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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 37 - Unsafe

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Gallic Chick and Porcelet escorted Adrien into his mansion. They crossed the parlor to the stairs when Gabriel cleared his throat. They stopped and stared up at him.

“Thank you for bringing my son home. You may leave,” Gabriel announced.

“Sir, with all due respect, we need-,” Porcelet started.

“Leave. Now. I won’t ask it again.”

Gallic Chick opened her mouth, but Porcelet stopped her. They exchanged glances before they turned and left. Adrien gulped and turned to Gabriel.

“Father, please. They helped me. You can-.”

“You’re not leaving this house again, Adrien.”

“What? Why?”

“Why? Why? Are you that daft? There is a villain out there that took you from the school with ease. A villain that was using you to get to the butterfly man. What makes you think I’d let you back out there with such a villain running around?”

“You certainly had no problem with it after those girls assaulted me! You had no issue with assigning me a bodyguard with the ulterior motive of her being my fucking betrothed without my consent! Is anything you actually do meant for my safety? Do you even really care about me?”

“Adrien! What has gotten into you? I am your father. You will not use such language or tone with me.”

“That’s what you’re concerned with? Nothing else? Does this really mean that you don’t care about me?”

“How could you ask such a question? Of course I care. I will always do what is best for you whether you like it or not.”

“What’s best for me, or what’s convenient for you?”

“Adrien, how could-?”

“You haven’t done what’s best for me in ages. You kept me caged here after Mom died. You refused to let me go to school and be with other people my age. You blamed me for those girls, that were supervillains, assaulting me. You made a deal for a bodyguard to also be my future wife without my consent or care about what either of us wanted. Now you want to cage me again because there’s nothing stopping that villain from getting me at school or at home. So, what difference does it make at this point? Does anything even matter at all?”

“Enough! Nathalie, take Adrien to his room. He is not to leave this house ever again!” Gabriel roared.

Adrien watched Gabriel storm off while Nathalie nudged him forward. He sighed and obeyed Nathalie’s silent instruction. He headed up to his room with her behind him. He plopped down on his couch and glared at the blank TV screen. Nathalie closed the door and leaned against the couch.

“Bold move there, Adrien. When did you get such a bite?” Nathalie asked.

“Why do you care?”

“Because you seemed like you wanted to talk, but I’ll leave you alone if-.”

“What is his problem? Doesn’t he see that it doesn’t matter where I go or what I do, I’m in danger? Does he honestly believe me staying here is the best thing when it puts everyone else in as much danger?”

“Would it not be the same if you stayed in school? Would your new friends be in just as much danger? If it came down to it, who would you want to put in that danger? Your friends, or Gabriel and the rest of us?”

Adrien grimaced and looked away.

“It’s not an easy decision, Adrien. No matter how you look at it, someone will get hurt. This way, should trouble find itself here, Gabriel can have a say in trying to keep you safe, not that he really could in the end.”

“But why? What does he care? He didn’t care before.”

Nathalie chuckled and headed for the door. “Make no mistake, Adrien, Gabriel does care. He just needs his eyes opened a little.”

“How can I make him see then? How can I get him to listen?”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing. I’m sure that’ll wake him up before long. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to oversee dinner preparations.”

Adrien watched Nathalie leave before he turned back to his TV. He pulled his knees close to him as Stompp plopped onto his shoulder.

“So, what do we do now?” Stompp asked.

“I don’t know, Stompp. I don’t want to stay here, but Nathalie has a point. If I head out, be with my friends, would I not be putting them in just as much danger? Even if they’re heroes, would I not be putting them in compromising positions just to ensure my safety?”

“I mean, most likely. The only time you’d be safe is if you’re out as a hero, but even that can be risky. Not saying you shouldn’t, but just be prepared before you head into battle.”

“How so?”

“Like Master said, with my power, you will be safe from the commands of the peacock, however that power will only last for five minutes at your current stage. Which can be enough time providing you outsmart the peacock woman. Because, no offense, but she seems smarter than all of you. Almost like those sciencey research types. You know, the kind that do anything for the pursuit of knowledge.”

“So, I’m screwed no matter what?”

“Uh, well, maybe? But it should be fine! At least, I hope it will. I’m honestly not sure what’ll happen and it’s kinda scary. I’ve not seen a human like this since the Mage.”

“The Mage? What was he like?”

Stompp looked in the distance as his eyes glazed over. “I don’t completely remember the whole thing. There are just… splinters. His determination to discover new things, push the boundaries, and make something new. It was intoxicating… but terrifying.”

“Terrifying? How so?”

“I just… I remember such a whole feeling. A sense of togetherness. It was warm, lavish, and everything. Then there was hollow, crushing loneliness. Like I was torn away from it and cast out. After that, we woke up as we were and in the possession of humans under the supervision of the Mage. We seemed to be doing good things at the time, but before long, we were contained again. When we woke up again, we were in the hands of the Order.”

“The Order?”

“That’s right. The Order of the Guardians. It’s who Master was affiliated with before the temple vanished, along with all the other miraculous jewels.”

“Woah! What happened?”

“We don’t know. We just woke up and the temple was gone. We tried to ask Master when we had chances, but we never got an answer. But that was also when we learned about Duusu and Nooroo missing.”

“Duusu is the peacock, right? Who is Nooroo?”

“Yes, and Nooroo is the butterfly. We lost them both after that incident. We never knew what happened to them, until now. They’ve fallen into, well, I suppose evil hands.”

“You suppose? I don’t understand. They seem pretty evil to me.”

Stompp shook his head. “Something doesn’t seem right. The Hawkmoth one is just an idiot. Even I can see he’s not devoted to his villainy. Oh, let’s send out a villain once a week, maybe every other week. Oh, I’m so scared! Pitiful. But that peacock… don’t underestimate her. I fear if you do, it’ll be your undoing.”

“What should I do then? If I can’t fight her, and she may come for me again, what can I even do?”

“Assess the situation. Comply, and I don’t mean with her. Comply with your father.”

“What? Why?”

“Think about it. Out in the city, the peacock could attack from anywhere. Here, there’s control. You know the ins and outs, who comes and goes, and more. You truly are safest here. Here you have a fighting chance, as little as it already is.”

“That’s a bittersweet sentiment. I mean, yeah I’m safe, but I don’t want to be stuck here the entire time.”

“Well, how about when you head out, you are as a hero. You still have me after all. You aren’t completely benched.”

“But what if Mayura takes you? What then?”

Stompp considered. “I don’t think she will. If she knew, I don’t think she’d pass up on the knowledge it could bring her. But that is only if she knows. Keep it hidden, and you shouldn’t have to worry about it.”

Adrien smiled and nuzzled Stompp. “Thank you.”

“Hey, I do what I can. It may not be much, but I do what I can.”

“Hey, what do you say we go pay a visit to our friends. Let them know what’s going on.”

Stompp grinned. “You know what to say.”

Adrien nodded. He messaged the others to meet at Le Grand Paris. He slipped his phone into his pocket and stood.

“Stompp, charge ahead.”

Stompp disappeared into the nose ring. Adrien’s clothes transformed into a blue gray jacket with a dark blue collar and rolled cuffs with gold studs, multicolored blue layered strap shirt, pants, blue gloves with light blue fingers, and blue boots with light blue ox -styled toes. A pair of dark blue belts with gold studs wrapped around each of his thighs and a similar belt around his hip with an ox head buckle. The look was completed with a pair of golden ox horns atop his head and a blue ox tail.

Adrien grinned and headed out to Le Grand Paris. He landed on the rooftop where he saw Gallic Chick and Porcelet waiting. They waved him down as he joined them.

“Check out the new threads on you!” Gallic Chick cooed.

“You look amazing!” Porcelet praised.

Adrien blushed and looked away. “Oh, it’s nothing much. Just thought I’d try something a little different.”

“It’s a really good different. And perfect for the designers of Paris,” Gallic Chick commented.

“What do you mean?” Adrien asked.

“You know that Heroes Day nonsense? Well, I might have overheard Mother talking about how uninspiring our designs were and these whole fashion lines were going to be an utter disaster. I then went to Daddy and ask him about it, and that’s when I learned he commissioned the elite designers of Paris to create special hero themed clothes lines. Oh, and something about a contest for newbie designers to get their big break and have the heroes model the winning designs.”

Adrien’s eyes widened. “That’s amazing!”

“Right? So, and I shared this with Bloody Bug shortly, but I was thinking we ditch the lame supersuits for something way cooler. Give the designers something more. Like what you’re doing, uh, what do we call you?”

Adrien hummed. “How about… Taureau?”

“I love it,” Porcelet cheered.

“It works,” Gallic Chick remarked.

“Oh, and speaking of Bug, where is she?” Taureau asked.

“I dunno. When I messaged her all that, she posted to the group chat that she’s currently preoccupied, but she informed our temp cat about this meeting. So, we should be meeting your temp replacement,” Gallic Chick answered.

Taureau frowned and opened his mouth when a chill ran up his spine. He felt a shadow hover over him that disturbed the air. He moved to turn when a pair of hands gripped his shoulders. He screamed and tore himself away as a girl cackled like a witch. He hid behind Porcelet as he got a good look at the girl.

The girl was as tall as Juleka and shared her pale skin. She was draped in a black, hooded cloak with black gloves, boots, and pants with shifting ghastly green ghost mist and lights. Her eyes matched Chat Noir’s, but her mask covered her mouth with a hissing cat mouth etched onto it. Beneath her hood were bands of black hair with dyed green tips. A cat tail wagged behind her that betrayed her mirth.

“And just who are you?” Gallic Chick challenged.

“I am Death… Death Noire.” Death Noire spoke in a hushed, chilling tone.

Taureau shuddered and gulped. “Y-you don’t say. Uh, pleased to, uh, meet you.”

Death Noire darted around Porcelet to Taureau. “So, you’re Chat Noir, eh? Pleasure to meet you, cat to, well, ox.”

Taureau forced a smile as Porcelet moved between him and Death Noire.

“Pleasure to meet you, Death Noire. I’m Porcelet.”

“Pleasure is all mine, little piggy. And you, rooster girl, must be Gallic Chick, right?”

Gallic Chick flipped her hair. “The one and only.”

Death Noire hummed as she looked around. “I’m missing something. I had a plus one. Where did… ah ha!”

Taureau raised a brow as he watched Death Noire dart past Gallic Chick to the patio railing. He tilted his head when he saw the tip of white rabbit ears. He watched as Death Noire grabbed Harlequin and tossed him into the middle of everyone.

Porcelet cooed. “Bunny!”

“Wait, how long have we had a rabbit?” Gallic Chick demanded.

“It’s long and complicated, but the short of it is he was given a kwami first, then the miraculous thingy by Bloody Bug,” Death Noire answered.

“So, he’s not really part of the team, right?”

“Oh, he is now.”

“And who are you to make that call?” Harlequin demanded.

Death Noire got in Harlequin’s face and stared him dead in the eyes. “Because you need to get out from your doom, gloom, and self-loathing. I’m tired of listening to your pitiful ‘woe be me’ songs because you don’t have the balls to break up with your girlfriend that doesn’t love you anymore and hopelessly pines for short-tempered red head.”

“Wait! Wait! Luka?” Gallic Chick screeched.

“What? How’d you know?” Harlequin asked.

“Because Gallic Chick also has a crush on a short-tempered red head,” Porcelet commented.

“Porcelet!” Gallic Chick screamed.

“Wait a minute. Chloe?” Harlequin asked looking at Gallic Chick.

“Huh, I thought I recognized that hatred,” Death Noire remarked.

“Excuse me, what? How could anyone hate me?” Gallic Chick asked.

“You bullied me for years until I snapped off at you promising to offer you up as a ritual sacrifice to the ancient horrors bound to the land. I also claimed that not even the devil would want your soul and you’d be forced to wander the Earth as a forgotten soul, bound to become a horror. You didn’t believe me until I started bringing materials to school to perform what you thought was a satanic ritual.”

Gallic Chick’s face twisted in confusion before it twisted in disgust. “Juleka?”

Death Noire bowed.

“Oh! That makes sense. Luka wouldn’t be caught away from Juleka. We never saw Luka on the field, but now that Juleka is, we’ll see Luka too. Brilliant!” Porcelet mused.

“And, at a guess, Chat Noir is Adrien, and Porcelet, I’m guessing you’re Sabrina.”

“Woah! How’d you figure it out?” Porcelet asked.

“You’re never far from Chloe as Luka is never far from me. And Adrien here is the only person that had been recently threatened and was also the first person Alix really got close to. Which should mean nothing if I didn’t already know who Bloody Bug is.”

“She told you, didn’t she?” Taureau asked.

Death Noire nodded.

“Well, I’m glad we could get this sorted out, I guess. Should make things easier, right?” Porcelet commented.

“Close. We still don’t have Bomb Bee,” Taureau commented.

“Bomb Bee? Where are they? I was told I’d get to meet the whole-.”

Death Noire stopped as she leaned back. She turned as Bomb Bee jumped onto the rooftop with them.

“What’s up girls? Oh, and guys,” Bomb Bee cheered.

Death Noire raised a brow then squealed. “Alya!”

Bomb Bee smirked. “Oh, who told you about little ol’ me?”

“Me. I’d recognize that familiarity anywhere. Just like Mylene and Alix. I’d say Rose too, but she’s more than you three. No offense.”

Bomb Bee grinned. “Wait, Juleka? Is it really you?”

Bomb Bee and Death Noire squealed as they twirled each other around.

“This is amazing! We just need Rose and Mylene, then we’ll have the full squad!” Bomb Bee exclaimed.

“Full squad? You won’t bring in Marinette, will you?” Porcelet asked.

“No,” Bomb Bee, Death Noire, and Harlequin all said.

Gallic Chick, Porcelet, and Taureau all exchanged glances.

“Uh, may I ask why? You all seemed the best of friends. As close as me and Gallic Chick,” Porcelet asked.

“She’s… changed. And this isn’t blaming you, but it really started with Adrien,” Bomb Bee admitted.

“What do you mean? How am I the cause?” Taureau asked.

“She just… she kept saying how much she was in love. It was… I don’t know. It was strange, but I just thought she was madly in love. You know, that true love stuff we’re always fed in stories. We all just brushed it off as that and tried to help her get close to you,” Bomb Bee admitted.

“Until Bee told us about the day at the Louvre. We, uh, may have also suggested she date someone else to get her mind off you. That’s when Rose and I sorta pushed Luka to ask her out. We honestly expected her to say no, but she accepted,” Death Noire added.

Taureau trotted over and sat beside Harlequin. “How’s that been?”

Harlequin shook his head. “I hate it. I can feel the love in her heart, but only when you are mentioned or seen. But once I’m around, it’s all gone, but she puts on a show. She pretends to like me, but her eyes are still on you.”

“Why don’t you break up with her?”

Harlequin sneered and shot to his feet. “You think I haven’t tried? You think I haven’t reached out to her, wanting to talk? Wanting to break it off? I’ve even texted her that we’re done, but she ignores me. She continues to put up her act that I’m her boyfriend when her heart is only for you, and I hate it. I hate listening to it. I hate being near it.”

“Near what?” Porcelet asked.

“Her heart’s song. It was beautiful before, but now it scares me. It’s like the beautiful serenades of people in love, but twisted and bastardized. But not just that. There are loud undertones I’ve heard in other softer, sweeter melodies. But it’s far from soft or sweet. It’s ravenous, unfulfilled, and wanting. A hunger that can never be sated.”

Taureau gulped and hugged himself. Porcelet placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile.

“I’m here,” Porcelet whispered.

Tears fell from Taureau’s eyes as he hugged Porcelet.

“Hey, so, this may be a bad time, but what happened that day? You know, with Volpina and Heart’s Design?” Bomb Bee asked.

“Bomb Bee, please, leave him-,” Porcelet started.

“They assaulted me,” Taureau whispered.

Bomb Bee covered her mouth, Harlequin flinched, and Death Noire’s eyes widened.

“That explains a lot,” Bomb Bee whispered.

“More than a lot. Chat Noir, we promise, we’ll do everything we can to keep her away from you,” Death Noire whispered.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want to be what ruins your friendship with her, please,” Taureau whimpered.

“I think there’s nothing left to salvage at this point,” Death Noire hissed.

“If… if that’s the case, can you do me a favor?” Taureau asked.

“Anything. Name it,” Bomb Bee said.

“Marinette wanted to talk with Bloody Bug, and Bug agreed. Can you be there to keep an eye on Bug? I don’t know what will happen, but I’m scared something will.”

“Why not just tell her not to go?” Gallic Chick asked.

“Well, hold up. It would be a chance to really see what Marinette is after. Furthermore, it gives us a chance to snoop,” Porcelet pointed out.

“Go on,” Bomb Bee urged.

“Well, with Gallic Chick’s powers, she could become invisible and take a look around while Bloody Bug speaks with Marinette. See what evidence we can find to build a case against her and keep her away from Adrien.”

“I like the way she thinks,” Death Noire purred.

“Same. Let’s do it!” Bomb Bee exclaimed.

“You know I’ll do anything to keep Adrikins safe,” Gallic Chick boasted.

“Perfect. When is the meeting?” Death Noire asked.

“Two nights from now at nine in the evening,” Taureau answered.

“Excellent. See you all then?” Bomb Bee asked.

“Yes, yes. I will need you lot added to the group chat. So, you can give me your numbers now or I can get them from Bloody Bug. Your choice,” Gallic Chick remarked.

Bomb Bee and Death Noire sighed as they gave Gallic Chick their numbers, including Harlequin’s. They said their good-byes and headed off. Taureau sighed and stepped back.

“I should probably head home. I meant to bring it up, but Gabriel is restricting me to the mansion again,” Taureau whispered.

“What? Absolutely not! I’m going to-!” Gallic Chick started.

“No! Please. It’s safer this way. For me and you guys,” Taureau said.

“Did he tell you that?”

“No. Nathalie and Stompp did.”

Gallic Chick relaxed a little, but crossed her arms.

“Are you ok with this?” Porcelet asked.

“No, but I get it. I don’t like it, but the last thing I want is for any of you to get hurt, or put yourselves in a compromising position just for me. Your safety is just as important as mine and I can’t recklessly play with that. Especially knowing Bloody Bug,” Taureau explained.

“Yeah. You should have seen it earlier. We had to gag her as we dragged her away so she wouldn’t transform in the middle of the schoolyard. It was… it was unpleasant,” Porcelet admitted.

Taureau grimaced. “I don’t want a repeat of that again.”

“Ok, but promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Message us immediately if you’re in danger. If you feel anything, tell us, please. Your safety is just as important as ours.”

Taureau blinked, then smiled. “I will. As long as it’s in my power, I’ll let you all know.”

“Thank you. And we’ll be sure to visit, right, Gallic Chick?”

“Well, of course. Who are we? Gabriel?” Gallic Chick retorted.

Porcelet smiled. “Be safe, Kitten.”

“You too, Rin.”

Taureau and Porcelet planted a kiss on each other’s cheeks, then rubbed their noses together. They giggled and shared a hug before Taureau headed home.

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justicerikai · 4 months

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Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #106 one day

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

Let me know if I missed something!

TL note:

おしるこ (oshiruko) is a traditional Japanese dessert made out of azuki beans, served with mochi.

透明感 (toumeikan) means transparency, but can also be used to mean fair skin.

ふたば通りのたね庵 (futaba-dori no tane-an) is the taiyaki store “tane-an” on the street “futaba-dori”. Futaba means seed leaves/sprout, and tane means seed of a planet. There’s probably some kind of leafy word reference here, I think…? But I am not going to risk it, so it’s mostly kept as is.

Iori: Fumiya-san, what do you want to eat for dinner tonight?

Fumiya: Oshiruko

Iori: I’m asking for dinner.

Fumiya: ….It’s cold so won’t hotpot just do?

Iori: Hotpot again~? Need more burden~ Also Saru-chan and Ohse-san don’t eat much veggies

(Iori picking up the shopping bags)

Fumiya: Iori, gimme one

Iori: I’m fine

(Iori noticing something)

Iori: Hm? Ah, aaaah!!!!

Fumiya: What’s up

Iori: Look at that, Valentines! It’s almost that time of the year!

Iori: Close call, almost forgot. Am I still in that hot spring mood? Get it together you slave

Iori: Fumiya-san, what kind of chocolate do you want this year?

Iori: Hm? Huh? Fumiya-san?

Shop clerk: How long do you intend to carry it with you?

Fumiya: I-I-I-I-I’ll eat it immediately

Shop clerk: Do you need a bag with it?

Fumiya: I don’t need to please just give it like that. How much does it cost. Please hurry I’m being chased by a dangerous man

Shop clerk: Eh?

(Iori appearing behind Fumiya)

Iori: Fumiya-san?

Fumiya: Ah! I told you! He’s here! You were too slow!

Iori: He Doesn’t Need The Chocolate

Shop clerk: Hieh!

Iori: ‘Kay we’re leaving

(Fumiya being pulled away)

Fumiya: Aaah! My choco! Choco!!!! Myyyy~!!!!

Terra: …Ghost-kun, I wonder what kind of clothes fit you

Ohse: Um, you really don’t need to do this. A piece of shit doesn’t need any clothes.

Terra: Amahiko

Amahiko: Yes

Terra: What’s your opinion on this

(Amahiko snaps his fingers)

Amahiko: Perfect, it’s intriguing

Terra: Right? Then I’ll go try it on

Amahiko: …Eh? Terra-san!?

Terra: ?

Amahiko: We’re picking out clothes for Ohse-san today…

Terra: Aaah! Crap! I ended up picking clothes for Terra-kun! Be selfless!

Amahiko: Terra-san, I’d say this piece piqued my interest.

Terra: Hm? Oh-hoh

Amahiko: A pinch of sexiness for Ohse-san’s pale complexion.

Terra: Eh? Why are you like, picking out clothes for Ghost-kun

Amahiko: Eh!?

Terra: Pick out clothes for Terra-kun! What are you doing Amahiko! Get a grip!

Amahiko: No, we’re picking out clothes for Ohse-san today….

Terra: Aaah! Crap! I ended up picking clothes for Terra-kun again!!

Terra: Be selfless! SELFLEEEES!!

Ohse: Let’s just go home already

Ohse: The guilt of using up both of your precious time is making me want to die.

Terra: It’s okay, we’ll definitely find some good clothes. So stick with us a little longer, okay

Ohse: ….

Terra: Alrighty~ Let’s get searching~

(Terra’s voice from inside the store)

Terra: It fits me? Thank you. Though I’d say anything is perfect on me, ehehe, also like---

Ohse & Amahiko: …..

Amahiko: There’s a good person in him, somewhere.

Ohse: I’m aware by now.

(Sound of the cashier)

Terra: Sorry for the wait~! I bought like, soooo much~! Hm? Huh?

Terra: Ghost-kun, what are you doing here out of all places?

Ohse & Amahiko: ……..

(Both of them breathe in deeply)

Ohse & Amahiko: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!?

Iori: Hm~? Ah!

Fumiya: ?

Amahiko: Oh? Spotted two sexy people.

Terra: Eh? Aaah

(They all come together)

Fumiya: Wanna go somewhere else?

Terra: Good question

Iori: Ohse-san, you okay?

Ohse: …Yeah

Amahiko: Tora-san

(Torahime coming at them in a hurry)

Torahime: Eh? Ah, y-y-y-yes

Amahiko: Any place you would like to go to?

Torahime: Eeeh? No… ah…

Terra: Anywhere’s fine

Iori: Your wish, sir?

Torahime: Um… um… everyone-…

Bunch of dudes: HAAAAH!? The fuck’s wrong with you! Hey! We don’t fucking know you

Fumiya: Hm? What’s all that noise?

The four of them: Hm?

(PIIIIIIIIIIIII)

Terra & Iori: Rikai-kun!?

Ohse & Amahiko: Rikai-san!?

Rikai: You just littered, did you not. Please pick it up and throw it away at a designated place.

Rikai: Before society tosses the piece of trash that you are out on the streets.

Man 1: Shuddup man!

