, it doesn’t look good.

“We can’t have Rituals on the maternity ward,” one of the nurses says firmly. “I’m very sorry, Professor Szczek, but that’s a hard rule.”

Pawel rocks back on his heels, his hands shoved into his pockets. “Is there still a nurse named Jackie Ellenwood working here?”

The two nurses look at each other. “She’s moved down the hall to NICU. Why?”

“Could you let her know I’m here? And that this has to do with the birth of my son, Conor, and the death of my girlfriend, Chelsea.” Pawel leans on the counter, his attention fully on the two nurses even when Chelsea makes a soft sibilant noise in the background. He smiles, and now that the bags have eased under his eyes, they crinkle attractively. “Please.”

The younger of the two picks up the phone; Nikolai can’t hear her soft conversation.

It doesn’t take long before another nurse walks up from the back of the floor. Her badge has a stripe of color on it, and her scrubs are purple pants instead of green. Her grey hair is pulled back sharply into a bun, but her eyes have smile lines around them that crinkle when she spots Pawel. “It’s good to see you. How is Conor?”

“In for a hell of a surprise when I get around to filling him in on everything that’s happened,” Pawel says dryly. “I know I said it several times back then, but thank you, Jackie, for taking care of us.”

“You looked so lost.” Jackie shakes her head, spreading her hands for a hug that Pawel accepts. She’s taller than he is, and she tucks him in close, patting the back of his head. “I’m sure you’ve done fine in the years since. You’ve grown a bit. Don’t look quite so much like you’re barely out of high school.”

“I was barely out of high school,” Pawel admits with a rueful smile. He gestures, and Nikolai and Seth approach carefully, while Chelsea drifts closer from the other side. “We need your help.”

“I heard you’ve been pestering Naomi and Beryl,” Jackie says easily. She crosses her arms, looking down at him. “What is it you expect me to—” She cuts off, attention shifting sharply to where Chelsea hovers near Pawel’s shoulders. “What is—”

“Short version: Chelsea didn’t die, she Emerged as a Shadowwalker,” Pawel says quickly. “She’s not going to hurt anyone.”

“A Deathstalker?” Jackie takes a step back, her hands up.

“Not exactly,” Chelsea whispers. “It’s complicated. I just want my soul back, and I think I left it here.”

“She’s not a danger to anyone here,” Pawel says quietly. “Not the parents or infants. None of us are. We just need space to see if we can reach her soul. This isn’t—it’s a little complicated. We’ve done it once before, and that was something of an accident. Before we do anything we need to walk through because Chelsea feels a pull here, and we think she can identify the place where the rest of her is waiting. Other than the hospital, the only thing she feels drawn to is me.”

Chelsea smiles slightly, a soft sound escaping. It’s weird and eerie and makes Nikolai’s skin crawl.

Jackie looks past Pawel at Nikolai and Seth. Nikolai tries to look as unassuming and harmless as possible. Her lips purse, discomfort evident in the way she moves stiffly past them with long strides. “I’ll take them back. It’s on me.”

“Thank you,” Pawel says quietly.

“Debts are paid,” Jackie replies, just as softly. “If you need anything more than this, it’s your turn to owe me.”

“Understood.”

Nikolai trails behind, Seth by his side, their fingers almost tangling but not quite. Chelsea leads the way, seeming unbothered by the bright lights as she floats through the hall, moving quickly. She rounds a corner, then pulls up sharply with a loud inhalation, hands pressed in twin blots of darkness against the window. “Here,” she whispers. “I know this place.”

Beyond the window lie neat lines of bassinets, most with a small child nestled within. Some sleep, others are fussing and crying. One is empty, and a nurse sits in a rocking chair off to one side to give an infant a bottle.

“I have never seen so many babies in one place,” Seth murmurs. “Hell, I haven’t seen this many babies ever, not since the Split.”

Jackie gives him a look, frowning.

“The nursery, of course.” Pawel rubs his face with his hand. “This is the busiest place, and the one place I can almost guarantee they won’t let us do a ritual. Chelsea, are you sure?”

Her shadowed head nods; she doesn’t look away from the infants.

Nikolai closes his eyes and reaches for the Dreamscape. This isn’t like the Berman house. He can’t feel it there without reaching. But it is there as soon as he tries to see it. Like an illusion at the edges of his sight, a liminal space that’s wrapped around this spot as well as Pawel and Chelsea.

As Pawel draws Jackie away to speak to her, the lines thin, falling away.

“Pawel,” Nikolai calls out.

Pawel stops and turns, taking a few steps back. The sense is stronger again as he draws closer. That gives Nikolai an idea.

“Chelsea, can you go with Pawel?” Nikolai waves them both off. Pawel steps away first; Chelsea takes time to pull herself away from the glass. As she approaches Pawel and Jackie, the liminal lines return. They aren’t as strong as before, but they are stronger as long as the two of them are together.

“I think we can use a different room, as long as its near here,” Nikolai suggests. “And as long as the two of you are together.”

“Do you know what to do?” Chelsea asks.

Only vaguely, based on what he’s heard about Carolyn’s retrieval of Mattie. But he’s relatively sure that it will work, and that it will be safe. And that it absolutely depends on Carolyn’s presence along with his. “Yes,” he says. “If we have a space, and I can get Carolyn here, we can do it.”

Jackie’s mouth is pinched, her expression tight.

“Is there an available room?” Pawel asks. His tone is careful, as if he’s trying not to poke too hard.

“What, exactly, are you planning to do?” Jackie replies. She leads the way down the hall, stopping at a door that sits closed. Upon opening it, there is one bed inside, and far too many machines. “For cases when we have someone we want to keep a close eye on,” she says. “Which luckily we don’t have right now, or someone looking for a private room. If I say yes, that means you’ll need to be quick. There’s always someone in labor & delivery, and we are always bringing new people onto the floor while others leave. We have a quick turnaround here. So what, exactly, are you planning to do?”

Pawel looks to Nikolai, and he takes a step closer to the door in response. “Seth and I will call Carolyn,” Nikolai says. They stay in the same room, but Pawel moves closer to the window with Jackie and Chelsea, while Nikolai and Seth hover close to the door. Nikolai puts his phone on speaker, but dials down the volume before he presses Carolyn’s name and lets the phone make the call.

“Hello?” she answers. “Nikolai. Is everything okay with Pawel? Am I on speaker?”

“You are. We’re actually in the—” Nikolai cuts off as Seth touches his shoulder and shakes his head. Nikolai realizes what he was about to say and rethinks it. Carolyn would worry if he starts with the hospital and no context. “Chelsea showed up and said she’s ready to take us back, but she needs her soul first. Which means we need your help.”

“My help?”

“You worked with Del to bring Mattie back, right?” Seth asks quickly. “That means you can work with Nikolai to do the same thing for Chelsea. We need to do this so we can go home. Please, Carolyn.”

He makes it sound so simple. Nikolai hopes it’s anywhere near that simple when they actually do it.

“I have no idea how I did it before—”

“We need to try,” Seth interrupts her. “Please. We’re at the maternity ward at Unity Central Hospital and Chelsea says her soul is here. Nikolai thinks he can see how….”

“I can see the lines in the liminal spaces around where Chelsea thinks her soul is, and more importantly, around Chelsea and Pawel when they’re together. She’s linked to him, and as long as we’re close to her soul, I think we can step in. The tough part is going to be getting back out,” Nikolai says. He’s heard the story; he knows how it worked before. He suspects he even understands why people went with them physically for Mattie’s soul, but only Dreamwalkers went into the Berman house during the Ritual.

If he’s right, Seth and Pawel should travel into the Dreamscape this time, too.

“I’ll be there. Make sure we have the right place to do this.” There’s a rustling sound in the background, then the call abruptly drops silent.

When Nikolai looks up from the phone, Jackie is staring at him from the other side of the room.

“Are you absolutely certain that this will not affect the people on this floor—adults and children alike?” Jackie asks.

“As certain as I can be,” Nikolai replies. There are chances, of course. There are always chances. But from what he understands of Mattie’s situation, and what he can see here, he suspects that once the Ritual is invoked, they won’t be in the hospital at all.

It takes time for Carolyn to get there. Jackie leaves long enough to tell the nurses to send Carolyn back as soon as she arrives, then she spends her time chatting with Pawel, catching up on life over the last years. Jackie’s body language is tight, and Seth murmurs at one point that she’s anxious, but she doesn’t shut them down. That’s about the best they can hope for, Nikolai thinks.

When Carolyn arrives, she’s digging through the small purse she wears slung across her body. She glances up as she enters the room, then pulls something out and unfolds it. “Okay,” she says. “I’m ready when you are.”

“I think it’s probably for the best if you wait outside the room,” Pawel says to Jackie. “Any idea how far?”

“The liminal space is pretty tight around the two of you,” Nikolai gestures to Chelsea and Pawel. “So she could probably stay in the room if she feels like she needs to be; we just need to be as far apart as possible. And the closer we are to the door the better, so maybe over there, by the window?” He points, eyeballing the distance. He thinks the door will be a barrier for anyone in the hall outside, and the distance will be enough to keep Jackie out of whatever opens up.

“I’d rather be in the room.” Jackie relocates to the opposite side from the door, leaning back against the window ledge. She crosses her arms, jerks her chin toward where Carolyn waits at the door. “Go on then. Let’s get this done.”

“I’ll come back and let you know,” Pawel promises.

“You think you’re leaving,” Jackie says, her tone flat.

“I think we’re all leaving,” Pawel responds. “If it works like the last time, we went into the Dreamscape in one place, and came out in another. That’s what Carolyn’s here for.”

Carolyn waves the piece of paper in her hand. “I’ve already warned everyone in the house. This is assuming we can repeat what we did before.”

What she and Del did before; Nikolai has only heard the stories. Seth’s touch to his back anchors him, pulls him back from the precipice he teeters on, thinking about the pressure. “I’m ready,” Nikolai says.

He reaches for the sense of Dreaming that’s fixed around Pawel and Chelsea. He can feel the way it trails back out of the room, down the hall and leading to the room with all the infants. But it’s centered upon the two of them here, and as Pawel reaches for Chelsea’s hand, it blooms around Nikolai. He grabs hold and snaps it in place, and the room changes.

Chelsea stands by the door, her hand on the knob and the door half open. She is no longer wreathed in shadows, instead wholly human. Her hospital gown gaps in the back, showing serviceable underwear that she doesn’t seem to care is visible. She holds a pole on wheels in her other hand, a bag handing from it, a slender tube leading to an IV on her arm. Her hair is pulled back, with wisps escaping in tangles around her face, and her skin is pale. “Come on,” she calls out. “I want to see our son.”

Pawel stands there, mouth open slightly. “Chelsea,” he whispers.

“That’s who I am. Hasn’t changed, even though I suppose someone is going to be calling me Mommy soon enough. When he can talk. Not you.” Chelsea lets go of the door to stab a finger in Pawel’s direction.

When he doesn’t move, and the door bangs shut, she grabs her IV stand and moves closer to him. “What is it? Are you afraid of being a father?”

“Look at me,” Pawel whispers. “Look at them, Chelsea.”

Her brow furrows, and she slowly reaches up to thread her fingers through his bangs. She pinches a hair and plucks it, grinning when he makes a face. “Grey hair,” she announces. “You’d think you were the one giving birth, not me.”

She spares a brief glance for Nikolai, gaze drifting to Seth and Carolyn after that. She looks about to say something, but the door swings open behind her, and she turns, hands reaching out for the bassinet on wheels. “Here he is!”

“Do you think she even realizes?” Seth murmurs.

Nikolai shakes his head. “Was it like this with Mattie?”

Carolyn lowers the piece of paper in her hand. “A little. She was stuck at the time when she Emerged, that piece of her in the Dreamscape. Mattie was a little girl. This is the Chelsea that just gave birth, I guess. But Mattie cared that the people she recognized were older and she didn’t know why. Chelsea just doesn’t seem to care that we’re even here.”

