#sending this to his mates when she’s dragging him to church

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𝕴'𝖉 𝕽𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕭𝖚𝖗𝖓 (𝕶𝖎𝖒 𝕳𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖏𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖌) 𝕽𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧! 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)× 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐀𝐔, 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: "𝐈'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞... 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧.."- 𝐈'𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧- 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦/𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧! 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧),

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The crowd trailed behind the entourage that was passing through the streets, all of them dressed in black mourning clothes as the priest leading them recited solemn verses in the Latin language that hardly any of the villagers understood. The only other sound besides the collective steps of their feet was the heart wrenching wailing coming from the grief stricken mother who clutched tightly onto the casket that held her deceased daughter's body, the corpse pale as snow while the darkened black lips struck out in sharp contrast. The bystanders looked at the now childless parents with pity, some of the men taking off their caps and draping it across their chest to show respect, while some of the women clutched their own children closely to them, fearing that perhaps one of their own might become the next victim in the series of horrific and unnatural deaths that were suddenly spiking up out of nowhere. The skies had been a smokey gray for quite some time, sunshine hadn't hit them ever since these horrible misfortunes started happening. The town was swept by death, causing a somber and haunting atmosphere that sent chills down the spines of even the bravest of men.

Some distance away from the funeral mass, a gloomy looking nobleman watched from on top of his horse as they marched towards the cemetary, the loud ringing of the church bell behind him adding a more dark effect to the event. He took a deep breath at the scene, these types of things no longer affecting him, he had become quite numb to them after having seen and witnessed so many of them. Still, he felt bothered by the fact that they had yet to find a solution to the problem. Ever since he and other nobles from the area, and even some from neighboring towns, were tasked with the mission of finding the root of the evil sending doom upon the towns and villages, they had hardly gotten any rest from the endless crying demands for answers from the peasants, from the king and parliament putting pressure on them to get things fixed and their own minds starting to crumble from seeing death everywhere.

Hearing the rattling of chains being scraped across the stone pavement, he turned his head to see 4 armored knights dragging a poor young woman. The tiny and frail thing already had scrapes across her body, her tired and sore limbs could barely stand up as she was being led to her execution. Her pleading and cries stating her innocence fell upon deaf ears, just like her predecessors. No matter how much she begged to be spared or asked for help, she was only met with disdainful and hate filled stares from anyone that saw, some even going as far as cursing or spitting at her direction. That was another scene that had become weekly thing, but unlike the other which didn't faze him, this was the one that still affected him greatly:

The burnings at the stakes of the supposed witches.

The galloping of another horse signaled that someone else was approaching him. Tugging gently at his trusted steed, he shifted to the right so he could welcome the person coming up to him, their horse neighing loudly as it came to a stop.

"Any reports Hongjoong?" He recognized the male as one of the noblemen he was closer to, though he wouldn't necessarily call him a friend.

Shaking his head, the raven haired male drew out an exhausted sigh.

"Not since the last one I sent, Chan. There's nothing much to detail right now. We either have to wait until the next child dies or until the next person is captured and tried for witchcraft." He gulped as he feared that the latter would be the case.

"I take it you saw the one we just caught?" Chan asked.

Hongjoong merely nodded, his partner seeming satisfied.

"Hopefully that's the last of them bloody pagans. Causing nothing but trouble in the kingdom, I wish they all died."

He wasn't surprised to hear his comrades or otherwise talk so spitefully against so called witches. He was very well aware of their hatred for them, blaming them for all the bad things that occurred to them such as famines, bad weather, plagues and other misfortunes.

"Are we even certain that it truly is them to blame for all these things?"

Chan looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Oi mate, don't tell me you're actually softening up to them? Everyone knows witches are the devil's workers sent out to strike us with all sorts of evils. If we get rid of them, we'll finally have some peace around here."

Hongjoong resisted the urge to roll his eyes or say something else. He knew how dangerous it was to voice out anything that went against the population opinion, and his status as one of the elite ranked nobles wouldn't spare him either. So instead he just kept quiet, and tried to do his job as best he could without having to point fingers or arrest anyone in the process. He definitely didn't want anymore innocent people burned just to satisfy the sadistic and twisted desires of others.

"I best be going now. I'm going to take one last look around the outskirts of town and see if I find anything unusual."

Chan commended his partner and wished him good fortune, he himself turning the other direction to oversee the burning that was about to happen. Kicking his horse's abdomen gently, Hongjoong raced through the streets, passing all the houses and farmlands, carefully making his way into the dense and eerie forest that was a few miles away from the town. Not one pious person dared to enter there, for there were rumors that it was the dwelling place of evil spirits, the few people who had gone in swearing on their lives that supernatural events occurred there.

But Hongjoong believed no such things nor paid attention to any of the talk such simple minded folks spewed out. Though he could not outwardly say it, he was opposed to the witch trials, believing the so called pagans to be harmless people who simply had different religious views and beliefs from the holy catholic church that predominated across the country. He was thoroughly convinced that they used brute force and drastic measures to eradicate anyone who dared present a challenge to their authority and thus strike fear into people, forcing them to stay in their churches, ruling over them with a tight iron fist.

Of course there was a time where Hongjoong himself believed in them just as the others still did. He used to be a very religious and righteous person, making sure to follow through on the customs and traditions laid out by the church and which were taught to him since infancy. There was a time he too was fervent in his endeavor to rid the country of all the heretics and pagans and hated them with a burning passion......

That is until he met one, not only seeing them up close, but he actually was saved by them when he accidentally slipped by a riverbank and nearly drowned. But he was caught and rescued. When he regained consciousness, he found himself staring up into the most beautiful [insert color] eyes that he had ever seen in his life. The kind stranger had taken him back to what he assumed was her temporary home, given that witches hardly stayed at one place for a long time. She treated the gnashes on his body that were caused by the sharp rocks and fed him some strange but delicious soups that helped him regain energy and his strength. Seeing and receiving her kindness and generosity even when she knew very well who he was had him questioning everything he was ever taught. He found himself going back into the woods, his only goal was to see her again. He visited her every time he could, growing fond of the exotic woman and developing a deep affection for her, which was more than welcomed by her as she reciprocated his feelings.

Slowly guiding his horse through the vast trees, he let out a smile as he finally spotted a familiar head of [insert color] hair. She had her back turned to him, the woman busy as she played with raven that had perched itself on her arm after being offered berries and other nuts. She whistled at it softly, giggling when the bird finished up its last morsel of food before spreading its wings and soaring high up on the sky.

"Beautiful." She couldn't help but say as she admired the way it flew across the heavens.

"Yes you are."

She was startled by the voice that suddenly spoke up behind her, but when she saw who it belonged her, her face brightened up. Quickly getting off his horse, Hongjoong ran over towards his lover who was equally sprinting over to him, careful not to stumble on her long emerald green dress. They embraced each other tightly, having gone weeks without seeing or hearing from each other.

"Thank goodness you're ok." Hongjoong whispered, placing a strong kiss on her cheek.

"My lord, I missed you." She brushed a hand across his face as she often did to feel his aura and warmth, something he learned long ago not to question. He simply allowed her to finish before taking her hand and placing kisses all over each of her fingertips.

"And I you. I missed you terribly Y/N. I thought I was going to be driven mad if I didn't see you again."

Thumbs caressing her jaw, his eyes looked into hers, silently asking for permission like they always did whenever he wanted a certain thing. Nodding enthusiastically, she pulled his body against hers and allowed him to kiss her. His kiss was desperate and full of emotions, as expected from someone who had been kept away from his love for too long. Once he got his fill of stealing more than a few kisses from her, he pulled away but still kept her at an arm's length, refusing to be separated from her.

"Are you well my love? You seem pained and agitated." She pointed out.

Hongjoong never felt any qualms about sharing his problems or thoughts with her. She wasn't oblivious to what was going on back in the town, which is why she stayed hidden, far away from prying eyes.

"Another child died recently and with that.... another trial."

Y/N shuddered slightly at the mention of the trials, not because she feared for her own life. But because she knew very well most if not all of the people who had died were all innocent and did not participate let alone knew anything about the practices she indulged in.

"It's not stopping anytime soon is it?"

Hongjoong shook his head in a defeated stance.

"Unless we find a reason as to why there are countless mortalities in the infants, they won't stop until they eliminate half of the population."

Feeling frustrated, Hongjoong walked over to one of the trees and punched the trunk, not caring that his knuckles were now scraped and had blood on them. Wanting to comfort him, Y/N wrapped her arms behind him, pulling him tightly against her body as she began singing a soft and oriental style lullaby that she'd often sing to him. He did not understand the words nor got a hint as to what the language was and he didn't dare ask. But it was soothing and healing to hear. He closed his eyes and felt himself drift off into a lucid dream in which no one else but him and Y/N existed. He began to forget about reality and instead enjoyed that moment of being with the person he loved and cherished the most. He was so enchanted by her voice he didn't even realize she had turned him around and trapped him between the tree and her body until he felt his back hit against the trunk.

Awakening from his trance, he gazed down at his lovely enchantress, his eyes lowering down to take in her curves that stood out in that tight and fitted dress she was wearing. He began to have impure thoughts and imagined what would she look like without those garments, no doubt majestic and gorgeous. Her silhouette was very desirable and he'd often fantasise about having her nude body pressed against his own. As if reading his thoughts, Y/N pressed her chest against his, rubbing her breasts against his torso which had Hongjoong inhaling sharply as he stared down at her cleavage.

"I shouldn't feel like this.." He admitted rather embarrassed, having always prided himself in being able to restrain himself from such sinful and tempting desires.

Chuckling softly, the young witch pressed open mouth kisses across his jaw, making him fall deeper into her charms, unable to resist her touches. Another thing about Y/N: she awakened some very unwholesome and carnal feelings that had been buried deep down for years. He had never looked nor thought of a woman like he did with her. Never did he feel an intense want to own her, claim her body and fill her up with his seed so they could be connected as one. But he always shyed away from fully releasing his earthly desires, afraid of not being able to satisfy her given his lack of experience.

"Oh God-" Hongjoong muttered when her mouth nibbled across his neck, teeth raking against his soft skin.

"Do you really think it's wise to call out to him when we're doing something that's completely unholy?" She teased, lightly sucking on a particularly sensitive patch of skin.

Hongjoong tensed up when he felt her hand brush along his pants. Instinctively, he stopped her hand, effectively making her pull away from his neck to make sure she didn't cause him any harm or unpleasant feeling.

