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ahsokasleftbicep · 3 years

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Tech x Mechanic reader part 5

Warnings: None, romantic Tech, Crosshair being supportive, sort of. Crosshair being best wingman.

Notes: PART 5!! This took forever to get out, I am so sorry! I'm very proud of this and I love this man so freaking much, he's perfect.

Taglist: @wille-zarr @discofern @photowizard17 @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @logina6 @franken-fan @subbing-for-clones @darkangel4121 @photogirl894

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"Do you plan on burning a hole in the ship?" Crosshair flicks his toothpick to the ground.

Tech glares and continues pacing back and forth. "That wouldn't happen, the durasteel is-."

"Tech!" The man stops "You need to relax, everything will be fine." Crosshair walks over to his brother and rests his hands on Tech's shoulders. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Nothing to worry about?" Tech scoffs, "I have everything to worry about!" The man sighs and grows quiet. "What if I mess it up?"

"You won't, and even if you do, Y/n won't care." Crosshair pushes his brother slightly.

"But-"

"Tech, forget about everything. Statistics, data, probability, all of it. Take a break and enjoy yourselves." Crosshair steps back, turning to go to the cockpit. "We'll hold down the fort till you get back."

Tech nods and takes a deep breath. He walks down the steps and looks at the forests in the distance.

"Tech!" You skip down the steps with a smile. "I'm sorry I took so long, I didn't have a lot of regular clothes." You blushed looking down at your attire, still questioning whether or not it was "date" appropriate.

"You look beautiful." Your head shot up in surprise. Tech was staring at you, a light blush on his cheeks. He wasn't wearing his armor at all, instead wearing a pair of pants and a casual button-up. Instead of his goggles, he wore a pair of round glasses.

"Thank you, Tech. You look very handsome." The man's eyes widen and he blushes more.

"I- Thank you..." The man smiles and holds out his hand. "Shall we?"

You grab his hand and nod. After walking for a while, you clear your throat.

"I didn't know you had glasses... I've never seen them before." You tilt your head and smile a little.

The man blushes and uses his ring finger to push the glasses up. "Ah yes. I bought them a while ago, for going out when we didn't have a mission."

"They look good on you." Tech blushes even more and smiles to himself.

"Thank you." A few beats of silence pass. "Uhm, Y/n. Have you been to Alderaan before?"

You look up at the trees surrounding you and shake your head. "I haven't, but I've heard that it's beautiful."

"It is, not just the planet but the culture as well!" You both come upon an entrance to the capital city. Tech smiles at you and pauses walking. "Would you mind closing your eyes?"

You quirk your brow at the man, "What do you have planned, my dear pilot?" You blush at your own words but calm down at Tech's expression.

He is smirking at you and he squeezes your hand. "That is for you to find out, my darling mechanic." You close your eyes and Tech moves behind you. He places his free hand on your lower back and gently walks you forward. "Do not open them until I say, alright?"

You release a shaky breath and nod. His hand felt red hot through your shirt and his breath occasionally blew on your skin. Around you, there was music and chatter. There were salesmen making deals, children giggling, and drunken laughter. Tech squeezed your hand and you stopped.

"Open your eyes, sarad." Your cheeks grew pink at Tech's words. Your eyes fluttered open and you gasped. Limber vines with purple flowers wove around marketplace booths. The sunset cast a pinkish light across the stone pathways. There were sparklers and performers moving amongst the crowd. You couldn't focus on one thing, your eyes taking in everything.

Tech still held your hand, now next to you. The light made you glow and your smile, and your eyes. He couldn't stop looking at you. Did you like it? Oh dear, why did I call her that?

"Tech, this is beautiful..." You turned to him with a smile and his heart skipped.

"I-I'm glad you like it, Y/n. This is Alderaan's Wisteria Festival, it happens every year. Although I have never attended beforehand, so I'm approaching this slightly unprepared." Tech blushes and turns his head away from you.

"That makes it all the more memorable, don't you think?" He turns his head back with wide eyes. "And we're not alone, we have each other!"

Tech smiles and gestures towards the festival. "Would you like to take the lead?"

"Are you sure?" You furrow your brows, "I'm afraid I'll drag you around. It's difficult to focus on one thing."

Tech holds out an arm, "If I wasn't sure, I would let you know."

You loop your arm through his, keeping your other hand on his bicep. You set off into the crowd, Tech close by.

"So, does the wisteria have a significance?" You leaned your elbow on the table, resting your head on your palm. Tech had found a small cafe to eat at, noticing your intrigue with the different foods being sold.

Without realizing it, Tech had zoned out and almost didn't catch your question.

"Tech? Are you alright?" The man jumped and cleared his throat.

"Ah, yes. Well, in general, wisteria means a lot of things. Beauty, endurance, and fertility. It's quite fitting for Alderaan, with their general pacifist beliefs." Tech gestures with his hands, growing more excited. You hung on to every word, finding his growing enthusiasm rather attractive.

"It also-" Tech is distracted by a violin playing in the square. You look up and notice a few other people with various instruments joining in. Tech glances at you and squeezed his hand, thinking. People began dancing to the tune, forming a circle.

Tech stands and holds his hand to you. "Would you like to dance, Y/n?" You take his hand, your lips coming close to his ear.

"I'm not very good at dancing, I don't want to embarrass you." You looked at your feet but Tech lifted your head.

"You could never embarrass me, Y/n." Tech pulls you gently into the crowd. He holds your hand loosely, giving you the option to pull away. "Just follow what everyone else is doing." He gives you a small smile.

You both start moving, the song picks up some speed. All of sudden you switched partners, throwing you both off for a moment. Tech shrugs with a smile. You relax a bit and continue switching partners. You almost rejoin Tech, your fingertips brushing before being separated once again.

The music plays faster and you spin around. The song abruptly ends and look to your partner. A smile grows on your face when you are nose to nose with Tech. You are both breathing heavily, your chests touching. His hand is gripping your waist, yours on his shoulder. Your eyes don't move from his, frozen from your proximity.

"Y/n..." Tech brushes his nose against yours. He glances at your lips before looking into your eyes.

"Tech..." You move your hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck. You close your eyes and soon you feel warm lips on your own. Tech holds your face with both of his hands. You pull away for air, your face feels like it's on fire. Tech's face is a light shade of pink, still holding your face.

There is a beat of silence before both of you break down into chuckles, pressing your foreheads together.

You brush your fingers at the nape of his neck. "Can we do that again?"

Tech lifted your head with a smile, "Ner Sarad, I will gladly do that again for the rest of my life."

"Will you ever tell me what that means?" You tilt your head.

"I could... But it's much more fun if I don't." Tech leans down and kisses you again. Music starts again, and Tech smiles. "Shall we?" His hand moves towards your hip, pulling you closer.

"Absolutely." You grin. The dance begins again and carries on into the early morning.

Crosshair stretched as he walked from the refresher to the cockpit. He paused and smirked at the sight.

Tech was fast asleep on his bunk... With you lying on top of him. You were both still dressed in your date clothes, not bothering to change. Tech's arm held you tight, legs tangled with yours. One of your hands was in his hair, your face buried in his neck.

Crosshair rolled his eyes before carrying on to the cockpit. Took him long enough.

#clone trooper tech #clone trooper tech x reader #clone trooper crosshair #the bad batch #final part?#series?#maybe?#idk

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yukimoji · 4 years

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Moonlit Encounter ( Young!Giyuu x Young!Reader)

(so, this one shot is based on Kan Gao’s “To The Moon”, in which this story basically goes along with “To The Moon”s iconic childhood scene. I love Giyuu, I love “To The Moon”, and I’m super bored so why not? quick warning that this fic is all over the place so I apologize for the errors and questionable narrative lmao. also, kind of ooc giyuu but it’s giyuu before all the angst so;;; )

Total words: 3586

Genre: fluff, but with tiny bit of angst in the end

!!SLIGHT MANGA SPOILERS!!

Throughout the local village, warm lights fell as people walked about, laughing and dancing to the content of their hearts. The event was indeed a blast, with music being played all around and the wonderful aroma of food being served. This was a time of celebration for the villagers, as a large festival was held to celebrate the village’s goodness and prosperity.

A young child raced around and explored every little aspect that the festival has to offer. She felt a bubble of curiosity in her, as her eyes gleamed with obvious excitement to see what’s next in store. Her (E / C) eyes will filled with evident enthusiasm, while her (H / C) hair was brushed with a cool breeze. A smile never left her face, as she continued to run across festival’s never ending booths and stalls.

In the meantime, a tall, beautiful girl walked along, taking in the village’s refreshing sights. It wasn’t often that festivals were held, but it seemed as though this was the biggest festival the village has ever hosted to date. Her deep, ocean-blue eyes looked around, and she was somewhat surprised to see the sheer number of village booths and activities present.

With her, was a small boy that resembled the girl, hugging her close. He glanced around the village and it seemed so different from what he was used to seeing! He never really saw the village when it was energetic, and with all the commotion going on, he was a bit hesitant to explore. Anxiously, he holds the girl’s hands even harder, as he begins to feel even more overwhelmed by all the lights and music all around him.

There were activities and games everywhere. As much as Giyuu loved to spend time with his big sister, the large crowds seemed to scare Giyuu. Throughout the whole festival, all Giyuu could do was tightly grip on his sister’s hands as they walked around, exploring every inch and crevice of the lively village.

As they roamed around, the siblings were able to check out the variety of stalls and attractions the festival has to display. With any passing booth, Tsutako would be willing to take part in the tasks of the activity, and somehow she would always have a reward or two. It wasn’t because Giyuu was terrible at the games, he just couldn’t find the events as fun.

However, because of the persistence of his sister, he decided to play at least one game. The challenge wasn’t that difficult, because it just involved attempting to hit as many wooden figures that resembled demons. Nevertheless, he won and got an adorable little wooden fox figurine.

It’s cute, he must admit.

Yet after too much wandering, he was weary of the never-ending aisles. The crowds became even bigger, which did not comfort Giyuu one bit. And although he would love to be in the company of his sister, he just wanted to escape to a quieter area and just play around to his heart’s content.

Suddenly, he hears the laughter of young children, and he looks at the source. He sees kids smiling and running around in a field, conveniently located in a location that doesn’t seem to have booths and stalls surrounding it. When he continued to observe them, he just felt like he had to play with them. Argh! They seem to be having so much fun!

“Onee-san?”

The girl’s eyes looked down, and she smiled at the sight of her younger brother holding her hand. She bent down, and ruffled his Raven hair that paralleled her own.

“Yes, Giyuu?” She asked the boy. Giyuu proceeded to point at a group of children laughing and playing.

“Tsutako-nee.. if it’s okay with you, can I play with them for a little while?” The boy looked up, his own set of bright blue eyes pleading at his sister.

Tsutako looked at the children in the field, and oh, how much they looked to have so much fun! It pulled on the strings of her heart. She took one last look of the field were the children were playing, and deemed that it was safe enough for Giyuu to stay in.

She faced her little brother. “Okay, you can go. But remember, don’t wander too far or you’re going to get lost!” She warned as the boy’s eyes widened in glee.

After which, Giyuu kisses his sister in the cheek and hugged her good-bye. Tsutako looks at her brother running in the direction of the group, and giggles softly. Then, she picks up the irresistible scent of seafood present in the area. Her pupils dilate as her mouth gradually waters from the aroma of her favorite, Simmered Salmon with Daikon. She checks at her brother one more time, before she heads off to the seafood stall.

As Giyuu arrived, he was greeted by several kids. He seemed to get along with one particular boy, a boy who had Peach-colored hair, and a scar on his cheek that travelled close to his mouth. He and the other kids played a lot, and Giyuu loved every moment of it. Heck, he might have even accidentally bumped onto a toddler, but when that toddler fell down, his warm, big, red eyes just looked at Giyuu and started to giggle uncontrollably. Giyuu had to repeatedly apologize to the toddler’s kind parents, but other than that, he was having blast.

Yet all good things have to come to an end. Little by little, after playing so much, the kids began going back to their parents and guardians at the festival. After a while, the peach-haired boy also left, having been picked up by a man wearing a Tengu mask.

Giyuu was left alone in the field. He didn’t want to leave, not yet, at the very least. The village was still busy, the festival still drawing huge crowds. He sighed as he looked around, while sitting on one of the swings. As he scanned the area, he notices a clearing heading towards somewhere. He starts to wonder where the path leads. He might have been to this village countless times, but he never even noticed the path until now.

Giyuu’s curiosity gets the best of him as he stands up, and heads towards the path. He takes one last look at the village, then proceeds to walk into the pathway.

As he ventures further, it does not take long as he arrives at a new destination. Although the village isn’t really that far, he seemed to have arrived at a cliff’s edge. His breathe hitches as he looks above and sees thousands of stars just shimmering and twinkling in the night sky. Wisteria trees was abundant in the area, with it’s leaves gracefully dancing in the cool evening breeze. Lush, Green grass covered the dirt below him, little streams of water flowed around, and tiny flowers bloomed all around.

Truly, it was a sight to behold.

Near the cliff side, was a large trunk that was suitable for sitting. Giyuu approached the trunk, and made himself comfortable. He looked at the night sky once more, and was awestruck from it’s beauty.

“…Whoa.”

Giyuu was absolutely flabbergasted. No words could describe how beautiful the scenery was.

However, Giyuu snapped back to reality when he heard soft footsteps approaching from behind. Giyuu stood up, and slowly made his way towards the source of the sound. As the footsteps grew louder and louder, Giyuu was greeted with a pair of ( E / C ) eyes.

She was a child. A girl with hair (H / C) and ( E / C ) eyes! The moment she and Giyuu met each other’s eyes, she was surprised, and a blush crept at her (S / C) complexion, which seemed to glow in the moonlight.

“We could be the same age.” Giyuu thought. But before he could say anything, the girl bowed deeply and scurried to leave. Absentmindly, he yelled out to the girl;

“Wait! Don’t go!”

The young girl turned around and faced the boy in front of her. Her eyes locked with his once again, ( E / C ) hues reflecting the starry night sky. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know this was your spot.” she uttered and looked down in embarrassment.

“My spot? Oh no! I didn’t want to hog this place all for myself!” he explained himself, sweat falling from his forehead.

The girl relaxed, her lips tugging into a warm smile. “…Are you here to watch the stars?” she asked.

“Are you?” The boy raised an eyebrow.

The girl just nodded and approached the trunk, with the ravenette doing the same. As they sat together, their eyes slowly looked up to watch the sky.

“Just look at ‘em…” Giyuu sighs as he gazes at the night sky fondly.

The ( H / C ) haired girl glances at Giyuu, a curious glint present in her eyes. “Did you know there were many lights in the sky?” She asks.

“Yes.” Giyuu hummed in response.

“Oh… Uh, I did too.” The girl’s eyes widen, and proceeds to chuckle awkwardly.

Giyuu smiles softly, before facing at the girl beside him. “Do you come here often?” He asks.

The girl just shrugs, and grins at the boy. “I only discovered this place just now.”

Giyuu hums. He wonders, why did the girl stray away from the village? “Not a fan of the crowds?” He enquires. The girl pauses for moment, and slowly nods in agreement. Giyuu chuckles a little, and looks down;

“…Me neither.”

Silence ensued after that, but not the defeaning kind. As both kids stargazed the heavens above, sounds of crickets and running water flowing seemed to make the moment all more peaceful.

Giyuu was the the first one to break the silence. “You know… you haven’t even told me your name.”

The girl just shyly lowers her head. “You wouldn’t want to know.”

The boy looks at her in confusion. “Why?”

The girl just stares at Giyuu, eyes never leaving for a second. She breaks her gaze and bashfully looks down. “People say that it’s too common.”

Giyuu’s eyes widen and he tilts his head. “Surely, it’s not unusual like Giyuu, right?”

“How do you even spell that?” The girl raises an eyebrow.

The blue-eyed boy puts his hand on his chin, in a thinking manner. “It’s hard for me as well. Though, it has kanji for heroism, loyalty and courage.”

The girl pauses, and asks; “Do you have courage?”

Giyuu is taken back. He’s looked up, thinking for a moment. Did he have any courage? Did he have heroism? Loyalty, huh? Was he even worthy of such a strong name?

The girl sweats profusely, and tries to break him out of his existential crisis. “Im sorry! I shouldn’t have asked that!” She bows down repeatedly, startling the poor boy.

