#geralt x black ofc

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Forever And A Day

Title: Forever And A Day

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Geralt x Black!OFC 

Word Count: 1.9K

Summary: Geralt and Lavinia share a passionate reunion.

Warnings: pining, soft!Geralt, oral sex (f receiving), attempted oral sex (m receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids

A/N: I used a prompt from this post by @creativepromptsforwriting: “I told you we would see each other again.” Found inspiration from this post from a tag game on tumblr. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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Her hickory-colored eyes stay on his mind for days leading up to when he will get to visit her. Along the path, there aren’t many moments to look forward to. But to see the look on her face after all this time? That moment is worth all the orens on the continent.

Geralt takes notice of himself more intently. He bathes in a lake, ridding himself of the scent of horses and the remnants of the Fleder that he killed earlier. As he washes his hair, the water around him goes from crystal clear to opaque. He carefully washes his skin, every scar on display, rinsing off the suds from the soap he bought in the last town.

The strong aroma of rosemary and lavender calms his nerves as it clings to his skin. He thinks of how different he must look after the last time they were together. Fresh marks litter his skin at different stages of healing. His hair is a bit longer, enough to warrant him tying it up on most days. 

After dressing in fresh clothes, he hefts on his boots. Stuffing his soiled clothing within the pack that Roach wears, he lifts a leg to put his foot in the stirrup. Roach huffs and moves just out of reach. Geralt raises a brow, moving closer to Roach and lifting his leg again. The chestnut mare groans and steps away from him again.

“What has gotten into you?” Geralt asks, scratching behind her ear. Roach thrusts her snout in his direction, snorting as she takes in his new scent. He smiles, his large hand moving to stroke her muzzle gently. “Don’t worry, Roach. When we get to her cottage, I’m sure Lavinia will take her time pampering you. She always does. Brushing you, putting flowers in your hair, and she may even have a treat or two for you.” Roach nickers and allows Geralt to climb atop the saddle again for the tail end of the journey. 

Less than two hours later, they reach the road that leads to her homestead. With his keen eyes, he can already see her. She tends her garden, kneeling to pick the ripened vegetables and herbs that grow thanks to her green thumb. The crunching of pebbles and dirt under boots and hooves alerts her to their approach. 

Brown eyes meet yellow, and the rest of the world vanishes. 

Lavinia looks away, placing the wicker basket full of nature’s bounty on the ground before standing to her full height. She dusts off her apron, moving an errant curl from her face. By the time she looks up, she is face-to-chest with the man she thought she would never get to see again. 

Geralt uses a hand to lift her chin, delicately stroking his thumb against her jaw. He inhales her scent, a heady perfume of sweet honeysuckle, and the kindling fire burning between her thighs. He growls lowly, his body reacting to her arousal. Leaning in, he rests his forehead against hers as her hands clutch the front of his chemise.

Closing the gap between them, her lips graze his tentatively, as if unsure that the kiss is wanted. His answering groan of satisfaction is all the incentive she needs. Tilting her head, she captures his lips, swallowing his hum of approval. She welcomes his endeavor to take over the kiss when his tongue prods at the seam of her lips.

As she allows his tongue entry, his hand tangles in her hair while his other hand snakes around her waist to bring her impossibly closer. He tastes the berries she ate earlier¾tart yet sweet. Devouring her moans, he can hear her heart beating faster inside her ribcage. Her slippery tongue against his is almost too much, as his growing arousal presses against her.

He slows the kiss to a lazy meeting of their lips, only slightly less intense than their previous activity. She reaches up to cradle his face as she breaks the kiss. They stand there in the garden, breathing each other’s air for but a moment, when a low nicker comes from the ignored chestnut mare.

“She missed you as well,” he laughs, looking at Roach.

Breaking away from Geralt, Lavinia turns to smile at the horse. “My dear sweet Roach, has he been treating you well?” She bends to reach into her basket for an apple, feeding it to his trusted companion.

It brings warmth to his heart as he watches their interaction. Roach happily snorts as she receives attention. He could get used to hearing Lavinia’s laughter as it echoed in the wind around them. Grabbing Roach by the reigns, she walks toward the small stable behind her cottage.

“Let’s get her settled. Bring that basket along with you,” she calls over her shoulder.

Geralt smiles, watching the two of them in the stable. Lavinia takes her time brushing Roach’s coat. Combing out her mane, she braids in some wildflowers. Adding a ribbon at the end, she smiles at her handiwork before glancing at Geralt. Giving Roach one last scratch behind the ear, she walks over to him and tucks a strand of milk-white hair behind his ear. 

Geralt looks down at her, and his lips twist in a sinister smile. She yelps as he bends quickly to lift her over his shoulder like she weighs nothing. He grabs the basket on his way out of the stable and walks into the warm, cozy cottage. Setting the basket on the dining table, he continues on his way to her bedroom.

Letting her down, he walks her backward until the backs of her knees meet the edge of the bed. Pushing gently on her chest, he helps her lay back. He kneels on the floor between her spread legs to remove her boots. Smoothing his hands over her stockings, he hooks his fingers in the top of them, guiding them down her toned thighs and calves, letting them pool on the floor.

Wrapping a hand around her foot, he lifts it to kiss her from ankle to thigh. Mirroring the action on the other side, he continues to kiss higher and higher up her leg until his mouth hovers over her apex. His warm breath ghosting over her mound sends a shiver up her spine, making her hips raise slightly.

“Please, Geralt. I need you,” she whispers, her breasts heaving with her erratic breathing.

Leaning in, he licks a stripe between her outer labia, his tongue splitting her in two as it gathers her nectar. Swirling around her engorged nub, he sucks it between his lips. She attempts to enclose his head between her thighs, but he grips her flesh and holds her open to him. When her folds open, he dives in headfirst to lap up the slick that escapes her.

He turns his attention back to her pearl as he begins to use a single finger to tease at her opening. Listening to the sounds she makes, he knows that she is so close. Sliding his finger inside her, he sets an excruciatingly slow pace. Twisting and turning his digit inside her, he feels for her inner bundle of nerves. 

Once he finds it, he inserts another finger. Rubbing small circles into her spongy center, he presses in harder until her walls clamp down around him. He continues to flick his tongue against her sweet spot as she moans and gasps through her climax. When she has calmed down, he removes his fingers and sucks them into his mouth.

He stands, climbing between her legs and pulling his chemise over his head. As he does so, she sits up. She runs her hands over his scarred skin, his yellow eyes following her movement as her hands lower to the hem of his pants. She makes quick work of the buttons and is rewarded when his girthy member springs up in front of her.

She wraps a small hand around him, finding she needs to use both to encircle him. She strokes him slowly, her eyes widening as pre-cum leaks from his thick tip. Using a thumb, she gathers his seed and swirls it around his mushroom head. She leans in, licking a stripe over the underside of his length, earning a low growl from him.

He removes himself from her hands, knowing he won’t last if she uses her hot mouth on him. He kisses the frown off her face, covering her body with his own. “As much as I would love to feel your mouth on me, the urge to be inside you in a different way is much too appealing to ignore,” he hums, using one hand to tease her petals with his erection.

Gathering her wetness, he taps the tip against her sweet spot, then slides between her lower lips. Once sheathed inside her, they hissed in unison. Her, at the feeling of fullness. Him, at the tight fit of her warmth. He sits there, allowing her to get used to his tumescence.

As her legs wrap around his hips, she tilts her pelvis just slightly, and he knows she is ready for him. He retracts his hips until just the head remains inside then thrusts in fully. He does it again and again, setting a punishing pace.

The sounds of her moans and his grunts mixed with the slapping of slick flesh, fill the air. The intoxicating smell of their pheromones blends into a spicy, sweet bouquet. As his hips piston inside her walls, he kisses her yet again, feasting on her lips and taking her breath away.

He breaks the kiss, nibbling her jaw and licking at her sweat-slicked neck. She turns her head to give him better access, whimpering as he sucks a hickey into her flesh. His tongue soothes the tender skin as he feels her depths begin to quiver around him.

He snakes a hand between them to toy with her swollen button. The pad of his thumb brings her to her second orgasm of the night. He picks up the pace as he journeys toward his release. His hips stutter soon enough as he thrusts deep inside her to bury himself to the hilt. He fills her, painting her walls with enough spend that it begins to leak past his softening thickness.

He presses a kiss on her throat before moving to lay next to her once he slips from her folds. He opens his arm, and she rests her head on his chest. Throwing a leg over his, she tangles a hand in his chest hair. 

“I’m so glad you made it back to me, Geralt,” she beams, idly drawing patterns across his skin.

“I told you we would see each other again. No one, man or monster, could keep me away from my love for long,” he reassures, closing his eyes. He hears her heartbeat quicken and smiles to himself.

She lifts her head to look at him, bringing a hand to his face. Raising his head, he meets her lips in an unhurried kiss. He tangles his tongue with hers until he takes the lead. He reaches down to grasp her leg, maneuvering her to be on top as he sits up.

She wraps her arms around his neck, breaking the kiss to rest their foreheads together. “I love you, Geralt.”

He looks into her eyes, seeing their future together in those dark orbs. Savoring this moment, a slow smile spreads across his face. “I love you, Lavinia. Forever and a day.”

“Forever and a day,” she murmurs.

A/N: This is the first time I have written Geralt. I hope I did him justice. He’s my comfort character, after all. This particular Geralt is a mix of the videogame version, the book version, and the Netflix version of him. This version of him smiles and can be soft while still able to use a sword one-handed to take down a foe. *swoon*

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Summary: Whatever madness drove this woman to board a pirate’s ship of her own free will was beyond comprehension. Yet there she was, in velvet and silk, marching toward certain danger and the sinful desires of the monstrous Captain August ‘Blackbeard’ Walker.

Pairing: AU! Pirate August Walker x OFC (no mentions of body type or ethnicity)

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+. No smut, but sexual themes are mentioned, as well as dark themes - he is a pirate. Possible historical inaccuracy. This is not the real Blackbeard. Mentions of kidnapping.

A/N: Not beta’d. Many thanks to @agniavateira @luna-aestas and @wolvesandhoundshowltogether for the support, and thanks to @geralts-yenn because this story started as a 15-minute challenge, and I ended up writing a whole shot. There might be a part 2, and this might turn into a series. We will see after my anxiety runs its course :D

Thanks for reading, and please reblog and comment if you enjoyed :)

Neptune's Snare

The soggy wooden platform creaked beneath her feet as she climbed onto the main deck. Each step eliciting s husky wail - a sorrowful hymn to the lost maidens of the sea - those who would never return, those devoured by the sinful desires of monstrous captain August ‘Blackbeard’ Walker. 

Whatever madness drove women to go there willingly was beyond comprehension. No more than a tomb, the ship alone looked like a carnivorous maw; black iron spikes stood firmly at the bow, and the sheer size of it was enough to strike fear at the heart of even the bravest sailor.

Yet, there she was, draped in a black velvet cloak and an ivory corset dress, willingly marching toward grave danger. 

Dozens of ragged men welcomed her onboard, filthy scoundrels, all drenched in an exotic mixture of sweat and alcohol. Hungry, their eyes gnawed at her tender flesh, but none would dare touch her. If August’s crew knew one thing, it’s that some fates are much, much more worse than death. 

It didn’t stop them from taunting. Suckling their lips, they followed the girl on her march toward the captain’s cabin. Cheer and chortle in their voice as they imagined the obscenities their captain was about to perform on this naive girl. 

“Pity, he never let us look…” whined one of the pirates while the other bood.

“Aye, you mad to come ‘er tonight. The cap’n hasn’t had his fill in weeks, lass. He would sure pillage each of you’ holes tonight.”

“He gonna paint her full of his sea foam!”

The entire ship roared with their laughter. The girl, however, kept a blank face and, without spending any minute longer, opened the door to the captain's cabin.                                                                                                                                                

Bright, golden luminance blinded Lizette’s sight as she entered the cabin. The walls were plated by ornaments made of gold, reflecting the sparkle of the hundred candles that burnt at the decorated candelabras and crystal chandelier. Fine works of art hung from each wall, and on a vast lacquered table stood a plethora of delicacies that made Lizette’s belly gurgle. 

She stared at the table momentarily, almost fooled by the obvious seduction. In complete opposite to the murky exterior of the ship, the captain’s chamber was a room fit for kings, sputtering style, elegance and riches. Perhaps this was how he lured them. The poor naive girls truly believed he would give them a better life. But Blackbeard was no king, nor was he a gentleman. He was the deadliest man the world has ever known - a serpent, nightshade - all he could give a woman was death. 

“Take off your cowl.”  

A deep voice called from behind, dark and mysterious as the ocean. It struck like an icy shard through her spine, making her shoulders jerk and stiffen. It was odd to know someone by hundred of myths and stories spun around them and have men mimic their voice in an attempt to portray them but never know what they truly sounded like. 

As it turned out, August sounds like a man one doesn’t refuse. 

Obedient, Lizette pulled the cowl from her head - slow as she would unwrap a much-anticipated present. Her gaze kept to the floor still, continuing to play the coy virgin the Captain wanted her to be, though if she had to be honest - she was terrified of whatever hideous monster she would soon have to face. 

There must have been a reason why the women who came here never left. Lizette was willing to bet every dime in her pocket that August was the most gruesome, repulsive creature, and the only way for him to keep people from knowing was by murdering each woman he bedded!    

“Shy, aren’t we?” Blackbeard murmured with a dry chuckle and began to circle her, observing his bounty from side to side.

“I quite enjoy shy,” he chuckled once more, his voice almost a groan. 

She forced herself not to flinch too much. She could sense his glare upon her, stripping her garment by garment, weighing what he earned tonight and considering all the ways in which he would pillage her body. It made her feel like she was one of the delicacies that rested on his table rather than a person. 

After gyrating around her and inspecting each crease of her body, August finally returned to his starting spot behind her and, in a low, delighted groan, demanded, “Turn around.” 

Doing as he commanded, she turned to him, still keeping her glance plastered to the floor, her breathing now shallow as the air in the room grew magically stuffy. She could spot his blurry silhouette from the corner of her eye; a tall and fit man, rather broad. It seemed that he was doing a loose white cotton shirt and dark trousers, and from his waistband - a gleam of silver winked back. 

“Are you a mute?” 

Another chill shot through her as he spoke. Absentminded, she swallowed. “No…”  embarrassingly, her voice cracked; she took a deep breath and reprimanded, “No, sir. Just nervous.”

“Captain,” he corrected. 

Lizette nodded but did not repeat him. She couldn’t. Words died on her tongue as the Captain made a bold step toward her, drawing dangerously near. He paused for a shy second, fingers laced together, contemplating, before he reached a fist beneath her chin and, in a ceremonious tenderness, lifted her chin.  

The air drained from her completely. Her lips parted in a mixture of fear and astonishment. 

It couldn’t be.

Perhaps she had the wrong man?

Grey, ocean-eyes peered at her through a face that women and men would damn themselves for. No! Even angels would. His jaw was sharp and profound, statuesque like cut marble - dashed with dark stubble and a thick raven-black moustache. His lips, though chafed from the salty sea breeze, were plumped and shaped to be kissed, and while some of his curls were streaked with silver, he still had a healthy mane of hair on his head. 

‘He could have been a decent man,’ she thought, ‘and yet he chose this?!’

There was an obscure attractive melancholy to his looks - almost tragic. 

August took another moment to study her face, a frown slowly forming on his ridged brow. “You look familiar…”

“I work the docks,” she answered almost immediately.

His stare deepened, eyes dropping to her cleavage momentarily before returning to pierce back into the back of her skull, “Skin too soft. Too shy to be a prostitute.” 

His fingers wrapped around her chin, caging it between his thumb and his index in a tight grip, making it hurt. He tilted his head, daring her to come up with another lie.  

“The tavern,” Lizette answered, firm and steadfast. She did not flinch from his touch, even though every instinct begged her to.

“And you came to me. Why?”

“What girl wouldn’t give everything for a night with the notorious Captain Blackbeard? The living legend… the king of pirates.” She softened her eyes as much as possible and offered a shy pout to reconcile him. 

August chewed on the inside of his cheek; storm clouds gathered on his pale eyes as he contemplated. They both knew she was flattering him to gain his trust and save her pretty little neck. It wasn’t a situation he hadn’t encountered in the past. They both also knew that he was stronger, bigger and armed and could snap said pretty little neck in less than a split second. 

“Are you a virgin?” He proceeded. 

She nodded, her throat clenching. 

August lingered on her response and, after what felt like an eternity, offered a small grin and pinched her chin sweetly as if to praise her before moving a step closer. Lizette smiled back nervously. She could sense his rum-drenched breath on her face. The scent was so pungent it made her moan invulnerably. 

Or perhaps it was the anxiety that was eating into her heart. 

“Ever sucked a cock, pet?” 

His question was answered by a small click that echoed through the quarter and the press of hard, cold metal against the bare parts of his chest. 

Not stepping back, he slowly, almost theatrically, spread his arms into a gesture of defeat while peering at the girl. No rage nor fear painted his face, and as he spoke, there was neither surprise in his voice. 

“Heh. So you ARE a whore.”

Lizette held the pistol determined, not saying a word.

“What is it that I do, pet?” 

Offering a sly grin, the pirate pressed against the barrel; the oceans in his glare darkened. As Lizette stared back, she could have sworn the many shades of blue in his sights shifted and swayed like angry waves. Quickly brushing the thought away, she cocked the gun in a warning, her little thumb grazing the trigger.

But to August, it was clear that the girl had never killed anyone before, and the longer she stalled, the more shaky her hand became. Taunting, he moved further into the barrel, which forced her to take a step back. 

“Do not move closer!” She finally spoke. 

August brushed her warning away, moving forward instead. He had been so nimble in his movement, fluid, like a sea creature himself. Only now she realised that his hands were no longer in the air. 

“Was it your dear mother?” He suggested. “Father? Sister?” He paused and offered a vicious smirk, “Ah… I see, A lover. Well, to that, I surely deserve to die. Go ahead, pet, pull the trigger.” 

His slender, heavily ringed fingers reached to envelop the barrel, holding the pistol steady for the girl. Every breath he took pressed the metal harder against his sternum. Lizette could sense his heartbeat pulsating through the barrel, the thrum of his blood nearly mingling with her own. No longer steady, her digit quivered around the trigger and in her throat, she felt the strenuous hold of anger, guilt and hatred. 

“You have taken everything from me!” She simply answered. 

Soon her sight became blurry, and wetness gathered beneath her eyes.  

‘Do it, do it now.’ 

Another click sounded in the room. Louder than the cocking of a gun. 

Lizette’s eyes flared in shock, and before she could pull the trigger, August had carefully veered the gun from his chest and, in a tenderness that was accustomed to lovers, snatched it from her hand. His other hand laid still on her neck, fastening the iron collar he granted her.

“Good girl,” he teased and then leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the forehead of the girl who was too struck by her own misfortune and stupidity to react. 

With the pistol safely placed in his waistband, the pirate stepped back, face alighted, eyes sparkling with starlight cascade, like a child who had just earned a new toy.  He clasped his hands together, ecstatic; thick silver rings chiming as they collided.

 “I haven’t taken everything from you, pet. but I am going to…”

With one last slanted grin, the pirate turned on his heels and marched toward the door, not bothering to bid farewell as he left and locked the door behind him.

Panicked, Lizette reached her hands to the iron collar, desperately trying to pry it off her neck despite knowing there was no logic in pulling at the heavy metal. 

“Please!” Tears trickled down her cheeks and chin, “no! No! No! Please!”

Through the open window, she could hear the captain's voice barking orders, commanding his men to lift anchor and set sail. 

****

Chapter Two

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Henry Cavill works, arranged by character and type of work.

One-Shots

Forever And A Day - Explicit - Geralt x Black!OFC - Geralt and Lavinia share a passionate reunion.

Events

You're Mine | Geralt of Rivia + Female Reader + Daddy Kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

Series

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Requests

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Reader - You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Challenges

Fifteen Minutes - Explicit - Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC - What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

Headcanons

Hobbies

Events

A Little Fresh Air | Walter Marshall + Female Reader + Public Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe - Explicit - Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader - Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse - Explicit - Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader - A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Don’t Kill My Vibe - Explicit - Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader - You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Requests

Happy Birthday, Cupcake - General - Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader - Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Praise You - General - Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader - Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

One-Shots

What Are You Doing, StepBro? - Explicit - Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader - You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Requests

Doing Something Unholy - Explicit - Charles Brandon x Reader - This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Series

Scrapbook (finished) - Side characters include Walter Marshall, Evan Marshall, Syverson, and Gus March-Phillipps

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Series

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

One-Shots

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl - Explicit - Napoleon Solo x Reader - Napoleon wines and dines.

Series

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

One-Shots

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut] {DARKER FIC} - Explicit - Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader - Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU - Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Treat Me Like A Slut - Explicit - August Walker x Reader - August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Requests

Executive Temptation - Explicit - CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader - You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

One-Shots

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind - Explicit - Sherlock Holmes x Reader - As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Requests

The Paganini Problem - Mature - Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader - Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Series

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

Challenges

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - Mature - Syverson x Reader - When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Requests

Shape-Up - Explicit - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Drabbles

My Little Strawberry - Mature - Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches) - A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 

Events

Say It Again | Captain Syverson + Female Reader + Phone Sex + “Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” + Smut (Sweet Treats Event 2024)

One-Shots

Nothing More Than An Animal - Explicit - Henry!Wolverine (Cavillrine) x Female!Reader - After entering a dangerous biker bar alone, you’re almost assaulted. You are saved by a mutant with metal claws who might be more animal than man.

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Gus March-Phillips (The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

Henry!Wolvie AKA The Cavillrine (Deadpool & Wolverine)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

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Masterlist

Hello, yes, welcome to this list of things I have written. Most of it is smutty 18+ nonsense (and all of it is about Henry Cavill-shaped men), so if that's not you: turn around and walk away! This is not for you!

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🍀- Drabble || 🌶 - Smut || 🍭- fluff || 🍷 - angst

Summary: The shenanigans of eight college guys who share a house...

(Mike, Charles, Napoleon, Sherlock, August, Sy, Marshall and Geralt - University Edition.)

Series Masterlist 🌶||🍭||🍷

Finished

Summary: Your weekend plans with August threaten to fall apart when it turns out he's been under a lot of stress. (Dom!August x fem!reader. )

Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3 -- Part 4 -- Part 5 -- Part 6 🌶

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?" (Contractor!Sy x OFC (Lara))

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A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

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Hostile Territory - Chapter 23

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 6.5K

Warnings: Party time, Family Drama, Hand Job, Dom/Sub Undertones

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Day 204

After they’d finished setting up, Leah went to the bathroom to change. When she returned, Sy momentarily forgot how to breathe. She wore a black long-sleeved dress with thigh high socks and a pair of simple black Vans. The flowy skirt of the dress was short, ending a few inches above the socks and showing off her tattoos.