Man 2: Why do you care!

(The five of them try to stop Rikai)

Man 1: Get that head outta your ass! You piece of shit!

(The five of them apologizing)

(PIIIIIIIIIIII)

The five of them: !?

Rikai: This area is a no-smoking zone, you imbecile.

Rikai: Or are you so naive you thought you could get away with it because it’s an electronic cigarette?

Rikai: You wheedling child! Thinking cigarettes will make you mature! When bastards like you still suck on your thumb!!!!!

(The five of them try to stop Rikai)

(PIIIIIIIIIII)

The five of them: !?

(Rikai slapping the hood of a car)

Rikai: Stop zone! It’s a stopping zone, stop! And you did not stop here!

Rikai: Discard your license if you do not listen to the rules!

(The five of them try to stop Rikai)

Rikai: Why did no one inform me!? How the streets are full of felons!

Rikai: They’d rather walk with their heads in the clouds! Rikai-oniisan cannot believe this!

(They pick up Rikai and run away)

Rikai: Time has come for me to take my exit it seems. I do not understand, how unbelievable

Rikai: SOMEONE TELL MEEE----!!

(Sarukawa getting the shit beaten out of him)

(Sarukawa coming beaten and battered)

Amahiko: Sarukawa-kun, what happened to you

Iori: Ah! Again!? Geez~

Fumiya: What’s wrong?

Terra: A fight again?

Sarukawa: S’fine, don’t touch me!

Sarukawa: Aah! All of you just shut yer damn mouths! Don’t bother me! Leave me alone!

The four of them: ….

(Sarukawa leaving)

Fumiya: Kei, we got taiyaki

Sarukawa: What’cha say? Taiyaki?

Terra: C’mon, you heard it loud and clear

Amahiko: Let’s eat them together, Sarukawa-kun

Sarukawa: I ain’t gonna eat! As if I fuckin’ need any taiyaki!

The four of them: ….

Sarukawa: Where’s the taiyaki from

Terra: You do want to eat it, see?

Amahiko: Tane-an’s down on Futaba street.

Sarukawa: That one!? That one store that always got them crazy lines!?

Sarukawa: Their speciality is anko! Made with authentic black beans all the way from Hokkaido!

Sarukawa: But the owners from Okinawa!

Terra: You really know your stuff, so you wanna eat it, no!?

Sarukawa: Hell no!

Terra: Just be honest for once!

(Terra and Sarukawa jostling as Iori, Amahiko and Fumiya worry and try to stop them)

Iori: Tora-san!

Torahime: Hweh?

Iori: What are you spacing out for! Come stop them too!

Torahime: Ah, y-y-y-y-yes!

Torahime: Let’s all get along! Right, right let’s all calm down!

(Rikai leaving taiyaki infront of Sarukawa’s door)

Rikai: ….. Saru, I’ll leave some here, okay?

Iori: Eat it before it gets too chewy, you hear me?

Rikai: Good grief

Iori: ….

The two of them: …Hehe… fufufu

Iori: Ah, It’s Ohse-san

Rikai: Ohse-kun, let’s go eat some taiyaki

(Ohse passing them by)

Rikai: Hm? Ohse-kun?

(Ohse going to the entry way)

Iori: Wait, Ohse-san?

Rikai: Ohse-kun

Iori: Where are you going? Hey

(Ohse leaving the house)

Rikai: Ohse-kun? What’s the idea

Iori: Ohse-san, hold it

(Ohse getting into the water)

Rikai: WAAAAAAAAAH!

Iori: EEEEEEEEEH!?

(The two of them chase Ohse into the river to bring him out)

Iori & Rikai: WHY! WHYYY! WAAIT WAIT WAIT WHY OHSE-SAN HOLD IT

(They all end up on the riverbank)

Rikai: ….! What are you doing!

Ohse: Please let me die. This piece of shit messed up yet again.

Iori: Eeeeh!? Messed up what!?

(Ohse getting into the water)

Iori & Rikai: WAAAAAAAAAAH!

(The two of them fetch Ohse out)

Iori & Rikai: YOU CAN’T YOU CAN’T WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS WHYYY GET OVER HEREEE

(They all end up on the riverbank)

Ohse: Please let me drown myself

Iori: PLEASE DON’T DROWN YOURSELF!!

Rikai: Just what in the world happened

Ohse: Terra-san and Amahiko-san graced me with their precious free time

Ohse: And they all I did was soil it with my murky attitude…

Rikai: ….No, I’m sure you’re overthinking it

Iori: It’s these two, remember? There’s a chance they forgot already

Rikai: As you say

Ohse: Really? So then it’s okay, yes

Iori & Rikai: Yep! All good!

(Ohse getting into the water)

(The two of them fetch Ohse out)

Ohse: Please let me die for now! We’ll talk about it after I’m dead….!!

Iori: HIEEEEEEEEEH!

(Sarukawa complaining about his injuries as he gets naked)

Sarukawa: ….! Damnit…

(Sarukawa getting into the bath)

Sarukawa: ….

Amahiko: Good evening

Sarukawa: AAAAAH!!

Amahiko: Hahahaha

Sarukawa: AMAHIKO! I FUCKING HAD IT WITH YOU! HOW MANY TIMES HAS IT BEEN THIS MONTH!

Amahiko: A rut awaits genuine ecstasy.

Sarukawa: DIE! Get out already! Fuck! …!

Amahiko: Aaah, aah Sarukawa-kun aah, aaAAAA!!

Sarukawa: …This fuckin’ guy

(Sarukawa getting into the bath)

Amahiko: Good evening

Sarukawa: EEEEEEEH!?

Amahiko: Fufufufu

Sarukawa: WHAT!? HOW EVEN!?

Amahiko: My new sexy illusions are still a long ways off from perfection

Sarukawa: EAT THIS!

(Sarukawa sprays him with cold water)

Amahiko: AAAAAAAH!! Sarukawa-kun it’s cold! The fresh water of winter!

Amahiko: AAH! AAAAAA!!

(Amahiko suddenly dancing)

Amahiko: Hah, hup, yaaaah!

Amahiko: ECSTASYYYYYYYYY

Sarukawa: DIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

(Fumiya reading a book)

(Sound of knocking on the door)

Fumiya: Mh, come in

(Rikai bringing a pile of books)

Rikai: Fumiya-san, here, all the books you requested.

Rikai: They’re mainly about resource problems, and there’s essays with the data too.

Fumiya: Thanks

Rikai: What are you reading at the moment?

(Fumiya shows the book)

Rikai: Energy… so that’s the topic you’re delving yourself into.

Rikai: What’s with the sudden interest?

Fumiya: …

Fumiya: Ah, my moped

Rikai: Eh?

Fumiya: Y’see, gasoline prices have been on the rise lately, so it made me start paying attention to it

Rikai: Aaah, that. At any rate, it is indeed a big subject that humanity is struggling with

Rikai: I do believe it’s wonderful to show interest in something like this.

(Rikai leaves)

Fumiya: Rikai

Rikai: ?

Fumiya: …Nah, nevermind

Rikai: It’s almost time for dinner. Please come downstairs when you can.

Fumiya: Gotcha

(Door closes)

(Fumiya closes his book)

(Fumiya takes something he had been hiding on the bookshelf)

(Fumiya takes out the Charisma radar)

Fumiya: ….

(Fumiya puts the Charisma radar away)

(Door closes)

(The seven of them enjoying dinner)

Iori: Ah, that reminds me

The six of them: ?

Iori: Rikai-kun’s birthday is before Valentine’s, right

Terra: Ah, you’re right!

Ohse: Yes, on the 11th of February

Amahiko: We must celebrate!

(The five of them getting excited)

Sarukawa: Tch

Rikai: ….! Thank you very much

Sarukawa: By the way, Tora

Tora: Eh? Ah, y-y-y-y-yes

Sarukawa: When’s your birthday

Torahime: EEEH!? My… my- asking for my b-b-b-b-birthday????

Sarukawa: Yea

Torahime: ….January… the 19th, but….

The seven of them: Huuuh~...

Terra: So last month, then

Iori: Then when we celebrate Rikai-kun’s birthday, we’ll also celebrate Tora-san’s birthday!

Torahime: EEEH!?

(Everyone getting excited)

Rikai: I’m looking forward to it, Tora-san

Torahime: …..!

The seven of them: Fufufufu… hahaha

Torahime: Haha… Ahahaha

Torahime: Ahahaha…Torahime: Ahahahaha!

#charisma house #charismahouse #kusanagi rikai #tendou amahiko #motohashi iori #ito fumiya #terra #sarukawa kei #minato ohse

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memelleity · 2 years

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hocus pocus sentence starters

❝ oh, look. another glorious morning. it makes me sick! ❞

❝ wake up, darling. ❞

❝ you’re right, i’m wrong. ❞

❝ stop that! i need to concentrate! ❞

❝ i smell a child. ❞

❝ open up your mouth. ❞

❝ get away from my potion! ❞

❝ there are not enough children in the world to make you young and beautiful! ❞

❝ dazzle me, my darling. ❞

❝ witches? there be no witches here, sir! ❞

❝ this is terribly uncomfortable. ❞

❝ we seem to have a skeptic in our midst. ❞

❝ would you care to share your california, laid-back, tie-dyed point of view? ❞

❝ everyone knows that halloween was invented by the candy companies. ❞

❝ it’s the one night of the year where the spirits of the dead can return to earth. ❞

❝ well, in case jimi hendrix shows up tonight, here’s my number. ❞

❝ look, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to embarrass you in class. ❞

❝ what am i supposed to do with my afternoon? ❞

❝ hey, how was school? ❞

❝ don’t be such a crab! ❞

❝ it’s a full moon outside! the weirdos are out! ❞

❝ couldn’t you forget about being a cool teenager just for one night? ❞

❝ we used to have so much fun together trick-or-treating. remember? ❞

❝ the old days are dead. ❞

❝ hurry up! the bewitching hour is about to begin! ❞

❝ can we go home now? ❞

❝ you should’ve punched him. ❞

❝ this is your home now, so get used to it. ❞

❝ give me one more chance? ❞

❝ whoa. check that out— something just few across the moon! ❞

❝ i love your costume. ❞

❝ well, come on, make a believer out of me. ❞

❝ look, just do this one thing for me, and i’ll do anything you say. ❞

❝ oh, come on. it’s just a bunch of hocus pocus. ❞

❝ how time fies when you’re dead! ❞

❝ it’s been great fun, but i— i guess i’d better be going. ❞

❝ you leave my brother alone! ❞

❝ she poisoned him and sewed his mouth shut with a dull needle, so he couldn’t tell her secrets even in death. ❞

❝ ____ always was the jealous type. ❞

❝ i hate halloween. ❞

❝ you explained it beautifully. ❞

❝ you will fail to save your friends, just as you failed to save your sister! ❞

❝ are you okay? ❞

❝ relax. i’ve hunted mice down here for years. ❞

❝ think soothing thoughts. ❞

❝ i need one of those instant ice packs. you girls are giving me a fever! yeow! ❞

❝ anybody ever tell you you’re very easy on the eyes? ❞

❝ i told you, i can’t die. ❞

❝ what would mother say if she could see us like this? ❞

❝ what kind of costumes are these? ❞

❝ haven’t seen you for centuries. ❞

❝ what the heck, why don’t you come in? ❞

❝ they thought i was a real cop. ❞

❝ aren’t you a little old to be trick-or-treating? ❞

❝ get out of my house! ❞

❝ something terrible happened. ❞

❝ how much candy have you had, honey? ❞

❝ don’t you see how crazy this sounds? ❞

❝ your kids are in danger! ❞

❝ i’m serious! it’s not a joke! ❞

❝ thank you, ____, for that marvelous introduction. ❞

❝ i put a spell on you, and now you’re mine. ❞

❝ i have an idea. ❞

❝ what is this place? ❞

❝ read any good spellbooks lately? ❞

❝ you can’t keep blaming yourself for that. that happened so long ago. ❞

❝ take good care of ____. you’ll never know how precious she is until you lose her.❞

❝ you’re a ____ now, buddy. one of us. ❞

❝ you wanna smash some pumpkins? ❞

❝ i don’t feel so good. ❞

❝ why was i cursed with such idiot sisters? ❞

❝ i remember it like it was yesterday… ❞

❝ my parents are gonna kill me. ❞

❝ i wish you could stay. ❞

❝ what harm could it do? ❞

❝ do you wanna hit me? would that cheer you up? ❞

❝ we are doomed. i feel the icy breath of death upon my neck. ❞

❝ take me to the window. i wish to say good-bye. ❞

❝ good-bye, cruel world. ❞

❝ nothing good can come from this book. you got it? ❞

❝ something’s not right. ❞

❝ don’t listen to her! ❞

❝ we need a miracle. ❞

❝ it doesn’t matter how young or old you are! you sold your soul! you’re the ugliest thing that’s ever lived, and you know it! ❞

❝ she bit me! ❞

❝ prepare to die! ❞

❝ there’s one thing that i know that you don’t! ❞

❝ oh, don’t say it. don’t even say it. ❞

❝ she really hurt my feelings. ❞

❝ i killed you once! i shall kill you again, you maggoty malfeasance! ❞

❝ you’ll be safe in here. ❞

❝ i’ve had enough of you. ❞

❝ i’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget! ❞

❝ are you okay? ❞

❝ you saved my life. ❞

❝ i love you, jerkface. ❞

❝ come on. please don’t be sad for me. ❞

#prompt meme #sentence starters #starter meme #roleplay prompts #rp prompts #sentence starter meme #rpc meme #roleplay meme

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teddie-laundrybear · 1 year

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Evening Frost (Fan character story wip) (Pt. 4) ---------------------------------------------

IMPORTANT -> [This part contains yelling, v!0lence, and bl00d. As well as mentions of de@th and freezing, so just be warry!] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ --- - His mind was moving almost as fast as he was being dragged, they reached a stopping point, the rocky ledges of the mountain, where their small snowy valley ended and the rest of the world seemed to begin. He had never gone past it before.. His heels suddenly made a sharp movement and dug into the ground “N-No!! No I’m n-not allowed!! I-I’m not of age yet I can’t leave!!” The Senior that had been leading the way stopped and turned back to Evening, “You were told not to speak..” Evening froze, shaking all over, head to toe.. The other Tabaxi approached him and grabbed him by his ears in one hand- he cried out in pain and hissed- “L-Let go-! It hurts- please!” The other didn’t listen and instead turned and threw the boy to the ground, he hit it hard, bruising his body all over and knocking the wind out of his lungs. His two teachers just stood there as he struggled to push himself up.. “Go on. Stand up and leave.” “wh-what-..?” “I said, stand on your damn feet and leave.” “I-I can’t if I’m not of age- I-I’d be considered running away- abandoning- I-I wouldn’t be able to come ba-” “I said. Stand up. And leave.” The older man's voice got ice cold again, his fingers flexing and showing his claws. Evening whimpered.. Trying his best to stand.. “Wh-.. why- what did I- what did I do-” He got cut off by another painful cry as the other struck him again, this time on his upper arm. “DO AS YOU’RE TOLD!” “Y-yes sir–..” He choked out, coughing a little from the pain and backing up. He was Barefoot in the snow, having been pulled from bed.. The bottoms of his feet felt numb from the cold and ice his light clothes weren't suited for being out here like this… He shivered, his tail flicked uncomfortably as he stood there for a small second, taking in his situation, his surroundings… He glanced up and past the two Seniors, staring at the faint picture of his home, the place he was born and raised and held every memory he had too.. Somewhere in that dark house, his mother was asleep, and tomorrow when she wakes up.. He won't be there anymore.. for a moment he wondered if that would hurt her, but he knew deep down, that even though he lived with her, he was her personal embarrassment, a walking living failure.. and these two? In front of him? the only people who he thought saw something in him. Guess not.. He trembled worse..

"You'd better start moving before I take an eye out on accident…"

One hissed while flexing his claws again..

"Just keep walking once you leave, until you cant see the mountains anymore..."

The other snapped out too…

Evening trembled worse and took a little step back, glancing behind him at the void of darkness…

"Now."

one snapped again making another slash at him and knocking his ear- he pet out a sharp mew in pain and stumbled back

"o-okay- okay I'm going I'm sorry- i-im leaving-.."

They kept their eyes on him until he had crossed it, the threshold of trees that separated their slowly valley village from the rest if the world… and that was it.. he had broken the rules, left before he was of age.. that made him technically a runaway, and he wouldn't be able to go back… he doubted, anyways, that his teachers would allow him to come back even if the rules didn't apply in this situation.. his hands were shaking, face red from crying, his tears were frozen to his skin he was so cold… The boy didn't look back, he couldn't bring himself too, he just reached his hand up and and rightward his fingers around his brothers freezing metal amulet.. and walked.

Hs could hardly bring his feet too be in front of himself, they were slow and shaky steps, each one dripping red behind him, his mind zoned out, Ina frozen state, just trying to survive. it felt like he had been set back to his basic function.

breathe.. in.. out.. step step.. breathe in out.. step..

He had no idea where he was supposed to go.. he had no idea why he even got dragged out- he was scared to look behind him.. scared that if he did, if he turned and looked back at his home, he would get struck again, and taste more iron, feel his skin burn with pain all over.. By the time he managed to snap out of this trance, he had no idea where he was.. how could he have? he had never even been outside of his home before.. he hesitated, but slowly turned to glance behind him. Instead Instead seeing any faint lights of his mountain home, he just saw.. darkness.. a void between the trees, the light snowfall had covered his previous tracks.. He was lost, and really really cold… He stood there for several minutes, shivering from the cold.. He felt so exhausted, he had no idea how long he had been walking, he realized as he froze that he was out of breath, small puffs of cold breath fogged up around his mouth like little wafts of smoke.. he stared into the void of trees, and suddenly his shivering form started to feel.. rather warm.. like he was home, curled up against his older brother… resting..

he yawned, the snow on his feet stopped stinging, and instead felt a little soft… He just.. Wanted to lay down, go to sleep… he was exhausted… the snow felt soft and warm… His tail swayed slowly as he stared down at the white bed beneath him… He slid down onto his knees and laid in the snow, curling up in a small ball.. his eyes started to close a bit.. when all of a sudden a memory hit him like an arrow to the head-

"Don't stay out in the snow for to long, Ev.."

"Why not..? I love playing in the snow..!"

"I know you do Ev, but if you're not careful you'll freeze, you'll start to feel warm, and you'll.. well- you'll fall asleep, and you won't be able to wake up. So you- you have to be careful in places so cold, even if it is our home…"

"oh… okay Frosty.. I will.."

Evenings eyes shot open as he gasped, sitting up quickly- stumbling down to the side and falling into the snow again, he looked at his hands and realized that they were shaking violently, the soft palms of them were vibrant red… His eyes went wide as he looked down at them, he needed to get out of this snow as fast as possible if he wanted to live for the sun to come out..

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#once upon a witchlight #legends of avantris #morning frost #fanfic #fan character #my baby #family dynamics #sibling dynamics #help i love him #he's so fluffy #poor kid #:(#I have more to be posted soon

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tragicromanceisland · 2 years

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What Happens in Wonderland, Remains

Character x female reader

Chapter Eight

It had been two months since you had begun staying with Vil. While he had returned to his busy schedule, you took care of the house and whatever errands Vil needed to run and just didn’t have the time. You didn’t mind since you felt it was only fair for you to pull your weight since Vil was generous enough to allow you to stay at his home. In the month you had been staying there you met Epel again. He was doing well, and his family’s apple business was thriving. He had a huge glow up. He even cut his hair he had turned out to be quite the cutie. Jack even stopped by a few times just to check on you and make sure Vil was treating you all right. He even took you out for lunch and dropped you back off. You were still fond of Jack.

You almost felt like this was a small taste of what martial bliss would look like if you chose Vil. You noticed on particularly difficult days for Vil he would seek out your comfort the most. Comfort to Vil was being a listening ear and hugs. Though you would be lying if it just stopped at hugging, oftentimes it turned into steamy make-outs, and it all ended the same way. Vil leaving before you could have sex.

You were currently putting away clothes when your phone vibrated in your pocket. You hung up Vil’s dress shirt and pulled out the device.

Vil: I’ll be running a bit late tonight. Don’t wait up for me to sleep. In the morning I have something to discuss with you.

You gave a brief frown. Vil did have days often in which he wouldn’t return until around midnight. You trusted him. You weren’t concerned about him cheating it was more about you being left alone. You carried out your usual chores, ensuring the house remained spotless. Had a sad dinner with a glass of wine and a bowl of pasta. Cleaned the dishes, then returned to your room. Jack and the others often checked up on you, but you knew they were busy, too.

After taking a shower, you remained in your room for the rest of the evening until you fell asleep.

Vil was irritated. He had to stay late again because he criticized a rookie actor. Not only did he have that going against him, but he also had to deal with seeing Neige Leblanche all over again. He was on edge, and he didn’t want to keep taking his frustrations out on you. He managed to snap some photos of you, but he didn’t upload them to Magicam. It was for his own personal viewing. His background was of you and him posing against the accent wall in his house. He couldn’t explain why he loved it so much. He just did. You kept telling him to delete it, but he refused.

“Hey Vil, is something bothering you?” Neige questioned.

Vil was shocked. When did he arrive? Vil tried to hide the picture of you two before Neige could see. However, Neige had already seen it.

“As if I’d let something arbitrarily upset me?” Vil narrowed his eyes as he refused to look at Neige.

Neige chuckled. “You know, I was going to say you haven’t changed, but I feel you have.”

Vil furrowed his brows and glared at him. “Excuse me, what do you know about me?”

“You can act as if your tough Vil, but I work in the same line of business as you. I know what it’s like. I’ve seen how hard you’ve worked to get to this point, too. It helps a lot when you have someone to come home to that you care about.”

Vil’s eyes widened. What does he even know about my life or what it’s like?

Vil was about to insult Neige until his assistant appeared with the tea he asked for.

“I apologize it took so long Sir. The tea you asked for.”

“As you should apologize.” He remarked as he took the cup from the assistant.

Neige just smiled. “She’s very pretty.”

Vil nearly choked on his tea. His assistant frowned.

“All right! Breaks over, let’s continue filming.” The producer announced.

Vil felt it, a dark ominous shadow beginning to eclipse his heart. Something he hadn’t felt since the time he over blotted at NRC. He handed the cup of tea back to his assistant. He didn’t want to bring you into the spotlight, but maybe if you were okay with it, he would bring you as his date to an upcoming event.

He took a second to message you before returning to filming.

Next Morning

Vil blinked open his eyes only to discover he had fallen asleep in your bed. He didn’t remember going to your room. Then again, he had a bottle of wine to himself while rewatching some of the clips his assistant had taken of his acting vs Neige’s. He was determined to outshine him. The frustrating thing is that Neige was a tough competitor. It hurt him that while he was the most attractive, there were still more who found Neige just as attractive. The comment Neige made about you had Vil turning his head and examining you as you slept blissfully unaware. He was studying your features. His eyes take in the sight of you. He found himself unconsciously reaching out and caressing your face. You held the same cute innocence as you slumbered as back then.

He slowly sat up, swinging his legs over the bed. He glanced back when he heard you shifting. He was afraid he had woken you until you stilled, the same shallow breathing. He was relieved. He stood up and left, cracking your bedroom door. Vil wasn’t sure why, but it was almost lonely not sleeping beside you. Even though he told you he would keep his distance. He furrowed his brows he had to stop doing this. If he kept doing as he was now, he would only fall for you harder, and it wasn’t guaranteed that he was going to win yet. He had been keeping himself busy, not thinking about losing you. Yet, he was already so attached.

Vil was also well aware that Malleus and Leona would be attending this event. It wasn’t just a special event for celebrities, influencers, and athletes, yet for royal families as well. Vil also knew a lot of reporters would be attending the party. He would be risking putting you in the spotlight, which is why he had to make sure you were okay with this first. He pulled his hair back as he began his workout.