“Maybe she just missed Pawel,” Seth points out, as Chelsea grabs Pawel’s hand and pulls him to where the bassinet sits, a ghostly nurse nearby.

“I think we need to go,” Carolyn says. She raises her voice, and Pawel flinches at her loud words. “We can’t stay here. We don’t know what would happen if we stayed too long. You’ll see my room in a minute and when you see it, you have to go into it. And take her with you.” She looks at Nikolai. “You and I are going to leave last, since I have to keep the door open, and you’re in charge of the Dreamscape.”

She focuses intently on the piece of paper in her hand, and the image of her room slowly grows on one side of the room.

Pawel touches Chelsea’s arm, slides his fingers down to take her hand. “I need you to come with me, just for a moment. Please.”

“But what about—”

“He’ll be fine. I promise, you’ll get to see him again.” Pawel’s voice is choked. “Chelsea. Please.”

She smiles as she follows him, stepping into the image of Carolyn’s room, with Seth close behind.

Carolyn holds out one hand, and Nikolai is more than willing to clasp it, creating that contact between them as they walk through together.

Pawel stands in the middle of Carolyn’s room, head bent as he clasps Chelsea to him, one hand cradling the back of her head. He murmurs something Nikolai can’t hear, and Chelsea’s shoulders shake with tears. She’s no longer the pale girl in a hospital gown, nor a woman made of shadows. Instead she’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt that seem all too normal, despite her bare feet and tangled hair.

“We did it,” Seth says, and Pawel glances up, almost as if he’s surprised to see them there.

“We did it,” he confirms. He steps back, his hands on Chelsea’s shoulders. She lowers both hands to press against her stomach, bending forward but not quite doubling over. “Chelsea.” She lifts red-rimmed eyes to look at him, her shoulders still shaking. “About nine years,” he says softly.

A low cry and she pushes close to him again; he wraps his arms around her and holds on tight.

Nikolai doesn’t think they’ll be doing anything other than this any time soon. Chelsea seems to have a loose hold on reality, and he’s not sure how much she remembers.

“Why can’t we just do that for us?” Seth says, gesturing at the door. “Use one of your images and open up a portal back to our house. Our home.”

“I can’t reach your world,” Carolyn reminds him. “I tried to get home that way when we first arrived there, remember? I couldn’t reach here, I couldn’t even reach Kit or Serina. It’s not how it works, for me. Maybe if I’m physically in the Dreamscape, like we just were—”

“Then we go back,” Seth says flatly. “We go back now, and you send us out the other side.”

“It doesn’t work like that,” Nikolai says. He can’t be sure if his hypothesis is exactly right, but it seems to fit all the data he’s seen. “Remember, when we went into the Dreaming during the Ritual, you couldn’t come with us. I fully intended for you to be there as my anchor, and you weren’t.”

“Then why—”

“Because of her soul,” Nikolai says. “That’s been the difference both times that non-Dreamwalkers have gone into the Dreamscape. They’ve been pulled in because there was a Shadowwalker, and that’s part of what they do. But that’s about place and the right person, and it’s not going to happen all the time. I think the only way for us to go home right now is for someone like Mattie or Chelsea to take us. Just like she promised.” Maybe someday Carolyn will have that ability, too, but Nikolai isn’t going to point that out now. He doesn’t want to wait, when Chelsea already promised to take care of them.

He glances at where Pawel still stands, wrapped around Chelsea like a comforting blanket.

“But that’s not going to be right now,” Nikolai says softly. “Why don’t we see if we can get a ride back to the hospital. I don’t think Pawel’s going to be bringing Jackie an update any time soon, so we might as well do it.”

“I can probably get Trish to drive,” Carolyn offers. She pulls open the door and ushers them out. They leave Pawel and Chelsea behind, giving them time to figure out what happens next.

Nikolai sympathizes. He feels like that’s been his whole life, and he’s looking forward to the time when the answer is to just live his life. Soon, he hopes. Soon.

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The night before...

In honour of @alloveroliver event #AllOverKinkTober, a little early, but hey... Who cares!

Day 18: Master/Slave, lapdance, uniform

Ray x Alice x Fenrir

NSFW!!! And I mean NSFW ppl. Smut!!

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Ray stirred...

Groggily he opened his eyes a peep. He thought he was in the living room - it was hard to tell with the light so bright. He groaned. If the pounding in his head was anything to go by, the night before had been a great succes.

Slowly he lifted his head from the back of the sofa. Fenrir was next to him, about an arms length away and there head draped on his shoulder, in between, them lay Alice. A naked Alice. Well she had Fen's gloves on her hands and his own tie around her waist, but that was about it.

His cape, used as a blanket, had slid down to her hips, revealing smooth pale skin and a curvy figure. Flashes of last night danced in his mind's eye as he glanced over her breasts - stopping to stare at her nipples.

Those nipples.... the nipples he ran his tongue over, sucked into his mouth, pinched between his lips and even bit lightly to coax the little moans out of her he'd craved to hear so much.

Fen had been working under the same principle, as he was behind her, arm curled around her hip so he could use his skilled trigger finger to work on her clit. God only knows what he was doing with the other.

It had all started with a mini party...

Luka had been invited by a top chef to come and learn from him for a day or 2 at his country side restaurant. Sirius was traveling to some plant exhibit that lasted all weekend and Seth was on a top secret mission which would take him away for about a week.

That left just the three of them... And a marvelous excuse to party. They had decided on a cocktails and uniform party. Fenrir came up with that one - of course. With prizes for both the best cocktail and best uniform.

Alice had won the latter hands down when she rocked up in a black army skirt - that barely covered her bum - and high leather boots. A crisp white shirt, hat and suspenders finished her look.

It trashed his bare-chested straps and cape look and even Fen's holsters and underpants only get up failed to compare. Well it might have, were it not for the fact that after her third Chase the Ace cocktail they had just invented, Alice dropped her hat.

She dropped her hat, and without thought, turned round and bent over to picked it up. That was the moment they discovered how kinky Alice actually was. A quick glance at his buddy confirmed he was not imagining things. Alice wasn't wearing any knickers.

Even now - thinking back on it - made Ray's lips curve into an appreciative smile. He looked at the sleeping girl next to him and traced a finger over her skin, sliding it over her nipple and down to her tummy. He grabbed the edge of his cape and pulled it back over her as a blanket.

The sight of Alice going commando spurred Fenrir on to challenge her to a game of Truth or Dare. Which resulted in a pretty memorable lapdance...

"A lap dance?" Alice paused for a moment, considering the dare. She'd never done such a thing. Then she shrugged and simply exclaimed "okay". She took a big gulp from her glass and slowly approached Fenrir.

Her hips where swaying as she walked over to them. A hand went onto Fen's shoulder as she gave him a little smile - half shy, half erotic. Next she straddled him and gyrated her pelvis seductively. Ray felt mesmerized by the whole affair.

Fenrir couldn't resist any longer and stroked her ass. First gently but soon rougher, kneading bit, making her skirt move up - giving them glimpses of skin.

He could feel his eyebrows raise almost into his hairline and he shot his Ace a look. Fen smirked and shook his head slightly. To which his only reaction could be an affirmative nod.

A whole conversation was held between them in those few gesture. Thinking about it now it was probably along the lines of:

'Whaaaat?! The hell. Wow Fen, look at that.'

'I know. Shiiiit... but don't diss it mate. In fact this is an invitation if there ever was one. Men I fancied her for ages... I'm gonna go for it.'

'Yeah... Good plan.'

That is when he gave Alice's hat a flick from the back. Her reaction was the same as before. Without thinking she bent down to grab it, exposing herself yet again. But this time Fenrir was ready.

Straight away he had his face on her exposed pussy. Tongue sweeping up and then pushing in. Hands on her hips to steady her. Alice gave a little yelp and then basically purred as he lapped at her folds.

Ray felt himself grow hard. Her little moans, Fen's face half covered in her juices, his fingers digging into her hips as his tongue did his magic... It was quite a sight. He gave his d*ck a little squeeze - his trousers started to feel uncomfortable.

"Oh, oh Fen- rir.. I.. I ..."

Alice wobbled on her legs, making the Ace of Spades pause and look up. He noticed Ray's predicament and smirked in that typical over the top way when he had a brilliant - but stupid - plan.

"Alice", he said whilst giving her ass cheek a few small pecks, "look at poor Ray. Come on girl, help him out will ya? Use that lovely little mouth... Yeah?"

And with that her twisted her round to face him, and indicated to the now substantial bulge straining in his pants.

"Ray! Unbuckle Buddy!"

He did as asked and lifted out his d*ck, the head was slightly red and he ran his fingers over it. The holding it steady in his hand he unconsciously shot Alice a commanding look.

She obeyed and let herself fall forward. Hands resting on either side of his hips, she bent down and licked the tip. A shiver ran through him.

"Good girl. Did you see that look he gave from just that one little lick, babe? Look him in the eyes and do it again." Fenrir said, as he stood up behind her and stroked his thumbs over her folds, pulling her open a bit.

Alice repeated her movement and licked around the head, keeping her gaze on him - before sliding him slowly into her wet, hot mouth. He groaned. It felt so good.

"That's it Alice. Did you hear that. You're such a good girl. Giving the King pleasure like that."

Spurred on by Fen's words she started sucking him in earnest. Her tongue playing, twirling around his shaft. She closed her eyes and moaned in delight. Ray grabbed her hair and held her head a moment as he pumped into her mouth.

"Haha. You like that Buddy? Can't blame ya. She's doing an excellent job. Think she deserves a reward?"

"Yeah!" Was all he managed in reply. But it was all Fenrir needed. The Ace undressed himself - taking only seconds - then he stepped back and lined up his solid wood with her dripping pussy.

"Ready babes?"

Alice took her lips away from his d*ck, a dreamy, sexy look on her face as she nodded and tried to form words. Ray, normally so relaxed and cool, felt the irresistible urge to kiss her. So he did.

Whilst Fen slowly pushed his c*ck into her from behind he stole her lips. Licking his tongue over her mouth until she let him in. Then as Fen paused as he levelled out, he swirled his tongue over hers slowly, leisurely. Tasting her deeply. Demanding she pay attention to him, even whilst his best buddy started to f*ck her.

When the kiss ended, he bent her back down over his d*ck. Staying up on his knees he flicked his hips as he held her head. Looking up he saw Fen working up a sweat as he pumped into Alice a frown of concentration on his face whilst he observed what he was doing to her.

A moment later the Ace looked up, when he met Rays eyes a smirked formed on his lips as his hands tightened around her waist, pulling her onto his shaft even harder. Ray felt his d*ck twitch in her mouth.

Fenrir became rougher and with each slam he pushed Rays d*ck further down Alice's throat. Ray felt his balls pull, a shiver ran through him. His buddy noticed as his eyes said only one thing.

"Ready?"

With a quick nod to Fenrir he let go. The tightness left him as he ejaculated into her ready mouth. He could hear Fenrir come undone at the same time and Alice unravelled before him as well. Her body convulsing between them.

She was held up only by their hold on her. Ray pulled out, giving her a chance to breathe properly. Fenrir too was gulping for air. After the Ace pulled out he dropped onto the sofa, throwing an arm around Alice and pulling her down with him into his lap for a cuddle.

Ray sat back on his hunches, chest moving up and down rapidly, his heart rate high - although slowing now. He looked at Alice, so close by. She noticed and lifted her lovely face to him a little shy smile playing on her lips.

Then she reached out her hand and ran a finger over his spent d*ck, almost instantly bringing it back to life. A tired, but satisfied smile came to her lips.

"Your turn Ray!"

