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: ̗̀➛ searing light | chapter two

— pairing ; darkling!dream x sun summoner!reader

— au ; shadow & bone

— wordcount ; 2.6k

— warnings ; fire, reader gets pushed around, rude soldiers/commanders

— note ; welcome to chapter two of searing light! I actually really enjoyed writing this part and coming up with how to twist the original story in my own little way — I hope you enjoy!

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when the moon was high and the sound around you was minimal, thoughts flowed easier — flowed into the streams of what if’s and premature regret and mourning. whatever happened the next day would either be a successful day — one to be celebrated with a feast unlike any other, or it would be another tick carved into the wood, next to the dozens of them that already were scratched in. you were sure that even those numbers were off, for when a certain number was reached without success, people started to lose faith.

this skiff however was designed for greatness — made by the hands of the second army, reinforced with grisha steel and said to be lighter — faster.

something wasn’t right.

if there is one thing that you had learned through your tough life growing up in ravka, it was that when your gut told you something — you trusted it. if your gut told you to avoid someone, you avoided them; if it told you to take a different path, you took the next path over; if it told you that no matter what anyone said, something was going to happen — you had to do something to stop it.

if not for yourself, for wilbur.

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when the sun rose, and your boots were laced tightly — you made your way to the tent full of maps, careful to make sure your superiors were nowhere to be seen. the lot of them were seated in the food tent as they discussed today's trip and how long they thought it would last in the fold.

they had no shame when it came to talking about the failure of the second army when it came to this, and had even less shame when talking about the lives of their own people being lost. if ravka didn’t lose the war from the raging countries surrounding it, the fold was guaranteed to do the job for them.

walking into the tent that looked the exact same as it always did, despite being situated in a different part of ravka that you were used to. there were maps of different sizes displayed and thrown about, a rough and stained carpet laid on the grass and uncomfortable benches that you had known all too well pushed underneath tables.

quick feet brought you to stand in front of a cabinet which held map’s upon map’s — some of this part of ravka, and some of the ravka on the other side of the fold. the ravka that people on that side referred to as west ravka.

free from the royal blood on ravka’s soil that sat stuck behind the black barrier, west ravka sought out to become their own standing country — a hope that the fold would vanish, no longer clouded their minds. only the thought of independence and selfishness flowed through them.

“where are you…?” your tongue poked slightly out of the side of your mouth as you sited through the heap of yellow tinted paper, hoping to find anything and everything you could on what laid on the other side of the black wall.

beyond the fold - ravka

“aha,” the text at the top of the map caught your eyes. sifting through the numerous ones below it, you confirmed that you had found what you had come looking for. taking the maps in hand, making sure each was rolled up tightly so you could fit as many as you could into the small space, you rushed over to the trash bin in the corner.

with a look around the tent, and several peaks over your shoulders, you pulled out the box that weighed heavily in your pocket, despite weighing nothing compared to what you were used to carrying around.

what you were about to do would either get you a one way ticket to see the generals or aboard the skiff — either or, you could end up dead as a result.

a sharp flick of your wrist, a spark, and a light flowed from the tip of the match — the wood below it becoming charred as the flame ate at the wood with every second it burned bright. with one last look at the fully pieced together maps, and your ticket onto the skiff — you let the match fall — turning your back to it immediately, and not wasting any time as you fled the scene.

the sight of smoke wafting from the top of the tent, group’s of gasps and hurried feet rushing to it sounding from behind you.

blue eyes watching as you paced away hurriedly.

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“well I don’t know what we're going to do.”

“we have to do something!”

“you think I don’t know that?!”

“we need to re-draw all those maps or the general will have our heads-“

“excuse me?” heads snapped in your direction, all your superiors looking at you with harsh eyes and deep frowns.

“what?”

you held back the scowl that wanted to cross your face at the women's tone, but for the sake of winning them over, you held yourself back. “If I may, I volunteer to go through the fold,” they looked at you with wide eyes. “i’ll re-draw everything-“

“you’re merely one mapmaker with thousands of miles to cover — we need more than one cartographer,” the woman shook her head as she looked down, her words directed at her fellow generals.

the other general thought, his eyes darting between you and the woman. “you’ll board the skiff shortly — alongside the rest of your squadron,” you fought to keep the look of shock off your face. “alert your tent of the decision immediately, you are dismissed.”

“sir, with all due respect-“

“you are dismissed soldier, that is an order.”

you couldn't fight orders — with a small nod and downcasted eyes, you shuffled your way back to your tent full of guilt and mind racing with second thoughts. all you wanted to do was get onto the skiff alongside wilbur, just you and youself alone — but in the process of doing so and with a selfish decision on your part, you had just put people who you had spent the last few years with in jeopardy.

it wasn't your intention at all.

lifting the flap of material that acted as a makeshift door to the tent, you walked in quietly, unsure of when to break the news or even how to start.

carey, a boy that you had gotten to know well over the years and someone who you considered to be one of your only friends alongside wilbur, stood at your arrival. his smile was bright and large.

“hey Y/N, do you wanna go for a walk? maybe watch the send-off together-”

“we have to board the skiff.”

heads around the tent shot up at your words, some eyes of questioning and confusion, others full of fear or anger.

luna shot up and paced to you hastily, giving you no time to react or prepare yourself as she grabbed you by the lapels of your uniform and swung you around so your backside was against the table.

with the force that she had shoved you into the hard wood, utensils and paper had gone flying — and your hands found purchase on the rough and spilled wood as you tried to steady yourself — jagged and pointed pieces pricking your skin.

“what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything-” you tried to pry her hands off of your uniform, but the sheer power she had was nothing you could fight with.

she was like a mouse who could kick a cats ass.

“luna let them go-”

“can it carey! they aren't into you so why don’t you just mind your own business and find someone else to fawn over,” it was no secret the boy had a crush on you — but in the heat of war and the constant fear for your life, there was no room for him or anyone else.

her fists still gripped your jacket harshly — your body jerking with every movement she made. “now, tell me what you did to get us all on that death trap, or saints help me-”

“whats going on here?” luna’s head had snapped over immediately, her hair whipping behind, and her hands disappearing just as fast as she turned.

tilting your head to the side, the first thing you noticed was the colour that stuck out like a sore thumb in the tent — bright purple. eyes trailing up the figure, you next noted the blonde hair that was draped over their shoulders. and lastly, the blue eyes that could hypnotize anybody they were simply batted at.

it was the grisha that you had made eye contact with a few days prior.

“nothing-” the grisha sent one look to luna and the girl immediately quieted.

“are you okay?” the grisha questioned you suddenly — the harsh look that once covered her face now melted into something more sincere — more concerned.

you pushed yourself up from your uncomfortable position that luna had managed to bend you in over the table, carey’s hands helping you in any way he could despite being brushed off. “I’m fine, thank you for your concern,” you stepped away from luna hesitantly — unsure of what the girl would do with her eyes still holding a deadly intent.

“I was sent here to lead you to the skiff — the group of you are running behind,” the girl mainly spoke to you, her eyes wandering as she spoke however. “I’d advise you to get your materials and get to the skiff immediately — anybody found at the camp who should be on the skiff will be punished.”

carey rushed to collect his things as soon as the words were muttered, luna trailing behind stubbornly, only leaving behind a glare directed at you, before her back was fully turned.

with the bag on your hip containing everything that you had needed, you made a move to exit the tent — the grisha following behind you immediately.

“you know I do have to ask — what were you thinking?” she asked as soon as the two of you had exited the tent.

“excuse me?”

“you exited a tent that had smoke pouring out of it, and didn't bat an eye when panic washed over everyone — I wanna know what you were thinking setting whatever was in there on fire-” you hand gripped her kefta quickly, your eyes wide and mouth opened in shock.

“be quiet would you?! I’ll explain everything if you just keep your voice down,” her eyes didn't meet your own, only observing your hand that wrinkled the tough purple fabric on her arm. you released it immediately with a short and quiet apology.

the blue eyed grisha looked up to you, to the skiff, and back to you — her eyes holding a glimmer of amusement. “I know you did it, and I have a feeling I know why you did it too — your lover boy is on the skiff.”

lover boy?

looking at the skiff, you could see wilbur, plain as day, looking at the two of you with confusion — or more to say confusion towards the grisha stood by your side, and anger towards you and your appearance.

“I don’t have a lover boy.”

“the tall curly haired one — it’s not hard to tell.”

you grimaced at that. you and wilbur were nothing more than friends, siblings to say the least — raised at the hip with minds so alike it was scary.

“that so-called ‘lover boy’ you speak of is wilbur, and I can guarantee there's nothing going on there.”

the grisha hummed quietly, her eyes bouncing between the two of you before finally sighing. “If you say so,” she offered you her hand. “I’m niki.”

as you went to introduce yourself, the harsh call of your name interrupted you — wilbur yelled your name as he dodged and squirmed his way through the crowd of people who made a move to board the skiff. you turned back to niki with a bashful smile.

“why am I being told that you're crossing the fold?” wilbur distanced himself from niki — unsure and untrusting of anyone who was gifted in the small science.

“because I am?”

“no you’re not.”

“yes they are.”

you knew wilbur wanted to snap back at the girl with a ‘I wasn't talking to you’ card, but the coat that adorned her body stopped him in his tracks. he had told you once before when the two of you passed a group of grisha women at your old camp that “grisha women were scarier then grisha themselves.”

wilbur was scared of the grisha in front of you.

“yes I am, and you can’t do anything about it,” you tried to bring the atmosphere to somewhere different — wilburs eyes coming back to you instead of the offput stare he was once giving niki.

“all aboard! skiff is leaving in t-minus two minutes!”

“well, that's our que,” niki gripped both your sleeve, and wilbur’s and dragged you to the bridge that led up onto the skiff. bodies rushing up, and some attempting to rush down — hands dragged them back on.

some people were in a frenzy to get off the skiff, while some stood stiffly looking out into what they were about to enter — eyes holding nothing more than fear and questioning.

questioning if they would return.

“you have nothing to fear, I promise — the new skiff was built by my colleagues and me. it was built to go faster,” niki spoke, her hand laying gently on your shoulder as she guided you and wilbur to stand on the side of the deck. “all you need to remember is to stay quiet, don’t light any lanterns, and most importantly — keep your head down.”

the squeak of the bridge’s hinges echoed throughout the skiff — the wood and steel alike being pulled up to close the entry and exit point. there was no way off unless you made a jump.

in less than a moment after the bang sounded from the bridge closing entirely, your body was jerked into niki’s — her hand coming to steady you, much like she did with wilbur as he swayed slightly.

every second you inched closer and closer to the fold, the unwelcoming and crip air nipped at your nose, ears, and cheeks — the sound of screeching and echoing howls the monstrosities that lived within let out, made your knee’s feel as if they would give out any minute.

being on the outside had been scary enough — but going in, head first was unimaginably more horrific. no nightmare or intrusive thought could have prepared you for what you were about to enter.

what you were about to experience.

the grisha and first army soldiers alike that stood near the front of the skiff disappeared into the black smoke when the skiff had finally breached the darkness, and second by second, that darkness had grown closer to you.

with her hands on your shoulder blades, and your wrist held tightly by wilbur — you took a deep breath.

the light disappeared and the air grew thick — breathing needing more forces, and your head beginning to pound due to the pressure drop.

you were in the fold, and there was no turning back.

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crowds of soldiers and grisha gathered on the dock, watching as the skiff was engulfed by the black smoke — whispers of worry, reassurance, and mourning echoed about. they would wait for the news of the skiff not returning, or they would wait for a skiff full of allies and friends to return — goods in hand and smiles on their faces.

but he didn’t pay mind to any of them.

he stood tall against the harsh wind — the black cloak and kefta flowing with it, and hair blowing wildly. his eyes never leaving where the skiff had entered.

“general, the first army’s headman would like to speak with you before you leave for the little palace.”

“of course, tell him to meet me in my tent,” the grisha hummed in response and turned to relay the message to the leader of the first army. “oh and sapnap?”

“yes general?”

“tell george to keep his eye on the fold — I have a good feeling about this trip.”

if only he knew what would unfold inside of the darkness only miles ahead of him.

— authors note ; I didn’t want to put this at the start as to not spoil the meeting of a character, but I wanted to clarify that niki and wilbur are not love interests. strictly platonic. the dynamic will remain there however!

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[slvtbible]

girls need love

pairing: frat!harry x cheerleader!y/n

word count: 2500

summary: just a hot cocky frat boy harry who determines to show you a good time rather than your boyfriend

warning: alcohol and drug use, hints of smut, vulgar language

a/n: i've always been tempted to write frat!Harry for a while now but I don't want it to be a typical high school cliche kind of piece. I’m adding a few different spices to it. Enjoy!

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y/n carefully zips up the short pink skirt she’s wearing for tonight. Straightening the skirt with her hands as she admires through the mirror how good the material looks on her figure. Topping it off with a white fitted crop top and crystal heels. She doubts herself for putting on too much effort for the party but her friends convinced her otherwise.

“You look fucking hot, not gonna lie” her best friend, Luna chimes while applying a lip gloss on her lips. Scanning y/n’s body. “Boys are gonna be all over you tonight!” she squeals excitedly, squeezing the tube back in her make up bag.

That causes y/n to roll her eyes. Boys this and boys that. As if she’s not dressing up tonight for herself. “I know what’s on your mind Luna but that isn’t going to happen. I’m just gonna there, drinking a few glass of Grey Goose or Jagermeister, smoke a few cigs and cuddle up with Brandon… hopefully”

Luna raises her eyebrow and exchanges looks with her other friend, Maria. Who has a ‘there she goes again’ look while brushing her jet black hair to remove unwanted knots.

“He’s a piece of shit. Why are you sticking around with him anyway?” Luna points bluntly, crossing her arms as she stares y/n from behind, who’s busy searching through her favorite pair of earrings.

“Exactly. He gives me bad vibes, y/n. He has a shitty reputation plus that boy only wants you for sex. I’m sorry to say that but we’re your friends and we’re only looking out for you.” Maria adds, putting her brush down before standing up from her dresser. “Jordan told me he’s bad news too.”

y/n sighs, attaching the golden hoop earrings as she hears her friends giving a lecture. “Appreciate it guys. But I can handle myself. If anything goes down south, you guys will be the first ones to know.” she smiles at both of them, messing with her thick long hair that falls above her hips.

The two seem quite unsure about it but let it slide anyway. Luna throws thumbs up to her way while Maria nods with a smile.

“Okay then” Luna says, slipping on her heels and grabbing her bag and car keys. “Come on ladies. I’m looking forward to getting hammered tonight. So y/n is driving” she gives a playful smile before tossing the keys towards her direction,

y/n laughs and shakes her head, easily grasping the keys as the three girls walk out.

As y/n arrives, there are already a few people on the outside. Drinking and making out shameless without any care in the world. The music is pumping loud even before she enters, which y/n can guess the fraternity is putting on Big Sean’s ‘Bounce Back’.

“Another typical frat party to attend. Quite getting tired of this shit.” y/n mumbles as she steps in, the two girls paying no attention to her while scanning over the crowded room.

It’s way too packed. She’s squeezing her way through a sea of sweaty bodies alone while Maria and Luna are looking for their boyfriends. y/n releases a breath of relief when she manages to get out of that. Finding herself standing in the middle of the kitchen.

“Baby! You made it!” She hears a deep voice from behind, spinning on her heels and finds her boyfriend, Brandon. A blue snapback place on top of his blonde hair. Hand gripping a red solo cup and eyes are slightly jaded. She assumes he has been smoking a lot of pot before she came here. “I’ve missed you so much” he mumbles, stepping closer towards her figure and pushes her towards his chest.

She gives a small laugh and hugs him back before pulling away slightly from his grip. Examining his red eyes and large pupils. “How much did you smoke tonight?” she asks straight away,

His hand gripping onto her waist, staring back at her as he shrugs. “Three or five? I don’t know. Why does it matter?” he sips on his alcohol,

“Just want you to be safe. Everytime you get high as a kite, you do something stupid.” she points out the obvious, her hands moving towards his shoulders quickly as he is about to fall. “And i bet this is not the second or the third glass you’re having” she firmly states,

“You’re right. It ain't. But I'm doing perfectly fine. Stop worrying” he says, hand moving down her ass and giving it a squeeze. “How about you and I go upstairs right now? Hm? Wanna fuck you so bad.” he utters against her neck

y/n resists the urge to roll her eyes at him, knowing it’s gonna make it worse. As a response, she shakes her head, moving his hand back to her hip. “Not while you’re like this. Take a breather, seriously. Drink some water” she suggests softly.

Brandon scoffs, lifting his head up and pushes her hands off his shoulders harshly causing her to widen her eyes. Mouth slightly agape at his harsh attitude.

“I didn’t make this party with my boys only for you to always bitch me around about how much I smoked or drank. It’s fucking annoying. Every time you walk in here, you’re always up to ruin my night.” he finishes the drink with a big gulp before chucking the empty cup down the floor. “Here’s a tip for you sweetheart, try to have some fun alright? Don’t come back until you’re ready for me to blow your back out” he snaps, glaring at his girlfriend before turning away to blend with the crowd again.

As she watches him leave, she sighs tiredly. Honestly, that wasn’t the first time she had ever seen him like this. She puts up with his nasty attitude and defends him in front of her own friends countless times because she believes deep down, he genuinely cares about her. When he’s sober, of course.

Because despite everything, he’s 100% different when he’s sober,

Well… okay, not really. She doesn’t know which one is true anymore.

y/n brushes of his attitude quickly and heads towards the fridge. Grabbing herself a can of beer before getting herself completely drunk tonight.

“Perhaps i should listen to Luna more” she mumbles, tasting the cold liquid as she sips it. Leaning her front against the counter, her elbows resting on top of the tiles. Observing the party while bobbing her head slowly to the music.

“That was extremely painful to watch”

She turns her head to where the voice comes from. Seeing Harry Styles, another member of the fraternity leaning against the doorway. His arms crossed causing his muscles to bulge out a little, he’s dressed in his usual attire. A white v neck and blue flannel with the sleeves roll up to his elbows. Chocolate curls tucked into a green snapback that he props on backwards along with dark skinny jeans he put on.

He shoots her a flirty smirk, causing his dimples to pop out. Pushing himself off the wall before walking towards her figure.

“Harry.” she speaks out his name, faking a smile when she watches him getting closer. “Surprised not to see you exchanging saliva with a girl in the corner of the room… like usual” she says sarcastically, moving her gaze back forward and taking a couple sip of the beer.

Harry winces playfully, pressing his hand to his heart pretending to get hurt by it. “Ouch princess” he leans sideways against the counter, propping his elbow on top as he laces his fingers, staring down at her who’s too busy looking away. “Always come up with horrible assumptions every time you see me. Never did once hear you say something nice”

She rolls her eyes, now glancing up to him who’s smirk never leaves his face. His lower lip taking in between his teeth. “Everybody knows you’re a player, Harry. What’s the nicest shit you could possibly gain from that?” she questions, eyebrows furrowing as she tilts her head back.

“At least I never humiliate you in front of people. You know i’m right” he shrugs, referring to what Brandon did earlier as he clicks his tongue against his teeth.

“What do you want, Harry?” she sighs, clearly showing she’s not in the mood to play tonight. “Can’t you see i’m busy?”

He chuckles, scratching his nose with his thumb. “Busy as in, isolating yourself from the party with a beer on your hand?” his finger points at the can, making her drop the can quickly. “Thought so. I'm here to keep you company.”

She can’t help but exhale a laugh, shaking her head. “Don’t act like I'm a damsel in distress. I don’t need a company. I’m pretty much capable on my own.”

“Again, you’re breaking my heart. By rejecting me.” he jokes, eyebrows raising as she watches him in amusement. “A guy wanting to have a chat with a pretty girl at the party isn’t allowed? Are there any policies about that?”

Her heart flutters a bit when he calls her pretty. Yeah, okay she does think Harry is hot. Like, really really hot. Who doesn’t think so? With that charming smile and seemingly soft curls that makes her go crazy a little bit. The vice captain of the football team that has every girl on campus swooning over, making it easy for him to flirt with a girl way into her panties.

“I’m flattered, truly I am. But flirting won’t get you anywhere Mister.” she tsks, wiggling her finger at him. “Especially flirting with a girl who already has a boyfriend. Another bad image for you, Styles.” she mutters, watching him chuckle with his green eyes staring back at hers.

“I am very much aware that you’re taken. But come on, harmless flirting? You’re gonna snitch on me? To him?” he asks, moving closer to leave a small space between them,

y/n takes a sharp breath as she feels how close they are right now. Clearing her throat and regaining her posture. “I might” she plays along, biting down onto her lip,

She sees how his eyes flicker down to her mouth, puffing out a deep breath from. Finding it hard to remove his gaze from her soft plump lips.

“You’re making it harder for me now” he mumbles, grabbing a cup filled vodka before chugging it down his throat. “I’m blaming it on you.”

“Harder to what, exactly?” she curiously asks,

“To not want you.” He replies bluntly, his flirty tone changes into a deeper one. Eyes lusting over her face and down to her body.

She feels herself swallow a lump on her throat, crossing her arms as his back leans against the table now. Eyes never leaving hers.

“That’s not the right thing to say to your best friend’s girlfriend.” she slowly stands in front of him now, hands on her back. “What happens if he heard you? You don’t want that.”

“I’ll take my chances” He smirks, putting the empty cup down. Standing up straight as his palms firmly plants on the table. “Besides, Brandon is way too drunk to care right now, princess. He’s fucking shitfaced.”

She giggles, nodding to herself. “Don’t need to see it for myself, I know you’re telling the truth.”

“He treats you like shit. Do you know that? Or are you on that ‘blinded by love’ stage at the moment” he queries in a serious tone. Searching for an answer on her face.

With a sigh, she nods. “I’m aware. I just. . . don’t like being alone. Seems like every cheerleader must have a frat boyfriend, kind of like a thing somehow. I don’t wanna miss out” Honestly, she sounds quite stupid with the reason she’s giving him but it’s actually the half truth.

He looks at her quizzically, finding it hard to believe every word she said. “You’re making no sense. Brandon maybe my best mate but he’s still a fucking asshole” he responds, standing up straight, looking down at her. “I fucked girls, yeah. But not as many as you thought and certainly not as heartless as you thought, y/n. Believe me.”

She feels her knees weaken when his lips are inches away from hers. Pressing down her lips as her eyes look over his shoulder.

“I can treat you better.” her eyes bug out at his confession. “Been watching you over the past couple years and goddamn it y/n, you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen. Not to mention, sweet and smartt.” his fingers softly tucking a hair behind her ear. Grazing his knuckles gently against her bare arm,

“I can fuck you better too” his voice fills with lust, hand moving down to grab her hip gently. Thumbing the material of her skirt. “I know you’ve been thinking about me. Your sneaky glances aren’t exactly sneaky at all, baby” he whispers.

y/n already knows how wrong it is to be in this position. With his hand gripping her hip and her not halting his actions. Brandon might be the biggest ass she has ever encountered, but that doesn’t mean she’ll cheat on him. Despite how bad she wants it from Harry, she needs to stop. Yet she doesn’t. Why?

Because she actually wants this as bad.

“Is that a promise?” she flirts, flickering her stare back at him. Brown eyes glinting with desire and lust. Feeling his hand moves towards her cheek, cupping it gently as his thumb brushes against her light glossed lip. “Would be a shame if you’re nothing but an all talk, Harry”

The way she rolls his name off his tongue is causing his cock to twitch in excitement. Especially with that sexy stare she’s giving him, eyes wide and a naughty smile on her beautiful face saying how she’s ready to give it all to him.

‘Fuck you Brandon, your girl mine now.’ he thinks to himself cockily,

“Oh I promise you, darling.” he speaks slowly, pulling her close against his chest. “By the end of the night. The only name you’re going to remember is mine.”

He speaks so confidently and that causes her thighs to squeeze together as she feels her panties to slightly dampen. The sexual desire in her begins to grow even more, and she knows he feels the same way.

“I like the way you talk” she tells him, soft fingers running up and down his heavily tattooed arm.

He gives her a large wicked grin, leaning down a bit to brush his lips against her ear and whispers, “I want you to go upstairs and stay inside my room. You know which one. I expect your clothes are already on the floor once I get there. I’ll be up in fifteen.” he pecks her soft cheek, hearing her let out a soft whimper.

“I’m gonna wreck you tonight, darling.”

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this is short i apologize but tell me if you want part 2 to this! hope you all liked it!

[ladyanaconda]

Helluva Dad Vol. 1: Murder Family

"Dad, dad, dad! Wake up, dad!"

Striker grunted as he covered his head with his pillow, but it was no use as the intruder hopped on his bed. "Kiddo, unless there's a wild animal or a homeless drunk inside the house, go away and let me sleep."

"Daaad, you promised that you'd take me along to the living world this time!"

Striker took a peek at the clock on his bedside table. "Not at 5:36 AM, boy. Couldn't you wait until I'm actually awake?"

"What am I supposed to do 'till then?"

"I don't know, use your imagination."

"But dad-" Out of patience, Striker bared his teeth at his son, tail rattling. Jake raised his hands defensively. "Okay, okay, I'm leaving."

Once the door closed shut, Striker went back to sleep… For about thirty seconds, that is, until the door slammed open and Jake jumped into his bed again, screaming in fright and knocking the air out of his father.

"What the fuck, Jake?!" Striker all but shrieked.

"There's a spider in the living room!"

"... What?"

"Spider!"

"And why didn't you squash it?!"

"It's a big spider!"

Striker's eye twitched. With an irritated grunt, he got off the bed, rolled up a porno magazine on his bedside drawer, and stomped his way towards the living room, Jake trailing closely behind.

"I can't believe it, A son of mine is afraid of a tiny, insignificant…" Striker trailed off and stopped in the doorway. A hog-sized hellantula was tearing the couch apart with big, sharp mandibles. "Boy, go get the rifle."

Once the issue with the spider was taken care of, Striker found himself unable to go back to sleep after the fiasco, so he went to the kitchen and poured himself a big cup of black coffee before making breakfast. Thankfully, Blitzo wasn't inside his fridge this time around, though he made a mental note to go get some more groceries.

As he served the fried eggs and wild hog bacon, Jake walked into the kitchen. He was covered in sweat like he had spent an hour lifting five-ton weights. "Dad, wouldn't it have been easier if we cut up the spider's carcass and take it out piece by piece?" he whined.

"And make a bigger mess I'll have to clean up? No, thank you." Striker placed one of the plates in front of his son. Jake frowned.

"Puaj. Tomato."

"Stop complaining and eat, boy. It's good for you."

They are in silence for the first few minutes. Striker would subtly glance in Jake's direction every now and then, smirking internally at the boy's expressions while he begrudgingly ate his vegetables.

"So, ready for today?" he asked casually.

Jake's expression brightened. "How's the living world like? Is it cool? Does it look anything like hell?"

"You could say so. The only difference is that there are humans living there instead of demons."

"Humans? What are those?"

"Well, you've seen the clients at I.M.P, right? They used to be humans during their lifetime. When they died, they came to Hell and became Sinner demons because they did bad things in life. However, some of them have..." Striker toyed with his bacon as he thought of a proper word. "...pending business with someone in the living world. Our job is to finish that business in the client's stead.

"So… The people who go to I.M.P. are dead humans who want to fuck up someone who fucked them up in the living world?"

Striker snapped his fingers. "Bingo. You're getting the hang of it, kid."

"Hey, dad, think I could use the-?"

"No."

"Hey, you didn't let me finish!"

"Sorry, kiddo. I thought you were going to ask if you could use the blessing-tipped rifle." Striker replied, his eyes reflecting off the knife he was using to butter his toast.

Jake laughed nervously. "Speaking of which-"

"No."

"Come on, dad! When will you let me use those?"

"When you're ready, not a second sooner."

"And when will I be ready?"

Striker dropped his fork to place a hand on Jake's shoulder. "We'll both know. Until then, finish your breakfast."

*HB*

"Moxxie, stop shaking. You're gonna shoot our only hellhound!"

"Wow, I feel so loved here."