“Please tell me you’re wearing underwear under that,” he blurted out before he could think better of it.

Leah closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Wanna check and make sure?” she teased.

Sy hesitated for a second but decided to trust that if Leah was offering it was because she was prepared for the possibility of him saying yes. His hands followed the curve of her ass downwards, slipping under the hem of her dress and following her soft skin all the way to the edge of the boyshorts she’d put on under her dress.

“Good girl,” he praised, reassured that he wouldn’t have to threaten anyone with bodily harm for catching a glimpse of Leah’s ass.

The next hour passed in a blur of names and good food. Caleb knew his way around a grill, that was for sure. Throughout their dinner, everyone took a moment to greet Leah and welcome her home.

Once the plates had been cleared, a few of the guys prepared the fire pit. Sy was happy to see that it was one of those chiminea style ones. Fire combined with dozens of drunk boys was often a recipe for injuries or forest fires but that was less likely with an enclosed flame.

The music was turned up as guests started moving to the open space that apparently served as a dance floor. Leah was chatting with Killian and Trevor—two of her friends from high school—along with Camden, Lachlan and his girlfriend, Isobel.

At first, Camden and Lachlan had used every possible opportunity to grill Sy but eventually they either gave up or decided he wasn’t so bad and they turned their focus back to catching up with Leah.

Killian was in the middle of telling a story about some girl he’d been seeing when Sy’s phone rang. He frowned as he saw the video call request, briefly hesitating whether or not to ignore it, but he eventually decided he should take the call.

“Sorry,” he kissed Leah’s temple as he stood, “itʼs my sister. Iʼll be inside.”

The cabin was surprisingly well insulated, the sound of the music being nearly completely muffled as he closed the door behind him.

“Hey Liv.”

His sister didn’t return his greeting, jumping right into what she had to say.

“I called mama to know what night we should come over for family dinner and she said you’d gone chasin’ after some girl! Ya didn’t think to say goodbye?”

The old couch in the lounge area creaked as Sy’s weight sank into the cushions.

“To be honest, I didn’t think you’d notice. Ya didn’t mention y’all were plannin’ on comin’ by again.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” 

Sy winced at what could only be described as a high pitched squawk. He wasn’t sure why she was so offended. If anything, he was the one who should have an issue with her.

“The other night y’all were only there for like two hours before goin’ home and ya said maybe three full sentences to me in that time.”

Olivia’s mouth dropped open as she scoffed. “It was a school night and the kids had homework.”

“Ya couldn’t have maybe written the teacher a note explainin’ that their uncle was back on American soil for the first time in years and that they could catch up on schoolwork another time?”

Sy didn’t know much about kids and schoolwork but he was pretty sure they could have played the returning hero card if they’d wanted to. Didn’t schools still say the pledge of allegiance every morning? And if not, how much trouble could they really be in for not doing their homework? The oldest wasn’t even ten years old yet.

“They can’t just skip homework, education is the most important thing at their age.”

It was Sy’s turn to scoff.

“Don’t I fuckin’ know it. I’ve been comin’ second fiddle to your education since the day I was born.”

“That’s not true.”

Sy suddenly snapped, not managing to keep his cool any longer.

“Isn’t it?” he half shouted. “Do you know how many teachers I had that were excited to have me as a student until they realized I was the Syverson sisters’ dumb younger brother? Do ya know how humiliatin’ it is to be the only seven year-old in your class who can barely fuckin’ read? No, ya don’t ‘cause whenever I came to ask either of y’all for help, Abi was always out readin’ in the garden and you were yellin’ at me to get outta your room.”

Just like that, Olivia went from combative to defensive.

“That’s not fair. I was eleven, it wasn’t my job to play teacher.”

“No, you’re right, it wasn’t your job. As for fair? Is it fair that after barely showin’ me the time of day ya call me up to yell at me ‘cause I decided to go after somethin’ I want instead of puttin’ everyone else first for once in my fuckin’ life?”

“Ya can’t be that self-absorbed. When have ya ever had to put anyone else above yourself?”

Sy counted out on his fingers as he spoke.

“When I was six and ask my friend’s older brother to fake mama’s signature on my failed tests so that she could focus on takin’ care of two newborns instead of worryin’ about me. When I enlisted at eighteen so that our parents would have one less mouth to feed while they worked to put you and Abi through college. When I gave up on buyin’ my own place to help pay Jackson and Austin’s tuition and all four of your weddings. Where the fuck do you think our parents got thirty-five hundred dollars for your designer dress?”

Olivia’s face fell as she realized he wasn’t talking out of his ass.

“I— I thought that with mama goin’ back to work full-time and daddy’s promotion—”

“Mama’s a file clerk in the county records office and pops is a shift supervisor at a warehouse. Ya really think that’s enough to save over a hundred grand in less than ten years? ‘Cause that’s how much I’ve sent them.”

“Ya shoulda told me,” she whispered as she sank down on her pristine white leather couch.

“Why? Would ya have treated me differently if ya’d known? I shouldn’t have to pay ya to give a shit, Olivia.”

“I do give a shit! Itʼs just kinda hard to get along when you’re never here. Ya may have helped pay for our weddings but ya werenʼt there. You left us, not the other way around.”

“Iʼve got better shit to do than sit here and listen to ya have a tantrum. Say goodbye to the kids for me.”

“I hope sheʼs worth it,” she spit right before ending the call.

The sound of footsteps coming down the hall alerted Sy to the fact that he wasn’t alone. He looked up to see Caleb holding out a fresh bottle of beer. He must have been in the bathroom when Sy moved inside.

“How much of that did ya hear?”

“Basically all of it. It’s a small place, sorry man.”

“Honestly, that fight was a long time comin’. It was bound to happen at the most inconvenient time.”

To Sy’s surprise, Caleb fell into the seat across from him. He hadn’t planned on discussing the subject any further but it seemed the younger man had other ideas.

After a long moment of silent staring, Caleb finally spoke.

“You’re fucking perfect for each other, you know that?”

Sy wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting him to say but it sure as hell hadn’t been that. Feeling a little more at ease, he leaned back and finally took a sip of the cold beer.

“How do you figure that?”

“You’re basically the same, except that you had two really different upbringings.” Caleb looked over at the wall which was filled with happy family photos. One of them showed Caleb at what must have been his high school graduation. Another showed Leah half-way up some mountain she was climbing. Another was of the two of them with a man who was the spitting image of the both of them. Sy continued his perusal as Caleb began listing his observations.

“She wasn’t as strong as me in school despite trying really hard. For a long time after dad died she basically made herself invisible because she didn’t want to distract me. When she enlisted, she made me take her half of the inheritance so that I could pay for med school.”

Caleb was right. They were more similar than either of them had ever noticed.

“I wasn’t sure about you. It’s hard to accept that my baby sister is getting involved with a guy who’s not only a decade older—”

“Nine years, actually.”

Caleb smirked, shaking his head.

“A man who’s both almost a decade older and her superior but… I think you’re exactly what she needs because you’ll understand her. I think she’ll always want to put you first and that you’ll do the same for her.”

“Yeah, I will.”

Standing, Caleb clapped Sy once on the shoulder. “Just make sure you keep her alive and happy or I’m gonna show you that Leah’s not the only one who picked up a thing or two from our dad.”

Sy couldn’t help but smile. He believed with one-hundred percent certainty that Caleb would, in fact, follow through with his threat and the only thing it did was warm his heart.

“You know,” Sy stood to follow him out, “she doesn’t make the keepin’ her alive part easy. She’s fuckin’ stubborn as a mule and acts like she’s got nine lives.”

Caleb had one hand on the door, pausing before he pulled it open.

“Yeah, I do know. It was my job for four years. Why do you think I needed five other guys to help me take care of her? Tag, you’re it.”

The two men were laughing as they stepped outside, Sy making his way back to Leah’s side. Most people had joined the dancing but it seemed she was either uninterested or she was waiting for him to get back.

A familiar beat began to play over the speakers and a few of the guys were immediately hyped.

“Ooh!”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re far too kind!”

As Caleb and a guy he knew from the hospital began singing along, Sy realized the lyrics were wrong. He returned to Leah’s side, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. “What the hell is this?”

“It’s Encore by Jay-Z mixed with Numb by Linkin Park.”

As he thought about it, it wasn’t that strange of a mix. He’d never been a big fan of hip hop but he found that it worked over the beat.

“Yo Caleb!” one guy called from the crowd of people. “Run it back, run it back.” The dancers parted to let him and his girlfriend through. “Killer! Get your ass over here!”

Leah vigorously shook her head no, trying to wave him off. “No way. V, this is your dance.”

The woman, who Sy now remembered had introduced herself as Valentina and her boyfriend as Victor, pulled Leah up from her seat.

“It’s yours too and it’s not nearly as fun with a pregnant partner who can’t do half the moves. Go make his night, I’ll keep your man company.”

Victor’s girlfriend dropped down across from Sy who tried not to think too hard about how much he liked being called Leah’s man.

“How do you know Leah again?”

“Me, Vic and Leah were in the same performing arts program in high school. I got hurt two months before our final performance and Leah offered to sub for me since she was a year younger and wasn’t doing the senior showcase.”

Vic dragged Leah out to the makeshift dance floor and Caleb started the song again from the beginning. Everyone gave them space as Vic began leading Leah through a routine that Sy guessed might be tango mixed with more modern styles.

It was clear Leah was not as skilled as Vic but she seemed to remember the routine well enough, jumping for the lifts and following along to the fast footwork. They were dancing close together—intimately close—but Sy wasn’t jealous at all. He could tell by the expression on her face that Leah was having fun and nothing more. Vic kept his hands in safe territory, never straying from her back or thigh unlike when he’d danced with his girlfriend earlier.

Out of nowhere one of the single girls took the chair at the end of the table and leaned in to catch Valentina’s attention.

“Are you seriously okay with her grinding all over your boyfriend like that?” She huffed, shooting a dirty look over at Leah. “I don’t know why everyone is so hung up, I swear even the girls are drooling over her.”

Valentina was stunned silent but Isobel jumped in without a second of hesitation. 

“Tammy, you’re new around here so maybe you hadn’t realized this yet but if you’re looking to get with someone, whining over the fact that Leah’s getting more attention than you is a bad way to do it. I can guarantee that any guy here would drop you like a hot potato if Leah came calling, not because they want her in their bed but because they respect the fuck out of that girl and love her even more. If you can’t handle that then I suggest you find somewhere else to be.”

Tammy sat there, mouth agape. She looked at each guy in turn as if expecting one of them to come to her defense but none of them said a single word. Seeming to realize she’d just screwed her chances with every available guy present, she threw her purse over her shoulder and stormed off.

The strange remix song had ended and the couples returned to dancing as they’d been before Vic interrupted them. He and Leah walked back to the table together where Vic wrapped his arms around Valentina from behind and cupped her belly. If he had to hazard a guess, Sy would have said she was about five months along—far enough that she was noticeably pregnant. Sy looked away, feeling like an intruder in their intimate moment.

“Do you dance?” Leah asked, gulping down a few sips of water as she caught her breath.

“Not like that.”

Leah only laughed, motioning for Sy to get up from his seat. “I barely dance like that.” Reaching out a hand for him to take, she walked backwards as she led Sy towards the other dancers.

“I’d never really danced until I offered to help Vic.”

Her statement took Sy by surprise. He would not have been able to follow that choreography as a new dancer much less perform it at a showcase with only two months of practice.

“Then why’d ya offer to sub for Valentina?”

Nibbling on her lip, Leah looked almost embarrassed. “Because growing up I watched a lot of dance movies and I wanted to be just like those girls except I was too busy with martial arts and learning the best ways of skinning a deer.”

It was the first time Sy had ever heard Leah express anything but complete happiness with the way she’d grown up. He could understand how it might feel like a betrayal of her father who’d done everything for her. As much as she might look like a tomboy, she had a more feminine side hidden away as evidenced by the outfit she was wearing. He was willing to bet that his mama would be more than happy to have a little bit of girl time with Leah and give her all the motherly love she was missing growing up.

Leah wrapped her arms around Sy’s neck and his hands easily found her hips. A slower hip hop song began to play, giving him the perfect excuse to hold her close though he tried to keep things PG considering she had a half dozen pseudo big brothers around.

“What about you, where’d you learn to dance?”

“When I started goin’ to bars I was told girls like a guy who can dance. And that line dancing didn’t count.”

Leah let out an exaggerated gasp. “I’d take a guy who can dance to Fake ID over a guy who can tango any day.”

“Guess I’m in luck then.”

Her face lit up with excitement and she immediately ordered Sy to pull his phone out of his pocket, making grabby hands as she did. She’d explained earlier that they’d set it up a Spotify playlist so that everyone could contribute a handful of their favorite songs and they would play on shuffle throughout the night to keep things fair. Leah found the song she was looking for and queued it so that it would be the next one to play.

Fake ID was not a known line dance. Most people only learned it if they were big fans of the Footloose remake. It was harder to learn than most since it had a longer series of steps to remember before it repeated. Then there was the fact that it was fast-paced and was hard to pick up on the spot.

Sy’d learned it for his brother Jax’s wedding so that he could surprise his bride with a big dance performance but, in the end, Sy hadn’t been able to make it home. He’d look like a dumbass following the YouTube tutorial led by the movie’s choreographers in the barracks but he’d really been hoping to make his brother happy.

When the song came on, there was a round of cheers from the girls. Like a well rehearsed routine, the pairs came apart and everyone fell into place by forming two lines—one for the guys and one for the girls. Leah kept her eyes on Sy, watching him follow the steps as if he’d done the dance a hundred times before.

Giggling with the girls around her, Leah had a broad smile plastered on her face. She moved with confidence, hitting every mark and looking damn good doing it.

Just before the bridge one of the girls shot her a wink and tipped her chin towards Sy. He didn’t realize the wink actually meant anything until the song slowed its pace and all the girls turned towards the line of men who had all stopped dancing and instead begun walking backwards as the girls strut towards them looking like hungry felines. It was obviously something they had practiced before, twirling and shaking their hips as they kept their eyes on their boyfriends. The onlookers whooped and hollered at the sexy display before them.

Leah was giving off the strongest fuck me vibes he’d ever seen—so strong he almost missed the last chorus starting up again, causing him to jump back into the dance a few steps behind the other men.

When the song came to its end, it was followed by She Doesn’t Mind by Sean Paul. Despite the odd change of pace, it was a perfect follow up to the previous song because all the boys dragged their girls flush to them. Caleb had found himself a partner in one of the single girls who’d scored an invite and was completely absorbed by her. It was a good thing because the way Leah turned her back to Sy and ground her ass against him was downright salacious.

“What do I gotta do to get ya all to myself for a while?” he murmured just loud enough for her to overhear over the music. She looked back at him over her shoulder, biting her lip.

“Go get a couple of drinks and meet me around the front.”

Leah reluctantly pulled away, heading inside as Sy watched her walk away. He collected a few beers as well as two sports drinks. He was not the type to tell a woman when she’d had enough but he also didn’t want Leah blackout drunk for whatever came next so he preferred having the option along just in case.

When he walked around to the front, Leah had retrieved her backpack from the bedroom and was stuffing something inside. She held out a hand for the drinks, dropping them in the bag and zipping it up.

“Where are we goin’?”

Leah smirked as she straightened. “Up.”

Sy’s gaze moved up the facade of the cabin all the way to the roof. “What is it with you and rooftops?”

“It started because I liked climbing things that weren’t supposed to be climbed. I kept it up because it was a good way to escape and clear my head.”

Leah jumped up, catching the rafter with both hands. She lifted her legs, hooking one knee over her opposite elbow and using the hold to free the weight from her other hand. Catching the vertical post, she switched her footing again to plant down on the bottom rafter and heave her other leg over the rooftop. Sy was too impressed by her skills for his attention to linger on the flash of skin caused by the movement of the skirt of her dress.

“You know I’m not gonna be able to do all that.”

Leah laughed as she reached a hand out. Sy raised the bag over his head, not wanting her to reach down and lose her balance as she gave him instructions. “Just do a muscle up and lift your leg onto the beam.”

“Why didn’t you do that?”

“Because the other way looked cooler.”

“You sure this old thing will hold my weight?”

“I could get you a ladder if you don’t think you can climb.”

That was the perfect thing to say to get him to stop asking questions and start climbing. It was lucky that his five day break was the longest he’d gone without a workout in over ten years. He did as suggested, easily pushing himself over the beam.

The porche’s frame was a triangular shape with a wooden beam going from the center of the main beam to the peak and two more going outward at an angle. He planted a foot and caught the center beam like Leah had and hefted his weight over the edge. He was much less graceful as he rolled onto the roof but at least he didn’t break his face.

Getting down would be much easier since the lowest point of the angled roof was only about eight feet off the ground.

Leah had unrolled a thick wool blanket above where the stone chimney sat, presumably so that they wouldn’t risk slipping off. It was by the front of the house where the living room was so they were out of sight from the people out back.

“I can see why you like this,” Sy said, stretching out on the blanket next to Leah and looking up at the unobstructed view of the night sky. It reminded him of summers back home in Georgia.

Without the trees’ protection from the wind or the fire, it was much colder but it seemed Leah had planned for everything. Pulling a second blanket over them both, Leah stretched out halfway over Sy with her head resting on his chest.

“I’ve never brought anyone here before.”

“What, ya never dated anyone who could do a muscle up?”

Leah shifted to put a hand on his chest and laid her chin over top. “I meant the cabin in general but you might actually be right about the muscle up thing.”

Sy folded his arm behind his head, propping himself up so he could meet her gaze. His gorgeous blue eyes were normally framed with dark circles and frown lines, a consequence of the hard lifestyle he led, but now his expression was softer, filled with fondness.

“Good. Ya looked fuckin’ sexy out there tonight, I don’t like the idea of anyone else gettin’ to see my girl like that. This outfit has been drivin’ me crazy all night.” His hand found her thigh, threatening to slip under her dress.

Until she met Sy, Leah had never thought she would find possessiveness attractive but his statement lit a spark of excitement within her. It was the same feeling she got whenever he praised her or said the words ‘good girl’. It was just another thing to add to the list of conflicting feelings she had towards sex.

She didn’t have much experience but she was pretty sure that made her submissive in some way though she wasn’t sure how that made any sense. Her knowledge of the subject was limited to what she’d read in books and those dom/sub relationships had all heavily revolved around sex.

“Hey…” Sy’s fingers tracing Leah’s brow pulled her out of her head. “Where’d you go just now? Your entire body went stiff as a board.” As if to prove his point, Sy put his hands on the back of her neck, using gentle pressure to knead the tension from her muscles. “Did I do something wrong?”

She hated that his honest question made her feel guilty for causing him to worry. That was another thing Leah had never realized until she met Sy. Her previous relationships had messed her up more than she ever thought they had. 

“Leah, look at me.” That was his ‘captain’ voice—low and assertive. Leah had no choice but to obey. “You made me a promise,” he reminded her.

“No,” Leah licked her lips before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Hoping he was reading her body language correctly, Sy slid his hand from Leah’s nape to her throat. He didn’t apply any pressure, only keeping a light hold that could easily be broken.

“You like when I call ya mine?”

She swallowed thickly, her throat moving against his palm before nodding.

Keeping his hand in place but being careful not to jostle her, Sy rolled Leah onto her back. 

They were nose to nose as he spoke. “I got the impression you were in a particular mood earlier when you offered to let me check your panties. Am I right?”

“Yeah.”

“You still feeling the same way?”

“Yes.”

Getting to his knee, Sy took the blanket from where it had fallen as he flipped Leah over and quickly folded it up to tuck it under her as a pillow. He planted his hands on either side of her head, holding his body off her.

“Do you wanna take orders like a good girl or would you rather take the lead?”

“The first one.”

“Okay, then I need you to tell me exactly what you want. Where I can touch you, how much clothing comes off, how far you want to go.”

Sy was pleased that Leah took a few seconds to reflect on her answer, giving him confidence that she wasn’t pushing herself past her limits to please him.

“Clothes can fully come off. Legs, ass and everything above the belt is safe to touch however you enjoy. I’m not sure about oral but hands for sure.”

Lowering himself down, Sy placed a series of kisses down her jaw. “Thank you.”

Leah turned her head, capturing Sy’s lips in a sensual kiss. When she began to lift the hem of his shirt, Sy caught her wrist.

“Don’t wait for me to check in to tell me you don’t like something. You’re trustin' me to stick to your limits and I’m trustin' you to tell me if they change.” Sitting back on his haunches, he let go of her wrist. “Take my shirt off.”

The cold wasn’t a concern for Sy but he didn’t know if his body heat would be enough to keep Leah warm so he didn’t want to undress her just yet.

She didn’t seem in a rush either, studying his body as her fingers explored his skin. Unlike the first time she’d touched his stomach, her touch didn’t cause anxiety to spark in his chest. He hadn’t expected for it to feel freeing for her to know the story behind his scars and for her to accept it but it was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

When Leah sat up, Sy expected for her to pull her dress off but, instead, she slid a hand to the small of his back, holding him close as she placed gentle pecks along his collar bone. Her movements were tender, almost reverent as she worked her way over both shoulders before moving up to tease his neck with open-mouthed kisses.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on the receiving end of this kind of affection. Maybe even never.

It felt amazing. How had he made it over fourteen years without ever realizing his neck was that sensitive?

The soft scratch of her teeth as she nipped his throat pulled an audible groan from him, leading her to move her hand up to hold him in place as she repeated the action with more force. His head fell to the side in a silent message for her to do with him as she pleased so she took the opportunity to lock her lips over his pulse point and suck.

Eyes tightly shut, Sy relished the slight sting of his blood being drawn to the surface. With how badly his cock was throbbing, it was hard to imagine there was even any left to leave a mark but when Leah finally lifted her head, she made a pleased sound at the sight of the newly formed hickey.

“You like seein’ your mark on me, baby?” Sy’s hands gripped both of her thighs, possessively kneading her flesh. “You like knowin’ that I’m yours as much as you’re mine?”

For someone who was not normally a big talker, Sy was surprisingly proficient at dirty talk. It was still quite tame all things considered but it still made her heart race.

“Yes.”

Looking down at her spread legs, Sy caught sight of the black lines poking out from the skirt of Leah’s dress.

“Lay back,” he ordered, taking a moment to undo his pants and give himself a bit of relief. “It’s my turn.”

Her breath hitched as she obeyed both from the arousal brought on by his command and the worry of what Sy might do next.

Sensing the shift in her body, Sy made his intentions clear. “I want to see your tattoos up close. I wanna memorize how each one fits your curves just right.”

He dragged the hem of her dress upwards, pausing only long enough for Leah to lift her hips and allow the fabric to pool around her stomach.

With the clear night sky and the distant glow of the bonfire, Sy could clearly see the intricate patterns dancing across Leah’s creamy skin, only obstructed by her underwear.

“Can you take these off for me, darlin’?”