Part 2 to follow.. if it works out. I'm halfway through 😉

#alloverkinktober #alloveroliver #ikerev fenrir #ikerev #ikerev ray #ikerev alice

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monicalorandavis · 5 years

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I was an intern at Comedy Central and it mostly sucked

File this under the category of “Who Cares?”

Everybody knows interns (at basically every company) are treated like shit. They are used strictly for running errands and little else. It was likely that a TV network should follow suit. To no one’s surprise, Comedy Central treated interns like shit. I was. The interns around me were. I didn’t really think anything of it at the time. I had so little work experience and I was so grateful for the opportunity that I figured it was part of the process of getting to where you wanted to be. It wasn’t until I ran into Joe, an assistant (who had particularly made my life hell) at a party a few years later that I even thought about how mean he had been to me. I wanted to let it go. But he had been really fucking mean and it stung to think about. He wasn’t alone. It was actually a whole group of assistants who I’d felt had humiliated me. I remember going to lunch at the same time the assistants were leaving for lunch. They caught the elevator and I had asked to join, trailing just a step behind them. Joe barked “No”, closed the elevator doors in my face and I heard them all laughing at me on the way down. I stared at the closed doors, shocked. Never in my life had I been treated like such a loser. I was in a fucking teen movie being bullied by complete pricks. And the worst part was, these people were definitely the kids who’d been bullied.

I caught the next elevator and when I arrived on the ground level, they were waiting for me. They didn’t say anything. They looked guilty like they’d realized they’d been mean to an intern who would likely say something to someone in HR and decided to extend me the kindness of waiting for me. Only I didn’t want them to wait for me and I would never say anything. Unlike them, I didn’t like making people feel like shit. We walked to get salads in silence. They resumed their conversation but I paid and left before them. It was so weird after that. For like a day. And then, it started all over again.

There were exceptions during that time and I would like to name them and give them all their credit. Tony, one of the early writer/producers of Workaholics (a gig he got during my time there), was fabulously kind to me. He never made me feel lame or stupid and I was sad to see him go even though I knew writing was his goal. Walter was nice. Gary was nice. Seth. But I have forgotten many people’s names and you’ll forgive me as this was almost a decade ago. That time exists in a haze. I was living downtown with two of my girlfriends in a loft apartment that didn’t have walls. I had no bedroom. Just an upstairs “room” with a bathroom with a toilet but no shower. I paid $500 a month for a glorified port-a-potty and thus, acted like a degenerate. Every night, I either smoked weed until I fell asleep or scoured the streets for a cute boy to spend the night with. It was during that time that I was lucky enough to get an internship at a company that could change the course of my life - Comedy Central. It was a gift to work there and I knew it. I didn’t have any Hollywood connections.This was it. I would take it seriously, I promised myself. So, I did.

Comedy Central used to be the mecca. Before Tosh.0 and Jim Jefferies, it was the home of Chappelle’s Show. I am not exaggerating when I tell you this: that show changed the whole goddamn world and I was no exception. it changed me. It was the blueprint. Comedy could be brutal on white people. It could get real and gross and political and stupid all at the same time. Comedy nerds like me ate it up.

Dave Chappelle’s two season masterpiece of a show infected college campuses in 2004 when it was released on DVD. That was the year I started college. By happenstance, I was part of the DVD revolution. We would crowd into each other’s dorm rooms and cry laughing and then watch the same episode again. It caught fire. Dave Chappelle bridged the gap between black and white, famous and normal while still keeping himself removed from the whole thing, aloof - distinguished...better than us. His skewering of racism was a glass through which we could see in fact, we were all participants in the same system albeit on other sides.

So, Chappelle’s Show was important to me. I wanted to work at a place that had created art. I would try to shine there and let my own ideas blossom into projects.

But in spite of my eagerness, I was aware at the time (as we all were) that Comedy Central had paid Dave Chappelle $50 million for a third season but instead of delivering, he walked off set and fled to Africa. This was the story we were told. This was before Twitter and Instagram. The internet swirled with rumors that he had gone crazy and was going to live in Africa forever. He had abandoned Hollywood for good.

But the whole thing stank of racism, buried just underneath the surface. Why was Chappelle suddenly crazy when he didn’t want a huge sum of money? Yes, that’s a huge sum of money but deep down I thought, those people are trying to exploit him. Intuitively I felt like Chappelle knew he was part of a bigger racial-bridging that was allowing white people access to private areas of black culture. He had invited fans to shout famous lines back at him. Lines that Chappelle himself and other black actors had killed with. But, lines that white fans should never say. They were insensitive to the privilege shared by black people to communicate to other black people. White people want to say the n-word and it’s not theirs to say. It’s a truth other black comedians have shared.

When Chris Rock was caught in conversations with racists who relayed his “niggers versus black people” bit back to him he retired it permanently. The price of being an honest black comedian in this country is that white people can retell your insider information as intel. White people who would otherwise have no interaction with black people now has an arsenal of information. They have evidence that was not acquired through firsthand experience. They have heard the inner monologue of black America and instead of fixing racial injustice, they are repeating their favorite lines. And in spite of all of that, in spite of all the drama between Comedy Central and Dave Chappelle, in spite of the racial implications the media had thrown around, I got a job as an intern in hopes just being in the same office that created Chappelle’s Show could imbue me with some genius or good fortune.

It didn’t.

It was whack. There were like 40 of us on a rotating schedule where three of us would work certain days together and then another three would work another group of days and sometimes you would see other interns on your day because they couldn’t come in on their regular day. Since there were so many interns doing the work that one capable assistant could perform we were all basically twiddling our thumbs, trying to look useful and eager. Some interns dazzled executives with their epic notes on scripts, replete with a solid three act structure and relevant examples, figures, marketing suggestions. Others buried their noses up anyone’s ass who lingered near them long enough, offering to get coffee, lunch, snacks, dry cleaning, children from daycare, gifts for spouses, you name it. I employed none of these strategies. I scoped the most eligible bachelors and tried to dazzle them with my charms. The married ones would have been the smarter bet. Married men are more willing to go out on a limb for a cute, inexperienced graduate with a lot to prove. They won’t cheat but they like feeling important to women still so they’ll toss around bread crumbs. The single ones are still so obsessed with themselves that they can’t see far enough past their noses to help. I was vying for the attention of one executive I was sure would marry me, given I had enough alone time with him in the kitchen, when I learned he was getting engaged. It was devastating. Of course I would choose to be in love with someone just about to propose.

It dawned on me that marrying your way into the entertainment business was sort of gross and I was at Comedy Central to make a name for myself. Meaning, I should make it for myself. Not rely on somebody else giving me a handout. I had to go out and earn my job. Unfortunately, it seemed that only a few at Comedy Central had actually earned their job from sheer hard work. Most people had arrived there from a combination of knowing someone and favors and white privilege that is the winningest cocktail of all time. But, even they didn’t really like their jobs. It made no sense. The ones with the worst attitudes, who were the most lazy, cranky, emotionally unhinged seemed to know the most people. And they hated everything and everyone.

Below them, were us, the interns. And to my chagrin, I’d been wasting entire weeks of time pining over some man who’d hardly noticed me while these nerds were working their asses off. I was light years behind and frankly, unwilling to break my back for a job that didn’t seem like it would ever come my way. I was this sore thumb. I felt like a step sister and everyone else was The Brady Bunch. Primarily, I looked very different than everyone there. I wore ripped jeans and had tattoos and listened to hip hop. Wearing hoop earrings to work basically identified me as a member of the Crips. These people were so white and goofy that the only person of color they’d managed to hire had gone to private school their entire lives.

This sounds bratty already and I swear to God, I am not an ungrateful asshole. I am writing this to say that the experience crushed me a little bit. I left the internship at the end of the summer with no interest in staying in touch with anyone. With the exception of running into Joe at a party, I’ve run into one girl, Sarah, at my exercise class. I reveled when she feigned confusion when I asked if she’d remembered me from Comedy Central three years prior. I thought to myself, “I’m about to ruin this bitch’s day” and I’d like to think that her trembling, noodle-like legs during my class were some karmic retribution for her unkindness.

Besides that, I have no ill feelings towards anyone presently. To be fair, the assistants were only a year or two older than me at the time and wielding an unnatural amount of power. They did not handle power well. Not many do.

#comedy central #dave chappelle #workaholics #comedy #intern #2000s blog

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imbumkyung · 5 years

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I Saw It In A Movie One Time (ch 6) - Digging

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 7

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Kai whispered to herself. One glance out the window and she knew— it was obvious. The Cullens got the wolves involved in the situation and now they were guarding her outside her store. She didn’t recall their faces from the movies, but the tattoos spoke loudly enough.

“I swear. They’re just trying to show off at this point,” she thought. Anyone in the real world who saw this would probably agree. One was in a gray tank and the other in a T-shirt with the sleeves cut off, exposing the mark on their upper arm.

Kai formulated a plan to get them away. Luckily, there was no one in the store and by the looks of the parking lot and the cars that drove by— or lack thereof— nobody would be coming in anytime soon. She pushed the door open with her two hands and looked up at the two of them who were a whole foot taller and two inches or more taller than her.

“Boys, if you aren’t planning on purchasing anything I’m gonna have to ask you to leave the storefront and our parking lot. Sorry,” she said, avoiding eye contact by looking past them or at the floor, then turned right on her heel back into the store before they could say anything to her. But she heard a “sorry” on her way inside.

Paul and Seth stared at her until she was inside, thinking the exact same thing— though Pauls’ expression gave it away too easy, “dude. She’s short,” he snickered.

Seth’s eyes moved from the entrance door to his pack mates’, “yeah say it louder I don’t think she heard you. Let’s go before she calls someone else to chase us away,” he advised his superior with a light push to his shoulder.

The two ran off into the woods and phased. Two hours had passed anyways and she happened to only catch them five minutes before they were to switch off with Embry and Jacob.

“She’s still there?” Embry asked through his thoughts

Seth let out a huff, “Yeah, but she saw us and told us we can’t stand outside the store,” he explained

“We’ll just stay in the woods in this form,” Jacob decided for himself and for Embry. With a nod, all four wolves went on their way.

Seth didn’t mind that this was the only thing Sam would let him do. Since he became a wolf, Sam would only allow him to stay home and study. No wolf duties. He remembered the girl they had to protect, and reminded himself to do a good job so Sam would possibly allow him to take on some more exciting wolf duties, All the while Kai’s face lingered in the back of his mind.

“Got a crush or something?” Paul teased Seth, nudging him a little bit.

“No! I’m just... reflecting. I wanna do good I mean— when’s Sam gonna let me do all the wolf stuff next?” Seth defended

Paul gave him nothing more than a huff in disbelief. It was normal for an 18 year old to have a crush but the whole world know how shy Seth could be

Kai almost felt bad for having to tell the two shapeshifters to leave, but she knew that in the movies, none of this happened. Her blood boiled in frustration at Edward who didn’t listen to her pleas. For the next hour she stood behind the counter, occasionally looking outside for any other suspicious activity that might involve the wolves. Other than that, she pretended to scan the store every once in a while— though it was pointless because there were usually no more than five to ten customers at a time.

The three-hour shift that seemed to stop the clock every time had finally ended. Kai walked urgently to her car leaving no time for conversation if anyone was going to try to stop her.

—

Kai managed to avoid them for the rest of the week, until Saturday. Her heart had been racing at the thought of Victoria coming around like Edward warned her. Still, she payed no mind to it and went to work anyway. She figured the wolves would be keeping watch anyway.

It was 1:30 p.m. and as soon as Kai opened the door to leave, with a few huffs of frustration because she forgot item after item, remembering each one as she was just about to leave. Finally, after checking and double checking for everything she opened the door. There stood Alice unexpectedly. Her heart stopped and she let out a yelp.

“I’m so sorry!” Alice apologized, her hands out to help her— only she didn’t know how so she could only watch as Kai recollected herself

Kai put a hand over her chest and looked up at Alice, clearly trying to get her heart back to normal, “Do you need something?”