Striker watched, uninterested, as Moxxie pointed the crossbow with shaking arms at a photo depicting a human family. "If this were real, he'd already been dead."

"You're not helping, Striker," Millie growled before focusing back on Moxxie. "Just take a deep breath, and let it out."

"But it's a family. Under what circumstances would we ever need to kill a human family?"

"Who knows? Maybe if that's what the client wants." Striker said matter-of-factly as he polished his pistol.

Moxxie wasn't convinced. "Maybe like a shitty dad, or a mob family. That's understandable. But to eradicate an entire innocent-seemingly in this instance-upper middle-class family bloodline?"

Loona frowned. "Hey!" You don't know they're innocent! This kid probably sets dogs on fire, maybe this girl gets off bullying Australian kids online, and this guy…"

"That guy definitely watches," Jake added grimly.

"Couldn't have said it better, little guy." Loona shared a fist bump with the impling.

"Exactly! Humans are full of secret nasties. It's why so many of them end up here."

"But-"

Striker had enough. "Allow me, Mildred." he stomped his way to Moxxie and picked him up by the throat. "Look, wimp, guilty and innocent aren't our business. We're assassins, not charity workers. Killing a target," he swiftly aimed his pistol at the photo and fired a clean shot at the woman's face, leaving a hole in its wake. His point made clear, Striker locked gazes with Moxxie, hissing. "Now pick a bloody target before I throw you out the window."

Moxxie fell to the ground with a loud thud. Millie handed him the crossbow again; he aimed the tip of the arrow at the father's face, trying to imagine it was Striker.

"I just think it's a bit excessive and we could be a bit more selective, is all."

Blitzo slammed the door open at that precise moment, startling Moxxie into firing the arrow. It bounced all around the room, hitting the computer, making a second hole on the photograph, and striking the bottom of the eel tank. Moxie jumped into Millie's arms while Striker quickly picked Jake up from the eel tank when he noticed it wobbling.

"Daad, I nearly had it!"

Blitzo caught the arrow just before it struck the client's skull. "...our newest client!"

The eel tank fell and shattered, spilling its contents all over the floor. The eels burst into electricity, setting the entirety of the room on fire.

Striker frowned at Jake, who was stunned into silence. "To think that could have been you."

"Damn it, Moxxie! I just bought those eels!"

They were forced to evacuate the building as the firefighters arrived and did their job. Striker was sure that this little incident didn't leave a good impression on the client, but surprisingly she didn't cancel. Guess she really wanted that person 86'd.

"Way to go, jughead," Jake told Moxxie sarcastically as they watched the firefighters carry the eels into their truck.

"Shut up, you little brat," Moxxie murmured.

Millie frowned at him. "Mox, don't talk to Jake like that!"

"He started it!" Striker rolled his eyes. Moxxie is 'supposed to be the adult who shouldn't stomp down to a child's level.

Wait a minute. "Did anyone save the fancy book?"

"You mean our only ticket to the other side?" Luna slipped out the blue, fancy-looking tome from her clothing without bothering to look up from her hellphone. "Yeah, got it."

"And that's why you're my favorite, Loonie!"

"I thought my dad was your favorite." Jake pointed out.

"Who says I can't have two favorite people? Your dad's my favorite employee and Loonie here's my favorite adopted daughter. You get a tweat now!"

Millie drew the chalk pentagram on the nearby wall. The lines glowed an eerie red color as the circle expanded and the area inside transformed into a forest. The portal was open.

"Cool! Can I draw it the next time?"

"Maybe. Let's get this over with."

Striker would never admit it out loud, but he found these trips to the living world… relaxing. The air smelled cleaner, like trees and nature instead of sulfur, ash, and lava-like Wrath. Its landscapes were more varied, prettier, and calm, at least compared to Hell's ecosystems. This place was particularly breathtaking; a wide lake surrounded by forest and mountains with the sun setting, giving the sky reddish colors that reminded Striker of Bombproof's mane.

Jake seemed to be having similar thoughts. The impling was looking all over the place, eyes wide. "Whoah…"

"Hey, hey, hold your horses!" Striker picked his son up by the shirt before he could dart into the woods. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I wanna look around, dad! This place is so neat!"

"It's your first time on the surface, right? Don't worry, Jakey!" Blitzo pulled Jake into a hug. "Just stick close to uncle Blitz and everything will be fine!"

"Sides, you and I got a very important job! We're going to keep an eye on... Well, the house, just in case something goes wrong!"

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Come on, Millie, I might be a kid but I'm not stupid."

"Oh, I know you aren't, Jakey." Millie chirped, ruffling the boy's hair.

Blitzo, Striker, and Moxxie silently moved closer to the house and leaned against the wall. The former two peeked through the window. It seemed like a normal-looking household with a mom, dad, and two kids. The target was coming out of the kitchen, platter in both hands.

"That's gotta be her." Blitzo chuckled darkly. "Ready to do your cowboy thing, Striker?"

As he was about to point his rifle, Striker glanced sideways to Moxxie. The cowboy sneered. "Actually, Blitz, this one's far too easy. We should let Moxxie have her."

Moxxie blinked. "Me?" he asked hopefully.

"Well, I don't see another Moxxie around here, do you?"

"He's right, Mox. This one's simple enough for you to handle."

Moxxie's face fell after peering into the house. "It's just a happy mother who just got out of the hospital."

"You snooze, you lose, Mox."

Striker readied his rifle, taking a few steps back to aim. He set his eyes on the blonde human female, licking his lips in anticipation. "I've got you, bitch."

"Wait, are we actually killing a family?" Moxxie asked.

"No, don't be a puss. We're just killing a mother." Striker positioned the rifle as it clicked.

"Yeah, we're ruining a family," Blitzo added cheerily.

"B-But… hold on, hold on. Let's just think about it."

He was pulling the trigger when the rifle was suddenly pushed upwards. The movement made the bullet miss its target by a few inches, hitting a mirror instead.

"Why, you-!" Striker grabbed Moxxie's throat, hissing and rattling his tail.

"What the fuck was that, Moxxie?!" Blitzo snapped. Moxxie seemed to go into a panic attack of sorts, prompting Striker to release him.

"I'm sorry!" he cried, tears in his eyes. "They just seemed so wholesome and happy, I panicked!"

Striker rubbed his temple, murmuring under his breath while Blitzo facepalmed. "Get the fuck over it, you baby dick-!"

PAM!

Striker roared in pain as a bullet blasted through the wall, hitting him in the arm. He gripped the wound as blood scurried out of the wound. Fuck, and on his aiming arm!

"New hole! Scatter!"

"Dad!"

Jake's voice brought Striker out of his daze. The last thing he saw before something struck his head was Millie picking his son up and fleeing the scene. Everything went black afterward.

…

As consciousness returned, Striker felt as if he had been trampled over by a stampede. His head hurt like hell and his wounded arm was no better. He tried to move but found himself unable to. Something was binding his hands behind his torso.

"Striker! Wake up, partner!"

"Wha…? Moxxie?" As his eyes got adjusted to the darkness, Striker realized he was tied up in a bizarre chair, hands tightly bound behind his back. Moxxie was in a similar dilemma on the chair to his right. "What the fuck?!"

"Thank satan you're awake! We're in deep shit!"

"You think?" Striker hissed. "Moxxie, I swear, if those bloody humans don't kill you, I will!"

"Hey, you can't blame me for us getting caught!"

"Oh, really? None of this would be happening if I had hit the target and been done with it! God damn it, Moxxie, I had a clean shot and you made me miss!"

"H-How can you kill a mother and leave orphaned children when you have a kid yourself?!"

"Because that's what we were paid for, for Satan's sake!"

They could have continued to argue if it weren't for the two presences in the room. As they looked around, they saw the two kids from before. He might have confused the little shits with implings if they had horns and red skin; their glowing red eyes and devious sharp grins would make the sadistic smirks of the Princes of Hell look like nervous smiles.

Moxxie chuckled nervously. "Well hello there, little ones. Aren't you cute?"

The children spoke simultaneously in a low, almost inhuman voice. "It's nice to have new critters to play with."

If he didn't know any better, Striker might have thought they were in the Cannibal Colony back in Hell. The entire room was adorned with human heads, limbs, and even organs. The 'food' on the table consisted of a roasted fully-grown man with livers and kidneys as side dishes.

"Moxxie, when we're out of this ordeal, I'm going to fucking pummel you." Striker hissed.

They struggled against the ropes, but the kids had made a surprisingly good job with those knots. They were good enough to impress even Striker himself, and he was an ace when it came to tying up knots. Sadly, there was little he could do with an injured arm and Moxxie's wimpy little arms were hopeless. Striker growled. If only he could reach his knife…

A light outside the window caught his eye. Then a second appeared, then a third, fourth, as if someone was lighting up torches. Striker paled.

"Jake!"

"Millie!"

Both imps shared a concerned glance. The girl pulled out a serrated knife on Moxxie; to Striker's surprise, the wimp pushed the chair backward and fell on top of her. He took advantage of the distraction, using his tail to pull his knife out of his boot and expertly slice through the ropes. Once free, Striker sent the boy flying against the wall with a kick. Moxxie, too, had managed to free himself with the girl's own knife.

Striker tipped his hat with his good arm. "Not bad, wimp."

"Can you move?"

"I'm not limp, it's just a scratch." Striker wrapped his red bandanna around the wound and pulled out his pistol. "Now let's blow a hole through that bitch's skull."

*HB*

Jake had never been so frightened in his entire life. Well, maybe that time when he nearly got eaten by a serpent, but it was different. At least his father had been there to save him. But this time it was him who got hurt and there was nothing Jake could do to help. He tried to save Millie when she got K.O.'d, but he stood no chance against a fully-grown human and was knocked out as well. When he regained consciousness, he found himself tied to a stake in-between Millie and Blitzo.

"Striker had that fucking shot. Goddammit, Moxxie."

The crazy woman was cackling evilly as she held up a torch. "Satan! We return your filthy creatures back to the pits of Hell! May the root of evil remain honored as we continue thy work!"

The torch landed a few feet away from the logs, setting them aflame. The fire rose up around them as Martha laughed maniacally… until she realized they weren't screeching in agony. Blitzo snorted.

"Yeah, that's not exactly how it works, lady. Sorry, your fire doesn't actually hurt us, but I mean I could fake it if that'll get your dick hard."

Jake blinked. "She's a dude?"

"Grown-up stuff, kiddo. You should ask your daddy about it."

"Well, I'll just shoot you in your smart ass mouth!" Jake gulped as Martha pulled out a rifle on them.

"That would be more effective."

"Blitzo!"

Jake closed his eyes shut, whimpering as he heard the familiar click on the rifle. There were two gunshots, but he heard no screams from Blitzo, Millie, or his own throat, and no searing pain. Jake opened an eye warily. There were two smoking holes in the sockets where Martha's eyes once were. Her body collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

A few steps back were none other than Moxxie and dad, both holding their pistols.

"Moxxie! Striker!"

"Dad!"

"You're not getting your god damn paycheck for this one, Moxxie!"

As Moxxie untied the ropes, Jake jumped right into his father's embrace, wrapping his arms around his neck. Meanwhile, Moxxie and Millie hugged and nuzzled each other affectionately.

"I'm sorry, sir. I compromised our objective and put us in harm's way. It won't happen again. I promise."

"Apology accepted." Blitzo pulled Moxxie into a hug, but Striker noticed he was whispering something threatening (apparently), judging by Moxxie's expression.

He waited until Blitzo let go to punch Moxxie with such force that he fell to the ground.

"What the fuck, Striker?!"

"I keep my promises, Mox."

*HB*

Striker wasn't very fond of parties. Frankly, he just wanted to go home, fall to his bed, and sleep, but Jake begged him to stay a little longer to eat cake. After what the boy just went through, he didn't have the heart to say no, so he conceded. Besides, the look on Moxxie's face was fun to look at. He had no idea what put the wimp in such a mood, but he had the feeling it had to do with what remained of the target's bloodline.

"You sure you can ride back home with that arm? I wouldn't like to lose my best shooting asset!" Blitzo protested as he climbed onto Bombproof's saddle, Jake seated in front of him.

"Big deal, it's just a scratch. Nothin' to worry about, Blitz." Striker grabbed the reins with his good arm, the injured one resting on a sling.

Bombproof moved at a slow pace, so it'd take them longer than usual to get home. Millie had once suggested that he and Jake move to Imp City; there was a vacant apartment in the building she and Moxxie lived in and she'd be thrilled at the idea of being neighbors (Moxxie, of course, didn't share the sentiment). Striker regretfully declined the offer (to Moxxie's relief). He was a country person at heart and would rather stay in Wrath. Besides, he wanted his son to experience the ups and downs of rural life.

A loud yawn made him look down. "Tired?"

"No, just resting my eyes," Jake said simply, but the exhaustion in his voice said otherwise. Striker chuckled.

"How about you 'rest yer eyes' for a while, then? I'll wake you up when we get home."

"Really, dad, I'm not tired…" Jake trailed off as he leaned back against his father, resting his chest against his chest.

Striker smiled a bit as he ruffled the boy's hair. "Surely not, kiddo. Surely not."

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Chapter 6: The Poison Master

Here it is, Chapter 6!

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“I’m going after Jakotsu.”

It was said with such confidence—the confidence of a man who had not just been struggling to keep himself from getting sliced to pieces by an undead murderer that kept trying to flirt with him—that Luna just had to wonder if it was really Inuyasha saying it. (It was, of course. She was just being sarcastic.)

“That’s funny, I thought I just heard you say you were going after that psychopath.” Luna said to the half-demon. She idly pulled her hair down from her ponytail and began to weave it into a loose braid.

“I am!” Inuyasha said, indignant. “He couldn’t have gotten far.”

“Yes, but Inuyasha,” Miroku interjected, “aren’t you worried about that poisonous gas?”

“Whaddya mean?”

Thoughtful, Miroku glanced off in the direction where they’d encountered the first of the Band of Seven. The cloud had almost entirely dispersed, but if you looked hard enough, you could still see wisps of the toxic smoke drifting into the sky. “Well, Jakotsu seemed to know something about it.”

“You’re right…” Inuyasha said, “You think it’s another member of the Band of Seven?”

“Could be…” Sango mused, “but didn’t Jakotsu seem to be in danger himself? Why would a member of his own team endanger him?”

“Infighting?” Luna guessed, running her fingers through the tangles in her hair. “They’re ruthless mercenaries, I wouldn’t expect them to be one big bloodthirsty family… Unless…” She tilted her head, trailing off in thought.

“Unless what…?” Kagome asked, looking at her sister in concern.

Luna paused another second, still deep in thought as she began to weave her hair into a loose braid. “I mean… If Jakotsu knows the guy? He probably knew that there was still time to avoid the poison. He did tell Inuyasha to get out of the way, remember.” Only Inuyasha, but still.

Inuyasha turned away from the rest of them, uncrossing his arms. “Whatever the case, I’m not letting him get away. You all stay here, and stay safe.”

“Don’t do anything stupid!” Luna called after him as he ran off.

“You’re one to talk.” Ai snorted, earning her a gentle kick from the Hunter sitting next to her.

Kagome stood from where she’d been rifling through her bag, holding a nearly-empty plastic bottle. “Ah, we’re almost out of water… I think I saw a well on our way over here, I’m gonna go fill this up.”

Luna arched an eyebrow at her sister. “Is going off on your own a good idea when there’s a bunch of killer zombies in the area?”

Kagome sighed, smiling back at her. “I’ll be fine, it’s not far. Shippo, why don’t you come with me?” Shippo grinned and jumped into Kagome’s bike basket as she got it on the road. “You should show Sango your crossbow, Luna.”

“Crossbow?” Sango asked.

“Ah, yes, I’m actually interested in seeing how it works up close,” Miroku said, “I saw you use it on Jakotsu, it was impressive.”

Luna smiled and shook her head. “Alright, be safe, Kagome.” She hoisted up the crossbow to show her friends how the arms unfolded, getting a little chuckle out of it when the two of them jumped.

“It does that all on its own?” Sango asked as Luna handed it over to her. She was unsure where to hold it for a second, but Luna showed her how.

“Yep, they’re spring-loaded, so they just pop out,” Luna explained.

Luna went on to answer all sorts of questions about it, and while Sango and Miroku (and even Kilala) seemed interested in the strange contraption, Ai had heard it all before, when Luna had first returned to this world with it. She stretched herself out, her tail fluffing itself out as she curled up against a warm rock. Mmm… warm… Her eyelids began to droop as she got comfortable there; it had been such an exhausting day already…

But as she was about to drift off, she took a deep breath, and a rancid smell hit her nose. She jolted upright with a disgusted hiss, trying to find where the smell was coming from.

“Ai?” Luna asked, “What’s up?”

Kilala seemed to pick up on the scent too—something foul was drifting in the air. The elder cat demon transformed into her full form, and Ai stood, hair bristling.

“Something doesn’t smell right.”

Luna picked up on the tension right away, and her thoughts immediately went to her sister. “God damnit, Kagome...” She hissed, going to her backpack and rifling through it.

“Kagome’s in trouble?” Miroku stood, worried.

“The smell’s coming from the same direction she went,” Ai said.

“And the smell could be that person with the poison,” Sango had already grabbed Hiraikotsu and was putting on her Slayer’s mask. “We don’t wanna take any chances—it’s too bad I only have one of these…”

“No worries, I’ve got these. Here, Miroku.” Luna pulled a medical mask out of her kit to hand it to her friend. “It won’t do much, but it’ll at least keep you from inhaling anything.”

“Thank you, Luna—what about you?”

Luna held up something from her bag: her own mask. It was a military-grade gas mask with a clear face shield, modified to fit a Hunter’s needs. “This one’s mine. It’s made specifically for Hunters like me,” She said as she slipped it over her head. She was well aware that to the locals she might look like a demon, but fuck if she cared; her sister was in danger. The first thing in hand was her crossbow, and she grabbed her ammo bag as she was taking off running.

As it turned out, they were right to call the masks, but Luna certainly didn’t expect to find an entire village choked with poison like a deadly mist. It was barely past lunchtime, and they’d already seen so much death—it was disheartening to see bodies strewn everywhere. But through the mist, they could see Shippo rolling on the ground and coughing, Kagome crouched on her hands and knees, and some weird little figure looming over her. (Well, maybe looming was a strong word. The guy was like three feet tall.)

Sango didn’t hesitate to swing Hiraikotsu; the first swing shattered the poison bottle in the creep’s hand.

“Stay back!” Shouted the little toad of a man.

“Like hell I will,” Luna snarled, aiming her crossbow at the poison master. “Step away from my sister. Now.”

Shippo was finally able to scramble to his feet, and, unsure of what else to do, proclaimed: “I’ll go get Inuyasha!” and took off running.

“Ai, go with him!” Luna said to her friend. The Bakeneko hesitated a moment, worried, but then shifted into her full form and took off after the young fox demon.

“He had to be the one behind the smoke,” Miroku said, of the poison master, “Which means he must be another member of the Band of Seven!”

The laugh that exited the little man made Luna want to vomit. “Yes! I am Mukotsu, Poison Master!”

“Then tell me, Mukotsu, someone must have resurrected you all,” Miroku continued. “Is Naraku behind all this?”

“Hehehehehe, couldn’t tell you! You’ll have to ask the Captain…” He trailed off, reaching back into the little box he was carrying on his back and quickly retrieving another bottle of poison. “Should you survive, that is!”

Luna wasn’t about to give him another second to unplug the bottle. She tried to step toward her sister again, but she only got to fire once before her vision was blocked by powerful black smoke that ejected towards them. Kilala—completely unaffected by the poison, it seemed—jumped in front of Luna to block the bulk of it.

“NO!” Luna shouted, trying to see around the giant Nekomata, “Kagome!”

Luna felt the crushing weight of helplessness almost immediately. That was her sister, helpless and about to pass out, and she couldn’t help. She couldn’t see, couldn’t move, couldn’t do… anything.

It was less than a minute until the smoke cleared, but it felt like an eternity. When she could see again, it only confirmed what she already knew: her sister had been taken. She knew her mask would’ve filtered out whatever the poison was made of, but her legs were still shaking. Not with pain, not with shock… but with pure, unbridled anger. Her lungs could only draw in sharp, furious breaths.

Lock it up, she told herself. She focused the energy buzzing around in her head on keeping herself contained—as best she could. Her face was solid as stone, and she snapped into work mode. She needed to make sure Sango and Miroku were okay—she could just see them again through the dissipating smoke. She looked them both over quickly, trying to make sure they hadn’t been affected.

“We’re alright, are you okay?” Sango asked her, “Where’s Kagome?”

“Gone.” Luna said flatly. “Let’s move. That little freak couldn’t have taken her far.”

“We should go back to where we were first,” Miroku suggested. “I have a feeling we are going to need the rest of both of your supplies.”

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When Kagome regained consciousness, she was in a completely different place. Her vision was still blurry—all she could make out was a wooden floor beneath her, and a hearth a few feet away. She tried to reach up to rub her eyes, but her arm wouldn’t move. She blinked, but her eyelids were so heavy. That was the only movement she could manage, and it was like trying to lift blocks of concrete.

My body… I can’t move…! She could feel her heart pounding in terror. She was trapped, in the worst way possible.

That guy—the “Poison Master” guy—he was a member of the Band of Seven. He’d done something… She could hear him, a few feet away from her, cackling in a way that made her stomach turn.

“We’re surrounded by a barrier of poisonous gas,” He uttered as he moved closer to her, “no one can disturb us!”

If she could move her face, she would have winced in disgust. This guy was creepy to the extreme—she knew in the back of her mind that if Luna were here, she would’ve kicked the absolute crap out of him. Kagome wanted to, too, but…

The Poison Master—Mukotsu, that’s what his name was, wasn’t it?—he kept chuckling as he grabbed Kagome’s chin. “Such a rare beauty—I’m so fortunate getting married to such a pretty girl~”

MARRIED? Kagome felt sick.

“You see, believe it or not,” Mukotsu reached up to remove the cloth mask covering most of his face, “there are some that find me unattractive.”

And no wonder, she thought as she was able to take in his full visage. He looks like a toad!

Kagome had no option but to physically abide by the “bridal preparations”; she felt like a ragdoll. It was humiliating. Surely her friends were coming—lord knows Luna would tear the countryside apart just by herself to find her, and if Shippo went to get Inuyasha? Kagome knew she was going to be okay, eventually, but she wasn’t about to just sit here and let this creep treat her like an object.

I have to find a way out of here, she thought, resolute. But how…?

She couldn’t move her head more than a little, but as Mukotsu was trying to dance her around for a “Marriage Ceremony” (gross), she caught sight of something glinting in his neck.

That has to be a Jewel Shard! If I can just get it somehow… Now she had to figure out how she was going to do that. Thankfully, the Universe provides. Mukotsu returned her to the floor after their “marriage dance”, this time directly facing the hearth, and she saw her opportunity: sticking upright out of the ashes was the fire poker. Now if I can just grab it...

Then, like a miracle, help finally arrived. “Arrived”, meaning “crashed through the roof”, but her friends and her sister arrived all the same.

“Kagome!” She heard Sango’s voice first, right next to her. Her friend helped her roll over, and from there Kagome could see her sister and Miroku: Luna had her crossbow ready to fire, pointed at Mukotsu—and she had on this odd-looking mask. Something from her arsenal, no doubt.

“Kagome, are you alright?!” That was Miroku.

There was a click as Luna drew back the crossbow’s string, ready to fire. “Get the fuck away from my sister.” Her voice was gravely steady—she almost didn’t sound like herself.

“How dare you interrupt our wedding ceremony!” Mukotsu grabbed one of his poison jars.

“Oh, so you wanna die, then!” Luna snarled.

Sango stood, quickly drawing her katana and brandishing Hiraikotsu like a shield. “Luna, leave him to me! Get Kagome away!”

No time to argue. Luna growled and stooped to grab her sister, just as Mukotsu unleashed the contents of the jar. Kagome watched Sango and Miroku stagger back, before Luna rolled her out of the way.

As the poison billowed around the room, Kagome felt her fingers regain some motor control. As her sister pulled up the hood of her flannel shirt to try to shield them from the cloud, Kagome managed to tug on it.

“The Shard…” Kagome managed to utter. “In… his neck…”

She saw the realization in Luna’s face, and the older girl nodded. “Got it, aim for the throat. Try to hold your breath, sis, I’ll have everyone out of here in a sec.”

“Those masks of yours won’t help!” Gloated the Poison Master, “This poison enters through the eyes and skin!”

“God damnit!” Kagome could only watch as her sister swore and staggered. Sango and Miroku had already fallen to the floor, and Luna was clearly not going to last much longer, either.

I have to help! Steeling her resolve, Kagome forced her hands to move. Come on, body… move! She pushed herself up just enough to grab the poker from the fireplace.

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Luna refused to crumble. She stood between her sister and Mukotsu, stumbling and shaking but still able to raise her crossbow. But with her arms getting weaker by the second, aiming steadily was getting pretty damn hard. Still, if she could just hit the bastard…

She was only able to let off one bolt, and the force of it sent her staggering backwards, until she stumbled into the wall and hit the floor. She felt sick; she doubled over onto her hands and knees, her vision drifting between blurry and straight up red. She was not going to be defeated by this lowlife.

You keep fighting, kid. No matter what happens, you keep fighting.

The voice echoed in the back of her mind, a voice she knew all too well. Her arms couldn’t hold her up anymore, but as she watched Mukotsu get closer to her sister again, she pushed herself away from the wall. Tears in her eyes, she struggled a few feet across the floor on her stomach to grab her crossbow again. She saw her sister, finally getting her strength back, stab the motherfucker in the throat. She wanted to cheer for her, but that would have to wait.

Mukotsu smacked Kagome back to the floor, which only fueled Luna’s rage. Her crossbow was ready to fire—but damn, she couldn’t see through the cloud of poison! It was starting to fog up the face shield on her mask, making it even harder to aim. But with the fucking creep trying to choke her baby sister out, she had to fight.

Dammit!

Luna took a deep breath, ripped the mask off, and got in position to aim—which was a tall order. Everything was fuzzy and she was mere seconds from passing out. She saw the light of the jewel shard (was that what that weird glow was?) and aimed for it. She only had one shot, it had to be enough. She hoped it would be enough. She let the bolt loose… and heard Mukotsu cry out.

She could barely see, barely breathe, barely move—but… wait… that glow wasn’t the Jewel Shard after all, was it? This glow was a sickly sort of green. And there was a lot of white behind it. Was she… was she seeing things? Was that….

“Kags…” Her voice was weak as she tried to crawl toward her.

“Luna…!” Kagome was still just as weak, but managed to shift toward her sister.

“Tell me, is Inuyasha here?”

Kagome turned back toward the powerful demon who stood over them, completely unaffected by the cloud of poison. Luna followed her gaze, and for a second she thought she was hallucinating; she could’ve sworn, even in her delirium, that she saw the bolt she fired buried deep in Sesshomaru’s shoulder. The end of it was letting off little sparks of purple light that quickly faded—but Luna’s vision was finally going out. She could hear her sister calling her name one more time before she fully passed out and crumpled to the wood floor.

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In Eterno: La Luna 🌙 (quattro)

I’m surprised at how quickly I wrote this once I actually managed to put myself into the right mindset. I hope it’s worth the wait, I hope it does those idiots justice. I was going to continue at the end, but then I had a thought of doing a series of little bits throughout their honeymoon in drabble form, so let me know if anyone is interested in that. Thank you so much to Elana who has just made this story so special, it wouldn’t be the same without her. Obviously, smut ahead. 

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Despite the chill of the midnight wind, the cold air that swept bitterly across the small runaway that led to Alexander's matte black private plane, Jade could feel the heat of his palm through the lace of her playsuit, his arm locked tightly around her body underneath her coat, keeping her close to his side with a firm grip on her waist.

On the outskirts of the city, the darkness of the sky was visibly dotted with millions of stars, the moon above them forming a perfect crescent. The closeness, the way her hair danced around her face had Alexander intoxicated with her scent, the warmth of her skin that he would now finally be able to touch, explore as much as he wanted after having had to control himself all day.