Giyuu waves his hands in reasurrance, trying to calm down the ( E / C ) eyed girl in front of him. “No, no, it’s okay! I never really gave my name much thought, and I was just surprised! That’s all!”

After brief moments of constant bowing and nervous hand waving, they resumed their sightseeing.

Giyuu glances at the girl again, and asks; “What’s so wrong with a common name?” The girl just looks ahead, and just shrugs in return.

Giyuu faces the sky once more. “It’s kind of like those lights in the sky. They all look the same here, but it doesn’t make them any less pretty.” He says, a soft smile evident on his face.

It was the girl’s turn to be surprised. A deep blush crawled to her face, and shakes her head furiously to calm herself down. Pretty? Did he really mean that? Or was he just being nice with her to avoid hurting her feelings?

“…I suppose.” She utters quietly, and looks up to the boy.

“It’s ( Y / N ).”

Giyuu’s expression lit up, and gave her a big smile. “Nice to meet you, ( Y / N )!”

The ( H / C ) girl averts her eyes and thinks for a moment. She then changes the topic to avoid further shame.

“What do you think those stars up there are anyways?” She begins, making Giyuu remember the time where his sister read him a book that contained some random facts about stars.

“My sister said that they’re giant burning spheres of gas.” He answers, chuckling from the fond memory.

( Y / N ) stares ahead blankly. “Oh, I bet she’s just making that up.”

Giyuu becomes overcome in disbelief. What? Tsutako? Lie to him? Why?

“Why would she lie to me?” Giyuu’s voice quivers, trying to process the idea that his big sister could’ve had lied to him.

The girl sighs deeply. “Because, y'know, that’s what grown ups do. They make things up. Like Santa, Kitsune, demons… stuff like that.”

Giyuu says nothing. He looks straight ahead, processing what ( Y / N ) just told him. Yes, Santa and the infamous Kitsune could’ve been made up, but demons on the other hand? He wasn’t so sure himself. The old villagers tell stories man-eating demons roaming around at night, and the tales of Demon Slayers protecting human lives who emerged since the first demons appeared centuries ago. She had a point, he thought.

“Have you… ever made a fox out of stars?” The girl asks.

“Like a constellation?” Giyuu raises an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“Um, of other things. Never tried a fox though.” The boy replied, ocean-blue hues tracing out the stars, making small little animals and shapes from it.

The ( H / C ) girl goes silent, ( E / C ) eyes gazing longingly at the shimmering lights. “…Do you want to make one?” She suggests.

Giyuu’s mouth morphs into a big grin, and he nods excitedly. “Yeah, we’ll make the bestest constellation ever! Let’s see who makes one out first!” He challenged ( Y / N ), a mischevious glimmer present in his eyes.

The ( H / C )nette glances at Giyuu, lips tugging into a small smirk. She returns her vision to the bright moon above, and hums in agreement.

“Okay, we’ll start in three.”

“Three, two, one, aaaand sta–”

“I see it.” The girl simply announced.

Giyuu sweats. How did she see one so fast? He didn’t even get the chance to find one himself! No fair!

“Er… Where?” he enquires.

“In the sky.” She smiles softly. Giyuu gave out a deadpan look.

“Um, but where in the sky?” He asked, one more time.

“Think big.” The ( E / C ) girl replied vaguely.

“Eh..” Giyuu scratches his head in confusion.

“Bigger than all the others.”

The girl’s hints confused Giyuu even more. He stared harder, trying to make out even the slightest sign of a fox constellation. Then, it hit him.

“Wait a minute… WAIT A MINUTE!!” “I SEE IT!!”

( Y / N ) chuckles softly at the boy’s outburst. “Tell me what you see.” She requests.

Giyuu enthusiastically raises his arm, and points at the night sky above. “There, right??? There’s two ears, three whiskers, and it’s head!”

“What else?” The girls asks.

“And there… there’s it’s two arms and feet!” Giyuu continued.

“Yes. What else?”

“And.. And the moon!! The moon is it’s big, round, belly!”

After that, both children broke out in laughter, their voices filled with happiness echoing through the luminous horizon. It truly was a wonderful moment for Giyuu and (Y / N). When they calmed down after minutes of delighted laughing, a grin never left (Y / N)’s face as she proceeded to admire the giddy boy in front of her.

He was really something special.

Giyuu turns and ponders at the girl. He was wondering if she enjoyed any activities, because they were at a festival. “Have you ever checked out any of the festival games earlier?” he asks. (Y / N) responds by shaking her head. “No, I haven’t. While I liked to see how different the village looked, I’m pretty much too clumsy to win a single game. Have you?”

“Yeah, I did.” he responded. “Oh, have you won anything?” she further inquires. “Uhm … I’ve earned this little figure of a fox.” The girl’s jaw drops, and pleadingly she looks at Giyuu. “May I see it?” Giyuu flashed the girl a gentle smile “Oh,sure!” as he proceeds to rummage his kimono, and taking out the wooden fox.

The ( H / C ) haired girl takes the fox figure from his hand and admires it for a little while. “I wish I could win one for myself..” She sighs deeply.

Giyuu looks at her with admiration, as she proceeds to appreciate the figurine. Suddenly, he heard his sister’s voice yelling out to him.

“GIYUU?!”

The blue eyed boy jumps in panic. “Eek! That’s Onee-san calling!” He exclaims frantically. ( Y / N ) glances at him, and sheepishly hands the fox back. “Here.” She smiles sadly.

Giyuu looks at her, and noticed that the girl took a liking at the little fox. “You know what.. keep it. It’s yours.” He grins brightly, giving the girl a thumbs up.

The boy’s kind act startles little ( Y / N ). “Mine?” Uncertainty evident in her voice. Giyuu simply chuckles and nods in response. “I can always get another one.” He reassures the girl.

The girl gratefully looks at the boy, before asking him one final question. “Would you be here next time?”

“Yes. Will you?” Giyuu almost instantly responded, and hopes for a similar answer from ( Y / N ). After all, he enjoyed every minute he spent on that breathtaking Cliff side, and particularly the time he spent the adorable girl in front of him.

He would love to meet her again.

“Yes.“

Giyuu’s expression lightens up at her response. “Same place, Same time?” he suggests.

“Yes.“ She grins.

In newfound happiness, the boy jumps around. He then starts to go back to where he came from, but before he could take a step forward, ( Y / N )’s voice calls to him.

“What if you forget.. or get lost?” She asks nervously.

Giyuu turns around, and meets her gaze with confidence. “Then we can always regroup at the moon, silly!” He winks playfully. “Right on the fox’s tummy!”

“GIYUU!”

“Coming!” he shouts in response. One last time, he glances at the girl and waves farewell. He leaves the area hurriedly leaving the young girl dumbfounded.

( Y / N ) returns her gaze to the moon above. She blushes as she thinks of Giyuu, gently stroking the wooden fox she had grown to love. She thought about how she bonded with the boy, and how wonderful her time had been with him. She looked down, and bashfully chuckled. Oh, how excited she was to see him again.

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Since that night, the girl kept her promise, and every new festival, she would always return to the cliff side. Although with the rise demon attacks and the growing risk being alone at night, the sight of Wisteria trees always protected ( Y / N ). However, every time she came, there was no sign of Giyuu.

But that’s okay.

She’s sure he would return the next time around. That’s because he promised. Because she promised.

Weeks turn into months. Months turn into years. Despite the constant waiting, she would always return without fail. As the seasons changed, so did she. From a young girl filled with energy, she blossomed into a beautiful young woman. Even with the changes all around her, she still loved everything the same. Like her beloved fox figurine, despite being all worn out, she still continued to take good care of it despite it’s age.

However, a young woman overlooks the boisterous events happening in the festival in favor of walking down an all familiar path, into the Wisteria filled sanctuary she loved during her childhood.

( Y / N ) takes out her precious fox figurine as she sat down, as she is reminded of the fond memories she had experienced here. The sound of the crickets, the flowing water, and the gentle brush of the soft breeze tickling her senses. The moon even seemed to be even bigger than before. She sighs, as she closes her eyes and travels back to that night.

The night she spent with Giyuu.

Her thoughts were cut-off short when she heard rustling and footsteps from behind her. The woman turns around to face the source of the sound, but her eyes begin to water and tears started to fall down as she stared at the man in front of her.

He looked different, of course. He grown a lot taller, he might’ve even gained a little bit of muscle. He sported some kind of uniform, that he wore underneath a mismatched Haori. Despite of the threat of a katana hanging from his hip, the ocean-blue hues and the dark raven locks he possessed was enough proof that it was truly him.

The man hurriedly runs up to her, engulfing her into a tight embrace. The moon’s rays cascaded down to them, stars brightly twinkling and glistening just like that night many years ago.

After years of waiting, they’ve finally reunited. Under the fox’s bright belly, nothing can separate them anymore.

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writers-block-is-now-a-person · 3 years

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Even Truth Lies in the Thicket

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

The following days were a blur. I played countless melodies on countless instruments, just to please the countless guests Lady Elowyn entertained. All sorts of Ladies and Lords came to congratulate Elm, all asked questions of the shy Astria and how he managed to get her hand.

I ignored their conversations as much as I could. I was shivering through each performance, not from fear, but something colder in me, trying to tell me something. I ignored it, my music quality was more important than silly fear.

I think it had been a week since the announcement. I had played almost every hour of every day, my fingers and arms and lungs hurt. I had never realised how much pain plucking strings and blowing flutes could cause. I had been dressed in fine silk dresses and velvet suits for each performance. It was Lady Elowyn’s way of showing me off, as well as her newly high status.

It was just after dusk, the sun had turned the sky a deep purple, stars dotted the sky. The windows were open, allowing the cool breeze in and billowing the curtains. I was curled up on my bed, the pillows creating a small nest. Lady Elowyn let me rest properly for the night, after noticing the blisters on my fingers and the darkness under my eyes.

“I forgot you were mortal, your music seems so much more ethereal for such a weak creature,” she had said, guiding me to my rooms.

“Why should we take care of such a weak creature then?” Dale sneered from his perch by the window. “Wouldn’t it be less of a hassle to enchant the instruments?”

Lady Elowyn ignored her son, he continued to glare at me as we passed.

I had used the rest of Elm’s balm on my fingers, the pain made me hiss but the bumps had started to ease. I cradled my hands as I tried to get some rest. The fire in the grate burned slowly, the logs charred ash.

A rock bounced off the side of the bed, flying in from the window. I was too tired to investigate, fae threw rocks at mortals all the time.

Another rock, round and red. I knew who was throwing these stones. These red pebbles came from Locklan’s family estate, scattering the paths that wound through their maze and gardens. Locklan wanted something from me.

I could hear him climbing the vines and bricks of the house, he was not a very good climber. His red hair and wide smile popped into the window frame. His amber eyes glowing.

“Heard the songbird was given a rest, how’s the preening?” He shimmied himself onto the sill and propped his feet up on the frame. If this was a different story, he would be prince charming coming to save the princess locked away in the tower.

I tried to smile. “My hands hurt too much to brush my hair, and I have no need for vanity.”

“So I’ve heard, songbird,” Locklan gazed around the room. He never minded the mess, his family thrived in mess and chaos. His family’s mansion was always littered with drunk fae from revels and all the ruined extravagance that came with them.

I still felt embarrassed, Lady Elowyn would faint if she knew another fae had seen the state of my rooms. I pulled my feet under me and cleared my dry throat. “Why are you here?”

Locklan rolled his head to face me, his eyes narrowed, he smiled smugly. “You know, dear songbird, so why chirp and question?”

I did know, but I also hoped tonight would be different.

Locklan stepped into my room, swinging his legs over the seats under the window. He offered his hand to me, the fire made his silhouette glow. “Come along, little song bird, time to take flight.”

The sinking feel in my gut had left, now replaced with hatred and need. I took his hand gently, he was careful with my blisters. Locklan helped me into a long coat and tall riding boots, I didn’t realise how sensitive my hands would be after playing for a week.

We stuffed pillows under the embroidered quilts, creating the illusion that I was sleeping. Locklan climbed out first, using the thick wisteria vines as foot holds. I took my time, I was not taught to climb out windows, I was raised to perform.

The grass was soft under the boots, silencing my mortal steps. Locklan moved like wind, silent and flowing. He held the cuff of my coat and led me through the immaculate gardens of my own home. I never had time to admire the flowering gardens of Lord Bryn’s estate, the large and colourful flowers blurred around me as Locklan hurried through.

He pushed through the surrounding wall, thick rows of aspen trees and twisting ivy, holding my cuff tightly as he dragged me through.

We emerged into a clearing, where Opal and Evora waited patiently. Opal was fluttering, her moth wings, stirring up the leaves under her. She squealed with joy and took me in her arms.

“I’m so happy to see you! It has been ages since we last talked,” Opal smiled brightly, holding my face in her hands. She was wearing a black dress with fluffy skirts and thick slippers with ribbons that wound around her calves.

“Hush Opal, we don’t want to alert anyone!” Evora whispered, her dark green cloak matched her dark skin and eyes and covered her entirely, masking her ethereal beauty.

Opal pouted and took my hand, careful of the blisters. “Of course you wouldn’t worry about not seeing her, how many times as Harper played in the palace halls?”

Evora looked guilty. “Just because she’s played in my home doesn’t mean I could talk to her, I was crowded with suitors and questions at every turn!”

Opal wanted to retaliate, Locklan made a show of ruffling his coat to get our attention. “As much I love to reunite with our dear songbird, if we keep this up we won’t be back before dawn. And Lady Elowyn will have her head if she finds out that her songbird has left their cage.”

He was right, but he didn’t have to say it like that. We all followed him out of the aspen forest and into the thicket that surrounded Folkshire. Opal fluttered next me, then seemed to blink out of existence. The first time she did this, I almost screamed, I never expected her to turn into a real moth. Her family were luna moths, able to change their appearance from fae to moth instantly. Opals teal and green wings fluttered silently around my head, she seemed happy. I could faintly hear her voice giggling.

I watched Locklan closely, his transformation was always fascinating. His pace quickened into longer strides, he seemed to shrink in on himself as he leaned forward. His snout grew from his face, ears from his head, and soon he was a red fox trotting through the fallen leaves beside me.

“I wish I could morph, all the fae who morph get up to far more fun than me,” Evora huffed next to me, she seemed far to close.

“It is rather fun, until you get caught in a fox trap,” Locklan said, voice clear from fox jaws.

The fae who could morph themselves could still talk, that’s how you got stories of talking deer and foxes in the darkest parts of the woods. It was the fae, happy to create some stories to weary travellers.

Evora couldn’t morph, she didn’t have the power to. Only very few fae could, that’s why Locklan and Opal’s families were so well regarded.

We walked silently for a while, the forest was cold and silent, I pulled my coat tighter. To other travellers, we would be seen as two young girls following a fox and being pestered by a large moth. No doubt that would create stories of a clever fox guiding lost girls to the town.

The thicket grew denser, the trunks of the trees were thicker, their branches lower. I didn’t know what type of trees they were, I guess they were magic of some sort. They had dark green leaves and even darker wood. I’ve heard stories of the woods eating people, making them turn in circles, or making them walk for days on end only to emerge with having no time pass at all.

I never liked the thicket. I don’t like these trees.

Evora held tightly onto my coat. She wasn’t touching me exactly, and my arm kept trying to pull away from her. But I knew that if she let go, I would be lost. The magic of the thicket was far stronger and older than Lady Elowyn’s, only the fae born in Folkshire can navigate it. We climbed over fallen trees and through paths I would never have been able to see. Locklan led the way, Opal’s wings gave off a soft glow.

I knew Evora could see. That’s another thing the fae have over humans. With their senses being almost double mine, they have no trouble walking around in the dark.

We climbed over one last log. Months ago, Locklan had wedged one of his red pebbles into the wood, the pebble acting as a marker for us. We had broken through into a clearing of sorts, the magic trees had thinned out and I could see the cobbled road a few metres ahead.

Locklan sniffed the air, his whiskers twitching in the wind. “This way, not far now.”

Evora and I followed, Opal fluttered higher, desperate to see the lights of the little mortal town. We weren’t going into the town, not tonight. We traveled along the cobbled road, I could see tire tracks and hoof prints. I remembered the old horse ranch that was just on the outskirts of the town. My heart ached, it ached for something I never had.

With the thicket on one side, and the mortal forest on the other, I could see the difference in trees. The enchanted thicket seemed darker, impenetrable and untouchable. The thicket looked haunted. The oaks and pines on the mortal side looked harmless, leaves rustling in the wind, branches swaying slowly.