She’d already said that clothing could fully come off but he was about to get up close and personal with her thighs and he didn’t want her to feel over-exposed. He was giving her the option to refuse but she didn’t take it, simply working them down her legs at what felt like a torturously slow pace.

Sy could see the glistening of her arousal at her apex and he made a mental note to ask her about that later. She’d been clear the night before that she wouldn’t want Sy to reciprocate if they did something intimate but she hadn’t said if that meant that she didn’t want to come at all or simply not by his hand.

For now, he turned his focus back to his task and traced her ink with his lips. Once he finished exploring her right leg, he moved to her other side, being mindful not to touch the fresh tattoo with his hands or his mouth. The last thing he wanted was for it to get infected and cause problems once they got back.

“Fuck babygirl, you are so goddamn beautiful,” he mumbled as he pushed the dress higher and made his way up Leah’s stomach, seeking out her final tattoo. “Nothing I imagined over the last months even came close to the real thing.”

With her dress completely removed and her bra following soon after, Leah was left in only her long socks and the look was way sexier than it had any right to be. It somehow simultaneously looked innocent and dirty and Sy couldn’t help picturing Leah kneeling for him in that same outfit.

He’d never ventured into BDSM further than giving the occasional order during sex but if Leah was amenable, he’d take great pleasure in learning what they both liked.

As Sy gazed down at Leah with obvious adoration, all Leah could think was how lucky she was. She wanted to express her happiness but her stupid feelings left a giant lump in her throat and the words just wouldn’t come so instead she tugged on Sy’s beard and brought his lips to hers.

It was nothing like the gentle caress they’d previously shared. This kiss was dirty and frantic like they were both afraid that the other would disappear at any moment.

Needing to give his aching dick some relief, Sy palmed his crotch over his underwear but it only seemed to make him more desperate.

“What should I do with this, baby?” he asked when they both took a second to catch their breaths. “You wanna watch me get myself off or do you wanna help?”

“Help.”

“Then take me out,” he growled, removing his hand to lift his body into a push-up position.

Leah slid his underwear and jeans over the curve of his ass. When she couldn’t reach any farther, she pushed them the rest of the way down with her foot. They got caught around his ankles since neither of them had taken the time to remove their shoes but it was good enough.

Sy could have wept when Leah finally wrapped her hand around his erection. Despite coming just a few hours earlier, Sy already felt like he was teetering on the edge and about to tip over at any moment.

Forehead to forehead, they both watched with rapt attention as Leah’s hand moved up and down his shaft. Then, in a completely unexpected but immensely arousing move, took her hand away just long enough to collect the wetness that pooled at her entrance and use it as lube.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot.”

His head fell to the crook of her neck, his hot breath fanning her skin as he panted. With Sy’s shoulder presented so nicely, Leah didn’t think twice before sinking her teeth in the defined muscle. Cute aggression was a real thing. Tangling his fingers in her hair to keep her in place, Sy released a deep groan. 

It took all of thirty seconds afterwards for thick ropes of cum to paint Leah’s stomach. Sy’s entire body shivered as the pleasure coursed through him, the hand on his cock not stopping until it milked every last drop of his release.

Feeling boneless, Sy rolled onto his side before he collapsed over Leah and crushed her under his significantly heavier weight.

“Give me a second and I’ll find something to clean ya up.”

He needed to recover from the out-of-body experience brought on by that orgasm because he had never come so hard in his entire fucking life. 

“There’s baby wipes in the bag.”

Sy huffed a laugh. “Life of a soldier.”

Reaching behind him, Sy retrieved the bag and found the plastic packet at the very bottom along with meal replacement bars, a knife, a flint and a paracord bracelet.

“What kind of kinky shit did you have planned for us up here?” he teased, pulling out one of the wipes and diligently cleaning Leah’s stomach and chest.

“That’s my cabin bag,” she defended, “those things are always in there.” She had to admit that with a bit of creativity,  those items would, indeed, make for some kinky love-making.

“Hand,” he requested as he pulled a fresh wipe from the pack.

Once he had finished with Leah, Sy took care of himself and set the soiled wipes aside to be dealt with later. He pulled his pants back up but left his shirt off for the moment. 

Leah followed his lead, redressing before pulling their drinks out of the bag.

“How long have we got before they come lookin' for ya?”

“They won’t really be looking for us unless one of them is about to leave but I’d like to go spend a bit more time with them before the evening is over.”

“Of course,” Sy agreed, shuffling around so he sat with Leah between his legs and wrapped them both in the soft blanket.

They stayed that way until they had finished their beers then Leah showed Sy the best foot holds on the stone chimney to help them climb down a few feet before having to jump the rest of the way.

Valentina shot Leah a knowing wink as they rejoined the dancers while the boys glared at Sy when they noticed his neck but none of them attempted to punch him in the face so he considered it a win

There were only a few people left by the time the fire had almost fully died down, most of the people having carpooled to have a designated driver. Everyone had pitched in to clean the yard so all that was left to do was load the speakers back into Camden’s car and fold up the remaining lawn chairs that had been arranged around the fire pit.

The music’s volume had been lowered to serve as background sound for the quiet conversation. Leah was falling asleep on Sy’s lap, bundled in one of his hoodies, but she refused to go to bed until all her friends had gone home.  In the end, Sy had to carry a sleeping Leah to bed under Caleb’s watchful eye.

Out of habit, Sy walked Caleb to his car as if it were his own home. Before getting in, he offered Sy his hand to shake.

“I was planning on meeting Leah for lunch next week. I hope you can join us.”

Sy clasped Caleb’s hand in his. “I’ll be there.”

Chapter 24

[sillyrabbit81]

The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Seventeen

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Seventeen Summary: Lori finds out more about Jake. Walker finds out about the pact.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 3.4k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Seventeen Warnings: slight angst, violence, mentions of blood, implied smut

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

This chapter is from both Lori and Walker's POVs. I know it's a bit different to how I've been structuring the story, but I felt like it needed to be done this way.

There's more exposition here, but I think that will be all for a while.

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

Parts Masterlist

Part Sixteen Part Eighteen (coming soon)

Lori

“Are you sure you don’t want breakfast first?” Marshall asked as we approached the open door to Walker’s office.

I shook my head. “Let’s get this over with.”

He gave me a brief approving smile before cupping the back of my head and kissing me on the crown.

“Let’s go,” he said.

I took a deep breath to steel myself for what I was about to face and I walked into Walker’s office.

The space was simple enough, basically furnished with a dark, almost black, modern looking desk with a laptop and a number of open files and papers making a mess of the otherwise clean room. There was a matching filing cabinet and a bookshelf, a low modern black leather sofa and four simple chairs pushed against one of the grey walls and the floor was carpeted in a similarly grey rug. The only feature that appeared decorative was an abstract art piece that ran nearly the entire length of the wall.

It immediately caught my eye; it was impossible to ignore. The work was lit by museum style lighting and spread over two canvases. It was mostly white with sometimes wispy, sometimes harsh, feathery slashes of black, grey and brown paint. While there was an obvious darkness to the piece, there was something heartachingly optimistic about it. For some reason I was reminded of being a kid, blowing hard on a dandelion and watching with glee as the pappus floated away on the wind carrying with them the potential for adventure and a new life.

Walker cleared his throat. I glanced at him quickly, he was taking his seat behind the desk and Marshall was carrying over two chairs. I turned back to the painting and tried to reconcile the art with its owner, but couldn’t for the life of me see the connection.

What would a piece like this mean to a man like Walker? If it was simply melancholic and evoked feelings of fear and dread, I could see the attraction for him. However, the undeniable sense of potential hope and happiness born from the darkness had my curiosity piqued. Why would he not only buy it, but give the piece a place of honour, something that no other object in this room seemed to have? It couldn’t have been cheap, the artist was no doubt talented and experienced; it must have cost a fortune.

“Oh,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes. “Of course.”

It was an investment and a way to hide his true net worth from authorities. Granted, it was a high brow, convoluted way of laundering money, but it wasn’t unheard of, especially for international criminal syndicates. It was the only explanation that seemed plausible.

Taking one last look at the painting, I sat down next to Marshall. He pulled out his notebook while Walker selected one of the files scattered over his desk and opened it. He selected a page and showed it to me.

It was a grainy and dark photograph of the interior of a nightclub and appeared to have been lifted from security footage. A number of people were in the shot, mostly holding drinks and standing in groups of twos or threes. At first I didn’t grasp the significance of the picture, then I gasped as I recognised the couple in the middle of the frame.

“Jake,” I whispered. 

“Jacob Owen Wright,” Walker corrected.

Barely able to tear my eyes from the photograph, I looked at the two men, “How did you find him? Just from this picture?”

Marshall looked a little sheepish and glanced at Walker who showed no embarrassment. “I had some associates sweep your apartment for fingerprints and DNA.”

“What?” I asked, my voice hard with anger. “You had no right to do that without asking.”

Walker took out another couple of pages and showed me pictures of what I recognised to be Jake’s apartment only by the kitchen cabinets because the rest of the apartment was completely bare.

“We didn’t have a lot of options. The whole place was scrubbed. Not a single piece of usable evidence was found to start an identification. Your apartment was the only other place we knew for sure that he’d been.”

“You could have asked,” I said, only partly paying attention to what I was saying.

My mind was in a whirl and I found it difficult to pin down any single thought. It was clear that Jake had lied to me about who he was and what his interest in forming a relationship with me was, but this along with the tracking device suggested that a bigger conspiracy was at play.

“So, you found something in my apartment?”

“Not a lot, but enough for an ID. A thumbprint was found on the top edge of the headboard of your bed and further examination found the rest of the prints on the back as if it had been grasped and used for purchase,” Walker informed me blankly.

My cheeks heated as I realised how those prints got there. I remembered when it had happened and remembered looking at the athletic cords of his arm muscles stretching and contracting as he used the bed as an anchor to go harder and deeper. I felt like such a fool. In the back of my mind I must have known there was something off about him, which was probably why I never want the relationship to make the transition from casual fuck buddies to something more serious. I don’t know why I ignored that feeling and let myself be drawn in by a man who had nothing to offer but lies and deception just because he had the veneer of civility. Looking up at Marshall, it struck me that while the Brothers appeared to be lawless and crude, they treated me better than any man I had known other than my father, Nate, and Hustle.

“Prints on file mean a criminal record right?” I asked.

Again the two men exchanged glances and again Walker spoke, “Not necessarily. But in this case, yes. One offence in New Mexico as a youth. While he was born in your home town, it appears as though he moved around a lot. His mother, born Louise Anne Huxley, married several times, however Jacob’s birth certificate lists no father and we haven’t been able to find one. Louise changed her name several times, with each marriage and on a few occasions without a marriage. Jacob’s birth name was Jacob Flynt, but he has also been known as Turner, Johnson and now, Wright.”

I peered at the photo of me and Jake again. He never even mentioned that he had been born in my hometown, only saying he had moved there a few months before we met; he hadn’t even said moved back. He hadn’t been open about himself like Marshall or Sy, or even Mike and I never would have asked him to be. I’d known the Brothers less than a week and I knew more about each of them than I did about Jake. Well, except for Walker.

“Anything else?”

Walker shook his head. “We have more leads to run down, I’ll let you know if we find anything more significant.”

“You’ve had some time to think,” Marshall said, “have you thought of anything else, anything at all that could help with the investigation?”

“No. Nothing I haven’t already told you.” My eyes were drawn back to the canvas. “Have you told my brother? Does he know anything about this?”

“I spoke to Hustle—” Walker started.

“I asked about Nate,” I brought my attention back to Walker whose jaw muscles quivered beneath his stubbled cheek. “Have you spoken to him?”

“No.”

I nodded and swallowed down my fear. Nate must be alright; Hustle would have said if he wasn’t and despite everything, I’m sure Walker would tell me if something had happened to him.

“Is that all? Can I go now?” I asked.

Walker gave me a curt dip of his head, so slight it couldn’t be called a nod.

I stood and turned swiftly on my heels as I headed for the door.

Walker

Marshall gave me a flat, unimpressed stare as he followed Lori out of my office.

“Jesus,” I muttered as I placed the papers and photographs back in the manilla folder. What the hell did I do this time to get her so riled up? 

Sighing, I tapped the file on the desk and glanced up to see Marshall lifting Lori’s chin with a crooked finger in a way that suggested a familiarity that was far too inappropriate for my liking. It was a good thing Sy wasn’t here to witness it; no doubt he’d go completely apeshit. A kiss on the cheek was one thing, even Mike’s game yesterday was basically harmless, but the way Marshall was looking at Lori was absolutely not benign. 

I was sure Marshall would pull away before they actually kissed. I couldn’t blame him for wanting to kiss her; the girl was far too attractive for her appeal to be ignored. She was artlessly beautiful and she had a spark of fiery willfulness that always made my cock ache when I imagined seducing her into submission. But this wasn’t about Lori, I didn’t give two shits if Lori stepped out on Sy, it was about Marshall. Marshall wouldn’t betray Sy, he wouldn’t betray a Brother. Surely he wasn’t going to—

“Holy Shit!”

He did it, he actually kissed her.

My blood ran like napalm through my veins, my sight going red as I lept my desk and letting the uncontrolled rage rush through my system along with the burst of adrenaline, I let it all out in one furious punch squarely in the middle of Marshall's face.

A scream and a warm spray of blood slapped me across the face, quickly sobering me. 

Oh fuck, what have I done?

Marshall held his nose, no doubt busted and Lori was pushing me out of the way as she tried to get Marshall to lower his hands so she could see the damage. Marshall wasn’t having it, stepping around her as he confronted me.

“You deserve that, you know you do,” I said, coolly.

“And why the fuck would I?” Marshall said, blood pooled in his mouth which sprayed out as he spoke.

“You think Sy would have gone easier on you? Should I have just let him deal with this?”

“And why the fuck would you care what Sy would do?”

“I’m not going to let a woman break this club up, I don’t care who the fuck she is.” 

“It’s not what you think Walker,” Lori had the hide to say. I turned on Lori, her face was pale with fear, but she held her chin up as if daring me to hit her too. Fuck, she was killing me.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about Walker,” Marshall added.

“What else could I think? You’re kissing his fucking woman. You think he’s going to shrug and get over it? You’ve put the whole club in jeopardy and—”

“Walker!” Geralt entered my office, planting himself firmly between Marshall and me.

“He was kissing Lori,” I said. Jesus, I sounded like a kid trying to obfuscate responsibility after being busted by their dad. I may as well have pointed at Marshall and cried, he started it.

Geralt didn’t react. Not even a tiny twitch of his eye.

“You knew? You knew and you didn’t think to stop it before he came back? He’s going to fucking kill him.”

Geralt sighed and looked at the grey carpet now decorated with a blood splatter that Dexter Morgan would have been proud of.

“Lori, take him to the kitchen and put some ice on his nose.”

Lori gave me a look of disgust that made my guts twist. Fear, I could deal with; disgust was something else entirely. Marshall still had his eyes trained on me, his eyes darkened with murderous ambition. I readied myself for him to attack, but Lori took his hand, with a gentle tug and he let himself be led away.

I turned my attention back to Geralt as Marshall and Lori disappeared into the hallway.

“You’ve got some explaining to do,” I said to Geralt, turning back to my desk and sitting in my chair.

Stunned, I sat slack jawed as Geralt explained the situation - the pact the others had made - although it sounded too far fetched to be true. But it made a lot of things fall into place and explained what the others had been whispering amongst themselves over the past few days.

How could I have missed this? How could I not have known what was going on. Jesus, what else was going on in the club that I didn’t know about?

“What happens when the job is over?” I asked when he finished talking.

“Same rules as before, she decides what she wants,” Geralt replied.

“What if she wants to go home? Would you go with her?”

Geralt shrugged.

“Jesus. You’d let the club fall because of the whims of some girl?”

Geralt raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

“When were you going to tell me? When you were all packed up ready to leave and I’d be stuck here holding my dick,” I seethed through gritted teeth. “I’d expect something like this from Sy, he’s always been a little soft when it comes to women. Or Mike even, he’s a fucking kid. But Marshall? You? No. I thought you knew what we were doing here, what we were working for.”

“I don’t think she will want to leave when this is over, I think she’s found her place here.”

“This is no place for a woman.”

“She knows what she's getting into. She’s not naive.”

Geralt’s nonchalance about this whole situation was doing my head in. There was so much that could go wrong here. We could lose it all because my Brothers couldn’t think with anything but their dicks.

“You don't have to be on the outside looking in,” Geralt said with a sly smirk. “She likes you too, you know.”

I laughed, curling my lip and showing Geralt my teeth. “I saw the look on her face, she’s terrified of me.”

“Not of you, of what you represent.”

“I don't share my toys," I sneered.

Geralt nodded slowly. “It’s your call,” he stood, “I'll go check on Marshall.”

“Tell him…” I ground my teeth, what the fuck do I say?

Geralt paused and waited.

“Nothing.”

I glanced at the painting on my wall. The darkness loomed larger than usual and I turned away again quickly, not daring to hope for some light.

Over the next few days the divide between my Brothers and I widened while the others seemed to draw together as they closed in on Lori. Normally there was a schedule set up for guarding a client, even inside the clubhouse, but Lori didn’t need one; she was never alone. She went from Marshall, to Geralt, to Mike, back to Marshall. I didn’t bother offering to take even an hour of guard duty. I wasn’t asked to anyway.

I dared not ask which of my Brothers she was fucking. Marshall obviously, but had Mike and Geralt gone there too? It didn’t look like it, but I couldn’t be sure. I should have nipped the situation in the bud that first night when I found Sy in bed with her.

Dinners alternated between awkward affairs and actually entertaining. Mike in particular was lively, filling dull moments with jokes and conversation. But usually towards the end of the meal Marshall would look at Lori, and the air in the room became electrified as if statically charged. I would leave the room as soon as possible.

One evening after dinner, I walked into the common room and the four of them were there. Perched on Geralt's knee, it appeared she was playing a card game against Mike and Marshall, a small stack of chips were in front of each of them. Her brows were drawn low in concentration as Geralt whispered in her ear and pointed at her hand.

They all looked up simultaneously. Mike and Marshall dropped their heads back to their cards, Marshall still hadn’t forgiven me for the punch and barely spoke to me during meals. His bruising had faded to a few dark circles under his eyes and he had a small cut on the bridge of his nose. Geralt nodded in greeting but didn’t say anything. 

Lori watched me move around the bar until Mike pulled her attention back to the game.

“It’s your turn Babycakes.”

She peeked over her shoulder at Geralt and pointed at a card. He nodded and grinned. Lori dropped the cards onto the table with a smirk and Mike groaned while Marshall dropped his hand with a disgruntled sigh.

“I won?” Lori asked, grining.

“G won,” Mike grumbled under his breath while Marshall nodded.

She raised her hands into fists above her head and bounced excitedly on Geralt’s knee. I turned my attention to pouring my drink, slamming the glass down angrily on the counter.

“Should we play again?” I heard her ask.

“I’ll deal,” Mike said.

“Walker, do you want in?” Lori asked.

I paused, the bottle of whiskey poised just about to pour.

“On the game,” she added.

Mike snickered.

I started to pour myself a generous amount before raising my head. All four of them were looking expectantly at me. I raised my glass to my lips and had a sip, relishing the sweet burn as it passed my throat and settled in my belly.

“No thanks,” I said, already walking across the room, “some people have to work around here.”

I went back to my office. I didn’t have any work to do, not really. All the leads we had in the investigation into Jake were being handled externally by various contacts who worked for us on occasion and I had decided not to take any more jobs until this one was over. We’d had requests and offers, but after investigating Jake and relaying the information to Hustle, I had a nagging feeling something wasn’t adding up. I think we were going to need everyone on this and Sy’s experience in particular was needed.

I lit a cigar and went to the sofa on the wall. I stared at the painting on the wall as I smoked, and drank, waiting patiently for the heavy buzz that would let me sleep.

I was getting close when the gate alarm went off. I went back to my desk and checked the camera feed and saw Sy rolling the large wire gate shut before riding off to the garage. I sat in the chair and waited.

It wasn’t long before he appeared, bag slung over one shoulder, helmet tucked under his arm.

“Walker,” he said.

“How did it go?”

He placed his helmet carefully on the desk, shrugged then sat. “It was straightforward. No problems. Need a report?”

I shook my head, “Not unless there’s something we should be aware of in future.”

He grimaced, “One or two things, but nothing urgent. I’ll get it to you in a few days.”

“Fine.” 

I expected him to leave but he stayed sitting in the chair. After a few moments he spoke. “How is she?”

“Alive,” I said.

He nodded. Quiet again, he looked all around my office at everything except me then spoke again. “Where is she?”

“I last saw her in the common room with the others. If they aren’t there, then I expect she’s with Marshall,” I paused, trying to figure out what the fuck he was thinking, but he gave nothing away so I added, “Like every other night since we got here.”

He nodded again. Still nothing, his face totally impassive, I couldn’t get a read on him at all.

Sy stood suddenly, “I’ll get that report to you soon.”

I wanted to ask him where he was going to go; his room or Marshall’s? I wanted to ask him why he did it, I wanted to tell him I couldn’t have done what he did, I wanted to punch the shit out of him and tell him he was a fucking idiot. Instead I waited until he left and went back to the sofa and stared at the painting on the wall again until I fell asleep.

[catierambles]

Feral Instincts Ch.21

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 2270

Warnings: Anxieties

After coordinating with Heather's Alpha Peter, Stephanie and he arranged for them to get together in the local state park on a Saturday around late morning, that way they could get the introductions out of the way before they started cooking for lunch. The day of the cookout was gorgeous, the sun bright and warm, the air slightly cool but too much where there was a chill. Geralt had needed to go out of town a couple days prior, borrowing Sy's truck, but said he would be back the day of, and would meet them at the park.

August and Walter went in August's black SUV, while Sy, Stephanie, and Mike piled into Walter's dark four door pickup truck, Sy's grill and a couple coolers filled with food and drinks secured in the back. The others were already there, including her pack from the apartment buildings, when they pulled into the park and August helped Sy unload everything as Stephanie, Walter, and Mike went over to them, Stephanie seeing Heather standing with an older man that honestly reminded her of Tom Selleck circa Magnum PI.

"Hey, you!" Heather said, giving her a wide smile as she saw her and they shared a hug. "Oof, haven't seen you since before you were infected. Shit, were we wrong about you being a Beta."

"Heather, this is Walter Marshall, one the Alphas I told you about, the former cop." Stephanie said and Peter extended a hand.

"Nice to meet you." Peter said and Walter shook it briefly.

"You as well." He said and Peter turned his attention to her.

"That was rude, sorry. Shaking his hand before yours." He said, "Peter Danzig, pleasure to meet you."

"You too, nice to put a face to a voice." Stephanie said, shaking his hand with a smile, not failing to notice how Walter's arm looped around her waist and he tugged her closer slightly. She just gave him a look and he pulled an apologetic face. "This is my Beta, Mike Syverson." She looped her arm in his, laying her head on his shoulder.