“I need you to stay at home,” she said brightly, extending the “I” in her sentence.

“Yeah, not happening. I need to pay the electricity bill and 18 hours this week isn’t gonna cut it. So, if you’ll excuse me,” she said, trying to push past her. That’s when something clicked in Alice’s head.

“Do you know who I am?” She asked her, curious to see just how much this girl knew. This was their first meeting, after all, and it seemed Kai already had an idea that Alice’s appearance was related to Edward somehow.

“Uh... yeah you’re Christina,” Kai lied. Of course she knew who Alice was but she wasn’t actually planning on telling her. She’s not even supposed to be talking to these people.

Alice rolled her eyes, “I think you’re thinking of someone else,” she countered, “I’m Alice.”

“And I’mma be late for work. Excuse me,” Kai attempted to push past her once again.

“I called your boss and told him you were sick,” Alice said, trying to keep her home once more, “We really don’t want you to be in danger. We know Victoria’s coming and so do you,” she said, her tone switching to one of urgency.

“My boss is gonna be glad to see me,” she pushed with all of her force past alice, “not sick, and doing just fine,” she stalked to her car and drove quickly.

Alice sighed, “she’s stubborn,” she thought.

Victoria snarled upon the scent of Kai. It was a bitter taste to her that a small, meekly little human could do so much to infiltrate her mind. It drove her absolutely mad. The best part of the game to her was when people would ask, “who are you? What do you want?”. But when Kai whispered Victoria’s name— it was sickening to her.

Victoria crept through the woods just across the street where she caught sight of Kai.

“pity,” she thought.

Kai was beautiful with golden tan skin, raven black and tinted indigo hair, freckles adorned her face especially around her nose and underneath her eyes. Vampires were known to be beautiful, and Victoria felt almost envious of the life Kai carried through her irises.

She planned to make this quick. Use her inhuman speed to take Kai, drag her right back out into the woods then kill her for a meal. She took a step that unfortunately for her landed on a twig with a snap. Her eyes flicked to the left and instantly was met with a giant merciless claws of the shapeshifter. She took off running across the treaty line where the Cullens were waiting.

“Are you sure this is where you saw her?” Carlisle asked Alice.

“She probably would’ve been here by now if Kai stayed home,” Rosalie hissed. Everyone stood patiently, undoubtedly trusting Alice.

“She’s near,” Alice said.

“On your left!” She directed.

The chase was on. Carlisle and Jasper made a start for Victoria, each coming so close to catching her but she escaped every time. Even as she hopped over to the wolves’ territory, she was able to escape every time. Emmett risked it all to catch her by jumping off his land and into theirs, and was violently blocked by Paul. The tensions between the two sworn mortal enemies were high enough for Victoria to make a satisfying escape.

Kai pulled into the driveway after one hell of a shift. She shut her eyes and lolled her head back in furstration upon seeing Edward and Alice in front of her house, “If I see you outside of my house ever again, I’m calling the police. Or jumping off a bridge. Honestly, I don’t know but please,” she begged desperately, “just leave me alone!”

She just got back from an exhausting six-hour shift at work, her shitty manager had a bone to pick with her every move, and more than five irritated customers angry at her for just doing her job.

Alice felt sympathetic toward Kai. It was obvious how tired she was. Edward grimaced as well, hearing her thoughts reflecting on the events at work. But he had to do what he had to do.

“We can’t do that—” Edward began.

“Don’t!” She exclaimed, palms toward Edward to stop him, “Please don’t. I’m fine, see? Victoria didn’t get to me,”

“The wolves stopped her,” Alice explained.

Kai let out an exasperated sigh. They were getting involved in her life and she was in theirs. At this point, there was no coming back from it.

“Fine. What are you here for?” She asked, defeated. She unlocked the door to her house and the duo followed her in.

“I just—,” Edward stopped himself, collecting his thoughts, “We wanted to know you were okay,”

“Shouldn’t you be worried about Bella? Where is she anyway?” Kai shot back.

“You know Bella?” Alice asked, but it came out as more of a statement.

Kaileia cursed to herself and chose not to answer her. Dammit.

“You can clearly see that I’m okay,” she offered to Edward, “if that’s all you needed, I’m sure you know where the door is—”

“I’d like to know how you know everything,” Alice interjected with a small smile, “Its just— Edward said you knew about him being a vampire and how he reads minds. When I came to the door the other day, you acted like we’d met before. And you know about Bellas’ and Edwards’ relationship,” she explained with a light voice. Kai almost felt bad that she couldn’t tell them anything and took this as her cue to start yelling in her head so that Edward couldn’t read anything.

“I can’t tell you that,” she stated bluntly.

Alice ducked her head, still giving her effort into finding out, “can you tell us when or how you got here?”

Kai shook her head, “No.”

Alice sighed. She was starting to feel the defeat that Edward did.

Edward stood, “is there anything that you can tell us?” He asked her

“Only what I told you before, that talking to me any longer than you are right now could cost lives,” Kai explained imperatively, “I really think you guys should go,” she pleaded, desperation all across her face.

Alice sighed, “whatever you were trying to avoid— it’s here. It’s now. You can’t keep running from us I mean,” she shrugged, “I know you didn’t mean to, but you drew us in. I’m sure you knew the wolves and that’s why you kicked them out of the store, didn’t you?”

Kai nodded. In her head, she was debating on whether or not it would be good to tell them the truth. The pros and cons sorted themselves out in their heads.

“I kicked them out because they were soliciting,” she lied.

“It’s a public area,” Edward countered.

“ ‘Kay well they were annoying me,” she finished.

The three of them stayed silent. “You’re not gonna leave till you get whatever it is you want, are you?” Kai asked

“I’m not. I’m actually supposed to stand watch for you— you’re welcome,” she said with a smile.

Kai shook her head, eyes half-closed in annoyance, “I didn’t asked to be stalked.”

“You didn’t have to,” Edward smirked.

“You ever get tired of being a shithead?” Kai asked, half joking. She didn’t know what clicked, but some...(in)human contact that wasn’t her boss was refreshing in a way. After all, she avoided every single person with every single conversation since she woke up in Forks seven months ago.

Edward let out a small laugh, “I have too much time to ever be tired.”

Kai’s expression dropped, “you can’t be sure of that anymore.”

Edward and Alice looked to each other questionably. When they attempted to ask her to explain, she waved them off or chose not to answer. The two eventually gave up on questions and invited her to dinner instead, to which she rejected.

Alice was getting desperate, “Well it’s either you come to us tomorrow night, or we come to you,” she proposed, a smirk on her face upon seeing Kai’s visible defeat, “you choose.”

“Alice. You don’t understand what you’re doing,” she was begging them to stop their advances. It was worrying her how involved she’s become.

“Then help us to,” she replied

“I can’t.”

“Then we’ll have to help ourselves,” Alice said, “Will we see you tomorrow?”

Kai was beginning to feel discouraged. There was so much more at stake than Alice realized. Edward stayed silent for most of the conversation, trying to find loopholes in Kai’s mind that could give him some answers but— nothing. He drew in a sharp breath as her thoughts seemed to cease to exist. There was nothing. Edward couldn’t hear anything from her.

“What was that?” he asked Kai, still in shock

“What was what?” She asked him

He looked up at her, his eyes wide, “I can’t hear your thoughts, only Alices’”

Kai’s eyes widened. Things were starting to change just through the conversation they were having. She shook her head fearfully, “You two really need to go. It’s getting dangerous.”

“I’ll be here to pick you up tomorrow at 7. Don’t be late,” Alice said. With that, the two left her house and Kai stood alone in her kitchen.

Did that change something? Edward can’t hear her thoughts. What’s next? The wolves don’t shift? Alice doesn’t see the future? Holy shit.

She continued to stand in the kitchen, cup of water in hand. She did nothing, just stared. Her thoughts ran faster than they ever had in her life and a tear rolled down her cheek out of fear. Things were changing and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Edward and Alice went home puzzled, “May— maybe we shouldn’t be involved,” Edward proposed.

“What do you mean?” Alice asked.

“She keeps on emphasizing that it could mean life and death if we keep talking to her and I mean—” he shook his head in disbelief, “It’s proven. I stopped hearing her thoughts.”