When you woke up, you felt as if someone had been lying in bed with you. Or maybe you just dreamed Vil holding you close to his body as you slept? You sat up recalling Vil, mentioning he wished to talk to you in the morning. You dressed and made sure you looked nice before walking to the kitchen to make breakfast. Though you were greatly surprised when you saw Vil concreting as he prepared breakfast.

“I would have been okay making my own breakfast.” You confessed.

He smirked. “I thought you liked when I made you breakfast.”

You averted his eyes before flitting them back to his lavender hues. “I do.”

His smirk turned into a smug grin as you approached him. He arched a brow. “Do you wish to be burned? If not, I suggest you – “

Before he could finish you gave him a good morning kiss.

“Good morning, Vil.“

His eyes softened as he gave you a smile.

“Can I help?”

“No. Now sit down and I’ll have breakfast for you in a moment.”

You just gave him a smile and sat down at the table he had surprisingly already set. You wondered what it was he wished to speak with you about. A few minutes later, Vil had brought over two plates. He sat one in front of you before taking a seat on the opposite side so he could see you.

“Thank you for breakfast.”

“I’d like to discuss what I mentioned last night.” He began and took a bite of food.

You took a bite yourself, Vil’s cooking was so delicious. You moaned at the taste. Vil flits his eyes to you. He would be lying if it didn’t stir something within him.

“I guess I don’t have to ask if it’s good or not, your face and the noise you just made are sufficient enough an answer.”

You grinned. You both were off topic for a moment before Vil redirected the conversation back to his main question.

“How would you feel about attending an event with me? I ask because you will be seen by reporters and other celebrities.”

You raised your brows. “Seriously? You would be okay with me being by your side?”

“I will have to schedule you an appointment with make-artists and hair stylists I know, and we will have to go shopping for a gown. However, I have no qualms about being beside you. If anything you’ll make me appear more of a gem than I already am.”

Your eyes fell to your plate, and suddenly your appetite was waning. “…am I not pretty enough?”

Vil’s eyes widened. “What? When did I ever say that?”

“You said I would need an appointment with a makeup artist and a hairstylist. Not only that, I would only be making you look better by being by your side.” You glanced up at him, pain reflected in your eyes.

“No, (y/n) that’s not – tsk. That’s not what I meant.”

He huffed, sometimes speaking with you the misunderstandings were ridiculous.

“If I didn’t find you pretty, do you think I would have come onto you so strong? Even now –“ His eyes went to your cleavage visible from the V-cut silk nightgown you were wearing.

Embarrassed you folded your arms over your chest. “That’s sexual attraction. That’s –“

You stopped yourself and realized it was two sides of the same coin. You stabbed your fork into a piece of melon. Vil narrowed his eyes at your rude table etiquette he wouldn’t scold you about it. After all, you knew he didn’t like it. That was probably why you did it in the first place.

“If you need some time, please think it over and let me know before the end of the week. “

You glanced over at him and noticed he seemed a little disappointed as he was now scrolling on his phone. Probably on Magicam. He was constantly on social media. Though you couldn’t say much for yourself, though you were nowhere near as obsessive as Vil was about it. When you think about it, it might be good for you and Vil to go somewhere fun. Then again, you weren’t sure how much longer Vil would want you to remain at his place. You felt you were overstaying your welcome. At least you were contributing a little.

Two days later

Ace stopped by to check on you. You asked him to stay for lunch with you. As you were eating with him, you were telling him your current situation. Ace whistled.

“Dang, a big event like that. You know I heard some pretty big names are going to be attending that party.”

“Yeah, Vil said the same. Not only that, but reporters as well. I’m just unsure, Vil hasn’t appeared to be in any scandalous situations, and I don’t want to cause him more trouble than I’m worth. I’m kind of out of his league.”

Ace knit his brows together. “You are totally worth it, and you aren’t out of his league.” He muttered under his breath. “Any man would be lucky to have you beside them.”

You raised a brow, wondering what he whispered, though you were surprised Ace felt that way.

“Anyway, if you want to go (y/n), I say go for it! I mean it’s what a once-a-year thing, and it seems like a cool event. Besides, Vil seems as into you if not more since you arrived back.”

“You think so?”

“Haha, I know so!”

You smiled. “Thanks for staying and chatting with me, Ace. I appreciate it.” You smiled.

Ace gave a sheepish grin as he rubbed the back of his head. “It’s not a biggie. Thanks for making lunch it was delicious.”

You beamed. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it.”

Vil texted on his break.

Vil: I'm leaving early today, would you like to go shopping?

He began browsing some of the shops you both could visit and looked up nice restaurants in the surrounding areas. He had expected to hear from you, but twenty minutes had passed, and still no answer.

Have I done something to upset her? Then again…

Vil recalled this morning.

“Do you mind if Ace comes over today?”

Immediately, he hated the idea. He was about to say no. The. He realized he wasn't your husband and who was he to stop you from seeing a friend. He felt strangely bothered by this.

“Do as you wish.”

He placed his hand over his forehead. He had immediately left after that without even telling you goodbye. He had been really curt with you. He should apologize. Though now his wondering what you were doing with Ace that you weren't returning his text.

“Sir, is everything okay?” Aster inquired.

For the first time, Vil addressed Aster by her name since she began working for him.

“Aster, can you answer me something?”

Aster looked at Vil in disbelief. Was the world ending? Did hell freeze over? Did she die? Her brain did a reboot after crashing. She had to play it cool.

“What seems to be troubling you?”

“This potato seems to be distracting my potential fiancée from answering me. If it were you, what would you do? Would you ignore it? Or would you show up?”

Aster felt like she had been shattered at the words potential fiancée. So…he actually is dating someone. Whoever they are must be just as beautiful as Vil. I was wrong to think I even had a chance.

“I believe if I were in the situation, I would show up. However, I'm probably not the best person to ask relationship advice. Maybe you should just wait for your fiancée to respond.”

Vil gave her a deadpan stare. He glanced at the time on his phone. His break was ending. He stood and left to return to his photoshoot. He made up his mind that he would show up in person.

The moment he stepped foot in his home, he could hear your laughter. It would seem whatever the potato was saying was obviously funny – to you anyway. Vil was not amused. The moment he passed the foyer, he saw the way Ace was looking at you. How you were beaming.

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it.”

Vil couldn’t remain silent.

“What exactly did you enjoy Ace?”

You both flinched.

“Oh haha, didn’t see you there Vil. I was just saying how much I enjoyed (y/n)’s cooking.”

Vil glared as he folded his arms over his chest.

“Is that so?”

You stood up and approached Vil. He was still glaring at Ace. Ace finally stood up and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Look, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Vil refused to look at you.

“Vil, what’s wrong?”

Vil felt a little insulted, you even asked. As if you didn’t know Ace was the problem.

“Thanks for letting me come over and hang out with (y/n), Vil.”

“You should be thankful. Thankful I don’t kick you’re a-

You stood in front of him and narrowed your eyes. Vil was surprised. Were you mad at him for trying to keep that guy away from you?

“See ya (y/n)!” Ace exclaimed as he ducked out.

You glanced over for a minute before looking back at Vil. Vil was retreating upstairs to his room.

“Vil!”

He ignored you as he stormed off. You sighed. He was acting like a teenager who wasn’t getting his way. Well, you wanted to know what the big deal was. You ran up the stairs after him. You heard his door slam. A moment later, you wondered what you were doing standing in front of his bedroom door. You wondered if you should leave him be. What was with him becoming so upset over Ace when he said it was fine this morning? It didn’t make any sense to you.

You grabbed the doorknob, surprised when you opened the door. Vil wasn’t in his bedroom. You turned and saw the light on in his bathroom. The door was cracked, and you could hear the shower running. You cautiously walked to the door and peeked in, your lips parted when you saw him in the shower. You stepped away from the door temporarily as you removed your clothing and quietly entered the bathroom without alerting him. You carefully tread on the tile floor, making sure your feet didn’t make any noise. The challenge would be the glass door. As you went to reach for the sliding glass door, Vil turned and noticed you. His ears immediately turned red, his pupils dilated, and though he was surprised, he was left speechless. You slid open the glass door and stepped in. Neither one of you broke eye contact. You closed the door once you were inside, and he smirked.

“How bold of you. I’m not sure I should praise you or scold you.”

“If you didn’t want Ace- “

You were cut off by his lips against yours. The water rained down on you both as Vil pressed you against the stone wall of the shower. The stone wall was cool against your warming body. His lavender eyes pierced through you after breaking the kiss.

“Stop talking about him when I’m right here.”

His lips hungrily met yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pressed more of his body against you. Breaking his lips from yours, he brushed your hair to one side. You leaned into the feel of his lips against your neck. The lingering feel made you release a breathless sigh as you closed your eyes.

When you opened your eyes, you met his steely gaze. Your impulse to touch him took over. The water rolled over his skin as you palmed his shoulders and pecs. You nipped at his ear before whispering to him.

“Don’t stop tonight, Vil. I want all of you.”

You could feel his erection pressed against you. Your sex ached for him. He had blocked you enough times. Tonight, you hoped he fulfilled your request. You left a succession of kisses along his neck before sucking on his skin. You made sure that it was low enough it wouldn’t show. Vil loved the feel of breath, the touch of your lips, and the sensation of your suck and teeth as you marked his body. His hands gripped your hips as he lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Immediately, you felt the thick tip of his head press between your lips. You moaned into his shoulder as the water pelted down onto you both.

You were driving him mad. He needed you right now. His fingers moved to your clit, massaging the sensitive area. He observed the way you fluttered your eyes close, how you bit the one side of your lower lip to remain silent. He then leaned down taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

Your hand traveled down to his length, wrapping around his shaft, and you began stroking him. He moaned at the feel of your hand around his cock. How long had he been waiting for this opportunity with you? He was drowning in his desire for you. You rubbed your thumb over the thick tip of his head, and rubbed his length a few more times, as you felt pre-cum smearing over your hand. Vil who had been teasing you pulled away from your nipples. He grabbed your hand and removed it from his length.

You met his studious gaze. You noticed he wasn’t just looking at you with lust, but it almost seemed like..

Though before you could decipher his expression any further, he grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip between your folds. Your legs clamped tighter over his waist. He smirked, before pressing the tip against your entrance. He pushed in the tip stilling for a moment, allowing you to get used to this before he hilted himself inside you.

Your arms wrapped around his back, your fingertips pressed into his skin. The air was heavy, from the steam of the shower. Vil pressed his cheek against yours.

“I hope you know what you’ve started.”

You weren’t entirely sure what he meant, as he began to thrust inside of you. His hands moved to your ass as his lips brushed against your neck. You closed your eyes, as it was much better than you expected. Soft sighs fell from your lips as he made love to you in the shower as the water pelted down on you both.

The pleasant friction building your impending release. Your arms gripped his back tighter. Vil chasing after the high, he so desperately craved with you. Your bodies pushing and pulling against the other’s. With a few more thrusts, your fingers indented his back as your walls clamped down around his shaft. You cried out in pleasure as Vil’s movements became erratic until he pulled out. The tip pressed against your clit as he came on you. Rubbing against your sensitive sex your legs were trembling around him as he grunted in pleasure. Both of you spent as your chests rose and fell he pressed his forehead against yours.

You placed your palm against his cheek, and he pulled away enough to bring your palm to his lips. Your heart warmed at the sweet, loving gesture.

“I love you, (y/n).”

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mortalmab · 1 year

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Here we go

Terran cracked an eye open. Morning again. By far, the worst part of being an itinerant scholar was waking up stiff on the road. Late spring was a better time to be sleeping rough than some others, but this far north the ground still remembered winter. Terran pulled their bedroll more tightly around themselves for a moment, willing sleep to return. It did not. The persistent ache in their bladder, combined with the root they seem to have rolled onto in the night, made Terran climb out of last night’s bed and crack their back. Their breath made ghosts in the chill dawn air as they took care of their morning routine, packed up the bedroll, and continued down the road.

Hurstley, the eastern-most holding in the county of Valareth, was big enough that it took several days to cross on foot. It had been a long journey north and Terran’s purse was feeling the effects. Their feet were feeling it even harder.

The clop-clop of hooves and the creaking of a wagon brought relief. Terran turned and coming up the road was a hay wagon pulled by a braw farm horse. The old man on top looked like a peeled apple left in the sun for too long. Terran waited for the cart to catch up with them. They began to walk alongside.

“Good morning!” they called. The farmer nodded at them.

“Good morning young master.”

“Where are you headed, Grandfather?”

“On up to Hurstley Manor, young…ster.” Terran was used to the hesitation. They had been told several times that it was hard to determine exactly what they looked like and honestly Terran enjoyed it that way. Jaw just a little too strong to be comfortably feminine, chest just slightly too big to be comfortably masculine, Terran rested in a comfortable androgyny. The old man shook his head but continued, “are you looking for a lift?”

Terran offered him a brilliant smile. “If there’s room on your cart, Grandfather, I’d love nothing more.”

The old man was an amiable travel companion. He talked with pride about his farm and his home and his family.

“We’ve lived in Hurstley since the War of the Gods, it seems. Bora’s Body, but there isn’t a more beautiful place in all the world, seems to me. And Lirburn is a good master. My boys and I, we grow the hay that supplies the castle and the town below it.”

“You must have a big farm then?”

“Oh aye. And times must be good because Sir Lirburn has been ordering more of our hay than he used to, seems like! If this keeps up, we’ll need to till even the fallow field next year! I’d warn him though, you can’t keep using up the fallow field year in and out. Fields got to go fallow for a reason!”

He continued speaking but Terran stopped listening. Sometimes a Knight or Lord might have need of a few extra supplies if he was expecting a party or some such, but to make continued increases in supplies sounded to Terran less like times were good and more like times were about to get bad.

“So whereabouts are you from then?”

Terran jumped at the question. They took a second to bring themselves present.

“Uh, most recently from Tonbridge, but originally Tyr’s Reach.”

“Oh that right? You’re a long ways from the capitol, youngster.”

Terran shrugged. “Gotta go where there’s work.”

The old man laughed. “Too right, too right.” He seemed content to leave it at that. Terran was relieved. Truthfully, as a master in the Scribal Guild, Terran could have gotten work just about anywhere. The book in their pack burned in the back of their mind. Afar as Terran’s studies had taken them, their final destination was somewhere in the Duchy of Norfolk. Either County Valareth or County Cheshire, if Terran was right. Terran was unlikely to find a very lucrative contract out here but work was work and Terran would take whatever paved their way to their final destination. Wherever that ended up being.

The town of Hurstley had a relaxed atmosphere about it, being in the shadow of the manor house. The house was a stone manor surrounded by a wooden palisade at the top of a hill with a rocky bluff down one side. No way to bring a large force there without being noticed. The manor, the town, the holding of this size were all far more than most knights had. Sir Lirburn must have the good graces of someone.

Catch you in the next update!

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No Funny Stuff || Ri-na-ifreann

Adventures on Kik/Skype/Discord with @ri-na-ifreann Blockquote: ri-na-ifreann ; plain: me

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Crowley sat in the deep blue recliner in the sitting room of one of his many homes. This particular house was tucked away among the vineyards of Italy, surrounded by protections of varying degrees. It was, if he was honest, a favorite of his. But it was one of the safest, hence why he had stowed away there with his newest pet.

"Sir?" His eyes opened, hand dropping to the arm of the chair. The demon that spoke looked hesitant, so Crowley waved his hand impatiently.

"Hurry up with it," he grumbled.

"Oh, uh. I've brought the witch as you asked."

"Good," he shifted in his chair, straightening his figure a bit before she entered. "Send her in."

Kassie had felt it; there really wasn't a way not to feel it, but the call inside her head had gone unanswered. Not to be disobedient, but merely because she was busy with something else. Or rather, someone else, and she didn't want to leave. But when one of Crowley's goons showed up and transported her without waiting for consent, she was forced to act accordingly.

Ripping her arm from his grasp, she threw him a look that told him to watch his back before he scurried off to inform his King he had done as tasked. However, just before he was out of sight, the witch managed to cast a small hex. A simple, childish one, really, but it's what first came to mind. She was sure to come up with something better later. But for now, she let it go and awaited to be granted an audience. Turning around and taking in the drastic change in scenery, Kassie realised they had jumped into a whole new country: Italy, she guessed, judging by the landscape. How...peculiar... She wondered what business he had here, and what exactly he needed her for. She hadn't need to wonder long, however, as the demon kidnapper returned moments later to announce that Crowley requested her immediate presence.

Huffing a short sigh, she muttered, "Kiss-ass," just loud enough for the kiss-ass to hear as she passed, glancing over her shoulder to see the words 'Little Bitch' stained red on his black suit. A small smirk appeared on her lips and she shot her wand out, tripping the demon and sending him to fall splat on his chest like something out of a cartoon. The smirk grew but the little witch went to seek out who had called her then, leaving the man alone to contemplate his actions.

"Having me kidnapped is hardly necessary. I would've come...eventually."

Crowley rolled his eyes at her words. He had to admit, she certainly kept up the dramatic act well. Something else she had in common with another witch he knew.

"Please," he reached to the small table at his left, picking up the glass of wine he had been sipping at before he got word of her antics. "I'd hardly call it kidnapping. Speeding up a process, perhaps. One I didn't care to wait out." The wine glass settled back on the table as his gaze rested on her. "You know why you've been summoned?" The 'this time' went unspoken, but heavily implied in his tone. Oh, how he loathed having to play this game with her while he had better things to do with his time.

Her quip earned her an eye roll, letting her know that was not amused and perhaps shouldn't be pressed... But when had social cues,--or, in a more literary sense, prodding a beast,--ever stopped her before?

Kassie plopped her person in a chair besides the recliner the demon occupied, half listening to him claim that her being whisked here didn't fall under abduction as she picked up the wine bottle and examined it. The label was in Italian, confirming her surmise to where she was. "Semantics," she muttered before taking a swig of the wine. Its bitter taste almost made her spit it out, but she forced herself to swallow all the same. "Gross. I'll never get used to this taste. No matter how many different flavours they come up with." It dawned on her then that Crowley had asked a question; her attention diverted, bottle put back. She shrugged. "I don't know. You want me to do something? Usually that's how it goes. I mean, it's never like you want just to hang out or anything. Maybe go see some chick flick together. Find something better to drink than fermented grape juice..." Oh yeah, she was definitely prodding the beast now; her tongue was sure to be the death of her.

Cheeky little pet. He screwed up his expression to show he was far from amused by her tone or her words. Really, he should have expected it by now. While he had first been happy to taken her on, she had proven to be quite a bit more full of fire than she had originally seemed to be. It made for some interesting interactions, to say the least.

"I've received multiple reports that you have been playing tricks on my demons," he said flatly. "They are not your playthings. They are there to ensure you are following through with the tasks you've been given." It wasn't so much her actions that had become a problem, but more the annoyance of the demons' constant whining. They were lucky this was not a witch more similar to his mother, honestly.

Crowley could thank Sam Winchester for her– mostly– returned lively spirit as he had given her back something she had been lacking: a sense of purpose. And at the risk of sounding totally corny, that purpose happened to be love. Before she had just been going through the motions, living day to day emotionless and cold, but slowly but surely life was being breathed back into her. She almost felt normal, whole, not quite but almost. Much different than from when the demon had first met her, and apparently, all of Hell seemed to be paying for it.

At Crowley's response, a smirk formed on the witch's lips before she could even think to stop it; she covered her mouth and tilted her head away, trying to hide it until she got it under control. Just the mere fact that they went whining to their King was hilarious to her. Such a bunch of Nancys, honestly. Like they hadn't received actual torture before. Once composed, Kassie returned to look at Crowley. "Haven't I proved myself to you? Crowley, I don't need to be chaperoned.--Especially by your lackeys. They are positively dreadful and boring. It's not my fault they can't take a joke.--Or if they're whiny little bitches, who come crying to Daddy because some little female witch emasculated them."

A heavy sigh escaped at the reaction he received. Not unexpected, of course, but frustrating all the same. He waited for her to compose herself, turning her attention back to him. Her words that followed further annoyed him and he scowled at her.

"It's nothing personal; I don't trust anyone. My demons are there to watch you, both to ensure you're doing your part, but also to provide protection from any that wish to stop you." He shifted in his seat. "And yes, they whine-- a lot. So when you're adding to their reasons to do so, I am having to deal with them rather than what I need to. Understand?"

Crowley's growing annoyance wasn't going unseen, nor was it her wish to infuriate him, but this whole situation was causing her to feel like some child who was in need of scolding. She hated being viewed like that, and while yes, some of her tricks were indeed childish but that was just her sense of humour. And like she said, the demon babysitters were oh so dull; trying to press their buttons was a fun way to pass the time.

It was her turn to sigh--dramatically. "Yes," she finally complied before adding, "I'll just remove their tongues in the future." She smirked again, but then addressed his reasoning for the demonic handicap. "I don't need protection. I would work better on my own. You've seen what I can do. They're just in my way."

"Perhaps," he agreed. "But it isn't my habit to let those under my protection into situations without backup." He cleared his throat and rubbed the stubble on his chin for a moment. "If I have them watch from a distance, out of your way but still close enough if needed, would that alleviate your need to tease them so?" He hated bargaining with her, but he wasn't stupid. He knew what she was capable of, very true, and if he didn't watch his step that could end up being directed at him. Especially when Sam was a bigger part of her life, now, and was more than likely trying to find a way to free her from him.

At Crowley's 'but--', Kassie huffed and settled herself more in her chair, pulling her legs up against her frame before resting her chin on her propped up palm. She was sulking, slightly, but he was barely listening to her. Though, on the other hand, why should he? This wasn't a partnership, this was her upholding her end of the deal they had struck. Which was fine, she was grateful for what he had done, but...she just wanted him to have a little trust in her. At least enough to believe she would follow through when he asked something of her without his accompanying eyes. After all this time, she thought she would have earned that much.

However, instead of completely shutting her down and telling to suck it up, Crowley actually suggested an alternative to their predicament and sparked a sliver of hope in the young witch. "Maybe," she responded, perking up slightly. "No promises, but... It would certainly help." She paused. "Hey, do you have a list of the abused victims?--You know, just out of curiosity..."

He scoffed at her response, rolling his eyes as he focused his attention on refilling his glass. "Much as I'd love to hand you those that complained, I have enough to deal without having to take on angry demons." He replied with a glance back at her. "Just make sure you do your part, and I'll ensure they stay out of your way." Not that he wanted to do it, any of it. Did he trust her? No. He didn't trust anyone. But he needed her to think he did, at least to some extent, or he risked losing the hold he had on her. Though, with the blooming relation with Sam, he wondered just how long he would have that hold.

He realized he was staring thoughtfully at her and sighed, looking away. "How are things coming along, anyway? Any progress since our last conversation?"

Kassie watched his expression following her request and it was pretty much what was to be expected, as was his answer. She hoped he knew that she wasn't trying to get on his nerves, she didn't wish him angry with her; it was just her personality and sense of humour that could get out of hand sometimes, a flaw that others, too, didn't find so endearing. Eventually, it, along with her big mouth, would be the end of her, just as a fact. But until then, they were sure to bring trouble. Like now, for instance. "So dreadfully boring," she repeated in a mutter under her breath. She would have thought demons would have been more looser than angels, but they were basically just as rigid as the halos, and both quick to anger. Kassie sighed, relaxing her bunched up form. "Fine. I'll take what I can get." She stood then, looking around the room they were in before Crowley inquired how her assignments had been going, now that he was done berating her. She glanced back at him, her hands now in her back pockets. "On what front, exactly? --Mm. But there is something you should know. You were right, about Auryon. She was with your mother. The power's fully embedded itself into her being."

He was about to snap at her for asking stupid questions, but something she said definitely caught his attention more. "Was she?" His eyes narrowed at the following statement. So, the old hag had managed to do what he feared possible. Well, of course she had. Really, he shouldn't have been surprised by this turn of events in the least. A hand lifted and he lightly tapped a finger against his lips as he thought. Rowena wouldn't simply help the girl gain full control of the power. No, she would have ensured that either the power itself, or the holder of it, would respond to her with ease. Effectively putting Auryon, and what was formerly his power, in his mother's control. Damnit. "How sure are you about this?"