"Remember I'm- I'm a virgin..." He said that last part very quietly, cheeks turning a faint red tone.

Smiling kindly at him, she pressed a chaste kiss on his lips.

"I'm well aware my love and I promised I wouldn't force you to do anything you're not ready for. So trust me, I will wait until you're ready." She assured him.

Hongjoong felt blessed to have her, she was so caring and understanding with him, not to mention patient and reasonable. He felt safe when he was with her and he felt truly free to be who he really was and not someone society expected him to be.

"That being said..... I can't let my lord leave with a problem in his trousers. So just relax and trust me for a moment ok?"

Hongjoong watched carefully as she sank down on her knees, her eyes looking up at him with such lust and fiery passion. Although stiffening when she palmed at his tent, he relaxed and let himself enjoy the feeling. He didn't blink at all when he saw her take out his member from its confinement, her eyes graced at seeing his well endowed length for the very first time. Hongjoong couldn't do anything but gasp and moan when her wet and hot mouth was suddenly taking him in, his head hitting the very end of her mouth. He swallowed hard and threw his head against the tree behind him, getting addicted to this new and unholy sensation that was building up inside him. A seemingly wrong yet wondrous stirring began to form on the pit of his stomach, piling up and threatening to break loose very soon. Clasping the back of her head to steady his trembling legs, he shook harshly as he felt his release spurt out of him and run down her throat. Y/N hummed in approval and satisfaction as she tasted and gulped down the creamy and delectable flavor of her lover, making sure not to let one drip go to waste.

When she pulled back and dressed him back up, Hongjoong was still in shock, eyes wide as he tried to comprehend what had just taken place. Flashing him a mischievous smirk, Y/N kissed him one last time, slipping her tongue inside his mouth to let him get a taste of himself.

"It's getting late my lord. You best be getting back before the evil spirits come out and claim your soul."

They both bursted into laughter at her teasing words, embracing each other one last time as the sun set behind them.

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Returning back from a week's journey from the capital, Hongjoong got off his horse and handed the reins over to one of the lackeys that tended and watched over the horses while the masters tended to serious matters inside the castle. The guards paid their respects, welcoming Hongjoong back and opening the doors up for him. Stepping into the foyer, he acknowledged all the other men that wandered through the halls, bidding them greetings and overall studying the atmosphere. Everyone seemed to be in confusion and full of anxiety, which made him wonder what on earth had happen while he was away.

"Hongjoong!"

He turned to find none other than Chan striding over to him, his face illuminated with a brilliant and triumphant smile. Although Hongjoong extended his hand so it could be shaken, Chan went the extra mile and actually draped one of his abnormally long arms across his comrade.

"I think we finally did it mate."

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow at him, letting Chan guide him down one of the staircases that led to the torture chambers and cells they used for criminals.

"Did what?"

Chan seemed eager to share his findings.

"We might actually be on the brink of solving this long time problem that has been plaguing us with sorrow and grief."

"You mean to tell me the doctor's have finally found a cure for this disease?" Perhaps he was hoping for too much, after all, this was Chan he was speaking to.

"No! Even better mate! We captured someone-"

Hongjoong immediately tuned him out, it was too early for him to start hearing another sermon on why pagans and witches were evil and deserved to die. Besides, Chan always swore anyone he captured was the one who caused all the distressing situations they had thus encountered, but of course, there were still children dying. So Hongjoong refused to hear him gloat about finding the 'leader' of the cult. It seemed as though Chan could read Hongjoong's expression.

"I know you think I'm crazy Joong, but trust me. This time....it's for real."

Ushering the guards to let them pass through the iron barred doors, Chan and Hongjoong stepped inside the dimly lit dungeon, the crackling noise of the fire torches hung across the stone walls and the faint sound of water dripping being their only companions.

"She herself didn't even deny the fact that she's a witch. She proudly identified herself as one."

"But has she admitted to causing this plague throughout the land?" Hongjoong interrogates him.

"She adamantly denies that, but it doesn't matter. She's a professed witch and thus must receive a proper execution just like the rest of her kind. It's actually scheduled for tomorrow."

"If that's the case and her fate is sealed, why are you bringing me down here? I'll witness her death in the morning anyhow." Hongjoong had a mind to turn around and go back home, irked at the fact he had been summoned for this foolishness without even getting a chance to rest at his home.

"Well no need to get upset mate. I just thought you'd want to see her that's all. I'll tell you this, she's one of the prettiest pagans I've ever met. Her darling face could be mistaken for an angel's actually."

Crossing a corner and finally standing in front of the cell that held their captive, Hongjoong froze when the prisoner lifted her face and he saw who it was.

"No....it can't be.." His worst fear had come true as it was none other than Y/N who was being kept locked away in the prison.

"Told you she was very pretty? Took your breath away did she?" Chan let out a hearty laugh, but Hongjoong wasn't amused in the slightest bit. He peered with sorrowful and apologetic eyes at his secret lover, who throughout all this remained calm and collected, not letting a single facial muscle give away anything.

"Such a pity to know she'll die though."

Hongjoong clenched his hand into a fist, determined to punch Chan but when he met Y/N's eyes, she silently warned him not to think about doing something so foolish.

"Well now that you saw her, we best be going back now."

"No...... let me talk to her for a moment." Hongjoong stated.

Although confused, Chan didn't think too much about it.

"Suit yourself, but be careful. Don't want her putting a curse on you or something."

Waiting until the clanking of the doors signaled that they were bolted and making sure no one was within earshot of them, Hongjoong pressed himself against the bars that held him back from embracing his lovely maiden.

"Are you all right?"

Y/N looked around at her surroundings, humming softly before standing up from the wooden chair.

"Not exactly the most comfortable of places, but I've slept in much worse conditions than this. At least they're decent enough to bring me a meal every few hours." Her light chuckle and unworried demeanor was startling Hongjoong.

"Y/N, I don't know how but I'll get you out of here. Just let me run back to my place and-"

"Hongjoong." She interrupted him and stepped right in front of him, her fingers touching his hand as much as she could despite having an obstacle between them.

"You won't be successful. We'll be captured in no time and not only will I still be burned, you will suffer an even worst fate than mine. I can't...I absolutely forbid you to do anything about my situation."

Hongjoong began breathing heavily, cursing the heavens for being powerless in tearing the iron bars down and taking her away from him.

"I can't just let you die. I can't..... I love you." He sobbed, nails desperately clawing at the metallic wall as if he could tear through them.

"And I love you my lord. I always will...... but I need you to trust me now more than ever. You do trust me right?"

"With my entire soul, heart, mind and existence." He replied with no hesitation.

She smiled fondly at his answer.

"Then I need you to do one final thing for me."

Sliding up the sleeve of her dress, she pulled off a flower from the makeshift bracelet she often had on her.

"See this flower? This is called a valerian officinalis. I'm sure you've seen many of them grow near my cottage."

Recognizing the small yet sweet smelling flower, Hongjoong immediately nodded.

"I'm going to need you to go back to my place and gather about 6 of them. Boil them in a pot of water and drink its contents."

Hongjoong listened to each of her instructions, engraving them on his mind.

"And then?"

With lips curled into a wicked smile, Y/N responded:

"And then just wait for me to return to you."

Hongjoong was about to say something, ask about how it would be possible, but Y/N hushed him.

"I told you to trust me my lord, so please trust me when I say that we will see each other again. I will make sure of it. You have nothing to fear."

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The young woman took careful and meticulous steps across the dirt road she was being left upon. Her bare feet were covered in dirt and grime, matching her hands which were outstretched in front of her, wrists bound with iron cuffs that had various chains attached to it, each being pulled by 4 different men who wore black robes with hoods covering their heads. She held her head up high, refusing to lose her dignity as she trailed through the marshland around her. Her eyes were fixed on the pole that stood near the end of the road, a crucifix nailed at the very top while a pile of hay and and wood was gathered at the base of it. Her guides themselves were bearing torches that were already blazing in flames, soon to be consuming her body.

Finally coming in front of the stake, she didn't hesitate to step up and press her back against the wooden pole, further confusing the men in charge of escorting her there. Still they just opted for finishing their task as they began to tie her body to the stake with ropes, the harsh material scratching against the exposed parts of her skin. She nearly rolled her eyes as one of them began reciting some holy repertoire that was probably said at every execution. One of the men stepped up in front of her, placing his torch near the base.

"Any last words?" He asked as they always did before lighting the victims on fire.

Closing her eyes, Y/N took a deep breath, gathering all her strength before uttering out her next words:

"Ex inferno, et incendent civitatem hanc oriri me cinere."

The 4 men looked at each other in confusion, wondering what she said, but ultimately failed to comprehend her words. Following as the man in charge was doing, they all lowered their torches onto the hay and wood, immediately setting it ablaze. Stepping back from the flames, they watched as the smoke began to cover the young woman's body, the last thing they saw through all the dense fumes was the young witch's haunting face, an evil grin staring back at them, sending shivers down their bodies as they wondered if they were hallucinating or did they in fact watched her eyes shift to a dark crimson color. Before they could even ask each other if they saw the same thing, they all began screaming in agony as their bodies suddenly began burning with great intensity, raging fires consuming their flesh and bones in mere minutes until nothing but a pile of ashes were scattered about.

At a distance, back in the quiet and unsuspecting town, the villagers went about their business, all of them happy at the news that the so called leader of the cult that had plagued and tortured them for so long was finally being put to death. They began to think that finally they would no longer live under the fear of having heathens roam around disrupting their lives. All of them had jolly and gleeful smiles on their faces, the town booming with laughter and celebration.....

Their laughter was soon replaced by their frantic and terrified shouting, smiles transforming into crying and fear stricken expressions as fire began to sprout out from the ground in all directions, starting with the holy church that was the center of their town. One by one, all of the houses, from the most humble to the most luxurious and extravagant ones of them burst into flames. The raging fire showed no mercy as it consumed man, woman, children and livestock with no discrimination. All of them soon fell victim to the excruciating fiery death that they had inflicted against countless innocent victims that deserved no such fate.....

Now they had to paid for their sins, pay them in full until their ashes laid scattered all around, leaving absolutely no soul spared.

All of them burned to the ground.

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Violently sitting up, Hongjoong gasped sharply as he woke up from a very deep and dark sleep. Looking around, he realized he was still inside Y/N's quaint and exotic cottage. Seeing a sliver of light pour in, he realized he must have been knocked out for hours.

"Y/N!"