Whoop whoop heres ch 6 i think i’ll have ch 7 up tonight as well^^

Tags: @sunflowerspectre @rosalies-hale @coffees-and-constellations

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mayphoenix · 5 years

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...with Long Intervals Of Horrible Sanity turned 9 today! Wow -- nine years! Where has the time gone? I should give an update. My life has taken on great changes. I am still living in the same apartment, still going through the same battles with housing and food assistance (they cut the latter and I’m getting $100/mo to buy groceries). My eldest cat has renal failure and pancreatitis and I have no idea how much longer he will be with me, so I am cherishing every day. Not to be outdone, two other cats decided they needed to have costly trips to the vet, one with a middle ear infection brought on by food allergy, which I’m now treating at home, and another who had to have all but four of her teeth extracted. I had to put my ghostwriting on hold for fear of losing rent assistance -- back in 2017, I was told it didn’t count as “regular” income, but then in 2018 I got a new caseworker who said all income counts, but now I’m back to the previous caseworker and she refuses to return my calls or answer my emails, and calling the main number is useless because it routes directly to a voicemail box that’s always full. Back in November 2017, I received Kona, a 2002 Subaru Impreza Sport from a friend who could no longer drive (medically). She knew I needed a car, so she just gave it to me. Original owner, she had put 38K miles on this vehicle. Mechanics everywhere have said, “That car will outlive you!” Yeah, well...unfortunately, this particular make/model/year of Subaru comes with what one website calls The Dreaded Head Gasket Problem. It is inevitable, and last winter I noticed a lot of odd-smelling exhaust coming from Kona that smelled of burning coolant. I had the radiator and thermostat replaced, and was told there was a leak somewhere. A few months ago, another mechanic found this tiny leak. I am told I can still drive as long as I watch the coolant level and temp gauge, and what to do if she overheats. Meanwhile, the Check Engine light is on because the O2 sensor has gone out, and now there is a squealing sound which I know means a bad belt somewhere. And the brakes are getting soft, too. I was quoted over $1800 for the head gasket repair and O2 sensor which entails taking out the engine, fixing it, and putting it back in. I’ve already had to replace two tires (and on an AWD, you have to have all tires matching -- come to find out, they have discontinued this tire so I got two of the last new ones in existence). This “free” car has already required over $1000 in work. And it’s all I’ve got so I have to do what I can to make sure she keeps going. Now, I don’t know if I’ve talked about this, before, but I do have a spiritual side to me. It’s not conventional by any means. I don’t subscribe to any one religion. But I always knew I was a natural healer (laying on of hands, energy work) and came from a long line of witches (going back to my Pictish ancestors and Native American roots; my great-great-grandfather was a medicine man). I used to do this for as long as I can remember, drawn to people in pain and using something inside me to take it away and make them better. I never knew there was a name for it, until one day someone saw me working on a friend’s migraine and asked, “Where did you learn Reiki?” My reply was, “What’s ‘Reiki?’” I had a very dark period in my life about 15 years or so ago where I shut down, though, withdrew into myself, because I was so depressed and suffering from undiagnosed PTSD and anxiety/panic disorder. I was so afraid I would pass my sickness on to someone else, so I stopped healing. Following the end of my marriage in 2010 and being on my own for the first time in my life, I went through several surgeries and was put on different medications for various ailments, some of which nearly killed me. I also had a few TIAs (mini-strokes). The only thing keeping me from ending my life was knowing my cats needed me around to care for them. Also, I found out my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s but then six months later during a follow-up, the doctors at U of M Ann Arbor said, “It’s not Alzheimer’s, we don’t know what it is.” (Note: based on her behavior, it may be Vascular Dementia but that can’t be diagnosed until after death -- so for now, we just know it’s dementia.) And then right before Christmas 2017, I got fed up with the repeating cycle of being used and abused by my sister, prompting me to cut ties with her, and my eldest niece told me to go fuck myself, leaving me pretty much on my own. Well, Life has a way of making things fall into place whether you like it or not. After all the shit I was going through with the TIAs and getting my cholesterol under control (I’ve put myself on a low-carb diet), my chiropractor told me out of the blue, “You should go into Reiki.” Damn, there’s that word, again... He said there was a guy named Adam, a massage therapist and Reiki Master, who rented space from him twice a week; I should talk to him. Well, Adam was never in when I would go for my appointments. One day, my friend Keith who volunteers at the local Gilda’s Club said I should look into their free workshops for yoga, meditation, and tai chi. I figured this might be good to help with my stress levels, at the very least, so I checked their calendar -- and there was someone offering free Reiki at the end of the month. I went in and immediately felt something happen, just being in the room with this woman. It was like being inside a Tesla coil. I began telling her things -- about her, like her childhood, etc, that she confirmed. And I began to cry. Not out of sadness but release. She said when I walked into the room I had an entourage of spirits with me -- guides, angels, light beings -- more than she’d ever seen, before. She got me on the table and while she never once actually touched me, I could feel pain, like she was physically pulling on me. What she was doing was pulling things out of me. She found his large cord attached at my solar plexus chakra and said, “You are attached to past trauma.” Oh, yes...yes, indeed. I told her to cut the cord and I felt it. It made me cry out, it hurt so much, but then afterward...I felt different. Something had changed. A week or so later, I went to my next chiropractic appointment, and when I stepped out of the exam room, I turned and saw this young man standing in the hall, looking right at me. I just stopped and said, “You’re Adam.” He said yes. “You’re a Reiki Master.” He said yes. “We need to talk,” I said. And he showed me into his room, where we spent an hour talking. I noticed he seemed nervous. He said, “I’m always nervous in the presence of a great healer.” Who, me? He said he could ‘feel’ my energy. He then recommended I go to Jodi, the Reiki Master who taught him. I found her place of business online and saw that they did monthly “Open Reiki Shares” where people just get together and work on each other in a group, for free. One of these sessions was coming up. I decided to go and see what it was about. What happened that day...it was incredible. Not only was I healing but I was tapping into the minds of these other people, seeing what they were seeing. Then they got me on the table and the Master seated at my head began to shake. She said, “You’re not an Old Soul -- you’re ancient, and you come from a place across the universe.” Well, I already knew that...but no one else had ever acknowledged it, until that moment. Someone picked up on the fact that I’m a writer, and then another Master said, “She is a Storyteller, and she is going to help others with her words.” Cryptic! They also said they saw a mass of spirits around me, and one of them said that there was a guide who had yet to reveal itself to me but would do so soon. I signed up that day to take Jodi’s Reiki I & II course. When the time came, I found myself learning things I already knew, things I already did, and I understood after all these years why people thought I knew Reiki -- because I had been doing it, all along. Even my chiropractor, who is an empath and a healer, sensed it in me. During the attunement, as I had my eyes closed, I “saw” a dragon look down over my head at me while Jodi was behind me. I had been told she had a Dragon guide, so I figured that was him. I even looked up and said, “Hello!” I cannot begin to describe how it felt to be attuned, and how I have felt ever since. I called my friend Seth, a massage therapist and a powerful healer in her own right who is studying shamanism, and she said it sounded like I was tripping. I was seeing everything in such sharp focus, hearing things, aware on so many levels. Jodi had asked me if I experienced anything during the attunement and I mentioned seeing her dragon. She just grinned and said no, he was my Dragon. Now, please note: in the late 90′s, I attended a drumming circle class where we all went on an inner journey to meet different spirit guides, and the one that appeared to me was a Phoenix. Back then, I figured he represented that part of me that was always getting burned up and somehow rising from the ashes. I even got a tattoo of the bird on my back. Well, now I have a Phoenix and a Dragon -- in Chinese, these are the balance of Yin and Yang. Coincidentally, my first tattoo was a yin-yang, and one of the first rings I ever bought was a yin-yang with the OM symbol on either side. It would also explain why, after being attuned, I had a sudden craving for Chinese food... I have since learned the purpose of these guides. The Phoenix is used in long-distance healing when I send Reiki out to others, and the Dragon protects me while I do my work. He will also “encase” me or other people in eggs of protection. The Phoenix takes his duties very seriously, while the Dragon...is a bit of a diva. He’s also a shape-shifter because I’ve seen him in full reptilian form and in human form with wings. I have many other animal totems but these two are connected to my healing abilities and now that I’ve come back to that aspect of who I am, I find that they represent the dual sides of me -- Two-Spirit. The Phoenix is still me as I reinvent myself, refusing to be destroyed. I used to be so timid and when I screamed in anger I sounded like a wounded animal; now when I’m angry, my Dragon roars through me, refusing to take shit from anyone. Life has changed for me so much since this all happened. We are in a time of Awakening and Transition, and I’m seeing it all around me even as I, myself, am going through it. I have people asking for my help -- “Please send me Reiki!” from all over. And I do. I’ve been using it on my cats. I’ve used it on myself. It’s incredible. I have been changing the vibration in my home, making it brighter, more colorful, inspirational. I have been finding old jewelry and wearing it (that’s the Dragon, show-off that he is with his bling!). I have been pushing myself out of my comfort zone and spending more time at Gilda’s, where I hope to offer free Reiki once a month to those who need it. I am also hoping to get a portable massage table so I can do Reiki housecalls. I’ve even joined a local group of professional writers that gets together once a month. I have started to wean off of one of my medications (Klonopin) which has been rough but I knew I had to stop when I began to notice an occurrence of bad side effects and found that it could do a lot of long-term damage to other parts of my body. I am doing meditation, now, which helps. I am also preparing to set up a Patreon in order to fund my writing so I can get my first novel out -- somewhat autobiographical, it has been years in the works and deals with surviving narcissists and finding one’s path in life, it’s called The Dragon in the Garden. (I came up with the title ages ago; little did I know...) I have a sequel plotted, and then another book set in New Orleans with different characters. All of these are mine, not ghostwritten, but I can’t use my own name because two other authors have published under variations, so I’ve come up with something else that will serve. Bit by bit, things are falling into place. But you know the most important part of all of this? I am not stressing out, anymore. I have decided to live in the moment, and see anything ahead of me is positive. Yes, I am concerned about the state of the planet, about the children in concentration camps, about the madman running the country...I am aware. My head is not in the sand nor in the stars. I remain a realist. But I can do that and focus my energy on making things happen for the better. I am being the change I wish to see in the world. I am putting out what I want to receive; instead of calling negativity to me, I am sending out positive energy. I cannot deny the results, the changes that have happened since I started to do this. It’s good. Very good. Recently, I volunteered to make a journey to Mississippi, driving a rental car down to the Gulf of Mexico and back in three days (18 hours driving down, 21 hours driving back), to rescue some kittens that were about to be abandoned and bring them to a local foster group. I saw this as an opportunity to do a Medicine Walk/Spirit Journey. I saw so many signs along the way, received messages, and learned things about myself. I had my eyes opened to people around me, those who would deceive and manipulate. And I had a lot of time to think. I discovered new levels of forgiveness within me, and how to release what is no longer of use or importance. It makes things so much better, so much simpler. I have wasted too many years worrying about stuff and nonsense.

Oh, I still have limitations -- physical and mental. As my Reiki Masters have all told me, every healer is damaged in some way. I envision myself as a work of kintsugi, the Japanese art of putting broken pottery back together with gold. I am not perfect and never will claim to be. But I know that I am One with the Divine, Source, Creator Energy, God/Goddess/All That Is. I am on the right path -- and maybe I always was. I just had to go through some dark and scary places along the way in order to be where I am, now. Namaste!

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Red Typhoon: Ch 6. Looming Epitaph

Halvar was a light sleeper, so he started to wake when Liz rolled over in the bed. True to his word, it was just a night of comforting cuddles. It did make Halvar snicker when Liz talked in her sleep. It was something along the lines of 'stupid horse shit' and 'I didn't burn the toast'. He thought it was absolutely adorable.

Liz was in her p.j's, and rested on his chest. Slowly waking up from just making a rant about 'bloody pirates', she held Halvar close. "You feeling ok?"

"Heh, I'm fine. I don't know about your 'burnt toast' being okay." Halvar snickered.

"Oh shut it." Liz pinched his nose, giving him a peck.

"... you know, I've been doing some thinking." Halvar then suggested to Liz. "When we get back to Uskar, I know it's traditional for the royals to live in the Grand Halls. Though, I also know you like your privacy. Do you want me to build you a new house?"

Liz shrugged. “Is that something you want to do? I know your family cherishes their traditions.”

"They do, but I'm not the firstborn son, so technically, I don't have to follow them." Halvar reminded her. "We could always make our own little world if that's what you want."

“Ok.” A blush crept on Liz as she held onto Halvar. She always felt she should keep pushing her boundaries. “Halvar? Don’t laugh... but can I hold onto your fox tail and brush your fox ears?”

Now, it was Halvar's turn to blush.

"Um... I... I guess you can, but they're sensitive." He let the insinuation hang in the air.

"Maybe... I can give you something in return? Something you've wanted to see for a while?"

"Your butt." Halvar blurted out before he thought and then covered his face with his hands. "Rotar, sorry. It's just that you have such a fantastic ass."

Liz took a few deep breathes. With a shy smile, she nodded. "Ok."

She stood up, turned around, and bending over, slowly dropped her pants for Halvar to look upon her ass. Liz even slowly pulled down part of her panties so he'd get a clearer look at her bare bum, but nothing totally lustful down lower. "I-Is that satisfying?"

"... whoa." Halvar actually started to purr a bit from the view. "So round and like... the color of cinnamon." His hands slowly traveled to her ass, and gave it a squeeze... before just burying his nose between her cheeks, taking a deep sniff of her scent, his exposed fox tail wagging so fast.

Liz gasped, NOT expecting him to push in. She didn't complain though, leaning down ass in the air as Halvar continued to bury his face in. When his tail wagged close, Liz took hold of it, grasping the length of the tail, rubbing the soft fur with her face. "H-halvar."

"YIP!!!" Halvar jumped when Liz suddenly grabbed his tail, turning blood red in the face.

"Y-you ok?" Liz turned to him, getting on her knees, but still holding the tail. Her hands rubbed the length up and down. It was the softest material she ever held.

"Y-Yes, but if you k-keep rubbing it like that then---" Halvar inhaled sharply. "You're going to get a r-reaction!"

"What reaction?" Liz kept rubbing, leaning closer to Halvar, inches away from his lips. "You're very soft Halvar. I love your fur. And you're so cute too."

There was an opportunity to pounce and Halvar did exactly that. With his lips pressed to Liz's, he pinned her on the bed, purring loudly. Already, he was semi erect from her playing with his tail.

Liz kissed him back, moaning. She kept rubbing his tail as they continued to kiss. Oh how she loved kissing him.

"HEY!!!" Corsaire rapped his knuckles on the cabin door where Liz and Halvar were sleeping. "No sex on my ship!"

The young prince was so startled, he fell off the bed with a thud.

Liz screamed as Halvar took her off the bed with her. "W-were just kissing Uncle!" The young Gerudo couldn't stop massaging against Halvar's tail. It was just soooooo soft.

"Kissing, and we all know what that leads to, don't we?" Corsaire said again. "No sex. Keep your hands to yourself."

Snatching his tail back, Halvar blushed darkly.

"We know, Captain Corsaire."

Liz huffed. Others might put up with it, but she wouldn't. Not giving a damn if Halvar looked, she got undressed and into uniform. Quick as she could, she went to confront her Uncle. "Captain Corsaire. I find your lack of trust in me disturbing and completely unjustified."