The moment they reached the bottom of the steps, Cook, who had been waiting by the jet, had the door slide open upwards with the flick of a switch, offering his hand to Jade as Alexander waited, then followed with Helders and two more members of security behind him, his eyes narrowed to the way Jade's hips swayed, his hand instantly assuming its place on her waist again to lead her down the small aisle of seats, the wonder in her eyes instilling a sense of pride and satisfaction within him that he'd almost forgotten he craved.

Jade looked around, soothed instantly by the touch of his hand, gravitating closer to him almost like a magnet. “Alexander,” she said quietly as her gaze wandered across the shiny gold floor, the gold details on the black seats, simple seams as well as embroidered initials on the seats at the far end with their names. “This looks different.”

He chuckled darkly, knowingly, squeezing her hip. “'ad it refurnished recentleh. Joost for this occasion.”

She tilted her head to look back at him, reaching out almost automatically to brush her fingers through his hair, humming with satisfaction when he leaned into her touch, a small sound of content escaping him. “You are full of surprises.”

Alexander licked his lips, a quick wink and he led her forward, gesturing for her to sit down in the seat meant specifically for her and she allowed Helders to take the white fur coat she'd thrown on for the short journey to the jet, Alexander sinking into his seat next to her once she'd settled comfortably, one leg placed over the other, his hand found her knee with the absence of an arm rest between them in the double seat.

She shivered, the warmth surrounding them slowly catching up, yet the heat of his hand overwhelmed her, despite their dances, their touches, she'd been starved of his touch throughout the day, the drive mere moments before having been too short to make up for it too, half of it he had been on the phone to sort out the remaining matters that needed to be dealt with before he could leave, the other half he'd showered her with all sorts of sinful promises, his hands everywhere, his lips warm and soft and threatening to completely devour her as they'd moved with hers.

“Yeh like it?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. “'s all for yeh.”

Jade placed her hand on his, squeezing it lightly. “It's perfect,” she hummed reassuringly, taking a deep breath before focusing her attention solely on him. “Are you going to tell me where we're going now, Alexander?”

The smugness of his smile that her question brought instantly to his lips was undeniable, and he had been aching to tell her, had almost done so prematurely on more than one occasion out of desperation to see her face, the excitement, the shine in her eyes, the realisation. “Well, darlin',” he said, lifting his gaze to meet hers. “Where did I say I'd take yeh? Yeh said yeh alwehs wanted teh go.”

The velvet chocolate brown, the intensity of his eyes threatened to bring her to her knees and it took an increased sense of strength and composure for her to maintain his gaze. She swallowed, her heart skipping a beat. “Athens?” she asked, sheer anticipation fuelling the quick guess and the way his smile grew wider only intensified her excitement.

“Athens,” he confirmed with a nod, squeezing her knee as the plane slowly started rumbling, moving, then rolling down the runway. The sparkle in her eyes, the way the corners of her mouth twitched was everything he'd hoped for and more, a content smile on his own face. “Are yeh excited?”

She almost shook her head at the nerve of him, knew she shouldn't have been surprised, but he never failed to surprise her with the unpredictability of his every effort to make sure she had whatever she could possibly wish for, sometimes before she even knew herself what she craved. “I cannot believe...” she whispered, biting down on her lip. “Are we going to-...”

“'ave the perfect view of the Acropolis?” he drawled, nodding knowingly. “Onleh the best for yeh, principessa.”

She could hardly contain her excitement, almost squealing, but composing herself, tempted to show her appreciation for him shamelessly as he continued speaking.

“Weh're gunna eat at the most prestigious establishments, views of the port 'n the one on the roof top yeh was tellin' meh about,” he added. “There's an exclusive bar I kno' yeh'll adore, luv, weh're gunna go teh the Palace Theater. 'n then I'm gunna take yeh teh Kafisia 'n Linea Piu 'n Enny de Monaco...” He paused, the expression on her face, the way she hung onto his every word and remained surprisingly silent confirming in every way that he'd made the right choice.

Jade tried to find the right words, but there was no tease appropriate, no comeback, merely the realisation that he'd thought of everything, remembered everything and she was practically drooling over the promises he made, the depth of his voice, the heat of his touch as he shifted closer to her, beyond captivated and hardly noticing as the plane took off.

He pushed his tongue into his cheek, scratching at his chin. “Does tha' sound like summat yeh'd beh interested in, darlin'?”

She shifted in her seat to face him, pulling her legs up and kneeling next to him in the seat, admiring low light above them accentuating the sharpness of his handsome features, her fingertips trailing over his collarbones, toying with his necklace. “I already love being your wife, Alexander,” she whispered.

His eyelids fluttered momentarily as she shifted obliviously towards her touch. “Well,” he rasped, his voice slightly more uneven than he'd intended, his bottom lip pushed out in a pout. “I am thoroughleh enjoyin' bein' yehr 'usband, doll.”

She dragged her hand up slowly to cup the side of his neck, then leaned forward to press her lips to his jaw, just below his ear, shuffling closer to him as her kisses trailed slowly down his jaw, her eagerness to worship him after all day having enforced the need to wait for this moment too prominent to be ignored.

“Mmm, darlin',” he hummed, his grip on her thigh tightening, his other hand coming up to cup the side of her face, his thumb brushing across her cheek. After being starved of more than just the promise of her all day, he knew he wouldn't be able to resist once he gave in to her fully, would allow her to draw him under her spell with absolutely nothing hold them back. He licked his lips, clearing his throat as he slowly angled back her head so he could look at her, her cheek warm, soft in his palm, her skin practically glowing. “Jade...”

She pushed her bottom lip forward in a sultry pout, her eyes wide, expectant to find out why he'd stopped her. “Yes?” she asked, knew better than to push it, knew from experience that it was always worth it not to.

He hummed, a knowing smile playing around his lips as he could tell she suspected what was coming and wouldn't miss it for the world. “Y'kno' I like teh spoil yeh, doll...” he started, already enjoying immensely the sparkle his words ignited in her gaze. He chuckled. “'ad t'leave yehr wedding present back 'ome but d'yeh wanna kno' wha' it is?”

She titled her head into his touch, nodding slightly. “Please,” she whispered. “And I'll give you yours.”

“Oh, pupa,” he drawled, shaking his head. “Yeh didn't need teh...”

She shot him a warning gaze. “Well, it's not fair otherwise, is it? I knew you would.”

Alexander nodded, turning his head to search for Helders. “Maffew,” he demanded, holding out his hand and in no time, he was presented with a small black box, turning back to Jade with a satisfied smirk as he handed it to her, letting her sit back, scratching at his chin before placing his hands in his lap as he watched her with eager eyes, anticipated her reaction desperately.

Jade took the box excitedly, unsure what to expect, jewelry, lipsticks she'd been pining for, it all seemed rather underwhelming and though, surprised, she knew she should have known better when she drew out the shiny gold ring, ornated with diamonds all around, a set of car keys dangling from it and she looked up at him with wide eyes, her lips parted in awe. “What's this for?” she gasped.

“For yehr fookin' brand new Ferrareh, doll,” he drawled, his eyes locked on hers. “'s a Spider 458. Matte white, darlin'. So yeh can drive as fast as yeh like in yehr vereh own ride, eh?”

She sighed, shaking her head slowly, in disbelief, overwhelmed even more after all the promises of what was to come, now left speechless and she was unsure rather she wanted to give him her present now or get straight down on her knees, climb into his lap and forget about anyone around them or make him – and herself – wait just a little longer. She swallowed. “I don't even know what to say,” she confessed, knew he deserved nothing less than the truth, no games, just the entirety of her well-deserved adoration. “You just … know how to give a girl the world.”

He chuckled, licking his lips. “Joost my girl, eh?” He said, reaching out to stroke his knuckles gently across her cheek. “Wha' 'ave yeh got for meh then, pupa?”

“Oh, now you want to know, mmm, baby?”

He rolled his eyes, the small smile on his lips never quite fading. “Got meh curious now, dun't yeh, principessa?”

She smirked, craning her neck to look over the seat to also get Helders to give her her present for Alexander, smiling as he received the matte black box, the silver trademark of a distillery he knew and had contemplated working with multiple times, but had never gotten around to. “Wha' is tha', doll?” he asked, knew there had to be more to her present, the brilliance her nature suggested than an expensive spirit.

“Open it, baby,” she nodded, waiting, watching as his fingers moved slowly to take out the bottle carefully from the thick black carton, his hand closing around the neck of the bottle, fingertips running over the complex diamond-like texture of the bottle, his ring knocking against the glass as he tilted it slightly to read the face of the bottle, the letters A. D. T. written delicately, thin, subtle. He lifted his gaze to her, raising an eyebrow. “'n wha's tha'?” he asked, unable to conceal the same sort of excitement he'd hoped for on her face upon giving her the car keys.

She smiled, satisfied with his instant curiosity and intrigue and she knew after long and hard contemplation of what was right to give him, she'd ultimately made the right choice. “I got them to create your very own brand of whisky, Alexander,” she hummed. “This is the first bottle and if you like it...” She reached out to smooth out his collar, moving closer to him. “Well, it's ready to go into production.”

His eyes were fixated on her face, fascination spread across his features and he sighed, his hand coming up to cup the back of her head and draw her with urgency, his lips capturing hers in a deep kiss before she could follow, melting into him, a soft moan slipping past her lips, affected instantly by the low groan of satisfaction that rumbled in the back of his throat, the dark shimmer of lust in his deep, brown eyes.

He cleared his throat, drawing back reluctantly. “Maffew,” he called without taking his eyes off her. “Bring us two glasses, will yeh?”

Jade followed the movement of Alexander's hands with her eyes eagerly, as if in hypnosis as he opened the bottle and poured them both a generous amount in the crystal glasses, the look in his eyes when he looked back at her, his gaze locked on hers when he brought their glasses together to meet, irresistible. “T'yeh, me love,” he drawled, his top lip stretching slightly to the side before he brought up the glass to take a sip, his eyes closing as he savored the taste on his tongue, hummed with pleasure, then starting to nod, slowly, his sharp features smooth, at ease. “Fookin'ell...”

She'd tried it before, had been positive that he would enjoy it, that it was rich in all the right ways, that he would enjoy the burn, the heat as it went down the back of his throat, watching as he swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing, his sheeny skin stretching. “What do you think?” she asked, eager for his judgment, reveling in the taste, licking her lips.

“Tha's fookin' exquisite, doll,” he rasped, pursing his lips. “Smoother than anehfin' I've ever 'ad, eh? Fook.” The way she beamed back at him was as proud as it was knowing, and he knew that as much as she'd craved his approval, she hadn't had a doubt about him loving what she'd chosen. He smirked, then went in for another small sip, sighing in ecstasy. “Fookin' good.”

“I knew you'd like it,” she smiled. “I already had some brought home. There's some more we're taking with us,” she added. “One call and they'll start producing more, sell it, it's good profit as well. And I'm sure it'll come in handy when doing business, mm?” She stroked a strand of hair back that had fallen over his forehead.

He tilted his head into her touch, his tongue pushed into his cheek. “Mmm,” he hummed in agreement, his eyes full of adoration for her, what she offered, what she promised. “Me brilliant fookin' girl, eh? C'mere.”

With the plane already descending as they'd finished their drinks, Jade situated comfortably now in his lap, he was growing more and more impatient, tempted to play with her, tease her to reward her later, his fingers stroking the inside of her thigh, though never quite giving her enough, never making their way past the restrictive material of the tight lace jumpsuit she still wore to torture him, even when she shifted closer and he had to compose himself upon exiting the plane, the feeling of her lips on his neck still tingling his skin moments later, and his placed his hand possessively on her hip as they walked through the darkness, the short way to their car, Jade's heels clicking on the ground and though there wasn't much to see, he knew the lights of the city in the distance excited her and he couldn't wait to show her everything, to make all his promises to her come true.

The moment they sat in the car and she climbed right into his lap again, he didn't know for how much longer his self-control would last, but with her body shielding the movement of his hands from Cook and Helders sat on the other side of the thin wall that separated the seats, he decided he would give her a taste of her own medicine, the torture of how tempting she'd been all day and the moment her lips attached to his neck again, distracted in teasing marks she never quite went through with, he parted her legs with a simple push of his hand, cupping the heat between her thighs he could feel even through he thick lace and when he allowed his thumb to slip past the material, a groan of immense satisfaction escaped his lips, her breath hitching in the back of her throat.

She'd expected him to tease her, though hadn't anticipated any sort of direct contact, the heat of his fingertips, the firmness of his palm making her head spin, her teeth sinking into his skin. “Alexander...” she whispered.

He chuckled. “Yeh're so fookin' dirteh, darlin'...” he drawled, his voice thick with lust. “Been wearin' tha' all day wif nofin' under there?”

She drew back, humming as she looked back at him sheepishly for a moment.

“Can't fookin' believe yeh...” He swallowed, licking his lips. “No, no, look at meh,” he demanded, his hand closing around the side of her throat, forcing her eyes to stay on his as he angled his wrist slightly to reach and toy with her, chuckling darkly the moment she started working her hips into his touch to meet the pleasure he suggested. “Oh, tha' fookin' eager, are yeh? Been teasin' meh all day, me darlin'...”

“I need you,” she whined desperately, had played herself as much as she had him in denying what they'd both wanted all day.

He nodded nonchalantly. “Yeh, 'course yeh do,” he chuckled. “Dunno if yeh're readeh though, darlin'...” He pursed his lips, his eyes locked on hers as he toyed with her, his thumb nudging into her clit and making her gasp, making her eyes widen, her body shaking slightly, her grip tighter on his shoulder. “Gunna give yehrself t'meh fulleh, rehyt, doll?”

Another push of his thumb, another gasp and she nodded quickly, whining for more.

“Words, Jade,” he demanded.

She rolled her hips into his touch and he flicked her clit harshly, threatening to make her come undone with a few pushes of his fingers. “Fully,” she nodded. “Y-Yes.”

“Mmmm...” he nodded, satisfied, his eyes darting away from her face for merely a second, his fingers withdrawing from her the moment the car stopped. “Weh're 'ere, doll, c'mon.” He fixed the fabric of her jumpsuit to cover her, then tapped the inside of her thigh, the look in his eyes as intense as it was completely in control, the fact that he had her, wrapped around his finger and hopelessly desperate for him fuelling his own resistance. “Get off meh, luv.”

She swallowed, her legs not entirely stable as she moved to sit next to him, fixing her hair and her lipstick, then taking his hand once he'd stepped out, following his lead into the lobby and she was instantly distracted by the luxury of it, the high ceilings, the carved white marble, a large fountain in the middle, shiny, the sound of the water rippling pleasant as they walked up to the front desk, the top of it dark marble, golden details worked into the stone and before she could speak, the receptionist was already greeting her, polite in tone and Jade couldn't help but notice his eyes wandering down the tight material of her clothing as he asked a name.

Alexander let go of her hand, evidently noticing the attention the man on the other side of the desk paid to Jade and she felt him draw her closer, his arm around her possessively, the heat of his touch distracting but she'd waited, anticipated the moment she would get to speak the words she was then dying to say, beating him to it. “Turner,” she said, a rush of excitement tingling through her body and she couldn't help but curve into Alexander's side. “Jade Turner.”

Although Alexander saw right through her, he couldn't help but adore the tone in her melodic voice, the way she used his name now as her own so proudly, the satisfaction it instilled within him even greater than it was the moment the man recognised the weight of his name.

“Right,” he said, the accent stronger as he spoke shakily. “Mrs. Turner...” he said, his gaze wandering to Alex. “And Mr. Turner...” He nodded. “Welcome.” He cleared his throat. “I've got your key here already.”

Alex meant to instinctively hold out his hand, but the moment he sensed movement in Jade, he allowed her to, smiling at the excitement on her face.

“I'll send for your luggage to be brought up right away,” the man added. “If you need anything, the entire staff is at your disposal, Mr. Turner.”

As he listened, though already knew the speech, had grown quite bored of it, he decided to push further, to intimidate the man for staring as well as fuel Jade's excitement further. “Joost for meh?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

The man seemed puzzled for a moment, and Jade squeezing his arm made him certain she understood his game before he did. “Oh,” the man mumbled. “And for you too, of course, Mrs. Turner.”

Jade shot him a charming smile. “Thank you,” she said, and before she could say any more, before they could hear any more, Alexander was already leading the way to the lifts, transparent and spacious, offering a view of the entire lobby from up above, the brightness of the other floors as they ascended further, Alex's hand locked on her hip the entire way until the doors opened and he stirred her towards their room, silent until they were at their door, then before she could unlock the door, he corrupted her focus, his lips pressed to her ear, his chest against her back.

“Yeh enjoyed tha', didn't yeh?” he rasped, sending shivers up her skin.

“W-What?” she asked, curving back into him, her fingers shaking by the sudden control he'd taken over her.

He chuckled darkly, his hand sprawled out over her abdomen to keep her close. “Usin' me name like tha'?” he hummed, his warm lips brushing against her skin. “Sounded fookin' loveleh...”

She sighed, relaxing into his touch. “Potentially...” she teased.

“'ow'd tha' make yeh feel?” he urged.

She could feel his strong heartbeat against her back, his chest firm, his scent overwhelming her, spice and smoke and expensive spirit. She knew what he wanted to coax from her, and she could not for the life of her deny the truth in it. “Powerful,” she whispered breathily.

He chuckled knowingly, lifting his body from hers slightly to give her room to unlock the door, from the corner of his eye saw Matthew and Jamie walking down the floor. “Tha's reyht, doll,” he hummed. “Fookin' reyht.”

She smiled to herself, relieved when she managed to finally unlock the door, knowing she should not have expected anything because whatever she would be met with would exceed what she could have possibly pictured and there was no room for disappointment, the wall at the far end of the room was entirely glass and resembled Alexander's apartment, the view of the Acropolis as spectacular as he'd promised. She heard him close the door behind her, could tell he was right there as she took a few steps further into the room, took it all in, in awe at how the low light dipped the luxuriously furnished place, the shiny satin sheets on the bed, the suggestion that they had the best and exactly what they deserved, into a golden glow.

“Perfect, innit?” he drawled behind her, stepping into her view again, his features sharp with the smug smile spread across his face, the curve of his nose, the edge of his jaw, the darkness in his eyes irresistible and before she could find another word, tell him how much she adored it all, she resorted to lowering herself to her knees by his feet, her heart skipping a beat when she instantly captured his full attention, his gaze on her fuelling her every move as she reached to undo his belt without second thought, without losing any more time and he breathed out with immense relief as she pulled him out of the tight, restrictive material of his suit trousers, a low moan he couldn't suppress following the moment she wrapped her fingers around him and started stroking him slowly.

“Been waitin', 'aven't yeh?” he teased, desperate to make up for his weakness, his fingers instantly at the back of her head, wound into her hair. “C'mon, doll...”

She smirked at his clear impatience, directing her gaze upwards, innocent, her eyes wide, well-aware it would only fuel the fire. “Yes, Alexander?” she asked, licking her lips, tilting her head to the side.

He chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head, his grip tightening on her hair. “Dun't play wif meh, principessa, or 's gunna beh a long fookin' night for yeh...”

“Is that a promise, baby?” she whispered, though didn't wait for his response, opening her mouth to trap his tip between her lips, tightening them around him before slowly letting him sink into her mouth, her tongue pressed flat to the underside of his cock, satisfied with the way his hips bucked forward instantly and he held her there as soon as she'd taken all of him, a tight grip on her hair and he grunted when she swallowed, taking him as deep into her throat as she could, all the frustration, all the tension that had built up in him over the course of the day now slowly released, and he was nearly driven over the edge by just the look in her eyes as they met his, emitting a loud groan as he roughly drew back her head by her hair.

She giggled, keeping her gaze on him, licking her lips. “Too much?” she teased, but she felt him winding her hair tighter around his fist instantly, his gaze darken, one eyebrow raised at the clear challenge of his authority she'd allowed herself and before he could contemplate how to punish her, could scold her, deprive her, she shuffled forward on her knees, taking his cock into her mouth again compliantly.

He nodded, seemingly eased for the moment and he angled her head slightly to the side to let his cock sink deeper into her mouth, humming with satisfaction. “Tha's reyht, tha's me smart girl...” he stated, less fazed than she would have liked for him to be in her position. “Knows wha's good for 'er, eh?”

She moaned around him, sending vibrations up his skin, starting to bob her head as much as she was able to with his grip directing her the way he pleased, moving to hold on to the back of his thighs to give herself better leverage, her tongue swirling around him, her lips tight around his shaft, her eyes fixated on his, could watch the defiance, the punishing tendency he'd been toying with slowly fade for the look of pleasure she'd been desperate to see, his eyes half-lidded, his lips slightly parted, his grip on her hair loosening and tightening seemingly irregular.

He groaned when he allowed her more freedom to move and she moved closer to him instantly, took him all the way down her throat and swallowed and he instantly took control again, held her down where she was, a quick tap of her chin and she looked up at him, his heartbeat quicker with anticipation, desperate to see her eyes water, to feel her throat tighten around him, to watch her give him everything, leaving him weaker than he would've cared to admit, overwhelmed momentarily by the fact that she was his more than she ever had been, to be by his side, to treat, to play with, to adore and before he knew, he was pulling her up by her hair, slowly, his lips twitching in a satisfied smirk that he'd taken her by surprise.

She was about to protest, question him, but then his hands were on either side of her face and his lips had captured hers, demanding, hungry, eager and she kissed him back needily, running her fingers through his hair, knotted in the soft curls at the back of his head, moaning into his mouth and melting from the obvious devotion, the undeniable passion he offered with just the way his lips moved with hers and she could barely breathe, gasping when he drew back and wordlessly directed her to get back down on her knees.

With her eyes still locked on his, she didn't hesitate to guide his cock right back into her mouth, moaning around him hungrily, reveling at the feeling of his fingers taking hold of her hair again, watching her with his gaze full of lust, darkness, relentless control and she could hardly pick up the pace she'd been at before he already barked another command, his mind running wild with the awareness that she was all his, there was nowhere to be, and she would do anything for him.

“I want yeh t'take this fookin' fing off,” he growled, drawing back, immensely pleased with the way her lips felt tight around his cock when he caught her off guard and she slipped off him with a gasp.

“Alexander...” she sighed, but followed his order instantly, the jumpsuit barely off her shoulders and he was right there, fingers locked around her throat, his other hand cupping one of her breasts, kneading, pinching her nipple, once again taking her breath away with a deep kiss and she struggled to compose herself, to keep up with his eagerness, his intensity as she tried to shuffle out of the garment, the moment she'd stepped out of it stood completely naked in front of him and a second passed as he drew back to look at her, two as he took in her smooth skin, her curves, his fingers remaining around her throat as he pushed her down to her knees once again.

“Back teh work.”

She breathed shakily, swallowing hard as she readjusted her position and just when she took him into her mouth again felt him reach to keep toying with her breasts, teasing her nipples, making her moan with his cock on her tongue, his hips bucking forward and the grip of his hands tightening before the thick depth of his voice weakened her again.

“'old 'em togefer for meh, will yeh?” he drawled, squeezing her breasts, then drawing his cock from her mouth when she followed his command, could barely keep up with the pace at which his mind seemed to be running, but she looked down greedily as he gripped the base of his cock, giving himself a few tugs before guiding it to slip between her breasts, humming with satisfaction at the sensation, the desperate look in her eyes, the way his cock slid between the smooth skin of her breasts and he reached to draw his thumb over her bottom lip, his eyes full of admiration and he groaned when she closed her lips again, sucking, her eyes still wide open and fixated on him, his breath coming out shakily at the sight. “Fookin'ell...”

She sucked greedily on his thumb, desperate to please him, to give him anything she could, moving her body the way she demanded. “A-Alexander-...”

He raised an eyebrow at her, his gaze darkening. “Shh, darlin'...” he hummed, taking a hold of the back of her head again and guiding her mouth onto his cock again, reveling in the momentary resistance when she adjusted to feeling him all the way down her throat instantly, her eyes watering and she forced herself to relax, to not gag, instead swallow, her eyes on his, desperate for his approval and he drew back instantly with a groan, his hips shaking. “Fookin'ell, pupa...” he rasped breathily, stepping back before he could no longer control himself, running his fingers through his hair, eyeing her with pride as she sat on her knees in front of him, her skin sheeny and she licked her plush lips, gorgeous and ready to give him whatever he decided he wanted from her. “Get up. 'ave a drink wif meh.”

She nodded, rising to her feet and following over to the dresser by the glass wall that had the Louis Black Pearl he'd promised stood and cooled and she watched as he poured the sparkly liquor into two crystal glasses, handed her one, then once she'd taken it, his hand came down on her lower back to pull her in, spread out and possessive and he groaned as he could hardly take a sip from his drink before her hand already found his cock again, starting to stroke him slowly as she pressed herself against him, a quick kiss placed against his jaw before she looked back at him with her eyes wide, lifting her drink and allowing a giggle to bubble from her lips when the glasses rang together.

“Fookin' yes, darlin'...” he breathed, trying to compose himself to take a sip, forcing his eyes to stay open, to watch her, to take in the exquisite way she appreciated the liquor, he'd never grow tired of it, the way she licked her lip, her eyes fluttered slightly at the first taste in a way that bordered orgasmic, hopelessly blissful and seductive, a silent power that had him weak and he felt his own breath momentarily irregular when she attached her lips to his skin just below his chin, the spot sensitive and likely to bruise without much effort, his hand wandering lower and squeezing her ass only fuelling her hand to move faster on her.

“Once yeh've finished tha' I want yeh on the bed, principessa,” he announced, his voice thick with lust, like honey dripping down her skin, so close that it made her shiver and paired with his irresistible scent, she knew she was at his mercy. “Wanna eat yehr cunt,” he added nonchalantly, though well-aware of the power his words held.

She breathed out, a soft moan shaking at the back of her throat.

He chuckled. “Sound good, doll?”

“Mmmm, please...” she whispered as she drew back to look at him, humming as she watched his adam's apple bob when he finished the small sip remaining in the glass.

“Wanna take it slow though, darlin'...” he hummed. “Make yeh realleh feel me tongue...”

She was practically salivating just from hearing his promises, his voice velvet and sinful. She swallowed hard, finishing her own drink.

He could see the sparkle in her eyes, licking his lips. “Gunna build yehr orgasm...” He placed his glass down without taking his eyes off her, leaning in to press his lips to her ear. “Gunna edge yeh until yeh can't take it, yeh?”

Jade whimpered, her body curving into him and she breathed out shakily, finishing her drink and the moment she'd put her glass down, he made her gasp with a rough squeeze of her ass.

“On the bed, pupa, c'mon...” he demanded impatiently.

She bit her lip, trying to steady herself as she walked slowly, could feel his gaze on her as she swayed her hips and the moment she laid back, he was already right there, had taken off his suit jacket, the top buttons of his shirt undone, his skin shiny, the chain reflecting the low light and she pressed her legs together at the sight of his hands working to draw his belt from the loops of his trousers.

He chuckled at her inquisitive gaze, excited, curious. “Gunna tie yehr 'ands, darlin',” he informed her calmly. “Dun't want yeh gettin' all 'andseh, alreyht?”

She pressed her lips together, obediently stretching her arms out over her head with her wrists pushed together as he lowered himself onto the bed to secure his belt around the bar of the bed post as well as her wrists.

He hummed appreciatively at her compliance, eyeing the way she laid spread out and ready for him to do whatever he pleased with and he reached to brush back her hair before moving to situate himself between her legs, raising an eyebrow at her and the moment their eyes met, he found himself immensely satisfied that she parted her legs for him instantly. “Sooch a good girl for meh,” he drawled.

She purred with delight when she felt his hand moving to sprawl out across her inner thighs, his wedding ring cold against her warm skin and she sighed as he slowly lowered himself down into position, allowing her barely a moment to breathe before his lips attached to her clit, sucking, teasing, evidently enjoying the way she was already squirming under his power, the muscles tightening in his arms as holding her down required more strength. “Mmm, Alexander...”

“Darlin'...” he mumbled against her heat, the movement of his lips sending tingles up her spine, shaking when he pressed his tongue flat to her folds, dipping it inside her momentarily, lifting his gaze to her mercilessly and he pushed down on her thighs. “Relax.”