Remembering that she was to be executed that morning, he dashed out of her home, running as fast as he could through the forest in the direction of the village. He hoped he wasn't too late. He knew she told him to trust her, but he was only human and he was desperate to go investigate what had happened. Through clenched teeth, he pushed past his tired state and made it past the last monumental trees that stood near the end of the forest. He halted when he caught a glimpse of the town from where he stood:

The air was all gray, a dense cloud of smoke covered almost the entirety of the town. Through the blackened ruins he could still spot a few orange and red flames that refused to die out until it had completed its mission of destroying every last stone and brick in the area. He was completely awestruck at the scene, unable to say anything as the sun started to set behind him.

Realizing how dangerous it was to stay there, he turned back and ran inside the forest once more. He ran around as if he were a madman, with no clear direction in mind. He just went wherever his legs seemed to carry him. He finally stopped right in front of the creek that ran through the forest. He leaned against one of the sycamores that grew throughout the woodland. His panted deeply, trying to catch his breath. He was on the verge of combusting into tears when he suddenly distinguished a familiar tune echoing through the forest. He knew that eerie and haunting melody anywhere, and even blind he'd be able to follow that sweet voice right to its owner without a guide. Looking around, he searched in hopes of finding where the singer was hiding. Hongjoong began to wonder if perhaps his mind was just being delusional, but the rustling of leaves behind him let him know it wasn't the case.

"You're an awfully difficult person to find my lord."

He let out a sigh of relief at finally hearing Y/N's voice again. Turning around, he was about to hold her in his arms but he stopped himself when he saw the state she was in: there his lover stood, hair completely down while her body was completely bare to him. He swallowed hard as he found it difficult to look away as his eyes took in her perfectly sculpted breasts, slowly trailing down her body and fixing their gaze in between her legs, admiring her lady mound. His mouth was agape, his whole body stunned as he saw Y/N in her most vulnerable state for the first time. He could faintly distinguish a few gnashes on her wrists and ankles, no doubt brought upon due to the scraping of bounds that was she was subjected to. And although she cleaned most of it off, there was still some leftover soot staining parts of her body, mostly on her shoulders, knees and elbows. And yet she still looked as ethereal as ever, perhaps even more so now.

She couldn't hide her smirk as she was not oblivious about him gawking at her figure. She simply and calmly walked closer to him, taking in each reaction he made. She could feel him get aroused the closer their distance got.

"I hope the sight doesn't fall short from what you had imagined." She teased him, her hands wrapping around his neck.

"Oh trust me..... you're even more beautiful than I imagined."

Hongjoong lifted up one hand so it could caress her arm, though his movements were rather awkward and hesitant. She knew he kept questioning whether it was all right for him to touch you. Wanting to assure him it was not a crime, she pecked his lips before taking one of his hands and placing it on her chest right where her heart was.

"Do not be afraid my lord. I'm all yours and you're free to touch me as you please." She was actually longing for him to touch her, feel his hands on her most intimate parts.

Looking back into her eyes, Hongjoong pulled her against him, one arm around her waist while the other kept her chin tilted up so he may devour her mouth, using all the tongue movements he remembered her doing on him. His hand that was innocently holding her waist moved to a less chaste position as it cupped one of her tender breasts. He squeezed and pressed against her soft flesh, playing around and familiarizing himself with the outline of her erect nipples. His other hand followed suit and dropped to apply the same treatment on her other breasts, not wanting it to feel neglected from his gentle groping. Y/N gasped softly when Hongjoong pulled his mouth away from hers so he could kiss along her jaw and the top of her neck, catching her breath.

Meanwhile Hongjoong continued his exploration of her body. Slowly he inched a hand in between her legs, hesitating when it was inches away from her most intimate place, but eventually curiosity got the better of him and his fingers delved deep into her slit. He found it wet and warm, and it was fascinating to him. Dragging his fingers along her folds, he found that he could part them and touch an even softer and silky lining. Whenever he brushed or touched a certain tiny nub, he could feel her body becoming more responsive. Indeed, as he began to rub and press against that tiny organ, her lewd sounds were becoming more frequent and higher in pitch. The more he touched and probed around the forbidden parts of her body, the more his desire grew to become one with her, lust starting to take over his senses, slowly crumbling the last shred of self control he had.

"Take me." He finally said.

Being so dazed from having him touch her, Y/N fluttered her eyes open in confusion.

"I'm ready my love. Just take all of me and make me yours. I want you to defile me." His eyes burned with determination, not one shred of doubt in them.

Grinning at him, Y/N reached over to unclasp the cape that he was wearing and laid it flat on the earth beneath them. Starting with his silk shirt, she began to strip him out of his noble attire, refusing to let him help her out. She wanted to undress him as she wanted. More than satisfied with his bare body in front of her, Y/N guided him to lay down on the makeshift blanket, making sure to be as gentle and caring as possible. Hongjoong gasped when she climbed on top of him, her wet heat ever so slightly grazing upon his erect member. Taking one hand into her own, she made sure he was looking at her.

"I love you." She confessed.

"And I you." He replied in complete earnest.

Hongjoong groaned and threw his head back as his breathtaking enchantress sunk herself down onto him, effectively connecting their bodies together. It was the most intoxicating and thrilling experience he had ever felt. He didn't care if it was a mortal sin that would condemn him to an eternity in hell. He happily and gratefully allowed himself to be plunged deeper and deeper into damnation. He closed his eyes as on overwhelming wave of pleasure began to take over his body, numbing all other senses, the only thing he felt was how wonderful and bewildering Y/N's body felt on him. She too was enjoying herself, the look of amazement and passion on Hongjoong's face making her feel a sense of pride as she slowly stripped his last shred of purity from him. She loved him so dearly, she had never wanted someone as much as she wanted him. And now....she finally had him. He was all hers and only hers. He willingly and wholeheartedly gave all of himself to her with no regrets.

Feeling a fiery sensation form on the pit of his stomach, Hongjoong gasped violently as his body began convulsing and out from his member a load of semen poured out until it thoroughly coated his lover's velvet walls which had also began to tighten and constrict around him as a pool of heat rushed down Y/N's body when she felt the handsome man underneath her fill her up to the brim. Unable to resist any longer, she arched down and latched her mouth on his neck, suckling and nibbling against his petal like skin before sinking her teeth down, penetrating deep in his flesh. Hongjoong cried out softly at the stinging pain that felt so delicious at the same time.

"There now my sweet and darling lord..." Y/N lightly purred against his neck, her hot breath sending more shudders down his body.

Hongjoong felt like he was in a daze and he didn't want to come out of it. He did not feel frightened even as his gorgeous enchantress sat up once again and stared down at him intensely, her previously [insert color] eyes now a bright crimson color that burned like the depths of hell.

"You belong to me."

[kieranfm]

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 , 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟓      ;      𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦      ››      𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍  +  𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍  .

kieran  could  count  the  amount  of  times  he’d  been  over  to  this  side  of  town  ,  in  his  life  ,  on  ONE  hand  .  most  were  because  of  his  grandparents  —  on  his  mam’s  side  —  taking  him  & liv  to  tea  with  their  friends ,  while  one  or  two  were  because  the  quieter  ,  smoother  ,  wider  streets  were  better  to  skate  down  at  night  .  at  least  until  the  garda’s  car  pulled  up  at  the  end  of  the  road  &  flashed  their  lights  ,  sending  four  boys  scattering  back  off  to  the  older  part  of  town ; back  to  where  they  BELONGED  .  though  there  was  always  ONE  thing  they  always  had  in  common  ,  kieran  had  always  hated  it  .  there  weren’t  many  places  where  kieran  walsh  could  go  without  receiving  at  least  a  few  double  takes  ,  disapproving  stares  ,  quiet  whispers  that  were  all  the  same  at  this  point  and  — his  least  favourite  — looks  of  PITY  .  he  was  USE  to  it  .  he  had  ,  after  all  ,  endured  nearly  eighteen  years  of  it  once  the  clock  struck  12  am  tonight  .  &  maybe  if  it  was  just  the  PEOPLE  that  lived  here  looking  down  their  noses  at  him  ,  wondering  why  samuel  walsh’s  son  was  on  THEIR  side  of  town  —  far  from  the  plaster  speckled  terraced  houses  &  narrow  streets  cobbled  —  he’d  be  able  to  brush  it  off  &  not  let  it  get  to  him  too  much  .  but  the  whole  damned  place  made  him  feel  small  .  every  inch  of  every  street  they  passed  as  he'd  driven  into  the  neighbourhood  was  a  stark  reminder  that  he  didn’t  belong  there .  that  everything  he  was  wasn’t  GOOD  enough  ,  &  never  would  be  .  if  he’d  wanted  to  be  made  to  feel  THAT  small  ,  he  would  have  stayed  the  hell  home  &  seen  the  new  year  in  with  his  father  .  but  he’d  promised .  .  . he’d  promised  the  ONE  person  that  he’d  never  be  able  to  break  a  promise  with  that  he’d  be  there  .  that  he’d  come  to  declan  mccarthy’s  new  years  eve  party .  it  was  a  JOKE  really  .  he  knew  damn  well  that  declan  didn’t  want  him  there  just  as  much  as  he  didn’t  want  to  be  there  .  the  guy  had  barely  acknowledged  his  existence  when  he’d  shown  up  LATE  to  mass  on  christmas  eve  & found  evan  &  him  standing  in  the  entrance  way  of  the  church  .  it  was  only  because  of  evan  that  he  ,  conan  ,  ruairi  &  adam  ,  had  been  allowed  to  step  through  the  wrought  iron  gate  that  led  up  to  the  mccarthy  house  .  it  was  only  because  of  evan  that  he  ,  conan  ,  ruairi  &  adam  ,  were  here  in  the  first  place  .  evan  connely &  her  bloody  crystallised  eyes  .  she  was  IMPOSSIBLE  to  say  no  to  when  those  endless  blue  seas  glistened  with  the  begging  of  a  jutted  bottom  lip  .  she  could  make  him  do  anything  .  all  she  had  to  do  was  ASK  .  &  if  it  hadn't  been  clear  before .  .  . the  fact  he  was  sat  on  the  ledge  of  a  window  seat  that  overlooked  declan  mccarthy’s  back  garden  with  hundreds  of  people  crammed  into  what  may  as  well  be  a  manor  &  fucking  RAP  music  damaging  his  hearing  —  along  with  a  few  of  his  brain  cells  —  was  proof  enough  .  evan  connely  could  get  him  to  do  anything  .  especially  when  it  felt  like  he'd  hardly  seen  her  .  