"... darling, it's the dicks and the hormones I don't trust." Corsaire simply stated. "I was your age once, and I know how it goes."

"Than you mock my lover. Permission to speak freely."

"I'm not mocking anyone, Liz, I'm stating me rules on me ship." Corsaire groaned, not wanting another argument. "You can fuss about it all you want. Once we reach land, I don't care if you two want to do something then. But not on me ship."

"Captain. I've done plenty of thinking, and it's absolutely unacceptable that you've been treating the younger members of this crew like teenagers. For instance, why is my sister still in her room? You haven't even made any attempts to talk things over with her."

"Liz, I'll say this once, and once only," Corsaire was getting tired of hearing this. "You have been on me ship for years now. You know the ropes, you follow the rules, and you're safe. I trust you to do the right thing. You're a wonderful sailor. Your sister, on the other hand, is a loose cannon. She disobeyed my orders, put us in danger, got Revy hurt, and nearly got herself kidnapped. I'll be more than happy to trust her when she shows that she can listen and follow orders." He stated very firmly. "Until Lex wises up, and realizes that she has to listen and think of everyone before she acts."

"She did stop Eltontor from fleeing. Yes, in the long run she got Revy hurt. I know this. But Revy was proud to fight." Liz took a step closer, standing tall. "You're right. Lex is a civilian. But she's just someone who wants to feel love. Love and the respect that comes with it. Being hard on me worked for me, but it can't work for her. And if I might add, you've been on edge for this entire journey. The Captain I know would have never allowed my father to slip into that monster that tried to kill me, let alone let that same monster traumatize him. Bakura still hasn't left his chambers either. I find your command slipping, sir." With a nod, she kept her voice calm and firm. "I think it would be best for everyone, now that Bakura can't help her, you sit down with Lex, and be kind to her. I'm more than certain she's felt enough guilt now to change. Sir."

"The captain you know..." Corsaire's voice was very hard. "Is resulting to old tactics of his pirate days to find your father. Your uncle isn't a knight in shining armor, lassie, he's done things he's not proud of. Your other father knew the risks, and if he can't keep his other damn self under control, that's not my problem. I'm responsible for my men, yet Bakura is responsible for Seth. If you have a problem with my command, then you're free to leave, Elizabeth, yet I'd like you to stay and keep your sister under control. I'm doing my best to hold everything together at the seams where Adda clipped them to pieces." He then added. "I will talk to Lex, though I will not promise everything will be running smooth after this."

Liz's expression grew dark, and she pointed a sharp finger at her Uncle. "Don't. You. Dare. Compare yourself to a pirate. You are not our enemies. We will NOT lower ourselves to Adda and the rest of the monsters that follow her. You go down that road, and she will have already won. With us at each others throats." Liz turned on him without saying another word, returning to her cabin.

"Goddess damn women... where's my spitfire to handle these girls when I need her?" Corsaire muttered under his breath. "Ain't no damn babysitter." Grumbling, the captain knocked on Lex's door.

"Yes?" Lex had spent that last better part of two weeks in her room like her Uncle wanted, thinking over her actions in catching Eltontor. Why did her Uncle Corsaire think she was a liability? She just wanted to do her best for everyone. She didn't want to be kicked off this mission.

"Requesting entry."

"You may enter Uncle..."

Corsaire entered the cabin and shut the door behind him.

"Your sister wishes for me to talk to you." The captain told Lex. "Are you ready to talk?"

"I am." Lex was sitting on the bed, very shy. She looked like a mess, her makeup having been runny from crying.

"Do you want to start or shall I?"

"...Do you think I'm really a bitch?" Lex sniffed, gripping the sheets. "I just... I just wanted to show that I'm not useless. My sister is a navy officer. And Revy's a hero. So what does that make me? Just some pretty bitch?"

Sighing loudly, Corsaire leaned against the door.

"No... I don't think you're a bitch." The captain kept his voice low and soft. "I was wrong for yelling at you. My temper got the best of me because I was afraid." He then told Lex. "Look, Alexandria. I know you want purpose in life, and I know you want to try to help as best you can. I admire both of these things, yet sometimes, you are brash and reckless. This cannot be with a mission as critical as this. However, there are reasons I have rules in place to keep everyone safe. If you don't follow those rules, then bad things can happen like they did with Eltontor." He took a deep breath and then tried to be as blunt, but less callous, as he could. "If he would have gotten away with you, then there's no telling what he would have done to you."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was stupid." Lex couldn't look him in the eye, not wanting him to see her cry.

"Do you understand why I'm telling you this? And why I was upset with you now?" Corsaire felt like he was talking to one of his own kids when they had done something wrong. "... and why I need you to listen to me? I'm not trying to control you, or make you feel inferior. I'm just trying to keep you safe. For Seer." He told Lex. "Seer would be crushed if something happened to you. And if it happened under my watch, I'd never forgive myself."

"I-I understand. I won't disobey you again."

"... does your uncle still get a hug even though he's a mean bastard sometimes?"

Lex looked up finally, and her face breaking down into tears, she ran to her Uncle and hugged him deeply. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Hey, hey... shh, don't cry." Corsaire told Lex softly as she hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry too, okay?"

"Why are you sorry???"

"I shouldn't have brought you girls along." Corsaire said to Liz with a defeated tone. "All I've done is put you in more danger. I should have just told you to stay in Uskar."

"Now that's what I don't want. Your pity." Lex brushed her tears away, trying to calm down. She was being embarrassing. "I have to find my mother. I need to confront her. That's my quest. I need to see it through."

"I'm not pitying you, Lex, I'm simply worried for you. There's a difference." Corsaire then asked. "If you find her, confront her, then what?"

"I'm gonna talk to her. I want answers." Lex knew her Uncle was going to interject, so she quickly added, "And I'll freeze her feet to the ground so she doesn't go anywhere either."

"... you do know there's a chance that Adda isn't getting out of this alive." Corsaire frowned. "If you're... not ready to face that, I'll understand."

"Can you give me a chance? Please? That's all I ask for."

"Yes... I will." Corsaire then asked. "Though, you're going to have to promise me to listen. For your safety and everyone else's. Is that clear?"

"I promise."

Just then, a knock came at the door. Revy had taken the time to recover, already limber and ready to go. "Uncle Corsaire. Dad says the island is in sight."

"We'll go into port and be careful. Remember, we're not naval officers, we're pirates. We have to make them believe that." Corsaire then gave the order. "Everyone goes in pairs again, and we have to make sure that we're careful. This 'King Crimson' is probably a lot more so dangerous than Eltontor was."

Bakura was dishevelled as he came out of his room. He had bags under his eyes, and his hair was a mess. Gripping his weapons, he looked out to the mansion in the distance. "Captain Corsaire. I should provide recon before we go charging in. This isn't a major port for pirates and sailors to come and go. This is someone's established business. We should know what we are up against first."

"Recon?" Rat seemed a little tense. "Bakie, you really shouldn't go alone."

"It what we- shut up- I'm trained for." Bakura was already getting his gear together.

"Daddy? Are you ok?" Lex took a step forward to check up on him, but Bakura raised his hand to her.

"I'm fine sweety. Just fine."

"Are you sure you're okay to do it?" Rat pulled Bakura aside to speak to him. "You don't have to a-do this if you don't a-want to."

“Of course I’m okay with it. It’s the mission. Now let go.”

"... all right, Bakie." Rat sounded reluctant. "If we don't hear from you in an hour, we're a-coming to look for you."

“An hour? I can give you that.” Bakura slipped his mask on. Sometimes, he wondered what clan he belonged to more. The Shiekah. Or the Yuga. He felt his bloodlust growing and a need to kill and complete his mission. “Captain Corsaire. Is an hour adequate for you?”

“I’ll try and find a window.”

Liz frowned, gripping her hips tightly. “I don’t like this.”

"I don't either, but we can't exactly stop him." Halvar held Liz around her waist. "Besides, your dad is very capable. I'm sure he'll be just fine."

“I’ll return shortly.”

Diving from the boat, Bakura swam his way to the island, able to surprisingly go quickly. Reaching the island, Bakura argued with Seth in his mind. His dark side wouldn’t stop hissing from the blackest corners of his soul.

“You have nothing to give your friends. You’re useless on this mission. Leave it.”

“You’re nothing but a rat that ruins everything, like a pestilence.”

“I help you. I keep you safe.”

“You ruin lives. Including my own.”

“I am you. I’m more you than you’ll ever be.”

Bakura discovered a small sewage drainage, and with a little effort, pried open some bars. Crawling through a pipe the size of a large wolf, Bakura eventually heard voices below him. They were muttered. A few were scared. He than heard a scream, followed by an echoed silence. Continuing to crawl forward, he found an opening and hopped down.

Landing, he hit the floor with a splash. A liquid was up to his knees, and it ran along the floor. Bakura drew his knife and walked along the corridor. It quickly become apparent the area was built like a grid. Continuing, Bakura found a doorway that was far away from the murmurs behind and above him. Opening it, the Shiekah discovered an alter. There were torches in a circle of blue fire. The whole thing seemed ritualistic. However, now that there was light, it dawned on Bakura what he was standing in. It was a river of flowing blood.

“Bakura Saibot. Adda has told me much of you.” The voice came directly from behind Bakura. Even Seth was shocked that they were so easily sneaked up from behind. “You’ve done well to get this far. But you must know that you won’t find Adda.”

Seth was screaming at Bakura to let him take control, but Bakura drowned it out. His sweat was pouring down. The man felt his hot breath circulate in his mask. He had to act fast.

“I’m fascinated by you. A man with two minds. Two souls in him. You should know that there is a price for coming into my court. A toll. I require a soul.”

Bakura moved fast, faster than he’d ever moved before, drawing his sword. Ultimately, it wasn’t enough. The only look he got at the man in the dark was his darker skin and red tie, before a tendril shot out from his attacker and stabbed through Bakura’s stomach. His face drained of blood as he gasped for air.

“Two souls. One body. I will take the one who is most worthy.”

Bakura and Seth felt a wave of unspeakable magic channel through them, and they screamed in agony. A torrent of blood swirled in front of him, and he was not sure if he was hallucinating from the pain, but a duel image of himself swarmed in the blood. Seth screams grew quieter in his mind, and more external, and Bakura’s own pain and sounds of torment filled the halls.

An hour had passed, and no sign came from Bakura. Liz and Lex were barely keeping it under control. Revy looked to her Uncle, tapping her sword. “What’s the plan now?”

"He never shot the flare." Bomba was looking at the skies with a telescope. "Been an hour. Think we should go look'in for him."

"It's not like Bakie to not check in." Rat remarked to Corsaire. "He doesn't like to a-worry the girls."

"Maybe we s-sh-should go look for him?" Pockets asked.

"Aye, we should go, but some of us have to stay with the ship." Acrobat volunteered. "Me's not so fast on me legs. I'll stay here."

"He can't stay here alone." Bomba spoke up to the crew. "Me's staying with him. Gotta have someone here ta help him."

Scarlet looked to Bomba and gave him a nod. “Good. Best you stay on the ship. Don’t need you getting hurt. And you can man the cannons if we need them.”

"Maybe you should stay with Bomba, lassie." Rat told Scarlet. "Acrobat and Bomba can man the cannons, but they're shit for a-fighting close range."

"HEY!" Bomba huffed at that statement. "I can fight!"

"Not like we can." Rat patted the man's head like a child, earning a scowl from Bomba. "You can hold your own at long range, but at a close range, you a-stink."

"Or perhaps you should stay. I'm looking after my daughter."

"Revy's not going." Rat told Scarlet. "We's already talked. She needs longer to rest. Besides, Cap'n trusts her to get the ship out of the harbor if something happens and he can't. Besides the crew and Liz, she's the only other one who knows how."