She swallowed, the dark shimmer in his eyes enough to weaken her knees further, the pleasure he'd already built so dangerously close to spilling over it was pathetic. “Please,” she breathed.

He chuckled, the movement of his tongue, his lips slow, though increasing in intensity, adding pressure so slowly, barely noticeable in a way that was agonising and he could feel her legs shaking under his grip, could tell she was growing close already. “Pupa...” he warned, his voice thick, laced with a sense of power he knew could get her to do anything. “Yeh're not allowed teh let go, doll, not until I tell yeh...”

She breathed in shakily, a desperate whimper escaping her throat and she knew it'd have been too good to be true, that he wanted to test her as well as make her feel good, that he craved the control she reveled in whenever he had her at his mercy, but she was well-aware that she would not be able to hold on for much longer, not after he'd already used her body so shamelessly, not after the whole day of watching him and not having him, not when his every move was set out entirely to weaken her. “I don't know if I can...” she confessed weakly.

His grip tightened on her thighs and he lifted his head slightly, looking up at her. “Yeh can and yeh fookin' will,” he drawled thickly, leaving no room for disobedience, his nails digging into her skin. “I want yeh desperate, doll...” he added. “'n beggin', there's no way yeh're cummin' yet...”

Before she could respond, even react, he covered all of her with his lips again, his tongue driving slowly into her heat, spreading her juices around her folds, every new itch he created instantly tended to because he knew her, inside and out and was well aware of what she needed before she even knew it herself, made her lose control to the point where she pulled uselessly to get her hands out of the restraint of his belt, desperate for leverage, for something to hold on to as he devoured her, his tongue never reaching far enough, his attention to a spot she needed never long enough for her to let go, in complete control of her body.

“Yeh taste so fookin' loveleh, Jade...” he declared before he pressed his tongue instantly to her clit again, though his eyes were locked on hers the moment she lifted her head, the dim lights in the room dipping the features of his face into a glow that highlighted the darkness in his eyes as well as every sharp edge that promised he would ruin her. “Tha's reyht...” he drawled. “Look at meh when I'm playin' wif yeh...”

She cried out softly as he instantly went back to tease her, the heat of his lips too much, paired with the strength he demonstrated with the filth of his words as well as his tight grip on her and she tried to pull her hands from the belt again when he suddenly increased the pressure, the intensity he'd built with his tongue, sucking, teasing, growing rougher, allowing himself to get carried away, to get lost in the way she tasted, whined, squirmed.

He knew he'd never get enough of the way he so easily disheveled her, had not a doubt in his mind that if he made one strategic move, she would disobey instantly, that her body would betray her desperate attempt to follow his demands and he wanted to torture her, watch the way she struggled when it took everything within her to hold on, increasing his efforts before he knew he was doing it, earning himself a shake of her hips which he forced down instantly, the strangled cries that fell from her lips heavenly.

“Alexander, I can't-...” she sobbed at the sudden pressure, the intensity he only applied when determined to coax her into the bliss she craved so desperately now and she squeezed her eyes shut, throwing her head back with tears pearling down her cheeks as she tried her hardest to hold on, felt the burning sensation of her muscles threatening to close around nothing, she knew what he was doing, that he was challenging her in a way that she could not possibly rise to. He held her on the edge for a moment, two and then he lifted his head, but it was too late, the stinging emptiness between her legs too prominent to ignore and even with his lips and tongue no longer on her, her whole body tensed, shaking violently with the orgasm he'd ruined for her, leaving her squirming, unsatisfied and in disbelief at the cruelty of the feeling.

When she opened her eyes, his watchful gaze was on her, his jaw tense and he pursed his lips in contemplation, the slight shake of his head even more frustrating, fuelling her desperate need for the fulfillment she'd thought she'd receive and she pushed her bottom lip forward in a sultry pout, her eyes wide.

“Wha' am I gunna do wif yeh, Jade, eh?” he asked, scratching at his throat. “Thought yeh'd be a good girl for meh...”

She knew there was no arguing with him, no scolding him, he had her and she was going to do anything, despite his torture having risen to a new level. “I-I...”

“Didn't mean for yeh t'cum there but yeh 'ad teh, didn't yeh?” He rose to sit up slowly, his fingertips absently stroking her inner thigh, making her legs shake. “Greedeh lil' brat...” He licked his lips. “'ad teh ruin yehr own orgasm, eh?”

Her lips parted in disbelief, but before she could protest, he'd tilted his head, his lips stretching as he spoke, rising from his seat and she stayed silent, desperate to hear him as he walked into the hallway. “Got anofer plan now...” he announced. “So if I untie yeh...” He paused, making sure her eyes were on him, followed his every move as he returned with something in his hand that she could barely see in the low light. “I want yeh bend over me lap. Gunna give yeh the spankin' yeh deserve for disobeyin' meh like tha'...”

“Alexander...”

He cocked an eyebrow, slowly lifting the top of what she could now make out to be a velvet black box, his fingers closing around the solid gold toy, short with the curve of it trailing into a point, a sparkling green stone enclosed by the gold at the end of it and she tensed at merely the thought of him using it. He licked his lips, immensely satisfied with her reaction, though feigned remaining completely unimpressed. “Are yeh gunna do tha' for meh?” he asked, unfazed and ignoring her pleas.

She swallowed, the throbbing emptiness between her legs fuelling her and she nodded eagerly, ready to do anything it took for him to touch her, to take care of her, to give her whatever he was willing to.

He raised his eyebrows again. “Can't 'ear yeh...”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please punish me.”

He chuckled darkly, nodding, then reaching to undo the belt, watching impatiently as he sat back down on the edge of the bed and she adjusted her position instantly, bending over his lap and his fingers came up in her hair without missing a beat to guide her head down on the bed, about to bark another command when she already lifted her ass for him. “Good girl, darlin'...” he praised. “Got this shineh new toy for yeh, why dun't yeh get it readeh, eh?”

She watched him, her vision slightly blurred as she lifted her head and he'd already pushed the plug past her plushy lips, humming with satisfaction as she began to suck and he parted her legs slightly for him, reveling in the way she whined around the toy.

The emptiness between her legs was agonising, the awareness that he would take his time unwinding her and enjoy watching her struggle so much almost bringing tears to her eyes as she sucked eagerly to get the toy wet, moaning when he forcefully drew it out and without a warning his other hand came down harshly on her ass, the force of his ring stinging, making her rock forward, her clit brushing against the fabric of his trousers and she moaned needily, though just as she tried to angle her hips to feel more of the friction, his hand sprawled out against her abdomen to push her up again, her ass once again in the air.

He tutted. “None o' tha' now, doll...” he hummed. “Tha' were one.” He rubbed his palm over the stinging skin of her ass. “Count 'em for meh or yeh're gunna regret it.”

“Uno,” she whimpered, her breath shaky.

“Tha's reyht...” he drawled. “Keep yehr ass up now, yeh?”

She nodded, sighing when he pushed her head down again, her cheek pressed to the satin sheets and she closed her eyes, though unprepared completely for the next slap of his hand, requiring all the strength she could gather to keep her body steady. “Due...” she whimpered.

“Goooood girl...” he chuckled. “Tha's it, darlin', one more 'n weh're gunna put yehr new toy teh the test...”

Her body shook with anticipation, seconds passing with him completely still, yet in full control of her, his palm rubbing over both her ass cheeks as if to test, to tease, then he lifted his hand, slapping it down right between her legs, her clit throbbing from the sudden sensation and she mewled desperately into the mattress.

He was silent for another moment and she tried to catch her breath, her mind dizzy with lust, taking her off guard when he smacked his hand against both her cheeks one time without warning. “Jade...” he growled scoldingly.

“F-Fuck...” she whined, her legs threatening to give in and she could feel her juices running down the insides of her thighs, knowing that despite the urge she felt, the undeniable urge, she would regret if she even attempted closing her legs. “I-I'm sorry … t-tre, quattro, cinque...”

“Yeh're fookin' testin' meh now, aren't yeh?” he asked, his fingers spreading her cheeks apart and she felt the tip of the toy cold against ass, making her entire body tense. “Yeh've got teh relax, luv, y'kno' tha'...”

“Alexander...” she whimpered.

“Yehr cunt's so wet, 'ow about...”

She gasped when he pushed the toy inside her dripping heat for merely a split second, drawing it back before she could comprehend, leaving her shaking with desperation.

“Mmmm, now 's nice 'n wet tha's gunna go in easeh...” he hummed.

Jade once again felt the end of the toy against her ass again, the sensation heightened as her heat was still throbbing, empty and before she knew, desperate to feel something, she pushed her hips back towards him, her eyes rolling back as the toy filled her slowly, hissing when Alexander adjusted it, humming with satisfaction at how snugly it fit inside her, watching her tensing around it.

“Oh, tha's luvleh, doll, knew tha'd beh so pretteh for yeh...” He stroked his hand over her ass again, could feel the tension as she anticipated his next move. “Dun't forget t'keep countin',” he warned.

She breathed out shakily, trying to compose herself, to maintain the position her body was in, trying to prepare herself for what was to come, knowing already he would push her to her limit and before she'd properly calmed herself, his palm already collided with her ass again, his wedding ring ensuring she'd be sore and bruised by the time he was done with her and she sobbed at how tight the toy felt inside her as her muscles tensed automatically in order to stay in position for him. “Mmf-fuuuuck...” she whined against the sheets, her heart skipping a beat in panic. “Sei...” she choked out.

The way she could feel his cock throbbing and pressed against her only fuelled her desire, the desperation she got lost in further and further, longing to feel him inside her.

“Jade, yehr cunt is so fookin' wet joost from bein' bent over me lap 'n gettin' a spankin', I can't fookin' believe yeh...” he taunted. “'s it because yehr ass is full now, eh?” He patted her red cheek patronisingly. “So tight 'round it, mm?”

She felt his fingers moving slowly up her back before twisting in her hair, tugging and pulling her up. “Come look at meh, doll...” he demanded and she lifted her head, directing her teary gaze at him, her eyes wide as he arched her body. “So fookin' pretteh....” he hummed, his palm still rubbing over her stinging red skin. “I luv ruinin' yeh, pupa, I do...” he drawled, guiding her back down and smoothing his hand up her back. “Weh're gunna get teh ten.”

“I-I can't,” she whined, her mind foggy with lust and she could hardly focus on his words, simply knew her knees would give in, she would have soaked his trousers entirely, and be sobbing for his cock, his fingers, anything inside her by the end of it.

“Yeh joost need t'count for meh 'n 'old yehrself up, darlin', relax...” he coaxed, his palm spread out and stroking her ass. “'m 'ere...”

She inhaled shakily, already tense and ready to endure more of the delicious torture he knew she craved and she gasped when his hand landed flat on her ass again, shaking, mewling desperately for more. “F-Fuck...” she whined, overwhelmed, fazed more than she'd expected. “Sette...”

“Well done,” he hummed, before he'd even stopped speaking landing two more blows on her red skin, merciless, without missing a beat and the way she could feel exactly where the cool metal of his ring stung gorgeously. “Pupa...” he warned.

Tears were stinging in her eyes, her breathing uneven, she could hardly focus on anything but the shameless lust, the desperate need for something to fill her up with her ass full and her skin stinging highlighting the emptiness that she needed to be tended to most. “I-I...” She whined, taking in another shaky breath. “Otto,” she moaned. “N-Nove...”

“One more, darlin', joost one,” he promised, his knuckles stroking down the back of her thigh, the curve of her, admiring how she still was arched for him, helplessly bent over his lap and fully in his control, taking everything he was giving her, tensing, relaxing at his every strategic touch.

She expected him to draw it out, to wait and tease and taunt her until she would no longer see it coming, but he barely waited a moment longer before pushing her legs apart further, drawing his hand and landing the final smack on her folds, careful to not touch her clit, and he could feel how soaked she was, her inner thighs slick with her leaking juices and he felt momentarily like he'd taken it too far when she rocked forward again, sighing as her knees gave in and she collapsed in his lap, whining at the way her clit once again rubbed against his clothed thigh, the fabric rough and tight. “Thought yeh could take more than tha'...” he drawled, instantly propping her up again with his hand pressed to her belly, determined to make her wait, to not allow her the relief she craved just yet.

“Dieci...” she whined breathlessly, the way she tensed around the plug stinging and almost too much and she didn't how much more she could take, how much longer she could endure him teasing and playing with her, could not remember ever being so wet and desperate to let go.

“Would like yeh t'ride me thigh for a bit, doll, 'ow 'bout tha'?”

Despite the temptation, the eagerness with which she wanted to comply to his order, she knew there was no way he would allow her the relief she needed, though as she attempted to sit up, he'd already taken a hold of her wrists, turned them behind her back and was tying them together with his belt, rendering her helpless and barely able to hold herself up beyond the way he moved her.

He situated her on his thigh and she could feel her own wetness on his suit, wincing when it rubbed against the sensitive red skin of her ass, whining with his hand sprawled out on her hip as he shifted, then reaching to nudge the the end of the plug, making her fall against him. With his grip firm, she could hardly rock her hips the way she'd hoped and the rough material of his suit offered barely any friction, merely rubbing against her slick skin and emphasising her need for him to fill her up.

“Alexander, please...” she whimpered needily, unsure if begging would even get her anywhere at this point.

“Fookin'ell, I luv watchin' yeh, pupa...” he hummed, reaching to brush back the sweaty strands of her hair, then lifting her chin so she would look at him, her eyes teary, heavy-lidded. “Got yeh out of yehr mind wif need, eh?”

She sobbed, nodding, desperately hoping he'd have mercy on her, breathing out shakily when he attached his lips to the side of her neck, the hesitant kisses turning slowly into nips at her skin on his way down and he twisted her nipple between his fingertips, kissing, sucking, biting her delicate skin that stretched over her collarbones before he closed his lips around her nipple, his hand stroking down her back to arch her against him and leaving her no choice but to move exactly the way he conducted.

She moaned softly at the pleasure his lips offered, almost gentle in comparison to the stinging, throbbing she could still feel on her ass, but he didn't allow her to relax for long, another nudge against the plug and his fingers wrapped around the stone, turning, twisting and making her gasp before he drew it out and discarded it to the side, chuckling at the way he could feel how fast her heart was beating, how uneven her breath was.

His rough touches were as overwhelming as his scent, the warmth of his palms, all her senses completely drowning in him, balancing her on the edge and keeping her on her toes with absolutely no prediction of how he would thrill her next.

With his lips still teasing her nipples, now having moved to the other, she barely noticed his hand stroking the side of her throat, only when pressing two fingers against her lips, demanding her to open her mouth, she was drawn back into reality, so lost in her blissed out, desperate state that she sucked on them automatically.

Alex chuckled, pleased with the way she obeyed so submissively and waited until she'd relaxed him against him again, gotten lost in the pleasure of his mouth before he stroked his hand down  her back and spread apart her cheeks again, without warning pushing one finger where the plug had stretched her slightly, reveling in the way her body shook against him instantly and she cried out softly. “No, no, doll, keep suckin' on me fingers...” he warned, adding another finger in her ass and starting slowly to tease her, attaching his lips to her nipple once again, the way she whined mindlessly as he played with her threatening to become too much with barely any friction against his cock throbbing for her. But he was determined now.

She could hardly think, lost in the overwhelming pleasure he provided, as well as the way he denied her so carefully what she needed, forcing her to sit barely able to move feeling her own wetness, her walls contracting, desperate to be stretched. “Alexander...” she mumbled around his fingers.

“There's no use in beggin' meh, Jade...” he mumbled against her skin, though his voice clearly strained as he fought for self-control. “I kno' yeh need meh, doll, get get so needeh when yeh need a good fookin'.”

She cried out as he bit down on her nipple, started slowly to bend his knuckles, pick up a slow pace to finger her ass.

“'ow's it feel?” he drawled. “Yehr cunt empteh? Mmmm … yeh shouldn't 'ave cum wifout me permission there earlier...” He looked up at her. “Cryin' because me cock ain't inside yeh, eh?”

Her gaze met his and she begged him with her eyes, with everything she had, trying to roll her hips into his touch, but he merely curled his fingers inside her, only making her suck harder on his fingers, lifting his lips from her chest so she would've fallen against him had it not been for his arm straining between them and he drew his fingers past her sucking lips, wrapping them slowly around her throat.

“Reyht now yeh can't 'andle me worst, can yeh?” he hummed, his thumb digging into the soft skin beneath her chin to angle her head so she would keep her eyes on him, wide and shiny and completely submissive to him. He was thriving on how desperately she needed him, what he'd reduced her to, how much he'd deprived her only to be able to give her the world.

“I-I can always handle your worst, Alexander” she whispered, her voice shaking more than she liked as she sought to challenge him.

He chuckled darkly. He loved the way she tested him, challenged him and even when completely at his mercy was desperate to be his match. But he wanted to watch her fall apart in his hands. “If I touch yeh now, yeh're gunna cum, aren't yeh?”

Her eyes widened in panic as she felt his fingers slowly drawing out of her ass, pushing her hips up slightly and angling his thigh so he could reach between her legs. “N-No, please...” she whined, shaking as he spread her wetness over her folds, careful as he teased to place his movement strategically. She knew she wouldn't be able to handle another unfulfilled promise, the pleasure he'd ruined for her still fresh in her mind and she tried to shift away, but he tightened his grip around her throat to keep her still, raising an eyebrow, his gaze locked on hers and determined to watch her as he mercilessly pushed one finger inside her dripping wet heat, a simple stroke against her walls and she was gone, her eyes rolling back into her head, her entire body shaken, the animalistic cries that fell from her lips more than enough to challenge his own restraint almost beyond resistance, but he forced himself to resist after all, held her up with his fingers wrapped around her throat, feeling her breath hitch, tears pearling down her smooth, pink cheeks and when she reopened her eyes into his, the disappointed look in them, the pout on her pillowy lips threatened to break his heart.

“Fookin'ell...” he rasped, licking his lips. “Tha' were gorgeous, doll, fook...”

She sobbed, attempting to shake her head, to move in any way but he held her still, watching her closely, knew he'd stolen her breath.

“Oh, Jade...” he hummed, stroking his thumb over the base of her throat. “I'm sorreh...” He leaned to press his forehead against hers, sighing. “Yeh're amazin'...” Another sob softened him finally and he pecked her lips, obsessed with the softness of her kiss as she melted into him. “'n I'm gunna take proper care of yeh now...” he mumbled.

Her eyes widened as she drew back, unable to hide the hope in her gaze as she heard him, her walls still contracting though not satisfied, itching, burning for more. “Please...”

He nodded. “Mmm, I kno' tha' weren't nice...” He drew his finger from her, starting to slowly stroke himself.  “Yeh've been so patient, darlin', such a good girl for meh...”

She eyed the movement of his fingers greedily, licking her lips.

He chuckled as he caught sight of her hungry gaze, chuckling. “D'yeh need meh t'fook yeh nice 'n deep, me love?”

“I'm begging you,” she whined.

Alex nodded again. “Gunna fill yeh up properleh now, I promise...” he drawled. “Gunna give yehr cunt summat yeh deserve...”

She was practically salivating at his promises, her eyes wide.

“'m reyht 'ere, principessa, 'm gunna give it t'yeh, anehfin' yeh fookin' want...”

“Alexander, just … please...” She tried to shift but with her hands still tied and her knees weak, her ass stinging with every slight shift, she could hardly move.

“Gunna fook yehr cunt so sore, darlin'...” he promised, prolonging the moment just to watch the need in her eyes, felt the way she grew wetter from just his words. “'n then I'm gunna eat yehr cunt again until yeh're too weak teh fookin' cum anehmore...”

“Please, oh … fuck, please...” she whined.

“Mmmm, yeh beg so niceleh for meh...” he hummed appreciatively. “Dun't fink yeh've ever been this wet for meh...”

“I need your cock to soothe me, please...”  

“'s alreyht, I got yeh, doll...” he promised, moving both his hands to position her properly in his lap and she fell forward, her head dropping down on his shoulder and she sobbed into his neck. “Tha's it...” he said, the warmth she offered, her irresistible scent clouding his mind. “Yeh gunna sit down on me cock?” He could tell she didn't have the strength to lift her hips, his grip tightening as he guided her upwards, lining his tip up with her soaking entrance, unable to resist just letting go so she sank all the way down on him.

Her body shook from the sudden friction, the overwhelming intensity as he slid inside her with ease, stroked her walls and made them stretch and tighten around him, the burning sensation so blissful, so satisfying and more than anything she could've hoped for, fresh tears pearling down her cheeks. “F-Fuck...” she whined, almost squirming from the sudden stretch.

He moved to cup her chin, lifting her head so he could look at her. “Let meh see yehr pretteh face, darlin', oh, fook...” He wiped her tears the moment he saw her, attempting to compose himself at the same time, she'd never been wetter for him, had never squeezed him so well, had him fighting to hold on and not let go then and there. “Is tha' good, darlin'?”

She nodded weakly, sniffing, unable to speak.

He hummed, nodding back at her knowingly. “Can yeh move for meh, doll?” he asked, shuffling to nudge his thumb against her clit, chuckling as she threatened to squirm away the moment she attempted to lift her hips but sank right back against him.

“N-No...” she whined in defeat, the slightest movement, even a hint of friction from his cock rubbing against her walls making her entire body shake and she shook her head desperately, frustrated with her own weakness.

“Alreyht, alreyht...” he hummed softly, moving to untie her wrists and discarding the belt. “Joost 'old on 'n I'm gunna make yeh feel good...”

Before she could properly adjust her position, her arms slightly numb momentarily, she already felt him shift and then suddenly, the tip of the plug was pressing against her ass, his nails digging into her skin as he tried to spread her ass cheeks.

“Wanna make yeh feel properleh full, ooooh, there weh go...” he hummed, satisfied with the way she squirmed and mewled pathetically as she fell against him again. “Luvleh, darlin'...”

“A-Alexander...” she gasped, the sudden friction of the plug and his cock inside her too much, her nails digging into the back of his neck as she held on to him, but any kind of tension in her body, anything that shook the sensitivity between her legs was more than she could bear.

“Pupa?”

“I-It 'urts...” she whimpered. “Hurts a little...”

He stroked his fingers up and down her back, nodding slowly. “'urts a lil' bit?” He asked. “D'yeh want it t'urt a bit more?”

She breathed out shakily and she could sense the pride in his hum of approval when he felt her nod. “Please.”

“Gunna make it 'urt real good, darlin', I promise...” he drawled.

“P-Please...” she whimpered.

“I'm sorreh, pupa, 'm sorreh...” he urged, his hand pressing flat and sprawled out against her lower back to arch her possessively against him so he could sink deeper inside her.

“O-Ooooh...” she breathed shakily, the sensation as heavenly as it was agonising, the way he rubbed against her walls so tight, so blissful, burning and sending vibrations up her body. “Alex-...”

“Yeh luv meh?”

“I love you” she sobbed, her teeth sinking into his skin at the base of his throat.

“Mmm, I luv yeh, darlin'...” he coaxed. “I kno' yeh're tender, doll, but I've got yeh...” He rocked his hips up into her again, making her squirm, writhing in his lap.

“T-Thank you...” she whimpered despite the way her entire body trembled. “Thank you so much, fuck...”

He groaned, the way she was so sensitive yet so desperate, her walls gripping him and making it hard to move as he started fucking her slowly driving him out of his mind.

“Thank you, thank you, Alexander...” she whimpered, clinging to him desperately as he moved her in his lip.

“Fookin'ell, Jade, yeh drive meh fookin' mad...” he growled, could already feel himself grow closer, had teased her to the edge as well as himself.

“Please don't stop now,” she gasped in panic when she sensed him slowing, though didn't have the strength to move and take what she needed herself, reduced to begging for his mercy with how weak she felt. “Don't play with me, I mean it, please...” she sobbed, holding on to him with desperation, well aware she would be unable to take more cruelty. “I'm sorry” she whined. “But I can't take more...”

There was a tear on his heart upon hearing her soft cries and he stroked his hand down her back soothingly, rocking back up inside her. “I won't, doll, I'm 'ere...” he promised. “Dun't beh sorreh, me love … reached yehr limit, tha's alreyht...”

She relaxed against him, breathing out shakily with relief, reveling in the way he fucked her harder again, reaching deeper inside her, the sensation, the friction making her tingle, satisfying her as well as torturing her blissfully.

“Yeh're doin' so well, Jade...” he praised. “Yeh're fookin' perfection, y'kno' that? Absoluteleh fookin' beau'iful … tell meh wha' yeh want...”

“J-Just fuck me harder, please...”

He hummed happily, only too glad to comply and he gripped on to her hips, starting to quicken his pace, reveling in the way she clenched around him, clung to him for dear life. “'urts real good, dunnit?”

The sensation of his cock, rubbing against the snug fit of her walls as well as the plug drove her out of her mind and she knew she was so close she could taste it, trusted him now to give her the bliss she'd craved ever since he'd touched her in the car and she was chasing what she knew would surpass anything he'd ever given her. “F-Fuck, yes, keep doing that...” she cried. “Right there, please-”

“Can yeh 'andle if I make yeh cum now, doll?” he asked, his hand moving to sprawl out against her back, to hold her there, to keep her body under his full control as he fucked her, though genuinely worried about overwhelming her, but before he could pace himself, he felt it was too late, felt her body tense against him, her nails digging into his back and she bit down on his neck, her walls clenching around him so tightly, holding him inside her that his movements ceased almost entirely as a strangled cry fell from her lips.

Her body shook as she fell over the edge barely making a sound, felt him twitch inside her and the heat of his release filled her, soothing as well as overwhelming her, the burning stretch of her walls, the way it made the plug seem so much tighter tensing her before she could finally relax, breathless as she fell limp in his arms, unable to focus on anything but the low growls that rumbled from deep within his chest, his strong heartbeat, the softness of his shirt against her chest, his hands on her. He was everywhere and everything.

“I'm sorreh...” he breathed. “'m sorreh, darlin'...” He attempted to compose himself, holding her against him, his hands smoothing down her hips and only when the aftershocks, the little trembles of her walls around him slowed did he pull her off him, the muscles straining in his arms and they both gasped when he slipped out of her, laid her down on the bed and making sure her head was comfortable on the pillow before going straight to spreading her thighs apart, his ring against her warm skin, trying not to move her too much as he was well aware of the sting of her ass against the sheets.

He was unable to resist the temptation of pulling the plug from her and catching her by surprise, smirking at the whimper that fell from her lips when he caught her off guard, her teary gaze meeting his as he lowered himself between her legs again, watched the wetness, the redness he'd created. “Fooked yeh nice 'n sore, didn't I?” he drawled as he went instantly to eating her out, eagerly lapping up her juice, spreading them, chuckling against her when he she squirmed the moment he touched her clit, dipping the tip of his tongue inside her though realising instantly it was too sensitive.

“Please...” she whimpered. “I'll do anything...”

He hummed against her, lifting an eyebrow. “Yeh dun't need t'do anehfin, me darlin'...” he reassured her as he watched the way her face scrunched up with desperation, though instantly relaxed at his words. Her skin was shiny with sweat, her entire body exhausted and he was proud of how much he'd given her, of how blissed out she looked. “Relax for meh...” he demanded, eager to give her more. “Let meh take care of yeh...”

Jade didn't know how much time passed, how much time he spent between her legs with pure devotion, quick to tend to her every ache, reveling in the way her fingers tugged and twisted his hair, and though she'd have thought she would after being teased and edged out of her mind, of being completely spent not be able to let go even once more, he managed to get her there, build her slowly to the point where she lost count of the orgasms that unapologetically blurred into one constant state of bliss that left her relaxed into peace, a daze of complete satisfaction.

Alex stopped only when he knew he had given her everything, rose from the bed merely to peel the sweaty fabric of his shirt from his arms, stepping out of his trousers, then shuffling to lie down next to her, surprised that her eyes opened to look at him, watched him move and when she reached to cup his face into her hands, he beyond his control nuzzled into her touch, sighing at the warmth of her palms, the softness of her fingers as she stroked his flushed cheeks.

“You're all mine,” she whispered, her voice weak. “I'm never giving you back, Alexander.”