not  that  he  could  say  that  he’d  seen  that  much  of  her  tonight  .  they’d  caught  her  when  they'd  first  arrived  ,  but  declan  had  been  quick  to  drag  her  off  again  .  disappearing  off  into  the  crowd  with  an  arm  around  her  shoulder  that  had  made  kieran’s  stomach  twist  &  conan’s  brow  to  raise  as  they’d  caught  each  others  eye  after  he’d  FINALLY  pulled  his  gaze  away  from  the  gap  in  the  crowd  evan  had  vanished  into  a  while  ago  .  “  don't  fucking  start  .  ”  conan’s  hands  had  raised  in  defence  before  he’d  lifted  the  edge  of  his  beer  to  his  lips    ,  answering  before  he  took  a  swig  , “  i  didn’t  say  anyt’ing  ,  mate  .  ”  he  didn't  have  to  .  it  hadn’t  gotten  much  better  as  the  clock  ticked  closer  &  closer  to  midnight  &  kieran’s  patience  for  swallowing  back  the  discomfort  of  hands  upon  his  arm  as  girls  smiled  up  at  him  wore  thin  .  glimpses  of  evan  were  all  ANY  of  them  seemed  to  get  & kieran  was  beginning  to  think  it  was  all  they  were  going  to  get  .  at  least  until  a  careful  ,  quiet  nudge  of  elbows  helped  zero  in  on  an  approaching  figure  .  he  wasn't  use  to  it  yet .  .  . the  change  of  hair  .  once  he  would  have  been  able  to  pick  her  out  of  a  crowd  not  to  much  bigger  than  that  of  the  one  that  was  in  declan’s  living  room  .  but  with  her  curls  straightened  ,  she  could  have  really  been  ANY  small  brunette  from  the  back  .  it  had  been  how  he'd  be  stuck  talking  to  a  few  of  them  after  he’d  mistaken  them  for  her  .  but  as  she  moved  through  the  crowd  towards  the  spot  the  boys  had  designated  as  their  own  since  the  start  of  the  night  ,  it  was  hard  to  believe  he  could  have  mistaken  ANYONE  as  her  .  a  beer  bottle  missing  only  a  few  sips  ,  &  kept  mostly  to  keep  others  from  offering  him  a  drink  ,  balanced  in  his  grasp  as  he  lifted  his  chin  up  ever  so  slightly  in  a  small  wordless  greeting  , “  a  real  proper  hostess  tonight  i  see  .  if  i  didn't  know  any  better  i’d  t’ink  you  were  born  for  t'e  role  .  ”  a  teasing  tone  had  crept  its  way  into  his  voice  even  as  his  eyes  scanned  over  her  features  .  searching  for  the  tell-tale  signs  that  maybe  the  role  she  was  playing  was  getting  a  bit  too  much  .  “  but  since  i  DO  —  ”  he  trailed  off  as  he  offered  out  his  bottle  of  beer  to  her  via  the  neck  ,  “  if  you  need  us  ‘lot  t'  help  spring  ya  ,  just  say  t’e  word  .  ”  

[volturicangetit]

F.V- One soul, two bodies

Summary: You come to Italy with Bella to save Edward. You didn’t expect to meet your mate there, though.

Reqeust: YES/no @bugmanor ( I can’t tag you :( idk why ) : Would you be able to do something with Felix Volturi and the prompts 10 and 11? Maybe the reader is Bella’s human sister and comes with her to save Edward, where she meets Felix, who realises she’s his mate? Thank you :))))

10. “Fuck me” “I might”

11. “I am one second away from losing my fucking shit”

Warnings: cussing

Wordcount: 2604

Sometimes, you thought that you're sister got the brains in the family. You could never compare to her grades and complex subjects seemed like child's play to her. But in moments like these, you knew that she got one, single brain cell. Edward had left Bella since it was too 'dangerous' for her to be around the Cullens. You were sure that she would be in more danger since it's a known fact under the Cullen's enemies that Bella and you know about their vampirism. And now Edward isn't here to keep Bella's impulsive self in check. But you kept your mouth shut since you knew better than to piss off a vampire. You'd rather not have a pair of fangs in your neck. You were there for Bella to pick her up and put her back together after Edward broke her. For months, you heard her painful cries and calmed her down after a nightmare. So when you heard that Edward wanted to expose himself because he thought that Bella was dead, you were pissed. You were even more pissed when Bella asked you to go to Italy with her to save him, but you complied.

So there you find yourself, running after your hysteric sister through a thick crowd in Italy. If a large number of red cloaks around you wasn't making you dizzy, it would be because the sun burning above you. Sun was new to you. In Forks, there was a collective ten days of sun a year, max. "Bella! Wait," you call after her in between heavy pants. You are close in her tail as you both run towards an open door, where Edward is lurking in the shadows. The loud clanging of the curch's bells egos through the square. Kind of ironic for there to be a church next to a castle full of vampires. Bella jumps over the small stone wall around the fountain and runs through it. You groan before following her through the water. You jump out of it on the other side, feeling the water squishing in your now soaked shoes. Bella jumps onto Edward and pulls him back right at the last second, saving him from public exposure. They both stumble back into the castle as Edward wraps his arms around Bella. You follow them into the castle and quickly close the door behind you, sealing Edward away from the sunlight. You can hear Edward and Bella exchanging some emotional words but you don't listen to them, more occupied with catching your breath. You lean against the cool wall with your back as you let your head fall back against it. The stone feels like ice cubes against your burning skin but in a good way. You are too caught up in calming yourself down that you don't notice the two men entering the hallway until Edward starts to talk to them. "I won't be needing your services after all, gentleman," Edward cool voice says.

You look up at the two men. One has slightly curly hair and is holding one hand behind his back while the other removes a cape, that they both are wearing, from his head. The other is terrifyingly tall. From his red eyes that keep staring at you to the muscles protruding from under his skin, everything about his screams danger. Yet something in you feels the need to run up to his and hug him. You quickly shake that feeling of you thought, because you're sure that he would rip you in half if you did that. "Aro wants to speak with you again," the tall man says without taking his eyes off you. Edward quickly looks at Bella before looking back at the men. "No rules were broken," Edward huffs.

"None the less, we should take this conversation to a more appropriate venue," the smaller man says. He has a slight accent, one that the taller man doesn't have. The giant finally takes his eyes off you and now looks at Edward and Bella who are clinging onto each other for dear life. You push yourself off the wall to stand up straight, whipping some of the dust of the back of your pants. "Fine," Edward says.

"Bella and Y/n, why don't you go enjoy the rest of the festival," he states. Bella looks at you with big eyes. You nod, walking towards Bella and grabbing ahold of her hand. "They come with us," the giant says darkly. His tone sends shivers down your spine and not the good ones. Edward shakes his head, pulling Bella back with him and accidentally pushing you of her. You stand there awkwardly. "No, you can go to hell,". You have to hold in a giggle. O, he'll go to hell alright.

As if on cue, Alice pushing open a door, breaking the lock while doing so. She takes her big sunglasses off. You recognize the pair, you bought them for her as a "thanks-for-putting-up-with-Bella's-ass-for-a-month" gift. She hasn't taken them off since. Her hands go of the rip the bright red shawl of her hair. "Come on guys," she says as she makes her way over to you. "It's a festival. You wouldn't want to make a scene.". The tall man glares daggers at her. You can almost feel his hatred towards the Cullens. "We wouldn't," he says through clenched teeth.

From behind him, you can see a small figure walking towards you. A pile of blond hair forms a bun at the back of her head, a bit of it sticking up and being visible from the front. She's wearing the same cloak as the two men are, just a smaller one. "Enough," she says coldly as she pulls the cloak off her head. What do these vampires have with putting stuff on their head? Edward quickly looks down, so does Alice. Bella looks at you with panic in her eyes to which you simply shrug. "Jane," Edward says quietly as he pulls Bella behind him a bit more. Him, Bella and Alice are all standing very close to each other while you are standing by yourself of to the side. The distance between you is impossible to go unnoticed to you. You wrap your arms around yourself as a form of comfort while you stare right into the blond girls' eyes. "Aro sent me to see what was taking so long.". Her voice sounds very nasally, almost like she has a cold. She glances between the two men who she is now standing in the middle of. Her short height only emphasises how tall the man who won't stop staring at you is. She quickly turns on her heels. Edward, Bella and Alice eclectically follow behind her. "Just do what she says," Alice says. You pass the two men as you follow behind your sisters. The tall man glances down at you. "Okay, creep," you say under your breath. The man's eyes grow big. Fuck, he could hear you. The tall man takes a couple of quick strides to catch up with Edward and push a red robe into his hands.

You all walk down the halls until there is a dark staircase going down, into which the blond girls go. This is how you are going to die. In a dark basement by vampire's who'll use you like you're a fucking Capri sun. "Don't be scared," you hear Edward says to Bella. Don't be scared. How the fuck are you not supposed to be scared when your socks and shoes are wet while you're in a creepy castle filled with human blood-drinking vampire. "Are you?" Bella says. "No,". The blond girl scoffs at this. Who do you already like these three vampires more than Edward even though they're the human killing ones? An elevator opens up. "I'm not going into that thing with them," you say as you stand still before the doors. You point at the three vampires who are now standing in the elevator along with Edward, Bella and Alice. "No offence, I just don't feel like going into a small room with five vampires.".

Alice steps out of the elevator and drags you into it. You struggle but your strength is nothing compared to her's. The doors close and you couldn't be more uncomfortable. The silence that hangs over you all and the fact that your socks and shoes are still soaked doesn't help with it either. The doors open again and you quickly walk out of the elevator. Jane walks past you to lead the way. You see a woman sitting at a desk. She says something in Italian, probably a greeting, but you can't understand what she says. She still has normal, human coloured eyes and her cheeks still have a blush to them. "Is she human?" Bella asks.

"Yes," Edward says. Jane turns another corner as you follow behind her. You can still feel the tall man's eyes staring into your skull. "Does she know?". You try to tune out of Bella and Edward's conversation. You don't care about if the women are human or not, you care about making it out of here with a beating heart. "She wants to be..." Bella trails off. "And so she will be," the men with the accents says. Them turning someone seems as unlikely as Bella making a smart decision since their hatred towards humans is very well known.