We kept walking, following Locklan as he guided us through the outer parklands of the town. I heard the sound of laughter, the smell of a campfire and melted chocolate. The sickening need in my heart hammered away, the greed ugly.

Locklan circled the camp first, then beckoned Evora and I forward. Evora whispered under her breath and blew, the air shimmered around us. She had used some sort of glamor, some spell to keep us hidden from human eyes. We huddled behind a fallen oak tree, it’s trunk thick with moss. Evora and I watched the group of mortals with wonder.

They sat on weathered stumps and chattered around the fire. Two sat close, one holding a spool of wool while the other knitted a blanket that was draped over both of them. One was leaning forward and gazing at the flames, they seemed distracted by the flickering heat. There were two others, one held a bright red ukulele and was laughing through jokes.

I knew who the one holding the ukulele was. It was me. It was the fae child they switched me with.

They had the same hair, face shape, eyes and even skin tone. But they looked nothing like me. They had clear skin and eyes that glowed in the light. Their hair flowed like silk and they held themselves with such confidence it made me feel fake. They looked like my reflection, but maybe they were the better version of me.

The mortals around them might not have seen it, but Evora and I could. I could see their pointed ears and teeth, the black slits replacing round pupils. They were fae, but they disguised themselves to look like me.

The mortal holding the spool of wool chuckled slightly. “Come on Harper, there’s no way Caroline’s jokes are that funny.”

The girl next to the fake Harper scrunched her nose. “And what would you know about humour?”

The spool holder smiled. “More than you, morgue girl.”

Caroline stood up, Spool Holder did as well. The knitter beside them made a startled sound and pulled the Spool Holder back down. The Spool Holder mumbled apologies and sat back down, smoothing out the blanket their friend was knitting.

Fake Harper stood up and smiled. “Come on guys, no need to be mean. We’re here to have fun. Let’s enjoy the time we have before school starts again and we are all flogged with homework.”

“Says you, Straight A’s,” the boy staring at the fire said, he seemed unimpressed. “You hand up your work the day after and it’s bloody perfect. You have no idea how long I’ve spent on essays.”

Fake Harper looked uncomfortable, they swung the ukulele under their arm and smiled. “Well, I have no control over you, but I have control over the mood.”

They plucked the strings, I cringed at their melody. The ukulele was in dire need of tuning but Fake Harper sang a crude song anyway. The group laughed and smiled and sang with him. Evora frowned next to me.

“They are nothing like you,” Evora said.

Locklan had prodded my side and pulled at my sleeve. He wanted us to leave. I tried to pull Evora along with me, but I couldn’t touch her. She seemed frozen in place, hands still placed on the mossy log.

I followed her gaze, she had locked eyes with the boy who had been staring at the fire. He seemed angry, or scared, or entranced by Evora’s beauty. Locklan had latched onto Evora’s sleeve with his jaws and pulled her away, dragging her out of her trance and through the oak and pine.

We ran quickly over the leaves and cobblestones. Locklan didn’t slow down as he leapt over the log we crawled over before. He didn’t slow his pace through the thicket either, not even stopping to check if we were following. I couldn’t see Opal, I hoped she was behind us.

Locklan stopped when we were on the fringes of the aspen forest that surrounded Lord Bryn’s property. Evora and I struggled to catch our breaths while Locklan shifted to his human form. His brow was knotted.

Opal appeared, she stretched her arms and wings. “Why the hurry? What went wrong?”

“He saw Evora, or Harper,” Locklan said. “I don’t who he saw, but he saw us.”

“Who did?” Opal questioned.

“The boy watching the fire,” Evora said, she sounded startled. “I don’t if he really saw us, or if he just heard Locklan in the leaves.”

“Do you think he could have seen you?” Opal asked, eyes wide with fear.

“Surely not, my glamor cannot be seen through by mortal eyes,” Evora said, still, her voice shook.

We had ventured out at night countless times in the past few months. These only started when I was bought by Lady Elowyn, before I was her property, I belonged to a market worker who used my music to attract customers. All of his woodcarvings were horrible, so he used my music instead. My melodies attracted Lady Elowyn and she bought me from him.

It didn’t take long for Locklan to notice me at revels, he pestered me with questions and jokes in an attempt to befriend me. Then he introduced me to Opal, who then brought Evora into our ring.

When Locklan learned of my Switching, he spent days trying to find my Fae Switch. Then we started sneaking out to see them. I have seen Fake Harper laugh riotously with their friends down a dark street, ride their bike over a large rock and go tumbling into a stream, throw stones over a frozen lake and then step onto the ice themselves, unafraid of the frozen waters. I’ve watched them and the friends I should have march down the street in coloured flags.

Every action they did, they looked exactly like me, but their wide smile and glowing eyes and pointed ears meant I could never be like them. I felt guilty for the humans my Switch had befriended, and knowing that they would never like the real me made me feel worse. I would never have that human life, of eating bright coloured ice cream that stained your tongue and singing loudly around a campfire. I could never have that, I never will.

Tonights adventure had shaken us, that human boy looked straight at us. None of us knew if he actually saw us, but the prospect of his knowing there were other people in the woods would create suspicion. From what I could remember, the boy watching the fire was called Flynn, he never talked much but followed Fake Harper even if he hated them.

“There’s no way he could have seen us!” Opal said. “Evora’s magic is too strong to be seen through by mortal eyes. There is nothing to worry about.”

Evora nodded, most likely to reassure herself. “Opal is right, he must have been looking at the shadows the fire created. My magic is not weak.”

Locklan crossed his arms, he didn’t seem convinced. “Well, if your so convinced that we were not caught, how about we all retire for the night. I heard there is a tournament tomorrow so Elm can prove his strength for Astria.”

Locklan was right. I have been watching Elm practise his sword skills in the garden today, I could tell he was anxious. Elm was not a knight, but he was skilled with a sword. I hoped he had enough skill and strength to win tomorrow.

Opal took my hands again, her wings kept her above me slightly. “We can’t follow you home, Harper, but we will see you tomorrow if you’re there.” She wrapped her arms around me, fluffy hair smothering me. “Sleep well, the stars will watch you rest.”

Opal often said that. With her mother being the Royal Astrologer, Opal often said whimsical things about the stars and planets. Opal would sometimes predict the future with the stars, sometimes she got it wrong, but she tried anyway.

She fluttered back, letting Evora say goodnight. She couldn’t touch me, but she tried anyway. Her dark eyes kind as she said goodnight. She left with Opal, heading towards the palace in silence.

“You shouldn't look at her like that, songbird,” Locklan said, his gaze careful. “Princesses don’t fall for mortals.”

“It’s not that Locklan, it never was,” I lied, thankful my mortal tongue could. “She seemed to be startled by that boy, he seemed to have shaken her.”

Locklan sighed. “Sometimes magic is weak when we don’t focus, something could have shimmered through.”

“Did you do anything?” I said, walking towards the ivy and aspen wall.

“I was under the log, watching the Fae Switch sing their horrid tune. I only noticed the boy look over when he didn’t look back to the fire,” Locklan admitted.

He couldn’t lie, not even slightly, so I knew he was telling me the truth. Locklan helped me through the ivy barricade and through the gardens. He didn’t have too, but he did. He followed me back up the wisteria wall and into my bedroom, helping me out of boots and coat.

“Can you manage the rest?” He said softly, gesturing to my clothes and the bed. The fire had died out, only warm coals left, my room was cold.

“I’ll be fine Locklan, I’m not as weak as you think I am,” I didn’t mean to be harsh, but I hated being insulted by fae.

“I never meant it like that, you know I would never insult you,” he couldn’t lie, I knew he was honest. “I just wanted to make sure you’re all right. I know that sometimes our adventures leave you desperate for reassurance.”

He was trying to be kind, but his words still stung. I swallowed the hurt and smiled. “I’m fine Locklan, truly.” I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly, his coat smelled of woodsmoke and cinnamon. “Thank you Locklan.”

He hugged me tightly back. He let go slowly and creeped back out the window. “Goodnight, little songbird.”

He was gone, and all was left was silence. I closed the window and flipped the latch, keeping them locked for a while. I changed into something less tight and buried myself under the heavy quilts. I only had a few hours until sunrise, then a few sparse hours before I was needed.

I tried to sleep, but the face of the Fae Switch flashed in my head. Their perfect face taunting me. I could never be them, I could never be that perfect.

All I saw was the gaze of the boy by the fire. Flynn. His eyes were cold grey, he had startled Evora. He had seen something.

I couldn’t sleep, I tossed and turned in the blankets. My fingers ached, my head pounded. And my gut kept trying to tell me something. Something was wrong, or something bad was about to happen. And I know I would see it coming, only if I knew what it was.

The sun had peaked over the horizon, turning the sky pink and my room gold. I rolled over again, burring myself under the covers. Desperate the get some sleep, desperate for some rest.

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dudeandduchess · 5 years

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can you write Kyōjurō with a s/o who he meets because she’s a member of the wisteria family and he’s staying at her family home after a mission. He’s immediately smitten with her to the point he’s an embarrassed mess! and her grandma is planning the wedding 10 minutes into their introduction. thank you for being a champion in the kyō best boy club!! you are easily one of the best writers in this fandom!!

Hello, bbys! I hope you two don’t mind, but I combined your requests since they had the same premise. But please, if you have other requests, feel free to send them in. :D Hope you guys like it!

I had so much fun writing this because it gave me a break from all the angst. Ahaha. Not that I don’t love writing angst. It was just a nice change of pace??? UwU

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Kyōjurō x Pillar F!Reader who is a Member of the Wisteria Clan (SFW Scenario):

“It looks like the rain isn’t letting up, (L/n),” Rengoku began with a worried frown, as he looked up from beneath the canopy he and his fellow Hashira were at. “Maybe we should find shelter?”

(Y/n) cursed under her breath at her comrade’s suggestion; not because she thought it was a dumb idea, but because she knew of the perfect place to seek shelter at no cost at all. What was holding her back was the fact that it would be catastrophic— for her— if she were to bring a man home.

Her grandmother would most likely have the wedding planned within ten minutes of their arrival. And that wouldn’t have been a problem, had she and the Flame Hashira been a couple.

But they weren’t.

Besides, the fact that she harbored very strong feelings for Rengoku wasn’t helping her case— at all. She would rather battle Muzan by herself, instead of take the Flame Hashira home with her.

However, she felt sorry for him. His body temperature ran warmer than most peoples’, but he was still very susceptible to getting cold— and getting sick. She didn’t want to be the reason why her comrade got sick; all because she didn’t want her family to embarrass her in front of him.

So, it left her no choice.

“I know a Wisteria House nearby. We can go there for shelter,” She admitted softly, then immediately averted her gaze when she felt a warm blush color her cheeks.

Kyōjurō’s smiles tended to fluster her so badly, that she always opted to hide her face from him whenever he shot her one of those smiles.

“Come on. Please follow me, Rengoku-san.” With that, (Y/n) used her haori to cover her, before running through the rain.

It didn’t take long for both Hashira to reach their intended destination. The mansion gates loomed over them— tall and imposing in the vast clearing— but what surprised Rengoku was when (Y/n) didn’t bother to knock.

Instead, she merely pushed the gates open and beckoned him inside. “Please come in.”

“Are you sure this is fine?” The Flame Hashira asked through the din of the rain around them. “This is trespassing, (L/n).”

(Y/n) looked up in mild alarm at his words, because he was right. He would think that way because she hadn’t told him that they were at her clan’s estate. But, as soon as she opened her mouth to explain herself, she was struck speechless at the full image that greeted her.

Kyōjurō’s hair was extremely wet, and the tufts that usually stuck upwards were practically glued to his head. His face was also wet from the rain, with thin streams of water running down the sides of it— but she would be damned if she didn’t admit that it was the most breathtaking sight that she had ever seen.

Rengoku stared back at her earnestly. His gaze had softened at how beautiful she still looked beneath the rain, and he felt his heart start to beat harder in his chest.

She leaned in closer to him, as if entranced; while he— in turn— licked his bottom lip and swallowed past the lump in his throat.

It wasn’t exactly a secret that he harbored feelings for the Lightning Hashira, but he simply had never had the courage to confess to her.

He had always been fearless in all his endeavors, except when it concerned his feelings for her.

“(Y/n)-sama!” A frantic cry rose over the sound of the rain, and immediately the water hitting (Y/n)’s face ceased.

The young woman looked up— as the spell around them was broken— only to see that two of her family’s attendants had come running to shield them with umbrellas.

“(Y/n)-sama, you and your companion should go in,” Ichika, the woman holding an umbrella over the Lightning Hashira’s head, implored politely.

And slowly, almost awkwardly, both (Y/n) and Kyōjurō were escorted inside the main house. They were given a change of clothes and time to get themselves bathed.

However, the one request that the ladies left with both Slayers was that they had to go to the main dining room to have dinner with the matriarch of the house.

Kyōjurō had been fine with it, even smiling at the woman who had been attending to his needs. But (Y/n)— who had been led to her old room— reacted quite negatively.

She wanted to scream all while she scrubbed herself clean of all the mud and dirt. Hell, a part of her wanted to take her sweet time, in the hopes that her grandmother would go to bed before she made her appearance; but that was before she realized that the old woman could ask Kyōjurō so many embarrassing things.

Like if they were a couple. She just knew that her grandmother would stoop that low.

So, with a renewed sense of urgency, she hurriedly rinsed herself and threw on her old yukata.

She didn’t even bother to brush her hair in her room; instead, she chose to brush it while tromping down the halls.

When (Y/n) reached the dining room, she almost wanted to scream in horror— because Rengoku was already there. And he was chatting amicably with her scandalous grandmother.

She hurriedly sat down at the empty space next to the Flame Pillar, before offering a shaky smile to the older woman.

“Obaa-chan... I see you’ve met Rengoku-san,” (Y/n) began awkwardly, which made both people at the table quirk their eyebrows at her; both for entirely different reasons.

“Is that any way to refer to your future husband, (Y/n)? Where’s the sweetness? The familiarity? Child, where have I gone wrong while raising you?” Her grandmother immediately let her words loose, which made (Y/n)’s eyes widen in mortification.

She just knew that the old hag was being dense on purpose.

And from his spot beside (Y/n), Kyōjurō froze as a blush warmed his cheeks— all the way up to the tips of his ears. His heart hammered even harder against his chest, and he resisted the urge to let a grin tug at the corners of his lips.

“Obaa-chan, Rengoku-san is a friend! Don’t just assume things!” (Y/n) protested, all while cupping her red cheeks with her hands. “You rude old hag!”

“You little brat. How will you get married with that attitude? I’m dying and my dying wish is to see my only grandchild get married!” Emiko, the (L/n) matriarch and (Y/n)’s grandmother, answered in a shrill tone— before taking her cane in hand and lightly hitting her granddaughter over the head with it.

Kyōjurō had to stifle a laugh at that, but he also took pity on the woman beside him because she had to put up with so much.

It explained the initial hesitance he had picked up from her earlier. She most likely didn’t want him to see her get whooped by a woman in her seventies.

So, even though he knew that he shouldn’t— because he was inevitably giving himself some semblance of hope— he decided to cut in and save his fellow Hashira. “Don’t worry, obaa-san... I’ll be sure to marry your granddaughter no matter what happens.”

“What?!” (Y/n) almost screamed, but her voice was barely heard over her grandmother’s excited chatter.

“Oh my! That’s very valiant of you, Kyōjurō-kun! Should we set the wedding up for next week, then? I’m sure we can have the preparations done quickly.”

“No! There will be no wedding, you old bat!” (Y/n) protested. “Stop embarrassing me! Please!”

And after that, the table— thankfully— lapsed into an awkward silence. But silence was still silence, no matter what form it came in.

However, (Y/n) was still afraid... because her grandmother still had an evil glint in her beady little eyes.

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And come the end of dinner, she found out exactly why the old bat had looked so smug: she had given her and Kyōjurō one room to sleep in— her old room.

“I’m sorry, Rengoku-san. Now you know why I didn’t want to bring you here,” The young woman apologized softly, as she made a conscious effort to hide her blushing face from the Flame Hashira.

They sat on top of their respective futons— which (Y/n) had pulled away from each other earlier— as they made idle conversation before turning in for the night.

“It’s no problem at all... (Y/n).”