He laughed quietly. “All yehrs, Jade, I fookin' promise.” The giggle his words drew from her made his heart beat irregularly and he closed his eyes in disbelief at how unconditionally content he felt, contemplated for a split second step out onto the balcony for a cigarette, but the warmth she offered, the serenity, he would've been insane to refuse. “Yeh're the best fookin' fing tha's ever 'appened teh meh. So 'appeh yeh married meh.”

He opened his eyes again, only to see hers had fallen closed. “So beau'iful...” he mumbled quietly, more to himself than her as the even rhythm of her breathing, the smoothness of her features suggested she'd satisfied her into a deep sleep. He felt like he was drunk on all that she was. “Gunna treat yeh like the fookin' princess yeh are.”

[camillemontespan]

camille’s scrapbook [1: olivia’s speech]

I thought I would start this mini series about Camille’s scrapbook! This is really a way for me to put all Drake x Camille edits together and pair them with fics. The edits I’ve made are not very good, while the amazing edits are by @mskaneko​  - you will be able to spot the difference instantly. 

In my head canon, Camille loves to take photos of her family and puts them into a scrapbook which will be passed to her children when they’re older. These edits are the ‘photos’ she has collected over the years while there will be fics to pair with them. 

I’ll admit I’ve not enjoyed being part of this fandom for a long time due to negativity and seeing so many arguments on my dashboard. I needed to write some fluff so I’m on a mission to make my blog as positive and nice as possible, for myself and for my followers. This scrapbook series is a way to provide some fluff and sunshine within my little corner of tumblr. 

I will give credit to mskaneko when I use one of her edits - she is so talented and I recommend you check out her master list when you can!

Also, I’m not sure if this sort of idea has been done before. It probably has been and I can only apologise if you have done something similar. Feel free to message me if you have, I’m always open to chatting :)

Taggin’ those who like Drake x Camille. Tell me if you want on or off, I won’t mind!

@moonlightgem7 @emichelle @jovialyouthmusic @ibldw-main @saivilo @burnsoslow @dcbbw @sirbeepsalot @notoriouscs @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @pedudley @msjr0119 @loveellamae @kingliam2019 @drakesensworld  @rainbowsinthestorm @pug-bitch @katedrakeohd​ 

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Camille sat cross legged on the floor in front of the coffee table. She was hunched over a scrapbook and the coffee table surface was covered with photographs she had taken and collected over the years. 

Scrapbooking had become a favourite hobby of hers. After Drake had bought her a Canon camera for her birthday, Camille had become gradually obsessed with taking pictures of her family, determined to collect memories to pass along to her two daughters. To Camille, it was family first before her role as the Duchess of Valtoria. Nothing was more important than Drake, Lily and Luna.

‘Hi mommy.’

Camille looked up to see Lily skipping into the living room. She was wearing her fluffy pink bathrobe and unicorn slippers, fresh from her bath. She barrelled into Camille’s open arms, hugging her mother tight.  She then settled down on Camille’s lap, snuggling into her soft white sweater. She breathed in Camille’s Chanel perfume, smiling as she did so.  

‘What are you doing?’ Lily asked, reaching out to stroke a picture of her father, Drake.

‘I’m making a scrapbook of photos,’ Camille told her. ‘Wanna help?’

‘Yeah!’

Camille pressed a kiss on top of Lily’s head. ‘You can be in charge of glue.’

She handed her daughter a stick of glue. Lily looked up at her with a glint in her eye. ‘Can I use glitter?’

‘Glitter’s a little messy, baby,’ Camille said gently. ‘But I would love your help with the glue. Not too much now, just enough so the photos stick to the paper.’

Lily took a photo and turned it over so she could glue the back. Her tongue stuck out as she concentrated on applying the right amount of glue; she was a perfectionist. As she worked on gluing the photo to the scrapbook paper, Camille scanned the photographs she had collected, trying to settle on the next one to put in the book. 

Drake came into the room with Luna in his arms. His eyes widened in mock surprise and he gasped, ‘Look, Luna, there they are!’

Luna nuzzled her face into Drake’s neck as he carried her across to Camille and Lily. Drake ruffled Lily’s hair and leaned down to kiss Camille on the cheek. ‘You guys scrapbooking?’ he asked, settling down on the sofa. Luna clambered over him, warbling to herself. 

‘I’m helping with the glue!’ Lily said with a burst of pride.

‘That’s great, honey. You’re so helpful,’ Drake told her, giving her a warm smile. Lily grinned and bounced up and down on her heels, pleased to receive praise from Drake. She idolised her father; everything he did was met with wonder by Lily. Their bond was a deep one and everyone knew it. 

‘You look stunning in this photo,’ Drake said to Camille, picking up a photograph of them on their wedding day. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he smiled down on the image. ‘God, I felt so lucky. I still am.’

Camille leaned against Drake’s legs and let her head fall back so she could look up at him. Drake was still smiling at the photo, studying the details. 

‘I’ll put that in next then,’ Camille murmured. Drake grinned and handed her the photograph. Camille passed it to Lily who applied just the right amount of glue, while Camille wrote a caption in her loopy handwriting. 

‘Our wedding day. I think we are listening to Olivia’s speech?’

Olivia’s Speech

Olivia made her way up to the stage and shook her shoulders out, adopting a haughty pose. She cleared her throat down the microphone, not wanting to beg for attention. These people could just stop their laughing and merriment right now and listen to her speak. 

She looked out at Drake and Camille who were sitting together, practically glowing. It was their wedding day; the happiest day of their life together so far. Camille had taken her veil off so she could relax a little, while Drake had taken off his suit jacket. His hand was clasped around hers as they spoke to each other, smiling and laughing. 

Olivia’s heart tugged. She didn’t believe in love, not really. She viewed being in love as a negative trait, comparing it to willingly volunteering yourself to stand in front of the firing squad. Why would you want to give your heart to someone who could break it if they wished?

But Drake and Camille were slowly changing Olivia’s mind. As she had watched their relationship blossom, she could see that Drake and Camille had an epic love. A love that would echo through the ages; they only had eyes for each other. 

Olivia wondered what that felt like. 

Camille caught her eye and nodded, standing up so she could address the wedding guests. ‘Everyone, Olivia is going to make a speech!’ she called out. Everyone shut up and turned to look at Olivia, who was looking down at them all with her lip curled.

‘Jesus, you’re all so rude..’ she muttered.

They laughed.

Olivia sighed. Of course they would think she was joking. Imbeciles. 

She cleared her throat. ‘Alright, so as everyone knows, I am the maid of honour. I was asked to write a speech to commemorate today’s event so you all have the pleasure to hear my dulcet tones for the next five minutes.’

More tinkly laughter. 

Olivia opened her piece of paper that had her speech written. She exhaled. ‘So, I don’t know if any of you are aware but for a long time, Drake and I hated each other.’

More laughter.

‘No no,’ Olivia interrupted. ‘Not funny. Seriously, we genuinely hated each other.’

The room went silent. Drake was turning pale with wide eyes; clearly, he hadn’t expected Olivia to be so bold. 

‘We grew up together but the glue that kept us from really killing each other was our friend, Liam. He was a buffer. We grew up together in the palace, attending lessons; while Liam studied hard, Drake would fall asleep at his desk. I would aim spit balls at him, trying my best to annoy him. As we grew older, we became more hostile.. My fault. I’ll admit that I have said some truly terrible things to Drake in the past, things I’m not proud of..’

Olivia cast a glance at Drake. He gave her a nod, silently willing her to go on. Camille had her arm around his shoulders, her fingers stroking his neck. 

‘When Camille came to court, my attention focused on her instead. I don’t know why, I suppose it was because she was American and new blood. I didn’t understand why a waitress from New York was in the palace in the first place. So I tried my best to undermine her. And because my attention was focused on her, I started to see Camille and Drake grow closer.’

She paused and willed her hands to stop shaking; for some reason, recounting her past thoughts made her feel sick. She had changed in the past few years; she was less of a bitch now, more open to having friends. Talking about the past made her wish that she had been nicer, more kind. Especially now that Drake and Camille were her friends. She was the maid of honour at their wedding, for God’s sake.

‘I saw Drake smiling more,’ she said. ‘He would take part in court events, which was new. Often he stayed in the background, looking like a grumpy loser, but something seemed to change within him. Camille would ask him to dance and he would do it. He was terrible, mind you, but he still tried.’

Drake smiled. Encouraged, Olivia went on, her hands ceasing to shake and her voice grew steadier. 

‘Camille was inching away from the crown, unknowingly finding her way towards a future that was entirely different,’ she said. ‘I could see that she would look at Drake when she thought he wasn’t watching; she would blush when he joked with her; she would smile differently, more genuinely. I found that I stopped bullying her and I started to get to know her. I soon realised that she was in love with Drake Walker, the boy who never danced and who I would aim spit balls at.’

The room laughed again. Olivia smiled now. 

‘I don’t believe in love,’ she admitted. ‘Never have, never will. I find it weak - and I know that is an unpopular opinion. But when I look at you both.. Drake, Camille.. I find that I am starting to change my mind. If Drake Walker, the man who was actually like me; who was cynical and viewed the world through harsh eyes, could find love, and actually be happy.. Then why can’t I? I see how much they love each other, how they are always on the same team. And isn’t that what we all need? We need a team mate, someone who always has your back, who can defend you against harsh words and sharp daggers-’

‘Liv, we’re not going into battle,’ Liam called out, teasing her.  The room giggled and Olivia rolled her eyes. She looked at Camille, who gestured for her to ignore the teasing and continue with the speech. 

‘Drake and Camille are a team,’ she said. ‘A partnership. I’m so looking forward to watching your next chapter unfold, guys. It’s been an honour to be the maid of honour at your wedding and I can only hope that I’ll get the chance to adopt more roles as your life together goes on.. Ahem, like cool Aunt Olivia for your future babies.’ 

Camille blushed, looking down at her hands. Drake chuckled and squeezed her hand.

Olivia raised her champagne glass, prompting everyone else to follow. Drake and Camille held theirs up too; a camera flashed, capturing the couple. Olivia looked at them with warm eyes.

‘To Mr and Mrs Walker,’ she said softly. ‘Thanks to you both, I’m starting to see love as something that is all encompassing and good, nothing to be afraid of. I wish you a lifetime of happiness.’

‘To Mr and Mrs Walker!’ the room chorused. 

Olivia cleared her throat and fixed Drake with a steady stare, making him lean back in his chair.  ‘Drake, if you hurt her, I swear to God, I am coming after you.’

The room laughed, as did the newlyweds, and Olivia gave them both a cheeky wink. She raised her glass in the air. 

‘Cheers everyone!’ 

[harrowharkboygf]

double trouble and the one (1) time they were good with kids

Double Trouble has never thought of themself as a “kid person”. All of the creatures they could choose to interact with on Etheria, children were certainly not at the top of the list. But for Finn, they would make an exception. read on ao3 | blm donation commissions

As they flipped through the pages of their notebook, Double Trouble became increasingly irritated. All they had wanted to do was research for their latest play—a harrowing tale of love between two First Ones—and word on the street was that Madame Razz was the only person left on Etheria who remembered what the long-gone civilization had actually been like.

But talking to her was absolutely incomprehensible. She spouted more nonsense than anyone Double Trouble had ever met, and they’d met Entrapta. How in the world were they supposed to properly act when they were incapable of understanding who their character was? They were a method actor, for fuck’s sake!

They sighed. At least the pie Razz had made had tasted good. They reclined back in their perch amongst the treetops, marking up their script with what little information they had. Worst come to worst, Double Trouble could always pay a visit to Brightmoon. Surely Adora knew something about the First Ones, being She-Ra and all that.

“I think we’re lost,” a little voice said from below them.

“We’re not lost, Luna!” a different voice declared. “I know where we’re going!”

“Suuuuuure,” said a third voice skeptically.

“We aren’t!” the second voice protested.

Double Trouble sat up and peered curiously down to the forest floor, searching for the source of this argument. To their surprise, they saw four little kids slowly making their way through the Whispering Woods.

“We’re going on an adventure,” whined the owner of the second voice, who, they realized, was Catra and Adora’s little kitten, Finn. Double Trouble wondered if the play-sword Finn was holding was one of the ones from the toy weapons set they had given them as a gift when they were born. They were particularly proud of that set—they loved being the one to bring the biggest, most expensive present to a party, and here they had certainly succeeded.

Finn hopped over a tree root with ease. “An adventure means you have to be brave, guys. ”

“I’m brave!” said one of the other kids, who they were also able to recognize by the short, poofy purple hair that popped against her dark skin; this was one of the Princesses of Brightmoon. Archie crossed her arms, looking exactly like Glimmer. “I think you don’t know where the castle is.”

Finn huffed. “Finding it is part of the adventure!”

Archie’s twin, who was nearly identical save for her hair, which was just as poofy but bright pink and pulled into two pigtails, clutched her sister’s hand nervously. “The forest is kind of scary,” she whispered.

The fourth kid—Double Trouble didn’t recognize him, but judging by the pale blonde hair, the scorpion tail and claws, and the flower tucked behind his ear, he was clearly one of Scorpia and Perfuma’s brood—took her tiny hand in his. “The forest isn’t scary, Luna,” he said earnestly. “My moms said that things are only scary if you make them that way.”

Finn grinned, triumphant. “And Archie and Luna’s dad says that all you need is your friends! We have each other, so we can do this! Let’s go!”

Archie still looked unconvinced. “Our parents are really busy today. What if we miss something fun?” she asked.

Luna’s eyes widened. “Do you think so?”

Finn poked at the ground with their toy sword. “No! Today is when all the adults do all the boring stuff, and tomorrow is when everyone else gets here and we do the fun stuff. We can spend a whole day in the castle and they won’ even miss us.”

Luna’s lip had begun to tremble. “I wanna go home,” she whimpered. She tugged at the scorpion boy’s hand. “Ol’ander, let’s go home.”

Oleander gave her a hug. “Don’t cry, Luna!” he said. “I’ll tell you a joke Uncle Sea Hawk told me! What does a seagull say to a—No, wait, I forgot it…”

Finn yanked their sword out of the ground and held it up, looking a little like a mini-Adora. “Come on! We’re on an adventure to the magic castle! We’ll be super brave and do super fun things! Then we go home and have dinner! It’ll be fun.”

The other kids exchanged looks. But then Finn tapped Archie on the nose. “Tag!” they shouted. “Race you to the castle!” They turned and ran through the bushes.

Instantly, the group dissolved into laughter. They squealed and shrieked as they chased after Finn, all worries vanishing immediately.

Double Trouble turned back to their script. A little unsupervised excursion was good for kids. Healthy, even. After all, they’d mostly been left to their own devices as a child, and they’d turned out wonderfully! These little children would be fine. And Double Trouble was not exactly tripping over themself to go spend time with a bunch of kiddies anyway.

But then they had an idea. They assumed that the “magic castle” the kids were referring to was the Crystal Castle—also known as a First Ones artifact. It could be the missing piece in the puzzle that was their script! Just one tour around the place and they could learn so much about their character. It was perfect!

Double Trouble transformed into a bird and flew towards the castle. It wasn’t hard to find, being a huge crystal structure in the middle of the wilderness. They landed in front of it and shifted back into their usual form.

The castle itself was shut tight against the outside world, with no obvious signs of entry. They could see a few tiny footprints in the grass near the front of the building, but it was unclear how—or if—the kids had gotten inside. Double Trouble sighed. The life of an actor was one of suffering.

They shifted back into a bird, flying themself to the top of the castle. Maybe they could find an entry point that way. It took some poking and prodding, but they finally managed to find a square of crystal that seemed loose enough to pry off—

The piece they were standing on shattered, sending them crashing through the roof.

Double Trouble stood up, trying to adjust to the dim light. The room was lit with tiny glowing panels along the walls; it was completely empty. They pulled out their notebook, reaching out carefully to touch the wall.

A scream split the air.

Double Trouble whirled around, searching for the source of distress. Then they remembered—the kids.

They quickly sprinted out of the room, not even bothering to transform. Double Trouble may have been a vicious mercenary, but they weren’t nearly heartless enough to let a bunch of five-year-olds die.

They turned a corner, following the sounds of shrieks. The hallways seemed to stretch on endlessly, a twisting, winding maze. After what seemed like an eternity, they came upon the source of the commotion:

A huge, angry spider was advancing on the kids, who were backed into a corner. Separating them and Double Trouble was a gaping, cavernous hole. The only way across was by a narrow, partially eroded pillar that had fallen and landed over the hole.

As the spider clicked it’s pincers, Archie shouted, “Use your magic!”

Luna, who was being clung to by Oleander and her sister, clapped her hands together frantically. “Can’t!” she wailed, tears gushing down her cheeks. “I don’t know how!”

Double Trouble began to make their way across the pillar, moving gingerly to avoid it breaking down even more. They clearly weren’t moving enough; the spider lunged at the kids, and they howled in fear, pressing closer together. All of them shrunk back, until their backs touched the wall.

All of them except Finn, who jumped forward, shielding the other children.

“For the honor of Grayskull!” they screamed, holding out their toy sword with such confidence that for a second, Double Trouble actually expected them to transform into a glowing warrior.

The spider hesitated for the briefest second, and Finn used that opportunity to thrust their sword towards its face. The blade grazed the creature’s skin harmlessly. (Next time, Double Trouble decided, they would get the kid something actually sharp).

Undeterred, Finn hurled the sword at its face as hard as they could. It bounced off its nose, knocking the toy several feet away. The spider made a horrid, grating noise of anger. Fear crossed Finn’s face for the first time.

Luckily, Double Trouble had just reached the end of the plank. They leapt off of it, tackling the spider. It hissed and thrashed under their grip. They used all their might to hurl it against the wall, before jumping off quickly and landing in front of the kids.

“Hi, Mx. Double Trouble!” said Finn cheerfully. Meanwhile, the spider managed to free itself from the wall, shaking its head. It gargled in anger. It was clearly disoriented, but for how much longer?

“Hello, little darlings!” they chirped. “Time to go!” They threw their entire weight against a nearby pillar, causing it to tip and careen into the pillar next to it. The pillars crashed into each other slowly, falling like dominoes.

Double Trouble grabbed Finn and one of the twins by the backs of their shirts and hauled them out of the way. They swept the other two children along with their tail. As the pillars fell, building a wall of stone and rubble between them and the spider, Double Trouble herded the small children out of the room. “Which way to the exit, little explorers?” they asked.

Archie pointed down a hallway. “I think…”

They immediately sprinted in that direction, their little gaggle stumbling after them, all holding each other’s hands.

The group reached a room that looked identical to the others. But Finn said, “This is where the ramp is!” And sure enough, a ramp descended from the ceiling, letting a beam of sunlight from the outside.

They all ran up the ramp and out of the castle. Once they reached the surface, the ramp closed behind them, sealing up the castle once more. The kids all collapsed onto the grass, obviously exhausted and shaking.

Oleander pulled a flower out of the ground and tucked it behind his ear, to replace the one that had fallen out during their mad dash. “We did go on an adventure,” he said, with the optimism that his family was apparently incapable of losing.

Archie poked Finn in the stomach. “How come you didn’ turn into She-Ra like your mommy does?”

Finn frowned, looking annoyed. “I dunno!”

Double Trouble laughed. They patted the kid on the head. “A bunch of scared little children are no match for one of those spiders, even if you’d had She-Ra’s sword. You’re lucky I found you in time, little one.”

Finn’s pout grew bigger. “I wasn’t scared!”

“Sure you weren’t.” They got to their feet, dusting off the grass sticking to their clothes. “Come along, children. Back to Brightmoon we go.”

“This’s one of Mommy and Daddy’s friends,” Luna explained to Oleander in a whisper as they walked. “They visit sometimes and tell Mommy things.”

“What sort of things?” asked Oleander.

“Secrets,” said Double Trouble, and winked. Being the queen’s spy was not their full time job—that would always be the theater, of course—but it was a good way to keep themself entertained in between shows. And they loved sharing the gossip around Etheria, so it worked out very well.

Finn bounced over to Double Trouble’s side. “I wasn’t scared!” they announced. “I was just pretending.”

They snorted. “Well then you’re quite the actor.”

The kid stomped their foot. “I can act! I’m the best at the pretend games we play.”

Double Trouble shook their head sagely. “True acting isn’t just pretending…” they said. They tipped their head back as they transformed, shrinking down and sprouting fur and blond hair that was thicker and lighter than their own. Finn gasped as they came face-to-face with their mirror image.

“…You gotta become your character,” Double Trouble told them, delighting in the look of awe that spread across their face, and the shock that permeated the air around the rest of the group. They lingered in that form for a minute before shifting back.

“That’s not fair,” Finn protested as they continued walking. “Not everyone can do that. You’re cheating.”

“Not cheating, darling—simply utilizing my full potential.” They winked, enjoying the way the kid got increasingly irritated with every word. Meanwhile, the other children chattered on behind them, engaged in their own conversation. Double Trouble made sure to glance back every few seconds, to make sure no other creatures had attempted to sweep them away.

Finn crossed their arms determinedly. “I can’t do that, but I can act!”

“Oh? Prove it then, why don’t you?”

Finn cocked their head, standing up straighter. Their eyes widened just slightly, their tail curling in a motion that was decidedly uncat-like. They put their right hand on their hip, which jutted out slightly, and they used their left hand to examine their nails, an air of aloofness eminenting from the young child. “Hello, little darling,” they hissed at Double Trouble.

Double Trouble gasped. That was an almost perfect imitation of their voice and mannerisms! The kid was a natural. “Well played, little one. I’m sure your mothers will love to see you reenact this dramatic tale—”

The kids all gasped in unison. “Don’t tell our parents!” Archie begged.

Double Trouble raised an eyebrow. “Are we, perhaps, going to be yelled at when we return, children?”

“Not yelled at,” said Finn. “My moms don’t yell! They say we have to use our nice words when we’re upset.”

“But…” Luna trailed off, biting her lip.

“But?” Double Trouble prompted.

“But…our parents don’t know we’re not at Brightmoon,” Oleander confessed, looking down at the ground.

“We snuck out,” Archie chimed in. “It was Finn’s idea!”

“Was not!” Finn snapped, scuffing the dirt with their feet. “You all wanted to go on an adventure! Besides, everyone’s super busy with that whole ann-verse-ree thing tomorrow.”

Ah, the yearly anniversary of the defeat of Horde Prime. It was quite a big celebration that was hosted at Brightmoon, and Double Trouble could easily see how the kids could feel ignored during the hustle and bustle of the preparations. They knew how it felt to not be the center of attention, after all.

“And,” Oleander added, a pout on his face, “my sisters won’t let us play iceball with them.”

“They said we’re too young!” Archie said indignantly. “Melody and Hope are only three years older than us!”

“Please don’t tell our parents!” Finn pleaded, putting on their sweetest face. “My moms will be so worried . They don’t let me do anything fun already. Uncle Sea Hawk was gonna show us how’t ride a flaming boat and my moms said no!”

“Gee, little one, I wonder why.”

Archie stared at them, a surprisingly calculated look on her baby face. “Aren’t you going to get in trouble, too?” she asked.

Double Trouble blinked. “Pardon?”

“No one’s s’posed to go in the castle,” Archie said, slowly. “Adora says it’s dangerous and no one’s allowed in it. Doesn’t that mean you too?”

Finn picked up on where she was going with this. “If you don’t tell on us, we won’t tell on you!” they said. “Then Glimmer won’t be mad at you.”

Double Trouble stared at the two of them incredulously. “Are you… manipulating me into deceiving your parents for your own gain?”

“I don’t know what that means,” said Finn, “but yes!”

They gave a dramatic sigh. “Alright, children, you win.”

——

Glimmer crossed her arms, glaring down at them. “Where in the world have you four been all afternoon?”

Archie blinked up at her innocently. “Playing hide ‘n’ seek right here in the gardens.”

“I won!” chirped Luna.

“I almost won,” added Oleander.

“And why didn’t you come out when we were calling for you?” Bow asked.

“Uh, ‘cause we were hiding?” Finn pointed out, with a lot of cockiness for a five-year-old.

“Riiiiiight,” said Catra, staring down at her child with a hefty amount of skepticism. “And none of Oleander’s sisters saw you guys playing, despite them also being in the gardens? What’s the reason for that, kiddo?”

Finn blanched. Perfuma knelt down in front of the kids. “You can tell us where you’ve really been, sweet ones,” she promised. “We just want your honesty.”

“We were!” insisted Finn. “We have proof! Swift Wind!”

That was their cue. Double Trouble huffed, feeling utterly humiliated at having to play the talking horse. But it wasn’t the worse role they’d had to play—being a Horde clone had been completely abhorrent.

“Did someone say… Swift Wind!” they shouted as they trotted out of the bush. At least the horse shared their passion for theatrics.

Adora perked up. “Hey, Swiftie,” she said. “Have you been playing hide-and-seek with the kids this afternoon?” It was obvious that she was not the disciplinarian.

“Indeed I have,” Double Trouble proclaimed, lifting one hoof for emphasis. “And they’re quite the good hiders, too! Isn’t that right!” They nudged Finn lightly. The kid nudged them back.

“I had the best hiding spot, Mommy!” they told Adora.

Scorpia relaxed. “Alright, we believe you!” If anyone was less thrilled than Adora about having to be the bad guy, it was her. She scooped the children up in her arms, squeezing them tightly as they giggled, squirming around in her hug. “Next time, add a rule that makes it okay to come out of your hiding spots when we call you for ice cream.”

They all perked up. “Is there still ice cream left?” Luna asked.

“You betcha!”

Adora smiled. “Come on, let’s go inside and get some,” she said. The group turned and started heading towards the castle door. The events of the day clearly hadn’t left any lasting trauma on the children—they were as bouncy and bubbly as ever, asking the adults a million questions about the anniversary celebration and the desserts they’d be serving. It was kind of cute, Double Trouble admitted. They watched Catra fondly adjust the red scarf tied around Finn’s neck, as they babbled on without taking a breath.

Adora was the last to leave. She paused, looked over her shoulder. “And for future reference, Double Trouble,” she said, a gleam in her eye, “next time, choose someone to impersonate that I don’t have a sacred magical connection with.” Then she followed after the rest of her family, leaving them gaping.

But Double Trouble wasn’t even miffed at being found out. Because they’d discovered something extraordinary—an actor with talent that could one day rival theirs. They had finally found a protégé!

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Summary: no summary as of yet.

A/N: so it begins...

We slowly made our way to what they called the Mothership. It is essentially the training ship where all the recruits are brought after they first enlist. We are supposed to live there for the first five months of our training.

"God, I feel like I'm going to puke." Tanya says anxiously.

"Stop it. You'll be fine." I tell her.

"Okay, okay.." She says quietly, closing her eyes firmly.

I looked over at her sympathetically.

"Take some deep breaths, okay? I'm right here." I told her calmly.

I wished I could rub her back or something, to try and help soothe her nerves. The straps kept us tightly in place. I can't blame her for being nervous. The shuttle was tossing and shaking around, sometimes violently, all I did was close my eyes. Eventually, the ship found itself in the hangar. The straps immediately detached as the blast door of the shuttle opened. I got up, almost falling over from the change in gravity. I extended my hand to Tanya. She grabbed it tightly. I helped her up. She wobbled around the first few seconds but slowly regained her balance. We all made our way out of the shuttle and into the central hanger bay. I slowly gazed around. There were several other shuttles stationed inside, and I also noticed other groups of recruits. I'd say there would have been at least three hundred and fifty of us. Suddenly, a blue-colored slip is thrust into my hands.

"Line up in front of the officer holding your matching colored slip!" Yelled a short man who was handing out the small plastic cards.

I quickly looked over at Tanya. Hoping she had the same color card as me. She lifted a yellow card. I shook my head. Before I could make my way over to her, a man's chest blocks my view. I look up and notice a familiar face, James. He smiled down at me, holding up a matching blue card.

"Looks like we're on the same squad." He said in a cheery tone.

"True that." I agreed.

"What'd you think of the ride over?" He asked.

"I-It was good." I said, slowly trying to peer behind him.