"Hey." Mike said, moving his head at him in greeting.

"There were four Alphas, right?" Heather asked and Stephanie nodded.

"August and Sy are getting things unloaded but should be---there they are." She said, smiling as they joined them. "This is Markus Syverson, we all call him Sy--"

"Howdy."

"And August--"

"Walker." Peter finished, his pleasant expression faltering slightly.

"Do you two…know each other?" Stephanie asked, picking up on the sudden tension.

"Not that I'm aware of." August said, giving Peter a steady look.

"Your reputation precedes." He said and August made an understanding sound, nodding slightly.

"Well, don't worry, I'm not here on business." He said and Stephanie looked back and forth between them with an arched brow. "I'll explain later, sweetheart."

"That's three," Heather said, "Where's the fourth?"

"Oh, Geralt had to go out of town, but he's meeting us here." She said.

"Geralt…Rivian?" Peter asked and she nodded, "You have August Walker and Geralt Rivian in your pack?"

"Another preceding reputation?" Stephanie asked and Peter nodded. "I know he's a Tracker for the Pack Council and hunts down Ferals, but I don't--"

"I'll explain later." August said again, his gaze not leaving Peter.

“August.” She said but he didn’t look at her, “Blink.” That made him look at her and he gave her a soft smile, pulling her in and pressing his lips to her forehead. “And, I don’t know, bond over your mutual mustachness, or something.” Mike and Sy gave a snort, August giving her a look that she returned. “Now, if that’s all, I need to be tackled by a bunch of kids.” She pulled away from them, heading over to where the families were sitting, opening her arms wide. “Kiddos!” There was a high pitched chorus of her name and she was suddenly surrounded by children of varying ages. She made sure to greet each of them in turn with a hug, picking up two of the smallest and settling them on each hip as she went to greet the parents. August, Sy, and Walter watched all of this with a fond smile and Mike cleared his throat.

“It ain’t happening, remember?” He reminded them.

“We know, Mikey.” Sy said but they didn’t take their eyes from her.

“Steph had a sterilization procedure done a few years before she was infected.” Walter explained, catching Peter’s confused look. “She can no longer have children.”

“A female Alpha that can’t have kids?” Peter asked, “No offense, but then why are you all with her?” They looked at him in unison, their stares hardening.

“Offense not meant, but offense taken.” Sy said, “We’re with Steph because we love Steph, she’s our Mate. Would it be nice to have pups with her? Yeah, it would, but it’s her body and her choice. Female Alphas ain’t baby makin’ machines, good for nothin’ else.”

“Ignore him,” Heather said, rolling her eyes, “He grew up in a traditional wolf family and is kind of old fashioned, makes him a bit of a dick sometimes.” Mike snorted at that, rolling his eyes and breaking away from the group. Going over to Stephanie, he dodged children to press a kiss to her cheek, making her look up at him with a smile.

Despite the rough start, the day went on a bit better, the two packs mingling and friendships forming. A game of touch football was proposed that made Sy light up, Mike telling her that he had been the captain of their high school's football team and had played during college while he was going through ROTC for the Army.

"Did you ever play, babe?" Sy asked.

"Football?" Stephanie asked, and shook her head. "I played sports in high school and college, but not that."

"Let me guess," Sy said with a smirk, "Softball."

"Rugby." She said with an unamused tone and Walter snorted into his soda can. "A bit like football, only we hit harder and don't wear protection. Went through almost an entire match once with a broken nose. Caught an elbow early on."

"Is that why you have that scar on the bridge of your nose?" Walter asked and she nodded.

"Got it set at the hospital once the match was over." She said, "Didn't let it stop me from playing the next match, though."

"You're so cool!" Mike said with a defeated tone and she snorted, pulling him in by his shirt and pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

"You guys go have fun, I'll be cheering from the sidelines." She said and they each gave her a kiss in turn, heading off to where the others were gathering. August wasn't participating, as he really wasn't wearing the right footwear for it, so he stayed off to the sides with Stephanie. Despite the cool air, they still worked up a sweat as they played and soon the shirts were shed and she would admit to watching them just a little more intently as they played. Sy and Walter were bulky with muscle, but still agile as they moved around the field. Mike had more of a runner or swimmers build, slender but still defined and he was almost fluid as he dodged the opposing team.

She wasn't the only one who noticed them, however, and she caught a few other women watching them just as intently. They were a couple Betas and Omegas from Peter's pack, and they were pretty, conventionally so. She couldn't hear what they were saying amongst themselves as they were too far away, but with the giggles and the looks, she could hazard a guess. Patting August's low back, she moved away from him, skirting the edges of their makeshift field and heading over to a cooler to get something to drink. It just happened to have been located by them, but far enough away to where they wouldn't notice her there.

"Damn, those Alphas from that mountain pack look good."

"The Beta isn't hard on the eyes either."

"Didn't they come here with a female Alpha?"

"Yeah, but it's probably nothing. Did you see her? Oof." Their laughter was catty.

"I heard she was their Mate."

"Yeah, and I also heard that she can't even breed, so they're wasting their time if she is."

"Think we should take a shot?"

"Probably wouldn't be difficult." She moved away after that, heading back to August with her bottle of water.

"You okay?" He asked, picking up on her soured mood.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said, giving him a small, well trained smile. The game ended and she watched as they headed over to the coolers, the women approaching them. Again, she couldn't hear what they were saying, but she got the feeling the flush to Mike's cheeks wasn't just from the physical exertion. An Omega reached out, touching Sy's tattoo gently and the small smile he gave her twisted her heart. She wasn’t jealous. She wasn’t. She was…preparing herself. "Hey, can I have your keys?"

"Of course." August said, not looking up from his phone as he dug in his pocket, handing her the fob. "Are you okay?"

"Need some quiet. Getting a little people'd out." She said and walked away from him, heading for his SUV. The doors unlocked as she touched the back door handle and she pulled it open, crawling into the backseat and closing the door. Sounds were instantly muffled as she laid against the leather.

"Did you see her? Oof."

"She can't even breed. They're wasting their time."

"Wouldn't be difficult."

Tears stung at her eyes and she blinked them away. She wouldn't blame them if they went elsewhere. She couldn't give them kids, even if she wanted to, and besides, she wasn't exclusive to one of them, why would they be exclusive to her? Wouldn't be fair.

The nagging doubts built in her head again and she curled in on herself. They wouldn't be with her if she wasn't a wolf, she was sure of it now. Mike said he would be, but she was already infected when they met, so how accurate was that?

Mike sputtered a little on his drink, his eyes wide.

"Are you okay?" The female Beta he had been talking to asked, but he ignored her, looking around for Stephanie but not seeing her. He moved away at a quick jog, heading towards August on the other side of the field.

"Where's Steph?" He asked when he got to him.

"In my truck, why?" He asked.

"Is she okay?"

"Just needed some quiet." August said and caught the look on his face. "What's going on?"

"I can't feel her anymore." He said and took off, running across the park towards the cars. Going up to August's truck, he didn't see her in the passenger seat so he pulled up the back door, his eyes immediately going to her curled up on the bench seat. "Sweetcheeks." He crawled into the car with her, wrapping her in his arms and maneuvering them so she was half laying on him.

"You deserve better than me." She sobbed and his heart broke just a little bit more, "All of you. Someone stable, someone undamaged. Someone who can give you what you want. I can't, Mike, I can't give you those things."

"Babe." He said, his arms tightening around her. Anger built as did his sorrow, but not at her, at the Feral who messed with her head and hurt her, who was still hurting her.

"Hey, Geralt just sent me a text." Sy said, coming up to the truck, "He's about five minutes--what happened."

"I can't feel her, Sy." Mike said, his eyes closed tight. "She's not there anymore."

“Doll?” Sy asked, reaching out and touching her. “Baby, come on back to us.”

“What’s--” August stopped when he saw them, “This again? I thought we were past this.”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare, Walker.” Sy said, turning on him. “She’s goin’ through a goddamn war in her head right now, she don’t need you throwin’ a grenade.” He just sighed, his hand coming down on the doorframe and she flinched.

“Did you just flinch?” August asked and Sy pushed him away with a snarl.

“Walk away.” He said and August looked like he was about to say something but Sy cut him off, “Now.” He watched him walk away before giving them his attention again. “How many Omegas we got in the pack?”

“None she’s close with.” Mike said, sliding his hand into her hair and pressing his lips to her forehead, needing to physically feel her as there was a yawning void where she should have been. There was the sound of tires on gravel, a peace settling over her heart making her sigh.

“Geralt’s here.” Sy said, but she already knew that.

“You want to greet him, babe?” Mike asked and she nodded. There was more maneuvering and they slid out from the SUV, Stephanie still sniffling, running her fingers through her hair to try to tame it some.

“Hey.” Sy said, “We got--holy shit.” She looked up, seeing Geralt standing there but he wasn’t alone.

“Sy…” Mike said, his eyes going wide.

“Yeah.” Sy said, going over to their guest slowly. He was young, maybe around sixteen, with pale skin and short, shaggy black hair. They stared at each other for a moment before Sy pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly, the young man returning his embrace and she saw his shoulders shake.

“Mike?” Stephanie asked.

“It’s our baby brother, Steph.” Mike said, “It’s Albert.”

[for-a-muse-of-fire]

The Wench and The Witcher | Ficlet Series (Complete)

Geralt of Rivia x Black OC - inspired by the works of Hozier

NSFT/18+ only -  these fics are not meant for anyone under the age of 18.

imagine being loved by me

be as you’ve always been

chivalry fell on its sword

how easy you are to need

happily i’m unfazed here, too

and that kind of love

youthfully felt

i’ll crawl home

in the woods somewhere

and flew like a moth to you

oh what a sin

what did you bury?

PROMPT: “you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else”

like (your) love

be still my foolish heart

and it’s easy done, our little remedy

i will never grow so old again

to derail the mind of me

and the damaged love she made

by the still of your hand

make it enough

i’d be home with you

watch the world go by

some tender charm

tame your demons

this is hungry work

before the otherness came: part I, part II

oh, but you’re good to me

[itstheimpossibledream]

Superuncle

Word Count:1836

Pairing: Henry xOFC educator 

Warning: Smut,Size kink

Summary :Henry's nephew is convinced he's superman and the teacher has warned him that telling 'tall tales' is incredibly unethical. However, when he brings his uncle to class you are forced to eat your words...and more??

Please don’t repost my fics without my permission!

"I'm so sorry I - I " Henry cuts you off.

"It's  really quite alright. I'm sure he usually is exaggerating in class." he chuckles more to himself than to you, but you find it endearing that he's quirky enough to laugh that hard at his own words, or was it nerves? You couldn't pretend as though you hadn't seen the movie with your friends and drooled over his body but, if an incredibly good-looking , movie star uncle was indeed related to a kid in your class this was the first time the PTA moms had neglected to fill you in on some juicy gossip.  You reached for the lock on your bike, you had to admit it wasn't the most impressive ride but, it got you where you needed to be without wasting the gas money. 

"If you need a lift I drove Tom to school today so ...." He trailed off but, whether he had out of humility or not, You knew better than to deny a moviestar offering to spend time with you.

"O - uh sure. Can I throw my bike in the back?" Before you knew it, he was lifting the bike into the truck as though it was nothing. You admired the movement of the muscles in his back, through his shirt as he swung his arms back to his sides. He must have noticed you were staring but, clearly didn't mind as he opened the passenger side door for you.

You could feel your nerves propelling you through the car ride , knowing you were talking a mile-a-minute but also much to embarrassed to stop. You directed him, and eventually , he pulled up to your house. The truck roared into the driveway and you watched as he gingerly lowered your bike from the bed and wheeled it into your garage.

"So how long have you lived here?" he furrowed his brow as he asked, looking up at the house. 

"O I started teaching there right after college,moved into this house maybe a year later?Four years." you say looking at him, stopping yourself from rambling as you push your key into the door knob.

"Would you ummm- like to come in for a drink or something ?" You watched as the corner of his mouth upturned. The silence broke as you clicked  the lock open.

"After you." he bellowed, you felt a jump in your stomach at his acceptance of your offer. The heft of the door swung behind you and he caught it, closing it gently. You set your bag down on the table and walk to the kitchen. Reaching  for the glasses you push up on the counter, you feel him steady your hips as you come down with the first glass. A million things flash through your mind but, the most prevalent is that he is touching you. A very hot movie star is touching you. You roll back up on your toes to grab the second glass, and his hands move lower this time. He moves towards your crotch, rubbing you through your pants and it's clear that he wasn't just assisting you , he was making a move. It was so subtle,possibly practiced but still incredibly hot.

"Is this okay?"his deep baritone begged the question as he whispered it into your hair, never stopping the movement of his hand. You barely managed to exhale “ummmhmmm” while nodding your head , your breath had completely caught in your throat. He must have felt you tense up because he followed up with "We can stop whenever you want." it was genuine, you could tell that.You angled your head to the side so that you could see him, you looked right into his beautiful blue eyes.

"I don't want you to stop. " you whispered back to him breathlessly, leaning in to catch his lips in yours. With that, he kissed you back, moving his hands to undo your pants and slide his hand into your underwear. He pushed a thick finger into you and he laughed at the noise his touch made you illicit. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers pushed their way inside of you.  You swayed your hips in an attempt to shimmy out of your pants. He noticed and bent down, helping to get the pants over your feet. You both chuckle as he struggles, pulling the pants off. 

"God you're gorgeous." he said as he bends you over the counter roughly, you hear him fumbling with his belt but nothing really registers until you feel him sliding his thickness along the outside of your entrance. You allow yourself to moan out again and he grabs your hair up into one hand, pulling your head back, mouth kissing the sky.

"You're such a good girl for me" his voice was low and gravelly. "spread your legs more for me." he whispers, controlling your body with commands over and over again. Not waiting for you to do it as much as he was telling you that he was going to move you. As he lifted your leg, you could feel that he was able to line up and easily slide into you. You couldn't help yourself, you exhaled into all the all the sexual tension that had been between you. 

"I love that sound." he smirked, you turned your head as far as you could to see his dark curls moving in rhythm as he pumped into you. 

"Just like that baby, you're taking me so well." You could feel the butterflies in your stomach jumping at his praise.You groaned again as you shifted your position allowing him deeper inside you. Despite your intent of not seeming easy you moaned loudly, unable to control yourself.

"Please..........please." you begged him, to which he responded by cupping your hip and driving into you slower. He must have felt that it was to much for you to take.Because his pace slowed even more as he lowered his mouth to your ear again saying " I want you to go lay on the bed with your legs open for me okay princess?" He carefully pulled out of you,your legs were wobbly as you peeled your chest off of the granite countertop. "Go now." he said smacking your ass and urging you in the direction of the hallway. You moved as quickly as your legs could carry you, unabashedly letting out a light giggle on the way. As you laid down you could feel his eyes on you.  You spread your legs, trailing your hand down to your core , your fingers moved gingerly as he watched you, rubbing yourself closer and closer to your climax. He stood to the side of your bed, working himself over in his large hand. Taking in his body, the expanse of chest and abs coupled with the faint beginning of hair curling on his chest was driving you insane. His hand seemed so big, and you were mesmerized by his body. 

"Do you want me to fuck you again?"

"Yes.Yes-" you cut off realizing you sounded more eager than you had intended to. He moves to the bed, hovering over you he lifts your chin and kisses you for the first time. It's exploratory but simple, his lips work slow and sweetly,almost as if he doesn't want to push you. Which feels weird considering he'd already been inside you. But, in your own bed doing missionary like a couple that actually knew each other was more intimate, you respected that he was treating it as such. He hummed into you as he deepened the kiss. When he rolled his cock into your hand you heard him let out a deep moan. 

"Wait -wait. Do you have a condom?" he says stopping you. That is not at all what you had expected him say. 

"Yeah." you nodded looking at him but, not moving, partly shocked that he had even asked.He looked in the direction of your nightstand and you nodded again. He opened the drawer, found the condom and tore it open effortlessly. You resumed rubbing yourself under him and he groaned as he rolled the condom on watching you. 

"You're a very slutty teacher" he smirked, lining himself up again at your entrance. 

"Maybe I just don't see the point in using a condom after the fact." you chuckled.

"Maybe I want you to think I'm a nice guy,a good girl like you wouldn't let me fuck again if I wasn't responsible." you chuckled at his response, and he immediately pushed into you. You gasped at the pressure and he put a hand on your lower abdomen. You could tell he was enjoying how your muscles were moving to make space for him. 

" Wearing a condom makes you responsible?" you managed to get out. “Even highschool boys can do that.”you press.

"Makes you think I am" he shrugged, wrapping your arms around his neck and lifting you up to face him.  You could see right into his perfectly blue eyes were glued to yours as he watched your response to the new depth he found within your body.You craned your neck up to kiss him. Before long you had to break the kiss, the pressure in your abdomen  simply becoming to much in building up to your orgasm. You ended up sharing his air as he rocked you into your orgams, your body shaking. You were loud and you didn't care. Once it was clear that you had hit your peak he began driving into you quickly,grunting loudly. His speed lacked nothing as he managed to push you over the edge again, this time with him.

You breathe him in, not breaking eye contact.Memorizing the slight winces in his face as he emptied himself into you. 

"Holy shit- holy shit." you exhale between deep breaths. He runs a hand through his hair and begins laughing, his canines shining in the afternoon light, perfectly slotted between your shades.

“Holy shit is right.”he exhales, chest heaving again. You watch the rise and fall of the small  curly hairs on his chest, wishing to touch him but, not knowing if that would be okay yet.You settled for rolling onto your back and covering your face in your hands. 

“You alright? Did I do something wrong ?” He asks calmly awaiting your reply. When you remove you arm, you see him hovering above you, a palette of concern painting his face.

“I just-I usually don’t sleep with someone as soon as I….” you trail off into a mumble and he leans in , kissing you and silencing your worries. His hand encases your throat, as he moves it up to clutch your jaw.

”You don’t have to worry about that love.Your secret’s safe with me.”He pecked you on the lips again and wrapped you up in his arms. It was oddly easy being held by him, and you allowed yourself to be lost in him, effortlessly. 

[cardierreh15]

Phoenix: Story of the Lost Fire Princess.

Hey guys! This is my Second Story! Took me FOREVER to figure out when and where to start it. But I do hope you enjoy It. Once I got the hang of it, it was so much fun to put together. Enjoy 🖤🤍

**I do not give permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warning 18+: Strong Vulgar Language , Violence , Blood , Racism , Monsters , Death , Grief , Mentions of Loss .

Pairing: Henry Cavill(Geralt) x African American Woman(Phoenix-POV)

Description: Phoenix tries to continue to live in the shadows until she comes across an unfortunate event. Where she’ll also meet a new friend.

Word Count: 7.0K

Chapter 1: Her Majesty

'Harder! Push! Strike! Push! Strike!-' The sounds of steel clinked together with the sound of Phoenix's grunts. 'GRRRR-AHH!' she exclaimed as she swung her blade tiredly at Levy's head. He ducked just in time, and before she could bring her tired arms up to swing again, he pushed her back. 'Uhh!' Thud. Phoenix's eyes looked up at Levy with great anger. She scrambled over to her sword but before she could grab it, he had already had his foot on the blade. Grunting, she tugged on the handle as she tried to pull it from beneath his weight. 'Let go!' She exclaimed with an annoyed tone.

'Get Up,' He'd demanded with a deep, and dark voice.

'I don't wanna! You can't make me!' She pouted and sat up on her bottom and crossed her legs together, folding her little arms across her chest. The large male snatched her up by her arm and placed her on her feet. 'YOU WON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT AND MOPE AROUND WHEN YOUR KINGDOM IS BEING RAIDED! YOU WON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT AND MOPE AROUND WHEN YOU'RE FACING DEATH IN THE BATTLEFIELD!'

The young girl looked up at the knight, the pain from her arm was completely masked out by the fear she felt in this moment. His eyes were green like jade and he had a nasty scar over his left eye. His hair thick with curls and was bright blonde. So blonde that it was almost platinum. He was a huge man, which it was no wonder why he was the King's Golden Knight.

Phoenix let out a small whimper as she looked up into his eyes. 'L-Levy...' And he violently pushed her arm away and stepped off of the sword. The princess whimpered and rubbed the spot where his fingers squeezed into her flesh. 'You have no idea how good you have it child,' He huffed and walked over to the weapons rack and placed his sword down on the table so it could be resharpened by the blacksmith later. 'You never had to witness a gruesome sight as watching those around you drop. You'll never understand the pain of watching your friends die so young. Thus,' He turned around and walked back towards her. 'Is why I am trying to teach you as best as I can. You don't learn by being a spoiled brat and half assing your lessons...' He stood there, arms folded across his chest. 'I didn't mean to be so angry. You know I would die protecting you princess. But you have to trust me. You aren't like your mother, you have fight. You weren't bred to just sit up in a castle and look pretty all day princess. A Queen rules, even when it's time for her to risk her life for the safety of her kingdom. Do you understand?'

'Y-yes sir.' She murmured out as she put her hands behind her back.

'Good. Pick up your sword, place it next to mine and pick up the wood. You'll be using those for the rest of the day.'

'Aw but Levy!?'

'No buts! Go.' He argued back and walked over to his chair and sat down in it.

***

Phoenix was sitting beneath a large Oak tree, falling in and out of sleep as the children laughed and played by the lake. They weren't her own children no, but when you do something nice for someone, specifically, orphaned children, they tend to follow. It was a set of twins; Nika and Noel. Both of them had hair so dark, it was like staring into a black abyss. They had bright purple eyes, pointy ears and pale white skin. Phoenix thought they were angels at one point until she caught Noel playing with her mini hand blade and he'd cut his little hand.

'AHHHHH!' The little girl screamed happily and ran from her brother. The sudden screech caused her to gasp loudly, sitting up and quickly reaching over for the handle of her sword. Her brown eyes studied the area to make sure they weren't in any danger. She stood up quickly; still slightly delusional from her lack of sleep. 'NOEL! NIKA!?' The children stopped dead in their tracks. She jogged over to them, 'Are you hurt children?!' She asked before stabbing her sword into the dry dirt.

'No mama.' Noel said softly.

'We were just playing!' And Nika chimed in.

'Hmmm,' she said before her eyes did a scan of the area once again. Nothing seem out of the ordinary at the time. But with her luck, someone was always on her heels. 'What have I told you about that word child? I'm not your mother.' Phoenix said with a gentle sigh and got down to their heights. 'Well, you are the only mama we know. You feed us, clean us, make sure we aren't sick...' Noel stared at her with a slight bit of challenge in his eyes. 'What else would you be then?' She looked away from him then to his sister who had her little hands on her hips, with the look of approval spread across her face. Noel had a point. Damn, to be little beings, they sure did have a big brain in their heads.