"For dessert," the blond says. O yeah, you're definitely going to die. She pushes two dark doors open, revealing a surprisingly light and clean room. On a plateau or three thrones seated, a man with long hair sitting in each. All have a different hair colour though. Carlisle told you about them. Aro, Marcus and Caius. "Sister," a boy who looks to be a bit younger than you says. "I send you out to get one and you bring back two. And two halves. Clever girl.". You scoff at his words. Almost nice to be treated you a half of a person. The raven-haired man stands up.

"What a happy surprise," he says with open arms. "Bella is alive after all.". He clasped his hands together in front of his chest. A creepy smile is glued onto his face as he looks over you all. Behind him is sitting a brunette, Marcus, who is staring at the wall sadly. You heard the story about his wife. You always have found it tragical. The blond, Caius, is looking at you with an angry face. He doesn't like having the Cullens or humans around him. "Isn't that wonderful," Aro says, dragging out every word a bit. He walks over to where you are standing. "I love a happy ending,". He grabs Edwards hand out of Bella's and looks up at his face. His gift, Carlisle also told you about that. "They are so rare," he says sadly. His comment is clearly pointed at Marcus who immediately looks down at his shoes. Aro looks over Edward at the tall man standing there.

"Un'anima in due corpi," he says he lets go of Edward's hand and rushes over to the men. It happens so fast that he is there in a flash. He grabs the tall man's hand as his eyes are focused on you. "Felix has found is mate," he says before rushing over to you. He tries to grab your hand but you shake your head and step back from him, clutching your hands over your chest. "I'd rather not have you touch me, thank you very much," you say in a polite tone. His smile grows a little.

"This one has manners," he says before shooting Bella a glare. "Roasted," you mumble under your breath as you quickly look over at Bella who’s cheeks are now red. Aro holds his hand out to you again. "Would you please be so kind?" he asks. You nod, slowly laying your hand in his. The moment your skin touches his, you can feel him entering your mind. It's a weird and fuzzy feeling. You can feel him scanning through your mind. He lets out a soft chuckle.

Aro lets go of your hand before he makes his way to his throne again, sitting down in it. "Can I please ask what mates are? Because I'm kind of in the dark here," you ask. Caius rolls his eyes and looks the other way, not wanting to be bothered by humans. A smile is now on Marcus's face as he at the invisible red line connecting you to Felix. "A soul split in half, divided over two bodies. You are meant to be," he says in a raspy voice. You nod and look at Bella with worry in your eyes. Apparently, the Swan's had something for vampires. "Cool, great," you say. "I'm sharing a soul with a vampire...Fuck me!" you exclaim.

"I might," you hear Felix say behind you. This was apparently the last straw for Edward, who now runs up to Felix and throws a punch at him. The man with the accent runs over to Alice and holds a hand around her throat to keep her in place as Felix and Edward fight. You know it's bad, but you are secretly rooting for Felix and hoping for him to hit Edward a couple of times as payback for how he made Bella feel. The fight goes so fast that you can't even comprehend what's happening until Felix has both hands around Edward's head who is now on his knees in front of the thrones. Bella is shaking and running her hands through her hands like a manic. Her mouth opens like a fish but no words come out. "Stop!" you yell.

You take a couple of step towards Felix and Edward. You can see Felix's grip on Edward loosening. "Let him go and I'll...I'll do 'mate' stuff with you. Okay? Just don't-don't hurt him," you say. You pluck at the hem of your shirt from the nerves. Felix looks at Aro who gives him a condescending nod. Felix lets Edward go and is in front of you in the blink of an eye. You look up at him. He is handsome and hot. And extremely terrifying. You gulp down your fears as you shot him a smile. "Listen, my shoes are soaking, I think I just had a minor heart attack and I think I just heard someone being murdered down the hall. Basically, I am one second away from losing my fucking shit so you better listen up.". Felix nods, bending down slightly to be more on your level. The action brings a soft smile to your face.

"I'll come with you and do what you want but if I find out that you hurt my sister or the Cullens I will kill you. I don't know how to do that yet but I'll find it our really soon.". Felix nods, mumbling a soft 'okay'. Aro's voice causes Felix to quickly stand beside you and straighten up.

"Felix, you and young Y/n can take some time to...get to know each other," Aro says. Felix grabs your hand softly and guides you out of the throne room after saying his thank you's. You shake as he starts to pull you along with him. Is he going to kill you? "Do you have clothes with you?" he asks. You shake your head quickly, not trusting your voice at the moment. He sighs before shooting you a smile. "Then we'll have to go shopping because you'll be living here from now on.". O God, what did you get yourself into?

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The Church of a Loving God - Eaters of the Dead

Genre: Horror

Word Count: 5,558

Synopsis: In the grim darkness of the far future, countless billions toil and suffer to keep the wheels of the imperial war machine turning. The God Emperor demands blind obedience and the only reward is a brutal death. In the dark corners of this world, among the teeming masses of humanity, Jocasta Theta will find something more; a life worth living, and a god worth believing in.

Content Notes: Cannibalism, Police Brutality

Author's Note: A massive thank you to daddyfuckinlonglegs for all their help and advice, and for motivating me to get back into writing. Jocasta's story will continue in chapter two, 'Love in a Dark Millennium'!

AO3 Link: The Church of a Loving God

The day started with bells. Jocasta opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling of the bunk house, counting the chimes. Three, four, five, then a raspy, mechanical voice crackled out from the vox caster.

“Theta shift, wake up. Theta shift, wake up. You have one hour before your work begins. Thought for the day; only in death is duty's debt repaid.”

There was a short hiss of static as the vox switched off. Jocasta lay in her bunk for a moment and tried not to think about the crushing heat. The ventilation system for her hab-block had been broken for a month; every night she prayed to the Emperor to send one of his red priests to fix it, and every morning she woke up drenched in sweat. No point dwelling on it though.

She got up and pulled her overalls out from under the bed. Her tiny section of the room was separated from the rest by a threadbare blanket hanging from a string, and as she got dressed she could hear the rustling of nineteen other people doing the same. They were all theta shift, but none of them were part of her work gang. She'd barely spoken to any of them in the three years she'd lived here.

Still, she thought as she pulled the blanket aside, there was no reason to be unfriendly. She gave a smile and a nod to each of them as she made her way to the door. Some of them smiled back. Some of them didn't. All of them looked tired.

The door was jammed, like it had been every morning since the ventilation broke, but it swung open after a few sharp kicks. Jocasta breathed deep as she stepped out into the cavernous, and relatively cool, expanse of transit tunnel forty-one. It was a vast, diagonal shaft formed of buttressed rockcrete walls lined with dozens of metal walkways, all of them bustling with people heading to, or from, their allocated workplace. The steeply sloping floor of the tunnel was covered by rails, along which cargo pallets were constantly moving, and the ceiling was festooned with pipes, cables, and dim, flickering glow-globes which cast the hubbub below in shades of orange and amber.

Jocasta was vaguely aware that there was a universe outside the tunnel – the mountainous hive-city of Gloriana Aeterna stretching up for miles above her, a planet outside, and thousands of planets beyond – but she would never see them. This tunnel, and the chambers branched off from it, had been her whole world since the day she was born. Her little corner of the imperium.

As she made her way down the walkway she scanned the crowd for familiar faces. Most days that search was fruitless, but this was a lucky day. Through the throngs of shuffling figures she spotted an unruly shock of blonde hair, and with a little pushing and shoving she got close enough to recognise the pale, lanky man it was attached to. Exactly who she'd been hoping to see. Surreptitiously she spat on her hand and dragged it through her short red hair; she'd once seen a pict-capture of noblewomen from the upper hive, all of them beautiful and all of them with their hair slicked back.

“Good morning Seth!” She fell into step beside her work mate, who looked down at her with a weary smile that made her heart beat a little quicker. “I'm so glad I caught you, did you hear what happened on sigma shift? Katra, from the market, told me all about it. Apparently the coreward grinder threw a gear just as the shift was ending, which isn't all that strange, happens all the time, but after the technomats pushed it back in they still couldn't get the whole thing spinning. So one of them says 'there must be something stuck in there, we'll just take the casing off and find it'. So then they did, and they saw what was jamming it, and guess what it was? Go on, guess! I'll give you three tries.”

Seth's brow furrowed. He looked up at the roof of the tunnel, his lips moving silently, then looked back down at Jocasta. “Okay, first guess... Was it a sump rat?”

Her mouth fell open. “You knew? That's not fair! You can't pretend to guess if you already knew!”

“I didn't know,” Seth said with a grin, “I just figured it out. There's not many things big enough to jam the grinder but small enough to come up through the pipes. Also I hear rats down there all the time.”

“Ooh, you're such a liar! You couldn't just 'figure that out'. You know I thought I could trust you, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe I'll have to find a new friend who doesn't try to cheat me.” She tried to look serious, but Seth put on such an exaggerated show of remorse that she couldn't help smiling.

“You really can't trust me any more? After everything we've been through? After everything I've done for you?”

She put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. “And what exactly have you done for me?”

“Well...” He leaned down until their heads were practically touching and lowered his voice to a whisper. Jocasta could hear her heart thumping in her chest. “...how about scrounging up something to eat on our break?. One of my bunk mates managed to find some meat. Some unprocessed meat. And since he owed me a favour, I got us a slice to share.”

Her eyes widened. “Are you joking?” she whispered. “You have to tell me if you're joking, you can't just say something like that and not mean it. And what do you mean he found it, anyway? Do you know what it came from? He didn't steal it, did he? Because if he stole it-”

A deafening burst of trumpets rang out from the vox pylons above them. As one, every worker stopped in their tracks. A moment later the cargo pallets below them shuddered to a halt. Silence, heavy and oppressive, settled over the tunnel. Jocasta stole a glance at Seth; he'd already closed his eyes and crossed his hands over his heart in the shape of the holy aquila. She shuffled a little closer to him and did the same.

“Citizens of Gloriana Aeterna.” The deep, sonorous voice came from every vox, in every direction. “Hear me, and give thanks. The God Emperor protects you, his faithful servants, for as long as you dedicate your lives and deaths to him. Through the might of his armies, he protects you. Through the swift justice of his arbites, he protects you. Through the diligence of his administrators, he protects you...”

The familiar litany washed over Jocasta. She's heard it so many times she could recite it backwards. Real meat, though... That was a special kind of gift. Silently, in her heart, she gave thanks for it.

***

It took another half an hour to descend to the ration processing plant. Down here the walls of the tunnel were studded with loading bays and access ports, and the air was thick with industrial smog. The two of them made their way through the murk, moving slowly and cautiously over corroded walkways and down rickety ladders, until they reached the entrance hatch for loading bay seven. Seth started coughing. He'd been doing that a lot recently.