Kassie nodded. She didn't hear it straight from the horse's mouth, but Dean wouldn't have had any reason to lie to her about it. Even with his expressed doubt about believing anything to come out of Auryon's mouth, the witch believed the statement to be true as it made sense. Plus Crowley had been fairly sure of where his previous pet, and vessel of sorts, had ended up. She informed him of the power's current, progressed state and watched as his expression grew darker, obviously displeased at the turn of events. A flicker of guilt lit up in the young woman, causing her to frown and feel more remorse now than the verbal lashing did. "I'm sure," she solidified for him when asked. "I felt it, much like my own now than it ever did before. Watched as she used it with ease and purpose... I'm sorry. I should've tried harder. Maybe I could have gotten at least some of it back..." The problem had been lack of time to build up enough trust from Ry that she hadn't even been able to attempt a partial extraction. But the woman had fled not long after the eldest Winchester had and ceased communications. Not even Crowley was able to pinpoint her location. Guess they knew why now.

He puckered his lips slightly as he thought over what she said. The implications there were many, and most of them could work in his favor. However, if his mother had any sort of hold on Auryon or her power, then it could end up being very bad for not only himself, but the rest of this sorry little planet. "Well... that's unfortunate," he muttered once she had finished her description of what she had seen. Her apology went ignored; that plan had already failed and he wasn't about to attempt it again. "No, no need. It wouldn't have done us any good. For now, just keep an eye on her; let me know if she shows any signs of being loyal to my mother." He needed to formulate a plan. He also needed to speak with the huntress, at some point. This he did not need.

Kassie thought he might lash out when she brought up her failure, but he merely waved it off, claiming that even if her attempt had succeeded, a partial of the power wouldn’t have amounted to anything. Still, she felt kinda bad for letting him down like that, even if it really hadn’t been her fault.

She nodded at his new command on what to do next in the saga that was Auryon Hollen. “Will do,” she promised. “As for the other tasks, they’ve been going fine so far. And now that I’m being granted more free rein, they are bound to go even better, with faster results.”

He nodded at her response, though his thoughts were still stuck on the situation involving what had once been his. If he had had even an inkling that this would have been the result of his once thought clever plan, he'd obviously have never even attempted it. But the draw of doing something never done before paired with the need to hide just how powerful he was had been too strong. Idiot.

"Good," he said, nodding. "I'll expect more regular reports, then. At least something will be handled by someone competent." He drained his glass and set it down a little heavy-handed. "What have you heard about the Darkness? Anything I need be aware of?" He, of course, had many out keeping an eye on things. But ever since Amara had left his care, he had been wary of getting any of his people too close.

Crowley nodded when she mentioned the status of her appointed assignments, but Kassie could tell he was troubled and still thinking about the huntress. She was just grateful that he didn't seem keen on killing the messenger or ordering her to carry out an execution. Something she had done for him in the past but those had been rouge demons, not someone the Winchesters cared about. They would never forgive her for that, and she would lose Sam forever. Speaking of which--

Kassie pulled out her mobile phone from her back pocket and sent a message to Sam so he wouldn't worry about her absence since the demon who had brought her here had so rudely jumped her and therefore didn't give her a chance to say goodbye or anything. By the time she finished composing, Crowley was back with her and actually sorta giving her a compliment, to which she smiled but it disappeared at the sharp twang of his wine glass on the table top. He asked about Amara then, the threat that had everyone wetting their pants about and for good reason, and if she had heard anything. "As a matter of fact, yes. The angel, Castiel, learnt from the scribe Metatron that she's...God's sister." She paused a beat to let that settle as it was a lot to process. "And that Sam said that she told Dean that she was here to settle an old score. 'The oldest score.' They're guessing with God, since He locked her up..."

He'd be remiss if he didn't admit, even just to himself, that he had grown fond of the little witch. She was reliable, capable, and gave him a bout of entertainment now and again when she took her frustrations out on his demons. No, he didn't enjoy the whining he heard because of it, but he enjoyed seeing someone other than himself putting some of them in their place.

"Right," he mulled over her response, knowing this meant no good. Not only would a battle between God and his sister spell trouble for anyone that got in the way, it would mean the very end of Earth itself, of this he was sure. Damn it all. He'd have to extend his support to the Winchesters-- again. Because if there were horses to bet on in this race, it was those two. Much as it rankled him to admit. "That could change things. Do you think you can find out what it is the Winchesters have planned?"

Crowley kept a relatively schooled expression at, what she thought, had been quite a big bombshell to drop. Perhaps he had already known, or maybe he just wanted her to think that. In any case, she had been mind boggled to learn of the news. First of all, because she really didn't think about a higher power all that much, but she thought even less about the possibility of Him having relatives. However, if she were to stop and think about it, she supposed it made sense in the balance of things. He was light and she was dark. One couldn't exist without the other. But really, the whole believing thing made her head swim. Thankfully, Crowley chose to speak up then and saved her the headache. She nodded confidently. "Of course. Not sure they have much of a plan yet, but...when they do, I will relay the information." She paused briefly before asking the question that passed through her mind. "Will you side with them? Now that Amara's betrayed you?"

Would he? Of course, it was likely he had to at this point, wasn't it? God had his own plan, he was sure, as that was always the case. And Amara-- well, he'd prefer not to dwell on that. However, now that she was far from his grasp, she was a danger to him and everything he had worked so hard at gaining control of. So, the answer was blatantly obvious. Damn it all. "I suppose I'll have to," he said casually. "I don't see much benefit coming from the other options, and at least with those idiots I can maneuver things properly." He looked to her, meeting her gaze with suspicion. "Why do you ask, pet?"

Kassie realised too late that he might not take well to her bringing up a failure, sure that the disappointment and frustration were still fresh, but she hadn't meant that way. Luckily, he seemed to understand that and responded to her casually, actually providing her with an answer to the question she sought. More often than not, he would choose otherwise, refusing to allow her to peek behind the walls of his secrets, but for whatever reason, he had lowered his guard some. "Curiosity," she said, now answering his question on why she had asked. "Reassurance... With your conjoined forces, then I have no doubt that Amara will get what's coming to her." Which was, obviously, a good thing as the dark entity honestly scared her. Not so much for her own mortality but for Sam's. She knew this is what he did, and had been doing his entire life, but...that didn't mean she wasn't afraid to lose him nor concerned for his well-being.

An eyebrow twitched upward at her declaration. Such confidence in the abilities of the hunters was not unexpected. It was the fact that she was filling him with praise that had him suspicious. Not that she wasn't loyal; she didn't really have a choice in that matter. But the little witch had a mouth on her, one that might even rival his mother, and it was unusual for her to offer him such praise. "Hmm," he narrowed his gaze at her. "Of course, no doubt. So happy to see you have sense enough to recognize the winning team." His tone did not hide the suspicion that was filling him quickly. "Is that confidence in me, or in you jean-and-flannel-clad lover?"

Unlike many who's had sour dealings with the King in the past, Kassie's relation with him since the beginning had always been that of a business deal. She didn't harbour any ill feelings but rather was grateful for the relief he had given her. Of course, thanks to her budding relationship with Sam, the fact that her imminent demise was closer than it might have been had she not made the deal with the demon left things a little strained, but she was honestly trying not to think about that. She had made her decision, and this was the consequence. She just had to make sure she made the most of the time she had left with Sam, that's all. Nothing else she could do.

She was brought out of her thoughts when she heard the qualm enter Crowley's tone, and as she refocused her gaze on him, she saw the matching expression, which left her confused, unsure what had provoked such a reaction. "Um...both?" His question obviously had caught her off guard, not expecting it. "I mean, you're both capable each on your own, but together..." She shrugged. "I don't know. That knowledge helps put me at ease. As obviously Amara is a powerful force that needs an even greater competitor to put her down... You plus the Winchesters...are worthy adversaries." She paused a small moment before offering a tiny smile. "Don't you think?"

He kept his expression blank as she responded, letting her fully answer him before weighing her words for his own response. Finally, he gave a single, short nod. "I do," much as he hated to admit it. Still, the developing romance between her and Moose had become an increasing concern. Mainly because those wretched hunters were pros at screwing things up. Last thing he needed was for Moose to decide he wanted to "fix" his little witch. "Still, I wonder where your loyalties would fall if you were forced to choose between myself and your hunter."

The fact that he seemed to agree with her explanation only instilled more ease in the witch, glad to know that the Darkness would soon be dealt with and they wouldn't have to worry about her anymore, but that sense of comfort quickly evaporated thanks to Crowley's additional musing. As if he could utter a more loaded question. At least, he couldn't to her ears. "Are..." she started, really not wanting to ask; her stomach twisting. "Are you asking me to choose?" She looked at him with a glint of concern in her eyes that begged him not to. "Have I not done all that you've asked of me? I know I was slow to come here, but I would have come. I always do. No matter what. No matter how much Dean hates me or I--" She frowned. "Disappoint Sam..."

“I'm not asking-- yet. But there may come a time where you must decide. Thus far, you have been loyal, I will grant you that much. But I can't help but be concerned that loyalty would waver should your flannel clad boy toy need you more than I." Wasn't that the way it always worked with those pains in the ass? He never had anything for himself; all the best toys went to the favorite kids.

There was a spark of relief when Crowley said he wasn't asking her to choose but that quickly died out with his added yet. She looked down at the floor for a moment, gathering both her thoughts and her feelings the turn in conversation had stirred up, before returning her attention back to the king. "Sam has Dean," she said quietly. "Always will. So..." She shrugged her shoulders. "I believe your concern may be moot." In order to push past the gush of emotions that threatened to drown her, Kassie jumped at the first liferaft she could reach which of course was humour. "It's nice to know that you're afraid to lose me, though." Her lips twitched with a small smile. "Almost like you like me or something."

A single brow twitched upward as she claimed that having Dean would render his concern as 'moot'. A truth more likely than he was sure she would ever understand. A pretty face, and feminine wiles would only ever get her so far with a Winchester. When it came down to it, the brothers chose each other time and again, breaking the world more than once to prove it. He didn't offer her a response, however, deciding to allow that fact to settle into the back of her mind and take root. It would become a useful little tool in the future, he was sure.

"Don't flatter yourself," he scoffed as she attempted to pin him with actually caring about her. "Simply ensuring my investments are my own, and not easily swayed toward another."

Kassie might be blind to many things, but the solid, unwavering bond the Winchester brothers shared was not one of them. Sure, they fought, got angry with each other, but what siblings didn't? When it came down to it, they were always there for one another; exactly how family should be. But a bond that deeply rooted...well, it sometimes made it difficult for anyone else to get close as there was simply not enough room. Not that she wanted to get between Sam and Dean, she never wanted that, but...it was complicated and she very much did not want to dwell on it. Especially since Crowley owned her soul and the whole concept was, as she put it, moot. Honestly, it was good Sam had Dean; made things a little easier. Or, at least, that's what she told herself. Better that than replaying that conversation between her and Dean over and over again about how she was hurting Sam.

Crowley, of course, responded to her attempt to switch tracks with an air of annoyance just as she had anticipated simply because that's just who he was. It caused her smile to deepen, amused. "It's okay, you don't have to admit it," she told him as she began strolling around the room aimlessly. "I know you can't risk your reputation becoming tarnished. I get it. But you should know that I tell your demons that Daddy already has a favourite." Which was her, obviously, but gestured to herself anyway just to make that crystal clear.

He was not unaware of her taunting the demons. Many complaints came to him on what had become a regular basis about it, among other things. He cared just enough to do what calmed the pests, but, unless she did something serious, he wasn't about to make any drastic moves on it.

"On the other task you were given," of course, he meant the little issue of Auryon and her housing his power-- which his mother had been so kind to teach the woman how to harness as her own. "Have there been any further developments on that front?" Mostly he needed to be sure the Winchesters and their pet angels hadn't discovered any solution that he had no knowledge of. He doubted it, but they had a nasty habit of springing surprises on him when he thought he had the upper hand. It was annoying to say the very least.

Much to the lady's disappointment but not surprise, Crowley shut down her slight teasing in an attempt to get him to liven up by changing tracks...to a subject they had already brushed up on. Kassie tilted her head as her brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, staying silent for a moment as she studied him, wondering just how deeply he was worried about the state of things for him to forget like that. "In the last ten minutes? I don't know since I've been here," she replied, trying not to come across too sarcastically, but... "The Winchesters' attention is divided again, though. Between Auryon and now Amara. Which I feel is...dangerous. Especially when they're coming up empty-handed on both cases..." The witch was frowning by this point, wishing she knew how to help as she hated seeing Sam so stressed to the point that he would forget to eat or sleep or take a bloody break, but like everyone, she was at a loss.

Mostly, she'd just distracted him enough that he honestly forgot their previous discussion of the topic. That paired with everything else on his mind, and he was embarrassed to admit that this was not the first time he'd forgotten something so quickly. Of course, he wasn't about to admit that to her, so he simply let a shrug roll over his shoulders at the look she offered him. "Simply ensuring you remember who you belong to," he added offhandedly. He refilled his glass, despite it not being quite empty, then took a deep gulp. He wished the burning liquid did anything to dull his senses, especially in this moment. Alas, he simply drank it out of habit and a hint of nostalgia, at this point.

"Right, yeah. Of course," Kassie responded, sounding a tad distracted, still thinking about Sam, but after a moment, his words sunk in and her attention shifted. "Though, my memory has nothing to do with it, right? You own my soul. In less than ten years, I'll be hunted down and dragged to Hell. Despite the fact that I've done nothing but listen and follow your orders. I'll be treated like the rest. Right?" The words were flowing out of her mouth faster than she could come up with the repercussions of them, but clearly, she was growing tired of the disrespect. "Maybe you wouldn't have to spend so much time worrying about your investments if you made a little effort with them. I know you're a demon and all that, but for fuck's sake, Mate. It doesn't have to be this way."

His glass safely back on the side-table, Crowley folded his hands together as he let her spout off, as if what she said actually mattered. As she finished, the silence that fell between them was thick, and he let that sit for several beats before he cleared his throat. "So," he said finally, meeting her gaze and offering a smile. It was anything but kind, however, and one might even describe it as a bit predatory. "You think I should, what, coddle you and treat you like you matter to me?" He laughed, then, and again it was far from kind. "You sold me your soul, among other things. I have no need to make any sort of effort with you. You see, if you choose to cross me, or go against my orders, I have every right to terminate you. Because you're mine. Now until forever. And if you think, even for a second, that I will ever show you any sort of kindness or tenderness simply because your feelings are hurt, you can think again." His voice had steadily risen as he spoke, nearly reaching a yell, but not quite. He had to stop, to take a breath before he lost his temper completely and did something that would give him more problems than he already had. "I am sorry you dislike the way I treat you, but that's what happens when you sign a contract with the King of Hell, darling."

It was funny, how she had had one mindset--one full of denial and avoidance--coming into this room, only for it to completely flip on her. But Sam had been mentioned and her thoughts had traveled to that dark space of knowing that she now had something to lose. Of course, her soul was also prearranged to be ripped from her, but that hadn't mattered to her when she had first made the deal with the devil. Well, this particular devil. Anything was worth it to not feel like she was constantly drowning within her own constant feeling of grief. But now...with Sam... She was starting to realise that she would gladly take that pain back if it meant she could stay with him; if she could protect him from the backlash of her being dragged to Hell. She had formulated a plan for when her time did eventually run out, convinced that she would be strong enough to run away and therefore face the dogs by herself, but as time continued to pass, as things changed, it was slowly dawning on her that maybe she wasn't as brave as she had once thought. Plus, of course, the end result would be the same, either way; there was nothing to change that. Something that Crowley made sure to throw in her face just then as a result of her speaking out of turn and proving that her father had been right about her mouth becoming the death of her.

Kassie swallowed thickly, standing her ground despite feeling the sudden thickness in the air, but after receiving an ample amount of verbal lashing along with a raised tone, her gaze eventually lowered and small tremors began to start. However, by the time he had finished berating her, she had rectified her reactions and raised her chin. "You're right," she told him, holding eye contact. "I am nothing more than just another one for the books. Another transaction. You got what you wanted, and I got what I wanted. And yeah, maybe I made the mistake of thinking that you were somewhat decent, helping me like you had, instead of viewing you with utter disgust and disdain, treating you as though you’re a monster like the rest of the world. That’s on me. I get that now. But— It didn’t have to be like that. I was willing to look past what you are, what you do. Now…I just feel sorry for you. You’re all alone, and that’s all you’re ever going to be.” Clearly, she didn’t know when to stop talking, but she had started it and her tongue wasn’t about to rest until it had said what had been lying in wait. Either Crowley was about to lose it with her and murder her on the spot, or he’d order her away. At this point, what did it matter which? He had made it clear that she wasn’t worth anything more than just another nameless soul for the taking. “So…are we done here or do you want to yell at me some more?”

He rolled his eyes at her words. So much for a quiet evening. Despite her being a very useful tool, and powerful at that, she was still a young woman. And that was more than evident with her emotional response. Had she not made the particular deal she had, he had a feeling it would have been even worse.

Once he was sure she was done, he let out a long, slow sigh. "Oh, we are done here." He confirmed. "For now. You know your duties. And if I get any further reports from my demons of your antics, rest assured our next meeting will not be nearly as pleasant."

Bracing herself for some form of violent retaliation, Kassie stood there, waiting, but luckily, Crowley had weighed the scales beforehand, and instead of just reacting on impulse, he chose to spare the young witch despite the mouth on her. She supposed she should be grateful for that, but she was still upset; she thought she had been making at least some headway with him. Clearly, she had been very wrong. "Well, personally, I have had a blast chatting with you," she replied, words dripping with sarcasm. "Highlight of my fucking day. So, looking forward to the next." She added a false, snarky smile then, over things now, and moved towards the door from which she had entered. "Enjoy your old juice."

His narrowed eyes remained focused on the woman until she was out the door. With it closed behind her, he sneered, snatching the glass he's been drinking from and throwing it across the room. He watched it shatter against the wall, taking a slow, deep, calming breath. This was why he liked to keep things simple, avoid any messes. Because it was always inevitable that, when things got messy, he was going to waste more time trying to organize it than anything else.

#ri na ifreann #adventures elsewhere

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kentolove · 2 years

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“dump your bf if he’s never given you flowers before”

He tries to console himself.

Really, he does.

He tells himself that it’s really not that serious, and all you did was like a tweet saying to dump your boyfriend if he’s never given you flowers before.

Has he ever given you flowers?

He thinks of your one month anniversary, then your six month, then your one year, then your two year anniversary, and how none of them were spent with a beautiful flowery confection in your hands.

He recalls your first date, how it was spent inside a small cafe where you both spilled your hearts to one another. He knows he never bought you any flowers. Yamaguchi proposed the idea, but he quickly shut him off with a, “what kind of bullshit is that? It’s only the first date, that’s too… romantic, I guess.”

Fuck, he should’ve listened to him. Yamaguchi is never wrong. Never.

He’s learned his lesson now.

The next time he sees you (an excruciating ten minutes after he’s seen your liked tweet) he sits you down on his lap.

“What’s this for?” You smile, and it’s that pretty one that nearly makes Tsukishima melt down to the ground.

“I have a question.”

“Okay,” you grab his cheeks into your two palms and squish his face together. He normally hates the action and immediately pushes your hands away, but he doesn’t have time for that now. Not when you’d break up with him for not buying you flowers.

“Would you ever break up with me?”

Your head tilts to the side in genuine confusion. Break up with your Kei?

“Don’t think too much into it.” He flicks your forehead gently. He can already tell your train of thought, and how you tend to overthink every detail of your life, so he slows your brain down.

“Uh, maybe if you cheated on me? But I think I’d kill you before I broke up with you, yeah.”

Okay. Yeah. He’s fine with that answer. He can live with that.

Maybe he can’t.

It’s been nearly a month since he last asked you that question, and it still haunts him to this day.

He thinks that maybe one day you’ll come home and tell him that you’re sick of him, that he doesn’t deserve you, and you’ll pack all your bags and leave.

It stresses him out so much, that he vents. He vents. To Bokuto Kōtarō of all people. (He’s gone mad!)

Bokuto does the most Bokuto thing you’d expect, and gives Tsukishima the most obvious answer.

“Well why don’t you just buy them flowers then?”

“It’s not that easy, dumbass.”

“I think it is… I mean, you’re sad you haven’t bought them flowers, so buy them flowers. Problem fixed.”

He leaves the conversation utterly dissatisfied. Until the next day, at 3AM, Tsukishima Kei has a eureka! moment.

“I’ll just buy them flowers!”

(He jolts out of bed with a force so strong that he wakes you up.

You groan, sleepy and with drool at the corner of your mouth, “what are you yelling for? Go back to bed, Kei.”

“Yeah,” he whispers, to nobody in particular, “I’ll just buy you flowers.)

He leaves the house that morning, at around 9AM with a mission in mind. He’s going to the flower shop.

Tsukishima enters the small store with hesitation, staring at all the beautiful plants and flowers with skepticism. Which ones would you like? What if you’re allergic to the one he picks out?

“Hello? How can I help you, sir?” A nice lady with a baby pink apron approaches him. She smiles, and Tsukishima thinks he’s being far too dramatic. It’s just some flowers.

“Uh, I’m looking for flowers that send the message of ‘I love you’ or something like that.”

The lady smiles even brighter.

Your boyfriend walks into your home with a bouquet of red roses and baby’s-breath blooms. The arrangement is huge, big enough to cover the entirety of your Kei’s head.

“What’s this?” You ask, when he approaches you and places the roses on your lap.

“They’re for you.”

“Really?” Your eyes are as bright as he’s ever seen them, as dazzling as the sun in the sky.

And he can’t believe that he’s deprived himself of this. Of seeing you so happy over something so mundane—so simple—that your eyes shine brighter than all the lights in the night sky.

He loves you. And you love your Kei. (And those red roses, too.)

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sheetsonfire · 2 years

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Lucky

Fandom: Chicago PD / Chicago Med

Characters: Atwater!Sister x Kevin Atwater, Kim Burgess, Maggie Lockwood

Word Count: 2098

Warnings: Gunshot mention, injury mention

Requested: No

Summary: Kevin gets hurt whilst out with Intelligence, and the reader is not happy about it.

You sat filling in your latest creation at the kitchen table, you carefully coloured in between the neat linework you had created of a fierce tiger with an open roaring mouth. Kim had even joked that it was so ‘freaking cool’ that she’d get it tattooed on her back, to which you had tried to make a crafty bet with her - unfortunately, it hadn’t landed, and you had a sneaky suspicion your tiger wouldn’t end up permanently inked to Kim’s skin. Yet, you still remained proud of your work, giving the tiger deep rich orange and brown tones on its fur.

It was a Friday night, which was usually, without fail, a pizza night with Kim and Kevin, and sometimes Jordan if he decided to stay home instead of going out to play video games at a friend’s house.

The trouble was, lately, Kim and your oldest brother had been invited more and more to work with a ‘special unit’, and though you didn’t know all the details you had gathered enough from overhead conversations, and little bits that Kevin did tell you, to know that this invitation was important.

After a lot of persisting in your line of questioning, and asking whether your brother was about to become a spy, Kim explained that ‘Intelligence’ was a special group of officers that helped take down really bad people. And that she and your brother had been occasionally requested to tag along and help out.

You had huffed in frustration when 5pm rolled around with no sign of Kevin, by 6pm your tiger was mostly coloured in and your tummy was full of pizza, with a little extra helping of cookie dough to really send you closer to a food nap. At around 6.30 pm you could sense Kim’s own restlessness, her subtle attempts to call and text your brother hadn’t escaped your notice. You were 14 after all, not 4.

Sighing you left your art supplies on the table mat, shuffling over to sit next to Kim on the sofa. Instantly she held out her arm so you could cuddle in, resting your head on her shoulder as you sighed. She squeezed you a little tighter.

“I know, kiddo. I’m sure we’ll hear something soon. If we don’t, I’ll ring around and ask some other people, alright?”