She took a deep breath and looked down at the grass between them. Not knowing what to say or, not really wanting to say anything at all about this subject, she looked back up at them with a gentle smile and stood up. 'Come on, you two must be hungry and I have to get some fire wood before nightfall.' She rubbed both of their heads, ruffling their hair and turned around to retrieve her sword.

The children stayed on her heels, occasionally making the attempt to match their little feet in her tracks as they walked in the market. The three of them got glares for various of reasons. She was a curvy black woman with curly thick hair, who stood at 5'6 and walked around confidently with a sword on her hip. And unfortunately, if you didn't look like the folks in this village, you were automatically ostracized. Not to mention she had these small children on her tail that clearly looked anything but human.

When Phoenix felt them lagging behind, she swiftly turned around and spotted them purposely jumping in the mud, splashing it all over the place with their feet. She clenched her jaw as a growl rumbled in her throat. Taking just a few long strides, she reached them and grabbed them both by their hands. 'Let's go!' She kept her head down, hidden by her hood. She knew that she was being watched by not only these people, but really they were the least of her problems.

She walked into a pub with the children's hand's in her grasp. Her eyes scanned the room for familiar faces and even potential danger. The folks in the bar had seem to stop what they were doing and stare back at her in an unsettling silence. 'No children allowed! This is a pub, not a brothel for a brown whore and her elven bastards.'

The pub rumbled with laughter and suddenly she felt something she had never felt before. She'd felt anger, disgust, annoyance, but this was deeper than those things. Perhaps they were all in one. Embarrassment. To take away from that uncomfortable feeling that settled within the pits of her, she looked down at Nika and then Noel. And the look on their faces, caused her heart to ache. They did not know her to stand down or take shit from anybody. But the odds were not in her favor this time.

So, she just lifted her head and approached the bar as the sounds of their little feet pattered against the wooden flooring. The innkeeper pressed his lips together and his features darkened, 'I said no children aloud.' Phoenix glared at him and let go of their small hands. 'I have coin. I just want to feed the children. Once they're full then we will be on our way.' Her voice was calm, nothing but pure sincereness behind it. After all, that's all she cared about.

'I said. No. Shite, you're deaf too?!' he chuckled and looked down as he begun to bust the wooden bar top. Now she was angry. Her hands shook and twitched- so tempted to grab her hand knife and plunge it deep into his throat. But her thoughts were bombarded by a booming voice. 'AW HELL,' The innkeeper quickly lifted his head to find the man who spoke against him. But when he saw him, his features quickly softened. 'Let the woman feed those children! What's a bird to ya'? A few pounds off your heavy arse?' And the room echoed with laughter. 'R-right away m'lord.' He gave him a quick bow and scurried off to the back.

The children turned around, and they stared up at the male in disbelief. 'Mama?! Mama, look! It's a knight!' Nila boasted as she tugged at her index finger. Phoenix turned around to look at the child, 'Girl, I told you to stop-' But her curiosity got the best of her, her peripheral was able to make out the shape of the man. He was tall, wore gold and red steel armor with a large dragon on his chest. It was her Kingdom's emblem. Something she hadn't seen in ages.

'Miss?'

She finally turned her head to look up at him. And by the Gods, she had never been so terrified in her life.

***

The girl was staring along the foggy lake with a gentle smile on her face. She was feeling content and happy with life. Tomorrow would be the day that she would start preparing for her duties as Queen and she had to take a few moments to relax as she would probably never get this again. But her mood was quickly diminished when her long time friend had finally spoke up.

'I'm leaving for the war tomorrow.' Fredrick said as he carved into his apple. She snapped her head to look at him, 'You're what? On my birthday?!' It didn't matter that he'd been around for the part 17 birthdays, this one was the most important one to her. Fredrick sat in silence with his head hung. 'Your father?! What does he have to say about this?!' She asked as she grabbed her dress and stood up to her feet.

'Well, other than the fact that he's the one sending me- hmm,' he let out a humorless chuckle, 'He didn't say much really.'

The princess looked down at him with tears in her eyes. She knew how wars went. What it took to win them. And the way this war was being handled, well it wasn't looking great for her future throne. Her mouth fell open gently, as she felt the heat in her neck travel quickly to her face. 'No-You can't go out there Fredrick! You're only 18! You're only a child! You'll die out there!' Her voice cracked as she watched him stand to his feet. His face held no emotion, and it made her heart shatter. 'You're not going to say anything?!' This was more deeper for her. Their friendship went deeper than any friendship that she'd had. She was in love with him.

'What can I say Phoenix. I've been pleading with him for weeks about it. Begging him to just a least allow me to stay on your birthday. But they need me.'

Phoenix's pinkened and slight swollen eyes grew slightly at the news, 'Wait, you knew that you were leaving?! And didn't bother to tell me until the last minute Fredrick?! You thought this would spare me of my heartache?! That I would just simply congratulate you and send you on your inevitable journey?!'

Fredrick placed his blade and his apple on the marble bench after taking a deep breath, 'I didn't think of it like that Phoenix. I was just too busy trying to spend as much time with you as possible!'

Phoenix let out an annoyed whine and turned her back to face him. Her hands rest on top of her hips as she tried to pull herself together. 'Phoenix,' She looked up at the cloudy sky that was somewhat blocked by tree branches, and its leaves. She could hear the crunching of the grass behind her as if he was approaching her. Then his hands gently gripped at her arms and slowly turned her around to face him.

'Princess,' The boy said in a flirtatious tone. 'You know I hate to see you distraught. If you can, please find it in your heart to forgive me.' He said as he grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss upon her knuckles.

She looked away, trying to hide the smile that was fighting to curl on her full lips. 'And if I don't forgive you?' she asked as her head fell to the side. 'Then I'd just have to simply make up for it then.' She smiled softly, and he matched it before slowly leaning in for a kiss.

Before their lips could meet in a kiss, a dreadful sound echoed throughout the Kingdom. A sound that she was so unprepared for. Phoenix gasped, gently pushing Fredrick away and lifted her dress. They both knew what it had meant. And their feet took off towards the castle before their minds could even process what was going on. The bells had tolled.

The King was dead.

***

It was like a ghost was standing before her. Her eyes grew double their size and she quickly grabbed the children's hands in hers once again.

'Phoenix.' he said softly, with a gentle smile on his face.

He hadn't changed a bit! His hair was still long, bright ginger and kept their thick curls. His deep blue eyes roamed over her body as if she had been a work of art. He had gotten much bigger, over the past 2 decades. If it wasn't for her family's crest, there was no way she'd be able to recognize him.

'children,' she stared at him now with her face relaxed, 'We must go now.' And she quickly walked past him with the little ones dragging behind her.

'Phoenix!' she heard him call out. When they made it outside, everyone once again, stopped what they were doing and turned their attention towards her and the twins. She kept walking, fast as she possibly could with Nila and Noel until she grew impatient and scooped them up in her arms. And once again, 'Phoenix!'

She could hear the sound of his metal clinking together, and shifting as his feet crashed into the mud; jogging behind her. Before he could place his hand on her shoulder to spin her around, she turned around to face him. 'That’s not my name! Don’t call me that!' Her brown eyes were clouded with sadness and rage. All these years, he didn't try to contact her? Everyone had heard that the princess was still alive. Which was why the King had put a bounty on her head. ‘What is it Knight?! Come to turn me in? Is that what we’re doing?! Fine! But allow me to find these children somewhere safe to sleep!’ Her voice was rugged; clearly she was a mess.

Fredrick was startled by her behavior. She still had that fight in her, so bold and that protective nature. He looked around as the village folk turned their attention towards them, clueless as to really who the woman and those children were. ‘Phoenix… no one here knows who you are alright? If they had, your head would’ve been on a pike by now. Please, I know it’s been some time but allow me to explain…’ he stared into her golden brown eyes with sincerity and held his hand out towards her. ‘I still only want what’s best for you Phoenix. Just— allow me to explain my side of the story.’

She glared up at him, for a long moment before looking around once. He was right. Sure, she was a very skilled fighter, but if these people figured out who she was, what kind of reward they’d receive for her, they would’ve ripped her apart within seconds. They already looked like they wanted to kill her, this just would’ve made it legal.

—The children were stuffing their faces with a hen and potatoes as the four of them sat at a table in that very same pub. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of them, even though they were eating, she couldn’t help but worry about them. Or was it because she had nothing really to say to Fredrick.

He stared at her, trying to penetrate that brick wall that was put up over the years. She hadn’t changed; not to him anyway. She still had the same captivating brown eyes, full perfect lips, curls that bounced vigorously with her every movement, and skin that would radiate and glisten like bronze in the sun. There had been plenty of nights that he’d dream of meeting her again, and now that he wad finally here… now that he promised to explain what happened— he didn’t know what to say. ‘I—‘

‘If these people find out who I am, these children will die right along with you. Why did you decide to even follow me.’ Living a life of paranoia, was really the only thing that kept her and those children alive. It wasn’t a way to live, especially not for them.

Fredrick let out a gentle sigh and pressed his lips together, ‘I’m aware of that your grace.’

Wow, she hadn’t been called that in quite some time. ‘Don’t call me that—‘ she looked towards the window , ‘I’m nobody’s princess. Not anymore. No one’s Queen, no one’s lady. Just a fugitive.’ She reached over and grabbed her mug that was filled with water. ‘Anyway, you said you wanted to talk— so talk.’

The Knight glared at her in disbelief. Her attitude hadn’t changed either, and that alone caused a smirk to form on his lips. ‘You know you haven’t changed. You’ve aged well.’

‘Hmph.’

‘I’m serious. The last time I’d seen you, you were—‘

*** ‘Fath—?!’ The two burst into her father’s chambers to find him on the floor, in a puddle of his own blood. ‘PAPA!!!’ She exclaimed and ran over to the corpse and pulled him up into her arms. The princess sobbed uncontrollably, her words inaudible as she rocked back and forward. She’d gotten blood all over her dress, arms and hands. ‘Dad! Dad please come back!’ She sobbed as she shook him.

‘Phoenix—‘ Fredrick said as he tried to reach out for her, but she swung her arm at him not wanting to be touched. He felt horrible about all of this. King Stephen may have not been his father, but he was one of the father figures in his life and this was a great loss for the people that knew him personally, and for their kingdom. He turned around when he heard quick footsteps, along with the familiar sound of metal clinking.

Queen Silvia was accompanied by a few of the royal guards and she clearly looked distraught. She placed her hand on her large rounded belly and pointed at the princess. ‘Th—there! There she is! I saw her do it!’ Phoenix was still holding her father in her arms, completely shutting the world out around her.

‘Wha— pardon your majesty but, she was down at the lake with me. There’s no possible way she could have killed the king.’ Sure he was her alibi, but when the Queen challenged him, ‘And what were you doing with my step daughter at the lake?!’ Fredrick just shut his mouth. He couldn’t tell her that they’d been doing this for weeks and on occasions would kiss. The princess was promised to a Prince just North of here. So he thought it was only best to keep his mouth shut.

Queen Silvia waddled over to him quickly as she held her dress. ‘You be careful who you protect boy! It could get you killed!’ She glared down at him with her wet, glowing pink eyes. Even though he knew the Queen was wrong and bat shit out of her mind, he didn’t dare challenge her. So his head fell, ‘Yes, your majesty.’ He said softly with his fingers laced together. She backed away and looked over at the sobbing girl on the floor. ‘Take her away. She must be dealt with accordingly.’

The knights approached the Princess but before they could grab her she let out a blood curdling scream that caused everyone’s in their ears to bleed. Everyone groaned in pain as they placed their hands over their heads to shield out the noise. Even as powerful and magical the queen was, even she covered her ears and fell to her knees. When Phoenix realized what was going on, she’d scrambled to her feet, grabbed her dress ran out of the King’s bedroom.

‘That was the last time I’ve ever saw you… That night, the war came and I was taken right with it. I spent the rest of the day looking for you P.'

'As well as the rest of the kingdom.' She scoffed and shrugged her shoulders. She finally turned her head to look at him.

Fredrick sighed heavily and he looked around before he leaned in, 'You just won't let that go now will you?' He said in a whisper. 'You've been gone for 20 years aren't you use to this shit by now?!'

Phoenix's face folded up into a hard scowl as she leaned in as well, 'Let it go? Let it go!? My father was murdered and they pointed their finger on me. And you- you didn't even bother to stick up for me. Knowing how much that wretched bitch hated my soul because I was the true heir. She took that away from me.' she hissed before she took another sip of her water. There wasn't a single moment where she didn't think about that day. Her father. Her legacy. It drove her insane some days. She would go into crying fits and swing her sword at trees to keep herself from killing someone. And some nights she wouldn't even sleep.

The knight took a deep breath and sat back in his seat, looking to the corner of the bar to see the group of his men still chit chatting, 'Well then why won't you go take it back?'

She leaned over, whispering once again, ‘Are you fucking crazy? If anyone hears you mention anything about treason they won’t hesitate to cut you down.’ She sighed, shaking her head. ‘And I’ve thought about it. But going in there could get me killed.’ Phoenix sat back against her seat once again, looking off to the side.

Fredrick took a deep breath, she was right. The Kingdom that she had grew up in was now formidable and stronger than when her father was King. If anybody had recognized who she was, they would stop at nothing to kill her. ‘So what are you going to do? Continue to live in the shadows?’

‘I’ve been doing it for 20 years. I’m sure I can do it until I’m dead.’

‘That’s no way to live P—‘

‘Well it’s living… nonetheless.’ She raised a brow.

If there’s one thing Fredrick knew about his friend, he knew that she was stubborn. She always thought it was her way, or no way at all. He folded his arms across his chest, as his eyes narrowed at her. ‘You’re surviving… listen Phoenix. You can run and hide all you want. But eventually, you will run out of places. Your past will come bite you in your ass—‘ he stood up from his seat and looked down at her. ‘You are the true heir. Take back your throne. I will back you up in this I promise.’ He reached over in his pouch and pulled out an amulet. It was gold and red with a ram’s head engraved in it, with the name “Delphi” engraved at the bottom. A family heirloom. He looked at it in his large palm for a moment before placing it in front of her.

Phoenix’s eyebrows tugged together with disbelief and shock. She picked it up; admiring it’s beauty. Just as she had remembered. ‘Fredrick I can’t take this. This is yours, — your father’s I can’t—‘

‘I insist. If you ever need help— somehow, someway— I’m always here.’ He gave her a gentle smile before looking at the children once more and then back at her. ‘Take care princess.’ And then he walked back over to his men.

***

The children were sleeping soundly next to the fire, while she sat beneath that very same Oak tree. She continued to study the amulet that he had given her. You are the true heir. I will back you up on this, I promise. She let out a soft sigh before closing her hand, holding it tightly within her grasp. Fredrick was right. Though she was a badass swordsman and handled herself well in pretty sticky situations— she was catching up with age. She was running out of time and places to sleep. And with the way the world was going, it was a surprise she was able to keep her and those children safe.

Phoenix was awakened by a cool breeze. She shivered and rolled over, pulling the skinned buck over her body. Then she’d noticed there was no longer any heat. Her eyes flashed open and she sat up. The firewood glowed bright Orange and smoke rose from it. She placed her hand on the warm wood, and it was moist. Someone had put it out. ‘Chil-‘ she looked up and their little cots were empty. Her heart broke in her chest. ‘Oh Gods.’ She scrambled to her feet and without thinking, ‘NILA!? NOEL?!’ Thank god for the moon, she wouldn’t have known where to begin in the pitch blackness.

She ran around that field in a frenzy, listening for giggles and whispering but nothing. ‘CHILDREN?!?!’ She let out a scream, so loud that it shook the trees and the birds flocked away from them. She put her hands on her head as she felt her stomach begin to twist and turn with sickness. Her world felt like it was spinning, and she threw up. Falling to her hands and knees, she heaved until she emptied all of the contents in her stomach.

When she was unable to throw up anymore, she sat back on her legs and her head fell back. She looked up at the moon as she tried to calm down. Knowing that her being a frantic crying mess, would not help her find those babies. Finally, she heard the sound of paper flapping in the wind. Phoenix looked ahead to see a rock sitting on top of a paper. She felt a shred of hope over come her. Quickly picking herself up, she rushed over to the rock. She’d pushed the rock to the side and picked up the paper. It read:

Princess Phoenix of Kingdom Jedajél,

We are aware of your presence and we have those wee children you love so much. Surrender and Meet us in the village from once you’ve came. The children will not be harmed.

Commander Zacariah Richard the 3rd of Kingdom Jedajél

‘GRRRRR!’ She crushed the paper in her hand and walked back over to their camp and wrapped her holster on her hip, placing her sword in it along with her dagger. As she was adjusting her weapons, she could hear a howl in the wood behind her. The very same woods she had to walk through to get to the village. Her heart sank in fear a bit, but she would stop at nothing to get to her babies. She walked over to a dying tree and picked up a small branch. Using the flint that she had in her pouch, she lit the cloth that was soaked in ale and wrapped around the wood.

She could hear the terrors of the night as she carefully walked through the wood. She followed a path that was specifically made for merchants as the sign had said it would get them to the village faster than the regular trail. So she’d taken that, and bit it would be something she had regret.

Phoenix held the torch in her hand, looking back every once in a while to see if anything was following her. Her travels went unseen or so she had thought, for some time. That was until she heard the sound of twigs snapping and heavy panting. It sounded nothing of a human, it was rugged and hungry. She’d turn around towards the darkness, looking for the source of the sound and nothing. She had thought maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her. She was already emotionally unstable at the moment so maybe it was the lack of sleep and the fear of something happening to the babies getting the best of her.

That was until she came across a wrecked stage coach. She swallowed her spit and crept over to it, where she found one horse still attached to the reins and with its insides torn out. Phoenix had seen plenty over things before, but she had never seen anything such as this. It was a pretty large vehicle, so where’s the other horse?

On a regular day she would have tried to investigate but she was pressed on time. So she quickly turned away to continue on the path when she ran into something large. She stared at its chest, and it was nowhere near human. It’s flesh was gray, and so hairy. A growl rumbled in the beasts chest and it caused Phoenix to look up in fear. The beast looked down at her, shoulders moving up and down gently as it breathe. A werewolf.

She slowly took a step backwards, keeping her eyes on it as it had kept its monstrous yellow eyes on her. That was until she had stepped on a twig. That had seem to piss it off. It released a roar, a roar so frightful that it caused Phoenix to fall back on her rump. She had seem most monsters, but she had always thought this was just a bunch of bullshit. But how sharp and long it’s canines were, this was no fiction tale.

Suddenly the beast begun to charge, she scrambled to her feet; picking up her torch and tried to make a run for it. But the beast managed to swipe her and it sent her flying against a tree, releasing the torch in the process. ‘URRGH!’ She exclaimed as she fell to the ground on her front side. ‘Uhhhhh,’ she groaned in pain as she pulled herself up from the ground. She stood in a bit of a slouch, as her back felt like it had been snapped in half with how hard she hit that tree. ‘Alright—‘ she huffed, and grabbed her silver sword by its handle. ‘That’s how you want to play? Bring it.’ And she pulled out her weapon.

The beast had let out another roar before it charged at her with all fours and as soon as it leaped to attack her, she threw up her left hand and bright, hot flames exuded from her palm. The werewolf whimpered in pain as the flames engulfed its body. It rolled around, howling in pain and whimpering. While it’s walls were down, she crept behind it and stabbed it right in its heart. ‘GAH!’ She exclaimed as she pushed the silver sword so deep within him, it came out through the other side. The beast let out an excruciating howl which caused her to cover her ears and fall to her knees. ‘Ahh!’ She whimpered and looked up at the creature as it took its very last breath.

When she was sure, the beast was dead, she retrieved her sword and weakly, painfully , started back on her journey.

The moon was still high in the sky with no sign of dawn. This had to be the worst night of her fucking life. She limped into the village, with her hand on her hip. She was sure it was dislocated. But the pain had subsided when she heard the cries of Noel & Nila. ‘Mama! Mama!’ They sobbed as the men held them on their shoulders.

Relieved but tiredly, ‘Nika, Noel. I’m so glad you’re safe!’

‘Princess!’

Phoenix’s head snapped over to the tall lean, blonde haired male, who had walked in front of the group of men. He wore almost the same armor that Fredrick wore. ‘I am Commander Zacariah Richard. I hereby ask you to surrender. We have to take you into our custody.’

‘I will not. You let those children go first and then you can do what ever it is that you want to do with me.’

‘You don’t get to call the shots here Princess. You surrender first,’ then he looked back, giving one of the village men a simple nod before they pulled out small blades and pressed them towards their little throats.

‘DON’T YOU DARE LAY ANOTHER FINGER ON THEM!’ There they were again. Her emotions getting the best of her.

The commander smirked, ‘They did say you were fiesty yes.’ He chuckled and glared at her. ‘You have til the count of 5 your highness… or these sweet little Elf children will have their throats ripped out of their necks. 1…2…’

Phoenix tried to quickly come up with a plan, but the look of fear on the children’s face overshadowed all of that. She had put their lives in danger plenty of times before… she couldn’t do this again. ‘3…4…what’s it going to be princess—‘

‘Wait… fine. I surrender.’ She unhooked her holster and dropped it in front of her. The commander had seem to be enjoying this. But the princess wasn’t a fool. She always had something up her sleeve.

The two men who had the children in their grasp had pushed them away and approached her. She smirked deviously when they stood behind her.

The commander’s head fell to the side in confusion, ‘Is there something humorous Princess?’

‘You all don’t know how bad you’ve fucked up.’ She cackled before she opened her palm and it revealed a hidden blade. She had quickly stabbed one in the jugular and the other right in his eye.

The men in the village seem to be startled as well the Commander. His eyes grew in fear and a bit of disgust. ‘RUN!’ She exclaimed to the children and they took off without question.

The Commander looked behind him, ‘AFTER THEM! BRING ME THEIR HEADS!’

The woman quickly scooped up her sword and dagger. She was about to chase them down but Commander Zacariah grabbed her by her hoodie and yanked her back. Accidentally dropping her sword, she raised her dagger, spinner around and cut his face, attempting to slit his throat.

‘ARGH!’ He exclaimed as he stumbled backwards, holding his face. She quickly retrieved her sword as the men begun to surround her. Phoenix watched as he pulled his hand away from his face. She smirked with great pride, ‘You aren’t so pretty anymore now Commander Richard.’ He glared at her with anger, and pulled out his sword, ‘UGGGGHHHHH YOU WHORE!’ He exclaimed and charged at her.

With a simple duck as he swung his heavy sword at her head, she held her leg out and watched him trip over it. And it was like that fueled the men’s anger. It was like they couldn’t stand a woman kicking a man’s ass. So they attacked her. She blocked and parried every attack with the best of her ability. Cutting off heads, slicing open abdomens, and stabbing through anyone that came her way.