Inside, the noise in the low-ceiling bay was almost painfully loud. Workers from Sigma shift were rushing to and fro, shouting instruction to each other as they tried to unload the last of their shipments. Enforcers holding crackling shock mauls and suppression shields prowled between them, reflective visors covering their faces. Heavy carts trundled over the metal floor grates with their axles squealing, and over it all was the roar of the spinning grinders at the far end of the bay.

The men and women of theta shift were huddled against one wall, staying out of the way until their time came, but between them and the access hatch was an armoured security booth. Jocasta walked up to the mesh grill at the front of the booth and smiled at the grim-faced watchman behind it.

“Jocasta Theta, reporting for shift.”

The man grunted and peered down at his data-slate until he found her name, then pressed his thumb against the screen. He reached down under the desk to pull out two rectangular metal tins, each the size of Jocasta's palm, and slid them through the gap at the bottom of the grill.

“Two ration packs, corpse-starch. No eating between breaks. No hoarding. No trading. Return the tins at the end of your shift. Do you understand?”

The enforcer had said the same words to her every morning for the last three years, and she'd given the same response. “Yes sir, I understand. May the Emperor protect you.”

“And you. Move along.”

Jocasta put her rations in her pocket and went to join the rest of her shift, leaving Seth to report in behind her. She knew almost all of her co-workers by name, even if she hadn't had a chance to get to know most of them, but today there was an unfamiliar face. A man... No, a boy, probably on his first work assignment. Maybe four of five years younger than her? Not even old enough to shave. He looked every bit as scared as Jocasta had been when she started at the plant, and she decided that he needed a friend.

“Hey there kid, welcome to loading bay seven! You're new, aren't you? Please say you're new, if you've been here for a while I'll be so embarrassed. My name's Jocasta. What's yours?”

“Uh...” The boy hesitated, looking down at the floor. “My name is Lansan. It's nice to meet you.” His voice was so quiet she could barely hear him over the noise.

“Well it's very nice to meet you too, Lansan. I guess this is the first place you've worked? Well don't worry about that, we'll show you the ropes in no time. Which section are you assigned to?”

“Um, I think they said I'd be unloading the pallets?”

Jocasta kept smiling, but her heart sank. “Oh, so you'll be working with me! That's good. Did they say who you're replacing?” She already knew the answer.

“Yes, they said the last person got reallocated to a manufactorum on the upper levels. His name was Dillan?”

“Gillan. His name was Gillan.” Jocasta struggled to keep her voice level. Gillan had been nearly forty, with a limp he couldn't hide any more. No manufactorum would have taken him.

She tried to think of something to say, but before she had a chance the bell rang to signal the shift change. The exhausted workers of sigma shift put down their tools and started filing towards the exit, and theta shift moved quickly to take their place. Jocasta walked towards the wide metal shutter on the tunnel side wall, still thinking about Gillan, wishing Lansan wasn't following quite so close behind her. She wanted time to think, but the shutters were already opening to accept the first delivery of the day. She'd just have to wait until the shift was over.

“Alright Lansan, this is the start of the chain. The cargo comes in through here, we jump onto the pallet, then we throw it over so it can be loaded onto the carts. After that it goes through the grinders and onto second stage processing, but you don't need to worry about that bit. Do you have a handkerchief? That's good, tie it around your face. It'll help with the smell. Grab yourself some gloves from the rack, try and get a pair without any holes in them. Let's see... You know how to lift, right? Knees bent, back straight?”

The boy nodded, pulling his gloves on, and she did the same. With a familiar shriek of metal on metal a wide platform rolled into view down the tunnel and pivoted into the loading bay, coming to a halt a couple of feet away from the edge of the floor. Lansan went pale as the smell hit them; the platform was piled high with corpses, collected from all the middle and lower levels of the city. Jocasta saw his expression and gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“Try to think of it as cargo, rather than people. The city needs to eat. Just be careful when you jump across, you don't want to fall into the pipes.”

He nodded slowly, but she could see his hands trembling. There was nothing more she could do for him except lead by example, so she jumped across to the platform and started pulling a body off the top of the pile. Lansan joined her, gingerly picking up the corpse by the shoulders as Jocasta lifted its ankles. Under her direction they carried it to the edge of the pallet, gave it a couple of swings, then threw it across the gap to where a couple of carters were waiting to load it.

“So, Lansan, how far up do you live?” She was hoping to take his mind off the task at hand, if only so he'd stop being so squeamish.

“Um, about forty minutes walk? We're a couple of levels down from the market.”

“You're not that far above me then! Oh, and you said 'we', does that mean you're still living with your family?” The boy just nodded. “You're lucky. My parents got moved to tunnel thirty-six just after I started working here. Haven't seen them for years.”

“I'm sorry, that must be hard. Not knowing...” He paused for a moment to find his footing as they picked up a particularly heavy body. “Not even knowing if they're still alive, I mean.”

Jocasta found herself lost for words for a moment, and almost slipped on a bloated hand. She wanted to believe the kid didn't mean any harm, but surely he was old enough to know better? Either way, there was only way to respond. “Well if they're dead, I'm sure they died serving the Emperor. You can't ask for anything more than that.” She had to force the words out. You never knew who was listening.

“Oh, yes, of course. I didn't mean... I was just thinking, I don't know what I'd do if my parents got reassigned. I guess they'd move me to a smaller bunk, but I've never lived alone before. Did you ever... Urgh!”

The boy recoiled and fell backwards as the arm he was holding came away from the shoulder with a wet slurping sound. Jocasta dropped her end of the body, leaving it on the edge of the platform, and walked quickly over to him.

“Listen, Lansan,” she whispered as she helped him up. “I need you to be a little tougher, okay? The guards here don't care that you're young, or that it's your first day. If they don't think you can work, you'll get moved somewhere else. Somewhere worse, on the lower levels. Your parents wouldn't want that for you, so just...”

Too late, she saw his gaze move down to the corpse behind her. By the time she turned round it was already slipping over the side of the platform, down into the pipes, and she could only stand there as it disappeared from view. A moment later there was a crash, then a distant, wet thud. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew what was coming.

“Worker!” The shout cut through the noise of the loading bay. Jocasta opened her eyes again and fixed her gaze on the floor; she could hear the heavy footsteps of the enforcer walking towards her. A quick glance at Lansan confirmed he was keeping his head down as well. At least his parents had taught him that much.

“Wasting the city's food is a crime. Which one of you is responsible?”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Lansan opening his mouth, but she was quicker. “It was me, sir. I wasn't paying attention. I'm very sorry, it won't happen again, I...”

“Step off the platform.” The man sounded more bored than angry. Jocasta jumped across to the loading bay and turned to face him, making sure not to look him in the visor. “You have your rations for the day?” She nodded. “Give me one of them.” She fished the tin out of her pocket and the man snatched it out of her hand. He opened it, checked the contents, and dropped it into a pouch on his belt.

It was a lighter punishment than she'd expected. She let herself relax a little. “Thank you sir. Permission to get back to-”

Without warning the enforcer swung his shock maul into Jocasta's stomach. It wasn't a hard hit. It didn't need to be. Her world went dark, then brilliant white flashes danced across her vision. All she could hear was a snapping, crunching sound that seemed to come from every direction at once.

It only lasted for a moment, and when her vision returned she was lying on the ground at the enforcer's feet. She tried to stop herself trembling, but she couldn't. Across the bay she could see Seth staring at her. He looked scared.

The man leaned down to speak to her, his boot inches away from her face. “You're going to go down to the pipes during the first break and retrieve that corpse. You will not be late. You will not return empty-handed. Do you understand?” She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out but a dry wheeze. He seemed to take that as confirmation. “Get back to work then. No more mistakes.”

As he walked away Jocasta, still shaking, got back on her feet. The hot, raw pain was starting to spread through her stomach, and she knew from experience it was going to get worse before it got better. It would make the next few hours of work agonizing. And then the pipes... People died down there. She could die down there. All because she'd been too busy trying to help the new kid...

“Um... Jocasta?”

She turned to look at Lansan. There were tears on his cheeks. He looked ashamed.

“I can help, if you want. I can go down to the pipes with you.”

For an awful moment, she thought about saying yes. Maybe the two of them would have a better chance of getting out alive. Or maybe she could run faster than him... She put the idea out of her mind. “Thanks, but I'll be fine.” Her voice was still little more than a croak. “It was only a small one, and it's already missing an arm. I can carry it just fine by myself.”

“But, maybe, I could protect you? Kind of, watch your back?”

Jocasta gave the boy the best smile she could manage. “The Emperor protects.”

***

The area under the ration processing plant was a tangled web of tunnels, pipes, junctions and crawl spaces. Bundles of cables wove through narrow corridors, linking together rusted, humming machines that only the red priests truly understood. Everywhere there was the dripping of oil, grease and other, more organic fluids from the plant above. The lights were so faint that they were little more than stars to navigate by, if they worked at all. The only people who came down here were maintenance teams, and they never made the descent without armed guards. The rats were always watching and always hungry.

Jocasta had no guards, and no weapons except a wrench that Seth had slipped into her pocket as he'd wished her good luck. The enforcers had let her take a lantern at least. The weak, yellow light only reached a few paces away from her. Beyond that there was darkness.

She'd been slow and careful at first, trying to stay quiet, freezing every time she heard something skittering through the gloom, but the morning break was only half an hour long and she knew how much worse things would be if she was late. As she went deeper into the maze she started to move faster, gripping the wrench tightly and hoping her reactions would be quick enough if something jumped out at her.

She walked through one dank, humid corridor after another, rushing down steep ramps and squeezing through air ducts, doubling back on herself whenever she reached a dead end or locked hatch. After a while her pace slowed. Every time she passed a turning she paused, trying to picture where she was in relation to the loading by above her, before choosing a path and continuing.

Eventually she reached a junction and had to stop. There was an opening leading down to her left, but surely the wall of the transit tunnel should be there? And if it wasn't, did that mean she was farther away from it than she'd thought, or had she gone so low that she was underneath it? How long had it been since the break started? She didn't have a chrono. Maybe it had been ten minutes, maybe fifteen. Maybe she'd never find the body, or the rats would find her first. She could hear them, scuttling through the gloom. They sounded like they were getting closer.

She leant against the wall and set the lantern down on the ground. Her hands were trembling. She tried to get her breathing under control, but she couldn't.