"You looking for someone?" He asked with a quizzical look painted on his face.

"Yeah... my friend. Short, red hair," Before I could finish my sentence, she appeared next to James.

She shoved a blue card in my face. I tilted my head to the side and looked at her.

"And how did you get this?" I asked.

"I may or may not have won a rock, paper, scissors game for it." She giggled playfully.

"I wouldn't doubt it." I smiled, ruffling her hair.

I introduced James to Tanya before making my way over to the officer with a blue card in hand. The loud-mouthed man took us on a small tour of the ship and its facilities. He explained our routines. Wed be waking up every morning at seven am, sharp. We would then go to the mess hall along with all the other recruits and eat breakfast. We would have physical training from eight until twelve. Lunch, then we would have weapons and tactical training from two until four. We had personal recreational time from four until six, dinner, then bed. Repeat every day. After some time we finally finished, he leads us to the dorm area. I didn't share a room with Tanya. We sadly weren't able to choose our dorm-mates. I walked into the cramped living space. There were two beds, two dressers, two desks, and a fluorescent wall light illuminating the room. It seemed my roommate hadn't arrived yet, so I went ahead and sat on the bed on the right side of the room. The mattress was firm, the pillow was quite lovely, and the blankets were thick.

"Hey there." spoke a strong but feminine voice in the doorway.

My head snapped to the source of the sound, a tall, golden-haired girl with icy blue eyes walked in the room. She sat on the bed across from me and extended her hand for me to shake.

"Looks like we're going to be roommates, the names Elizabeth, but you can call me Liz." She told me.

I shook her hand firmly.

"Luna. Nice to meet you. Are you from Corriel too?" I asked.

"Likewise, and no. I'm from Maaia." She told me.

I should have noticed that. The Maaians are known for the majority of their population having striking light blue eyes. We talked about her people and my own. She tells me that her planet is simply beautiful, unlike my own. Liz is a strong woman; it seems. She knows a lot about nature and science. She used to study the environments on different planets but realized that there was a cause more important. Her dad served too. I guess we have one thing in common. I checked my watch. Twelve Thirty. Soon enough, we were called out of our rooms and back into the hallway. 

"I'm sure you're all hungry after the tour. Hopefully, you were paying enough attention and remember where the mess hall is because you kids are on your own. Now go get some grub." The man clasped his hands tightly and nodded at us. 

All the recruits looked around for a moment before heading down the hallway. I stayed back a second to meet up with Tanya. I greeted her with a quick hug before we got behind the others. 

"So, what'd you think of your roommate?" I asked. 

"She's pretty quiet. Her name is Kailey." She told me, sighing.

"Well, my roommate turned out to be pretty cool," I told her, nudging her arm playfully.

"Not as cool as you, of course." I beamed. 

Tanya smiled at my comment. I asked for her opinion on the tour. She told me that she thought everything was quite neat. She had never seen a ship so advanced before. Before enlisting, Tanya had worked on many Corrielan warships as a medic. She's already seen her fair share of ships and space. The mess hall was a large room with high ceilings. All the walls were gray and plain, rows of high-school cafeteria-like tables filled the room. We got into a long line and got ourselves a tray. The food was in the form of small nutrient bars, small but filling. They were dry and tasteless, but at least it was something. 

"So whaddya think?" A boy asked, holding a bar. 

"Not too bad, I suppose." I answered. 

"Wells, at your service." He nodded politely. 

"Luna and this is my good friend Tanya here." I gestured beside me.

Tanya smiled and waved shyly. I looked over at her.

"You think he's cute?" I asked her telepathically. 

"Get outta my head, meanie." She responded through her thoughts.

I chuckled to myself as she nudged my arm lightly. 

"What's so funny?" Wells asked curiously. 

"What? Oh, nothing." I smiled while answering his question.

"Mhm, for sure." He narrowed his eyes at me playfully before smiling. 

We talked with Wells, along with two other recruits he had introduced us to. Liam and Bella. It turns out those two were twins too, a rare sighting these days. Lunch was soon finished, and all the recruits were walking around the ship. Tanya and I found our way to the lounge. Several sofas and tables scattered around the room, along with some pool tables and a drink bar, robot-controlled, of course. 

"You go ahead. I'll grab drinks." I tell Tanya.

She heads off to find a vacant place to sit as I walk over to the small bar. I lean over the counter top, waiting for a chance to order. Eventually, the robot comes to my side of the bar, its human form but still metal and unemotional. 

"What would you like?" It asked with a monotone voice. 

"One murriel juice and ice water, please." I requested.

I looked around the room before sensing a familiar presence to the side of me. I glanced to my right, my eyes settling on James. 

"Can't seem to get rid of you, can I?" I asked, smirking up at him. 

He looked down at me, shaking his head. 

"Nope." He joked.

There was silence for a few moments.

"You could always come to sit with Tanya and me." I suggested, tilting my head slightly. 

"You sure? Wouldn't wanna bother you both." He said before turning to order his beverage. 

"Couldn't bother me even if you tried." I winked, grabbing Tanya and I's drinks. 

I felt James smile as I returned to my friend. I shook my head and smiled to myself, hoping that he wouldn't become too much of a distraction for me in the coming weeks. I took my seat on the firm sofa next to Tanya. I handed her the juice. 

"One murriel juice, for the lady." I said with a broad smile. 

"Thank you, miss." She joked. 

We talked about our goals and expectations for our upcoming training. I felt as if it wouldn't be too hard for me; being physically enhanced gives me an advantage that others don't. Some would call me a super soldier, but my enhancements were passed down through my family. I was worried about Tanya. She's a small girl, only five four. She's had minor physical training. 

"Hey, I was thinking, tomorrow during our rec hour, that I could take you down to the gym." I told her. 

"Why?" She questioned, furrowing her eyebrows. 

"I don't know. I thought I could teach you a few things, help you get ahead." I said tentatively, not wanting it to come out the wrong way.

"That actually sounds like a good idea. Thanks." She thanked me.

We put our glasses up for a moment. I looked down for a second, trying to imagine all of the possible outcomes of what will come next. It seems like we'll have to find that one out as we go. 

To be continued

[iblue-kitzune]

Of Rising Calamities Beyond the Cosmos: Chapter 10

A/N: And now we have arrived at the final chapter guys! This one is a bit special because it serves as both a regular epilogue (NOTE: There’s a bit of time-skip in here just to let y’all know) and a Halloween chapter, so it’s a half-and-half kind of deal if you want to look at it that way. 

So, with that out of the way now, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter! Happy Halloween everyone!

Droplets of water fell from the air and onto the rocky floor below, which was littered with puddles in every direction Jane looked. And the young woman took care to avoid stepping in one as she walked deeper and deeper into the darkness, a single blue flame lit in the palm of her hand to light her path up ahead.

“[Tell me again why are we exploring this dingy and damp dungeon?]”

“[Jane said she wanted to investigate this place a little bit more thoroughly this time.]”

“[Then why did she send a clone in place of herself and have the three of us accompany it?]”

“[Maybe she thought the monsters and wild animals wouldn’t dare approach her at the sight of us being by her side? I don’t know! I’m not exactly a mind reader or know the woman’s thoughts like you two think I do just because I spend more time with—]”

“Raiden! Gale! Inferno!” the three great spirits went quiet at the sharp voice of the clone and looked up. “I can hear you three you know...despite your whispering,” the trio sweat-dropped and turned their heads away from the moody half-spirit.

‘Finally...’ Jane let out an inaudible sigh when her great spirit companions switched to a different topic. Thank god for that. She didn’t have to listen to either of them complain anymore—even though most of it came from Raiden.

But she wasn’t focused on that. Right now, she just wanted to pass this section of dungeon and get to the next level. 

And sure, it’s been a while since she’s last been down here, but it’s not like Jane had forgotten the layout of the cavern. 

The floor above her, she knew by heart now. This one, however, not so much.

‘All the more reason to check it out.’

When the young woman found this cave two months ago and started to explore it, she made sure that she memorized all of the pathways and secret crevices in this area—well this floor at least, before she left. But now that there weren’t any pressing issues at hand here or any type of commotion happening outside of the cave, she was free to investigate this place without worry for the time being.

There was just so much energy she could feel in here, and so many shiny objects she could see around her, twinkling within the cracks embedded into the walls, and ceiling. All of them had an iridescent glow to them, and all of them were glowing a different color—from golden white, seafoam green, and baby blue to periwinkle, alexandrite, and coral pink. Any one of these could a rare item or ingredient for something; however, Jane wasn’t so sure about that.

‘Maybe I should take a look first.’

The young half-spirit stopped to pull out an empty transparent container with a handle on the top, and set it on the ground. She kneeled, and with her free hand, Jane tapped on it. A small section of the container glowed white and opened up with a chilling swoosh. Then she carefully stuck her fireball inside before pulling her hand back out, watching the hole close up and disappear. 

Satisfied with her work, she moved away from her makeshift lantern and stood halfway up, making sure to crouch on the balls of her feet. And once she did, the clone of Jane bounded high into the air with just a single leap and latched onto one of the stalagmites hanging from the ceiling. 

‘Wow!’ her eyes turned into stars at the sight of many items and gems staring at her right in the face. ‘There’s so stuff...huh?’ she trailed off with a silent gasp. But that didn’t last long as the look of excitement entered her golden brown-amber eyes, and replaced her awe.

‘Oh my god! Is that what I think it is?!’

She was in heaven right now, and rightfully so because she could see a bunch of stuff on the ceiling and higher end of the walls ranging from bottle based items: 

Holy Bottle, Dark Bottle, Life Bottle, Panacea Bottle, and Syrup Bottle 

To tool based items: 

Banrea, All-Divide, Hourglass, Spectacles, Dried Peels, and Goat Horn

And medicine based items:

 Lemon Gel, Melange Gel, Miracle Gel, Pine Gel, and Elixir

It was hard to believe that she was seeing all of this in one place since they would normally be spread out throughout the cave, or just be hidden in some obscure spot no one would bother to check, especially if it’s not sticking out in the open. But Jane wasn’t like others, and she wasn’t the type to pass up on stuff like this just sitting out here. 

She was like a collector of sorts, and sometimes she likes to stock up on these items for future use. And whatever’s left that she doesn’t use, she mixes them together—much to the surprise of her friends who thought she was crazy for doing something potentially dangerous like that.

To her and everyone else’s shock, the mixed components come out looking totally different. They become a completely new item, medicine, or tool. One with brand new properties that changes after each use. It was something her and her friends had never seen before, and Jane loved it—so did Tony, Bruce, Peter, Shuri, and Strange (to some extent), who were like scientists in their own way as they, too, tended to experiments with things from time to time, magic or not.

Plus, it’s not like she can help it. She was a scientist—and a brilliant one who won the Nobel Prize many years ago at that! 

And as such, Jane felt obligated to mix components with others and see what comes out of it. If the experiment turned out to be a successful one, then the next logical step would be the test the bad boy out and see what it does. If she likes the results of her fruits of her labor, she will keep the finished product and think about making duplicates in the future—which, nine times out of ten, she does.

However, if the whole thing turned out to be a failure in the end, then Jane saw no reason to continue working with the components. She would just dispose of them in the biohazard bin she keeps in her lab.

‘It’s a good thing I found these things. I was just beginning to get low on all of this stuff,’ the clone said as she proceeded to pick them all out of the cracks of the walls and ceilings with her telekinesis.

Two minutes later after gathering all sixteen items and arranging them in a giant ball, the young half spirit took out a black-light blue accented bag that had a star shaped zipper on it, and unzipped the thing. The pile fell neatly inside, and Jane zipped the bag up before making it vanish back into her pocket dimension.

“[Are you done with collecting items, Jane?]” she heard Gale ask, and looked down at him and the other two great spirits, who were all patiently waiting on her.

“Yeah!” she answered and let go of the stalagmite. “For now I am,” the young woman quickly added once she landed safely on the rocky ground.

Raiden pinched the bridge of his nose while Inferno and Gale sighed to themselves. 

The clone gave them an apologetic smile before she picked up her lantern, turned on her heel, and took off with a light dash, then heard the three flying after her seconds later.

                                            XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Thousands upon thousands of miles away from Snow Lunar Island, and somewhere in London, two animals sat on the front lawn of a huge two-story, thirty-eight hundred square-foot home that had a large walkway area leading over to the garage on the other side, and leading down to the sidewalk where a mailbox stood in place. 

The first animal was a large midnight blue and pale yellow dog with extra fur that was colored black on its back and fluffy tail, which was tipped magenta at the end, black hind paws, black tipped pointy ears, and magenta eyes while the second animal was a large royal purple and white bird with teal colored markings on the sides of its cheeks, the inner lining of its wings and the tips of its feathered tails, which were also tipped white, yellow talons, and teal eyes.

The two were currently playing a game of fetch with Darcy, who decided to come out here and play with Jane’s pets. No offense to her friend or anything, but she got tired of waiting in the lab on Jane to finish streaming the mini expedition her clone, Inferno, Gale, and Raiden were on. 

As exciting as it was to see what the inside of that mysterious cave was like on one of the three twenty-four inch screen desktop computers of Jane’s, she got really bored thirty minutes into the video when nothing of interest was happening. And so, she told Jane that she’ll be outside with Luna and Raymond, who is called Ray for short, sometimes—but only by his owner and her closest friends.

And that happened an hour ago.

“Luna!” she shouted, grabbing the dog’s attention, “Fetch!” and tossed a red ball with a white strip filled with black diamonds on it up in the air.

Luna barked and ran after it; however, Raymond, who she thought of like a little brother to her, swooped down and quickly yet carefully caught the ball with his talons. She stared in disbelief at the bird, who gave her a bird-like cry of laughter, and flew over to the human woman.

Darcy sweat-dropped and caught the ball Raymond dropped in her right hand. “Sorry Luna! I guess Ray beat ya to it!” she said to dog and almost rolled her eyes at the display of Ray puffing his chest out in pride. “Wanna try again?”

Luna narrowed her magenta eyes and nodded in determination. 

“Woof!”

Before she could get ready, however, her ears perked up at the sound of an engine from a vehicle pulling up in front of the house. When she turned around and saw a dark haired man and light haired woman get out of a red SUV, her eyes lit up at the sight of them and three other people climbing out from the backseat.

“Woof, woof!” she ran over to them with Raymond flying overhead not too far from her.

Darcy looked up to see the two getting petted by Kagome, Sota, Morgan, Pepper, and Tony. Then all of a sudden, she remembered what today was and what was supposed to take place at the Devil May Cry shop tonight.

‘Oh shit! I totally forgot about that!’ she panicked a bit on the inside, and before she could say anything, the Stark family walked up to her with Luna and Raymond in tow.

“Hello Darcy. How are you doing this evening?” Pepper, who was dressed up in a modest-looking devil costume, greeted her with a small smile.

“Splendid,” she answered part truthfully before looking down to see Morgan, who was in a cute little fairy costume. The little girl ran up to her and hugged her. “Oh you look adorable, Morgan!” she cooed.

“Thank you Auntie Darce!” the little six year old said with a big smile on her face.

The young woman grinned down and patted the young girl on her head with her left hand. Though she laughed when Morgan pulled back and gave her a pout before deciding to turn away in the other direction, as if she was saying “don’t look”, to fix her hair. 

“So are you, Jane, and Lady ready for the Halloween party yet?” Tony, who was dressed up in a handsome pirate costume, asked, raising a brow at her casual state of her appearance.

Darcy sweat-dropped. “Eh, not exactly,” she said with a slow shrug until she brightened up and waved her hand in reassurance. “But you guys can wait inside the living room while Jane, Lady, and I go get ready.”

The Stark family looked at each other then back at the young woman.

“That’s fine with us,” Pepper replied.

Darcy nodded and led the family along with Jane’s pets up the walkway to the house.

                                            XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Jane stared at her desktop monitor, watching her clone and the three great spirits arrive inside of a brightly lit room filled with shiny gems that were embedded in the stalagmites hanging from the cavern ceiling. There was also some kind of runes, black in color, etched onto the walls, giant potholes that were either filled up with water or had a large glowing gem stuck inside of it on the ground, and a bunch of floating platforms gathered around a circle of sharp pillars that contained an unidentified rune inside.

“I sense a large amount of mana and some other kind of energy in this room,” she heard her clone speak.

“[Yes, I sense it too. And it seems to be coming from both the rune behind those pillars and further down the path I see up ahead.]”

‘In that case...’ Jane narrowed her eyes before pressing a button on the side of the wireless headphones she had on her head. “Alright, listen up you four!” she spoke into the built-in mic of her headphones. “Inferno, I want you and my clone to stay there and check out the rune. Run an analysis on it with the Magi Analyzer Spectro-Rod. And in the meantime, Raiden and Gale can go further into the cave and check the other sections out with the other six MASRs. Got it?”

“Yeah! / [Yes!]”

The young half spirit watched her clone pull out twelve intricate-looking silver and violet colored rods with shiny red gems on top of them, and distribute the items amongst her companions evenly. 

With their equipment in hand, the group fanned out and got to work.

‘This will take a while.’

Jane pushed away from her computer desk and leaned back in her rolling chair. Seeing as the young woman had no further instructions to give to the group, she was in the mood for a little break. Maybe she can sneak in a small nap while she was at it too?

“Hey Jane!”

Well so much for that idea.

‘Aw screw it! I’ll just have another me take over.”

With a few simple gestures of her hand, Jane summoned another clone, making it appear by her side in a flash of red flames. Then she took off her headphones and turned to face the second clone. “Since there’s a high chance that Darcy is calling me to either come do something for her or drag me out of the house with her somewhere, stay here and watch the video and the other desktop monitor. Give more instructions to the group if you have to, okay?” she told her and handed them over to her.

Her second clone nodded and took the headphones, putting them on right away.

“Jane!”

A small sigh left the young astrophysicist’s mouth as she rolled around in her chair and faced her ex-intern and best friend, who was standing in the doorway of her lab and panting out of exhaustion.

“I thought you said you were going to be outside with Luna and Ray for a while? And why in the world do you look so out of breath?” she frowned at her.

“I was at first but then Tony and his family stopped by, so I told them they can wait in the living room while I come get you,” Darcy answered. “Oh and the reason why I’m so tired is because I ran up the stairs to put your pets in your room then ran back downstairs and came over here.”

Jane sat up. “Huh? Why didn’t they call—oh...” she leaped from her chair, her eyes wide in shock. “Oh god! They came to pick us up for the party at Dante’s place tonight, right?” the young woman grabbed her clone, who was looking so puzzled by what was going on, and sat her down in the chair. “Darcy! Why didn’t you remind me?” she moved away and rushed past her best friend.

Thankfully, Darcy moved out of the way in time to avoid getting ran over by her former boss who already bolted out the door and into the hallway. 

“Hell if I know! Look, how the heck was I supposed to remind you if I forget about the whole thing myself?” she whined at the older woman and ran after her, but not before shutting the lab door closed.

“That’s surprising to hear coming from someone like you who loves parties,” Jane said over shoulder at Darcy, who caught up with her.

Darcy rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Let’s just hurry up and get dressed in our rooms then see if Lady’s up yet—”

“There’s no need for that,” came the muffled voice of Lady.

The two women looked up to see their other roommate standing at the end of the hallway, already decked out in an elegant kitsune costume she was wearing for the night. And to complete the look, she had a mask on her face that came with it too.

“You two are the only ones that are not ready. We have three hours until the party starts at seven. I suggest you hurry up on upstairs to your rooms and get dressed so that all eight of us can leave the house and get there on time,” she continued and turned around. “I’ll be waiting in the living room with Tony and his family in the meantime.”

Then she was gone.

“Let’s go before she comes back here and yells at us.”

“Yeah, good idea.” 

The two quickly made it out of the hall, passing through the lobby area, and headed up the long stairs.

                                            XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Two hours have gone by since Lady had last seen her two roommates on the first floor hallway, and she was starting to get a little anxious now. They were starting to run out of time. Sure the drive from here to the shop wasn’t far—just a thirty minute drive...if you don’t count running into any traffic along the way, but she rather be safe than sorry, and show up at the party on time. It was a routine of sorts she got into since she started working as a devil hunter all those years back and had to meet up with her clients at the destination on time, something that they —and even Vergil, who teamed up with her a few times in the past on missions, and he always made a point to meet up with her halfway so that they can head over to their client’s destination together— appreciated her greatly about.

‘Unbelievable...what are those two taking so long for?’ Lady thought to herself in irritation as she sat on the couch in between Kagome and Sota, who were watching and laughing in joy at their little sister standing in the middle of the living room, posing for the pictures that Pepper and Tony were taking on their phones.

Just when the devil huntress was thinking about getting up from the couch to check up on Jane and Darcy, she felt both of their presences walked into the room.

“Okay guys, we’re ready!”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the two, a collective gasp leaving their mouths at the sight of them.

First up was Jane. The young woman wore a long dark robe with pale yellow accents and a star symbol on the hood over a midnight bluish-black skin tight sleeveless tunic that had a glowing white star (with a black diamond inside of it) marking on top of an upside glowing white crescent moon sitting on her chest, which had a few stars scattered about. She also wore a full lavender and glowing white accented waist cape-like cloth —that had a slit in the front, back, and both sides— with an intricate pale yellow metallic belt on top, some black tights that were tucked into her tall brown heeled boots, and a long light purple vest with a pale yellow accented high collar that also had a transparent vest in the form of a cloth attached to it on top, and it stopped just a few inches above her ankles.

Then finally, to top the whole look off, Jane wore some large curled dark horns on top of her long stylized white wig, pale yellow contacts over her eyes, and fake elven midnight blue ears over her real ones. She also painted her eyebrows white, painted both her face and whole body midnight blue, and painted some white stars on her bare arms, hands, cheeks, and the bridge of her nose.

“So, what do you think?”

Up next was Darcy. She wore modest-looking one-piece black tube top and purple tights outfit that had small violet bat symbols on her legs, brown arm warmers with white fluff over her bare arms, and some black high-heeled boots on her feet. 

Then to top the whole look off, Darcy wore some black-purple bat wings on the sides of her long stylized green wig and her waist, and green contacts over her eyes.

“Beautiful / Pretty costumes!” Pepper and Morgan cooed in unison.

Sota, who was dressed up in a jester costume, and Kagome, who was dressed up in a witch costume, looked at the two with impressed eyes.

“So cool! You nailed that one star-touched dude from The Dragon Prince down pretty well, Auntie!” Sota said with a grin.

Kagome rolled her eyes at her brother, “His name was Aaravos I believe, Sota...” and turned to her other aunt with a smile. “Anyway, your Morrigan looks wonderful, Auntie Darcy.”

The two said nothing as they beamed under their praises and compliments.

“Well...” Lady began as she and the Starks stood from the couch. “I think it’s about time we head out now.”

They all nodded and headed out of the living room, making their way over to the front door. Jane opened it, letting everyone else out first before stepping outside herself and locked the door behind her. Then she ran to catch up with the others who were waiting for her by Tony’s rental SUV. 

It only took a few minutes for everyone to pile in the vehicle and buckle themselves in before taking off down the road.

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The made it to Devil May Cry, which had been heavily remodeled since anyone’s (except for Lady) last been there, with two minutes left to spare. And the group met up with Nero along with Jude, Elize, Teepo, and Alvin, who were all wearing costumes, inside. 

Then after walking further into the shop, they came across the Sparda twins, Trish, Patty, Nico, Nero’s wife: Kyrie, Jude’s childhood friend: Leia, Kagome’s friends: Shippo, Miroku, and Sango, Clint and his family, Bruce, Bucky, and Peter hanging out in the huge living room.

And since everyone was here now—at least the ones who were invited and able to attend, music started blasting through the speakers that were set up by the wall, signifying that the party has begun. It was also at this time the kids and teenagers went upstairs on the second floor to have their own party in one of the back rooms while the adults stayed downstairs and had their own.

Throughout the whole night, Jane and all the other adults played many games: 

First, they bobbed for apples. And Dante was the only one out of everyone else that was able to snag the most apples from the bucket with Nero coming in second place, Clint in third, Tony and Jane tying in fourth, and everyone else following up after.

Second, they had a drinking contest. And surprisingly enough, Jane and Lady —who weren’t really casual drinkers compared to some of their friends— along with Bucky drank those who participated (Nico, Nero, Alvin, Clint, Tony, Miroku, Sango, Leia, and Trish) under the table.

Third, they all participated in a dance off competition that was held in one of the rooms next over after drinking some water and eating some snacks, which were laced with magic, that sobered them up. Too bad the whole dance thing ended up being awkward for some since they weren’t dancers; however, Dante, Darcy, and Sota slayed the competition with their smooth moves. So in the end, they ended up out dancing them and the ones who already knew how to dance.

And finally, they held a quick costume competition to see who had the best one of them all. It was no surprise that Jane ended being first place winner with Lady coming in second place and Darcy coming in third place.

The party started winding down near ten o’ clock, and by the time eleven o’ clock rolled around, everyone started cleaning up their mess. Due to their combined efforts, the whole group finished putting everything back where they belonged twenty minutes. Then everyone said their goodbyes to each other, and the Sparda twins along with Trish escorted their friends out the door.

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“Hey Jane...” 

The young woman stopped in her tracks, letting Darcy and Lady walk past her towards their home, and turned around to see Tony rolling the passenger window down.

“Yes?” she asked, walking up to the vehicle. Then she blinked in shock when the man picked up a metallic case and held it out to her out the window. “What’s this?” the young half-spirit took the case and looked at it curiously. “What’s in here—” Jane trailed off with wide eyes when she felt the familiar presence of a certain infinity stone inside.

“Think of it as a “trick-or-treat” from me. I want you to look after the thing from now on—at least for a little while until we find a better place to stash the stone...” at Jane's confused look, Tony went ahead and told the woman point blank, “Reindeer Games’ been looking for it. Well, only after he left that morning before you and the others did and came back two weeks later.”

“I see...” Jane mumbled, taking a look around the area to make sure there weren’t any lurkers nearby. When she sensed none, she vanished the case away and asked, “Has he been causing you guys any trouble or bothering you?” in a serious voice.

Pepper frowned from her spot in the driver’s seat. “Other than the few unannounced visits he’s made here and there at our home, no. He’s been strangely compliant with us after Tony and I discovered him playing with Morgan out in our front yard, disguised as a black cat with green eyes no less, one day. Then, we sat him down before he could make his escape and had a nice, long chat with him after that,” she explained.

“That is strange,” Jane looked down with a muse.

“We haven’t heard anything “disastrous” on the news this past month-and-a half, so we assume the guy isn’t causing any trouble,” Tony added. “Then again, as long as Rock of Ages isn’t trying to cause chaos anywhere, take over a city, or kill anyone, Pep and I don’t care what he does in his free time. He can stay here on Earth without any complaints from us. And we won’t take any action against him either as long as he doesn't do any of those three things I listed there.”

Jane nodded. “Do the other Avengers know? And did they agree with this decision?” 

Tony gave her a sly smile. “They do now. I told them during our little “get together” kind of meeting we held at the Tower last week, but that was only after the guy appeared and played a little harmless prank on us before disappearing. The gang weren’t too happy about it in the beginning, which I can understand. But in the end, they reluctantly agreed with my wife and I’s decision,” he explained. “I have no idea what Reindeer Games wants with the Tesseract—which the team also knows about too by the way. But anyhow, that’s not the point! From what Nero, Lady, and Kagome told me, he seems to gets along with you pretty well...” there was something in his tone of voice that made Jane want to glare at him. 

But before she could do so, Tony continued on—and in a normal voice this time. “So, if you happen to run into him in the future, can you try to get an idea of what his motives for the stone are?”

Jane looked up. “I was already thinking about doing that actually,” she replied, repressing a sigh back.

“Oh good!” he sighed in relief. Then he cheered up and gave her a grin. “Well, have a good night Jane!”

“You too! And thanks for dropping me and the girls off, Pepper!” she waved at them both with a smile on her face. “Have a safe trip back to the hotel!”

The two waved back before the window rolled up and the SUV took off.

Three minutes passed by with nothing but serene silence. And once she no longer saw her friend’s rental vehicle in the distance, Jane turned around and started walking towards her home, the one she shared with Lady and Darcy.