Phoenix was covered in blood and it was safe to say that her adrenaline had ran out because now she was starting to feel that pain from the werewolf attack again. ‘Mmm!’ She whimpered and tried to stand up straight.

‘Grrrr!’

She turned around quickly to see Commander Zacariah bringing his sword, getting ready to swing at her. ‘AHHHH!’ He exclaimed in rage. Phoenix put her hands up in defense, as she was too tired to fight any more. But his moment was short lived when a sword pierced through his chest. Blood pooled in his mouth and poured down his lips and then his chin. When the blade was yanked from his chest, he fell to his knees and her eyes followed him.

‘We—‘ he coughed as he placed his hand over his wound. ‘We— will… find you… there’s no—no place you can hide..’ he’d begun to laugh hysterically. And it actually scared her, but his laughing was cut when a sword swung at his neck. The body fell forward limply and his head rolled.

‘Hmm.’

She looked up to see her savior. And when she saw him, her mouth slightly opened. She had only heard tales of these beings. But this particular one, was legendary in his own way. This night would make a great bedtime story for the children.

His hair was white as snow and stringy as if he hadn’t washed it in days. His eyes shined in the darkness, blazing bright gold like the sun. He wore a silver amulet around his neck with a wolf on it. And that only confirmed what he was.

‘Witcher.’ She murmured. It was truly a honor. When she was just a young girl, she admired them. She loved reading and hearing about them. They had inspired her to want to be a swordsman. She didn’t know whether to bow or hug him. ‘Y—you’re the White Wolf! You’re Geralt of Rivia!’

‘And you’re just a woman… a woman whose on wanted posters all over the continent… a woman who also dropped these men like flies…’

She rolled her eyes before she heard the scream of Nika. ‘NIKA!’ She pushed past him and darted towards her children’s screams but Geralt didn’t hesitate to follow her.

She stopped when she saw the twins up in a tree, kicking away away from those horrible village men. She gritted her teeth as she felt her adrenaline pick back up once again. Phoenix took a step forward to attack but Geralt grabbed her wrist and shook his head. He’d given her a reassuring nod and walked over toward the men.

‘Come on leave the children alone.’ His voice was deep yet, soothing.

The two men looked back once they saw him, ‘Oh look. It’s a wee Witcher. The smallest one I’ve ever seen.’

‘Look you mutated cunt,’ one of the men walked up towards him and poked him in his chest, ‘Why don’t you take your brown whore over there and go fuck yourselves.’

The other man chimed in with goofy laughter until Phoenix grew fed up and pulled her dagger out and threw it. Hitting the laughing one right in his forehead. ‘Ah!’ The village man exclaimed as he watched his buddy fall to the ground. Phoenix stood up straight, dusting her arms off as she watched The white Haired Witcher speak with the last remaining man.

‘Pl-please Mr. Witcher sir! I-I was only trying to feed my family! I-I was paid good coin!’ He said as he held his hands together. He was begging.

‘Sell out. But it’s not me you have to worry about —‘ he awaited til Phoenix stood next to him. ‘That’ll be her.’ He jerked his head to the left gently with a soft shrug.

Phoenix’s eyes shown a darkness nobody had ever seen before. Anyone that harmed the ones she loved deserved the most merciless death known to men. And since she only cared for these children, loved, these children— she had nothing else if something happened to them. She grabbed the villager’s shirt and pressed him against that tree. ‘You run. You tell the village about me. You tell any man that comes looking for me that I will be waiting for him. I expect nothing less.’

‘Y—yes. Your majesty!’

She violently let him go. ‘No go. Before I change my mind!’ And the villager took off running.

Geralt’s eyebrows tugged together in confusion and then it finally clicked. Your majesty? She had his curiosity for sure, but now, she had this attention.

Phoenix looked up at the tree as the children carefully peaked down. ‘Come down my loves! I’m here!’ She took a deep breath before she could fell that sharp pain in her hips. She closed her eyes as a wince escaped her lips. She leaned on the tree to take some of the pressure off of her injury.

‘Phoenix?! Who’s that big scary man next to you?!’ Noel asked worrisome. Phoenix had looked back at Geralt as he seem to be lost in thought. ‘He’s a friend. Look, just come on down you too. Danger’s gone. We took care of it.’ She reassured him. ‘They won’t mess with us anymore!’

***

‘GRRRRR! FUCK!’ The woman exclaimed into a cloth as she felt a bunch of pressure then lots of pain when he forced her hip back into place with his hands. Though she was grateful that the pain was gone, she was not ready for the healing pains to begin. She took a deep breath and looked over at the once again, sleeping children. They must’ve been exhausted from the kind of night they had. And now the sky was beginning to glow light blue. ‘Alright—‘ she said as she stood up to her feet, looking down at him. ‘How much coin do I owe you?’ Everything came with a price. She remember from the books that Witcher’s were paid with every contract. Though, this wasn’t the typical contract— she felt obligated. He didn’t have to help her.

‘You owe me nothing.’ He said as he stood up. ‘But I do want answers.’ He folded his arms across his chest.

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Scrapbook - Chapter 1 Teaser

Pairing: Mike x Black!OFC (Dimples)

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld

Summary: A collection of moments with Mike and Daisy (Dimples).

Chapter Summary: How Mikey and Daisy met.

A/N: I owe Mikey after what happened in Make That Kitty Purr, so this is part of my amends. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

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“Look, Mike. Her roommate is super cute, just entertain her so Jasmine and I can have some ‘quality time’.” Derrick proceeds to make a gesture with his hips that makes him wanna slap his friend.

“Fine, but please don’t ever do that again or you’ll never get laid.” Mike pats Derrick on the shoulder and takes a sip of beer looking off into the crowd before Derrick is getting his attention again.

Jasmine is now in front of Derrick, gesturing to Daisy and then to Mike. “Hi, Mike! This is Daisy. Daisy, meet Mike.” No sooner did she introduce them, were she and Derrick playing tonsil hockey.

“Seriously, guys?” Daisy steps closer to Mike and pulls him away from the two lip lockers. 

“Easy, Sweetcheeks. You’re gonna pull my arm off.” Mike complains as he’s dragged to another room of the party away from the dull roar of the stereo.

“Sweetcheeks?” Daisy smiles from ear to ear, stopping in her tracks to swing back around to look at Mike. The smile makes her dimples show up and Mike smiles back.

“Look at that! Forget me calling you Sweetcheeks, you’re ‘Dimples’ from now on.” Mike blurts, his smile taking up half his face.

“Dimples, huh? I’ll only let you call me that if you can find a quiet place in here,” Mike notices Daisy isn’t enjoying the party atmosphere and nods.

“Yeah, of course,” He grabs her hand and leads her in the opposite direction to the stairs, “Follow me, Dimples.”

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Chris Evans

BM ➞ "Trying to get her busy schedule organized along with being a single mom on top of the fame from the baby's father, it gets overwhelming."

BM2 ➞ "I mean, who going to believe a man when he says he wants you but he’s getting married."

BM3 ➞ "Reality always comes back and bites you in the ass."

BM4 ➞ "They meet for the planned lunch date. Chris still has a lot of things on his mind that he wants to speak about."

Steve Rogers

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ➞ Hermione is in an arranged marriage with Steve. He’s being an asshole but in the end, he realizes his mistake.

(*)𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 ➞ Steve calls Peggy the love of his life even though he’s married to you. Set during Endgame.

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲. ➞ Steve misses your anniversary because he is always so busy.

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 ➞ Instead of Hank and Bruce asking for Tony to help them with the quantum realm, they try to fix it themselves and ask for Hermione to be their tester.

↳ 𝐏𝐭. 𝟐 ➞ Aftermath of Hermione being a baby!

(*) 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞. ➞ Hank and Bruce messed with something they don't know fully about. They bring back Peggy from the past which leads to some problems.

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 ➞ Y/N and Steve get into a big argument, she leaves for the night so they could have some space apart. When Y/N comes back, secrets are revealed.

Happy Birthday ➞ It's Steve's birthday and Y/N has something up her sleeve.

As she should ➞ Y/N comes to one of Tony Stark's parties looking bad as ever after her breakup with Steve, as she should.

Adopted ➞ Armoni (Are- Money) is the newly adopted daughter of Steve Rogers. She doesn't know what she is getting into but eventually she will know they love her dearly.

↳ How he got her back ➞ After the events of Armoni going back to her birth parents. Steve finally worked through his problems to get his daughter back.

Chris Evans ➞ wash my mouth out with soap ➞ All because of what Y/N said but did he already have plans to do it?

Bucky Barnes

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲. ➞ Bucky doesn’t like sharing his girl.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 ➞ Y/N comes home from a meeting to find Bucky cheating.

↳ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ➞ Little Melanie has an allergic reaction when she is at school. Instead of the teacher calling y/n, she calls bucky.

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐞? ➞ Y/N meets Bucky in the red room. Soon they separate. Years later, they reunite. (Towards the end is set during tfatws 1 episode)

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 ➞ Empriss prepares for her first date with Bucky.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭 ➞ Y/N is a well-known respected therapist in Washington D.C. H.Y.D.R.A threatened Y/N to give therapy to the Winter Soldier to know his strength and weakness. Or they would kill her and the baby.

↳ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 ➞ 4 months after the mishap of S.H.I.E.L.D, Bucky and Y/N settled down in Bucharest. During the arrival of Luca, Bucky has to leave.

↳ Part 3 ➞ It's too rainy for Y/N to go to work, so her, Bucky, Steve and Luca spend the day morning together.

(*) 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 ➞ Y/N and Bucky always tease each other. One day at the tower by themselves, they find themselves not being able to keep their hands off each other.

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝟏. ➞ Devora is the babysitter of President Barnes's children. To the kids, she is the best babysitter in the world because she lets them have their freedom. On the other hand, President Barnes is uptight, angry all the time, and strict. Today she had to put him in check.

↳ Part 2 ➞ This goes into Devora's back story a bit. When she comes home from picking the kids up from private school, James there waiting for them. She finally gets into contact with her best friend Alexis who is married to King Steve Rogers of Brooklyn. James makes way downstairs for a midnight snack to find her in the kitchen...

You've barely even danced with me ➞ Y/N and Bucky's relationship is starting to blossom but first, you have to make it through the shy stage.

TFATWS ➞ Y/N rides along with Sam, Zemo, and Bucky to Madripoor.

Little girl in a box ➞ Bucky and Y/N come home from their date to find a sweetheart in a box.

Evaluation ➞ Bucky nightmares are too much.

Cravings + Contractions ➞ Going into Emmie’s third trimester, the cravings hit but the contractions hit harder.

Sebastian Stan ➞ It's not perfect ➞ Imani is tired of Sebastian's shit. He doesn't understand that if he doesn't act right, she won't be in the picture long.

Blind ➞ Bucky is blinded by love from his girlfriend who is secretly just using him for good looks and money. Elara loves Bucky as a friend until she hung out with him more and the feelings for him grew.

The Avengers

𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 ➞ The team goes out for a normal date night but someone had different plans. Empriss has her true identity revealed.

Vacation ➞ The avengers finally have a break off from avenging the world. The first place they go for vacation? Maui Hawaii.

Overprotective ➞ Y/N is the adopted daughter of Howard and Maria Stark. She goes to school with all her siblings and today seems different than other days.

Stop following me ➞ The team wants to know what Y/N does in her past time which results in them following her to work.

Thor Odinson

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ➞ Y/N is best friends with Bucky even though it's problems between him and Thor.

Caught my eye ➞ Love at first sight, who doesn't love it.

Chris Hemsworth ➞ Tonight ➞ Chris spots Loni (Lon-E) in the club, completely fucked up. He spends the night protecting her and making sure she has the most fun.

Tonight's Ball ➞ Y/N finds her way to Asgard to win her boyfriend back but the night doesn't even so well.

Clark Kent

School ➞ Y/N had to set the record straight with Clark bullies.

New York ➞ After not being in contact for so long, someone decides to make a visit.

Tony Stark

Assistant ➞ It's Y/N day off and she needed to come to work for one thing but Tony had other plans.

Settled Down ➞ Tony's proposing and his daughter Y/N is in charge. Hopefully, everything goes right!

She flinches ➞ Getting disrespected by the workers and being hit by Tony's close 'friend'. Y/N doesn't get the respect she deserves until Stark shows up to make it known that she is in charge.

Loki Laufeyson

Wrong Idea ➞ Y/N does get back on Loki for him not always being around but it doesn't turn out right and he has to slice a couple of hands-off, not exaggerating.

Oscar Diaz

Mr.Spooky. ➞ Summer used to be Spooky's girlfriend until before he went to jail, he decides to cheat. Summer never wants to see them again until she decided to get drunk.

Geralt of Rivia

"Mine." ➞ Geralt lets Yennefer who Y/N belongs to after Yennefer tries to steal Y/N.

Nick Jonas

Once Again ➞ This is the second version of my Camp Rock 2 story. In that story, Nova meets Nate at Camp Rock, and they spend their entire time at camp together. It’s years later, and they meet again, but his name is not Nate; it’s Nick. Nick Jonas.

Series

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - Sebastian Stan ➞ Euphoria is the worker that takes orders from the cast and goes to pick their food up. She finds friends along the way. ↳

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 |

Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞- Bucky Barnes ➞ A series about a girl who is Tony Stark's daughter and she falls for the man with a metal arm.

[roamwithahungryheart]

Coming Home

Here's another Henry drabble from an Anon request! Hope it lives up to your expectations x

Warning(s): Smutty talk

One hour to go. Not that you were counting.

The Witcher had just wrapped, and there were already rumors it could be renewed for a second season. Based on the trailer alone, you knew exactly why – everyone was thirsty for Henry. But not as thirsty as you. You’d patiently waited four months and kept every selfie he’d sent, enjoying the secrecy of it all. You’d been the first to know everything. Once, you thought about anonymously leaking spoilers online, but it was really a retaliation after all of Henry’s teasing, an empty threat.

You were rudely awakened by the low buzz of your phone on Sunday morning. There Henry was, in full Geralt glory. Maybe it was the roughed up, mud-smeared toughness of the costume, or maybe it was the hair – you had a weird thing about that hair – but you couldn’t help feeling a little turned on. He knew what he was doing. And apparently, he wasn’t cooling down any time soon. In your half-awake haze, you accepted his video call, propping your phone up against a pillow.

“I hate that it’s gonna take you an hour to get home. Can you ask the pilot to punch it? I have needs.”

Henry bit his lip and stifled a laugh as makeup artists worked away behind him. He opened the door and leaned against the side of the trailer. “I wish I could. Can’t wait to see you.”

“You’re gonna tell me how it ends, right? You’ve told me everything so far.”

“I don’t know,” he raised an eyebrow inquisitively “can I trust you?”

“You know I was only kidding about leaking spoilers last time. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Oh,” he frowned “that’s a shame.”

He was playing that game. You were ready to fight back. “You want me to be bad? I can do that.” You winked. “But I want to wine and dine you first, I have a whole date night planned to celebrate.”

“Oh, you do?” Henry smirked. “I’m looking forward to it. Coming back home and making you come? Sounds like a plan.”

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[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Making a mess of Mikey

Masterlist

A/N: I once vowed I would never write this. I swore I couldn't see sub!Mikey, and I didn't like him. And then this happened. I'm giving special credit to @geralts-yenn for making me think about cheering a very sad Mikey up, and then @ellethespaceunicorn for being awesome and having a whole ass conversation with me about turning this sweet boy into a whimpering little mess and... Somehow we got to this point, where we're... pegging Mike. I guess. As a process, it doesn't really make sense to me, either, but have some smuts.

Pairing: bi!sub!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader x Black!ofc (Aneesa)

Summary: Mike is a little down in the dumps after a breakup, and you and your girlfriend try something to cheer him up that turns into a fun experiment.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, SMUT, MINORS DNI. Light sub/Domme dynamic (s/D/D, mayhaps), fingering (m receiving), oral (m and f receiving), p-in-v sex, pegging (so: anal penetration, m receiving), creampie eating, very light spanking, dirty talk, some nicknames (baby, good boy, slut, whore, stuff like that), implied-ish praise kink, handcuffs, degradation kink.

I think I got them all. HMU if I missed any!

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @keanureevesisbae @fvckinghenrycavill @ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss

You’ve never seen him like this. Sure, he’s been knocked on his ass by a breakup before, but he usually solves that by knocking back a few beers. And some shots. And some more shots. And finally some drunk hook-up as a rebound. There have been guys. Because he’s Mike, and he isn’t picky. But this... You’ve never seen this... He’s in bed – at least half naked – and he’s not moving, his phone is blasting what '10 things I hate about you’ so eloquently described as ‘angry girl music of the indie rock persuasion’, and he doesn’t respond to whatever you throw at him.

“Well, he’s a goner,” your girlfriend Aneesa concludes after poking at his shoulder for a bit and getting no reaction. “Hey, Mikey, psst!” Waving a hand in front of him doesn’t work, either.

“I know something that might get his attention,” you purr into her ear. A wide grin appears on her face, and you can tell she’s thinking what you’re thinking. You both crawl onto his bed – which still doesn’t get you any kind of reaction – and lean in to kiss each other.

Let the records show that Mike has never asked you for this. Ever. And that’s precisely why this feels more than just fine. This. Sitting on your knees on Mikey’s bed. Holding Aneesa as close as possible. Kissing each other softly, still hoping to pique Mike’s interest enough to get any kind of reaction out of him.

“This is not fair,” Mike groans. He has moved into a slightly curled up position, giving you a little more space to move.

“Hey, he’s alive!” your girlfriend says as she drops down on the bed next to him, leaving you sitting at the foot of the bed on your own. “Anything we can do to make you feel better?”

“You were managing just fine,” Mike says as he smiles apologetically. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Mikey,” you chuckle as you drop yourself on top of him. “We were doing that on purpose.”

“Why does it turn guys on so much to watch two girls make out?” Aneesa wonders out loud.

Mike laughs. “Making out is hot? If you’d been guys, I would have asked to join you.”

“But not us?” you tease as you stroke a stray curl out of Mike’s face.

“I mean...” he stammers, “you’re both very attractive. Smart. Funny. Good friends. I love you guys to bits... I’d be lying if I said it had never crossed my mind...”

“So, we’re here now,” she continues your teasing, “what’s the holdup?”

“I, eh... I’ve never...”

“Had a threesome before?” you suggest.

Now, Mike laughs louder. “Not with two chicks, no.” It’s not entirely the answer you expected, but it’s not surprising, either.

“So...” Neese starts, wiggling closer to Mike. She’s curious, you can tell. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her in.

“I ended up in an all-guys thing once, that was nice,” he says casually, “and me and my first college roommate double-teamed his girlfriend a few times in freshman year. Also very nice.”

“But never this, huh?” she asks as you move up to softly kiss Mikey’s neck and ear.

“Are you asking me if this is the first time your girl sticks her tongue in my ear? Because in that case: nope,” he laughs. “Well... I mean, last time she did it she wasn’t your girl yet, but...”

“The two of you slept together?” she says – her surprise is mostly aimed at you.

“I told you. Mikey and I are very close,” you say as you shrug. You never really considered it a big deal. “So, gonna let us take care of you?”

He turns to Aneesa. “Are you into this?”

“Like I wouldn’t’ve dragged her ass out of this bed if I wasn’t,” she answers. You smile, knowing she wouldn’t have agreed to make out with you in the first place if she hadn’t been just as okay taking things further. When she first met him, the words she used to describe him afterwards were something along the lines of ‘girl, he is fine as fuck’, and you have to agree. He’s a very good looking guy, and a good friend. And he punches those dudes who offer to buy you drinks if you make out with Neese in front of them. Yes, that’s happened. More than once.

“Mikey...” you say as you run a hand down his side, pushing the blanket down as you go, until it’s resting dangerously low on his hip, “are you naked?”

“Yep,” he smirks, “you two need to get with the program.” Fine, if he wants you out of your clothes... You reach for Aneesa, pulling her along as you get back on your knees at the foot of the bed.

“No!” Mikey whines. “Don’t leave me. I wanna help!” He scrambles to his knees too, the covers falling away. He wasn’t kidding; he is completely naked. And completely gorgeous. You watch Aneesa as she takes him in. She likes what she sees, for sure.

“Nice dick,” she comments dryly.

He responds with a grin. “Thanks, it’s really starved for attention right now.” He’s so cute when he sounds hopeful...

“How about you sit back and do something about that while we take our clothes off and make it look pretty for you?” you offer, but to your surprise, he shakes his head.

“I’m not going to sit back while you unpack a pair of brand new tiddies for me.” When Mike smiles, the world always seems a little brighter, and a little sillier. “Let me help.” One eager hand reaches for Aneesa, another for you, and he pulls you both closer to him effortlessly. You and Neese look at each other, a devious glint in your eyes telling you exactly what it is you’re going to do next.  

You both make quick work of your shirts, and Mike’s eyes go wide.

“Ooh, pretty bra.” The grin on his face is so completely stupid that you can barely stop yourself from laughing. “Ooh, no bra...” He keeps looking, moving back and forth between you and Aneesa, but he doesn’t make any other moves.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you tease lightly.

“Eh... The logistics... Four boobies, two hands, one mouth. The math doesn’t work,” he laughs. Fuck, he’s so cute... You see Aneesa laugh, too, before she pulls him in.

“Come here, baby,” she chuckles before kissing him. For a few blissful minutes, you get to enjoy watching Mikey make out with your girl. It’s hot, so insanely hot to watch them, tongues tangling, mouths sliding, teeth biting into soft, plump lips. Your hand moves between your legs as if by magic, fingers tightly circling your clit while mentally urging Mike to keep going as his face makes its way down towards Aneesa’s chest. You moan as watch him eagerly sucking and nibbling on her nipples. Her boobs look smaller in his hands than they do in yours, but there’s plenty to hold on to nonetheless.

“Fuck, these tiddies are perfect,” Mike moans against Aneesa’s skin. “All of you is perfect. Hell, both of you are.” You hear the need in his voice and decide to pay a little attention to his cock. It’s big, thick, hard and the tip is an angry red that proves what Mike said about it being starved for attention hadn’t been a complete lie.

“Mike, get on your back,” you blurt out, barely able to keep yourself from reaching out to grab his dick.

“Okay,” he replies immediately, leaving Aneesa alone and doing as you told him. You let your eyes wander over his body. God, he’s so fucking gorgeous. It’s the earring in his left ear, and the small tattoo of an upside down cross you know he has behind his right, the nipple piercings, the fact that he has an R tattooed on his right hand and an L on his left... You absentmindedly stroke the tiny patch of black ink on his left hipbone. The letters are small, the lines are clean, the contrast of the ink against his skin is big enough to be able to tell there’s something there from a distance, but you can only read it up close: ‘slut’. It’s a good tattoo, despite what it says. Maybe because of what it says... He got it done on a dare years ago, and at first you were genuinely surprised he never got it covered up, but he swears it’s his favorite.