Gillan was dead. She knew he was. People didn't just stop working when they had a family to feed, even if they were ill. Perhaps he was just too sick or too badly injured to get to the plant, but the end result was the same. The weak didn't survive for long. Yesterday she'd teased him for the silly little moustache he'd started growing; she'd said it made him look like an old man. That was the last thing she'd said to him, and now he was gone.

Her shoulders started shaking. She wiped the tears from her eyes with her sleeve, then squeezed hard on the metal handle of the wrench. She didn't have time to cry. Somewhere up there Seth was waiting for her. All she had to do was find the body, and then she'd find her way back to him. They'd share good food, and gossip about their shift mates, and then she could tell him how much he meant to her and hope that he felt the same...

She heard it before she saw it; the click, click, click of claws on metal. She swore under her breath. If she hadn't been so wrapped up in her own head... No, there was no time for anger. Slowly, she bent down to pick up the lantern. Her hand trembled as she raised it. There were pale, milky eyes gleaming in the dark of the corridor behind her. Three, no, maybe four creatures, though she couldn't be sure. She'd seen dead sump rats before, and no two of them had the same number of eyes.

Keeping her eyes on the crawling shadows, Jocasta started to back away. One step, two steps, and then, from behind her, she heard a low hiss. Her heart jumped into her mouth. She froze, trying to work out how far away the rat behind her was; it sounded close. A few paces, maybe.

The wrench in her hand was slippery with sweat. She tried to adjust her grip. If she could turn quickly and get in a good swing... But there wouldn't just be one, would there? They never hunted alone. Running was the only option, and out of the corner of her eye she could see the side tunnel that had confused her a moment ago. She still had no idea where it went, but it didn't matter.

Jocasta bolted forwards, ducking through the doorway as a screech went up from the rats. She sprinted down the narrow corridor, leaping over gaps in the floor grating, racing around the sharp turns and sudden twists of the tunnel. The rats were close behind her but she couldn't look back. She couldn't hold the lantern steady, and it took all of her concentration just to stay on her feet in the flickering light.

She ran on, her heart pounding, desperately, frantically looking for some way of escaping her pursuers; their shrill chittering echoed from the pipes around her. Suddenly, through the enveloping gloom, she saw a metal hatch up ahead. She darted through it, slamming her weight against the door, the rusty hinges screeching as she forced it closed. From beyond she heard the rats scratching and clawing at the metal, throwing themselves against it in a frenzy... and then, the sound faded. Listening hard, she could make out the clanking of loose grating beneath their feet, the noise getting quieter and quieter as they abandoned the chase and moved on. Gasping for air, she slid down the door and sat against it.

She was alive.

As the adrenaline receded, she realised she was in a junction room larger than any she'd found before. She couldn't tell exactly how large; the light didn't reach the far wall. What she did see, lying on the metal floor surrounded by broken ceiling panels, was the corpse. For a moment she just stared at it, uncomprehending. She was lost. She'd run for her life. How could it be right in front of her?

Slowly she climbed back onto her feet, walked up to the body, and knelt down beside it. It had taken a beating during the fall, but aside from the missing arm it was still intact. Now all she needed to do was carry it back up to the surface. But that was impossible. The rats wouldn't have gone far. She couldn't outrun them with that much dead weight on her shoulders. She was going to die. Unless... Unless there was another way out of here.

No sooner had that thought crossed her mind than she noticed a faint, pale light from up ahead of her. It didn't look like the flame of a lantern, or the glow of the electric lights that lined the halls of the hive city. It was softer. Gentler. She stood up and started moving towards it.

As she walked forwards the air seemed to shimmer. Motes of light danced around her, swirling in a breeze that she couldn't feel. The space was larger than she'd imagined, and even as the body disappeared from view behind her she still couldn't see the far wall. As she got closer to the glow she saw it was coming from a human shape on the floor; to her surprise she realised it was another, much older corpse. She'd never seen one so decayed before.

The thing that drew her eye though, and the source of the light, was the fungus. It sprouted from every part of the body, pushing through the blackened skin in strangely shaped clusters, not just one type but a myriad of different shapes. There were varieties she'd only ever heard about, and some that were completely alien to her. Fragile looking spheres on delicate stalks, glistening jellies that had eaten deep into the remains of their host, mushrooms of every shape and size. And the colours! She'd thought that all fungi were pale grey, but these were a riot of blues, oranges, pinks and browns, all of them glowing softly in the gloom. It was beautiful.

She stepped forward, holding the lantern as close as she dared. There was a rich, warm aroma rising from the corpse, so strong that she felt light-headed. As she leaned over it she realised there was a pattern hidden in the light. Everywhere she looked, the fungi had formed itself into circles. The motif was repeated across the entire body. Circles overlapping each other, circles within circles, and in the centre of the chest three thick, conjoined circles of bright green mould. They'd grown so that each circle was linked to the other two to form a triangle.

There was something more, though. Something in the centre of the pattern that she couldn't quite make out. She leaned over the body, holding the lantern closer, straining to see what was hidden there... And then her foot slipped. Before she could think her hand jerked forwards to break her fall, and with a wet, sickening squelch it hit the mould and sank into it, the desiccated body's chest cracking and collapsing under her weight.

The smell of rot and death washed over her. She scrambled to her feet and reeled back in disgust, desperately shaking the spongy, stinking slop from her hand. It clung to her skin like glue; she couldn't bare to look at it. She dropped the lantern and pulled out her handkerchief, scrubbing at her arm frantically until it was free of the muck, and then stood there, panting, over the body.

Reluctantly, Jocasta looked at her hand. It was still streaked with grime and dotted with luminescent spores, but she'd done the best she could. The handkerchief was sodden; she threw it aside, then closed her eyes.

“God Emperor, please... Please don't let me get sick. Please show me a way back up. Please let me live, just a little longer.”

She whispered the words into the dark. There was no reply.

It wasn't until she opened her eyes and bent to pick up the lantern that she heard it. The familiar click, click, click, and then a low hiss. The rats had found their way in.

Her whole body went stiff. This was it, she realised. She didn't know where she was. There might not be another way out of this room, and even if there was she wouldn't find it before they caught up to her. All she could do was die fighting; a stupid, pointless death.

She turned and saw the rats at the edge of the lantern's light. Lumpy, misshapen creatures with bony spines and tumorous growths sprouting from their backs. She counted seven of them, each of them as big as a hound and staring at her with murderous hunger. Slowly she reached into her pocket and pulled out the wrench, then stepped forwards to meet them...

And the rats backed away.

She paused. Was this some kind of trap? Were they waiting for her to leave the light? She took another step forwards. One of the rats hissed at her, then turned and scurried into the dark. The others edged backwards.

Jocasta took a deep breath and walked forwards until the lantern's pool of light was behind her. With every step the rats retreated, some of them squeaking and scuttling to the corners of the room. It was as if they were scared. She just stared after them, dumbfounded. But then, she'd asked the Emperor for help, hadn't she? And this... this was a miracle.

For a long moment she stood there, in the dark, trying to think of any other explanation. The rats could have killed her easily. She'd heard of them attacking armed groups when they were hungry enough, and these ones had looked very hungry. Just a few minutes ago they'd been chasing her down. And now suddenly they were scared of her.

No, that wasn't right, was it? They were scared of that old corpse, or the fungus. If they weren't then the whole thing would have been eaten long ago. The rats would eat anything, animal or vegetable, no matter how rotten it was. And if it wasn't the rot, or the fungus, then what else could have stopped them if not the Emperor's protection? And now that protection was on her.

There was one way to be sure. She went back and retrieved the lantern, humming a hymn under her breath, and then picked up the sodden handkerchief. She walked across the room until she saw the last few rats prowling at the edge of the light and threw the rag at them as hard as she could. Before it had even landed the creatures scattered, shrieking in panic.

Jocasta couldn't help but laugh. This was amazing! She'd seen a real miracle, right there in front of her! The body must be some kind of holy relic, hidden down here for who knows how long, and she was the one who'd found it. She wondered if Seth would believe her. In the stories, miracles only happened to holy warriors and saints... Maybe she wouldn't tell him right away. It would be her secret, at least for now.

Sighing, she realised she had more immediate concerns. It would take time to find her way back up to the plant. At least now she wouldn't have to worry about the rats though. She went back to where the ceiling was broken, hoisted the body onto her shoulders, then set off to retrace her steps. As she left, the light in the junction room faded. The sound of her footsteps died away. All that was left was silence, and the soft glow of the fungus, and the clouds of spores that danced through the air without any wind to move them.

[mikkomacko]

Dear Daisy 6

Harry enjoys Saturdays. For the past two months, Saturdays have consistently been his day off from patrolling. Occasionally he'll get Sunday or Friday off as well, but he doesn't get his hopes up. It doesn't matter to him. He's completely fine only having Saturday off.

A shop in town (one he's yet to learn the name of because he's still confused by the French language), had a nice leather bound journal he'd bought the first week of being stationed in the city. It's similar to the one he'd left at home, the one he's comfortable with, so it makes writing his letters easy. Which is what Saturday is for. A letter to Daisy, a letter to Anne, a letter to Gemma, and a letter to Niall who's unable to fight due to his old knee injury. Today he gets through Anne's, Gemma's, and Niall's letters quickly. He's addressing one to Daisy when he pauses, recalling the letters she sent last week. Harry quickly flips to a blank page, scribbling the name of a man he's only spoken to a few times.

Dear Robin,

I wasn't sure you'd remember me after all these years. The last time we spoke I was about thirteen, right before my uncle started grooming me on the steel business. I've changed a lot since then which is why it was quite shocking to hear about you from Daisy. She told me of your generosity, a quality I'll always remember you for if the books in my library are anything to go by. I'd like to thank you for taking Daisy in while I'm away and distracting her with the gift of baking. She may not look it, but I know she gets awful lonely when she's left to herself too long. I remember a few years ago, when I was maybe seventeen or eighteen, I'd passed by her near the park where she was sitting in the grass, chatting with a pigeon. Of course I teased her for it. What kind of nutter talks to birds? But she'd gotten flustered and yelled at me, told me birds need friends too. She also mentioned being stood up by a boy from my mum's neighborhood so she was complaining to the bird. It wasn't really my business, as she so snottily put it, but I knew she was continuing to speak me because she was lonely. I suppose I'm glad that Bill whatever didn't show up that day.

I was worried about leaving her. Her family has hurt her. She wouldn't want to spend much time with them. And her friend Summer has taken up a babysitting job so her time with her is limited as well. Knowing she's enjoying her time with you brings me comfort. I can't thank you enough for watching over my love.