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The clone slowly looked up at the sound of door opening up behind her, and she turned around to see Jane, who was still in her Aaravos costume, standing in the doorway of the lab.

“Did you capture anything good?” she asked, watching over to her.

Without saying anything, the second clone nodded and stood up from the chair, removing the headphones from her head as she did so with a sleepy look on her face.

Jane took the headphones from her then walked right past the clone and stopped in front of the desk. She raised a brow and leaned down to take a closer look at her screen monitor. Even though there was no video showing now, she could see that it had been downloaded and saved right to her desktop along with a new file that she never seen before right next to it. “Hmm...” her eyes narrowed at the title typed on it. “Data Findings from The Cave on Snow Lunar Island,” she quietly read out loud.

‘This will be interesting to look through...’

The young woman placed her headphones down before straightening herself back up. And she stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, slowly going over what she read in her head. ‘But I’ll do that another day. Too damn tired at the moment to do really anything productive,’ she said to herself while covering up a yawn. ‘Now then...’ she uncrossed her arms and turned her attention back on the silent clone. “Since I felt my first clone dismiss herself about an hour ago, I’m gonna assume that Inferno and the other two went home already. Am I right?” at her nod, Jane continued. “Alright then, nice work. I don’t need you anymore for the night,” she said to the clone before sending her off as well.

Once she vanished, Jane shut her computer down and turned it off. “Time to go shower now then head to bed,” she mumbled, sleepily, and walked away.

However, in the midst of her wanting to hurry up and leave the room, there were a few strands of black fur and faint claw marks left behind on the floor, sitting oh-so innocently next to the computer desk that she completely missed earlier.

CLICK!

The door shut closed.

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Anam Cara (Chapter 15)

(Chapter 1)     (Chapter 2)     (Chapter 3)     (Chapter 4)

(Chapter 5)     (Chapter 6)     (Chapter 7)     (Chapter 8)

(Chapter 9)     (Chapter 10)     (Chapter 11)     (Chapter 12)

(Chapter 13)     (Chapter 14)

Luna and Romeo ended up being out all day. The boys kept calling him to check in and make sure everything was alright, they were worried the girl wouldn't come back. She just needed some space. She had calmed down quite a bit and the retail therapy helped her immensely. She knew she overreacted just a bit, she just didn't like the idea of her being so open with the boys when they were keeping things from her. But it was over and done with now and she just wanted to move past it. Romeo had been a good sport all day, only complaining a handful of times as she went in shop after shop. They ended up eating dinner in a fast food place and he was more than happy about that, but now, a billion shops later, they were finally on their way back. She had two bags of shopping with her and Romeo was carrying four more, she had gotten a lot of clothes from thrift stores for herself and even got the boys some things.

They were stood waiting to cross the street when the sound of tires screeching on the road made them jump back. Suddenly a grey van stopped right in front of them and four guys in masks jumped out.

“Aw fuck, chica run!” Romeo yelled, the pair of them dropping the bags as they made a run for it. He gripped her wrist to make her keep up with him and she almost fell over. They turned the corner and she heard bullets ricocheting off the bricks, she almost fucking shit herself.

“Holy shit!” She gasped, trying her best to keep up with her friend as they kept running, going down different side streets to confuse them and lose them. Her heart was hammering relentlessly in her ribcage and she felt like she might keel over and die before the men could get to her anyway.

Romeo ducked in an alley with her, crouching behind a dumpster. He grabbed his gun, thankful he had brought it with him as he loaded it and cocked it ready. Luna could hear the blood whooshing in her ears, she didn’t know if this was to do with the guy who wanted her, or just people that were after her boys in general, but she was scared. Romeo shot her an apologetic look, her whole body was shaking and she looked paler than usual. Her eyes widened when she heard footsteps coming down the alley and she looked to Rome frightened. He raised a finger to his lips, telling her to keep quiet and then he sprang up, gun pointed at the guy. Luna stayed huddled behind the dumpster, she couldn't see what was going on but she heard shouting and then a scuffle and her heart squeezed. She had no idea what to do or how to help him.

“He’s gonna drop his gun in a second.” She jumped when she heard the voice, whipping her head to the side to see someone she had only ever seen in her dreams.

“Rocco?” She whispered, bewildered as she stared at him. It wasn't the first time the dead came to visit her but it had been years since it happened when she was awake.

“The one and only. Now look, if you wanna help my replacement over there, you need to be sharp. When the fucker drops his gun, you gotta grab it and shoot him in the head.” He said firmly, looking at her seriously. She blinked at him slowly, she’d have to shoot someone. Sure he deserved it but she didn't know if she had the balls to take a human life. She couldn't hesitate or they'd both be dead.

“He’s gonna drop it, right...about...now!” She darted from behind the dumpster just in time to see the gun fall to the floor and she grabbed it, pointing it at the man who was pinning Romeo down and she pulled the trigger.

The noise echoed and she stumbled backwards as she felt warm sticky blood spatter onto her face, making her gasp. She watched as the man slumped on top of Romeo, bullet wound in his temple. Romeo shoved him off, scrambling to his feet as he looked at Luna with wide eyes. Her hand was shaking and she dropped the gun, feeling the bile rise in her throat.

“Don’t throw up, don’t wanna leave any DNA behind.” Rocco grinned, making her look to the side seeing him still there, she squinted at him as she tried to breathe carefully.

“Shit, Luna, that was awesome. You did good.” Romeo praised, grateful he was alive and it was all thanks to her.

“Do we...do we need to do the shit with the pennies or what?” She asked, her voice shaky as she stood avoiding looking at the dead body, the man she just killed.

“Nah, it's too messy, might as well just get the fuck outta dodge, the boys are worried about you anyway, they’ve been ringing this assholes phone and he ain’t picked up.” Rocco replied.

“We might as well leave it, we have to head back.” Romeo replied to her question, she heard Rocco snort next to her.

They made their way back in silence and Romeo was a little worried. She was too quiet and she kept glancing to the other side of her like someone was there and it was freaking him out. Not to mention he would have to tell the boys what just happened and they would lose their shit.

“Are you seriously just gonna follow us home?” Luna asked softly, glancing to Rocco. Romeo frowned to himself as he side glanced at her, wondering who the fuck she was talking to.

“Why not? Someone needs to keep an eye on you.” He grinned, making her roll her eyes at him. They got there and went up the fire escape. Romeo was beat to hell and Luna still had blood spatter on her face, she had tried to wipe it off but it had only smeared it around a little.

The boys were sat on the couch and when they saw the state of them, they jumped up.

“What the fuck happened?!” Murphy yelled, storming over and taking Luna's face in his hands as he tilted it, there was blood but it didn't seem to be hers.

“Four guys out of a van got the jump on us, we managed to outrun them, but one of them caught up to us.” Romeo explained as he took his coat off. Luna took hers off, vaguely feeling miffed that all the stuff she had bought today was discarded in the street somewhere after they had to run. The boys tensed up and shared a dark look.

“That doesn't explain why Luna’s got blood on her that ain’t her own.” Connor squinted, eyeing her up. She wouldn't look at them, she didn't know how she felt about taking a man's life. He might have deserved it but it was still difficult for her to deal with.

“Luna shot him, saved my fucking life.” Romeo smiled, almost proudly and the twins' eyes widened as they looked at her.

“Yeah well, I had help.” She mumbled, going to the sink and washing her hands and then her face, trying to scrub off the blood. The boys looked to Romeo curiously and he shrugged.

“She’s been acting weird since it happened, talking to someone who ain’t even there.” He whispered, glancing at her. The boys frowned and then turned back to her as she pat her face dry with the towel.

“Who helped ye?” Murphy asked curiously, making her glance to the side where no one was there. She raised a brow to Rocco, wondering if she should tell them and he gave her a lopsided grin.

“Tell them ‘Hallelujah Jaffar.’” He smirked, making her squint at him. She turned back to the boys, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Hallelujah Jaffar.” She said dryly, knowing they would get the reference. The boys' eyes widened as they glanced to each other, wide grins splitting their faces.

“Rocco's here?” Murphy asked excitedly, making Luna look at him like he was crazy, apparently they seemed to have forgot her and Romeo had just been shot at and she had to take a man's life.

She heaved a sigh and went to sit down, running a hand through her hair.

“Yes, he’s here. He was the one who saved Romeo, and me by all accounts. He told me the guy was gonna drop his gun.” She explained tiredly. The boys moved to the other couch and sat in front of her as Romeo rummaged in the freezer for some ice for his eye.

“Is he doin’ alright?” Connor asked, looking just as excited as his twin that Rocco was around. Luna glanced beside her to the hairy man and he nodded.

“Yeah.” She stated, her nerves were shot and her temper was frayed. She was trying to keep herself in check.

“Ask him what he’s been up te in the after life.” Murphy grinned playfully and despite the fact she loved it when the boy was happy, she snapped.

“I’m not playing Miss fucking Psychic, if you want to talk to him, use a fucking ouija board!” She yelled, standing up and going to the bedroom slamming the door behind her. The boys frowned, glancing to each other before back to the door.

She sat on the mattress, wiping a hand over her face as the reality of the situation settled over her. The door opened and she glanced up to see Murphy walk in hesitantly, like he was scared she might shout at him. He moved to sit in front of her, glancing at her warily.

“We’re sorry, we didn't mean te annoy ye.” He sighed softly, making Luna realise he drew the short straw being the one who had to come and apologize to her. She blew out a breath and leant back against the wall.

“It's fine Murph, I’m just…” She trailed off, not even having the right words.

“Tryin’ te deal with takin’ a man's life?” He offered, giving her a sympathetic smile. She nodded and glanced to her hands, they were still shaking slightly.

“I know it must be hard for ye love. I remember the first time I killed someone. It was when Connor jumped off the roof wit’ a fuckin’ bog te save me. The other guy survived and I bashed his head in with part o’ the toilet.” He frowned, thinking back on that awful day. He had thought that was it for him and his brother that day, that they would be separated forever.

“That was self defense.” She said softly, glancing at him.

“Aye, and so was this. He would o’ killed Rome, and then killed you. Ye did what ye had te do Luna.” He soothed, reaching out and taking her hand. She nodded, trying to let his words comfort her.

“Do you think it’s anything to do with the guy that's after me?” She asked hesitantly. He tensed a little, rubbing his lower lip with his thumb before nodding.

“Aye, too much o’ a coincidence not te be. But we’ll get him. We’ll track the other three pricks down and we’ll send them off te judgement.” He stated firmly. They sat in silence for a moment with him holding her hand.

“So...how did you two decide who was to come in here and talk to me?” She asked with a wry smile, making him blush slightly like he’d been caught out.

“Flipped a coin.” He snorted, glancing at her through his lashes and making her laugh. He smiled at the sound, glad she wasn't mad at them anymore, glad she was okay. The day had been packed full with ups and downs, it had started in the best way and then all went to shit. The news that Rocco was there, looking out for them and their girl, it made him and his brother unbelievably happy. Rocco had saved their lives today, and just knowing he was around, it eased the grief that still settled inside of him.

Murphy had always blamed himself for what happened to him, it was his idea to bring Rocco in on their little vigilante crusade, and it cost him his life. It was nice to know the man didn't blame him or his brother, that he was still there helping him whenever they needed him. It made him wonder what other divine interventions were actually Rocco's doing and he almost laughed at the thought of Rocco being some sort of guardian angel for them all. He wouldn't have picked anyone else. He hoped things would settle now, he knew the girl had to come to terms with what she did, she wasn't like him or Connor. It wasn't easy for her to just take someone's life, even if they deserved it. She hadn't been given that task from God like they had. He couldn't wait to track this fucker down and anyone helping him, taking them out and finally giving their girl the sense of peace she needed. They had to do it asap, today was a wake up call for them all, she wasn't safe anywhere, people were obviously watching her and that spelt trouble for them all, the sooner those fuckers were dead, the sooner Luna could go back to being her usual happy self and not having to look over her shoulder.

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Me, You & Hogsmeade

Me, You, & Hogsmeade

Harry Potter & OC

Word Count: ??? (I'm on mobile)

Gifs - Unsure who owns them sorry, I'm on mobile 🤦

Brief description: You would do absolutely anything to piss your brother off, running late all of the time, be completely oblivious to your surroundings, even spike his drinks with different concoctions that you're trying out, however this scheme looks like it'll rock the sibling bond you two share. Forever.

Inintiate: Operation date Harry. Goddamn. Potter.

The dark black and green robes loosely hung on my arms as I stood next to my brother, who looked impeccable as he stared at me in annoyance. Without saying a word he pulled my robes onto my shoulders and took the small library from my arms. "You really need to remember what the time is, Aquila."

I ran my fingers through my hair before I straighten and tuck my school tie into my grey sweater. "What, and miss the chance of pissing you off each time I'm late?" I took the books from his arms and began walking into the dining hall. "You obviously don't know me well enough, brother, I love pissing you off."

Draco rolled his eyes and sat us next to his friends. Ignoring the group of less than pleasant people I began eating my crumpets while reviewing the potions book father had sent in our last care package.

It was incredibly advanced, in fact a majority of the instructions appeared as gibberish until I waved my wand and translated them into English. "Lia!"

Looking up I spot the beautiful Luna Lovegood forcing herself inbetween Crabbe and Goyle while staring at me in amazement. "I caught one!"

"What? How?!" I say while standing up and reaching out to the small jar in her hands. The glass was cold and I stared into it, attempting to view the little fiend who was on the inside of it.

"It was floating around the common room this morning! Isn't it amazing!" I accepted her glasses and peered into the glass jar.

Inside was a fiesty blue pixie with sharp teeth. It's black, beady eyes staring at me with such hatred it made me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. "Luna, you're brilliant! Just in time too, I finally got the-"

Draco yanked my robe hard, causing me to sit before taking the glass jar out of my hands and looking into it briefly before handing it back to Luna. "Leave," Draco said nastily, however he appeared to have remember our agreement of being nice to my friends, because he didn't dare say anymore.

"I'll talk to you later, Luna! Thank you!" I waved at her as she wondered back over to her table.

Looking back at Draco, I smacked the back of his head before putting Luna's glasses into my pocket. "Be nicer, or I'll dye your hand red, again."

"We agreed not at the table."

"I agreed I wouldn't go over to theirs anymore, not Luna come over to ours."

"Don't hang around her anymore, I've told you this - Even mum has! She's Loony Luna! You can't allow your reputation to be ruined by the likes of her!"

I slammed the front cover closed of my book and looked at him. "You're right, Draco, I should really begin thinking of my reputation!" I said loudly, suddenly feeling a hushed quiet in the hall. Standing up I took my books and began walking away from the Slytherin table.

"Where are you going?!" Draco yelled after me.

"I'm thinking about my reputation, I can't be seen dead with the likes of a big headed jerkwad!" I said as I stuck my hand up and waved it. "See you later!"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Luna and I sat behind the castle, digging for jasmine roots for the final part of our potion, my pale hands were covered in dirt as I attempted to pull out a large enough portion of the root.

"You shouldn't fight with your brother, Lia..."

"He shouldn't have called you Looney Luna."

"Yes, but he is family, family is meant to annoy one another-"

"You're apart of my family too, Luna, you're my best friend."

She quietly knotted the ends of the roots she found before placing them into a cotton draw stringed bag. "And you're apart of mine, Lia, you know that."

"I just... Luna, I'm tired," I say quietly as I stopped digging and stared into the hole in the earth. "Dad started talking about matches for me at Christmas lunch. Mum is excited because she gets to choose who my match is with, but I'm only a kid. I don't want to think about marriage, I want to focus on my schooling!"

"I think it'd be romantic if you met your soul mate through the match."

"Fat chance, my soul mate is either dead or he's parading around in Australia with cute surfer girls."

"I can't wait until we go on our trip!" Luna suddenly says.

"As soon as we graduate it'll just be me, you, and cute surfer dudes!" I say, smiling to myself as I remember our future trip to Australia.

"And the Pharlax Ignia!"

"That's if we can even find it," I agree with a nod. "How do you think I can get back at Draco for making a scene at breakfast?"

"You could out a - Hermione!" Luna shouts as she begins waving like a maniac. Looking up I see the golden trio standing in the courtyard amongst a few others, one being my brother.

"Hey Luna, what are they like?"

"Who? Oh! Hermione is really nice and smart, she can answer any question I have about potions. Ron's nice too, he's really funny and always plays chess with me in the library. Harry's nice, he always stands up for me when others make jokes about me."

Tilting my head a small spark of a idea flickered in my brain.

"Which one do you think I'd get along with most?"

"Hmm, probably Hermione as she's on the same level as you about potions."

"And romantically?"

"I suppose Harry, he'd challenge you and you always liked a challenge... Why do you ask?"

Smirking I stood up and waved my wand, cleaning the both of us before I began making my way to the golden trio. "Oi! Potter!" I yelled while waving. Luna scurried after me while I can hear her begin to panic.

"Potter! Yeah, you!" I point at him as I wandered over to the confused group. "I wanna talk to you!" I shouted.

"Uh, okay?" I hear Harry say while he stared at me weirdly. Once again all eyes were on me and no one was talking.

"Hi Oliver," I waved as he stared at me in confusion.

"Hi Lia, you haven't almost killed yourself from flying on a broom stick, have you?"

"Only a couple times," I wave dismissively before I tilted my head and looked at Harry. "Harry, I know I'm not from the best family, and I know you probably hate my guts, however I want to let you know that I have liked you for awhile now..." I trailed off as I hear someone choking in the distance. "But, there's no use not ever knowing, so, will you go on a date to Hogsmeade with me?"

Harry stared at me with a blank face. "Sorry, I think I heard wrong there, what did you say?"

"You," I point to him. "Me," I say while pointing at myself. "On a date, the next Hogsmeade weekend?"

"Uh..." He looked at me before his eyes flickered behind me, probably at the red face Luna who was attempting to breathe normally and my brother, who no doubt is matching Luna's red faced. "Umm..."

"Yes!" Hermione suddenly yelled. "He would love to, Lia!"

"I would?" Hermione elbowed Harry. "Ow! I mean I would!"

"Harry, it's fine if you don't want to-" I start to say before he cut me off, a faint red blush appearing on his cheeks.

"No, it's okay, I want to go on a date with you, I'm just shocked you asked at all."

"Oh..." I say, a bit surprised he actually said yes, "Okay then... Meet you here at ten then?"

"Sounds good to me," he says while scratching the back of his head in embarassment and awkwardness.

"Yeah... Me too! I'll, uh, see you then!" I say before I turned and walked into the school corridor. After a few moments Luna caught up to me.

"Did you just-"

"Yeah!" I say looking at her with red stained cheeks. "I can't believe I just-"

Luna laughed. "Looks like the Wrakspurt has made another fool out of you, Lia!"

I groaned. "Did Draco look mad at least?"

"I thought he was about to curse us all," Luna says blissfully before she side eyes me. "Do you even like Harry?"

I paused for a moment before shrugging. "I never really spoke to the guy, so I'm not sure," I lied, knowing full well that I always found amusement in his interactions with Draco. "Either way, dad's going to be pissed when he finds out," I bit the side of my tongue before we turn the corner of the corridor and began making our way to Myrtle's bathroom.

"Did you-"

Luna held up the bag of roots and I nodded. "Okay, let's do this," I say while linking my arm up with her's.

Did I just do something stupid? Probably.

Will I regret it later on? Most likely.

Will Draco's reaction be a reward for what's to come?

Most definitely~

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Run, Little Rabbit, Run: Chapter 9

A/N: My darling little pumpkins!! How I love you so!! Thank you so much for coming in this journey with me!! I’ve made some amazing friends along the way and I appreciate each and everyone of my followers!! You guys have no idea how emotional I get when I read your comments!! Truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all so much!! And now for chapter 9! You know the drill, lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list and if there are any mistakes!! Enjoy! Smooches!! Baron Corbin x OFC Word Count: 2000+ Warnings: language and moderate sexy times. (I suck at writing smut, so I don’t attempt it lol) Summary: Run, Addie, the Constable is coming for you..... +++ “Baron, I need some space.” Addie giggled, trying to gently push him away. This earned her a low growl and a soft nudge against her head. “Too bad, little rabbit, I wanna be close to you.” He rumbled. “Ok, love birds. As cute as you two are, I have a match tonight and I need to look flawless!” Alexa said giving them a mock scowl. “Watch it, pixie.” Baron growled, playfully snapping his teeth in Alexa’s direction. Addie softly bopped him on the nose with her pointer finger. “Be nice,” Addie stood on her tiptoes and pecked Baron on the lips, “I’ll see you later.” “Fine...” he mumbled against her lips, “I love you. See you tonight.” “Love you too.” Squealing when he smacked her ass as he walked away. “THAT’S RIGHT!” Alexa beamed, “Tonight’s your first change!! Ooooh, are you nervous?” “Um, a little. From what the others have told me, the first time is pretty painful.” Addie chewed her lip as she put the finishing touches on Alexa. “Michael offered to use his magic to try and dull the pain but I want to feel it all, y’know? Get an understanding of what Baron went through.” “Well, you’re a hell of a lot braver than I am. I’d spring for that magic offer faster than a jack rabbit on a date.” “Thanks for the visual.” Addie said as she grimaced. Alexa placed a loving hand on Addie’s. “You’ll be fine babe. Baron won’t let anything happen to you, he’ll be there every step of the way.” With that, she kissed  Addie’s cheek leaving a huge lipstick kiss mark. —- Baron stood in front of Addie, his nose buried in her hair. He held her small hands in his calloused ones as the night air kissed their skin. The wind blew through the trees as the leaves rustled. He could hear her heart beating faster than normal. It was natural for his little rabbit to be nervous. “Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ve got you.” He whispered as he pulled her into his arms. He loved how perfect her body fit with his. Leaning down, he kissed Addie, trying his best to calm her nerves. She happily welcomed the distraction. “Ok,” he whispered when they pulled apart, “first thing’s first, take off your clothes.” “What?” Addie squeaked out. “Don’t worry, I’ll put them in my backpack. They won’t get dirty.” He said as he nodded his head to the bag that hung from one of the handlebars of his motorcycle. It was a sweet gesture but her clothes getting dirty wasn’t what she was worried about. Although they had been together since that horrible night, they hadn’t been intimate yet. Addie still felt self conscious  about her body even tho Baron reassured her that he loved her body. Sensing her unease about shedding her clothes in front of him, Baron kissed her forehead. “Baby,” Baron murmured, “we’ve been over this, I think you’re sexy as hell. You don’t need to hide your body from me.” “No, I know... it’s not that, well not totally that. I got sick in my teens and I’ve only really been with one guy. We had math together. It was just one time and it wasn’t great.” She rolled her eyes when Baron growled at the mention of another guy touching what was his. “Oh stop that. What I’m trying to tell you is that I’m not super experienced and not used to people seeing me naked.” “Oh babe,” his voice low and husky, “I don’t give a shit about how experienced you are. When the time comes I’ll take care of you...” he buried his face in the crook of her neck, “I’ll make you feel things you’ve only dreamed of.” He gently bit her sensitive skin, “I’ll worship this gorgeous body so good, you’ll be a whimpering mess begging me to never stop.” He pulled back and kissed her lips then her forehead. By now Addie felt like she couldn’t breathe. She wanted to let go and lose control around Baron. But there was something that had to be done first. Taking a deep breath, Addie backed up, reached for the hem of her shirt and slowly undressed under the light of the full moon. Once she was completely bare before her alpha, she looked at him for further instruction. Baron was currently in a daze as he stared at his mate’s voluptuous, perfect body. His wolf was practically biting at the chops to take her right then and there. Shaking his head, he quickly removed his shirt knowing that the skin to skin contact will help her through her change. He walked towards Addie, pulled the hair tie from her braid and brushed his fingers through her hair. “This’ll be easier if we’re sitting, ok?” He watched as she nervously nodded her head as she sat on the ground. Sitting behind her, Baron wrapped his arms around her soft tummy and pulled her between his bent legs, against his chest. He kissed her shoulder where his mark was, pride running through his body when he felt her shiver under his touch. “Relax baby, breath with me.” Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back on his shoulder as she placed her arms on his. “You’re going to feel a dull heat throughout your body and it’s going to intensify. Do you feel it?” “Y-Yeah, it’s not that ba- OH! I lied!” Her nails dug into Baron’s skin. “It feels like I’m on fire, it hurts Baron!” She winced and whimpered in as it got worse. Baron tightened his hold on her while kissing her mark again, trying to ease her pain. He knew that what was about to come would be the most excruciating pain she’d ever feel in her life. “I know, baby, I know. I need you to listen, next you’re body is going to morph into an entirely different being.” He murmured against her ear, “Your bones will break and reform into your wolf. It’s going to hurt but I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” “I’m scared, I don’t know if I can-!” She was cut off by her own scream as her back arched as they both heard that pop of her first broken bone. Just as she was about to scream in agony, Baron sunk his now sharp teeth into her shoulder. Addie moaned in pleasure and pain as her body leaned into Baron’s. He did all he could to distract her from the anguish that was tearing through her entire body. Unable to hold onto Addie anymore, Baron jumped back as her body changed into a breathtaking red wolf. Finally able to catch her breath, Addie looked at Baron with big eyes. She tried to stand, but wasn’t yet used to this new form. Her head felt like it was going to explode as all of her senses felt like they had just been cranked to eleven. “Easy babe, take your time.” Baron whispered as he slowly approached his luna. “It’s going to take some getting used to.” He helped Addie to her feet, running his hands over her fur once she was able to stand on her own. He stroked her fur, marveling at how soft it was. Unable to stop himself, he leaned into her side lying his head on her side as his hands continued to pet her soft coat. Closing his eyes, he listened to her heartbeat, never taking it for granted as he thought about the night he had almost lost Addie. It had been almost a full month since then and he made sure to tell her everyday how much he loved her. Feeling antsy, Addie gently shook him off. Her paws started to fidget, like they needed to dig into the earth while she raced through the trees. ‘Patience, my dear.’ A voice said in her mind, causing Addie to yip in surprise. ‘What?! Who are you?!’ Addie asked, trying not to freak out. ‘I’m your wolf.’ Addie recalled Baron trying to explain this to her, though she didn’t feel prepared at all for the real thing. ‘Relax and trust our alpha, he’ll take care of us.’ Baron stood in front of Addie, running his fingers through the fur around her neck. “You are so beautiful.” He whispered as he leaned her head down so he could place his forehead on hers. Stepping back, Baron took off the rest of his clothes and took on his wolf form as well. Addie watched as Baron crouched, his body morphing into a dark grey wolf that easily stood a foot and a half taller than Addie’s. Walking towards her, Baron ran his muzzle along hers, scenting her. Once he was satisfied with his work, he kicked her neck then playfully nipped at her. Wanting to be closer to him, Addie nuzzled under Baron’s neck. Nudging her head with his nose, Baron tilted his head towards the open woods. He started to run from her, barking for her to follow. Addie didn’t need to be told twice as she took off after him. When they had their fill of running under the night sky, Addie and Baron laid on the ground near his bike. Sensing that the sun would be up in a few hours, Baron stood and changed back to human. “Turning back into human is a lot easier. Close your eyes and picture your human form.” He instructed when she too stood and tilted her head to the side. Closing her eyes, Addie did as she was told. Although it took some time, she was finally back to her old self. She opened her eyes and looked at Baron. He looked so majestic under the light of the full moon. Closing the gap between them, Addie used Baron’s shoulders to pull him down into a heated kiss. Growling, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against his body. Her plush body felt like heaven against his hard body. Pulling away, Baron quickly ripped open his backpack and pulled out a large blanket and laid it on the ground. Sitting on the blanket, Baron reached out a hand towards his beautiful Addie. Once she was in his arms, he laid her on her back as he hovered over her as he nestled between her luscious thighs. She cupped his face pulling him down for another kiss. Moving from her lips, down her jaw, finally reaching her shoulder, he left open mouthed kisses on her skin. He bit her skin as she dug her nails up his back, causing him to growl against her neck. Her thighs tightened around Baron as she ground her hips into his. “Little rabbit, if you keep that up I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to control myself.” He growled against her ear. “Maybe I want to lose control with you.” She purred, pulling back to look into his now glowing eyes. “I need to hear you say it Adelina.” He said, a cocky smirk on his lips as he watched her shiver at the sound of her name on his tongue. Growling, she pulled him by the back of his neck, crashing her lips against his as she bit his bottom lip. “Take me, alpha.” She said as she stared into his eyes. Letting out a roar, he held her tightly by her hair as he marked the delicate skin of her neck with his teeth. She dragged her nails along his spine as she arched into him. Under the stars, Baron kept true to his word, reveling in every gasp, whimper and moan he drew from her as he showed her body the love she deserved. At the height of their love making, Baron stared into Addie’s eyes. “Tell me you love me.” Baron growled out. “M-More than anything.” She panted out as she bared her neck to him, a little tip Ruby gave her. Throwing his head back, Baron howled at the full moon then sunk his teeth into her neck as Addie cried out his name. Collapsing on her soft body, Baron held Addie close as they basked in each other’s afterglow. A single tear fell from Baron’s eye as he stared at the beautiful gift the moon goddess bestowed upon him. Stroking her hair as she let out a small yawn, Baron pulled a few things from his bag and gently cleaned their bodies. He pulled her to her feet and helped her get dressed then throwing his own clothes on. Packing everything back up, Addie took the bag from his hands and put it on her back. With ease, Baron lifted Addie and placed her on his bike then mounting it himself. Wrapping her arms around his torso, kissing his back between his shoulder blades. “I love you.” She whispered as she rested her chin on his shoulder. Baron turned his head and kissed her cheek. Staring into her eyes, Baron leaned back and exposed his neck to his luna, a sign of full submission and respect. Addie softly bit his neck, shivering as he moaned under her teeth. When she pulled her teeth back, she kissed the small mark she left on his skin. “It’s official now.” Baron whispered. “You’re my luna, my equal, my moon. Mine as I am yours.” “Yours as you are mine.” Addie whispered. “Forever.” He said as he kickstarted his bike and made their way back to the hotel. “Forever.” She whispered back as the wind cooled her heated skin. The Moon Goddess smiled down as she watched her wolves start their new like together.