The use of her given name had her snapping her gaze up at him; and when she saw an unsure smile aimed at her, she almost melted on the spot. Almost. But with a shake of her head, she gathered her wits about her once more and spoke, “For the record, I have two other cousins. So please don’t believe my crazy grandmother. You don’t have to... marry me.”

An equally flustered expression made itself evident on Rengoku’s features, and he reached up to idly scratch at his warm cheek— all while he averted his gaze from the woman in front of him. She had presented him such a good opportunity, so he had to grasp it with both hands. It was now or never. “What if I wanted to? Marry you, that is.”

Silence answered the Flame Hashira’s question, which alarmed him. He immediately looked up at (Y/n)— only to see her blinking at him owlishly. It seemed like his question had broken the normally astute Hashira.

“You what?”

He worried his bottom lip between his teeth— such an uncharacteristic gesture, but the only thing he could resort to at that moment— as he thought of how to phrase his words correctly.

But eventually, he just decided to be forthright with his words— as was his usual demeanor. “I’ve always had feelings for you, (Y/n). Romantic feelings. Ones that make me want to marry you. Ah! I hope that wasn’t too forward. It’s just-”

Kyōjurō couldn’t continue his tirade, as (Y/n) had already crawled over to him and pressed her lips to his in the faintest of kisses. “I love you too... Kyōjurō.”

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simpingforthisonedeer · 4 years

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Chapter 3: A Reprise

Summary: Whiskey, flirting, crack, talk about magic, more whiskey and then, a loooot of frisky 😏😏😏

Notes: This is just a fun chapter at a whopping 7102 words but every detail is important so keep that in mind...

oh and there’s NSFW at the end ;)

Aika spent hours until evening helping Raymond and the rest of the captains to come up with formations for every thinkable scenario while enjoying food and drinks brought in by the servants. And then she happily spent the last hour with Julius to come up with contingencies for specific scenarios while the captains and the Magic Emperor either tried to relax, or took a power nap while the two laboured through.

It was early evening when they finished, and all the captains packed up their papers, maps, notes and the official plan. Aika took off her heels and sat down in the nearest empty chair with a groan. Captains walked by and patted her on the back sympathetically and in ‘goodbye’ as they dragged their feet out the door. All except one.

Aika laid her chin on the heel of her palm as she watched Julius decant what she assumed was whiskey, with half-closed eyes. A warm hand on her shoulder drew her out of her drowsy state.

“Aika.”

“Yes, uncle?” she looked drunkenly over her shoulder. He looked as tired as she felt. Raymond’s eyes flickered to Julius before he looked at her reprimandingly. She shrugged imperceptibly and rolled her eyes and shook her head, telling him not to worry.

“Captain Julius wanted to speak with you for a moment.”

She yawned as she nodded. She assumed he would. She told him she was a traveling mage then she turned up at his meeting saying she was also a tactical strategist. Raymond squeezed her shoulder and laid a hand on her head.

“You did a really good job today.”

Aika gave him a toothy smile. “Thank you,” she murmured.

He patted her head gently and nodded at Julius, who nodded back. Raymond silently made his way to the door and gave Aika one last, fond look and closed the door.

“Would you like some whiskey?” Julius asked sedately.

“Yes, please,” she took the Old Fashioned from him and smiled when her fingers brushed his. He took the seat opposite to her with his own glass, which was a significantly smaller portion than hers, and appraised on another.

Tall, short, blond hair, a killer jawline and deep, violet eyes twinkling at her in mild amusement. Aika stared hungrily at his bow-shaped lips as she bit her own.

“Is this what you meant by very soon?” Her eyes flicked up to Julius’ as she took a sip. Then it became clear. Her uncle was supposed to organize a meeting between Aika and Julius to let him know about her services but he called her in during a key, strategic meeting for her to show off her skills instead.

Aika nodded and gave him a lazy smile. She stood up with her heels in one hand and walked over to her backpack next to the window. She swiped the fake plans she needed to pass on to Jayce so he could deliver them to the Diamond Kingdom. Then, she paused abruptly when she noticed the trees she planted earlier.

It was getting dark out and the wisteria trees shone brighter than she had ever expected. They lit up the whole area. Some guards, a maid and the Coral Peacocks and Praying Mantis Captains stood around and admired the trees and its flowers.

“What’s wrong?” Julius came up next to her in a flash. “Oh.” He noticed the trees

“They’re beautiful…” she whispered.

“They haven’t been there before…”

Aika turned to him with a coy smile.

“I planted them this afternoon for Master Raymond,” she put her sunhat, heels and papers into her backpack and shrugged it on. “Him and my father loved to relax in the gardens together when they were younger,” Aika opened the windows, swung her legs over the windowsill and perched herself comfortably on it.

“Master Raymond’s your Uncle,” He plopped down next to her, his starry eyes still on the bright, purple trees. “Why’d you reveal that to me?” He looked at her from the corner of his eye. “Sharing classified information with family members can get you and most likely Master Raymond arrested if you don’t work for him in official capacity.”

“I know.”

“Then why?”

Aika took a sip and sighed in satisfaction. This whiskey burned real good, and it soothed the nervousness in her gut. She turned to Julius and answered,

“I wanted to be candid with you and continue to be so because I want to leave you with no doubt that I’ve never lied.”

“It’s alright. Your work needs a cover so I understand any ‘lies’ about that.”

“Oh.” She expected the absolute opposite of that reaction.

Julius laughed when her face fell.

“And don’t worry, nobody is arresting anyone. You proved yourself to be quite skilled today. All the Captains were impressed and you got them all to agree on a plan which is nearly impossible,” A wry scoff escaped his lips as he shook his head. “Every rule has an exception and you were exceptional today,” he winked at her. She averted her eyes with a blush and a small smile.

The pair continued to admire the wisteria trees in comfortable silence as they took an occasional sip. While it was nice, Aika hated the silence because the ringing in ears got louder so she decided to continue speaking.

“You remember the night we met?” Julius nodded as he took another sip to hide a smirk.

“Felt like a dream, to be honest.”

She turned to him with a perplexed look.

“A dream? What do you mean?”

He let out a wry chuckle.

“See, this one night, I just wanted to see some magic,” he began in an amused voice, “but then I got caught in this beautiful woman’s bear trap in the middle of the woods, got called delicious and instead of being devoured like I was hoping,” Aika’s mouth went dry at his intense gaze. “I discover she’s the only other Time Mage around. Then I get verbally thrashed and then we’re all friendly,” He threw back the last sip and sighed with a thoughtful look. “In fact, it never felt like we were strangers. We talked about Magic for hours. Turns out, the woman is not only really pretty but also super smart. It seemed like we had a lot in common,” he set his glass on the floor inside the room behind him and leaned forward on his knees with his eyebrows furrowed and a pensive look.

“We parted ways with a vague promise of seeing each other again and then the next day, I was told about a woman who’s been working with Master Raymond named ‘Aika Tolliver,’ someone who would possibly have to work with me after the war is over and I’m Magic Emperor,” he said, looking pointedly at her. Aika shrugged helplessly with a crooked smile.

She turned and stared at her glass as she swirled her drink. It was obvious he had been thinking about that night a lot and is absolutely shameless about it. She would be lying if she said she didn’t think of it often too. She had read up on all the files about him, his achievements, character profiles and open cases after that night. It was actually quite surprising that he wasn’t badgering her to show her more magic if the description of his quirks were true.

It was an open secret, apparently, that Captain Julius Novachrono was often child-like and easily distracted by magic. He loved nothing more than to wander around the kingdom to witness more variety of magic than do his work. As far as they both knew, they were the only two arcane stage Time Mages. The Freese family had also used a form of Time Magic but it was a much weaker version.

But he wasn’t exactly like the character profile stated. Yes, he was fascinated by magic, in fact they discussed Magic for hours the first night they met, but he wasn’t badgering her like it was the only thing he ever did like the reports implied. She was actually really flattered because he seemed more interested in her than her magic.

Aika knew that she shouldn’t court Julius while still wanting to maintain a professional relationship but she couldn’t really help it. He was so damn tempting.

“You sir, are,” she began as she bit her lip. “quite bold, I must say,” she said, addressing his beginning remarks. She shivered and hugged herself as a cold gust of wind swept by. Julius moved to take his cloak off and offer it to her but Aika took the edge of his cloak with a mischievous grin and wrapped it around her as she pressed herself into his side.

“Another thing we share in common,” she whispered as she nearly brushed her nose against his. Maybe a whole glass of whiskey was a bad idea. She was a little tipsy and a little too comfortable.

Julius parted his lips in shock. That was not expected. He knew he should be talking to her about what Master Raymond discussed with him: about her providing information about Clover’s neighbors, the underground, and covert missions. He was just being his flirtatious self to maybe bring her guard down but damn, two can play this game too. He recovered with a grin and wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close.

“I guess it is.”

She flashed a satisfied smile and turned to look back at the trees. She laid her head against his collar and took in a deep breath. The familiar, sweet smell of ozone came wafting from the man next to her. It was kind of like how her younger brother’s magic used to smell mixed with something that was purely Julius so she couldn’t help but smile at that. But as far she knew, Julius didn’t have any lightning magic like her brother, so she turned and pressed her nose to his collarbone to investigate the smell.

“Hey, that tickles!”

She pulled back with a laugh at his affronted look.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s alright,” He assured her as he gave her one of those smiles where his eyes went soft and Aika felt like melting right then and there. She looked away before she did something stupid like kiss him silly.

There was another comfortable silence except for a shiver here and there from Aika which made Julius tighten his fingers on her hip. She controlled her breathing as she got warmer and pressed closer into his side. She had absolutely no shame.

“Hey,” he began as they both watched the sun set over the glistening trees. “I have a question about what Captain Leonardo said earlier.”

Aika looked up at him.

“About The Innkeeper?”

“Sort of,” he furrowed his brows again. “Why would The Innkeepers ask you for a favor if they had to face the two brigades? How would you help them?”

She tensed at his questions.

“I don’t mean to pry. Master Raymond has explained what you do for him in very vague terms, and your dossier was very bare. So, I want to slowly get to know you, either for work,” he looked at her shyly. “Or for just you.”

She was ready to get aggressively cagey and defensive again but she couldn’t help but melt again at his words. This man has been nothing but nice and cordial to her and she really needed to rein in her anger. Aika had also basically promised that she won’t lie to him, so she needed to tell him. And besides, she was a hatchet man for her Uncle and if she needed to continue being one when Julius was promoted, he needed to know.

She took his other hand with a fortifying breath. She brushed the back of it with her thumb in silent apology for her oversensitive reaction that he had no doubt noticed. But he was quick to reassure her nonetheless. He was patient and kind…

Does he want her to work for him or does he want to seduce her? In the direction he was going, it seemed like both to Aika.

She squared her shoulders, excited about the possibilities and answered his question.

“If they called me for a favor because two brigades rolled up in their tunnels,” she looked at him blankly. “I would take care of it.”

An intrigued smile crept onto Julius’ face.

“Really?” He turned his nose up with a taunting look. “And how would you do that?”

“I will try to be diplomatic first.”

“Good idea,” he nodded approvingly. “And if that doesn’t work?”

She bit her lip and looked away.

“Then, I would bring the private army to settle things.”

“Wow, you’re really The Dagger?! I would love to see you fight one day! How—”

“Uncle Ray calls me ‘The Dagger?’ That’s—”

“A badass title, Aika? Yes, it is.”

Aika pinched Julius’ side with a laugh, drawing out an undignified yelp out of him.

“That’s a cringey name, Julius!”

“Okay, okay! But I’m not the one who said it!”

She looked away with an exaggerated ‘hmph.’

“He calls me that because he thinks it’s funny that I always carry a dagger,” she scoffed as she shook her head. “And besides, ‘Wizard King’ is away better title,” she said childishly. She fiddled with the edge of her skirt for a moment before she noticed that Julius went quiet.

“What’s wrong?”

“You want to be the Wizard King?”

A beat.

Aika gaped as her lips twitched in suppressed laughter.

“Wh-What?! No!” She couldn’t hold it anymore and burst out laughing.

“I’m so sorry I’m laughing,” she wheezed as Julius looked over at her in concern. “I have not wanted to be Wizard King since I was 8, and, and,” she breathed deeply before she continued laughing again. She apologized profusely as she tried to catch her breath.

“I don’t know why that’s funny to you,” Julius grumbled with a small smile.

“No, no, it’s the way you asked. Like the sheer disbelief in your voice was hilarious. I’m so sorry, I don’t know why that’s so funny.” She wiped a stray tear. He had no idea.

“It’s just,” she took a deep breath. “I’ve given up on becoming Wizard King when my little brother said he wanted to be one too. Actually, I don’t even know why I wanted to be Wizard King in the first place. I was just a peasant in the Forsaken Realm who didn’t even know her attribute.”

“You were a peasant?” Julius blurted. “But isn’t your uncle a noble?”

Aika laughed. “My Uncle was a commoner who married into nobility and my father went to the Forsaken Realm to paint landscapes but fell in love and settled down there. So, I’m technically peasant-born...” she finished quietly, expecting Julius to maybe move away or be disgusted.

“Ohhh, that makes sense,” he nodded thoughtfully. He loosened his hold and turned to look at her with a starry look. “Will I get to see you on the battlefield though? I’ve heard so many great things about The Dagger and I want to see how you fight with Time Magic!”

“You’re not going to see me fight for a long while, Julius.” Aika was done fighting, especially other’s battles. It was why she left the Diamond Kingdom in the first place. She only ever saw her daughter during the weekends and the stress of her work, fighting and planning was getting to her mental health. She wasn’t going to fight again unless someone forced her hand.

“Aw, come on! Not even as part of an overwatch unit?”

“That’s a solid maybe,” she objected as she put her glass away. She wasn’t really the type to stand by and watch so she may change her mind after this weekend. But, after her ordeal with the Diamond Kingdom and their resistance movement, she was a lot more reluctant to pick up her swords again.

“Hmm,” he touched his chin. “Maybe,” Julius regarded her with a suggestive look. “I can change your mind.”

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow in interest. He moves really fast. “And how do you pl—”

He quickly attacked her sides with his fingers causing her to squirm as she pursed her lips shut and stopped any laughs or screams from escaping. Tickling her? Aika hoped for something way more different. She composed herself as she shook her head when he began to try harder.

“I think,” she began in a shaky voice. “That you’re just looking for an excuse touch me.”

She nearly slipped off her perch but Julius quickly caught her and looked at her with a pout.

“Can you blame me?”

“Not as long as I get to return the favor!”

And before Aika’s hands could reach his sides, Julius launched himself off the windowsill, towards the gardens as he threw a grin over his shoulder.

He wasn’t childish, he was just a mess of gorgeous chaos, and she could see it in the ever-present twinkle in his eyes that threatened to shine like the stars.

“Julius!” She leapt after him.

He landed gracefully on his feet and made a big show of running in the direction of the brightly lit wisteria grove as he laughed.

“Only if you can catch me!”

Aika landed behind him and ran after him with a wild smile. She ran past the guards, captains and the maid admiring the grove and followed Julius into the center where she created a clearing earlier that day. Aika blinked and he disappeared.

She situated herself in the center of the grassy area and spun on her heel as she scanned the area for an ambush. She was a Time Mage too so speed wasn’t really an advantage if he wanted to sneak upon her but she was too tired to properly use Mana Zone without accidentally suffocating someone so she avoided using her magic. She had to trick him instead.

She pretended to look in a direction longer than she did before and as predicted, a blond blur moved at her eight o’clock and she sidestepped him.

Aika grabbed Julius’ arm and twisted it behind his back and tackled him to the ground. He fell with an ‘oomph’ and groaned when she straddled his back. He leaned on his left side to avoid aggravating the bandaged wound on his right with considerable strain as she pressed down on him. Aika watched with a pleased smile and a blush as Julius breathed hard below her.

“You really thought you could just get away with it?”

He turned his head to the side with a cheeky grin.

“I don’t know anyone as fast as me so yes, I did.”

She retaliated by folding her legs underneath her like a pretzel and put all her weight on him.

“Don’t sit on my back!” He exclaimed as he struggled to buck her off. She pressed his arm harder with one hand and forced his head down with the other. Then an idea struck him and his grin grew wider. “Sit on my lap instead,” he suggested lowly.

Julius expected to catch her off guard and give him an opening to free himself, but he didn’t expect her to lean down to his ear and whisper,

“If you don’t behave, that is exactly what I’ll do and more.”