You nod timidly, the frustration you felt with Kevin had fully been replaced by worry.

Kim had been trying to give Kevin time to wrap up his affairs with Intelligence, she knew that the work day seldom finished when it was supposed to. It was like that with patrol, let alone Intelligence. She felt a gnawing worry, but she also didn’t want to interfere with Kevin trying to make a professional, good, impression on Voight and the others. Plus, she didn’t want to hear it from Trudy Platt about not being ‘a secretary for Atwater’.

By 7pm Kim gets a call from Antonio Dawson, and her stomach nearly falls out of her ass. She knew that Detective Dawson would have no good reason to call her at 7pm on a Friday. With a glance at you, she extricates herself from your dozing form, leaving the soft rumbles of the movie playing in the background.

“Detective?” She instantly queries, skipping the pleasantries.

“Burgess, you with Atwater’s sister?”

“Yes, sir.”

“He’s in the ED at Med, nothing too serious, a bullet grazed his arm. Took a few punches to the face. They’re just checking him over, patching him up. He’s gonna be on painkillers though, you think you can pick him up?”

Kim’s brain stalls for a moment before she stutters back into life, “Y-yeah, of course. We can be there in about 20.”

“Great. Listen, uh, I’d bring him to you but I gotta get back to the 21st so…”

“No, of course, I understand. No sweat, I’ll get Y/N and we’ll be there within half an hour.”

“Alright, see you then. Maggie Lockwood will be expecting you.”

“Okay.”

“Right, see ya, Burgess.”

“Bye, Detective.”

The line is disconnected and Kim exhales. She knew that even if what Antonio had told her was true, no matter how minor the injury, the fact that Kevin was in the ED at all would freak you out. If she was honest, it was freaking her out too. Kevin had become such an important presence in her life, just as you and Jordan had in the process.

Gently she shakes your shoulder, brushing stray hairs from your face,

“Y/N, sweetie. Wake up.”

Your eyes blink open, taking a moment to resurface from the foggy layers of sleep, licking your lips that had become dry at the mercy of the salty goodness of pizza.

“Kim? What time issit?” You wrinkle your face, yawning as you take a long drink of the water you had on the coffee table.

“It’s a little after 7. Listen, kiddo, I got a call from someone I work with. Your brother is okay, but he got a little hurt today, we have to go pick him up from the hospital.”

You nearly spit out your water, eyes going wide with worry.

Kim holds up placating hands,

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. He’s okay, we just gotta get him because they gave him some strong medication. But he’s fine, alright? They wouldn’t let us get him if he wasn’t.”

You sigh, biting your lip, but ultimately what Kim was saying made sense, and you trusted Kim.

Putting your sneakers on, and one of Kevin’s hoodies that you loved to perpetually steal, you bundled yourself into the front seat of Kim’s car, remembering to at least message Jordan about your brother.

Kim attempted to calm you by letting you choose the music, but you were too distracted wondering over and over if this would happen more now that Kevin had been picked for the special unit. You fiddled with the friendship bracelet on your wrist, it was identical to the one you’d made for Kevin.

“Hey, Y/N, you listening to me, sweetheart?” Kim’s voice is gentle, and you sigh, you know she’s trying her best.

“Yeah, I am, Burge. Just… scary, y’know?”

“Oh boy, yeah, I feel you on that.” There’s a beat of silence, and then she reaches out a hand to squeeze yours, eyes still on the road with one hand still on the wheel.

“It’s tough stuff. How about we smack him upside the head when we get there, hm?”

Kim knows how to get a laugh out of you, the two of you derived a lot of joy by driving Kevin and Jordan crazy with your shenanigans, you are thankful to have someone that you could see and have as a big sister figure.

When you arrive at Med you’re taken aback by how many officers were around, you were used to Kevin being in the company of other police officers now, but it still made you nervous to be up close with them. Silently you link your arm with Kim’s, keeping by her side as she walks you to the desk in the ED's waiting room. She glances at you with a reassuring smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to help you feel at ease.

“Ah, Officer Burgess. He’s just signing the discharge papers, I’ll let you through.” Leah recognised Kim immediately, this was certainly not the first nor the last time she’d been to Med, whether for herself or one of her colleagues and friends.

You glance at the lady at the desk, she officers you a warm smile and you return a timid one back, already trying to peep through the small windows of the double doors to see if somehow you could spot where your brother was.

Following Kim into the main area of the ED, you're struck by a varied and unsettling soundscape, of machines, patients in distress, and doctors communicating hastily… in the chaos stands Maggie, whom you’d met briefly before at one of the famous Lockwood BBQs. Her soft expression and warm smile are an oasis in the storm, and though Kim is already heading towards her you feel like making a beeline, desperate to be with Kevin now.

“Hey, Mini Atwater, how’re doing, hon? I hear you’re looking to get an art honour this year.” Maggie rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder, looking proudly at you. Kevin had obviously been hyping you up, he had an embarrassingly sweet habit of doing that.

“I’m- I’m okay, and uh, yeah… I’m hoping. Did Kev tell you?”

“He sure did, sweetie. He hasn’t stopped jabbering about you and Jordan, the medicine made him really chatty.” Maggie raises her eyebrows comically and it gets a laugh out of you, the worry melting off your face slightly, you were intrigued to see your brother hopped up on medication. You would definitely have to get a video for Jordan and Kim, for prosperity.

Kim gives you a look, and you keep giggling, both of you would undoubtedly get a kick out of Kevin saying cute and stupid stuff.

Maggie steps forward, nodding in the direction of a cubicle, “Come on, we’ve kept you long enough. He’s in T4.”

The sight that greets you when you enter the cubicle isn’t as bad as your mind had conjured, but it’s still enough to make tears quickly spring to your eyes. Kevin’s soft glazed-over expression goes from slight loopiness to sadness within seconds as he sees how upset you are.

“Hey, little queen, come here. It’s all good, I’m fine.” Kevin is sitting on the bed with his right arm securely bandaged, his lip is split and he’s got a colourful bruise under his eye, there are a few scratches on his cheeks and neck, but really all things considered he was okay.

Kim moves to one side, touched by the scene as she reads through Kevin’s case notes on the table beside him, trying to give you some privacy in your distress.

“Kev, please don’t get hurt anymore.” You murmur, your voice muffled by his good shoulder as you let yourself be cuddled. Your big brother always could make you feel safe, even though he was the one who was hurt.

“I’ll always be trying to stay safe, baby girl. They just surprised me, but the unit had my back, it’s all good.”

He presses a kiss to the side of your head, leaning back from the embrace to speak to Kim, still keeping a comforting hand on your arm. He had spotted you were wearing one of his hoodies again, but given the circumstances, he didn't have the heart to tease you about it.

“Thank you for coming, Burge. And for taking care of this one.”

“Anytime, partner. And she’s the best company out of the three of you.” Kim winks at you with a grin, and Kevin laughs, nodding.

“That’s truth, I can’t lie.”

“We good to go, are you feeling ready?” Kim queries, worried for her friend just as you had been, though it was no surprise to your observant self that she was better at staying calm, she was an adult after all. One of the most level-headed, cool, fun and put-together ones you knew.

Kevin nods, pushing up off the bed with a wince, you want to ask if he’s okay but you don’t want to smother him. So you just silently link your arm with his, supporting him even though you knew you’d never be able to hold your brother up. He was much too tall and strong, yet it still comforted you to at least be by his side. He smiled gratefully down at you, nudging you gently.

“I’m a lucky big brother, I ever tell you that?” His eyes twinkle with affection, feeling supremely tired after his day, looking forward to being home and safe with you, Jordan and Kim - who would undoubtedly stick around to help out for a bit.

You swallow the lump in your throat, not feeling ready to cry yet again, you smile in surprise at Kevin,

“No… but, I’m lucky too. You’re the best parent, I don’t need anyone else.” You sigh, content and relieved that he really did seem okay, walking him out to the parking lot with Kim. You had meant what you said, but you said it with such a casualness that you had just carried on walking, not noticing the silent tears of pride and love that escape from Kevin’s eyes.

He really couldn’t feel any luckier, even on a day where he’d been punched out and shot.

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edie-baby · 3 years

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Can we please have a smut with Lando where he’s never been that dominant before and decides to try it one evening

whiskey soaked cherries | lando norris smut

summary: Lando Norris decides one day that he'd like to try dominating his partner, and well, he's actually pretty good at it.

word count: 4541

warnings: swearing, smut; face sitting, choking, bound wrists, daddy + sir kink, hint of a breeding kink, aftercare

notes: i'm sorry this took so long, i kind of got carried away

There were always a few indicators when Lando Norris was thinking. It was a common occurrence, the man was an over-thinker till the end, yet it meant he never did anything without being sure. There were levels to his thinking moods however, and they usually gave away the true depth of his immersion in his brain.

Level one: glazed eyes, and slow reaction times. Often when you spoke to him during this time, it would take multiple seconds for him to even acknowledge that you had said something, the journey from his head to in front of you could take a while, but he was usually pretty easy to distract.

Level two: sitting completely still and not blinking. The first few times you saw him lost in thought like this, you were unnerved. He could stare at a spot on the floor for five minutes, unblinking, the only indicator of life being the steady rise and fall of his chest, the rhythmic breaths falling from his lips were reassuring in this state. You had noticed once that he was so lost in thought he didn’t breathe for multiple moments. Your head was against his chest, the subtle movements you had felt for many hours before that ceased, and after a few too many seconds, he gulped down a gasping breath. This level was usually reserved for racing thoughts, strategies and tracks all consuming within his chaotic brain.

Level three: mindlessly walking, parted lips, slow, laboured breaths. You had seen Lando like this only once, walking around his house for nearly an hour, never reacting to your voice, never stopping for longer than it took for him to pivot and turn back around at a dead-end hallway. The day after you saw him like this, he had asked you to move in with him.

Level four: laid still on the floor, arms folded across his chest, eyes closed, lights on. You had only heard of this Thinking Lando, Jon and Charlotte having caught him laid in offices or empty rooms on the floor, looking like a perfectly posed corpse. You questioned him about it, and he had never had a true answer for you, something about the rigidity of the floor was grounding whilst his closed eyes let him wander as far as he wished.

But level five, you weren’t entirely sure existed. So, when you arrived home after work one day to a completely dark house, curtains and blinds drawn with every source of light turned off or obscured, you were rightfully shit scared.

“Lando? Honey, I’m home!” You called, your voice wavering slightly as it bounced off the walls of the entryway, travelling through the house in eerie echoes.

“In the living room.” Lando replied, his voice oddly composed, and you began traversing though the house, avoiding walls and furniture from memory. You were tempted to use the flashlight on your phone to get an idea of what was going on, but figured you trusted your boyfriend enough.

“Hey baby, what’s with the lights?” Your voice was laced with confusion, eyes trying to find the silhouette of the man speaking from somewhere within the room, but you were completely lost.

“I’ve been thinking.” He simply replied, goosebumps erupting on your skin as his hot breath fanned on the back of your neck. You thought his voice had travelled from the other side of the living room, but there was right behind you. You tried leaning back, desperate for some contact in the makeshift sensory deprivation room you had found yourself in, but he was gone. You jumped when you felt his hand brush against your calf, his other hand tracing up the outside of your leg to your thigh. You sighed in relief, the barest of touches from him always made you feel alight with pleasure.

“You don’t usually think like this. What’s on your mind?” You asked, voice breathy as you felt the constantly moving palms on your legs, the skirt you had worn that day a barrier between where you really wanted him, and the rough calloused hands that left goosebumps in their wake. He didn’t dare move the hem of your skirt, choosing to roam over it with lazy strokes.

“I want to try something with you. But, I need your full consent, and we need ground rules.” Lando replied, the languid strokes turning to loving touches, the brief brush of his fingertips against a scar on your knee, the same fingers caressing a path down your calf to remove your shoes.

“You know I’d trust you to do anything. Anything you want to do, I consent to 100%.” Your voice was sure, strong and assured. You felt Lando’s fingers still for a bare moment, a long intake of air telling you Lando was revelling in the romantics of your words. He often did that when you spoke about your admiration for him, honey-sweet words warming his heart like nothing else.

“No, I need you to listen to this. I want your explicit consent.” Lando continued, his words firmer, causing anxiety to swirl in your stomach for a brief moment before you realised exactly who he was. It was Lando, your chaotic boyfriend who screamed instead of laughing. A man you had been hopelessly in love with for nearly three years, who treated you like a goddess, who worshipped you for your flaws as much as your perfections.

“Okay. So tell me.” You stated. There was no question, no anxiety, no confusion in your words. Because you knew this man like the back of your hand, and you knew he knew you just as well, if not better. His fingers, which had still been brushing against your skin like a whisper suddenly gripped into the skin of your thighs, a comforting presence as he prepared to let the words tumble from his lips.

“I want to be in charge. I want to have complete control over you. For you to submit to me. Be one hundred percent mine to do whatever I want to do. I want to tie you up, have you completely at my mercy. I want to pull orgasm after orgasm from you until you’re begging me to stop, that you can’t take it anymore. And then I’m going to give you one more, because I can, and because I get to decide what happens to you. I want to drive my cock into your pussy until tears of pleasure stain those gorgeous cheeks of yours. I want to spank you until you can no longer sit down. I want to wrap my hand around that little throat of yours until you see the stars I see in your eyes every day. I want to cover your body in marks, fingerprints, hickeys, bites, whatever I can to make sure everyone knows who the fuck you belong to. And after all that, I want to cum inside this pussy, because it’s mine and no one else’s.” Lando growled, his grip on your thighs wavering as he detailed his fantasy, one that you were all too happy to bring to life.

“Yes. I consent. To all of it. I’m yours Lando, and I trust you with every fibre of my being.” You spoke clearly, wanting him to hear just how willing you were to help him fulfill the dreams he had obviously been thinking of all day.

At your reassuring words, Lando surged forward, his eyes obviously more adjusted to the dark room than yours as he found your lips with ease, finally indulging you in your own desires of finally having his lips against yours after a day spent apart. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, an involuntary gasp leaving your mouth and allowing Lando’s tongue to move slowly against yours. His hands, still with a grip on your thighs, slid them apart, which allowed him to shuffle further forward on his knees.

His lips travelled to your neck, nipping, licking and sucking on the flesh that he knew would make you whimper. Your hands, previously resting on his muscled forearms, reached for the lamp next to you, your eyes desperate to see the hungry look you knew was plastered on his face. The warm light flickered on, bathing his tanned skin in rays of honey-gold that only served to make him look more like a God among men than he already seemed to you.

“Get up. Go to the bedroom. When I get there, I want you naked and spread on the bed for me. You’re at my mercy tonight, darling, so you best not disobey or there’ll be hell to pay.” Lando growled, the intrusion of the light having snapped the remaining thread that held the usually sweet, albeit passionate and hungry, man that you had been sleeping with for so long.

Your breath caught in your throat, the dominance Lando was showing shot heat and pleasure to your core in a way you had never experienced. You stood quickly, beginning a fast walk toward your shared bedroom. Charged nerves surged through your body when you heard Lando’s steps trailing behind you, your hands moving in a frenzy to rid the clothes covering the body Lando was about to devour. When you finally got into your room, you only had a black lace thong remaining, so you threw it across the room and dove onto the bed just in time for the shirtless Brit to appear in the doorway with an impressed look on his features.

“I’m surprised, and almost disappointed. I was sure I’d get to punish you tonight, but I guess I’ll have to leave that for another day. Look at you though, all laid out and ready for me like the needy little whore you are. I bet you can’t fucking wait to be wrapped around my cock, to be filled up with my cum and feel it drip down your thighs.” Lando’s words had you keening, your body almost curling in on itself as he spoke all the words, pressed all the buttons that you didn’t know you had. You already felt like you were dripping onto the sheets beneath your body, and from the way Lando’s eyes were transfixed on your pussy, you were sure he could confirm your hypothesis.

He started towards you, kicking himself off the door frame with a smirk that would make you jump his bones at any given moment. His gaze was predatory, planning all the different ways he could tear you apart and put you back together before you would be sobbing with pleasure, overstimulated to the point of pleasing pain. Lando stopped as his shins met the side of the bed, staring down at you like prey. You whimpered, this new dominant side of your boyfriend was ruining you, and you wished for it to never end.

“Please, Lando, touch me.” You whimpered, skin alight with anticipation and wanton lust, your hairs standing on end, waiting for the prickling feeling to dissipate with the touch of his skin against yours.

“Please Daddy. And I’ll decide when you get touched.” Lando growled, the title more of a command than a suggestion, and that alone had your body curling.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” The name tasted like whiskey soaked cherries on your tongue; all sweet and spicy, innocent and sensual, an invitation and an offering. A spark behind Lando’s eyes let you know exactly how much he liked the keening way you spoke, and in barely a moment, his body was covering yours.

Your legs already opened wide for him, allowing his hips to slot in right between your thighs, your wet core lining up with his denim covered cock, already straining against the material purely from words spoken and the way the light from the lamp in the corner made your pussy glisten with its juices. His hands beside your head caged you in, holding the weight of his torso and unbridled dominance from crushing you.

Your breath came out shaky, bottom lip quivering in anticipation of feeling his lips on yours, every muscle in your body working to keep you from launching upwards and taking exactly what you wanted. Lando granted those wishes, diving down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, the frustration he usually held back while fucking you finally manifesting itself as hot, fiery passion. He needed this release, and you were the perfect vessel to release into. Every nip of his teeth, stroke of his tongue and bare touch of his fingers against your naked skin, it was too much and not enough.

“I need you to tell me if you need me to stop, we need a safeword. Use it if I go too far, or if I hurt you, or if you just need a second. Because I don’t want to lose myself in you and not realise I’m doing something wrong.” Lando spoke, breathless from the head spinning kiss, and you almost cooed, there was really nothing Lando could do to you that would hurt you, and it was sweet that he still didn’t understand that fact, but you followed along for his peace of mind.

“Orange.” You replied, almost instantly. The colour was so deeply ingrained in your relationship that you felt it both fitting and comforting, and Lando agreed as he nodded along, repeating the word in his mind and tying alarm bells and stop signs to it.

“Good. Now sit on my face.”

“I’m sorry what?” You squeaked, the request having given you whiplash, and as you stared into Lando’s eyes, no hin of remorse or asking, you realised the man was dead fucking serious.

“Did I stutter?” Lando asked again, his eyes glaring at your face as you continued to try and process the last seventeen seconds, but when your body was flipped from lying comfortably against your mattress to straddling a muscled chest, you realised you’d have to be a lot quicker to keep up with Lando tonight.

“If I have to ask you one more time, you won’t like what happens.” Lando growled, the deep tones of his domineering voice filling the room and hanging heavily in the air. You looked down to his face, his chin barely five centimetres from your pussy, and decided it was now or fucking never. So you shuffled awkwardly up the bed, apparently too slow for Lando, because he hooked his arms around your thighs and dragged your body to exactly where he wanted it. Your dripping core suspended above him, his nose brushing your clit each time your thighs spasmed in your pleasure.

“Is this okay Daddy?” You whispered, your hands gripping the headboard in front of you like a lifeline. Lando’s entire body spasmed, his arms tensing around your thighs and pulling your wet cunt to his face just as a guttural moan tore from the depths of his chest, his arms shaking with the force of containing whatever beast had just been awoken inside of him.

Lando ate you out with a ferocity you had never expected a man to possess, his tongue lapped, tasted, prodded and fucked through your folds like a man starved. His nose brushed your clit every so often, jolting your hips and causing you to ride his face until a swift slap warmed your ass cheeks.

“Sorry Daddy.” You mumbled, embarrassment warming your cheeks as the pleasure built up much faster and harder than ever before. Lando slid one of his calloused digits into your cunt, his mouth moving to focus on your clit, sucking and licking at the bundle of nerves while you clenched around his fingers with a passion.

“You better not cum until I say you can.” Lando’s voice was muffled, but you understood exactly what he meant. Your whimper that followed made Lando chuckle, and you moaned as the vibrations and exhaled breath hit your core and made your entire body convulse, the pleasure was blinding, but your brain was fixated on not cumming until Lando allowed you to.

Your body was so hot with pleasure, your vision coated white to the point you didn’t know if your eyes were open or closed, and your perception of time had vanished long ago. Lando could have been eating you out for five minutes or five hours, you had no clue anymore, all you knew was that it felt so good, and it was Lando making you feel this way.

“You’re doing so good baby, fuck. If you keep making those sounds I might cum before you even touch me.” Lando’s voice brought you back to reality, as you had been so lost you didn’t realise you had been moaning, the sounds of pleasure verging on screams as you passed ‘about to cum’ and entered ‘about to pass out’.

“You make me feel so good Daddy. So fucking good, shit.” Your reply was garbled, moans and whimpers cutting off words. Lando hummed, his lips latching onto your clit and sucking exceptionally hard as his fingers curled just the right way, and you knew you were a goner.

“Cum now baby girl.” Lando mumbled, syllables lost to the flesh of your pussy, but you got the message. The relief that coated your body was like cold water on a hot summer day, drenching your screaming senses in a blanket of calm, your vision returning in flashes of colour, your ears ringing with high pitched screams, ones which you realised after a moment were your own sounds of pleasure. Lando continued his ministrations as you came down, prolonging your pleasure while you regained consciousness and became fully aware of what was happening around you.

Lando stopped, his eyes opening to see you already staring down at him in awe, and he helped you move from your position over his head to laying beside him on the bed, your skin already shining with a thin coat of sweat.

You looked over at your boyfriend, disbelief in your eyes as you stared at the wetness covering the bottom half of his face, and some of his neck. He looked smug as ever, a sliver of your young boyfriend shining through the dominant facade he had on tonight, but as soon as you started picking out the familiar pieces, his eyes turned cold again, the smirk being replaced with a tensed jaw. Your heart stopped for a moment, the one-eighty made your pussy flutter around nothing, and suddenly you were painfully aware of just how empty you felt.

“Can I touch you?” You asked, eyes wide and innocent, your bottom lip pouting as you looked up at Lando, hoping to run your hands across his chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath the taut skin, to drag your nails across his thighs, dig your fingers into his skin as he fucks you.

“Do you want to try asking that again?” Lando replied, his tone almost patronising as he looked at you, practically vibrating with desperation to touch him. It filled him with unbelievable pride, to have you so wanting just to feel him, it stroked his ego more than winning any Grand Prix ever could.

“I’m sorry sir. Can I please touch you? I want to make you feel good too.” You whimpered, the new title falling from your lips naturally, and though he hadn’t answered you, or granted you permission to touch him, he pounced.

His lips collided with yours, sharing the taste of you in the kiss and you moaned at the sensation, your nails reaching up to claw at Lando’s back. His hands where everywhere, grabbing your tits with rough hands, flicking your nipples with calloused skin, gripping your hips with intent to bruise, desperate to leave the evidence of his claim on you. His lips traced the familiar path to your jaw, up to your ear where he sunk his teeth into the lobe, letting his lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

Except the sweet nothings tonight were anything but.

“Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum. Watch it drip out of you and then fuck it back into you with my fingers. Gonna make you a mummy, huh? Have you walking around the paddock with my baby in you. That way everyone knows you’re mine and that I was the one that fucked you so good.” The filthy words being fed right into your ear, along with the strong grip on your hips and the rolling of Lando’s hips pressing his bulge into your core was going to make you go feral.

“Fuck me, sir. Put your baby in me please. Wanna be a mummy for you.” You purred, the words rolling off your tongue in waves that sent shivers down Lando’s spine. He leant back, sat back on his haunches as he took in the sight of your body, still trembling slightly from the powerful orgasm. He slowly undid his belt, your eyes trained on the movements his hands made, biting your lip as you got one step closer to seeing his cock, a sight you could and would never tire of. With his belt gripped tightly in his hands, Lando made a decision he would never regret.

He scooped your hands up in one of his, the other holding the belt, and positioned your hands above your head, fingers brushing against the headboard. He looped the belt through the wrought iron, fastening the leather around your hands tight enough to keep them there, but not tight enough to do any damage to you. You tugged on the restraints lightly, pouting when you found there wasn’t enough give to touch Lando while he fucked you into the mattress.