“Hmm, I like that,” Aneesa moans as she looks at the same place you have your eyes on, “you are a dirty little slut, aintcha, baby?” The way he smirks and eagerly nods in response to her question makes your pussy throb.

“I’m pretty sure we can do whatever we want with him,” you say coyly as you nod towards the restraints that are attached to the bars of the headboard.

“You want to tie him up?” Neese catches on to your little game and excitedly bites her lip. She doesn’t get to play this part often, because it’s yours, but she does have a certain aptitude for it. “But he’s being such a good boy.”

And like a good boy, he doesn’t complain when you fasten the wide leather cuffs around his wrists. In fact, he seems perfectly content shackled to his bed while four curious hands explore his body. Soon, it’s not just hands, but your lips that are all over him, too, until he’s squirming and moaning, begging you for more.

You’re the first to lick the length of his cock, and Aneesa repeats your move – a game you continue until you end up practically making out with her, except the tip of Mikey’s cock is caught in the middle of the action. Every time Mike looks down at the two of you, he whines softly, letting you know he’s enjoying the view. A lot.

“Hey babe, have you ever wondered what happens when you stick a finger up a guy’s ass?” you ask, watching Mike’s face closely as you say the words.

“Not really,” Aneesa says with a gentle chuckle to her voice.

“Well, the ones who like it look something like that.” You nod towards Mike, and she turns her head with a big smile on her face, paying close attention to the way his expression changes as you slowly and gently push your finger past the tight ring of muscle. “God, I wish I’d brought my strap.”

“By all means,” Mike moans, “use mine.”

You nod towards Mike’s bedside table and instruct Aneesa to grab you some lube. Mike immediately adds that she should feel free to grab whatever else she would like to play with. That comment doesn’t prepare her in the least for the contents of that nightstand – and you know that doesn’t even contain Mikey’s entire toy collection, which is quite extensive. It all started with a satiny blindfold as a gag gift from his friends – at the time – for his seventeenth birthday. Now, not even ten years later, he pretty much owns the contents of a whole sex shop.

After some final instructions – because you casually forgot that Mike owns more different kinds of lube than most people do toys in general – Aneesa tosses you the right bottle. Mike moves around impatiently, pulling his knees up a little to give you more space and easier access. He bites his lip in anticipation, big blue eyes begging you for more. Who can say no to that face? Not you, that’s for sure. At the same time, Neese is still digging through the contents of the drawers in search of something that piques her interest. You are so preoccupied with Mike’s face that you miss the point where she finds something that does seem interesting to her, so it takes a while before you notice what she’s holding.

“Curious?” Mike asks her suddenly, startling her so much she drops the box. You get back at him a little by pulling your finger out again, and smile as you watch him whine softly. He looks so sad you almost feel guilty, but you also know he will get everything he wants in just a short moment. You pour some lube on your fingers and continue your work, making sure to coat your fingers in the slippery substance before you slide one back into his now slick little hole, holding your other hand out to retrieve the set of butt plugs from Aneesa. Stainless steel, with a crystal base. His philosophy: if you’re at the point where you’re sticking stuff up your ass, you’re way past low-key, anyway.

“What happened to my Valentine’s gift, baby?” you coo as you pump your finger into him, making him moan softly.

“I still have it,” he replies, “still love it. It’s comfy.” The gift in question is a silicone plug with a heart-shaped base that reads ‘fuck me’, that you got him one year when you were hooking up on the regular. For whatever reason, you’re very happy he still uses it… A few absentminded strokes past Mikey’s prostate make him moan so deliciously that you lose your train of thought.

“More,” he whimpers. God, he sounds cute, but if he doesn’t mind his manners… A swift spank on his ass takes care of that. Fuck, he’s cute when he cries out, too…

“I’m sorry. Please give me more, please!” A second finger slips in almost as easily as the first, and when you don’t wait too long to add a third, Mike smiles and lets out a deep sigh. Aneesa is still sitting on her knees next to the bed, watching you, and more importantly: watching Mike as he slowly melts into a puddle of desperate need in your hands.

“Babe? Neese, you okay?” you check in. It doesn’t look like she has a problem with the scene in front of her – quite the opposite, in fact – but it never hurts to confirm those suspicions.

“Yeah,” she answers, seemingly breathless, “he’s so beautiful.” She tentatively reaches out a hand, gently scrapes her fingernails over the skin of his side. It makes him hiss and squirm, and then moan because you still have your fingers inside of him. His cock moves on his stomach as he writhes, spreading out the precum he’s been leaking since you started fingering him.

“Safeword is ‘turkey’,” Mike groans while he looks at Aneesa, “now, please, touch me.” That’s plenty to motivate her to crawl onto the bed again. She lies down next to him, and gently strokes his hair. Mikey immediately leans into her touch, and just from watching that one moment, you can tell she’s about to drive him completely nuts. If she has the confidence to…

“Such a pretty boy,” she purrs. So she does have the confidence. That discovery drives you more than just a little insane with joy. You choke back an almost sadistic chuckle when you watch Mike’s reaction to her voice. “And such a good boy, too. Taking her fingers like that, doing so well for us.” While she talks to him, Mike looks up to you with pleading eyes. You know exactly what they mean.

“He’s close, babe, he wants to cum. Should we let him?” The look he gives you intensifies, Neese sees it too.

“Oh, poor, desperate, needy baby!” Aneesa coos as she drags her fingers up and down his chest, occasionally running a fingernail over Mike’s pierced nipples just to watch him squirm and hear him moan. “He’s being such a perfect little slut though. I think we should let him.” It only takes a few more strokes of your fingers to pull him over the edge. Aneesa’s eyes are on Mike, watching him closely as it happens, but yours are on her. She’s still talking to him, stroking the side of his face, taking care of him while he turns into a whimpering little mess in her arms. You relish the sound he makes when you pull your fingers back and replace them with a plug.

“How’s that feel, baby?” you ask him, finding your answer in the look of utter bliss on his face. You’d like some verbal confirmation, though.

“Full,” he says as a lazy grin spreads across his face. You chuckle at his answer.

“Good,” you say, “I need that slutty little hole wide open…” It’s immediately obvious from the look on his face that he knows you plan on taking him up on that offer to use his strap-on, but as difficult as you find it to resist the anticipation in his eyes, you want to use him in a slightly different way, first. Before you can do that, however, you have to give the guy a minute to catch his breath, so you lie down next to him and snuggle into his side while he takes a break. On his other side, Aneesa does the same thing.

There’s a few minutes of peace, before Mike gets restless between the two of you, and his squirming makes you just as impatient. Soon, fingers and mouths are all over his body again.

“God, I want to sit on this gorgeous dick,” Aneesa sighs as she gives it a few lazy strokes.

“Next round, okay?” You wink at her, and she seems to understand perfectly that you have a little bit of a plan.

“You can sit on this gorgeous face, if you want?” Mikey says. His signature stupid grin widens even further when Neese moves to grant him his wish. In the meantime, you straddle his hips and use a hand to line his cock up with your soaking wet pussy. You know he’s clean. He texted you the results of his latest test not even four days ago – an hour or so before the screenshot of the break-up text.

The sounds Mikey makes while you slowly lower yourself onto his cock are absolutely delicious, especially once he gets his mouth on Aneesa’s pussy. This is fun. You get to make out with her while she rides his face and you bounce on his cock, and her fingers work your clit until you’re cumming all over Mike’s dick.

“Good boy, Mikey,” you moan, “now make her cum like that and I’ll give you what you want, okay? Can you do that for me, baby?” Of course, he can’t answer you – not with words, anyway – but judging from the sounds that spill from Aneesa’s throat, he’s getting close to doing as you told him.

“Keep him busy, babe,” you tell Neese as you climb off Mike and pull his harness out of the nightstand. You know it well, and it’s a bit of a bitch to put on, so you’re glad Mikey is nice and distracted, because he tends to become very annoying very quickly when he doesn’t have anything to keep him occupied while you wrangle the straps. You venture into the drawers again, rummaging around until you pull out Mikey’s favorite dildo. It’s neon pink, and was – once again – meant as a gag gift from friends who continuously underestimate Mikey’s ability to put his own pleasure before any embarrassment.

Even though you’re all set, you spend some time watching Mike and Aneesa, who seem to be having a great time giving each other head. If the blowjob she’s giving him is only half as sloppy as it sounds, you know he’s in absolute heaven right now. He likes ‘em wet.

“If you finish him off, I don’t think you’re getting any dick today, babe,” you chuckle, making Aneesa look up. She’s not happy about it, as she is clearly having a lot of fun sucking Mike off while he still eats her pussy like a man starved, but she does stop – much to Mike’s dissatisfaction, which, although suppressed by the fact that there’s still someone sitting on his face, is very evident.

His whining becomes louder when she moves to lie down next to him again. “You’re mean,” he says as he makes a face at Aneesa.

“Oh, babe, look at him,” she says to you, ignoring Mike and his puppy-eyes completely, “such a pathetic little whore.” He squeals when she pinches one of his nipples. You decide to give him a few quick smacks on his ass for good measure.

“Hey!” he whines, frowning at you. He’s good at that. A little too good, maybe. “I didn’t deserve that.”

“Did you like it?” you ask point-blank, raising an eyebrow while giving him a stern look. His little hint of an attitude disappears immediately, and you notice his resignation in his whole body, which relaxes completely.

“Yes,” he reluctantly admits before closing his eyes and gasping as you slowly pull the butt plug out of him and toss it somewhere on the bed. Aneesa takes her time watching you as you cover your strap with lube, then Mikey, who’s biting his lip and trembling slightly.

“Are you alright, Mikey?” she asks him. You’re grateful for her checking in on him, he doesn’t seem to see the need.

“Do you hear me say ‘turkey’?” he asks. You both roll your eyes at him and shake your heads.

“Baby, if something’s wrong, we’d like to do something about that before we get to ‘turkey’,” she throws back at him.

“Alright, alright, I know,” he laughs. “I am one hundred percent absolutely a-okay, now please, please, please…” You don’t wait for him to finish begging and gently start pushing the tip of your strap against his waiting hole. “Yeah, that,” he grunts. You’re careful with him, despite knowing he’s used to this, because that’s obviously what you do when you’re trying to shove seven inches of pink silicone up someone’s ass, no matter how many times it’s been done before. But God, you want to rail him hard. In a minute, you remind yourself. You’ll get to do that in a minute.

“Shit, that looks good!” Aneesa has moved onto her knees to get a closer look at what you’re doing. She’s clearly intrigued by the sight of the bright pink toy disappearing into Mikey’s body. It’s a shame he won’t be able to take any more after this – you know him by now, and you’re plenty familiar with your own lack of self-restraint as well. But who knows… Maybe next time?

She kisses you while gently stroking Mike’s cock when you’re finally completely inside of him, and you wait, giving Mike the opportunity to get used to the size of the toy – an opportunity he doesn’t necessarily need, but the waiting makes him impatient, and the sounds he makes when he’s impatient are adorable. So you torture him a little. Because you deserve it, and it’s so worth it. Next to you, Aneesa sighs appreciatively as she turns her head back to Mikey.

“He’s such a beautiful mess,” she whispers. Normally, he’d be able to hear it, too, but he’s far too preoccupied with what’s going on with his body to notice much of his surroundings. She’s right, he is absolutely gorgeous, especially looking as fucked out and spent as he does right now, with eyes that still beg for more each time they lock on yours. Slowly, you begin to shift your position so that Mike’s legs are on your shoulders, and his ass is on your thighs, and check if you can move like that. It seems to work just fine. You nod towards Aneesa, who understands you immediately and moves to straddle his thighs.

It’s tricky to get it right, but once you do, and she sinks down onto his cock, Mike’s eyes widen once, then close, and you just know they won’t open again for a long time. Soon enough, your thrusts fall into the same rhythm as Aneesa’s, and Mike’s moans and whines follow closely. Aneesa keeps talking to him the whole time, her praise coloring Mike’s cheeks as red as his lip is from his constant biting. Whatever answers he gives her come out in a cacophony of mumbling, growling, stammering, and whimpering – barely intelligible and drenched with the sound of pure ecstasy.

“Untie me, please,” you hear after a while. It’s a question filled with a desperate wish. Aneesa hears it too, and is more than happy to oblige. As soon as his hands are free, he wraps them around her, one tangling in her dark curls, the other resting on her back, where you reach for it and gently stroke him from his wrist to the tip of his index finger. He reacts to your touch by tangling his fingers with yours, and moving his other hand to Aneesa’s hip, guiding her through a final few thrusts until he finishes inside of her.

When she climbs off of him and wants to get out of bed to head to the bathroom, he stops her. A cheeky smile appears on your – and Mikey’s – face when you realize what he’s asking for.

“Come here,” he says, “and this time, you sit on my face. You don’t hover. Sit.” His grin is impossible. You pull out of him so they can find the right position, and you hurry to get out of the harness so you can find a nice place to watch Mike eat his cum out of your girlfriend’s pussy. It’s hotter than hell to see, and the sounds they’re both making – mixed with your own – are the perfect soundtrack for an amazing orgasm. Now you’re the squirming, trembling mess, sprawled out at the foot of the bed, while Mike gently nudges you with his feet, stroking your legs and just letting you know he’s there for you. It’s a much appreciated gesture that you gladly return.

You’re spent, all three of you, curled up in the most comfortable pile you were able to construct out of your tired and heavy bodies. As much as you want to think of something more pertinent or useful, you can’t seem to tear your eyes off of Aneesa’s arm, draped over Mike’s… whatever limb it is you’re looking at, you’re not quite sure anymore. The contrast between his pale and her dark skin is nice, as is everything else about the situation you find yourself in. Slowly, your eyes grow heavy, and you allow them to fall shut, surrounded by coziness and affection, saving your questions for later as you drift off to sleep.

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Hostile Territory - Chapter 19

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 2.9K

Warnings: past injuries

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Day 203

It was the smell of coffee drifting up from the kitchen that pulled Sy from his light dozing. He jerked upright thinking he’d missed his alarm and overslept but it was not yet five in the morning.

“What the hell?” he muttered, running a hand down his beard. Should he shave it off completely before going to see Leah? She’d never made any comments about it, unlike a few of the older soldiers who had earned the right to bust his balls.

He threw the blanket off, rising from the bed. A shower would be in order but first he needed to investigate who else was up.

Shirtless and wearing only loose shorts, he stumbled down the stairs in search of the black gold he’d missed while he was away. The distinctive sound of bacon hitting a hot pan was followed by the blessed greasy, salty scent and Sy definitely did not groan aloud as he stepped into the kitchen.

“I figured after your mother came to bed announcin’ you would be leavin’ this morning that it would be my only opportunity to cook ya a proper breakfast.”

“I’m sorry I’m not stayin’. I’m sure Ma explained why.”

“Yes, she did. She couldn’t get back to sleep with her excitement.” His father added eggs to another skillet before turning to face him. “Had to tire her out,” he added with a smirk.

Sy rolled his eyes with a smile but didn’t comment. Had he been ten years younger, he might have made a disgusted sound but he’d come to admire the way his parents so clearly loved each other even after all their years together.

“You should head back up and shower then I’ll drive ya to the airport when you’re ready.”

Sy had long since mastered the art of two minute showers so he was back down the stairs within ten minutes with his bag packed and ready to ship out. As he sat at the table, his father delivered two steaming hot plates of food and equally hot coffees. They ate in silence for the first few minutes until Sy worked up the nerve to speak.

“Any advice?” His words were almost a whisper, but his father heard him all the same.

“Whatever ya have to say, make sure ya don’t leave any room for doubt. Sometimes us men ain’t so good at sayin’ what we really mean. Oh! And don’t let them flowery movies your mama likes so much fool ya. Showin’ up at a girls doorstep without an invitation ain’t all it’s cracked up to be—especially not when that girl knows her way around a gun. Make sure you’re not too disappointed if things don’t go as planned.”

Though unconventional, that particular piece of advice was completely justified. Leah more than knew her way around a gun. She knew her way around several types of guns.

“Fair enough.”

It was almost eleven by the time Sy made it to the small two story house in a quiet suburb. His attention immediately went to the crotch rocket sitting in the driveway. He’d always loved taking the old dirt bikes out as a teen and couldn’t help but wonder if it was Leah’s or her brother’s.

His question was answered when Leah walked out of the house holding a full-face helmet and wearing a protective jacket. She froze with the door half closed, staring at Sy. Her mouth opened as if to speak but she seemed to have changed her mind when she shut it again.

“Bad time?” He felt stupid asking but he didn’t know what else to say.

“How did you know where to find me?”

Sy walked up the old concrete path to where Leah still stood. He put his hands in his pockets looking a little sheepish. “I called BJ.”

Leah hummed in understanding. She’d given BJ a few of her sketches before they left and had put them in an envelope from a letter Caleb had sent her.

She wasn’t angry with BJ. He would never breach her privacy without good reason and giving her address to Sy was not a breach as far as she was concerned. However, she sort of wanted to see Sy squirm.

 “What did that intel cost you?”

Stepping closer, Sy trailed his knuckles over her cheek before cupping her cheek.

“It cost me nothing but it was worth everything.”

Leah could have sworn she felt literal butterflies fluttering in her stomach but the moment was interrupted by an alarm going off on her phone. She cursed under her breath and pulled it from her pocket as Sy stepped back.

“I need to be somewhere in twenty minutes and I’ll be gone all afternoon.” She pursed her lips, chewing on her cheek. “You umm… You’re welcome to follow me.”

Sy didn’t hesitate to accept. “Lead the way.”

Leah nodded once, locking the door and heading down the walkway towards her bike.

“Did you drive here?” she asked, looking around for Sy’s truck as she zipped up her jacket.

“Not quite. I caught a flight then rented that sardine box over there.” He gestured towards the tiny hatchback that looked like a clown car next to Sy.

Leah straddled the bike, watching as Sy crossed the rest of the distance to his rental. Realizing she’d been so stunned to see him that she hadn’t even said “hi”, she called out to him.

“Sy wait!”

Leah climbed back off the bike, leaving her helmet on the seat before running over to Sy who’d frozen at the sound of his name. He turned just in time for Leah to pull him down into an eager kiss. His surprise only lasted for a second before he pulled her flush against his chest, holding her there with a hand on the small of her back.

Leah was first to break the kiss, sporting a deep flush on her cheeks as she took a few steps backwards. “Think the sardine box can keep up?” she smirked.

“It’ll manage,” he called back, feeling relief and excitement in equal measure. 

When she’d straddled her bike once more and strapped her helmet into place, Leah waited just long enough for Sy to get in the car then led them through the empty streets and onto the main boulevard. Despite her jokes, she drove safely, following speed limits and constantly checking for surrounding traffic.

Sy guessed their destination as soon as the sign became visible in the distance and his suspicions were confirmed when her blinker turned on. They pulled into the lot in front of the tattoo shop. Leah squeezed into a spot next to a custom Harley and Sy was glad it wasn’t his truck he was forced to back into the last spot at the end of the lot.

For a moment, Sy was a little disappointed that he wouldn’t get to be alone with Leah but that sentiment was outweighed by the curiosity of finally seeing her relaxed and in her element. A bell chimed as he pulled the door open and held it for Leah to walk in ahead of him.

“Look what the fucking cat dragged in!”

A man looking to be a few years older than Sy jumped the counter, not seeming to realize there was a perfectly good opening a few feet away. He pulled Leah into a tight bear hug, keeping her against him long enough for Sy to start getting envious before finally releasing her.

Rationally, he was aware that Leah had known this man a lot longer than she had known Sy and that she was allowed to hug him if that was what she wanted but the alpha-hole part of his brain hated that the guy had his hands on his woman.

“You should have told me you were the one who booked my afternoon, I’d have dressed up or something.” He looked down at his all black outfit consisting of baggy jeans, an old band tee that showed off his fully tattooed arms and running shoes. “It’s not every day we get to welcome home our favorite pain in the ass.”

“Hey,” Leah punched him in the arm, “I gave my name to your receptionist when I called. It’s not my fault you don’t know how to read.”

“I was off yesterday, I didn’t know my other client had canceled until you walked in.” The man finally tore his focus away from Leah long enough to acknowledge Sy’s presence. “I’m Ash by the way.”

“Sy.”

Ash motioned for them to follow him to the back of the shop where metal music was playing through the overhead speakers. Sy had never been in a tattoo shop before but if he’d had to make a guess at what one would look like, it would be exactly like the room in which he was standing.

There were six workstations, three on each side of the room. Each had a different set up of chairs and metal tool boxes. The walls were covered with framed art work and pictures of finished tattoos. On some stations there were racks with hundreds of bottles of ink in different shades whereas others had mostly black ink. A woman with pink hair and a half dozen facial piercings greeted them on her way to the receptionist’s desk.

“Leah doesn’t normally bring anyone to these sessions. She’s more of a ‘suffer-in-private’ kind of person.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

Sy realized how cryptic that response had sounded when Ash raised a questioning brow as he dropped onto a rolling stool. It seemed that Sy had lost his ability to communicate like a proper human being after so long away. Thankfully, Leah filled in the blanks.

“Sy and I are deployed together. He’s my CO.”

“No shit? Thank you for your service.”

Sy tipped his chin in acknowledgement, never knowing what to say when he heard those words. Luckily, Leah and Ash immediately got down to business, saving him from having to come up with an answer.

“Iʼm so stoked we are finally getting this piece done. Iʼve had it ready and waiting for months.”

Ash rolled across his work station to the desk. After a bit of shuffling around, he held up a piece of what looked like trace paper cut into some strange shape. In purplish ink was an outline of a fantasy style dragon.

Sy couldn’t quite tell what the final piece was supposed to look like but Leah seemed excited to see the image. They immediately launched into a discussion about some technical term or another which Sy did not understand. He simply watched Leah’s face light up as she and Ash compared the purple outline to an image on Ash’s tablet.

“Okay, strip.” At those words, Sy’s head snapped towards Ash. “I need to see if this still fits or if I need to resize the stencil.”

“What, are you saying I got fat since I last saw you?”

Ash wisely knew better than to answer that sort of rhetorical question but Sy couldn’t contain his scoff, drawing both Leah and Ash’s gazes.

“If anythin’, ya lost weight since your first day on base but your curves are still killer as ever.”

Had he not been watching Leah so closely, he would have missed that cute blush creeping up her cheeks before she looked away. Ash’s brows drew together in suspicion as he looked Sy up and down but he didn’t comment.

When Leah began to remove her pants it was Sy’s turn to blush. Looking back at the stencil, Sy realized the weird shape was meant to fit her hip and thigh.

Before he knew it, Leah was left in nothing but a shirt and a string bikini bottom. Obviously this wasn’t her first rodeo. She used a hair band from her wrist to tie the hem of her shirt then she did some twisty hand movement to make it look almost decorative. Ash busied himself with pulling on black latex gloves and handed Leah a roll of medical tape.

“Use that to hold the fabric so that I can undo the ties when I work on the upper half.”