He inhaled sharply as all blood rushed to his cock.

Fuck. Not expected, but certainly not unwelcome either. Aika smirked as he stopped resisting and flushed redder.

“Are you threatening me with a good time?”

“And if I am?”

“Hey, Miss Tolliver!” Marcus, the Praying Mantis’ captain, called out as he entered the clearing with Leah, the Coral Peacock’s captain, at his side. Aika quickly masked her face with a playful smile and waved ‘hello’ at him.

“I didn’t know you were such good friends with Julius already. What did he do?” He asked with a laugh.

“Miss Aika!” Evan exclaimed in worry as he came running into the clearing, his hands ablaze with fire. Aika waved his concerned, mother-henning self off as she slid off of Julius’ back.

“I’ve known this man for less than 24 hours,” she addressed Captain Marcus as she made herself comfortable on the grass. “and he had already tried to push me out the window!”

Julius discreetly moved his cloak to cover his not-so-little problem as he quickly sat up next to her.

“Push you?! I didn’t push you and it wasn’t on purpose!” Aika crossed her arms and raised one sardonic brow. That was a lie to cover for him but if he wanted to blow it, he was welcome to do so.

“Oh, would you like to tell them what exactly you were doing then?” she motioned to Evan, Captains Leah and Marcus, who were becoming more invested in this conversation by the second. If he wanted to tell everyone that they were flirting, that was fine by her.

She turned in surprise when Jayce, her other guard, and Ellie, her maid walked into the clearing with cautious expressions. Perfect! Now, she could hand off the fake plans for the Diamond Kingdom. Aika waved them over with a happy grin as Julius stammered next to her.

She looked at him smugly, silently daring him to tell what he was doing that made her nearly fall off. He wiped the dirt off his face as he looked at her pleadingly. She hid a smile at his puppy-dog eyes and conceded.

“The window was opened and I was standing by it and he accidentally bumped into me. He didn’t say sorry so I chased him and he jumped out the window and I followed,” Aika lied. Evan looked between her and Julius in suspicion while Ellie and Jayce hid a snicker.

“That sounds like Julius alright,” Marcus chuckled as Leah shook her head.

“Lovely trees, aren’t they?” Julius asked a little forcefully. Aika looked around and nodded at his remark, letting him change the subject. It was completely dark out and the flowers shone brightly with a purple tint, completely lighting up the area. Aika would’ve made some flower crowns with the Wisteria if they didn’t sting her so much.

“Let’s continue speaking in the meeting room,” Julius addressed Aika as he stood up with a groan. He nodded at the Captains and the guards and offered a hand to Aika to get up. She nodded and took out the fake battle plans from her backpack and handed them to Jayce as the rest watched curiously.

“I was brought in today by Master Raymond, so they know,” Aika quickly explained when Jayce and Ellie threw panicked looks at the Captains. She took Julius’ hand and stood up next to him. “Give them directly to Generals Allard and Hennequin, okay?”

Jayce nodded seriously and tucked the papers inside his robe. The Captains turned to Aika in surprise.

“Are they your spies?” Leah asked in disbelief.

“Yep, the three of them are my assets. I trust you all can keep this little secret?” she pressed a finger to her lip with an enigmatic smile. “Master Raymond is already aware of them.” Aika let out huff when Julius gave them starry looks.

“What kind of magic do you guys use? Does it help you guys in spy work? Well, magic is too flashy so do you have transformation magic or something? I would think that would be the most usef—”

“Julius,” Aika pulled him back by his fur cape as he got all up in their space. “The answers to your questions are classified. Please don’t make them uncomfortable.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, haha!” He rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile. Sometimes, he just forgets himself when it comes to magic. He turned to Aika with a small smile.

“I suppose we should continue speaking in the conference room?” He offered an arm to her. She nodded and took his arm graciously. Any excuse to touch him was fine by her. They both waved ‘bye’ to the slightly perplexed crowd and walked back towards the tower as they threw secret looks at each other.

Ellie waved back in confusion. Jayce wound an arm around her shoulder as he leaned heavily on her, his eyes still on Aika. Evan hummed thoughtfully next to them.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” he asked. Aika and Julius flew up together to the window and back into the conference room, linking hands as they did.

“I believe it’s about the Captains’ retirements,” Leah piped up. “and Julius’ ascension to the throne.”

“The throne?” Jayce asked as he reluctantly turned to her disbelief. “He’s just going to be the Wizard King, right?”

“King Augustus enjoys a stress-free lifestyle,” Marcus said as he shook his head. “He may resent Master Raymond for having equal power to the king during wartime but he certainly takes advantage of it and passes all his paperwork to the Wizard King.”

They all nodded in understanding as a smirk crossed Evan’s face. The others might not have seen it in the dark, but he had certainly noticed how they linked hands when they were further away. The way his boss looked at the young Captain...Things might get interesting around here depending on how tonight goes…

Aika made herself comfortable on one end of the couch as Julius poured her a smidge of whiskey and settled down on the other end. She tucked one leg underneath her as she turned to face him.

“Am I going to have to drink by myself?” she asked cheekily as he put the decanter away. He patted his chest lightly.

“I have a slow-acting rotting curse on my liver. It’s going to be a while before that goes away so I can’t drink.”

Aika’s demeanor turned serious almost instantaneously.

“I heard there was a hired gang of curse mages in the last battle. Was it from one of them?”

He nodded slowly.

“Couldn’t you just rewind to the time when the curse didn’t exist?”

“Ah, no. Immediately after getting hit with the curse, they tied a mana resistance spell and its duration to it so I can’t dispel it yet. The healer mage said another week or two before I could begin to heal.”

“Ooh, that’s a rare curse combination. Combining a curse and a reinforcement spell is difficult,” Aika said, nodding as she fished through her backpack. “And even then, a mana resistance is a gamble unless you are very specific with your spell, or else your target is completely impervious to all attacks.”

She pulled out a vial of clear liquid and waved it at him.

“Here, catch!”

Julius caught it and examined it. It had a unique smell that he couldn’t name. He thought it smelled kind of like thyme and rain.

“Mana resistance is a good spell so there wasn’t a potion to remove it,” she motioned at the vial in his hand. “until recently.”

He examined it more thoroughly as he understood what this little potion meant. Mana resistance was actually annoying when it lasted longer than it should but no one had really developed a potion to counter it.

“Was it developed because soldiers aren’t able to heal themselves in battle because of resistance?”

“Among many other reasons.”

“Wow, so cool! I haven’t been keeping up with potion-making and I don’t think my healer did either!” He moved to uncork the vial but Aika stopped him with one hand. She didn’t realize she had even moved. They both looked at where their hands touched with a jolt and blushed.

“Sorry, I was just-”

“It’s okay,” Julius grinned at her, a blush still present on his face. “I don’t mind.”

Aika lips twitched with a shaky smile. She cleared her throat and focused on the vial.

“You need to fill it up with your mana first before you drink it. You can only dispel it-”

“With my own mana because I can only overwhelm a mana resistance spell from the inside out.”

“Hey, you know your stuff! An unrivaled magic nerd like they say I see.”

He grinned proudly and did as she told him. Aika watched as the vial glowed in his hands as he poured his mana into it. He uncorked it and raised it in cheers before throwing it back.

He handed the vial back to her and hovered a hand over his liver. Accelerating time wasn’t an option because that would leave him with a damaged liver. Rewinding time would mean the mana resistance would be back.

“What are you waiting for?”

Julius looked up at her big, expectant eyes and he forgot to breathe for a second. The moonlight from the window illuminated half of her face in the dimly-lit room and lashes fanned her cheeks when she blinked at him with an innocence he knew she didn’t possess.

“Um,” He motioned vaguely at his chest as it rose unsteadily. “I can’t rewind or the mana resistance would be back.”

“And accelerating would leave your liver damaged,” she finished with a thoughtful look on her face. Julius’ mind went blank when his eyes focused on her mouth. They spoke about magic with the same passion as his, lips that turned pink for a moment whenever she bit her lip flirtatiously, lips that would look wonderful wrapped around him—

“Hey, Julius?” she asked lowly. Gooseflesh rose at the nape of his neck when she leaned closer. He prayed that his trousers were covered in shadows.

“Yes?”

“You kind of spaced out. You okay?”

“Yes!” Julius shook his head to clear his thoughts and looked at her properly with a shining smile. “Yes, I’m feeling fine.”

“Okay, good,” Aika’s shoulders fell slightly as she gave him a relieved look. “I got an idea on how to rewind and step over the mana resistance. Well, it’s a theory. We would have to use combination magic though,” she said with a mischievous smile. That caught Julius’ attention. He had never used combination magic before! People with arcane magics often can’t.

“Aren’t our rewind spells the same?”

“Not necessarily. Your rewind spell is actually very different from mine.”

“Oh? In what way?”

She grew more excited as her idea became more coherent.

“My rewind spell undos the effects but your rewind spell, it’s resurrection something, uh,” Aika snapped her fingers and lit up when she remembered. “Chrono Anastasis, right? In the description on your grimoire page, it said that it undos events and keeps using the rune ‘event’ over and over again, compared to mine where it says ‘effect.’”

Julius furrowed his brow as he absorbed that information.

“How are ‘effects’ and ‘events’ different?” Aika settled down closer to his side, her knee pressingly eagerly against his leg and bit her lip with a smirk.

“Say for example, I tore your shirt off and threw it to the side,” she began casually, willing her face to stay still when Julius’ eyes nearly bugged out. “If I used my rewind spell on the shirt, the tear would repair itself but that’s it. If you used your rewind spell, the tear would repair itself as the shirt makes its way back on you.”

He swallowed thickly as he processed the information.

“So you’re saying that my spell, er, has a bigger sphere of influence at the base than yours.”

“A bigger diametral place, yes. And I’ve experimented with my Time Magic and I’ve learned to use it in pieces rather than letting the spell run its course. I’ve skipped over certain effects when rewinding but it's really hard. But, if I combined it with your magic where it distinguishes events specifically, I can differentiate the dispelling of mana resistance, get to the rotting curse, and rewind it!”

Julius gaped as Aika gave him a sunny look. He willed himself to breathe properly when her eyes flickered down to his lips.

“Do you get it?” He nodded as he gathered his wits and squared his shoulders. He lifted his hand, palm facing her as he let his giddiness take over. He was going to do combination magic for the first time! He’ll concentrate on that for now.

“Let’s do it then.”

Aika pressed her palm against his and nearly drew back when she realized how cold he was.

“Your hands are really cold,” she murmured. He smiled as a rush of cockiness overtook him.

“Maybe, you should keep them warm for me.”

Aika paused a beat and stared as he raised an eyebrow. Oh, she wasn’t going to back down from a challenge.

She twisted her wrist and took his hand, brought it up to her lips and placed a slow, open-mouthed kiss on his knuckles. The bold move short-circuited Julius and his erection pressed almost painfully against the front of his trousers. He stared at her in mild surprise as she looked at him from beneath her lashes.

“It would be my pleasure,” she said softly. She laced her fingers with his and nodded in the general area of his chest.

“Should we get to it then?”

“Uh,” he blinked and slowly pressed his legs together, not that it was going to hide much. “Yes. How do we do this?”

“Lend me some of your magic and I’ll rewind the wound,” Aika explained as her eyes stayed resolutely on his face for the sake of his dignity.

He nodded and closed his eyes and let his mana seep into her. He began hesitantly but relaxed when she squeezed his hand comfortingly.

Aika’s hand hovered over his liver and she watched in fascination as a blueish clock, very different from her own, spun counterclockwise. It kept spinning and accelerating until she knew she went back two weeks.

This was much more effortless than doing it with her own magic where she had to calculate the exact moment she needed to skip and actually perform the spell. It was kind of amazing to feel a different kind of time magic slide against her own mana. She expected to have some issues because combination magic that wasn’t spur of the moment required a certain amount of trust, and the proof that he trusted her even a little bit set her heart racing.

Julius took a deep breath and exhaled in relief when it didn’t hurt.

“Wow, it feels so much easier to breathe!” He exclaimed as he touched his chest. He gave her a big smile. “Thank you!”

“Your welcome, and now you can finally join me.” Aika let go of his hand and handed her glass to him. She stood up with a wink and instead of bringing the nearly empty decanter, she walked back to the sofa with a bottle of whiskey and another glass in her hands.

He raised an eyebrow. She shrugged shamelessly.

“I hope you’re not a lightweight for both our sakes,” he jibbed as he took a sip.

“A full glass couldn’t get me tipsy, Julius. Another glass wouldn’t make too much of a difference,” she plopped down next to him and reclined as she crossed her legs.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, Aika.”

“Mm, if I want to wake up, brain all sore, among other things,” Julius choked. “who are you to stop me?” She patted his back as he recuperated. He cleared his throat and turned to her with a deadpan face as if to ask if that was really necessary. She giggled.

“So Time Magic,” Julius gritted out in an effort to change the topic. “What else do you think we could do with our combined magics?”

“Well…”

They talked about time, space, the end, and the beginning, till their glasses nearly emptied.

“Your teleportation spell is not a time-space spell! It’s literally spatial magic! How-” “Nonono, if I’ve been somewhere before, it’s a moment in time. I can’t really go back in time, but I can go back in space.”

Aika snorted derisively as she threw back the last sip in from the bottle.

“Yeah, whatever you say, space boy.” Julius huffed in mock anger. “I would’ve asked if you were for hire if you weren’t so busy trying to become king—I mean, Wizard King.”

“Speaking of hiring,” Julius began suddenly as he looked into his glass with uncharacteristic solemnity. “Would work for me? This meeting was supposed to be about me convincing you—”

“I thought it was the other way around,” Aika blurted. “I thought I had to convince you?”

“Oh...”

They burst out laughing.

“I think we were too busy talking magic to be convincing each other of anything,” Julius wheezed out between laughs.

Aika breathed deeply in a futile attempt to catch her breath.

“Well, I at least know that you would be fun to work with,” she giggled as she tried to get the last drops out of the whiskey bottle. She looked up when he spoke.

“But you still didn’t answer my question,” Julius took a sip as he crossed his legs. “Would you work for me?”

Aika barely registered what he said. Her eyes were only on the drop of whiskey on his lip. His tongue darted out to lick it and it set her blood on fire. She resisted the urge to squirm and instead focused on the glass in his hand.

“Yes, of course, I’ll work for you.”

He grinned.

“Great! Three ‘yeses!’”

She hummed as her hand slowly inched towards the glass on his hand.

“Can I have the rest of it?”

“What?!” He looked at his glass and swiftly raised his arm above him and out of her reach. “No!”

“Please?” She pouted. Julius’ face flushed redder.

“You’re already six sheets to the wind. Any more and we’re looking at alcohol poi—”

Aika plucked it out of his hand with a smirk.

“Hey!”

She clambered backwards to the opposite end of the sofa as he leapt after her. She kept him at bay with her legs as she attempted to drink from the glass but he pinned one leg down with his hip and stretched his arm out to grab it from her. Aika quickly shifted up and arched her back over the armrest and kept it out of his reach.

He grunted when she tried to tickle him with her other hand. Julius looked down to scowl at her as she gave him a shit-eating grin but their faces fell when they realized what position they were in.

Julius was straddling one of her legs as he hovered a few inches from her face. Aika’s hair was fanned out in a halo around her as her breathing grew heavier.

Julius smiled drunkenly as his eyes flickered down to Aika’s lips. She pulled him gently by his cape and carefully brushed her lips against his, testing the waters, asking permission.

Suddenly, she was drowning in whiskey, lightning and the heady sensation of his insistent lips on hers.

Aika haphazardly set the glass down and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with equal frenzy. He hummed appreciatively and pressed his weight on her but kept his hips at a respectable distance.

He brushed the hair out of her face with featherlight touches and cupped her cheek tenderly. She knotted her fingers in his hair, lightly pulling as she went. She had been longing for him since that night a week ago and now her body ached to have all of him, feel him, surround him.

Aika brought up the leg he straddled and pressed it against his straining erection. Julius made a keening noise against her lips as he ground down against her thigh. She traced the arch of his spine appreciatively as he wantonly rode her thigh, making needy noises at the back of his throat as he did.

She ran her hands up the back of his thighs and squeezed his firm ass. He stiffened in her arms and sat up immediately, his eyes, sober and aghast. Aika’s heart stopped, thinking it was rejection.