Lando gave the restraints a few investigative tugs, and when there was little movement and he was satisfied with the results, he leaned back, staring down at you yet again. You were starting to think he was getting more enjoyment out of just staring at you than anything else.

With heavy breathing and the occasional squeak of the headboard as you attempted to break free of the belt holding your wrists hostage, Lando finally began removing his sinfully tight black jeans. He pushed them down his legs with a carefree attitude, as though he had all the time in the world, whilst you were squirming around on the bed, desperate to get a look at, a hold of, a taste of what was hidden now by the thin black cotton that stretched over his painfully hard cock.

“If you keep squirming like that, I’ll tie your ankles next to your wrists and fuck you like that. Is that what you want?” Lando growled, pausing in his tantalising show of getting undressed to glare at you. You halted almost immediately, the image of Lando plowing into you while your wrists and ankles were bound together. You gulped, the vision was certainly tempting, however your pussy wouldn’t be able to take such a beating.

“No sir. I’m sorry sir.” You whimpered back, your words sent shocks of electricity through Lando’s body, and having abandoned his teasing display, he tore his underwear off and climbed onto your bed in a hurry.

He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping a few times and letting out a shuddering sigh. His eyes cut to yours, a blazing fury warming them from the usual cool blue green to a warm green that made your pussy flutter. He slid the tip of his cock through your wet folds, biting his lower lip to contain the moans that were ready to fall past his lips. Your fists clenched around the belt, desperate for something to hold onto.

Lando thrust his hips into yours, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. You both moaned, the sweet relief of finally wrapping your velvety walls around his cock was overwhelming. Quite quickly, Lando set a punishing pace, his hips rolling out of you before snapping back to meet yours, his pubic bone putting delectable pressure on your clit, forcing moans out of your lips at an alarming rate.

His hands held a death grip on your hips, keeping your squirming body in its place while he used your body for his own pleasure. Your moans became louder, his hips forcing his cock deeper into your cunt, but Lando didn’t like that.

“You shut the fuck up and take my cock like a good little slut, yeah?” He spoke, his right hand reaching up to wrap around your throat, his fingers squeezing around the sides. The pressure only added to your mounting pleasure, Lando squeezing intermittently when you let out a particularly loud moan, reducing you to a pile of whimpers and pleas.

His hips began stuttering, the pleasure he was feeling overwhelming the perfect pace he had set. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him further into your hungry cunt, clenching around him like you were trying to pull his entire being into you. And maybe you were, if he kept this up, you were never going to let him out of you again.

“Fuck, I’m so close.” He whimpered, the first show of your usual Lando shining through, his hips moving with a renewed vigor. You couldn’t form words, his cock brushing against your g-spot with each thrust, forcing your body higher up the bed, your arms still bound above your head. The hand around your throat squeezed harder, and for a moment all you saw were stars, the pleasure of your second orgasm ripping through your body like a tidal wave. Each atom in your body was torn apart and stitched back together with the threads of Lando’s hot seed and rough hands.

Lando pulled out of you, watching his cum drip down your thighs for a moment before he jumped from the bed, hurrying into the ensuite as quickly as he could on shaky legs. You could hear the tap running, and after a few moments, he returned with a wet rag and your favourite lotion, leaving the bottle on the side table while he cleaned the mess between your thighs, becoming entranced with the sight for another moment before he finished up, tossing the dirty cloth into the ensuite. Lando crawled up the bed to you, undoing the belt that had begun to rub your wrists raw, and with your finally free hands, you cupped your boyfriend’s cheeks, pulling him into a sweet kiss to stop the steam train of thoughts inevitably running through his head.

With soft hands and caring eyes, Lando began rubbing the lotion onto your red wrists, kissing the skin briefly, then leaving another sweet kiss on your lips.

“Was that okay?” He whispered, insecurity rearing its head yet again, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the nervous look he was giving you.

“More than okay, baby. That was amazing. 10/10 would try again.” You giggled, caressing his shoulders with slow hands, grateful to finally be feeling his skin again.

“Well, I wouldn’t be mad at that. I have some ideas.” Lando replied, a cheeky lilt to his voice as he laid down beside you, pulling the covers up to cover you both.

“Oh, do you now? I’m all ears.”

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tiramisiyu · 3 years

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Tears of Themis: Xia Yan/Luke 【妄夜之魇】 Looming Nightmare - Date Translation

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Part 1

Forest

In the morning, a group of villagers walked slowly through the forest’s rocks and mud.

Nearby, a young man dressed as a knight noticed them.

Luke: Please wait!

The young man pushed aside the dense branches, rushing over to the villagers.

Villager Captain: You are…?

Luke: My apologies for troubling you all. I’m Luke Pearce, a knight.

As he spoke, he balled up his left hand and placed it before his chest, displaying a standard gesture of courtesy to the villagers.

Villager Captain: So you’re a knight. Greetings, is anything the matter?

Luke: I’d like to ask you all if there is anyone who knows where the evil dragon is?

Villager A: E-evil dragon?!

When they heard “evil dragon”, a momentary fear displayed on all the villagers’ faces.

The whispers among them gradually grew louder, and the originally calm group gradually began to lose control.

Villager A: W-why are you searching for the evil dragon…

Villager B: Why are you asking about that beast’s whereabouts?! Are you trying to get it to come over here again?!

Villager B: O-our village, it…

Villager Captain: Calm down.

The young captain placed a hand on the shoulder of the middle-aged man to calm him down temporarily.

Villager Captain: We were impolite. Sir Knight, none of us have malicious intentions. It’s just…

Luke: Were… you all also attacked by the dragon?

Villager Captain: Indeed…

The young man sighed.

Villager Captain: We originally lived in a nearby village. Three days ago, our village was attacked by that dragon.

Villager Captain: The flames it breathes, and its massive wings that kick up gales when they beat…

Villager Captain: That’s how our houses and fields were thoroughly annihilated.

Villager Captain: Many villagers that couldn’t escape were left forever in those ruins.

Villager Captain: But that dragon didn’t stop there. It… even carried off lots of innocent people.

Villager Captain: That’s what happened to my wife and that grandma’s only daughter.

Villager Captain: We don’t even know if they’re still alive.

The young man spoke until his voice faded. The hands that hung on his sides were tightly clenched, like he was trying to control his emotions.

Villager Captain: Like us, lots and lots of villages and cities have been destroyed by it in the past several days.

Villager Captain: Those attacked by it can only flee in search of a temporary safe place.

Villager Captain: We…

Luke: … I’m sorry for making you recall such horrible things.

The young knight lowered his head in apology.

Luke: On my journey, I’ve also heard lots about its terrible actions.

Luke: When I saw you all from far away, I thought you were all normal passersby. I didn’t think…

Villager Captain: It’s alright. We do have to learn to face this eventually.

Villager Captain: Although, Sir Knight, why are you looking for that dragon?

Luke: Because…

A flash of desolation appeared on the knight’s face.

Luke: Because I’m looking for someone who is incredibly important to me.

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[Flashback]

Fortune-Telling Location

The fortune-teller fiddled playfully with the crystal ball in her hands. The lights floating in the air moved as she did.

With a sliver of curiosity on her features, she lifted her gaze and looked over her visitor, then placed her hands piously in front of her chest.

Fortune-teller: Esteemed Sir Knight, may I ask why you are here?

Luke: …

The knight’s rigid body leaned forward slightly, an unconcealable urgency and distress in his eyes.

Luke: I want to find someone. She’s vanished, and I have no idea where she is.

Fortune-teller: Oh? Find someone? Who might it be?

Luke: Someone… that grew up with me since childhood.

Fortune-teller: Someone that grew up with you?

Luke: Yes.

He released a deep sigh.

Luke: It’s been eight years since the start of the war.

Luke: The day I left for battle, I promised her that I would return home safely and live with her forever, never to leave again.

Luke: But after the war ended and I returned to the village, all that welcomed me was an empty house.

Luke: I asked everyone around about where she went, but they all said that she suddenly vanished one day.

Luke: Only after did I find out that everyone had thought that I’d died in battle.

Luke: She…

The knight grasped tight on the longsword in his hands. The ruby on the hilt flashed faintly in the darkness.

The fortune-teller leaned against the table, holding her chin with her hand.

Fortune-teller: Have you ever thought that she just couldn’t keep waiting anymore, or that she might have moved elsewhere because she thought you were dead?

Luke: She wouldn’t. We’ve lived together for so many years. I know best about what sort of person she is.

Luke: I know that even if I made her sad or if everyone said I was dead…

Luke: As long as she hasn’t seen my corpse, she won’t give up, and she’ll keep waiting for me…

Luke: … Something must have happened for her to choose to leave without a farewell.

Luke: So, I want to find her. I want to know what exactly happened.

The young knight’s voice gradually weakened, until it was nearly inaudible.

The fortune-teller tittered quietly.

Fortune-teller: I understand. Then, please wait a moment—

She placed her hand on the crystal ball. As the lights and shadows drifted, an image of a dragon occupying the plains gradually appeared.

Luke: This is…?

Fortune-teller: Do you know of the legend of the evil dragon?

Luke: Evil dragon?

Fortune-teller: Yes. This dragon runs amok over the continent, scattering destruction and annihilation everywhere…

Fortune-teller: Its evil reputation is now common knowledge among all people.

Luke: But what does that have to do with her?

Fortune-teller: I am unsure of the exact connection it has to her, but based on the image in the crystal ball…

Fortune-teller: You just need to kill the dragon and obtain the treasure chest it protects to discover the way to find her.

Luke: …

Luke: Are you sure?

Fortune-teller: Of course. My divinations have never been wrong. If not, Sir Knight…

The fortune-teller unconsciously knocked a few times on the crystal ball, and a clear sound reverberated in the room.

Fortune-teller: Then you wouldn’t have come to find me, correct?

Luke: … They say that you are the greatest fortune-teller on the continent, and that there’s nothing you don’t know.

Fortune-teller: Which is even more reason for you to believe me, no?

Luke: …

The knight nodded ponderously.

Luke: I understand. Where is the dragon right now?

Fortune-teller: That’s for you to find out.

Fortune-teller: However, there is something that you must think over first.

Fortune-teller: You are a brave and martially skilled knight, but the path ahead may be much more dangerous than you imagine.

Fortune-teller: Even if so, will you still proceed?

Luke: Yes, I must.

Fortune-teller: Even if the price it requires is your everything?

[Flashback end]

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Luke: So I can only do as the fortune-teller instructed, travelling as I search for clues on the dragon.

Villager Captain: It seems like the person you’re looking for… must have been captured by the dragon too.

When he finished listening to the knight’s story, the captain gave a quick conclusion.

Villager Captain: The young lady you’re looking for isn’t the only one. In the past while, that dragon has already captured many good girls.

Villager Captain: Many noble ladies and wives in the city weren’t even spared.

Luke: Then… has anyone ever returned among those who were captured?

Villager B: No – no one has ever seen them again after they were taken.

Villager B: Whether the dragon has hurt them, whether they’re still alive, or where they’re kept… no one knows anything.

Luke: No one knows anything, huh…

Luke: If no one knows, that means there’s still hope, right?

The knight suddenly lifted his head, looking firmly at the villagers.

Part 2

Forest

In the forest, the young knight faced the villagers, his gaze firm.

Luke: If no one knows, that means there’s still hope, right?

Villager B: This…

Looking at the villagers’ somewhat hesitant expressions, the knight smiled slightly.

Luke: I understand your concerns, but to me, as long as there is still one thread of opportunity, I will definitely not give up.

Luke: So…

Luke: Please, do any of you know anything at all about the dragon?

Villager Captain: …

The villagers looked at each other. The young captain tilted his head as if trying to recall something.

Villager Captain: I don’t know much about the dragon, but…

Villager Captain: Three days ago, when I was fleeing the village, I think I saw that dragon flying towards the highest mountain peak on the northeast of this forest.

Luke: The peaks in the northeast…

The knight looked towards the direction that the villager captain was pointing towards. He could vaguely see the shape of a mountain peak there.

Villager Captain: Yes, but that mountain is farther from here than it looks.

Villager Captain: Plus, there’s also a path full of thorns at the end of this forest that normal people can’t get through at all.

Villager Captain: Currently, not many people have gone there, so I can’t be sure if the dragon is actually there.

Luke: Is that so… but it’s worth a try.

Villager B: Uh… I’ve also heard a little about the dragon.

The formerly irritable middle-aged man, possibly being moved by the words earlier, hesitated for a moment before he spoke.

Villager B: That dragon probably does live on that mountain peak.

Luke: Are you sure?

Villager B: Yes. Two weeks ago, an artisan from the city went with his brothers there.

Villager B: But several days later, aside from a young man, no one in that group returned.

Villager B: That young man said that they were attacked by that beast on the mountain…

Villager B: But sadly, his wounds were too grave, and he passed away a few days later.

Villager B: After that, no matter how much money the city nobles offered, no one else dared to go put their lives on their line.

Villager B: We also…

The middle-aged man sighed.

Villager B: We’ve… given up already.

Luke: …I understand. Thank you all for giving me so much information.

Luke: It’s not that early anymore, and I need to head for that mountain, so I’ll be heading off.

Villager B: Sir Knight, are you really going to look for that dragon?

Villager B: With how massive and brutish that dragon is, it’ll kill you!

Villager B: You don’t know how that young man who returned…

Luke: Thank you for your concerns, but this is a promise I made with her. No matter how difficult the path forward is…

The young knight looked straight at the group in front of him, his voice firm and resolute.

He spoke each word emphatically, answering the question earlier, yet seeming more like he was telling himself.

Luke: No matter how difficult the path forward is, even if everyone has given up, I will not stop moving forward.

Villager B: …

Villager Captain: …

The villagers fell silent for a moment.

A long moment after, the young captain spoke.

Villager Captain: Sir Knight, since you’ve made your decision to go, we have no reason to continue trying to persuade you.

Villager Captain: The road ahead will be difficult, and defeating the dragon is sure to be no easy task…

Villager Captain: All we can do is to pray that you find the one you love quickly and return safely.

Luke: Thank you, everyone.

The knight made a sincere gesture of courtesy again towards the villagers, then turned around and walked into the depths of the forest.

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Plains

After a long trek, the young knight bypassed that rumoured thorny block and arrived at the wilds outside the forest.

Luke: …

Though it was called the wilds, all the plants had long been burned into crisps. Black dust had settled densely over the rocks.

A massive mountain stood at the edge of his range of vision. A dense black fog lingered over the peak, quiet and strange.

At the foot of the mountain, many volcanoes and short rock mounds created continuous undulations, extending to the horizon.

Luke: …

He lifted his head and looked towards the faraway sky. The red light of the pre-sunset sun was harshly dazzling.

Luke: A precursor to the solar eclipse, huh…

Luke: Maybe it really is as the person before said…

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[Flashback]

Villager B: Sir Knight, before passing, that person who returned said…

Villager B: On the day of a solar eclipse, it seems like the dragon’s strength will weaken.

Luke: Weaken?

Villager B: Yes, that person kept repeating this before he passed, so I remember it very clearly.

Villager B: If you really must get near it, maybe you can choose this day.

Luke: … Understood.

[Flashback]

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Luke: …

Luke: Based on the appearance of the sun, the eclipse will only start tomorrow…

Luke: The volcanoes around look pretty unstable right now. Now is definitely not the best time to act.

Luke: I’ll build a temporary residence near the forest and wait for a chance.

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Temporary Residence

In the wooden hut, the knight was in the middle of pre-battle preparations.

Luke: …

He cleaned his sword in the firelight. When his gaze brushed over the ruby on the hilt, he fell into a momentary trance.

Luke: …

Luke: Soon, I’ll be able to see you again.

Luke: Right?

Luke: …

In the empty room, the only response he received was the crackling of burning firewood.

The young knight lowered his head.

The emotions that he had continuously restrained quietly trickled out where no one could hear, under the comfort of the moonlight.

Luke: I’m sorry… I couldn’t contact you even once for so long…

Luke: You must have been so worried during then…

Luke: …

Luke: I wonder how you’re doing right now, and if you’ve encountered any danger…

Luke: Were you scared, facing that dragon alone? Were you injured?

Luke: Don’t be scared, I’ll save you very soon.

The wind blew past soundlessly. In the quiet hut, the knight’s voice became clearer and clearer.

It seemed as if a burning flame had ignited in his eyes. The moonlight shone in, casting light over the entirety of the room.

Luke: We promised that no matter what happened, you wouldn’t leave, and we’d always be together…

Luke: I won’t let you bear everything on your own anymore.

Luke: It’ll be tomorrow… wait for me.

He smiled, his fingertips brushing over his own reflection in the ruby.

Luke: Goodnight.

The knight placed his sword by his side and sank into a shallow sleep.

Just like all the nights in the past many years.

Part 3

Garrison Camp

Troop Leader: Hey, Luke, you returned with perfect timing.

Troop Leader: Just finished bringing over the new delivery of rations. I brought you the letter from the one at your home.

When he saw the person who was placing the letter on his bed, the knight shook his head helplessly.

Luke: Leader, we’re still in the troops right now. Even if you want to address her…

Troop Leader: Alright, alright. The letter that your wife sent, does that work?

Luke: We haven’t gotten married yet…

Troop Leader: Hahahahaha—

Troop Leader: Hey, honestly though, Miss MC really does treat you well.

Troop Leader: I have no idea how she managed to get that many rations and letters sent over here.

Troop Leader: If I remember right, she’s just a commoner, right? The type without even a fief. Tsk tsk tsk, she really is good.

As he teased him, the leader came up to the side of the bed, jokingly bumping against the young knight’s shoulder.

Troop Leader: Luke, I feel like she’s even more proactive than you. Bring out your knight’s spirit already!

Troop Leader: Though we can’t contact the outside world, I’m cheering you on inside, yeah?

Luke: Thanks, leader.

Luke: Although there’s something you’ve gotten wrong. Though I can’t send her replies…

He layered the letters together, placing them in the closest spot to his heart in his armour.

Luke: This is my answer to her. My heart is always with her.

Luke: The day the war ends, I will return to her side, safe and sound.

Luke: When that time comes, I won’t leave her ever again.

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Forest

Luke: …

When he saw the multiple letters in front of him, the young knight sunk into his memories.

To prepare for the nearing battle, he came to the riverside at dawn to change the medicines on the wounds he received in the war.

Luke: Back then, I thought that I would be able to reunite with you after the war ended.

Luke: We’d then be able to be like thousands of other normal people, living out our lives healthily and safely.

Luke: But I never thought…

He couldn’t help grasping tight on the letter papers.

Luke: Did you know that during those eight years, I kept thinking about you over and over, speaking on my own, just like this?

Luke: I remember every single thing you wrote to me about.

Luke: You said that the neighbouring auntie’s puppy stepped all over the rose garden at the doorway again.

Luke: You said that the honey that a friend gave you was very sweet, and you wanted to see the bee yard too, but you didn’t go because you knew I wouldn’t agree.

Luke: And so much more… I’ve remembered every single thing perfectly.

Luke: I… really… miss you.

The knight couldn’t help covering his face with his hand, as certain crystalline things fell slowly between his fingers.

A few minutes later, he took a deep breath, then put down his hand.

Luke: This is bad, I lost control of my emotions for a moment.

Luke: I wasn’t even that sad last night, but maybe it’s because I saw you in my dreams again, so I…

Luke: Now isn’t the time to be sentimental. I’ve got to bolster myself to face the upcoming battle.

The sunlight shone into the forest, past the gaps between the swaying leaves, falling dappled on the knight’s armour.

Far away, the sun displayed a light that was different from normal.

Luke: Is it coming…

He quickly put on his clothes and grasped onto his sword again.

Luke: Wait for me.

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Plains

Because he had already crossed over the forest once, the knight arrived at the plains much faster than before.

Clouds smothered the originally-blue skies. The roars of the dragon resounded nonstop at the horizon, and the air was heavy enough to make breathing difficult.

Luke: …

Suddenly, the roars of the dragon became unusually clear. A massive black shadow rushed down from the mountain peak, gradually nearing the centre of the plains.

Luke: !!!

Luke: This is my chance!

The knight immediately broke into a sprint towards the black shadow.

Evil Dragon: Roar—

The moment he arrived at the centre of the plains, the dragon was landing with two young villagers in its claws.

The two people tossed on the round tumbled a few times. Tears covered their faces, and their hands were tightly clasped.

Luke: !!!

Luke: Run!

The knight threw a wooden gun towards the dragon, then yanked out the dagger at his waist and threw it backhandedly on the ground near the forest.

He loaded an arrow as he sprinted towards the dragon.

Luke: Take that dagger and get out through the forest now!

Luke: I’ve left markers on the path. Follow those!

Female Villager: O-okay… tha-thank you!

The pitiful villagers tremblingly picked up the dagger and ran towards the forest as they supported each other.

They passed by the young man, kicking up sand and stone. The two sides of the battlefield changed in a flash.

Luke: …

The knight did not look back to the already faraway villagers. He calmly set his hands on the bow.

The dragon roared furiously at him, spitting a ball of fire.

Evil Dragon: Roar—

Luke: …

The knight stepped swiftly off the rocks in front of him, resolutely loosing an arrow towards the dragon, sidestepping the close call of the fire.

Luke: This won’t do. It’s too fast.

Luke: I won’t be able to dodge at all with speeds like that…

Evil Dragon: Roar—

Luke: !!!

Without giving the knight room to think, the dragon launched its second attack.

It looked again at the person in front of it and spat out a large amount of fire. The flickering firelight lit up the entire desolate plains.

The knight dodged the attack. The winds surged, the glint of the blade shone, and the surroundings continuously heated up.

Luke: …

Luke: This is how strong it is when it’s weakened?

Luke: If this keeps going, I’ll lose all my footholds.

Luke: What do I do…

His brow wrinkled tightly, looking at the dragon that had built up its power and was waiting to attack again. His hands held his hilt tight—

Evil Dragon: Roar—

The dragon opened its mouth wide, flying towards the young man.

Rocks were sent flying from the intense movements of the two opponents. The knight planted his feet on the shards of rock, both of his hands gripping his longsword.

Evil Dragon: Roar—

Luke: Want to kill me? Keep dreaming!

As if he couldn’t hear the dragon’s roars at all, he was completely focused on looking for a chance to attack.

Luke: If it’s the instant before it breathes fire… as long as I grab that chance…

Luke: If I can strike your vitals…

Luke: I’ll still have a chance!

Evil Dragon: Roar—

The dragon threw back its head, releasing a long roar towards the skies.

Luke: Now!

The knight lifted the sword and sprinted up to the dragon, slashing down on the dragon’s neck with all his strength.

Evil Dragon: Roar—

Blood sprayed, and the massive creature struggled, writhing, and finally spread its wings, flying off towards the heights.

Luke: Don’t even think about escaping!

The young man ran up, and three arrows cut through the air.

Howling winds blew as the eclipse fully set in. On the faraway peaks, the contours of a black castle could suddenly be seen.

Evil Dragon: Roar—

The dragon dodged the arrows, roaring in pain, then escaped in flight towards the faraway castle.

Luke: It all ends here.

The young knight discarded his longbow and gripped at his sword, planning to chase after the dragon.

However, right then, a pattern of lights shone from the astrolabe he was carrying.

He froze for a moment and thought back on what the fortune-teller had told him before—

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[Flashback]

Fortune-Telling Location

Fortune-Teller: Wait.

Fortune-Teller: Keep this with you.

The fortune-teller called out to the young man who was on the verge of leaving and handed a metal astrolabe to him.

Luke: This is…?

Fortune-Teller: If the astrolabe starts flashing, it’s a warning from me to stop fighting immediately.

Luke: … I am well aware of when I should stop.

Fortune-Teller: Sir Knight, you do indeed have lots of fighting experience.

Fortune-Teller: But I am the only one who can help you, so trust me, alright?