Leah proceeded to cut strips off to tape the waist of her bikini to her stomach but when she got to her back, she couldn’t get it to line up properly. Seeing Ash was busy setting out little plastic cups of ink, Sy stepped forward instead.

Wordlessly, he took the roll from her hand, cutting a fresh piece. He made a conscious effort not to let his hands linger as he traced the small of her back, securing the fabric in place. He thought he heard Leahʼs breath hitch but the moment was interrupted as Ash began prepping Leah’s skin.

Once everything was ready, Leah curled up on her side as Ash instructed and the pixi-haired receptionist showed up as if out of nowhere with a second chair for Sy. He expected to be ignored for the rest of the afternoon but Ash seemed more than happy to include him in the conversation as he worked.

Once the outline was done, Ash suggested that it was time for a break. Not wanting Leah to have to wrap up the half-finished piece, Sy offered to run to the store across the street to get them both some snacks.

Ash had said to get something that was easy to eat and would keep her blood sugar up so Sy picked up two containers of pre-cut fruit and a few different sports drinks that had spouts so Leah could easily drink while lying down.

After Ash changed his needles for the second time, it seemed the pain was finally getting to Leah. She closed her eyes and didn’t speak except when asked a direct question. Throughout it all, she remained  impossibly still.

“Now I see why ya barely flinched when ya got your head stitched up.” Ash had been running the machine over the same patch of skin for what felt like forever.

A small smile pulled at Leah’s lips but her eyes stayed closed. “What’s a few stitches when you sit through hours of getting stabbed repeatedly by multiple needles?”

That was a very valid point, indeed. 

“How did you get injured?”

“I wanted to experience what it was like to be a victim in a slasher movie.”

Ash looked up from his work, cleaning away the excess ink and blood. “What are you talking about?”

“That’s her way of sayin’ she almost got killed by an ax wieldin’ lunatic.” Ash went pale, his face losing all its humor. He’d no doubt never realized just how risky their job really was.

“But you’re okay, right?”

“Yeah, Sy saved my ass. I walked—well, limped—away with a busted knee and a couple stitches.”

All things considered, that was far from the worst of what their team had seen out there but those were the things no one ever wanted to speak of. It did no good to make close friends or family more worried than they already were when there was nothing they could do about it.

After the sixth hour, Ash put down his machine and declared Leah officially done. She blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the bright lights. Rolling off the table, Leah made her way to the mirror.

Using the excuse of the new tattoo, Sy allowed himself to fully study her legs. On her hip was now a black and gray dragon that followed the curve of her body to her mid thigh. On the same leg was the leshen she had mentioned all those months ago. The other hip had flowers leading down to a wolf’s head which was also in black and gray but not quite the same style. It almost looked like a contrast of nature’s good versus evil.

“I finally got to mark you with one of my own designs,” Ash commented as he pulled out a roll of cling film. “Even Niki came in with one of your drawings.”

“Niki?” Leah turned, allowing Ash to wrap her leg. “What do you mean Niki came in with my design? When did he get a tattoo?”

“Guess you didn’t have Insta out there.” He snapped his gloves off and reached for his tablet, pulling up a picture of a familiar cerberus tattoo.

Leah’s hand covered her mouth as she looked over the pictures.

“He said he got it because he liked the idea of something watchin’ over him.”

Tear brimmed eyes locked onto Sy’s. “You knew?” she asked, sounding almost betrayed. Ash seemed to think it was best if he left the two of them alone.

“I saw it in the gym and knew it was yours.”

Leah looked back at the screen, running her fingers over it. When she felt Sy at her back, she leaned against him, relishing his quiet strength. His hand found her hip, holding her as he kissed her temple.

“I’d say it had the desired effect.”

Seeming to realize she still had no pants on, Leah cleared her throat, putting down the tablet in favor of pulling on her jeans.

“Where umm… Where were you staying tonight?”

“Hopefully wherever you are.”

That put a smile on Leah’s face.

“So there’s that southern charm people keep telling me about.”

“Is it workin’?”

“We’ll see.”

Chapter 20

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The Black Blade Chapter 5

Summary: One of the hardest things to do is to watch someone you love suffer. It’s even worse when that suffering comes at your own hands. The Witchers have a very difficult decision ahead of them, one that will change the course of the Continent. Series Masterlist Words: 3723 Warnings: Suicide, blood, death, injury. All story warnings. A/N. Holy crap, it’s been almost two years since I’ve updated this story. My apologies for disappearing off the face of the earth. My goal of posting slightly more was an epic fail. I finished my Bachelor of Education as well as got a full time job within months of each other, so I didn’t have time to breath, much less think. I hope to be back on a semi regular basis now! As per usual, huge thanks to my beta @thegodsneverwantedme​

The Blood Moon

They call it the Blood Moon. It’s a month filled with heartbreak, death, and grief; brothers hunting sisters through the wilderness. Each time a Witcher returns to Kaer Morhen, he carries two swords with a medallion wrapped around them, a shroud of grief sitting over him. Funeral pyres become a common sight, the initiates tasked with ensuring there is enough wood available for one at a moment's notice. 

Vesemir disappears into his office every time a hunting party returns, often bloodied and injured, occasionally missing a member. Those evenings are even more somber, two passings being mourned. Tonight is one of such evenings, Geralt joining his mentor with two glasses of ale. 

“There was nothing you could have done, Vesemir,” Geralt says softly, trying to break the man out of his reverie. “We didn’t know that this would happen, and we still don’t know where it stems from.” “I know,” Vesemir sighs, sipping his ale. He looks out the window, not seeing the trees that surround the mountain on which Kaer Morhen is built. “I could have stopped this, right at the beginning.”

Geralt sits up in his chair, frowning at Vesemir. “What do you mean?”

“All those years ago, when they first wanted to try the Trials on Leto, they asked me first,” Vesemir starts. “They asked if I thought she would survive them, if I thought she would be strong enough to be a Witcher.”

He pauses, the silence stretching tight across the room. “I said yes.”

“You couldn’t have known, Vesemir,” Geralt protests. “You had no idea things would turn out this way. We all knew she would be fine, we were so proud of her.”

The silver haired Witcher stands and joins his mentor at the window. “Any of us could have said no, we could have stopped the experiments. But we didn’t. This is on all of us, if you want to place blame that far back.”

Vesemir stays silent, the minutes passing slowly. “She was mine though.”

Geralt shifts, the silence stretching as he waits for the older Witcher to speak.

“I should have protected her, I had a duty to protect her,” Vesemir sighs, running a hand over his face. “I should have known better. Especially once she came out different. She had different magic, her eyes were silver; that should have been the first sign things weren’t the same.”

“How were you to have known?” Geralt asks gently. “The magicians didn’t know, and they were the ones doing all of the experiments and the research. And besides, she was Leto, she was your Wolf, everyone wanted her to succeed. She was- is- all of ours.”

“I know, pup,” Vesemir uses the nickname he normally reserves for new, scared initiates. “But I still can’t help but feel responsible for what’s happened.”

The conversation dies off, Geralt having no response for the guilt that Vesemir shoulders, that they all shoulder. He stands in silence, watching out the window with his mentor as they grieve the loss of their sisters, the loss of their friends.

**~*~*~*~**

“Elliya!” Zane cries, trying to get the Witcher’s attention as she attacks a village. Can’t let her kill anymore than she has. Need to draw her away. He and Illja exchange glances, hardening their faces and their hearts as the woman turns to face them, a snarl on her face.

“Have you come to be enlightened?” Elliya asks, staring down at the two Witchers as she ignores the panicked villagers running away behind her. “Have you finally realized your true calling?”

“Elliya, please. This isn’t you,” Zane pleads, watching as Illja circles to the side to try and cut their sister off. “You’re ill, please let us help you.”

The Witchers are loath to kill their sisters, but realize it may be the only option. Still, they have to try to save them, to know that they are truly irredeemable before they are forced to kill one of their own. They flinch as they hear the maniacal laughter burst from their sister, madness flashing in her eyes.

“Help me?” Elliya asks with a sneer. “Help me? You can’t help me. You’re here to kill me, you’re here to kill my sisters. I’ve heard what you have been doing, Witchers.”

Zane’s heart falls at the words, pain lancing through his chest. “We want to help you,” he whispers. “We don’t know how. We can’t let you keep killing the humans, though. They don’t deserve what you’re doing.” “They’re murderers,” Elliya hisses, eyes alight with madness and rage. “They’re killing the earth, killing everything. They need to be eradicated.” “Why?” Zane pleads, trying to get through to his sister. “Why, though? Some are doing that, yes. But think of the others! Just yesterday, I saw a human helping a bird who had a broken wing.” “The minority,” Elliya scoffs. “The majority are killing this earth and everything on it, they need to die in order for everything else to survive.” She shifts her grip on her sword, prowling closer. “You fail to see the light, and for this, you must die.”

“Elliya, please,” Zane tries one more time, slowly lifting his sword as his sister shifts. “You don’t have to do this.

“I have no other choice,” Elliya’s voice goes flat before she launches herself at Zane and the other Witcher with him, going for the kill strike.

Zane dances backwards, hardening his heart for what he has to do next. Every sister who has come back to themself has begged us to kill them. We’re only doing what we must, there’s no way to help them. I wish there was.

The Witcher falls silent as he throws himself into the deadly dance, Illja trading off with him when they need a break. He cries out in pain as Elliya gets through his defences, a shallow cut along his bicep seeping through his sleeve as he takes a step back while Illja tries to get behind their sister.

Elliya falters as she hears Zane’s cry, guilt flashing through her eyes as her bitter lemon and cedar scent softens. “Zane?” she whispers, staring at the Witcher.

“It’s me,” Zane says softly, lowering his sword somewhat as recognition flashes in Elliya’s eyes. “It’s me, it’s your brother. I’m here.” “I- I- I don’t know what’s happening,” Elliya stammers, bringing a hand to her forehead as she screws her face up in pain. “Zane, what’s happening?” “It’s okay,” Zane soothes, slowly approaching his sister, heart aching as he sees pain on her face. “It’s okay, I’m right here. Let me help you, Elliya.”

Elliya stares at Zane, cocking her head as she seems to listen to something no one else can hear. The male Witcher continues to creep closer, keeping up a soothing stream of reassurance. Right as he gets within arms reach Elliya’s expression changes, her face going dead as rage and madness flares in her eyes. “Liar!” she hisses before gasping as Illja drives his sword through her chest from behind. Her golden eyes clear as he lowers her to the ground, Zane coming forward to cup her cheek.

“I’m so sorry,” Zane whispers brokenly, tears trailing down his cheeks as Illja pulls his sword out and holds Elliya in his lap.

“Sleep, sister,” Illja rumbles sadly, arranging her so she’s laying comfortably as he holds her close. “We’ll stay with you. You can rest now.” “Thank you,” Elliya breathes, slowly going limp in her brother’s arms. “Thank you. Tell the others it’s not- it’s not- we don’t want…”

Zane leans forward, listening carefully to his sister’s words before letting out a sob as her eyes go glassy and she lets out a soft sigh. He bends over her as her head falls limp to the side, Illja curling around her body as he cries.

“We had to,” Zane whispers, holding tight to Illja as they mourn their sister. “We had to. She was suffering, she didn’t want to do this. We had to do this, Illja.” Illja nods, gripping Zane’s shoulder as he takes comfort in the fact that they were able to save Elliya, even though it was through death.

**~*~*~**

Ifera sits in a tree, watching as the Witchers prowl through the forest looking for her. Amateurs. She shakes her head as they bumble around, making all sorts of noise. How did they ever think they were going to catch me, much less a monster, if everyone can hear them coming from miles away?

She jumps down from her perch on the branch, listening to the soft whispers in her mind. I can see now, it’s all become so clear. The humans are a plague, they’re destroying our world. They hunt and kill and destroy, they need to be eradicated. Ifera prowls after the Witchers on silent feet, pulling her swords out as she follows. She follows them into a darker part, listening to the soft, sweet voice that whispers to her.

“Witchers,” she calls sweetly, nearly laughing as they spin to face her while their hands jump to their weapons. “Oh, you poor darlings. Did I sneak up on you and scare you?” “Ifera,” the dark haired Witcher calls to her, a pleading tone in his voice. “Please, let us help-”

Ifera cuts him off with a sharp gesture, shaking her head. “Don’t even start,” she growls softly. “I’ve heard what you’ve all been doing to our sisters. Hunting us down like cattle, killing us one by one. You’re not here to help, you’re here to kill me. Don’t try to pretend.” “It’s not like that,” the other Witcher pleads, blonde hair reflecting the sunlight. “We’re your family, Ifera, we don’t want to do this. But you can’t keep on like this.” “And why not?” Ifera prowls forward, letting her sword drag on the ground. “The humans are killing everything else. You’ve seen how the world has changed since they’ve grown so far.” Kill them all, take them out. Let us run free, where we don’t have to hide. There’s nothing good left in the humans, they destroy everything they touch.

The blonde Witcher falters, clearly at a loss for words from her question. “Ifana-” he starts, but she cuts him off as she leaps at him, sword raised. “Fuck off,” Ifera growls, sword bouncing off the Witcher’s as she pursues him. “You don’t understand, you’ll never understand. I have to do this.” “Why?” The dark haired Witcher demands, darting in to catch her sword when the blonde Witcher trips. She growls in frustration, just wanting to ignore the questions.

“Because,” Ifera cries, swiping randomly at the Witcher, Andrezj, her mind suddenly supplies, to try and get rid of his questions. She falters slightly as the name appears, taking a moment to recover. The whispers increase in intensity, sudden guilt warring with the chaotic rage that's a constant in her chest and she shakes herself, trying to rid the emotions.

Andrezj takes advantage of her momentary distraction, darting forward and landing a blow on her shoulder. Ifera lets out a yell of pain, the scent of copper filling the air as she leaps backwards and lets out a growl.

“You’ll pay for that,” she resumes her circling, switching hands on her sword as pain runs down her arm. “You won’t leave this place alive.” Andrezj and the blonde Witcher exchange glances but stay silent, Ifera letting out a growl of frustration at that. She jumps forwards, throwing herself back into the battle and stepping forward and stabbing at the blonde one's stomach. Her sword is knocked away before Andrezj steps in and she finds herself on the defensive, frustration continuing to grow. She can feel the blood dripping down her arm, the scent of copper mixing with the fear scent of rust in the air. She growls happily at the scent before startling as her heart rate increases, realizing the fear is coming from her. What?

Ifera’s eyes widen at the realization and she stumbles again, fatigue and pain dragging at her limbs. No, I won’t submit. They’re wrong, I’ve seen the light. Humans are a plague. Aren’t they? She gets lost in her thoughts again, the tip of her sword slowly drifting towards the ground. This is the right thing to do. It is. Memories of laughing and playing with her brothers, with Andrezj, suddenly burst into her mind from a long forgotten place, and she raises her eyes to see Andrezj and Viktor in front of her.

“Help,” the whisper falls from her lips, Ifera feeling her legs go out from under her. She doesn’t register the pain that jolts up her legs as she hits the ground, hands flying to her forehead as the whispers war with the memories flooding her mind. “It’s okay, Ifera, we’re both here,” she feels Viktor’s arms go around her, supporting her as she fights with herself. She leans heavily into him, his bright cedar and cinnamon scent filling her nose. My brothers. My brothers are here. They can help me. Oh gods, what have I done? I’m supposed to protect, not kill.

Ifera lets out a sob, looking up at Viktor with terrified eyes as the scent of her fear increases in strength. She clings to him weakly with one hand, feeling Andrezj bracket her other side as his ginger and cedar scent fills her nose.

“Please, kill me,” Ifera begs, feeling Viktor shush her and slowly rock her as he rumbles soothingly. “No, please, you don’t understand. I can’t fight it.” She feels the soothing rumble turn to one of concern, burnt caramel worry mixing with her brothers’ scents. “You can’t fight what, Ifera?”

“The voices, the presence, please,” Ifera can feel herself start to slip, the familiar feeling of darkness taking over. She writhes in Viktor’s arms, clinging to him before ripping herself out of his arms.

Andrezj lets out a startled shout as he’s knocked backwards, surprise turning to concern as Ifera grabs for her sword. She turns her gaze on them, a mixture of apology and madness flitting behind her eyes. She stands with her blade in hand, emotions draining away as she watches her brothers scramble for their swords.

“I’m sorry,” Ifera whispers as she raises her sword before turning the blade on herself, pain blooming as she opens her throat. She feels her knees go out again, the pain quickly turning to cold as she collapses to the ground. She doesn’t hit though, Andrezj catching her and pulling her into his arms as tears slide down his cheeks.

It’s okay. She tries to smile at him, raising a shaky hand to her brothers’ cheeks. She doesn’t notice the bloody fingerprints she leaves on their skin, eyes starting to fall shut as she grows tired. I did it for you. I did it to keep everyone safe. I’m so tired. I’m safe now, I don’t have to listen anymore. I won.

The last thing Ifera feels is a sense of satisfaction as the world starts to grow dark, her brothers’ scents in her nose. A warmth cradles her as she starts to go limp, listening to the soft cries from her Witchers before she feels no more.

**~*~*~**

Issori, Jaka, Iona, Charenthi, Fissa. Alek crosses the names off with a heavy heart, marking each funeral pyre that burns. “There’s so many names,” he whispers, staring at the list. “Too many,” Kamil agrees softly, closing his eyes from where he sits in his chair. “How many are left?” “Not many,” Alek replies, glancing at where Vesemir stands with his back to them, having stood motionless at the window since the council members gathered. “All of the parties are out, they should be back soon. We’ll burn our last pyres within the month, hopefully.” “We still don’t know what’s causing this?” Natan asks, looking around the room at the other senior Witchers. “No,” Kamil shakes his head, sighing softly. “Tissai and I have been over everything we can think of, all we know is that it’s connected to something with their magic. They embody the chaos, rather than harness it. Something happens when they do that, but no one else has used magic the way they do, so we can’t know for sure what is happening.”

“It will be over soon,” Alek nods, running a hand through his hair. “And we won’t put any more girls through the trials.” “We never should have in the first place,” Vesemir’s voice is low when he speaks, the Witcher not turning from the window. “I never should have let this happen.” “Vesemir, you couldn’t have known,” Natan says immediately, shaking his head. “We had no idea they would be any different than us, that this would happen.” “I should have seen it with Leto, when she changed,” Vesemir finally turns away from the window, looking at the other Witchers with pained eyes. “I raised her, I knew her. I knew she was different after the trials, after she learned her powers, and I didn’t intervene.” I never should have let her go through the Trials in the first place. Gods, what was I thinking? Our sisters’ deaths are all on my hands.

“She was following the Path, everyone changes,” Natan says gently. “You’ve seen what Witchers look like when they come back from their first few years, everyone changes regardless of male or female.”

“I knew her though,” Vesemir whispers. “I raised her, she was mine. I knew her better than anyone else, I should have known that something was wrong, more so than just being on the Path.” “No one could have known,” Alek says softly, not sure what else to say to help the guilt that is clear in Vesemir’s frame. “You couldn’t have known.” “It’s too late now,” Vesemir murmurs wearily, turning back to the window. “She’ll face the same fate as her sisters.” “You don’t have to be the one to go,” Natan says, reopening the weeks old debate. “She’s your daughter, Vesemir, you don’t have to do this. One of us will go.” “I trained her myself, it has to be me,” Vesemir shakes his head. “She won’t let anyone else close enough, I taught her too well.”

“At least let someone go with you,” Natan pushes. “Take Geralt, take someone. Don’t go alone.”

“Alright,” Vesemir gives in, knowing that he’ll be followed regardless of his decision. “I’ll take Geralt with me, but no one else. She won’t trust us if there’s others with us.” “Thank you,” Natan says softly, making a note to go speak with Geralt. “It’s better with two. Just in case.” We’ve lost too many already. We need our Chief to lead us through this. “I know,” Vesemir nods, settling his hands at his back as he watches the initiates train below. “I know.” The council takes the dismissal for what it is, slowly filing out of the room. Natan pauses for just a moment, glancing at Vesemir before going to find Geralt. He needs to go. Leto was Vesemir’s pride, it’s going to destroy him to have to kill her.

Natan finds the silver haired Witcher out on the ramparts, where he would often go as an initiate. “Vesemir is going to bring you with him,” he says softly, coming to lean his elbows on the stone as he stands next to the younger Witcher.

“I thought he would take me,” Geralt nods, continuing to look out over the Trail. “He won’t take anyone else.” “He wanted to go by himself initially,” Natan replies softly. “I don’t think he’ll come back if he does.” “He won’t,” Geralt shakes his head. “I’ll bring him back, keep an eye on him.” Natan nods at that, sighing under his breath. “I wish he’d let someone else go.” “Not with her,” Geralt murmurs. “He considers this whole thing his fault, our sisters. Leto was the first.” Still remember when she went through her Trials. We were so proud of our little sister. We all should have said something.

“I know,” Natan says, glancing at Geralt. “It’s not your fault either. No one could have known.” “No, but we’re the ones who didn’t see it sooner,” Geralt looks back at the strategic master, gaze serious. “This is on all of us.” “It is,” Natan nods in agreement, before looking back out at the surrounding area. “You make sure you come back as well. We all know you were close with Leto, almost as much as Vesemir.” Geralt smiles grimly at that, looking down at his scarred hands. “She was my little sister, before she was all of ours,” he murmurs, eyes glazing over with memories. “I remember when Vesemir came home with her, she was just a wee little thing.”

“She was,” Natan agrees softly. “She was little, but fierce. Drove us all up the wall, keeping her out of trouble.” “She got into the weapons room and sent everyone into a panic,” Geralt laughs sadly. “We always knew she would be good at this. She was one of the best.”

“Still is,” Natan murmurs. “Be careful, Geralt, okay. Make sure you both come home.” We can’t afford to lose anyone else.

“I will,” Geralt turns a sober gaze on Natan. “I’ll make sure he gets home.” He won’t be the one to kill her, if I can help it. That would destroy him, having to kill his daughter.

“I trust you,” Natan nods, offering the silver haired Witcher a warrior’s handshake before turning and leaving him in peace before he has to leave.

**~*~*~**

Geralt lashes the last few of his bags onto Roach’s saddle, sighing softly as he goes through his list one more time. He waits patiently for Vesemir, glancing at the gathered Witchers around him. Know they all want to come with us, to not have Vesemir have to do this. Vesemir slowly makes his way out of Kaer Morhen, looking straight ahead as he takes his reins from Geralt.

“Everything is packed?” he asks gruffly, mounting his horse.

“Yes, Chief,” Geralt nods, mounting Roach alongside his mentor. “We can go.” “Good,” Vesemir nods, urging his mount towards the gates and down the Path. I’m coming, Leto. I’m sorry, my Wolf. This is all my fault. He focuses on the journey ahead of him, staying silent as Geralt rides at his side in search of his daughter.

**~*~*~**

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