“I’m so sorry,” he exclaimed. “I didn’t mean to kiss you so suddenly! I was just reaching for the glass and I didn’t really think. I don’t know if you were just flirting for fun or if it was serious and I shouldn’t assume like that.”

She gaped as he apologized profusely. Was this man serious? He was about to get fucked within an inch of his life and he’s sorry?

“Julius,” Aika called out, stopping him mid-rant. She stared pointedly at his straining cock and raised an impressed eyebrow. “You’re not sorry and I’m not either.” He flushed redder, if that was even possible, as her eyes roved over his debauched form. She grinned when an idea crossed her mind.

She planted her feet on the couch and flipped them over. He grabbed onto her hips at the sudden movement and grit his teeth to hold back any noises as she ground her thigh into his cock. Aika licked the sliver of skin high up his neck and bit his earlobe.

“You don’t get to flirt with me, touch me, kiss me and ride my thigh,” She ran her fingers down his chest “and be sorry about it.”

She wrapped her fingers around his clothed length and latched her teeth on the fluttering pulse of his neck. She gasped and tightened her hold when he whimpered in her ear.

Aika pulled back, her face pleasantly surprised. Julius panted through swollen lips and hooded eyes as he stared back at her, unabashed and eager.

A smirk crept up onto her face and she licked her lips. Perhaps she should move on to the next phase.

“I will tie you to my bed and wring every ounce of pleasure out of you,” she brushed her lips against his jaw. “if you promise to keep making those pretty, little noises.”

Julius let out a shuddery gasp when invisible hands began to stroke and caress every straining nerve on his body, any place that could elicit pleasure. Hands he couldn’t see touched his inner thighs, raked down his sides and stroked his chest.

“Yeah, just like that,” she cooed.

“Wh-what is that,” he gasped out.

“Mana Control: Mana Hands,” she explained. “Magic gets you excited,” she giggled as she continued “So I wondered just how excited it would make you to know that magic could also be used for pleasure.”

He bit his lip and moaned quietly at her words.

And suddenly, a knock sounded on the doors.

“Aika?”

Julius and Aika looked at each other in horror.

Oh, shit.

Notes: I hope you horny bastards enjoyed that ;)))

#julius novachrono #julius novachrono x reader #julius novachrono x oc #im thirsty for julius #legitimately cockblocked #oh what life #oc: aika tolliver #imma make memes for this chapter :)#my fic #demons run

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maeiso-trash · 4 years

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The Sunset in Your Eyes

A simple walk at twilight has never been so beautiful.

Or: Maeiso staring at the sunset and then each other for 2k words.

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It was Maehara’s suggestion, for him and Isogai to take an evening stroll throughout their neighborhood, just the two of them. “Consider it a date.” And so in tandem they walked, hand in hand, their footsteps in sync. There were smiles on both of their faces as they chatted aimlessly with lighthearted chuckles in between. Their words echoed throughout the quiet neighborhood, drifting away in the crisp evening air. A slight breeze traveled by every so often, combing through their hair, and brushing against their skin. The early twilight ambiance was tranquil as they walked at a leisurely pace, clearing their heads in the soothing hum of dusk. The low buzzing of cars rumbled in the distance, and there were a few crickets chirping their song. It was at that time when day faded into night, and the sky donned a color palette of soft blues and deep pinks, with occasional streaks of sunshine. They're one of the few people to be out at this hour, yet to them it seemed they're the only ones in this world, perhaps in their own universe.

Maehara suddenly let go of Isogai’s hand and shouted, “Catch me if you can!” with a laugh as he ran off elsewhere. He almost regretted his actions, instantly missing the warmth of Isogai’s hand intertwined with his. Maehara pushed the thought aside as he dashed throughout the neighborhood. He didn’t know where he was going, he just let his feet take him to his unplanned destination. The momentum of his body pushed the air and the breeze whipped against his face, his skin, and his clothes. Maehara glanced back to see where Isogai was. Isogai was chasing after him, a fair distance away. He’s too far to accurately read Isogai’s face, but Maehara guessed he’s having just as much fun. Maehara shifted his attention to the front of him, figuring he should look where he was going. In the near distance he spotted the local park, and decided it was a good stopping point.

It’s the park he and Isogai used to play at all the time. The park that held so many of their childhood memories. Just the sight of it brought Maehara a fluttering sense of nostalgia and a warm smile on his face. He felt like a little kid again, in a world where he could care less about everything. He wondered if Isogai felt the same.

Maehara slowed down his pace as he reached the playground, before speeding up again to run to the top of it. Out of breath, he walked over to the railing, his chest heaving up and down, heart ready to fly out of his chest from his run. He rested his elbows on the railing, and directed his attention to the distance where the sun was setting over the horizon.

The sunlight was warm, painting the evening cerulean canvas in streaks of golden yellow. The sun’s rays peeked through the trees as the wind rustled the leaves, their silhouettes swaying delicately with the breeze. The colors bled into one another, fluid pigments staining the canvas like a watercolor painting. Utility lines stretched across the canvas in thin inked streaks. Wisps of clouds blanketed the sky in plumes of deep wisteria. House lights twinkled and danced in the distance, and car headlights moved to and fro across the horizon.

Maehara marveled at the ethereal view before his thoughts were interrupted by heavy footfalls, which he could only assume belonged to Isogai. He whipped his head around, and Isogai was sprinting up the playground decks. The brunet stopped to take a breath once he reached the top, his hands on his knees.

Having caught his breath, Isogai walked over to Maehara, standing at his side.

Both of the boys' attention was on the setting sun. No words were spoken, only eyes captivated by the golden atmospheric phenomena. They’re in their own world, inside a polychromatic painting, the colors palpable, just within their reach. The palette was rich and vibrant, yet subdued and soft. A welcoming silence calmly washed over them like a tide, engulfing them in sunlit hues of twilight and blooming dusk. Who knew such a regular everyday phenomenon could be so breathtaking?

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” It was Isogai who decided to break the silence, his words coming out in soft breaths. He’s seemingly mesmerized, in awe at nature's display.

Maehara couldn’t blame him, and he let Isogai’s words drift away in the serenity of dusk before he responded. “Yeah, but you know what’s more beautiful?”

Isogai wasn’t new to his boyfriend’s (rather cliche) pick-up lines, and he could probably guess where this particular one was headed. Still, he decided to play along. “Oh? What?” He looked at Maehara expectantly, an eyebrow raised.

“Me,” Maehara said it confidently with a smug grin.

The answer caught Isogai off-guard, but he couldn’t help but snort, suppressing a chuckle that bubbled in his throat. He playfully hit Maehara’s arm, realizing he should’ve expected that response from him as well. A small amused huff escaped his nose, and the corners of his lips tugged a thin smile.

Maehara rubbed his arm as he chuckled along, quickly composing himself as he continued, “Me, and you.”

He paused for effect, placing his hand on top of Isogai's.

“Together.” Maehara gripped Isogai's hand tighter, interlacing their fingers. His lips curved into a fond and bright smile, a faint blush manifesting on his cheeks. Ah, what a dork.

Isogai's own smile softened as a light chuckle spilled from his lips. Now that was more what he was expecting, more of what he was used to. Sweet and simple, casual pick-up lines with a little Maehara Hiroto flair. Yet every time Maehara pathetically flirted with him, Isogai can't deny that his heart feels warm and fuzzy, beating rhythmically within his chest. The butterflies in his stomach tickle him from the inside, and he feels as if he’s floating. He guessed his cheeks are probably tinted pink, and he shifted his attention to the sunset out of embarrassment.

Maehara’s eyes wandered from their interlocked hands up to Isogai’s face, subconsciously gazing over his features. He noticed how softly the sun illuminated each little detail, which made him fall all the more in love. How Isogai’s umber hair, albeit a bit messy from the run, beautifully reflected the soft glow of the evening sunshine. How his gravity-defying antenna subtly sprung up and down with the waves of the gentle breeze. How his lips curved ever so slightly upwards, painting that princely smile (that always brightened Maehara's day) on his face. How his eyes gazed at the sunset with wonder, the rich color palette captured in his irises. How that faint blush on his cheeks brightened with happiness, a rosy hue. How obnoxiously perfect and charming he looked.

How unreasonably cute Isogai is to Maehara nonetheless.

How much he loved him. And always had.

Maehara's heart fluttered at that thought, and he couldn’t help but admire his best friend under the diluted wash of the mystifying sunlight. His best friend who he’d fallen head over heels for, tripping into a rabbit hole of suppressed emotions and intense, yet seemingly hopeless yearning. His best friend, and also boyfriend, who he loved dearly. Who he would do anything for.

Out of his peripheral vision, Isogai noticed Maehara gazing at him with a dumb love-struck expression and lightly flicked his forehead, snapping him out of his daze. "You know, staring is kind of rude," Isogai chided, although in a teasing way, and both of them knew it.

Of course, that didn’t stop Maehara from wincing at the flick with a dramatic whine, massaging the area with his middle and index finger. He narrowed his eyes at Isogai with a pout as his mind scrambled for a reason in order to justify himself.

"How can I not stare when you're right there? Being so unbelievably cute? It’s totally unfair," he sputtered out, gesturing wildly at Isogai, who shot him a bewildered look. He quickly composed himself with a sigh, reaching a hand out to Isogai. Two of his fingers were outstretched, lightly brushing Isogai's fringe away from his face, fingertips like rose petals on his skin. "And besides," Maehara began, delicately tucking a strand of hair behind Isogai’s ear, "I'm your boyfriend. I'm allowed to stare." He lightly tapped Isogai's nose as a finishing touch.

Isogai blinked a few times as he processed what Maehara just said before he meekly smiled, scrunched his nose and slightly furrowed his brows. "Whatever you say." He swatted Maehara’s hand away with a lighthearted eye roll. He rested his cheek on his palm, and directed his attention to the sunset. Yet they subconsciously traveled back to Maehara, whose gaze returned to the landscape. Isogai began to notice Maehara's features in return, which were illuminated by the transparent golden coating that glazed over him. He noticed a few mild scars and faint everlasting bruises on Maehara's face, the minor injuries Isogai ended up patching up. Not that he minded, of course. Under the dimly lit golden sundew sky, he noticed how Maehara's complexion glowed a rosy amber hue. How his hair seemed more soft, honey orange eyes all the more radiant, mirroring the sun. How his smile curved softly into his cheeks, eyes crinkling at the corners.

Isogai realized he had been gazing for a bit too long. Hypocrite.

Seemed like Maehara noticed too.

"Look who's staring now," Maehara teased, pointing an accusing finger at Isogai.

"I'm allowed to, aren't I, love?" Isogai questioned with a knowing smile, an eyebrow raised.

"Fine. But only because it's you," Maehara replied with an affectionate smile before he pouted his lips and pointed at his forehead. “Although, I think you owe me a kiss for that attack earlier.”

"You want me to kiss it better?" Isogai questioned, not that he needed to. The answer was written all over Maehara's face.

Maehara instantly nodded, his eyes glimmering with enthusiasm, reminding Isogai of a (not so small) dog. Cute.

A light giggle escaped Isogai’s mouth, and he gently cupped Maehara's cheeks, tilting his head down. Isogai swiftly stood on his toes, pressing his lips on Maehara’s forehead. He quickly pulled away after, planting his heels on the ground. “Happy?”

“Very.” Maehara nodded. He reached up and placed two fingers on his forehead, feeling a phantom sensation of soft lips, like flower petals delicately tickling his skin. A light bulb flicked on in his mind, and he shyly grinned. "Ah, but can you also kiss my lips better as well?"

Isogai rolled his eyes, glancing at Maehara skeptically. "Your lips hurt too?"

"They ache for you."

Smooth.

Isogai sighed, chuckling softly at his boyfriend. He gently took Maehara’s hand in his and intertwined their fingers, hands fitting perfectly in one another's. “Sure they do,” he responded in a low whisper, lips curving into a small smile.

Maehara returned the smile and tilted his head. Isogai leaned forward, closing the distance. Their eyes fluttered shut and their lips delicately pressed together. Isogai pulled back shortly after, and Maehara did the same. The kiss, like warm drops of sunshine on their lips, was chaste and short, only lasting for a moment. Still, the small interaction between them never failed to make their fluttering hearts soar to the moon. Never failed to paint a smile on both of their faces. Make their lips taste a bit sweeter than before. Emit a tingling sensation in their toes.

Maehara decided to place one last kiss on the tip of Isogai’s nose, grinning softly at the way his nose scrunched up after. He loosened his fingers around Isogai's hand, still delicately hooking them together.

"Spin, darling," he whispered in a feathery breath, slowly twisting his arm up and around Isogai's body.

Isogai quickly followed his lead with a compliant hum. The spin maneuver resulted in Isogai between Maehara's arms, his back against his chest.

With their hands still intertwined, Maehara rested his chin on Isogai’s shoulder. Strands of his boyfriend's hair tickled Maehara's cheek, but he chose to ignore it. He inhaled softly, taking in the welcoming aroma of coffee and floral herbs. Isogai melted in Maehara's embrace, laughing quietly as his breath tickled his neck. Maehara nuzzled his face in Isogai's shoulder in return, and slid his arms around Isogai's torso, hugging him tighter from behind.

There was a faint murmur of “I love you” before they fell into silence once again, basking in the serene radiance of the warm sunlight, watching as the sundew sky turned cobalt blue. Before night dawned on them and tomorrow arrived at their doorstep, they allowed their worries to wash away in the lucent iridescence of dusk, finding solace in one another's embrace.

It was so terribly ordinary. A simple evening stroll turned into sunset gazing. A dumb ploy to get Isogai to kiss Maehara, not that he would reject if simply asked. It was like any other date they went on. Nothing special, really. Yet, it felt magical somehow. As they're in their own universe, a world where everyone else is asleep and it's only the two of them, thinking about nothing in particular. Just enjoying this moment. Together.

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selfships-in-spanish · 5 years

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I’m about to be horny on main for a sec and say for magic world au the boys doing some magicky stuff during sex to make it that much better is so hot to me

OKAY, YOU AND FILTH ANON HAD THE SAME HORNY BRAINCELL AND SENT ME ASKS ABOUT MAGIC AU. LOOK.

FILTH ANON 🍆 WAS BROWSING TODAY. I noticed there’s no filth for the Magic au. Allow me to fix this mistake. Our favorite wizards going at it with Ona and they decide to throw some magic in the mix. As in, using magic for bondage, making her more sensitive to touch, etc. all up to you B)

jsdfalskfskl THANK YOU HAHAHAH

But true! It’s true we didn’t have any smut for the Magic World!AU 👀 So I really had to remedy this situation…

I may confess that between the whole confinement in Spain and the uncertainty of employment (I was changing jobs and then we were all hit by this :_D) I’m a bit in a rut, and well, Animal Crossing came out, sooo… (If you wanna play, send me a DM!!)

But have some mischievous wizard boys having fun with our darling girl B)

As always, a million thanks to @tinmiss1939 for being an amazing friend and fixing the mistakes!! :DDDDDD Go follow her, she deserves all the love

Connor and Richard concluded the conservatory had a special magic in it. It couldn’t be another way, some ancestral magic or unknown spell, but they always found themselves drawn inside, lured by the calmness, the beauty of it. The fact that they enchanted it themselves to appear bigger on the inside than on the outside had nothing to do with it.

Well, maybe because of who was taking good care of it.

Since being under her care, the conservatory regained its lost majesticness: the plants grew under her touch, flowers bloomed, life found itself in what once was a gloomy and decadent place… They couldn’t thank Merlin enough for the day they bumped into each other.

But the conservatory certainly had its magic.

It was a sunny day, and Richard enjoyed reading a book inside the conservatory with the sun rays warming his skin. The cushions were Ona’s making, rummaging through old closets and discarded pieces of fabric that were repurposed to be beautiful and plush pillows and cushions. It made the bench comfortable, so much that it made him fall asleep more than once, gaining himself a snicker and a nickname from Ona, something along the lines of ‘sleeping beauty’. But Richard didn’t know if it was because of the sun, warming him and his veins, or the sweet and fresh scent of the wisterias and sweet peas in full bloom, or the soft and gentle humming of her voice as she worked, that made him stand up and walk over the talented gardener.