Scarlet swallowed her fears with a slow gulp. "Than who will look after you?"

"Scarlet, I's in a gladiator ring for the first half of me life." Rat assured the woman. "Me survived all that time. Stabbed, burned, and even mauled by a tiger. Death ain't gonna be knocking on me door. He'll have to a-come after me when me's sleeping or else, death's gonna get a fight."

"Everyone needs backup." Scarlet gripped her axe tightly.

"He has backup, Scarlet." Corsaire nudged Rat in the side. "We's always had each other's backs. Rat will be fine."

"Besides, more important you's a-looking after Revy." Rat chuckled in good humor. "Me's more scared of what Borgie will do to me if her cub doesn't come back."

"Mom... can you go with Liz and Lex?"

The twins looked towards Revy, who looked unpleased that she was being benched for this raid. Her mother held a bit of surprise and worry. "Why hon?"

"Because if I can't look out for them, I want someone who can trust to do so. Can’t protect my Uncles here and my best friends at the same time ya know."

"Heh, we can always use another set of eyes to watch those two troublemakers." Corsaire grinned in good humor.

"I'm not a-"

"Yes you are." Liz interrupted her sister. Turning to Revy with a light smile, Liz patted her shoulder. "Revy. Always the hero looking out for us."

"You each have your orders," Corsaire told the young girls. "Though most importantly, your first priority is to stay safe. If you feel unease, then trust your gut."

"We will Captain Corsaire." Liz gave a salute.

Scarlet put her suit of armour on, and painted her chest plate in Corsaire's flag design to give more of a pirate look to her background. "Let's get a move on than."

The crew sailed into port, the members staying on the ship waving goodbye. The group marched up a paved pathway, leading up to a mansion on the hill top. As they neared the door, a man in robes answered the door. "Which crew do you fly your colours under?"

"We're here under the brother captains, Hazir and Azir."

"I see. And did you bring a human cargo to join the auction?" The servant tilts his head, looking at Lex.

"That we did. Look at this beauty here," Corsaire yanked harshly on Lex's arm, shoving her forward. "A mixed blood, but sure turns head, doesn't she? Has a little bit of a temper sometimes, but I know your men like to break their pets."

The man grasped her by the neck, and held on of her arms. Lex was miffed her Uncle volunteered her, but she would act out her role for the sake of the group. Even if this man's hands were disgusting. "Yes. She is. Bring her and follow me."

"Keep it together, Lex, we know you can do this." Corsaire whispered in her ear as the group strolled into the mansion. "Don't let us down."

"Just don’t let them fuck me."

The servant lead the group through the mansions halls. Psychedelic art littered the walls, that was bizarre and eerie. The servant pointed Corsaire to another room as he took Lex. "What is her ethnicity?"

"She is a," Corsaire thought quickly, knowing that there was no hiding Lex's Gerudo heritage. However, the white hair could play into their favor. He had to give them something rare to be considered for entrance. "Gerudo and Uskarian mix. Her father is an arctic fox, hence the white hair." He gave a little tug on one of Lex's braids. "Pretty, isn't it?"

"She is. Starting price?"

"Considering she was a tough one to get, I'd say I'd start at the very minimum 300,000 rupees."

"Very well." The servant waved his hand and a secret door opened. "Make your way down the staircase. Follow the forward path until you reach the fourth doorway on the right. Do not enter any other door."

He took hold of Lex and started to walk away with her. Liz looked at her sister with worry, but a nod of encouragement for her to not hold any fear. Lex nodded subtly back.

Before the group had left the ship, Corsaire had given Lex one of his smaller guns. He had Lex keep in on a garter strap on her leg, just in case she needed to use it. He figured if she was going to dress in a provocative manner, she might as well make use of it.

Lex was thrown into a cell and told to get naked, or they'd force her to get undressed. She did as she was told, deciding to hide the small gun in her thick hair. Better than some other places to hide the weapon. When the servant came in, he placed a chain around her neck and lead her away.

Meanwhile, the group went down the hall. Below them, they heard a steady stream of water flowing. Liz looked to Corsaire, checking her compass. "We're going to split up, obviously?"

"We're going to split up, but we're also going to cause a distraction." Corsaire then handed each crew member a pick pocket kit. "Free the slaves here. We're not leaving them to their grisly fates. I'm heard that this King Crimson has a knack for cannibalism for the more unfortunate ones. Not sure if that's true, but I don't want to risk it." He ordered. "Scarlet, Liz, Rat, you go to the left. The rest of you are with me."

"Someone should go see this auction through so that we know Lex is safe." Scarlet mentioned to Corsaire.

"We's can go, cap'n." Mojo offered. "Juju and I's the best sharp shooters. We can take 'em done wif'out be'n seen."

"But cap'n can't go alone." Juju told his brother.

"No. You stay with the captain. I promised Revy I'd look after Liz and Lex. Liz, you stick with the men. Mousa, you come with me to see the auction."

"Scarlet, the auction is... distasteful." Corsaire gave her a fair warning. "Don't be surprised by what you see."

"That's why Liz isn't going." Scarlet pulled Rat's hand to follow her down the hall. "Go. Find Bakura. Find this Crimson King."

"We'll find him. You two stay safe." Corsaire took Mojo and Juju with him, and kept Liz close.

"Oi, Scarlet, you's pulling kinda hard." Rat had to trot slightly to keep up with her. Something was bothering her.

“I just want to get out of here.” The two of them entered the room. It contained a glass window with two cushioned seats and a buzzer to raise prices. The room had a podium in the middle to show off slaves for purchase, and other windows in a circle for buyers to view in. Above all the buyers was seating area with a black throne. Sitting on it was man in a red tie.

Scarlet and Rat were too late to watch a current auction end. A small naked boy stood on the podium, a servant speaking. “And for 100,000 silver coins, the seven year old Danjuran boy goes to Mr. Gillian.”

The boy was taken away to his new master, another slave being brought forward. Scarlet squeezed Rat’s arm. This slave was a pale girl, the age of a teenager. She had dark hair and red eyes. “This is a rare find. A species known as the Mortuus, hailing from the unknown country of Malus. Captain Faliz is pricing her at 150,000 gold coins. The bidding starts now.”

Rat felt his insides twist. He had seen this several times throughout his younger years, but it never failed to make him shudder. The gladiator had to keep a hand on Scarlet for balance, lest he feel dizzy. So many fights, so close to freedom, but his master always extended his chains. Still, he had to keep it together for Seer. His eyes wandered over the crowd, until he noticed the description of the man Bakura saw in his vision.

"There."

Looking up on the throne, they saw the Crimson King atop his seat. They didn't notice he had bought the girl. The servant spoke allowed. "King Crimson has spoken! The girl is his! Master, her fate is yours!"

King Crimson raised his hands, and liquid around the podium churned. The slave girl looked around, scared at was going on. Her thoughts of fear were dashed by overwhelming agony when tendrils rose up and penetrated her body. The girl was drained of her bodily fluids and soul, and Scarlet and Rat watched in horror as her body became reduced to a frail, thin husk. The King radiated a dark red glow, before sitting back down. One servant dragged the corpse away while another one spoke. "180,000 silver coins to Captain Faliz. Now, the next item is a fine crossbred between a Gerudo and a Uskarian. Behold her."

Lex was dragged onto the podium, frightened at seeing a corpse dragged past her. She was naked, with chains around her hands. "This woman is starting at a price of 300,000 rupees. Bidding begins now."

"No. NO THEY DON'T!" Scarlet drew her axe and smashed her way in. Swinging, she cut the servant in half. She’d not see any other innocent be slain here. "LEX! FREE YOURSELF!"

Lex did as she was told, and used her ice magic to break her bonds. King Crimson watched in fascination, but he also knew that his base was compromised. While his servants would deal with these Gerudo, he'd find the other intruders. He quietly stood up and left to seek his prey out.

Rat went to chase after King Crimson, but was blocked by his guards. He picked up one man, tossed him against another, and then punched the last man, knocking him out cold.

Liz was with her Uncles, Mojo, Juju, and Corsaire. Halvar had been instructed early on the boat to come in right behind them to cover their flanks. She felt content that although he wasn’t with her now, he was safe nearby. With fury, she finished hacking a man down. The four of them had found a group of slaves that were waiting to be auctioned off. "Listen to me, all of you. We have a ship. We can save you if you all flee now."

"Liz, you shoulda lead 'em back to the Sea Witch." Mojo finished unlocking the chains from most of the slaves. Some were weak and malnourished, but still had the strength to stand. A few were hurt, but others were helping them move. "Dey don't need ta be in the crossfire."

"You know the way and the ship." Juju handed Liz one of his smaller pistols. "Get 'em out of here."

"There's... a lot of blood here." Corsaire watched the blood swirling, moving even, almost as it were alive. "We need to be careful."

Liz kicked the blood with her feet, cringing at the liquid. "Alright. You two go find our target. I'll be back."

"Liz, tell Bomba to give you a few canisters of his black powder," Corsaire told the young woman. "Have Halvar come back with you. We're going to blow this place to kingdom come."

"Understood." Liz ran off, leading the slaves down a safe path.

As Corsaire investigated, he found a chamber with multiple maps and books with leather covers laid on a desk.

The Captain looked around the room, with Mojo and Juju covering him, finally settling on peering through the various books. In a red book bound in human leather and written in blood, he flipped through the pages. Finally, he find his treasure. Under the name, Captain Adda, Corsaire saw the description of a vanishing island. The book held details of the slow path the island moved in, but, most importantly, a spell that would reveal the island to the rest of the world, and allow ships to enter its waters. Other information included Adda's mental weaknesses, with notes on how perhaps her daughters could be used against her.

As he finished reading, the excitement building at finally having the answer to find Seer, he heard a sickening sound of pierced flesh. Turning, he found Mojo and Juju falling into the blood floor. A man in a red tie stepped forward into the light dim light of the torches. His arms had crimson clawed hands, fingers as long and sharp as machetes. He held the face of Corsaire's long dead brother. "Didn't you know it was foolish to snoop into information that is not yours?"

Corsaire felt like he was frozen in place for a moment. Gharhad... his younger brother, what was he doing here? No, he had to get a grip on reality. It had been years, and Gharhad was dead. The actual sea witch, the Queen of Lorleidi, had killed him for raping her sister. There was no way he could possibly still be alive. Clenching his fist tightly, Corsaire had a stiff jaw when he spoke.

"If you really were my brother, then he wouldn't have attacked my crew mates." Corsaire glared at the man and drew his pistol. "Not to mention, Gharhad is long dead. Nice try, fake king. You won't fool me."

Mojo and Juju were stuck. The blood was almost like glue. Yet, that didn't keep them from trying to move.

"I know. Zarazu is quite the inspiration in power, isn't she? Did you know how much water is in the human body? It's intoxicating to consume. Imagine what someone like her could accomplish with just a little blood magic. But go ahead, shoot me. Shoot your brother in the head. Let my silence drown your internal screams." King Crimson started to drain the brothers, stabbing them both with tendrils from his hands, smiling cruelly with the face of Gharhad.

Corsaire did not hesitate and fired the gun.

The bullet pierced through King Crimson's head. It was enough for him to release Mojo and Juju, but all Corsaire got out of the King was a laugh as the blood poured from his head. "Useless... Useless... Useless... I can't be killed by the likes of you fools. Now watch and wait. I will gladly write out your epitaph."

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26. Shining

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“I don’t know how much we should tell Renée about this,” Charlie said, hesitating with one foot out the door. He stretched, and then his stomach growled.

I nodded. “I know. I don’t want to worry her. Better to protect her. This stuff isn’t for the fainthearted.”

His lips twisted up to the side ruefully. “I would have tried to protect you, too, if I’d known how. But I guess you’ve never fit into the fainthearted category, have you?”

I smiled back.

Charlie patted his stomach absently. “I’ll think of something. We’ve got time to discuss this, right?”