Luke: …

[Flashback end]

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Luke: …

Luke: Ouch…

The knight frowned in pain, as if he had finally come to his senses from the tense atmosphere, and looked over himself out of habit.

Luke: !!!

The dark armour had long been stained in blood, and some of the parts that were exposed were covered in wounds of all sizes.

Luke: I was… injured this badly?

Luke: Sure enough… that dragon’s strength…

He ultimately decided to stop.

Part 4

Temporary Residence

The knight closed the door to the residence.

He leaned on the wall, like an injured little animal.

Luke: How could this be…

Luke: Is the difference in strength between me and that dragon that big?

Luke: How am I going to save her at this point… I…

The astrolabe beside him shone again. Then, after a flash of white light at the doorway, the fortune-teller pushed open the door.

Luke: It’s you?

Fortune-Teller: Sir Knight, I hope you have been well since our last meeting.

The fortune-teller looked over the person in front of her, her eyes squinting slightly.

Fortune-Teller: Looks like you listened to what I told you. Well done.

Luke: …

Fortune-Teller: This expression… were you not willing to give up?

Luke: None of your business.

Fortune-Teller: None of my business… haha, do you remember what I said back then?

Luke: …

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[Flashback]

Fortune-Teller: You are a brave and martially skilled knight, but the path ahead may be much more dangerous than you imagine.

Fortune-Teller: Even if so, will you still proceed?

Luke: Yes, I must.

Fortune-Teller: Even if the price it requires is your everything?

[Flashback end]

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Luke: …

Fortune-Teller: Has reality now changed your mind?

Luke: No. No matter when, I will not change my mind.

Fortune-Teller: Will not change? Then… what can you do?

Fortune-Teller: You must have realized the natural difference in strength between you and the dragon from battling.

Fortune-Teller: It looked like you won the battle, but what are the results?

Fortune-Teller: Even while it was weakened during the solar eclipse, the only effective attack you landed was that single slash.

Fortune-Teller: While you…

The fortune-teller looked at the young knight’s right arm, mottled with blood and some burn marks.

Fortune-Teller: You’re covered in wounds already. How much longer can you hold on for?

Luke: …

Luke: I don’t know. All I know is that I can’t give up. I must get that treasure chest and find her.

Luke: I don’t want to think about anything else.

Fortune-Teller: … Is it worth it?

The fortune-teller went silent for a moment, then asked this question suddenly.

Luke: It is.

Luke: I promised her that I’d return to her, that I’d safely tell her that everything had ended, that we would never be apart from then on.

Luke: I think about her every day, and I look forward to seeing her again every day. I’ve reread each of the letters she sent too many times to count.

Luke: She is my everything. I won’t just give up like this.

Fortune-Teller: … So you plan to seek out that dragon again?

Luke: Yes, and I don’t only plan to find it…

Luke: As you said, I will defeat and kill it, no matter what the price is that I must pay.

Fortune-Teller: … I understand.

Fortune-Teller: Then let me tell you one more thing.

Luke: ???

Fortune-Teller: Do you know why that dragon always flies towards that castle?

Luke: Do you mean that the treasure chest is…

Fortune-Teller: Yes. It’s because the box that it values the most is in the castle…

Fortune-Teller: When it is attacked, it will naturally return there.

Fortune-Teller: In ten days, the eclipse will end, and the sky will return to normal.

Fortune-Teller: The skies before daybreak are always the darkest…

Fortune-Teller: In ten days, when the sky is lightening, the dragon’s power will be at its weakest.

Fortune-Teller: It will also lose the ability to breathe fire.

Fortune-Teller: If you must go, go on that day.

Luke: !!!

Luke: Thank you.

Fortune-Teller: No need for thanks, but Sir Knight, let me give you one last warning.

Fortune-Teller: The path you have chosen is full of the unknown. I hope you will not regret this in the future.

Luke: I am sure that I won’t.

Fortune-Teller: That would be best.

The fortune-teller looked at the knight, smiled strangely, then left.

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After the knight cleaned his wounds, he finally had some time to rest.

Like usual, he stood his sword by his side. When he looked over the ruby on the hilt, he suddenly stopped.

Luke: This ruby… you gave it to me.

He gently stroked it, his warm breath leaving a mist on the gem with his movements.

Luke: I remember on the day I set out, you stood at the very front of those who were sending off the troops, a total mess of tears.

Luke: I was the one who was leaving, but you were even more agitated than me.

Luke: You kept reminding me to take care of myself, to not force myself.

Luke: Then I held your face with a smile, telling you that it wasn’t like I wouldn’t return.

Luke: …

The knight suddenly turned away.

Only when he was able to smile again did he turn his head back, as if everything before had just been an illusion.

Luke: Before I left, you took off a ruby from the mirror you always used and embedded it on my sword.

Luke: You said that a highly skilled person gave you that mirror, and it had magical power.

Luke: Especially these rubies, which represent inextinguishable fire and burning vitality.

Luke: We made a promise together, and then you watched me mount the horse, but I never looked back.

Luke: I thought that I would be able to see you soon after the war ended.

Luke: But now that I think about it, I should have taken one more look at you back then.

A slight bitterness appeared on the young knight’s face, but it was soon replaced by his usual expression.

He laid down on the bed, looking at the fluid moonlight in the sky.

Luke: Did you know that there’s something that I didn’t tell you back then?

Luke: Rubies don’t only represent fervour and life. They also represent love.

Luke: I told myself that after the war, I would confess to you, and let this ruby bear witness to our love.

Luke: So, please wait a little more for me.

Luke: There are still ten days.

Luke: No matter what the price is, I will be the victor.

The knight mumbled as he slowly closed his eyes.

Outside the hut, a black mist rose, then vanished in the silence. The moment that the smoke dissipated, a woman’s quiet laugh seemed to sound from deep within.

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Plains

Ten days later, as the fortune-teller said, the young knight made his way towards the old castle.

But he did not successfully reach his destination, because on the plains under the castle…

Evil Dragon: Roar—

Luke: …

Luke: Are you here to obstruct me?

Evil Dragon: Roar—

Luke: Looks like the fortune-teller was telling the truth. The treasure chest really is in the castle.

Luke: So it must also be true that you’re at your weakest today.

Evil Dragon: Roar—

As if in response to the knight’s words, the dragon snarled in fury. Its massive claws beat heavily on the ground, drawing up plumes of dust.

The knight retreated a few steps, held up his longsword, and stood in battle stance.

Evil Dragon: Roar—

Luke: …

Luke: You sure look enthusiastic.

Evil Dragon: Roar—

Luke: Perfect, then. Let’s have a fierce battle this time.

Luke: This is the last chance. I won’t let you escape again.

Evil Dragon: Roar—

Luke: …

At the edge of the sky, the black sun that had persisted for ten days started to “move”. The light of tiny stars shone through the air, casting light on the person and dragon.

The knight lifted his sword.

Luke: Let’s start.

Dust flew as the shining sword blade cut through. Both human and dragon soon were immersed in intensive battle.

Their battlegrounds shifted several times, from the plains to the mountain peak, finally arriving to the front of the castle’s door.

The eclipse was slowly retreating, and the dark sky was beginning to show its original hue.

Compared to last time, the battle this time lasted for a very, very long time.

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Old Castle on the Peak

Luke: Urk…

The knight brandished his longsword, pushing himself to block the dragon’s attack.

The originally flat field had already been ruined to the point where it was difficult to stand on. Thunder boomed intermittently as dark clouds accumulated above.

Evil Dragon: Roar—

The massive dragon moved again.

Luke: Ow…

Luke: …

This time, the knight’s resistance started to become sluggish.

Scorching blood sprayed out. He lost his footing, falling brutally onto the ground.

Luke: Ugh…!

Luke: No… I can’t fall yet…

He stabbed the longsword into the ground with difficulty and stood staggeringly up again.

He looked at his enemy, his bloodied, dirtied face full of resolution.

Luke: Ha… what sort of battle is this? Just a bunch of mutual killing attempts…

Luke: But did you think I’d be scared? Stop kidding around.

Luke: You have no idea what sorts of emotions I put behind each slash.

Evil Dragon: Roar—

Luke: Although, you don’t need to know, because…

The knight suddenly brandished his sword and rushed at the massive dragon.

Evil Dragon: Roar—

For an instant, the heavens and earth shook. Dust and sand flew as the world was submerged in chaos.

Only the knight’s shouts cut through the air, transmitting into each and every crevice.

Luke: Even though – even though there’s no way you can hear this right now…

Luke: But, I’m sorry… I’m sorry!

Luke: I’m sorry for leaving you all alone for these eight years. I’m sorry for letting you face the dragon yourself after the eight years.

Evil Dragon: Roar—

Luke: Do you know how scared I was when I returned to the village, yet didn’t see you at all…

Luke: I was scared that I would never see you again. I was scared that I couldn’t save you…

Evil Dragon: Roar—

Luke: Let me see you again, alright?

Luke: Even one instant, one second is enough!

Bang--!

After an enormous sound of collision, the young man was knocked through the air onto the ground, sliding to a faraway cliff, to the very edge.

But this time, it seemed like he didn’t have the strength to stand again.

Luke: …

Luke: Does it… all end here…

Luke: But I… you…

Boom—

A downpour of rain suddenly started.

Part 5

A downpour suddenly started.

Rain struck against the ground audibly, falling on the young knight’s body, flowing towards where the blood and water had accumulated.

Evil Dragon: Roar—

Luke: Am I just… going to lose like this?

The knight couldn’t control his gasps.

Luke: But…

Luke: I still… can’t bear to give in.

Luke: I still haven’t found her… I still haven’t seen her… I …

His voice was full of an unrestrained frustration and helplessness.

He tried, or even forced, himself to keep his heavy eyelids open.

Luke: …

Silence suddenly descended.

It seemed like the rain had weakened, and a small sound was resounding through the air.

Luke: !!!

The knight suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Luke: Is that you?! Is that you, MC?!

He struggled, reaching out into the emptiness.

The black mist suddenly surged over from all directions, winding around the knight’s hand, as if in a gentle “embrace”.

The knight suddenly smiled.

Luke: Are you trying to comfort me?

Luke: Mhmm, I’m not scared. Whether they’re happy things or painful things…

Luke: I don’t care about any of that anymore.

He slowly stood his sword upright, staggeringly standing up.

Evil Dragon: Roar—

Luke: I will… keep going until the final moment…

Luke: MC, you are my strength, and I will fight for you until the end of my life.

Evil Dragon: …

The dragon’s movements suddenly stopped.

It looked at the human in front of it without moving in the slightest, and it seemed as if a light had flashed in its terrifying eyes.

Luke: …

Luke: Now!

The knight brandished his sword for the last time, stabbing it deeply into the heart of the dragon.

This time, the dragon did not struggle nor attack back. It remained in its spread-winged posture as it toppled with a boom.

The turbid blood flowed out from the wound, and soon, its breathing stopped completely.

Luke: H-has it ended?

The knight slowly walked up to the dragon’s corpse. After repeated confirmations, he released a sigh, as if he had been freed from a heavy burden.

Luke: Next… I just need to find the dragon’s treasure chest to find you. Wait for me.

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Old Castle Interior

The knight pushed open the door to the castle.

Just as the fortune-teller said, there was a treasure chest placed in the centre of the large room.

Luke: …

He knelt with one knee to the ground, brushing off the dust on the chest.

The moment he opened the chest saw what was inside, he displayed a shocked expression.

Luke: This is…?

A mirror inlaid with ruby sat quietly on the top of the chest.

The knight reached out with both hands, carefully holding the item in front of him.

Luke: Isn’t this the one you usually use…

Luke: Ah!

Suddenly, the gem on the mirror flashed with a dazzling light.

As if induced, the ruby on the hilt of the longsword beside the knight started to shine too.

They shone together, blindingly bright.

Luke: …

Amidst the light, multiple images gradually appeared in the mirror, like a light carousel—

Luke: !!!

In that familiar village, the young woman suddenly lifted her head as she trimmed the plants, her scissors falling onto the ground.

Her face was full of shock and disbelief. Tears slid down her face, finally vanishing.

Luke: !!!

She then left the village on a journey. She walked to all the ends of the world, as if in search of something.

She traversed deserts and snowy mountains, wearing out pairs and pairs of shoes, and her originally fair skin gradually became rough.

But on her face, all there was, was day after day of ever-increasing defeat and pain.

Luke: No… I’m here, I’m still alive! I’m right here!

Finally, she arrived at this castle.

Seeming like she’d lost all hope, she collapsed on the found. Tears and blood fell, droplet after droplet, on the ruby of the mirror’s upper part.

Then, a light suddenly flashed, and the girl in the mirror vanished.

The black mist filled the mirror, and a vicious dragon flew out of the castle.

Luke: !!!

The knight’s entire body trembled.

He dropped the mirror and sprinted out the door, as if he had gone mad.

Luke: No… not possible… no way… it can’t be…

Luke: How could you have been the dragon?! No way, I couldn’t have killed you…

At some point, the storm had started to rage again.

The figure of the dragon had already vanished. What replaced it was a figure that the knight was as familiar with as could be.

Luke: No way… why…

Luke: Why!!!

He held the girl’s corpse in his arms, then howled in despair like a wild animal.

The girl’s body was as covered in wounds as the knight’s was.

The rain struck their bodies, rushing frigidly over each of their wounds, as if mocking them.

Luke: No, no way…

Luke: This isn’t real… this isn’t real…

Luke: MC--!

The knight held the girl tightly. His throat was already raw, and all the light had left his eyes.

Luke: Is that why you stopped right then? Did you recognize me?

Luke: Why didn’t you escape? Why did you wait for me to kill you?

Luke: Please open your eyes, alright, answer me!!

Luke: Why?! Why?!

Luke: Ah--!!!

The rain descended in torrents, finally trickling down to the ruby, which had lost all its shine.

Part 6

The storm raged, and the knight’s heartrending cries never once stopped.

The air distorted for an instant. Right after, the fortune-teller stepped out from nothing, walking up to the sobbing Luke.

Fortune-Teller: Pitiful Sir Knight, you still ended up at this point.

Luke: !!!

Luke: It’s you… it’s you!

Fortune-Teller: It is indeed me, Sir Knight, the one who pointed you down this path.

Luke: Pointed me down this path… right, you know everything!

Luke: Let me ask you, did you already know that she was the dragon?!

Fortune-Teller: Yes, I know everything.

The fortune-teller looked at the young man, her voice gentle and tantalizing.

Luke: Then why did you have me find it - have me kill her?!

Fortune-Teller: I had you kill her? That’s quite an unfair accusation.

Fortune-Teller: I am a mere fortune-teller. All I can see is an established truth.

Fortune-Teller: This is her and your fate – you two are destined for an ending of death.

Luke: !!!

Luke: No way! What fate, what ending – I don’t believe any of it! There must be a way to save her!

Luke: I’ll keep looking. I’ll keep looking. I will definitely find it. I will definitely find it!

The young man clutched at the corpse in his arms and forced himself to stand.

The ground was slippery. He fell one time after another, yet he stood again, one time after another.

Fortune-Teller: …

The fortune-teller stroked the crystal ball, looking at the girl who was gradually getting colder in the rain.

Fortune-Teller: There is a way that might be able to save her, but…

Luke: What is it!

The young man shouted hysterically, but his voice was already so hoarse that he was nearly incoherent.

The fortune-teller paused, then looked at him again, her lips curving slightly.

Fortune-Teller: Simple. Make a deal with the devil, using your life.

Luke: …Deal?

Fortune-Teller: Indeed. As long as you offer your heart, she will be able to live again.

Fortune-Teller: But she will lose all memories of you…

Fortune-Teller: Perhaps she will love someone else and live a happy life, or perhaps…

Luke: What do I do?

The knight cut her words short.

Luke: Can you bear witness to the contract?

Fortune-Teller: … Of course.

Luke: Tell me what I need to do. We start immediately.

Fortune-Teller: … Alright.

The knight’s resoluteness far exceeded the fortune-teller’s expectations. After a simple explanation of the ritual, he finished his preparations.

Fortune-Teller: Will you not say any last words to her?

The fortune-teller placed the crystal ball in front of her, looking towards the silent knight.

Luke: …

The knight lowered his head, looking at the girl in his arms.

Luke: I never would have thought that our last meeting would be like this…

Luke: But at least you can continue to live…

The corners of the knight’s mouth lifted with difficulty. He reached out, pushing aside a lock of hair aside on the girl’s face.

Like a deep, yet wordless, farewell.

Luke: There are some things that I didn’t have the time to say before, but it shouldn’t be too late to say them now…

Luke: I…

The knight closed his eyes.

He slowly lowered his head, solemnly and gently kissing the hair of the girl in his arms.

Luke: Goodbye, MC. I pray that your life from today onwards will be happy and joyful.

He looked at her face, looking as if she were in a deep slumber, and said this to her for the very first and very last time—

Luke: I love you.

Right after he spoke, he stabbed his sword into his chest.

Bright red blood covered the marks that had dried on the sword. Thunder boomed as rain fell in torrents.

His heartbeat’s sound gradually stopped.

Fortune-Teller: …

Fortune-Teller: Hahahaha, hahahahaha—

The fortune-teller suddenly burst into laughter.

A black mist gradually wrapped around her. Her body and clothes changed form, finally turning into the form of a witch.

Witch: Hahahaha, what fate, what ending, what deal with the devil? Utterly foolish, truly, ridiculously foolish!

Witch: Although… thank you both. I found this drama quite the satisfying watch!

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MC: …

My consciousness gradually awakened.

MC: Luke! Don’t do anything stupid!

MC: She’s obviously doing this deliberately! Don’t get tricked by her!

I tried my best to call out his name, yet I anxiously noticed that I could not even make the slightest of sounds.

MC: Luke!

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Luke’s Home, Third Floor

*Tira’s note: The date itself said it was the second floor, but his living quarters (the background shown) are on the third floor, not the second.

MC: Luke!

I sprung awake from my dream.

And because of this tiny movement, Luke instinctively popped off the sofa, standing upright on the floor.

I lifted my head and looked hazily at Luke, and my consciousness gradually returned to reality.

MC: …

Luke: …

We looked wordlessly at each other for a few seconds, then couldn’t help laughing together.

Then, Luke gently sat back down beside me.

Luke: What happened? Did you have a nightmare?

MC: Mhmm…

As I gave an affirmative, I moved my body a little, realizing that my arms and legs had become a little numb. My chest also felt somewhat stuffy.

MC: (Huh, was I sleeping in a weird pose? I don’t think so…)

Just as I was thinking, Luke started to rotate his shoulders too.

Luke: Why are my arms this sore all of a sudden… I’m sure that I slept pretty well…

MC: …

Luke: Huh? What’s the matter?

MC: I figured it out…

Luke: What?

The only reason why our arms were so sore… probably was because Luke was holding me the whole time while we had an afternoon nap.

MC: (So that nightmare… probably also happened because of this…)

I felt both a little frustrated and amused, and seeing Luke’s dubious expression, I couldn’t help laughing aloud.

Luke: What’s the matter?

MC: Nothing, I just hadn’t woken up completely from my dream yet.

Luke: Alright, you’re fine now. I’m here with you.

Luke: If you’re still scared, then should I sing a song for our great lawyer?

MC: Sure!

I knew Luke was just teasing me, but I felt like either way, it would be pretty nice to listen to him sing for me again.

Luke: Then sit comfy first.

MC: Mhmm.

I shifted over a bit, and Luke sat down beside me, covering us up again with the blanket.

Then, he gently wrapped his arms around me.

Luke: Then, what does the great lawyer want to listen to? Twinkle Twinkle again?

MC: Yep!

I looked up at him, and then Luke started to tap my shoulder like a metronome as he began singing.

Luke: Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

Luke: How I wonder what you are…

MC: …

As Luke sang, my emotions gradually calmed down.

Amidst this relaxation, I couldn’t help thinking of the scene in that dream again.

MC: (A ten-day eclipse… man, the weird stuff I come up with.)

MC: (Did the earth stop spinning or did the sun just check out of work? So ridiculous…)

MC: (Plus, how could Luke be tricked by someone like that…)

MC: (Although…)

Though that was what I was thinking, I still knew…

Just like the knight in my dream, the love and protection Luke gave to me was always that silent, yet so etched into his very being.

But unlike the dream, we were now walking towards a happy future together.

I would hold his hand tightly, and I would never let go.

MC: …

The afternoon sunlight pervaded the room, and a slight breeze blew past. Everything was as great as always.

On the storage cabinet on the side, the mirror and sword model were stacked together. Under the sunlight, the rubies flashed faintly.

They looked somewhat familiar.

Phonecall

Hi! Good morning, are you up yet?

Ah… I bought a medieval-themed game that looks really interesting, so I wanted to ask if you wanted to play it together.

This game also has dual-player co-op mode. We can hit new game records together, just like in the past.

The game plot? Seems like a knight went on a quest to slay a dragon to find his missing lover.

I feel like this story’s pretty remarkable, and the animations done for the fights with the dragon in the middle were done really realistically…

Huh, what’s the matter? Why do you have such a pained expression on?

You don’t want to play this game… why? Does the plot make you feel uncomfortable?

Huh?! You had a nightmare with the same plot? And the main characters were you and me?! And we didn’t even get a good ending?!

Pfft… silly, it’s just a dream, don’t take it to be real.

Plus, doesn’t everyone always say that dreams and reality are the opposite?

You saw a bad ending, which means that we’ll have a good ending. So don’t be afraid, it’s all fine.

Hm… if you still don’t feel at ease, then how about we work together to beat this game?

I’ll prove to you that we’ll definitely reach the Happy Ending!

#Tears of Themis #tears of themis translations #xia yan #luke pearce #未定事件簿 #tot spoilers #tot luke #suffering whiplash and sugar #the xia yan fan experience

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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New Duties

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, cheating, fuck machine, toys, tied up.

This is dark!Bucky Barnes and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Bucky’s wife is never around as much as the maid.

Based on these drabble requests:

Bucky Barnes + “If you think I feel bad for you, you’re more pathetic than I thought.” + Maid AU + Bucky is rich and married too, but his wife is never in the house so he decide have fun with the naive maid.

Bucky Barnes + “You really think this is over?” + Fuck machine + honestly just the reader being tied up and left with a fuck machine and some overstimulation.

Both requested by anons.

The large house was often empty when you went there. You had a key on a tag and the alarm code written on it. You showed up in your black pants and matching shirt and let yourself in as you always did. You tied on your apron and looked around as you went over the work in your head.

It was hard not to be envious of the grandiose abode. Hard not to feel bitter at all the money spent on the place and yet it seemed the resident never enjoyed it. They hired a maid, you, to clean the table they never ate at and make the bed which was the only lived-in part of the place.

You started on the lower floor as usual. Living room, dining room, kitchen, the office, the foyer, and the parlor dedicated to a carved pool table and shelves of expensive sculptures. You climbed the stairs and set off down the hall of unused rooms. There wasn’t much more to do than dust and check that the sheets didn’t smell musty.

As you approached the master bedroom, you stopped short as the door opened and you were met by one of the elusive owners of the mansion. You saw Bucky Barnes more than his wife but your run-ins were still rare. And you’d never seen him like this. You were embarrassed and off-centre as you were surprised to find him there.

He wore only a pair of silky pajama bottoms and his hair was amess, sticking out at all angles. His muscles moved under his skin as he rubbed his eyes and smiled at you. His voice was thick with drowsiness and he cleared his throat.

“Hey,” he said, “thought I heard someone.”

“I didn’t know you were here, sir,” you glanced around. It was late for him to be sleeping still.

“I took the red-eye home,” he shrugged, “don’t worry about me. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, you didn’t,” you chuckled nervously, “I can come back when--”

“You sure?” he batted away the last of his tiredness with his lashes and leaned on the doorframe, “you almost jumped out of your shoes.”

“Uh, yeah,” you assured him and started to turn back.

“It’s fine, I’m up now,” he stopped you, “I’m gonna have a coffee…” he caught up to you and brushed by you, facing you as he blocked your path, “bedroom is all yours.”