Ona didn’t notice his presence, too absorbed into her work (and Richard was too silent, which scared her more than once), so Richard took that opportunity to admire the most beautiful flower in the entire conservatory. Her snow-white curls were everywhere, and Richard noticed she used her adorable hairpins to take some strands out of her face. Ona had her gloves full of rich and healthy soil, and judging by the smudges in her arms and face, she didn’t remember to take the gloves off anytime she had to scratch and itch. She finished tying a little rope to a stick to help a plant heal and grow after being accidentally stepped on by Connor. Once done, Ona stood up, wiping off the sweat of her forehead with the reverse of her gloved hand. She shouted all kind of colourful curses when she saw Richard next to the massive grown rose bushes, book in hand. As usual, Richard startled her by his silent presence.

Richard apologised, walking over her with a small smile on his lips.

“Aren’t you in a good mood today, you sneaky ninja-wizard?” ah, that was another nickname.

“Maybe I am.”

“Huh.” Ona rested her hands on her hips, brow raised and curious as to why. He could be moody sometimes, so this happier mood was hard to see.

Richard’s eyes rested on a smudge over her nose, following down her cheek. He smiled fondly this time, walking over where she stood with his book secured in his hand. Ona narrowed her eyes, but curiosity made her stand her ground.

“You got something here.” Richard lifted his hand, thumb gently cleaning the soil on her face. Ona held her breath, completely taken aback by his actions. Did he smell the enchanted roses? “I should enchant your gloves so you don’t smear dirt all over yourself.” Ona heard the teasing note in his voice.

He did not take his hand away.

“Where would the fun be at, then?” Ona’s own voice felt a tad breathless.

“True.”

His thumb was caressing her cheek.

Ona never knew what compelled her to stand still, to get lost in his blue eyes as his fingers moved over her jaw, gently brushing them against her skin until he lifted her chin. Ona could not deny the magnetic pull she felt towards the two wizards, how she would notice the longing looks, the excuses to touch her hands, to be close to her as the time that Connor said she had a bug in her hair and–

And Richard was inching closer.

His thumb brushed her bottom lip, marvelling at how soft it was. His eyes were a calm and peaceful sea. Ona closed hers.

It was a chaste kiss at first, his lips pressing into hers as he enjoyed the feeling and sweetness of the act, but after months of pining after her, nights where he wanted her by his side, their side, to see her curls on their pillows and sheets tangled around them… The need for more clawed its way up, making Richard drop his book to the floor with a thud, not giving a single damn about it, because it was more important to wrap his arm around her waist, the other hand freeing her chin to curl it on her nape, pulling her in and deepening the kiss.

Her sweet moans and whimpers spurred him on. Her arms wrapping around his neck to have something to hold onto fed the flames inside of him.

It wasn’t until they both needed to breathe that they pulled away, but not with Ona chasing Richard’s lips which made the wizard chuckle softly. He rested his forehead on hers.

“You have bewitched us, body and soul.”

Ona let out a small and soft laugh, teasing him for being such a hopeless romantic. She didn’t complain, though. It was… nice. Richard’s gentle smile made her heart jump. Such a beautiful smile had been seen by a very select few.

That kiss opened the gates towards a new relationship between the wizards and the non-gifted. Everything changed. Ona didn’t feel alone at night anymore.

But she never suspected what an appetite both wizards would have. They had endured months of finding relief only with their dreams (and their own hands) while the object of their desire was unaware of their feelings. Now that their love was returned, they never wanted to leave the house or even their rooms; the wizards would summon up food and water, waving their hands for clean bedsheets and instantly ready baths.

Ona also didn’t know how absolutely creative they could be in bed.

And how devious they could be outside of bed.

That’s how she found herself one day inside the conservatory, re-soiling on her workbench a little plant that withered on the past few days. A tickling sensation started over her nape, sending a full-body shiver down her body. It went away. Ona turned around, frowning. It must have been the wind from an open window.

But the tickling returned, now brushing slowly down her spine. Her back arched, breath catching in her throat. It went away again. Ona let out a shaky breath, having an idea of who may be behind this. But she let herself play into their game. The phantom touch returned once again, this time joined by another one. The invisible hands brushed up her thighs, going up her sides and slowly wrapping around her body like serpents. They squeezed her lightly, making her drop her tools on the table as she gasped loudly. It was a pleasant feeling, a secure sensation, so she let herself be engulfed by it.

A pair of hands joined the ones already playing with her body. It made Ona’s breath stutter, feeling how it teased her on her inner thighs, brushing her hip bones and going up her torso, pointedly avoiding her breasts. The other pair continued to sneak around, to further wrap themselves around her body, now going after her thighs and squeezing. Ona gasped again, having an idea of who might be behind those particular phantom hands. The first touch was a teasing, playful touch, liking to drive her up the wall to then abruptly stop, leaving her on the edge. Much like Connor. She felt her lips tug into a smile; the game was probably his idea too.

The second pair of hands brushed her neck, going up in soft caresses until they reached her jaw, feeling how they gently cupped her face. It was sweet, tender, verging on intimate, and she knew Richard was behind those. The hands moved again, feeling a thumb on her bottom lip, caressing her slowly until it shyly made its way inside. Ona groaned, feeling a slight pressure on her tongue, and she eagerly opened up more to wrap her lips around the invisible fingers.

Connor’s invisible hands, because now it was obvious who was who, trailed up her inner thighs again, squeezing her flesh until they reached between her legs. Ona felt herself clench in anticipation, but she didn’t know Connor was in an even more mischievous mood than usual. The fingertips almost brushed her lips, but chose to stay out of them. Ona tried to rock her hips, to get those fingers in her folds, but the invisible hold on her kept her from doing that. She growled in frustration, lightly biting the fingers in her mouth. Her rebelliousness was met with a light but sharp slap on her ass, making her jerk forward and moan around the fingers in her mouth. The invisible hands let her fall forward on the workbench, feeling them relax in her torso but tighten around her hips and legs, making her arch her back and brace herself for what was to come.

A cold and slippery sensation found itself trailing up her inner thigh. Ona gasped, unconsciously trying to turn around to see, even though she knew nobody was there, but the hands on her mouth and jaw kept her where she was. It felt as if it was a tongue, the tip drawing random patterns on her skin, leaving a cold and wet sensation on its path, and Ona also had an idea of whose tongue it was. It went from leg to leg, going up, almost touching her soaked folds… only to disappear.

Ona was going to strangle Connor.

Now there was a hot and slippery sensation, going from her neck to her collarbones. It gently swept over her skin, raising goosebumps all over her body. The cold tongue returned, working in tandem with the hot one, making its way up her body, passing over her navel, working up until it reached her breasts. The tip wrapped itself around the right nipple, the coldness making it harden instantly, and eliciting a moan from her. The hands on her hips finally, finally, moved between her folds. Fingers ran up and down, teasing her slippery nub, and Ona felt herself clench once again. The cold tongue left her nipple, going to torment the left one. This time, though, the hot tongue decided to latch onto the right nipple, occupying the now vacant space. Ona thrashed in her bonds, arousal striking her like lightning. It was a maddening sensation, to be teased like this, and being unable to take matters into her own hands. Ona knew the wizards liked the power, liked to be the commanding ones, and as much as she liked to be in their hands and at mercy in situations as this, one day she was going to turn the tables and make them beg.

But that was for another day. Today was absolutely not going to be that day.

For now, she was going to be teased into incoherency by wandering hands and devilish tongues.

The hand in her mouth disappeared, moving to join its sister on spreading her buttocks. The tongues disappeared too, and she felt the thrill of their unknown location go straight into her core. The fingers in her folds became bolder, teasing her hole before they delved in. In and out, in a scissoring motion, until they curled into a spot that made Ona moan unabashedly. The hands spreading her buttocks made her feel exposed, even though she was still fully clothed, and it send a wave of arousal through her. And then she felt it.

The hot and cold sensation came back, the hot swiping up, teasing her holes, and the cold swiping to her clit. Ona moaned with wild abandon, and she didn’t know which direction should she rock her hips. It was either into the motion of the hand or of the tongues. They decided for her, the invisible bonds holding her into place as they increased the intensity of their onslaught. Ona held onto the workbench edges for dear life, unconsciously arching her back further to make those fingers brush that particular spot again and again.

Ona knew her mewls echoed around the conservatory but she honestly didn’t give a single damn about it. It was only her and the wizards at home, and they were the horny little shits behind this, so they better heard her. She got her answer when the cold tongue stuttered into its ministrations, knowing Connor was losing his precious concentration. It seemed they were pretty close. Good.

Pure, unadulterated filth came out of her mouth. Begging, moaning, panting… everything she knew that made them both mount her like wild beasts on a rut. Ona grinned, knowing she accomplished her mission when Connor became more determined with his fingers and tongue. He pulled up his own tricks, and it was Ona’s turn to curse his clever tongue.

She was close. So close. Ona felt her orgasm creep up to her, the molten lava in her loins threatening to spill all over her body.

It was Richard who propelled her into it, getting his hot tongue inside her soaked hole alongside Connor’s fingers. Her body became completely still as she let the waves after waves of pleasure engulf her entire body, a choked gasp coming out of her mouth.

If it wasn’t for their invisible bonds holding her in place, her knees might have given out.

A hand came up to her face, caressing her cheek and lowering to her chin, gently persuading her to turn her head in the direction it wanted. She saw the semi-materialised magic, as if it was an ethereal and swifty arrow pointing her to the direction she should go, to a path covered in beautifully grown monsteras, fiddle-leaf figs and hanging potuses. After taking a couple of breaths and discarding her gloves, she followed it, more caresses encouraging her. Her panties were sticky, she was sweaty and needed to take a nice and refreshing shower.

Ona recognised that path, knowing it led to a beautiful indoor pool next to the absolutely breathtaking bay windows with the sun coming through them.

Connor and Richard were inside, both having a drink in their hands. They were the perfect picture of power, of dominance and self-assuredness. Ona saw a magnificent wooden tray floating in the water with another untouched glass and an opened bottle of expensive wine. Connor took a sip, winking at her while doing so. Richard smiled softly at her, setting his own glass on the wooden tray.

“I’m sure we can tempt you to a nice and relaxing bath?” Richard’s purr made her sigh contentedly, nodding.

As she stepped closer to the pool’s edge, Ona could feel their magic unbutton her trousers and untie her boots, gently taking off her clothes, until she stood nude in front of them. She could feel the wizard’s hungry stares on her, beckoning to step into the warm pool’s water and join them.

Ona could already feel the warmth of the water soothe her aches away. As she approached them, the wizards sat up, Connor waving his hand so the untouched glass was filled for the newcomer. He took her hand, kissing it before pulling her to him. Ona fell into his arms, giggling.

“I take it you liked it, didn’t you?” Connor muttered the words into her skin, his lips brushing against her neck. Ona’s pleased sigh made him smile.

“I don’t think I need to say it, considering how loud I was, but I may be inclined to stroke your ego a little bit.” Ona took her own glass of wine, letting the rich and deep flavour of it coat her tongue. It had been Connor’s time to pick, it seemed.

Connor chuckled, lightly biting her collarbone. Ona felt Richard move behind her, his fingers brushing away her curls to place a sweet kiss on her nape, slowly making his way to her right shoulder.

“There are more things we can try, if you’re amenable to it. For example, an invisibility spell in the park at a sunset picnic.” Richard’s hands slowly descended her sides, resting them on her hips. Ona’s eyes widened at the proposal.

“Are you suggesting public sex?!”

“I wasn’t, I was thinking something more along the idea of us being invisible and enjoying you, but now that you mention it…”

“Oh my God, you absolute menace.”

Richard chuckled into her skin, his hands descending until his fingertips reached her mound, deliberately teasing her.

“Let me persuade you into thinking about it, my dear, if you let me”.

Ona set the glass back on the wooden tray, knowing she would need her hands free to brace herself for what was about to happen. Completely in sync with each other, Richard let his fingers find her clit, while Connor busied himself into sucking her left nipple into his mouth.

If they persuaded her like that, she might say yes.

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parachutingkitten · 6 years

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Shades of Purple - Part 3

Part three! Here's where we take the turn off the deep end. But before you do, I left you a little Pixane!

If you missed the first few chapters, you can start here, or just read it all in one place on my Fanfiction.net page

Shades of Purple updates on Sundays and Thursdays

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8-10: Heather - Protection

Reflexes. Basic ones.

No need to go overboard, but being able to protect others and yourself is necessary in the world we live in today. Protection for those you love is important, and I guess you could say I'm in love with these machines.

Heather 1. Heather 2. Heather 3.

It had been a day. A day, that was all. Life was crazy and miserable, and everything and everyone was in danger but… nothing seemed wrong. Not to me. It didn't make sense. But, being able to talk with the team, for them to know I was alive, it was amazing.

"It was a reflective period. Sometimes it's nice to separate yourself and evaluate where you're at. Connect with the people you protect."

"I get it," Cole agreed. "Understand. Get back to the roots of why we're doing what we're doing, and what being a hero really means."

"And sometimes it's not the big things either." I held out my palm, a slightly faded purple star still stuck to my skin. "I keep this here to remind me of that."

"I bet there's an interesting story there."

I chuckled, remembering where I was, and who had given it to me. "Actually, it involves you."

"Really?"

"Yes. I was-"

I felt hands wrap around my waist as my body was lifted up into the air and spun around. When I landed, Zane's face was inches from mine.

"Zane!"

"Good morning."

We both laughed for a moment, our faces growing closer.

"I have something a want to show you." He broke his contact with me and instead started pulling me by the hand below deck.

I turned around as he tugged me away to see a giddily smiling Cole. "I'll tell you later! I have something I need to do to you!" I called out to him.

"Do to me?"

"You'll see!"

"Have fun!" he called back.

I rolled my eyes and turned back around, giving all my attention to Zane. My lovely, beautiful Zane, that I could touch and feel and hug and… well, kiss I suppose would be the next logical word, but we hadn't exactly gotten that far yet.

He guided me into a room I recognized quite fully as sensei's small tea garden, a beautiful location below deck with windows surrounding the room like a greenhouse, and various plants lining the walls and the ceiling and the floor.

"You kept it up while he's been gone," I smiled looking at the beautiful condition of everything in the room.

"We all helped out. Kai probably spent the most time here. He's not the best gardener, but he put all he had into it."

We spent a lot of time in here when I was a part of his systems. It was a quiet place where we could speak alone without bothering or confusing anyone.

"Cole kept watch on the soil, Nya kept up watering, Lloyd added lots of flowering plants. Jay added some small cactus plants so he wouldn't have to keep up too much maintenance. And I… decided to add-"

"Zane!" my eyes landed on the beautiful purple bunches of petals lining a hidden corner of the room he was guiding me towards. I raced toward them and cradled one of the cascading bunches in my fingers. "They're so beautiful."

"I felt kind of guilty. Everyone else wanted to honor sensei but… I think I took your loss a bit harder. I think sensei would have wanted me to use the garden for what I needed though. And at that point… I just needed a reminder of… you."

Wisteria is classified as a woody climbing vine. Perfect for decorating the untouched corner walls of an already overcrowded garden. "How did you know?"

"Your neural drive was a part of my processor for nearly-"

"Right!" I laughed. "There's no way you could have interfaced with me without seeing-"

"Wisteria. Every morning."

"You never even asked me about it."

"It made sense. It's not especially hard to think of you as a flower." He too touched the small petals that hung in front of him.

"Why?"

He paused for a moment. "You're… soothing, empowering, invigorating… beautiful." His eyes turned from the flowers to me. "And… delicate." he took my hands as a chill went up my spine.

I took one of his hands and held it between both of mine. "Your hands are freezing."

"Are they? I'm sorry, I don't mean to-!"

"I don't mind," I smiled up at him. "As long as you're okay."

I'm sure if his skin had been human, he would have been blushing. "My powers tend to act up when my emotions… intensify."

Zane was built to protect. He knew that. Everyone did, so it only made sense that his emotions were strongest when he felt protective. Sympathy. Some people would just call it love.

"Pixal… I enjoy you, very much. I enjoy having you back, and I enjoy your body, and touching it, and seeing it," he lifted his hand to cup my cheek as I leaned into it, embarrassing the chill. "but… it scares me."

"Why would it scare you?" I laughed.

"When I am a ninja, I have my brothers and Nya, and my falcon all looking out for me. When you go out… you don't have anyone else."

I gripped his hand resting on my cheek. "I can look out for myself. Samurai X is support for the ninja. Always has been. Not the other way around."

He pulled me forward and embarrassed me, holding me tightly to his chest. "I want to protect you," he whispered in my ear.