“Right,” I promised him.

It had been a long day in some ways, and so short in others. Charlie was late for dinner—Sue Clearwater was cooking for him and Billy. That was going to be an awkward evening, but at least he’d be eating real food; I was glad someone was trying to keep him from starving due to his lack of cooking ability.

All day the tension had made the minutes pass slowly; Charlie had never fully relaxed the stiff set of his shoulders. But he’d been in no hurry to leave, either. He’d watched two whole games—thankfully so absorbed in his thoughts that he was totally oblivious to Emmett’s suggestive jokes that got more pointed and less football-related with each aside—and the after-game commentaries, and then the news, not moving until Seth had reminded him of the time.

“You gonna stand Billy and my mom up, Charlie? C’mon. Beau’ll still be here tomorrow. Let’s get some grub, eh?”

It had been clear in Charlie’s eyes that he hadn’t trusted Seth’s assessment, but he’d let Seth lead the way out. The doubt was still there as he paused now. The clouds were thinning, the rain gone. The sun might even make an appearance just in time to set.

“Jake says you guys were going to take off on me,” he muttered to me now.

“I didn’t want to do that if there was any way at all around it. That’s why we’re still here.”

“He said you could stay for a while, but only if I’m tough enough, and if I can keep my mouth shut.”

“Yes… but I can’t promise that we’ll never leave, Dad. It’s pretty complicated…”

“Need to know,” he reminded me.

“Right.”

“You’ll visit, though, if you have to go?”

“I promise, Dad. Now that you know justenough, I think this can work. I’ll keep as close as you want.”

He chewed on his lip for half a second, then leaned slowly toward me with his arms cautiously extended. I locked my teeth, held my breath, and wrapped my arms very carefully around his warm, soft waist.

“Keep real close, Beau,” he mumbled. “Real close.”

“Love you, Dad,” I whispered through my teeth.

He seemed to register some sort of difference in the hug; either my slightly lower body temperature or perhaps I felt more… sturdy… than I had before. He released me from the hug and put his hands on my shoulders.

“Love you, too, kiddo. Whatever else has changed, that hasn’t.” He reached up and ruffled my hair. “Can I come back tomorrow?”

“Sure, Dad. Of course. I’ll be here.”

“You’d better be,” he said sternly, but his face was soft. “See you tomorrow, Beau.”

“Thank you, Dad.”

“For what, kiddo?”

“So much has changed so quickly. My head hasn’t stopped spinning. If I didn’t have you now, I don’t know how I’d keep my grip on—on reality.” I’d been about to say my grip on who I was. That was probably more than he needed.

Charlie’s stomach growled before he could respond.

“Go eat, Dad.” I laughed, “We will be here.” I remembered how it felt, that first uncomfortable immersion in fantasy—the sensation that everything would disappear in the light of the rising sun.

Charlie nodded. He glanced past me into the house; his eyes were a little wild for a minute as he stared around the big bright room. Everyone was still there, besides Jacob, who I could hear raiding the refrigerator in the kitchen; Alice was lounging on the bottom step of the staircase with Jasper’s head in her lap; Carlisle had his head bent over large book in his lap; Esme was humming to herself, sketching on a notepad, while Royal and Emmett laid out the foundation for a monumental house of cards under the stairs; Edward had drifted to his piano and was playing very softly to himself. There was no evidence that the day was coming to a close, that it might be time to eat or shift activities in preparation for the evening. Something intangible had changed in the atmosphere. The Cullens weren’t trying as hard as they usually did—the human charade had slipped ever so slightly, enough for Charlie to feel the difference.

He shuddered, shook his head, and sighed. “See you tomorrow, Beau.” He frowned and then added, “I mean, it’s not like you don’t look… like you. You look great, kid. I’ll get used to it.”

I laughed. “Thanks, Dad.”

Charlie nodded and walked thoughtfully toward his car. I watched him drive away; it wasn’t until I heard his tires hit the freeway that I realized I’d done it. I’d actually made it through the whole day without hurting Charlie. All by myself. I must have some sort of extra power!

It seemed to good to be true. Could I really have my new family, some of my old, some semblance of my humanity and eternity all at once? And I’d thought that yesterday had been perfect.

“Wow,” I whispered. I reached up and brushed some of the makeup Alice had applied off my face.

The sound of the piano cut off, and Edward’s arms were around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“You took the word right out of my mouth.”

“Edward, I did it!”

“You did. You were unbelievable. All that worrying over being a newborn, and then you skip it altogether.” He laughed quietly.

“Now I’m sure he’s not really a vampire, let alone a newborn,” Emmett called from under the stairs. “He’s too tame.”

Al the embarrassing comments he’d made in front of my father sounded in my ears again, and it was probably a good thing Edward had his arms around my waist. Unable to help my reaction entirely, I snarled under my breath.

“Oooo, scary,” Emmett laughed.

“Charlie will be back tomorrow,” I growled, “and you better be on your best behavior.”

“Fat chance,” Emmett said. Royal laughed with him this time.

“Not brilliant, Emmett,” Edward said scornfully, turning me to face him. He winked at me when I met his eyes.

“What do you mean?” Emmett demanded.

“It’s a little dense, don’t you think, to antagonize the strongest being in the house?”

Emmett threw back his head and snorted. “Please!”

“Beau,” Edward murmured to me while Emmett listened closely; “do you remember a few months ago, I asked you to do me a favor if you ever became immortal?”

That rang a dim bell. I sifted through the blurry human conversations. After a moment, I remembered and I gasped, “Oh!”

Alice trilled a long, pealing laugh. Jacob poked his head around the corner, his mouth stuffed with food.

“What?” Emmett growled.

“Really?” I asked Edward.

“Trust me,” he said.

I took a deep breath. “Emmett, how do you feel about a little bet?”

He was on his feet at once. “Awesome. Bring it.”

I bit my lip for a second. He was just so huge.

“Unless you’re too afraid…?” Emmett suggested.

I squared my shoulders. “You. Me. Arm-wrestling. Dining room table. Now.”

Emmett’s grin stretched across his face.

“Er, Beau,” Alice said quickly, “I think Esme is fairly fond of that table. It’s an antique.”

“Thanks,” Esme mouthed at her.

“No problem,” Emmett said with a gleaming smile. “Right this way, Beau.”

I followed him out the back, toward the garage; I could hear all the others trailing behind. There was a largish granite boulder standing up out of a tumble of rocks near the river, obviously Emmett’s goal. Though the big rock was a little rounded and irregular, it would do the job.

Emmett placed his elbow on the rock and waved me forward.

I was nervous again as I watched the thick muscles in Emmett’s arm roll, but I kept my face smooth. Edward had promised I would be stronger than anyone for a while. He seemed very confident about this, and I felt strong. That strong? I wondered, looking at Emmett’s biceps. I wasn’t even a true vampire, though. Maybe I wasn’t as strong as a newborn vampire. There was more about me that was unlike a vampire. Maybe that’s why control was so easy for me.

I tried to look unconcerned as I set my elbow against the stone.

“Okay, Emmett. I win, and you cannot say one more word about my sex life to anyone, not even Roy. No allusions, no innuendos—no nothing.”

His eyes narrowed. “Deal. I win, and it’s going to get a lot worse.”

He heard my breath stop and grinned evilly. There was no hint of bluff in his eyes.

“You gonna back down so easy, little brother?” Emmett taunted. “Not much wild about you, is there? I bet that cottage doesn’t have a scratch.” He laughed. “Did Edward tell you how many houses Roy and I smashed?”

I gritted my teeth and grabbed his big hand. “One, two—”

“Three,” he grunted, and shoved against my hand.

Nothing happened.

Oh, I could feel the force he was exerting. My new mind seemed pretty good at all kinds of calculations, and so I could tell that if he wasn’t meeting any resistance, his hand would have pounded right through the rock without difficulty. The pressure increased, and I wondered randomly if a cement truck doing forty miles an hour down a sharp decline would have similar power. Fifty miles an hour? Sixty? Probably more.

It wasn’t enough to move me. His hand shoved against mine with crushing force, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It felt kind of good in a weird way. I’d been so very careful since the last time I woke up, trying so hard not to break things. It was a strange relief to use my muscles. To let the strength flow rather than struggling to restrain it.

Emmett grunted; his forehead creased and his whole body strained in one rigid line toward the obstacle of my unmoving hand. I let him sweat—figuratively—for a moment while I enjoyed the sensation of the crazy force running through my arm.

A few seconds, though, and I was a little bored with it. I flexed; Emmett lost an inch.

I laughed. Emmett snarled harshly through his teeth.

“Just keep your mouth shut,” I reminded him, and then I smashed his hand into the boulder. A deafening crack echoed off the trees. The rock shuddered, and a piece— about an eighth of the mass—broke off at an invisible fault line and crashed to the ground. It fell on Emmett’s foot, and I snickered. I could hear Jacob’s and Edward’s muffled laughter.

Emmett kicked the rock fragment across the river. It sliced a young maple in half before thudding into the base of a big fir, which swayed and then fell into another tree.

“Rematch. Tomorrow.”

“I don’t think it’s going to wear off by then,” I told him. “Maybe it won’t wear off at all.”

Emmett growled, flashing his teeth. “Tomorrow.”

“Hey, whatever makes you happy, big brother.”

As he turned to stalk away, Emmett punched the granite, shattering off an avalanche of shards and powder. It was kind of neat, in a childish way.

Fascinated by the undeniable proof that I was stronger than the strongest vampire I’d ever known, I placed my hand, fingers spread wide, against the rock. Then I dug my fingers slowly into the stone, crushing rather than digging; the consistency reminded me of hard cheese. I ended up with a handful of gravel.

“Cool,” I mumbled.

With a grin stretching my face, I whirled in a sudden circle and karate-chopped the rock with the side of my hand. The stone shrieked and groaned and—with a big poof of dust —split in two.

I started laughing.

I didn’t pay much attention to the chuckles behind me while I punched and kicked the rest of the boulder into fragments. I was having too much fun, snickering away the whole time.

“Show off.” Jake muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Tell me you didn’t let go a bit on your first run, wolf-boy,” Edward teased, no antagonism in his voice at all.

“That’s different,” Jacob said, and I watched in surprise as he mock-punched Edward’s shoulder. “Beau’s supposed to be the mature one here. Married and all that. Shouldn’t there be more dignity?”

“Oh, please!” I laughed, taking a handful of stones and grinding them to dust in my hand. “You’re just jealous I’m fast and strong.”

“For once in your life.” Jacob grinned, teasing.

The sun suddenly burst through the clouds, shooting long beams of ruby and gold across the nine of us, and I was immediately lost in the beauty of my skin in the light of the sunset. Dazed by it.

I ran my hand along my arm, marveling at the strange way it glowed in the light. It wasn’t diamond-bright facets like Edward or the others. My skin glowed with a faint luminosity, subtle and mysterious. Nothing that would keep me inside on a sunny day like Edward’s glowing sparkle.

“Wow,” I breathed.

“You’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Edward sighed, happily. When I turned to argue, the sunlight on his face stunned me into silence.

Jacob had his hand in front of his face, pretending to shield his eyes from the glare. “Freaky Beau,” he commented.

“What an amazing creature he is,” Edward murmured, almost in agreement, as if Jacob’s comment was meant as a compliment. He was both dazzling and dazzled.

It was a strange feeling—not surprising, I supposed, since everything felt strange now—this being a natural at something. As a human, I’d been sufficiently average at most things besides cooking. Hardly top on any lists, always feeling slightly out of sync with everyone else. Being different as a human had alienated me slightly, made me feel like I didn’t have a place in the world.

So this was really different. I was amazing now—to them and to myself. It was like I had been born to reach this point. The idea made me want to laugh, but it also made me want to sing. I had found my true place in the world, the place I fit, the place I shined.

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