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Nonexistent - Prologue

>Start Game

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>Lincoln Loud

Play Time: 11 years

Last Saved: 5/11/2016

Game Progress: 1%

Life Progress: 5%

Level: 0

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>Lincoln

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Game loaded...

In a forest close to royal woods, animals were running around going on with their normal life.

a small white rabbit was going around his business before going back to his home with his family, but then he spotted something, a glowing light.

The rabbit got curious and decided to get close to it.

Lincoln woke up in a hospital bed.

He didn’t remember why exactly he was there, he had vague memories of what happened before, but he still retained his memories, so he guessed it was the event that brough him here that are absent.

The young albino looked around confused by his surroundings, mainly because...everything seemed negative now.

Literally, everything was like it was put through a negative filter.

Everything looked still, as if time itself stopped, no sound or anything, even the rain from outside looked completely still.

Then everything flickered for a bit before returning to normal.

Then he felt a sudden tiredness go through his whole body and a sharp pain through his head, he clutched it with his hand...and was shocked when it was photo negative for a bit before returning to normal.

“Wha?” Was the only response he could muster.

Nothing happened again for a bit, so he decided to ignore it, maybe he was hallucinating...he hoped, though maybe that’s worse...who knows really?

He continued to lay in the bed, he was recovering a bit for headache he received, plus he waited for someone to arrive and explain to him what happened.

He wondered if his family was here, worried about him.

Suddenly a doctor came to the room.

He looked surprised.

“You’re awake” Said the doctor eyeing him.

Lincoln was a bit uncomfortable by this, but shrugged it off.

“Yeah, how long was i out?”

“Well, for some hours”

“That’s good, at least i wasn’t knocked out for a very long time”

“Hn, so it’s everything ok?”

“Besides some headaches, yeah i’m fine”

“Well, we are gonna do you some check ups and then we allow you to go”

“Kay thanks”

“Just one question”

“Yah”

“Who are you?”

Lincoln was weirded out by that, he guessed it could be understandable the doctor may not know who he was, but he guessed his family...or whoever may sended him there, filled the people on who he was.

“Lincoln Loud, why?”

The doctor raised an eyebrow

“Loud eh? That's weird”

“Weird why?”

“Because the people who sended you here were also loud, yet they told me they don't know who you are or where are you from”

…

…

…

Lincoln ran a million of ways to make sense out of the situation.

Was he talking of different people? Did there was another family with the loud last name? Was this a prank?

If this was his family, why would they play a prank like this? Did everyone suddenly gained Luan's sense of humor in her worst days?

He kinda felt it was his family, since the latest memories before waking him in the hospital was with them.

Maybe the doctor was wrong and playing a prank?

He just didn't get it

“Excuse me? Where those people a family of mostly girls with blondes and brunettes with a black haired one”

“Yeah, that was them”

…

Maybe what happened earlier wasn't an hallucination, maybe it had something to do with what was going on right now.

“emmm...ok, I think there might be a misunderstanding or i'm worse than I thought, but I’m part of that family, like, the only son”

“They didn’t mention anything about a son”

“Ok ok” Lincoln was smiling, but it was clear that he looked like he was about to go into a mental breakdown.

“Maybe whatever happened to me affected me more than i thought, i guess, yeah that be it, haha” He was nervous at this point.

He should probably go see his family to make things clear, but he didn’t want to arise suspictions to the doctor.

“So how long will those checks up take?”

“Perhaps a few hours, maybe more, do you have an adult that takes care of you?”

Lincoln had to lie, since whatever it’s going on with his family means there’s a chance they deny being related to him.

“Eh, no”

The doctor gave him a look.

“So you been alone? You don’t look like it”

“Appearances can be deceiving”

The doctor thought about it for a second before seemingly accepting it.

The check ups took some while, since for some reason everything turned photo negative a few times and time slowed down or flat out stopped, then Lincoln would feel tired afterwards, he also had to lie a few times during it to avoid making people in the hospital think he’s crazy.

After leaving, Lincoln gave a good look at himself, the clothes (which are is usual outfit) are a little charred and thorn in places, he should probably find something new to wear soon, he suddenly got the urge of making a change of outfit, for some reason.

He tried wracking his brain to try and remember more about the incident that led him into the hospital.

The last thing he remembered was Lisa and...something.

“Figures she had something to do with this”

He looked at his surroundings and did a few stretchs.

“Well, time to find out what’s going on”

Select a difficulty

-Wanna go for a walk in the park? (Easy)

>-Lincoln's usual life (Normal)

-Strode through hell (Hard) may change stuff in the story and game

HUB:Royal Woods

Now were at the first hub world and what you could call the tutorial level.

Lincoln can move left and right, crouch and look up with the analog stick/D pad depending on your preference, can jump although not very far with the jump button (A/X), throw a two hit combo with the physical attack (spoiler) button (X/SQUARE), block with the block button (R2/RT), accelerate with the dash/boost button (L1/LB), taunt by pressing the analog stick and use items/weapons with the object button (Y/TRIANGLE).

This isn’t all he can do but were getting ahead of ourselves.

At the start you go around exploring Royal Woods, talking to the people who always give you responses in the likes of:

“Who are you? I never see you around here and i’m sure I remember seeing some of your hair color”

“Leave kiddo, i don’t know your game but I can assure you I never saw you in your entire life”

“Never heard of you”

“Nope, haven’t seen you around until now, then again you’re probably such a loser from just looking at you i’ll probably don’t even bother to remember you”

And so and so forth.

This causes Lincoln to panic a bit, as his sprite changes to a more distressed one, though not full out there.

As you check around Royal Woods, you’ll notice some particular structures that can while you can’t do anything with it, they look and feel like they could be interacted with it, if you do Lincoln will react like this.

“...I check this later after i sort this out”

Afterwards you continue to wander around Royal Woods, eventually you’re gonna come to another section of this hub:Franklin Avenue.

Once there you’ll eventually arrive at the loud house.

Lincoln walked into the loud house visibly shaken, at the start he had a hard time believing it but now after having talked to people it just furthered his fears that everyone had forgotten him, still, he needed to see if his family remembered him.

He knocked on the door, he did it a bit hard since the ruckus from inside make it hard to listen to.

He patiently waited until someone opened the door.

It was his sister Lori.

“Hi” He said.

The way she looked him all but confirmed his fears, it wasn’t the look you give to family, even the ones you’re annoyed with.

It was the look you give some stranger you don’t want to deal with.

“Hi...eh, who are you? Never see you around here” She said while eyeing him.

...You could listen to Lincoln’s heart rate going at 700 MPH

“I am...Lincoln, just Lincoln, I was wondering if you had a brother?”

“...No, i don’t have a brother and never had, this family doesn’t have a boy”

...And now you can listen to Lincoln’s heart shattering in a billion pieces.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I am, why do you care anyways? You weirdo”

“No, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, i kinda made a mistake, I’m sorry, I’ll take my leave”

“Yeah, whatever, bye” She closed the door.

…

With no idea of what to do now, Lincoln wanders off.

Meanwhile at the loud house.

“Hey Lori, who was that?” Asked Luna.

“Just some nobody,it’s not big deal”

Level:Royal Woods Forest

At this point it’s dark and still a little rainy, Lincoln is there wandering around with a...defeated look on his face.

“What I’m gonna do now?...Thanks a lot Lisa” He mutters.

“Then again, i’m the idiot who said yes to her...what did she do anyways? I think it had something to do with a machine”

Then he spotted a glowing light on the forest.

“What’s that?”

Then you gotta go check it out.

This is a small stroll, nothing important but just walk forward.

When you arrive you notice that what looks like a energy ball is causing this light.

Lincoln stared at it.

“Should i touch it? What if something bad happens...then again, it’s not like I have stuff to lose anyways”

Once you get close to it you’re given the option to interact with it, once yo do, this happens.

The glowing ball of light rises up and immediately goes inside of Lincoln, making him scream in agony as he becomes a glowing yellow light that soon turns orange.

Then the shining stops and that leaves Lincoln who falls unconscious to the ground, though his white hair now has orange stripes on it.

Now my friend, is when the game starts.

Game Saved...

Lincoln taunts as normal:

"Moron"

"Come and get me"

"What? Scared?"

"Want a piece of me?"

Lincoln idle animations as normal:

Crosses his arms and taps his foot annoyed.

Points to his wrist as if there was a watch there condescendingly.

Starts dancing a little.

Falls asleep while standing up.

Lays on the ground while trying not to fall asleep.

Looks around and up outta boredom.

Stretches a little.

Yawns.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Things Forbidden 6

Chapter Warning: no smut. Just snark and drama 

Words: 2, 373

Chapter 5 link 

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The next morning Luna walked down the stairs with Gabriel behind her like an over protective puppy. Dean looked up as the two walked in. He looked back down at the book in his lap so he wouldn’t make some snarky comment to the archangel that could result in some epic show down. Dean didn’t want to admit it but Cas was right. They needed to work with Gabriel. If they were going to take down Raphael and his minions they would need all the muscle that they could get. It also helped knowing that Luna was back under the same roof as him again.

Dean sighed. He had missed the girl. You couldn’t just care for someone all their life then not care about them anymore. Dean wouldn’t dare admit it but he was silently thanking Gabriel for actually taking care of her. Luna looked healthy. She didn’t look like she had been neglected in anyway. Dean had spent a lot of his recent time worrying about what was happening to his adopted daughter. Was she being taken care of? Did Gabriel just go off with some other woman and leave her alone with a broken heart? Would he have to go and kill the archangel like he wanted to for so long? Dean knew if it came to that Luna would never forgive him. Never in a million years would she forgive him if he hurt Gabriel.

As much as Dean hated to even let the thought enter his mind he couldn’t stop it. Dean knew good and well that Luna loved Gabriel. He could see it in her eyes every time that she had looked at the annoying trickster of an archangel. She looked at him the same way that he looked at Zoe or Cas.

“So no one ever said why you two chose this lovely place for a hideout? Its cozy….if you are Hannibal Lecter.”

Gabriel said with a smirk as he looked at all the dust covered counter tops and mantel pieces. Zoe glared up at Gabriel coldly from her seat by the fire place.

“Well sorry it isn’t the fucking Four Seasons your highness.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Even that place isn’t good enough for your god daughter.”

Zoe’s frown, if possible, became deeper. She looked to Luna had wrapped an arm around Gabriel’s in some feeble attempt at keeping the archangel calm. Luna’s violet eyes looked nervous as she gazed between the two. It was Zoe’s turn to look at her god daughter fully. She had taken little gazes at her the previous night but now it hit Zoe full force how much Luna looked like her mother now. The only differences was Luna’s blond hair wasn’t lavender like Rosalie’s had been. Other then that it was like looking a carbon copy.

Luna tightened her knee length sweater around her body as she pulled Gabriel away. Zoe however, wasn’t ready to let the subject drop.

“So what makes you think you can just show up whenever the hell you want Gabriel? What make you think that we want you here?”

Cas cleared his throat.

“Zoe, no.”

He said in a low warning tone as Luna spun around.

“How dare you?! It was my idea! I wanted to come back here! I knew that you three were outnumbered against Raphael. I would think that you would be grateful that I came back period! I almost didn’t! We could have stayed away and let you all be barbecued alive but I couldn’t do that. You’re my family, whether you want to act like it or not. You know what we’ll leave. Leave you all to it. Wish you the best of luck. Come on Gabriel we should have just bailed last night. This is a waste of time. This is just going to be a daily continuation of bull shit.”

Gabriel didn’t move a moment before following Luna. Dean however blocked the door.

“No. Don’t leave. You just got here and you are right. We do need all the help we can get. I don’t want you to go back out there again. I’ll behave if he does.”

Dean said calmly motioning to Gabriel. Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve been a good little angel for your information.”

Dean rolled his eyes.

“I don’t wanna know dude.”

Dean looked to Luna.

“Kid I need to talk to you alone without your purse dog.”

Luna turned looking at Gabriel.

“Go on sugar. I’ll be fine with grumpy over there.”

Zoe straightened in her seat.

“Must you call her sugar? That totally rubs me the wrong way.”

Gabriel smirked.

“Go on cupcake.”

He took extra care to emphasis the word cupcake before plopping down on the sofa ignoring the look on Zoe’s face. The fact that she looked like someone had force fed her a tone of Lemon Head candies was its own reward.”

Luna meanwhile, followed Dean outside the old house and down the street.

“I’m glad you came back.”

Dean said casually. Luna nodded as she put her hands in her pockets as she looked around the small neighborhood. As usual both she and Dean were looking in opposite directions for anything weird.

“Do you mean that or are you just saying it?”

She asked. Dean sighed.

“Of course I mean that! I never wanted you to leave anyway. Look Luna I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I went overboard on Gabriel’s….whatever you have.”

Luna turned.

“A relationship. We have a relationship! Dean I am asking you one time to cut Gabriel some slack. There is a lot that you don’t know….a lot.”

Dean frowned taking in Luna’s sad expression.

“Well why don’t you tell me what he’s went through? Maybe you can change my mind on him.”

Meanwhile,

Zoe stood walking out of the living room and into the kitchen where Cas stood alone looking out the window.

“You left me in there with him.”

Cas turned.

“Zoe I think you need to calm down.”

Zoe looked totally offended at that. Her bright green eyes went if possible even greener.

“Calm down?! You want me to calm down? Castiel that joker who ruined everything is back in our lives yet again. He has destroyed so much for us and you just let him back in like some stray cat.”

Cas sighed, looking tired.

“Zoe, you have been an emotional wreck since Luna left now she is back. Our child is back. Dean is out there trying right now. Why don’t you?”

Zoe’s lips immediately went together and she looked down. Cas was right….as usual. She reached up twisting one of her dread locks around her finger.

“Damn it Cas you win! I have missed her! I missed her like I miss Rose! I I just see Gabriel and want to beat him up for what he did to Rose.”

Neither noticed Gabriel walk into the room looking less than amused.

“There is a lot that you don’t know Zoe. I don’t really give a damn if you don’t believe me on that either. I have had to do a lot that I am not proud of and hurting Rose was one of the main ones.”

Zoe turned.

“Well it should be! You devastated her!”

Gabriel looked to the side.

“She understood though.”

Zoe’s eyes widened.

“She understood?! Am I hearing you correctly?! She understood all the pain you caused her? You ran off and teamed up with your brother but she understood? Do you realize what you are saying or do you just spout off bullshit on purpose?”

Gabriel looked up.

“There is a lot that you don’t know Zoe and quiet honestly I am tired of you attitude. Lucifer and I were playing double agent with Raphael. We were trying to get as much information out of him as we could. I couldn’t do that and be with Rosalie too. Do you realize the danger that would have put her in? Rosalie understood all of it after I told her years after I left. I made her promise to tell you all nothing to keep you safe as well. That’s right Zoe I care for your haughty ass too. I didn’t want Raphael to know that I had something to do with you in case he tried to harm anyone associated with me. I begged Rose to let me keep her and Luna safe. It’s my fault that Rose is dead. That night that Rose and Luna’s father died…I was the one that fucking found them. How do you think that made me feel?! It was me that pulled baby Luna out of that disaster of a house. It’s a miracle that girl even survived. If I had been there Rose would still be alive. Now you know the truth. As far as this present time when it comes to Luna I don’t have to justify my feelings for her to you. But I will be keeping Luna safe. I am one of the most powerful beings in existence and I can do that. However  she needs to be with her family but I’ll be damned if you will make her feel alienated and unwanted. I will go full archangel if you don’t fix this. This is your warning.”

The normal cheerful fun loving Gabriel was put in the closet and this Gabriel was the archangel the he was meant to be. He stood looking at Zoe coldly for a moment before turning and walking away. Whether or not his words would make any difference he didn’t know but he felt better getting some of his darkest secrets off of his chest. Now at  least Zoe and Cas knew he wasn’t the asshole that they thought he was.

As Gabriel walked into the living room of Sirius Black’s living room Luna and Dean walked back in. Gabriel smirked at all of the Harry Potter jokes he was mentally coming up with. He had to think of something to pull himself out of his head. At the moment it wasn’t a lovely place to be.

“Peach you’re back and in one piece. Thanks Winchester. I don’t have to play doctor tonight.”

Dean took a sharp intake of air. After he and Luna had a huge heart to heart on everything that Gabriel had really been doing he was trying to cut the archangel some slack.

“Yeah congratulations. You earned yourself a break.”

Dean said calmly. He was thankful that Cas and Zoe walked in.  However the bothered expressions on their faces did raise some red flags for the eldest Winchester.

Gabriel slightly smirked trying to ignore the questioning expression on Luna’s face. She knew something was up. Any moron with a brain stem could see that.

Plopped down on the couch Gabriel looked to the people in his company.

“So when are we going after my brother? As much as I love sitting here with you all waiting for Harry and Ron to show up I would rather get this mess over with.”

Sam, who had just walked in from hours of research, lightly chuckled.

“Well funny story. We have been trying to find any sign of him and there is nothing. It’s like he’s avoiding us.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Of course he is. He isn’t going to let you just walk up to him. You need to draw him out.”

Cas sighed.

“We are trying. He just isn’t interested in any of our bait.”

Luna looked up from the place on the arm of the couch.

“I’ll do it. I’ll lure him out.”

Every person in the room had the same reaction of terror.

“No way!”

Both Gabriel and Zoe said at same time. Cas was shaking his head with his mouth hanging open. Dean was staring at her with wide eyes. Luna sighed.

“You’re not going to get Raphael out unless you use some kind of bait he is interested in. We all know he has been after me for a very very long time. I can do this. Gabriel can be close enough to step in when need be and then the rest of you can work on his minions.”

Zoe and Gabriel were shaking their heads.

“No way in hell.”

“Not happening!”

Zoe and Gabriel said at the same time again.  Gabriel looked at Zoe with a smirk.

“When did I become your sidekick ?”

Luna meanwhile was a little annoyed with their lack of realization that this was a good option and could be done.

“She has a good plan”

Sam finally said. Dean turned looking at his brother.

“Are you high?!”

Sam sighed.

“We are running out of options. We can ask Lucifer to join. Maybe a long stretch as well as stupid but two archangels are better than one.”

While everyone but Luna was busy giving Sam the biggest death glare Lucifer slipped in unseen.

“My former vessel has a good of point.”

Lucifer smirked when everyone minus Gabriel and Luna looked shocked to see him. Zoe frowned.

“What are you doing here?”

Lucifer sighed.

“Hello…Satan here! I can go anywhere I want. I know where you all are. Not a hard bunch to find. So I know normally we are all trying to kill each other but here we are conspiring on killing Raphael. Have to say I’m fully interested. I would love to kick my brother’s butt. Throw Michael in the picture I’ll be a happy little fellow.”

“There is nothing little about you.”

Gabriel said coldly. Lucifer rolled his eyes.

“Gabe what has your wings in a twist?”

Gabriel glared harder at his brother.

“Maybe the prospect of using my lover as bait.”

Lucifer shrugged.

“Miss Pretty does have a good point.”

Gabriel looked if possible angrier as he stood.

“Well look at that everyone. We are back in fantasy land because this ISN’T going to happen!”

Gabriel turned walking from the room without another word. ________________

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FFXV: Promptis College AU

Noctis finds himself falling for a new model at his art class...

The Prince grumbled, trying to focus on his art. Noct ran his hand through dark streaks of black, thick along his scalp. He continued to stroke and paint with his brush, staring intesensly trying to figure out what was wrong exactly.

When all hope faded, the airy words of his menor Ignis made him focus once more, "Your linework is good, but you still need to focus on some of your overall composition prince. As always, excellent job on the shading. Keep up the good work miss Lunafreya. Loqi...please enough placing the oranges between the banana."

This was one of the classes his father had demanded he participate in-fine arts. But after weeks of studying color theory and practicing brush strokes he was in dire need of something fresh. He stared at the other student's works, all had placed focus on things like shape and sizing of the fruit bowl before them. But Noctis was heavily obsessed with the shading, he loved to work with the light and dark.

His closest friend, Lunafreya, peeked over her shoulder at his artwork. Her near-white hair sparkled in the sunlight. She clicked her tongue to get his attention. She smiled gently, "It looks vey good Noctis."

"Thanks Luna." She was always giving him confidence boosts when he needed them the most. He puffed out his chest.

Ignis clapped loudly as the class became quiet again, making them all jump slightly. "Alright class. I have exciting and unexpected news! The King has found us a nude model, a male by the name of Prompto Argentum. He's been hand-picked out of a group, so be sure to treat him nicely. I do not want inappropriate laughter or prodding. He is our guest, understand?"

They all nodded. Beyond Loqi at times, Noct was unsure why Ignis was making a point of something so obvious...but a flare of inspiration caught in his heart. He had heard rumors of classes before him having naked men and women grace their prescence, taking only a few seconds to sketch them in different poses. The latest one from the semester prior had been an extremely busty woman by the name of Aranea, a few of the seniors were snickering about the size of her bust.

Noctis began to clean his supplies as the minutes began to wind down in class, placing a proper sketch pad on his work space. His mind lazily drifted, trying to picture a face with the name Prompto. He had never heard of the man before...he wondered if he was an exchange student. Would he be a big guy with lots of complicated muscles? Lanky? Fat? Black, blonde or brunnette? Tan?

He thoughtful chewed at the end of a pencil, a bell distantly ringing. Luna's touch upon his shoulder brought him back from his mind, "Come on, it's time to go back to the dorms."

Noctis, as he did routinely, walked his friend back to her room. She gave him a tight hug, and the two exchanged snacks (as it had become a routine) she got him one of his favorites: a large salty bag of potato chips and a small can of orange soda. He dragged his feet a few moments away to his regal-appearing suite, watching the school begin to wind down in the evening air. The sound of music, televisions and friends drinking hung about in the air, a common occurance for Thursdays. His mind was swimming with excitment, and having the art class be his only one in the afternoon was a bonus. He slipped from his clothes for the day and slept in only boxers, a blanket loosely covered around his body.

The class began at 1pm sharp, Ignis standing as stiff as a pole. He gazed, unblinking, to the class. They were all silent...the mentor usually did not speak until something important was occuring.

"Class please welcome our gues Prompto." He waved his hand to someone behind a thick curtain. Gingerly, a head popped out.

Noctis could feel himself flush over with heat at the sight of just this man's face, let alone unsure of what he would do once the fuzzy green robe was discarded from his shoulders. He was beautiful, and surely only about 17 years old. Freckles dotted every inch of his pale face, his thick golden hair was simply flowing from his scalp. His smile radiated sunshine, and made the prince's heart hammer. His face was smooth, cheeks lit up with red blush. He waved gently to them with his delicate looking hand, "Hey there! Thanks for letting me be here."

They returned his gesture, each mumbling greetings. Noctis locked eyes with him and sweat and the icy blue orbs that met his own dark spheres.

"Alright class. You have about 1 minute to sketch each pose Prompto will perform."

The model dropped the robe for class, and Noct swore that he could hear Astrals singing in hundreds of different tongues. The light from the window, dangling high in the air for privacy, sprinkled across his lean yet muscular body. Prompto was a work of art...his body was sculpited and Noctis feverishly tried to capture it. But no matter how hard he tried to define it, it was as if a god was in his sights...impossible to describe. His shoulders were small, delicate and the freckles upon his skin there looked like blankets of stars upon the night sky. His chest was fluttering with quick breaths, the excitment of the class sketching the boy made him a bit embarassed but he posed quietly with hands upon his feminine hips. A dainty curve attached his torso to his legs, and Noctis wanted to do nothing more than to reach out and guide his hands along the valley. A trail of golden hairs led from his navel to the unaroused sex organ between his sinewy thighs, the member itself was very impressive even if it was not anywhere near ready to service. When he turned his back to the future king, Noct admired every shadow jutting from his shoulderblade, each bone on his spine seemed to jut out from his stretched skin. And his bottom was a feast, round and tight.

Ignis cocked his eyebrow at the impressive sketches the prince was producing, beaming, "Excellent work Noctis! Your anatomy has improved from our intial sketchings."

Noct only thanked the mentor with a grunt, watching Prompto slump over a couch lazily and his eyelids half-close. He gazed to Noctis...and the prince finally noticed he was watching him as well. The model devilishly pressed a finger to his lips with a smirk and Noctis felt the heat rising around his cheeks once more. He enjoyed the playful nature the man spoke of, even in his silence. His body language was amazing, scuttering about with energy bursting from every pore. He bent in strange ways, and relaxed only for a few seconds.

Something was strange though...a barcode tattoo was placed upon his wrist open for the world to see. Noct focused his gaze to the arm, sketching in in great detail. Someone his age with a tattoo already? This guy was so interesting...and yet they hadn't even shared a word together. A fire set inside him...he had to ask him out for something.

"Luna..." He whispered sharply, "Is Loqi getting you back tonight?"

"Yeah it's Friday..."

"Alright."

"Why?"

"I think I'm gonna ask him out."

"What on a date?"

"Just...to get coffee.." He mumbled.

"You're totally falling for him aren't you?" She snickered, shoving his shoulder lightly. Ignis huffed at the two, and they went back to focusing. Time flew by.

The bell run and Noct's heart sunk as Prompto reached for his robe, placing it around his shoulders. He walked about the room, admiring the pictures that had been sketched of him. Noctis clasped his fist determined. He cleared his throat and smiled, approaching him with a handful of his pencils.

"What an honor..." Prompto told with sincerty in his tone, "Being approached by the Prince of Insomnia. What brings you to me today?"

"You...posed wonderfully..." Noct complimented, trying not to sound too creepy.

The blonde blushed, trying to hide his face a bit with the robe, "You think so? It's taken a lot of work to get to where I am now."

"That's awesome." Noct beamed. The two watched each other, unsure of what to say. Noct rubbed the back of his head, "you uh, doing anything tonight?"

"No..." Prompto urged.

"Wanna go get something out with me?"

"Like a date?" His eyes sparkled, "Sure!"

Noct could feel his heart race. prompto chuckled, "Let's do this when I have my clothes on though. By the way, out of all the sketches I liked yours the most."

He watched the boy skitter away and smirked, searching up the best places for a good bite to eat.