"You've protected me for years now. Now it's my turn."

He squeezed me just a bit tighter before releasing me and taking my hands again. "I'm glad you're back. I just…" he brushed a stray hair from out of my eyes before his hand found a place to rest behind my ear. "...don't want to lose you again."

I gripped his arms. "Don't worry. I won't let anything separate us again. I promise."

Never.

Someone who lies

Someone who kills

Someone who breaks a promise

Could never forgive themselves for it.

And I didn't.

I couldn't.

I had promised, it was my fault. My fault he was gone. My fault he was dead. My own stupid fault I was suffering through this… Again.

It stings worse the second time. Because it already happened once. It could never happen again. Not Again. Right? So you find yourself a distraction. But the only distraction from his death was the death that surrounded me. I thought I could use my teammates as a distraction, but no… I was theirs. The robot could bring us comfort, right? She would be strong. She would get through it. If no one else, surely she could. But I'm not that kind of robot. I can't just turn off my emotions. Not anymore. Not after Zane touched me with his heart, gave it to me, changed me, made me almost human. He did so much for me. I felt like I owed him everything. My life.

But I couldn't even give that for him.

I had failed. If I couldn't protect the one person in this world who loved me, who could I protect? Was this who I was? Was this my purpose? To destroy lives, to let people down? I knew what it wasn't. I was never built to protect anything. Ever. No. Not protect, assist. To put a smile on my face and help with mundane tasks and provide the illusion of easing the pain of others. To be the distraction. I wasn't a person, I was a tool for someone else to use and pretend to feel better. I was an assistant. That was it. Nothing more.

The team stuck together, but Ninjago was scattered. We received a call from my father. I couldn't bring myself to talk to him. He didn't even know I was physical again. He had no idea who I was anymore. And if he didn't know me, how could anyone? How could I?

He always believed in second chances. Maybe his faith was misplaced in the building location. Maybe not. It may have brought back the Overlord, but it was also the only major building in the city that still had power. After having defeated the Overlord twice, maybe it has a seal of protection over it. Maybe his second chances only worked the second time around.

It's home to me. Even when being attacked and invaded, it always felt safe. Maybe that makes me overly attached, maybe that makes me comfortable with evil. Either way, it doesn't make sense.

What he told us was that the building had lost power, suddenly, unexpectedly. It was purposely cut off. He didn't have any proof, but he felt certain the tower had been invaded. I suppose it might be hard to tell if the tower had been broken into when there are 100 floors and no alarms functioning. He felt unsafe. It made sense. He didn't know what to do, so he called us. But that's not what interested me. What interested me was the thing he hadn't thought to tell us when it happened.

A security droid had gone missing a few months ago; one that knew the ins and outs of Borg tower, one that would know how to cut the power if he needed to. The one based off of the blueprints of Cyptor.

...my father always did believe in second chances.

Hope you enjoyed! Leave your thoughts down below if you liked it, or not, or if you were impartial to it or whatever, I could always use feedback!

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urielsgate · 7 years

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Old Works - My Vampire Chronicles Affair

Just thought I would share something I wrote for a VC collaborative work back in 2009 . Truly enjoyed slipping into Armand’s wicked and yet quite irresistible mind, dark schemes and damaged personality. So yes, I plead guilty: always had a soft spot for the auburn haired cherub. Always will.

NSFW - Yep, you have been officially warned.

ANDANTE CANTABILE

Candles, sweet, pungent wine and rippling satin.

My nostrils caught the familiar blend as soon as we entered the grand salon. I closed my eyes and absorbed each scent lapping at my skin in warm, sensual waves. It was the ancient fragrance of lavishness, the golden ghost of a time and a place when happiness had seemed perfect and eternal.

I took a long breath in and slowly drifted my thoughts and gaze upon Lucas. The ghastly pallor of his Bauta played a striking contrast to the austere elegance of the long dark mantle and obscured any trace of amazement as he took a full circle to measure the sumptuousness of the venue. The heavy opaline Venetian chandeliers had been brought back to their ancient glory and it wasn’t to the artificial violence of modern electricity but to the suave light of hundreds of pure beeswax candles and to the exquisiteness of a Baldassare Galuppi’s harpsichord concerto that the soft grace of the mythological-themed frescoes reverberated across the plaster vaults of the palazzo. “Pretty high-class shit, huh?” He concluded and I wondered whether the remark was meant to strike me as smart or whether that was just some trivial attempt to sound downright offensive. Whatever the case, I was not impressed. “Old money.” I mumbled moving away from him. “Something, my dear, you are forevermore destined to contemplate from a great distance indeed.” “Well, you never know. I could still marry some rich Italian chick and join the club.” He pushed his mask back to better study the place. All around us swelled a pulsating multitude of brocades, almost unbearably vibrant colors and deep red laughing mouths glistening underneath the eccentric masterpieces Venice’s most celebrated mask artists and costumiers had fashioned exclusively for the event: the Grand Masquerade Ball della Marchesa. I swam across this perfumed sea of blood, smiling behind my funereal camouflage every time the tender, inviting warmth of a masked figure pressed against me through the dark fabric of my cloak as I slowly moved deeper into the crowd. I felt Lucas cursing under his breath behind me. He didn’t seem to enjoy the occasion as much as I did – our promenade among the most decadent nobility of Venice.

“Don’t worry, Lucas.” I turned back and whispered close to his ear. “No one here knows you’re just an unsophisticated debutante.”

“I guess they don’t know much about you either, right?” Through the gaping sockets of his mask his eyes gave me a rather apathetic glance.

“Be practical, Lucas. They know what I need them to know.” I bowed to the few familiar faces I recognized behind the peacock feathered masks as we walked slowly toward the heavily gilded Neo-classical mirrors paraded at the far end of the salone. And there we were, side by side, the boy and the vampire, both silently gazing for a fleeting moment at our reflection frozen within the golden framed surface. Lucas grabbed a Murano glass chalice from the buffet and snorted bitterly over the rim. My eyes indulged for a while on the suggestive sight of his partly exposed throat as each avid mouthful of wine he took dangerously magnified the darker outline of the veins pumping beneath his olive skin.

“Gently, Lucas. How about savoring the few gratifications life’s got to offer instead of punctually flushing them down your system all the time, hm?” The truth is I was quite thirsty myself.

“For the record, this is how I enjoy life.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his gloved hand.

I was getting quite bored at this point and made no mystery of it. I walked away and left him there on his own.

“Where are you going?” The perturbed tone of his voice almost completely muffled by the sudden outburst of laughter mounting from the group of rather inebriated damsels now dancing and giggling between us.

I didn’t even mind to stop nor turn back. “The time has come to let the Bauta teach you her precious lessons, Lucas. Enjoy the party. From this moment I plan to do the same.”

I caught the cascade of invectives oozing from his thoughts and chose to ignore it completely. Or so I liked him to assume.

I directed my steps toward the narrow gothic-moresque stained glass windows where, amidst her panoply of exotic cushions and devoted courtesans sat the venerable host of the evening. As soon as she raised her gaze, la Marchesa smiled to me in invitation.

“I would recognize those auburn locks under any disguise.” She laughed gracefully. “Come my child, let me see you. Come and give me one of your kisses.”

I untied the mask just for her and leaned to gently brush the softness of her aging cheek with my lips. She smelled of expensive cosmetics, rose and honeysuckle cologne and liqueur. Pure Italian patrician blood. Powerful, elegant and inherently devious.

“Good evening, mia Signora.” I murmured.

“And a very good evening to you, my dear. What a pleasure to have you among us tonight. Ah but you’re cold, come and sit with me for a while.” She patted the seat beside her.

I obliged and sat with her on the sofa, acknowledging her guests with distant politeness. “I wouldn’t have missed your Ball for anything in the world.”

“Ah, you’re tongue is almost sweeter than your face. I wish my nephew was as adorable as you are. Look, there he is, with that horrible woman he imported from America.” She sighed. “Tragically, my Giovanni never developed good taste in anything.”

Indeed. I knew him quite well, the handsome and dissolute Giovanni. He had introduced me to his lovely aunt some months before and everyone apparently assumed he and I knew each other either from university or some other conventional contingency. The truth was quite different, of course. I had met him at one of those private gathering where humans surrender to their most licentious instincts and perform what they perceive as an emancipation of the flesh and the senses. The sad but I must say also rather entertaining truth is that this appears to be nothing more than yet another desperate delusion mortals need in order to endure the insignificance of their existence. For a while I enjoyed this sort of speculations – I sat in a dark quiet corner of the room and observed the spasmodic amalgam of bodies coupling like famished animals, the respectable wife disheveled by the crude, powerful thrusts of a perfect stranger under the close scrutiny of her consort, the despotic politician sobbing his pleasure under the vicious castigation inflicted by some well-remunerated street boy, until the place was drenched with the thick smell of sweat and semen, which inevitably left behind the unmistakable and inexorable fragrance of their despair.

I smiled to Giovanni and he raised his glass in response and I wondered if he planned to introduce his latest American trophy to his little secret itch for younger boys. La Marchesa gently held my hand and drew closer, lest others overheard her whispered confidences.

“Let him have his fun while he can. I know all too well how and when decency should be restored.” She gently smiled to me.

How I loved her practicality. Her status and prestige would not compromise to nuisances such as sentimentalism of any sort nor compassion. It fascinated me to realize she had lived all her life without even wondering what regret was. What a superb teacher she is. I know Venice and I will miss her terribly.

Couples were swinging to the hypnotic cadence of some modern composition and as the conversation now coasted toward more unexciting subjects, the arrangements of an imminent wedding, the restoration of a villa near Chioggia, the ever so fashionable rumors about common enemies, I felt the time had come for me to escort Lucas away from the curvaceous nymphet who ever so generously fed him a couple of her pretty colored illegal pills. Once again I embraced la mia Marchesa, kissing her under the reproachful eyes of her most intimate friends and, politely, took my leave.

I followed Lucas and the girl outside. The white pebbles along the garden paths glowed beneath the torches flickering radiance and the night smelled of moist grass and mint. For a while I watched him fooling with the girl until she left to go back in, possibly to fuel their psychedelic cocktail with a couple of wine glasses. Others came, all boys this time, they started to chat and laugh and eventually offered Lucas some more oblivion in the form of a joint and he quickly forgot about the young lady’s graces he nearly planned to probe in not so platonic terms. His mind was a spectacular mess and it took all my determination not to laugh out loudly when, in the end, he realized who the dark, motionless shadow sitting on the stone bench under the weeping wisteria tree was and shuffled his way to meet me.

“Hey.” He waved.

“Hello, Lucas. Are you having fun?” Luckily, the Bauta screened the quivering smirk on my face and I made sure the tone of my voice didn’t betray the slightest shade of amusement. He was gloriously stoned.

“Yeah, great party.” He crashed on the bench. “Look. Huh… I’m slightly drunk, I think.”

“Drunk? Lucas, you’re delirious!” I lost all composure and laughed openly. “Don’t worry, I’m not in the mood for admonition. I’m not your guardian, remember?” I admit I stressed the last sentence with deliberate malice.

“Cool.” He crossed his legs and began to torment his mask. His hair had fallen loose from the black velvet ribbon I had personally fastened at the base of his neck and I could only partially see his face. “I’m reading your book again, you know.” He said.

Yes, I knew of course, but pretended this left me placidly indifferent. Which ultimately was the truth.

“Can I ask you something?” Suddenly his eyes flashed with a boldness I rarely had noticed before.

“Go ahead.”

I felt his stare travelling down on me. “From what I gather, I’d say you used to be the kind of guy unlikely to turn a cold shoulder to whatever kinky leisure got in your way, you know – at least until you joined that coven of vampire freaks.”

I lifted my mask and arched a brow. “You do realize this doesn’t sound like a question at all, don’t you?”

“No, no, I mean, yes. Look. Let me put it this way, ok? The thing is no matter what the books *don’t say* about it, I know for sure vampires enjoy sex even more than mortals do. So I reckon you must be like Lestat and Louis when it comes to…”

I smiled. “Fornication?”

Oh I loved the chaos storming across Lucas’ hallucinated brain. “Well, you do, right?” He laughed and leaned closer.

“Is this some sort of drug-induced incoherent proposal, Lucas?”

He blushed fiercely and straightened his back. “Christ, wait, no, that’s not what I mean!”

I laughed and made a small gesture with my hand as if to say ‘go on, I’m not going to dismember you just yet’. Lucas took a deep breath before giving it a second try.

“Ok, here it is. I know you like to act cool and detached but if you think back on when Marius sent you to those brothels – and you had plenty of chances to experiment different stuff there, right? – Well, I was just wondering,” He paused and smirked. “What did you like the best—girls or boys?”

Somehow I knew where this was about to lead and so I simply told him the truth.

“As a matter of fact I enjoyed both. Immensely. However, if I must take sides, I’d say my preference goes to the games I played among the soft-eyed male youths who ever so skillfully initiated my body to endless ways to receive and deliver pleasure.”

Lucas bit his lip and mentally revoked fragments from those passages our passionate philanthropist David Talbot has so scrupulously collected a long time ago.

“I like that part of your story.”

“Yes, I can see that. However let me warn you: words can offer only partial, nebulous impressions of what reality is, Lucas. You should have been there to fully appreciate the rigorous training I underwent.” I gave him a slow, knowing smile.

“Hm…” The sinful young one chuckled. “I wish someone made a movie about this.”

Now. That was quite a fascinating consideration.

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After the ball we wandered the city, mingling with the vivacious crowds of Campo Santa Margherita, listening from the Ponte della Donna Onesta to the exuberant recitation of a Carlo Goldoni’s Commedia and finally roaming the caliginous silence of the deserted alleys near the Arsenale until we both craved to return to the quietude of the island.

I helped Lucas stepping out of his outfit and then closed the door of his room behind me, leaving him to deal with the all too human consequences of a night of excess. I went downstairs and partially disrobed, still reflecting on the conversations we had exchanged. And just when I was about to seek my beloved armchair and the comfort of the fireplace, a sudden gust of intoxication overwhelmed me. It didn’t take any effort to figure out where it came from. I lifted my gaze toward the ceiling, sharpened my senses and smiled knowing all too well what my young guest was up to in the intimacy of his bedroom. I closed my eyes and pushed my perceptions until I could almost envision his figure leaning against the headboard of the bed, the muscles of his abdomen tensing under his probing fingers, his mind quickening once again the torrid visions of my initiation within the brothel walls Marius had delivered me to.

I didn’t fully realize the potential of the game I was playing until I unlocked my most intimate memories to let them flow from my mind into Luca’s in a torrent of vibrant visions. I pulled him with me in a backward journey across the centuries, leading him to the dim-lighted voluptuousness of that Renaissance harem and resurrecting its beautiful host of boys and the enticements of their kohl-adorned gaze and ruby, ever smiling lips. I guided his hand to the soft dark curls at the root of his organ and tortured him some more with the spectacle of supple limbs surrendering to my will and caprice. He felt, as I revoked it, the hot tightness pulsing around me when the boys let me ride them until pearly tears of pleasure dripped slowly down the perfection of their inner thighs. And then, as I pushed his fingers down the throbbing need between his legs, he envisioned me, a mortal auburn-haired adolescent, withering under the ministrations of the prettiest boy of the house. Lucas gasped at the sight of me sustaining this Adonis’ powerful domination, this splendid creature who triumphantly laughed like a young god above me and pressed my wrists into the perfumed carpets, grinding at each deep thrust his sculpted hips hard against me while others softly whispered my name and claimed my mouth and nipples, their fists vigorously pumping till the very last drop of bliss was drained out of me.

I knew I was pushing him to the proverbial limit. I sensed Lucas’ blind lust gushing thick and feverish through his blood stream, yes, I could almost smell it as his hand worked faster and faster toward deliverance.

He came with a loud, delicious cry.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. I sank back into the embrace of the armchair, pressing my tongue on the small wound freshly carved in my lower lip in a rush of impulsive fascination. How long it had been since I last savored the taste of achievement. I felt magnificently inspired. Not even I could have predicted such a heartening finale to our first official night out in Venice and now an entire constellation of potentialities shone before me as I mused upon the tantalizing prospect of turning Lestat’s rustic and impetuous protégé into perhaps my most ambitious project.

I lazily moved my hand downward and acknowledged the consequences of my little experiment with an idle caress.

I could already foresee more entertainment to come.

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