You fidgeted as his eyes flicked away from your face for just and instant but you didn’t think much of it as the apron hid made your figure lumpy and vague. You nodded and gave another yes, sir. He watched you until you spun back and headed for the bedroom. You felt his gaze until you slipped inside and let out your breath at the rumpled blankets.

You heard him descend the stairs and set down your bucket of supplies. You went to the bed and fixed his side of it. You could smell his sweat on the sheets still. Then you began to wipe down the edges of the tables and inspected for any inch of imperfection.

“Looks good in here,” his voice spooked you again. Bucky stepped inside and set his tall coffee mug on the polished table beside the door. “I’m glad I caught you, I did have a special request.”

“Oh?” you stilled the cloth and twisted it in your grip. You watched his metal arm as he he rubbed his middle finger with his thumb.

“Here,” he crossed the room and waved you over, “it’s a bit of a secret but… I haven’t had the time to take care of it myself.”

You watched as he went to the bookshelf on the far wall and he reached behind the gilded globe. He spun it slightly but you could see what exactly he was doing. There was a shift and the shelf lurched forward. He carefully pushed it over until the edge met the corner and a small doorway appeared.

Your eyes rounded in confusion and he chuckled as he looked over his shoulder, “our little secret,” he said, “I figured since you’re here…”

“I… yes, sir,” you neared as he waited, his hand on the shelf, and as you stepped by him, he quickly followed, so close you could feel his body heat.

You stopped short as he flipped on the light. A red haze cast over the hidden room. You were shocked, almost laughing in disbelief as your brain spun to process what you were seeing; leather cuffs hung from the wall on one side and a leather bench sat center with similar bounds, there was even a sex swing dangling from the ceiling. You never expected that but really, you tried not to think about your clients intimate habits.

The shelf shifted behind you and the room grew dimmer, only the scarlet shadows of the tinted bulb remained. You turned back to Bucky.

“My stuff,” you pointed to the wall behind him. There was no visible mechanism and that made you nervous.

“Oh, well, you see, I haven’t had a chance to use any of this,” he shrugged and stepped closer. You inch backwards and dropped the cloth as his hands settled on your upper arms, “Ilona’s never here, I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

“Mr. Barnes,” you winced as his vibranium hand squeezed, “I should get back to my--”

“The house is spotless. I only pay you because my wife can’t be bothered to lift a finger herself or even be around,” he said.

“Please, I should go,” you gulped, “I think you, uh, you…”

“Fine, go,” he moved out of your way and smirked at the wall, “if you want to, go.”

You looked between him and the smooth wall. You neared it and shoved on it. It didn’t move. You felt all along it, searching for anything that might trigger a response. There was nothing there.

“Can you--” you began to ask but stopped as he pressed himself to your back.

He tugged at the knot of your apron and it fell loose. His hands crawled up your back and he lifted the strap over your head. He grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him.

“Thought you were going,” he taunted.

“Let me out,” you tremored.

“I said go, so…” he gestured to the wall.

“I can’t--”

He snickered and pulled you with him as he walked backwards. “It’s just a little fun,” he purred, “for both of us.”

“No, I-- you’re married--”

“My wife, if you can call her that, hasn’t touched me in a year, probably more,” he pulled at the hem of your shirt, “so this is as much her decision as mine.”

“No, Mr. Barnes, I--”

“Listen,” he grabbed your jaw and loomed over you, “you can be a good little maid and do what you’re told or I can report you to the agency for stealing.”

“What, I never--”

“Maybe a few of Ilona’s necklaces go missing or a few bills out of my wallet,” he growled, “we’ll see who they believe.”

“Please--”

“It’s time you start earning that tip,” he turned and thrust you towards the low bench, “now get undressed and lay down on your stomach.”

“Mr--”

“I have a gag. I have several if you want to choose,” he warned, “even if I’d rather hear that sweet voice calling my name.”

“Why are you--”

“I won’t tell you again,” he barked as he crossed his arms and paced.

You noticed how the front of his pants tented and you slowly neared the bench. It was all so jarring, you didn’t know what else to do but obey. You couldn’t leave and you were certain if you tried, he would lose all patience. You peeked over as his metal fist tightened and a chill went through you.

You pulled off your shirt and kept your eyes down. You rolled down your pants and took your time untying your sneakers. You hesitated to strip off your underwear but a gristly breath made you wince and you added them to the pile of clothes.

You were cold but your flesh burned as you sensed his close attention to your every move. You got down on the bench, the leather icy against your chest, and stared at the floor. Bucky walked around behind you and framed your ass with his hands as he stood over you. He pushed your thighs apart until your legs bent over the side of the bench and the cool air tickled your cunt.

“Hmmm,” he mused as he flicked his finger along your folds, “I can’t decide what I want first.”

An overwhelming wave of panic shook you and you tried to push yourself up. His hand slapped down on the middle of your back and he held you down. He tutted and reached down to slip your wrist into a leather cuff and tightened it until you whined. He ignored your struggles as he did the same to your other arm and your ankles. You straddled the bench as he pushed himself up and groped your ass again.

“Why are you making this hard?” he asked, “you’re already spread for me.”

“Please…”

He sighed and you heard his bare feet on the floor as he marched away from you. He came back around you and knelt to force the ball gag into your mouth and buckled it behind your head. Your eyes glistened as you watched him desperately and breathed heavy through your nose.

“We have a lot to do,” he touched your chin, “you need the proper training.”

You tried to talk past the gag but it only came out as muffled gibberish and your saliva soaked the gag.

“If you think I feel bad for you, you’re more pathetic than I thought,” he chuckled and stood, rubbing the front of his pants, “guess you’ll have to wait for it.”

He left your eye line again, even as you craned your neck around. He was quick to huff and stomp back to your. He took the collar that hung from the front of the bench and secured it around your neck so you could stare at your impossible escape.

You heard something rolling behind you and metal fasteners being loosened then tightened. His fingers scared you as he touched your cunt and felt around for your clit. He teased you until you tilted your pelvis in response. You moaned around the gag as your thighs quivered. Despite your fear, it felt wonderful.

He played with you until you were wet and then you heard the same wheels. You felt a prod at your entrance, a hard silicone tip slowly slid into you until you were full. You gasped and choked as he pulled away his hand entirely. You heard a soft click then a whir and the dildo began to move, your cunt sucking at it loudly as you grew wet around it. He reached under you and a new buzz began as he placed a vibrator against your bud.

He rounded you again, his pants were gone and his hand glied up and down his dick. He watched you with fiery eyes as you tried to hold back. The flames licked from your core and crawled along your thighs and back. You shuddered and your eyes rolled back as your voice droned sloppily as the gag made you drool.

You came in defeat and hung your head. You gasped and gulped for air and your entire body tensed and released, but he didn’t stop it. The vibe kept buzzing on your clit and he only turned the machine up so that it fucked you harder and faster. You wined and rolled your head back and forth.

Another orgasm strangled you and your muscles ached from the tension as it snapped again. You lost count as the red light glared through your eyelids and a sheen of sweat coated your body. Breathless and battered, you could only twitched as you were rocked by climax after climax.

And then it all stopped. The machine shut off and the dildo was slid out of you, your thighs sticky and sore. The vibrator stilled and slipped from under you and you groaned. There was a moment of peace as your heart slowed and then a slap across your ass made you yipe.

“You really think this is over?” Bucky asked as he got behind you and bent over you. His tip pressed against your entrance and his hot breath bristled against your scalp, “I’ve only just begun.”

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mothandpidgeon · 3 years

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REPUTATION - Chapter 1

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Words: 3615

Rating: T

Warnings: slowest of burns, gender swapped characters, TOUCHING HANDS, no us of y/n

Summary: After scandal damages your reputation, you are finished with society. But a mysterious bachelor by the name of Mr. Djarin has a reputation of his own. And you are determined to keep yourself from getting mixed up with him.

A/N: So after THAT LOOK I know we are all working on our Darcy fics. I feel very intimidated to give it a go when so many talented writers are going to be doing it better but I really haven’t been able to think about anything else.

Also please forgive any historical inaccuracies. I hate those even when they’re on purpose so let’s just agree to ignore them.

And thanks @pascalslittlebrat for taking a look at this and listening to all of my feelings.

MASTERLIST

You used to enjoy going to balls. You used to feel excitement when you got dressed in a fine white gown, your hair set elegantly with little silk flowers. Your heart would race when you would arrive and see all of the gentlemen in their finery. And dancing. There was a time when you could stay on your feet all night, drinking in the attention of all the eligible bachelors.

Those days were long gone. Now you felt a rock in the pit of your stomach the entire time. You counted the moments until you could leave. You couldn’t even bother to put on a pleasant expression, spending entire evenings sullen and taciturn. But at least this was the last ball you had to drag yourself to this season.

You had been forced to spend yet another season in town. This time you had the company of your younger cousin Julia, though her older sister Emma was a difficult chaperone. And tonight you were being hosted by Captain Charles Dune and his wife Lady Georgiana Karga. They threw wonderful parties– at least you had enjoyed them when you enjoyed those things. It was a masquerade ball which meant Julia had picked out a dainty little mask for you to wear. You couldn’t be bothered to choose one yourself but Julia had an eye for this sort of thing. And you liked the creamy white bow that she tied into your hair.

Julia was looking forward to tonight. She was very popular despite being related to you, containing all of the traits a man would want in a wife– good looks, excellent conversational skills, and a talent at the piano forte. She had a number of young men constantly calling on her and her dance card was practically full before she had even gotten into the carriage.

“You look so pretty!” she insisted, though she was probably admiring the work she had done to make you presentable.

Emma was looking forward to being finished with you. She had been married for three years and fancied herself an authority on the subject. She spent much of her time lecturing you on the proper way to comport yourself. Tonight she was just trying to get you to quit sulking.

“Would you at least try to be sociable?” Emma requested with a frown.

“I don’t much see the point,” you huffed. “Do you really believe I’ll get a proposal at the last ball of the season?”

“Lady Georgiana has invited an old friend of the captain’s,” Emma encouraged. “Mr. Djarin. She says he’s quite admirable.”

You rolled your eyes. You both knew you were headed for spinsterhood. Emma had lost her mind if she thought that she was going to pawn you off on some aged, paunchy bachelor.

The ball went exactly as you had expected. You watched Julia dance and laugh. You stood by as Emma talked animatedly when she wasn’t giving you sharp looks. Though there were gentlemen without partners, no one asked you to dance aside from Captain Dune and a few of the unlucky young men he could press into service.

Even now at the end of the season, where so many engagements had been made, you could still feel the eyes on you, the whispers behind hands. It was as if they thought the masks covered their looks of derision. You knew what they were saying, why they snickered and turned away.

It was all because of your broken engagement to Mr. Vanth. There was no returning from a situation like that. You had been cast aside and all of the ton could enjoy surmising the reasons. Your reputation was in shambles.

But it wasn’t the fact that he had gone and married some heiress not two months after he’d given you up that made it all so painful. What had really destroyed you was the fact that you’d let yourself love him. He wasn’t the best choice though he was handsome and had enough income to keep you comfortable. But you had given your heart to him and he had crushed it. And you looked like an utter fool for it.

For some reason, tonight it all stung. You’d learned to drown out the comments and ignore the sideways glances. But here you were, closing yet another season, as single as the day you’d come out. You’d begged your poor mother to let you stay at home in the country so that you wouldn’t have to suffer these indignities. It was pathetic that you had even shown up in London. But she had insisted, had assured you that you were still desirable, still attractive and spirited.

You certainly didn’t feel that way now. You snatched up a glass of wine from a nearby valet and drank it down in nearly a single gulp. It did little to soothe your nerves.

You needed air. You took another glass and sped towards the garden. The noise and music floated out here but the fresh air was cool and the garden looked quite empty, the vacant pathways lit by torches.

You’d once been so much fun. You’d laughed and smiled. You’d had no worries about your future. Now, not only were you a laughing stock but you would be lucky if you could rely on your cousin’s generosity for the rest of your days lest you end up in the poor house.

Tears were welling up in your eyes. You tore the mask off of your face to wipe them away. With your vision clouded and in the dim of the garden, you didn’t see the man that was standing in the shadows until you’d run right into his back.

You’d hit him with enough force to knock you back a few paces but he hardly flinched. He was tall and broad shouldered and he turned to look at you with curiosity. He was alone, thank heavens. He wore a black tailcoat and under that a waist coat that looked like silver and shined like silk. You didn’t recognize him but, of course, he was wearing a mask like all of the other guests. His was rendered in the same silver fabric with a slim slit for his eyes. A scalloped piece of fabric fell from the bottom of the mask down to his chin so you couldn’t see anything of his face other than his dark eyes.

Once you’d regained your balance you began to stutter an apology.

“Forgive me, sir,” you stammered. “I must mind my step.”

The stranger didn’t say anything, he just continued to look you up and down, the torch light reflected in his eyes. His hair was a mess of dark curls. His stature was imposing and incredibly still. You were so shaken that you suddenly realized how you looked, your face stained with tears and eyes glassy. You felt your cheeks burn with even more embarrassment.

Just as you opened your mouth to give some explanation, a voice came from behind you.

“Djarin! There you are!” Captain Dune called out, as jovial as ever.

You did your best to wipe the tears from your cheeks while the masked man turned his attention away.

Captain Dune sauntered down the path with his wife on his elbow. He was a dark haired, stocky man who still looked quite dashing in his dress uniform. He had been a hero of the Nile and served with your father before his ship had been lost. His round face was adorned with a black mask.

“Ah! I see you’ve met the young lady I told you about,” Dune said.

Lady Georgiana’s bright eyes looked between the two of you from under her leather mask. She was a beautiful woman with dark skin and a wide smile. She had always been kind to you even after the disastrous affair with Mr. Vanth.

“My dear, allow me to introduce Mr. Djarin,” Lady Georgiana said. “He is a very good friend.”

Mr. Djarin gave a tight bow when she introduced you but barely murmured a, “How do you do?”

“What are you doing hiding out here, Djarin? The dancing is inside!” Dune teased.

Mr. Djarin gave a chuckle but he didn’t sound amused.

“Why don’t you ask this young lady for a dance? I’m sure she would lower herself to stand up with you,” the captain continued with a wink.

“I’d better not. Please, you’ll have to excuse me. I should retire,” Mr. Djarin said, his voice deep and raspy.

Your eyes fell to the ground and you swallowed hard. You hoped in the darkness of the garden, Lady Georgiana didn’t catch your upset. Clearly Captain Dune had told him everything about you. Why else would this man be so impolite?

“Oh come now. It’s early, yet,” the captain protested.

“Forgive me. It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he bowed and took his leave.

“My dear,” Lady Georgiana tried, “you’ll have to forgive Mr. Djarin. He has lived alone for so long that he sometimes forgets his manners.”

You gave her a smile, clenching your jaw so that you would not cry.

“I just had a splendid idea!” Lady Georgiana exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “You should come stay with us at Nevarro Hall. We leave next week. It would be great fun. I do find that part of the country so diverting.”

“You are too kind but I couldn’t impose,” you said politely. You had a feeling this offer only came because Georgiana felt responsible for her friend’s slight.

“Nonsense! You’re quite right that is a grand idea!” the captain agreed.

It was agreed that Lady Georgiana would write to your mother to inform her of the invitation. You knew she wouldn’t disagree considering how kind the Dunes were and how generous an invitation it was. Once the matter was settled, Captain Dune insisted you return to the party and you reluctantly slunk back inside.

Julia was with a gaggle of some friends when you returned to the ballroom. There was some excitement going on between them.

“Did you see him, Lucy?” one of the girls asked.

“I was introduced,” Lucy squealed. “It is a shame he was not here earlier in the season.”

You realized they were talking about Mr. Djarin and you felt yourself frowning.

“You’re not happy with Mr. Calican?” Julia laughed. Lucy had accepted his proposal just yesterday.

“No, of course!” she scoffed.

“What was he like?” Julia asked.

“I’ve heard he has a fine estate,” Lucy said.

“Oh, he was terribly handsome,” the first girl craned her neck to try and spot Mr. Djarin.

You wanted to laugh. You had also been introduced to Mr. Djarin but there was no way of knowing how handsome he was beneath that mask. You might have even ventured to tell them that but Emma joined the group looking disgruntled.

“I have learned some most unsettling news about Mr. Djarin,” she said. “He is traveling with a child who is in his care.”

“What about that offends you so?” Julia rolled her eyes.

“That is just it, Julia. I am told that this young boy is not merely Mr. Djarin’s ward. He is, in fact, his natural child.” This last part she said in a scandalized whisper.

This raised quite a few eyebrows but you furrowed your own.

“You are told?” You responded. “By whom?”

You knew the rumors that had circulated about yourself and had grown to absolutely despise and distrust gossip.

“I have it on good authority,” Emma said, which meant that some busybody had told her.

You shook your head. You hated that you felt the need to defend Mr. Djarin after he’d been so rude to you. If he had a child out of wedlock, one that he paraded around shamelessly, then what right did he have to rebuff you? You reminded yourself that this was merely hearsay. And no one deserved to be slandered like that.

But when you saw the way the other girls eyed you, you remembered yourself. If you protested too much, it would only speak to your own reputation. So you let them prattle on and as soon as you could slip away, you did, and spent the rest of the evening counting the minutes until you could leave and fall into bed.

After such an excruciating time in town, you were happy to be going anywhere else and, selfishly, you were glad that you didn’t need to spend a long carriage ride hearing Julia go on and on about how much she would miss being in town.

Nevarro Hall was situated on a gorgeous estate in a quiet part of the countryside. Lady Georgiana had given you a well appointed room with a view of the grounds. There was a beautiful garden with a fountain in the middle and, beyond that, a manicured lawn. You could see down to the lake and, past that, the tall trees. You spent a week walking the grounds with Lady Georgiana.

You loved to draw and you could set yourself in some corner of the garden and sketch the flowers for hours on end. It was such a wonderful change from the constant noise and hustle of town– the endless parties and calls, Emma herding you around like a prized cow. When the weather was fair, Lady Georgiana would have tea set outside and she and the captain would ask for a tour through your sketchbook and kindly remark on your talents.

“Perhaps you will create a likeness of the captain, my dear,” Lady Georgiana suggested. “If he will sit still enough for you.”

The captain laughed at that remark as the valet presented him with a letter.

“Very good! It seems Djarin will be joining us tomorrow! His business in town is finished,” he said.

You tried to hide your displeasure. You had no interest in sitting through dinners and excruciating evenings with Mr. Djarin. But you had little choice in the matter. And the captain and Lady Karga had been such generous hosts, you wouldn’t insult them by cutting your visit short.

You decided that you would be as polite as necessary but keep away from him as much as possible. This was wise, you told yourself, because your reputation couldn’t suffer any more difficulties. There were plenty of people that would jump at the chance to make even a passing association with Mr. Djarin into a scandal. But, of course, there was still a part of you that smarted at the way he had dismissed you in your very first encounter. You couldn’t be prevailed upon to be pleasant to a man that was so insulting. And so you would not.

Luckily, the first two days, it was easy to avoid Mr. Djarin entirely. The captain had taken him out riding or shooting or some such activity men enjoyed and they had dined out. Lady Georgiana had become a dear companion to you but she had begun to spend far too much time hinting at how much she liked the new guest. You would merely nod and smile and let your mind wander when she started to tell you how agreeable Mr. Djarin was or how he had been such a kind friend to her father.

On the third day, you had complained of a headache so you could excuse yourself from breakfast. After you had the tea and toast that Lady Georgiana had sent up to your room, you insisted a walk would be good for you and you set out across the grounds with your sketchbook.

You decided the stables were a good place to be left alone. It wasn’t like anyone would be looking for you there and, save the horses, there was nobody there. You found a little wooden chair and sat down to draw the horses and tack.

There was a beautiful black mare with white whiskers around her snout that you were sketching when you heard a noise. It was a funny little squeal. You thought you had imagined it until you heard it again. It had come from the empty horse stall at the very end and when you set down your sketchbook to investigate, you found a little boy sitting in the hay.

“Hello,” you said to him.

He smiled up at you. He looked incredibly sweet with chubby little cheeks. His ears seemed too big for his head and his eyes, too, were big and round. He wore a little brown suit with a delicate ruffle around the neck that was now covered in mud and hay.

“What are you doing in here?” you asked him, though he seemed too small to answer.

He babbled at you and held out something in his hand.

“What’s that?”

The child leaned forward, stretching towards you, and dropped it into your hand. It was a little silver ball that jingled like it had a bell within.

“Thank you,” you chuckled.

You shook it and it made a tinkling sound. He clapped his pudgy hands together, then planted them on the ground, and carefully got to his feet. He continued to yammer on as he tottered towards you, falling on his behind once, but determined to reach you on his own.

“Grogu!” You heard a voice from the path outside that you recognized. “Grogu!”

The boy scampered out of the stable and right up to the boot of Mr. Djarin.

“Where have you been, lad? They’re turning the whole house over looking for you,” he said.

He scooped the little boy up, holding his whole body in the crook of his arm, a wide hand grasping the boy’s calf. Grogu put a dirty hand up to Mr. Djarin’s chin and he laughed softly.

Now that you had the benefit of seeing him without a mask, you realized Mr. Djarin was, indeed, quite handsome. He had full lips and a prominent nose. His skin was a shade of gold that complimented his dark eyes. His starched collar met a square jaw that was dotted with stubble. In the sunlight, you could see that his soft curls and thick sideburns were threaded with grey hairs. The smile that spread over his features was so warm, you wished you could capture it in your sketchbook.

This was the infamous child, then. You saw little resemblance between Mr. Djarin and the lad but he held him so tenderly, it made you wonder if the rumors hadn’t been true.

That’s what you were pondering when the boy turned his attention back to you, pointing with a plump little finger. Mr. Djarin’s whole body stiffened when he saw you, his eyes turning sharp.

“Good morning,” you said with a curtsy.

His jaw clenched and he nodded.

“He was playing,” you tried, tilting your head back towards the stable.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I was drawing the horses,” you explained.

His head tilted just slightly.

“Is that his name? Grogu?” You asked when Mr. Djarin failed to speak.

“Yes,” he said.

You smiled. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Grogu.”

You put out your hand and the lad wrapped his fingers around one of yours.

“Ebba!” he cried.

You laughed. When you glanced at Mr. Djarin he was looking at you with an expression you could only describe as fear. Your smile faltered.

“I take it your business was concluded. In a satisfactory manner, I hope?” you inquired politely.

His brow furrowed momentarily and he opened his mouth and then set Grogu down at his feet.

“Yes. I-” he cleared his throat. “Please, you must forgive me for my behavior at the masquerade. Lady Georgiana said that I offended you. That was not my intention.”

You felt heat in your cheeks once again, embarrassment mixed with anger. You couldn’t believe he had to be told that he had acted like an ass. “Not to worry, sir. My pride has already been damaged so thoroughly, what is but one more slight?”

The look that crossed his face was absolute horror. You would have apologized for speaking so plainly but you frankly didn’t care. What right did he have to judge you? To apologize like you were so pitiful when here he was with his love child. You knew what men like Mr. Djarin were like and you’d learned to keep a wide berth.

“I- I should tell them that I’ve found him,” Mr. Djarin said. “Good day.”

He turned to go back up the path.

“Wait!” you called.

You blushed when you realized how impolite it sounded. Mr. Djarin turned carefully but said nothing. You approached him, painfully aware of the way he stared at you. It was difficult to meet his eye. You swallowed and held out the child’s ball to him. Mr. Djarin put out his hand and you placed it in his palm. As you did, your fingertips brushed his hand and you shivered. His skin felt rough and his palm was so large compared to your own. Your breath caught and, for some reason, you wished he would close his fingers around yours. You quickly withdrew your hand.

The boy reached out for the ball with a coo.

“Much obliged,” Mr Djarin managed. He was still looking at you with intense concentration.

Your chest felt tight.

“I’ll let them know at the house,” you stuttered and after a quick curtsy you were rushing back up the path.

--- Chapter 2

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