She told me of your son's and I'm sad to not know them very well. I'm sure they're just as wonderful as you if not more. Perhaps you could give me their names or where they're stationed and I could keep an eye out for them? I believe it's a fair deal; you watching my family and I'll watch yours?

Wishing you a happy fall and hoping the bakery stays busy,

Harry Styles.

The bakery is a big company in town so he doesn't need to ask for the address. Finishing up that letter and stuffing it into an envelope, a titter of giggles flows through the November air. Harry peeks up through his eyelashes, finding two girls in long coats not so subtly looking at him. A red head one wiggles her fingers at him, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Harry thinks she's the kind of bird they'd put on a postcard around here. With the Eiffel Tower behind her, trees turning autumn shades that compliment her hair. It's a nice picture, but not one he'd like to look at forever. French girls are pretty, but he prefers English. Particularly English girls with frizzy brunette curls and freckles on her nose and cheeks. Light brown eyes that stir like honey and drip warmth into his veins when they look at him, whether it be through tears of frustration or sparkles of adoration.

He ignores the girls, shifting his shoulders under his thick army coat. At least the uniform is warm. Harry turns back to the letter he had started writing to Daisy, teeth sinking into his chapped bottom lip as he continues to scribble.

Dear Daisy,

I've never enjoyed autumn. I find it uncomfortable. That brief period between the peek of life in the summer and the bittersweet end in the winter. The one thing that I do enjoy, is my mother's pumpkin soup. I'm glad Gemma visited you on Halloween and I'm glad you had so many pumpkins. I would say I'm jealous but I think that'd give you an edge over me so I'll admit to nothing. As for the fighter pilot girl, I wish I could have seen her. My father was a fighter pilot and I use to have a photo by my bed of him in his plane. One time I had a dream that my daughter flew planes, crossed oceans and looked down at mountain tops. She might've looked like that girl you saw. I can't know for sure seeing as I'm here and you're there. Again, I won't say I'm jealous, but do you think there's a chance she'll be a pilot again next year?

Anyway, I'm sitting on a bench in the grass around the Eiffel Tower right now and there's two girls watching me as if they'd have a chance. Suppose I should tell them I'm a married lad? Or should I let them dream? I reckon it'd rile you up if I didn't say anything so I'll stay silent. Who's jealous now aye?

Think I'll go to the bakery down the street after this. You've given me an awful craving with that dream of us in our house, dancing as your pies burn in the oven and my roast beef cooks to perfection. One of my bunk mates gets cookies sent to him from his mum. He likes to brag about it. Think ya could send me some oatmeal ones? Oughta show his mum who's boss.

I don't like raisins though. If there's raisins in my cookies I'll have no choice but to divorce you.

Until then, I hope you're staying warm. Niall told me he'd drop by sometime, check the heater and leave some firewood for you. I don't know if you'll need it but there's extra blankets in my closet as well. My nan knitted a nice green one for me a couple years ago. Spilled some tea on it once but it's awful nice. Feel free to use it. It'll keep ya warm at night. Not as warm as me of course, but it should suffice. If it doesn't you can go to the church and complain to my Nan's grave. Tell her Harry sent you and maybe she'll only hit you a few times.

Heard a rumor the other day that if things are still slow around here by December a few of us might be able to go home for a bit around the holidays. Don't get your hopes up too much but know I'm brown nosing the hell out of my sergeant for the next few weeks. It'd be nice to be able to hit you with a snowball. And it'd be nice to spend my first Christmas as a married man with my wife. I promise I'll keep updating you (only if you send me cookies). Don't tell my mum or sister, they'll try writing to my sergeant about sending me home and I don't need him knowing I'm a momma's boy.

I'll dream of you baking cookies tonight, tossing raisins into the trashcan just for me and I hope you dream of me sitting here, getting oggled by some Frenchies. Happy November love, enjoy this time in the twilight zone.

I'll be home soon Daisy, I promise

The Harry Styles x

~

Harry's week has gone by too slowly. Typically, roaming the streets of Paris or cleaning up around the base is enough to keep him from straying but not this week. Everything he does, everything he sees, everything he smells pushes his mind to Daisy. Mopping the kitchen floors reminds him of the day they worked together to clean her room. The trees remind him of how it felt to sit in the backyard with her, listening to her soft breaths as she worked on her blanket. The smell of the bakery, flour and cinnamon, remind him of her warmth and the cold air only makes him long for her even more. He doesn't think he's ever had such a terrible week, so he decides he'll push himself to do more next week. Initiative will definitely earn him a ticket home for Christmas, right?

He tries not to let himself get too discouraged as he collapses onto his cot, fingers clutching to the envelopes he received today as well as the medium sized box addressed to him. He's got a letter from his mother as well as Robin, but it's the one attached to the box that he goes for first.

Dear Harry,

French girls may have cute accents but can they make Robin's famous oatmeal cookies perfectly on their first try? I really hope not because then I've really got nothing going for me. Except for the fact that I've already got your last name of course.

I don't know how often you go see the Eiffel Tower but I'd appreciate a thorough description and rating of it from you please. I'd love to see the Eiffel Tower one day but I think I'd like to see the whole world too. Maybe your daughter will be a pilot and she can fly us all over the planet. If not, I'll have to divorce you myself. Assuming you haven't already divorced me by then. I think it would be funny if we divorced each other all the time. Then we could just keep getting married over and over again. I wouldn't mind it if you wore that suit you wore on our first wedding day. You looked really handsome. I was thinking of dragging Summer to town with me to get our wedding photo. If you're nice I'll send you one. If not, I'll save it for the holidays when you come home. I know you said not to get my hopes up but I also know you. You're a born leader Harry whether you like it not, and I'm positive you'll be allowed home.

I just realized something a bit funny. Home. Home used to be my parents house. The home I grew up in. Then I thought it’d be your house, the one I took over by planting flowers everywhere and actually cleaning. I don’t know what home is right now. I keep telling you to come home but what does that matter if I don’t even know where that is? Maybe I’m overthinking it. I hope you know your home Harry and I hope you’re able to come back to it.

Enjoy the cookies, I put extra extra raisins and love into them.

-Daisy o

Harry heart pounds, teeth biting at his bottom lip as he lays the letter down on his pillow and wiggles his finger under the seal on the box. Tearing it open, he fights back a smile at the smell of cookies that hits his nose. They’re not hot or anything, but they’re relatively fresh and wrapped up in a cute basket with green ribbon.

“What’d ya get Styles?” Pip, a bunk mate, asks from two cots over. Harry pulls the basket out, smirking at the other man.

“Gift from my girl,” he says proudly, chest puffing out “she’s a baker.” Pip chuckles at Harry’s sudden uplifted attitude, peeking at the cookies that do look quite delicious.

"Hope they're better than Frank's wife's." He makes a disgusted face and Harry laughs. Frank only shared his cookies once and they were bloody awful. He's never tried Daisy's baking but he's sure it's better. She's better than every other girl on the planet. How could her cookies not be better as well?

Harry tucks them safely into the little bedside table he has, glancing over her letter one more time because he loves her words before tucking it into the drawer that holds all his letters from her. He can't help but think of her claiming she knows him. If Daisy knew him as well as she thinks she does, then she'd know that his home isn't some silly house. And she'd know that he's her home. He's always been her home.

~

Time is supposed to heal. That's what Harry's always been told. The words first arose after his father died and he has blown them off for a long time. Until they rang true. Because one day Anne stopped crying, and people stopped leaving casseroles at the house, and Gemma started going on dates again, and Thomas showed up to chat with Harry more than he used to.

Time. Harry thinks he's pretty tolerant of time. He'd waited hours to speak to Daisy the first night he met her. He waited years to finally be more than the boy who almost killed her. And he's held onto two big secrets for all these years because he knows she'll need time before she can see him as someone she doesn't hate anymore. Years flew by so months should be a breeze. Right? Harry thinks so, but the two months away from Daisy are agonizing, and they're getting worse as days go by. Since when did November turn from 30 days to 300?

Extra training. Extra shifts. Extra work. Extra letters. Extra sleep. Yet nothing is helping to speed the process. He's gotten snippy (snippier than usual) to the point that he pissed off Frank for saying his wife's baking was "absolute shit" and he snapped at that red head girl in town for batting her eyelashes at him. There's a chance he told her she's skin to something the dog would drag in but he honestly can't bring himself to care at all. He just wants a moment with Daisy. Just one moment so he'll know that she's still is because sometimes he feels like he's been stuck at an army base his whole life and their marriage is all one big dream.

When the final day of November rolls around, Harry breathes a sigh of relief. He tells himself that he'll see her soon although he really doesn't know when soon will be.

He's hunched over a table in the cafeteria, hidden in the corner because he really doesn't want to talk to anyone, with his journal and mail sitting before him. He'd told his mum how hard the days were getting and she started sending letters more often, filling him in on random events and gatherings happening back home. He'd just gotten one yesterday talking about the neighbors starting a victory garden so he's a bit surprised to have another one so soon. Surprised, but grateful.

Dear Harry,

We've gotten more snow this week, enough for Niall to come over to shovel out the driveway for me. He stopped by your's and Daisy's home as well, insisting he help take care of "Harry's gals" as he put it. He's awful nice and I heard he's been checking in on Daisy often which is great.

I know you've really been missing her, and I hope this letter brings you comfort rather than heartache. Daisy is devastated without you. I do believe she's happy when she's at the bakery with Robin which I find simply wonderful, but there's multiple nights where she's shown up at my doorstep. She cries for you a lot, misses you more than I think you know. I think she sleeps better here. I always put her in your old bedroom and she's out like a light.

Please don't worry about her Harry. I'm glad she's come to me. She needs companionship and nurturing, both of which I can give. Know that she's safe and happy in your old room, and she's safe and happy with Robin. I know this may not be the happiest of news, but I want you to focus on the good part. Daisy misses you, and to miss you means she's gotten comfortable with you. She's cares about you Harry. I remember the days where I'd hear nothing but you bellyaching about her hating you. Think of how far you've come Harry, and use that happiness when things are tough.

We're all watching over Daisy and taking care of her. Now you take care of yourself, you've got a family waiting for you. I love you very much Harry, and I'm so proud of you.

-Mom

Harry's chest aches, bones collapsing with the image of his sweet Daisy dripping rain, crying in the middle of his mother's living room for him. He knows she's shy, and that she had a hard time being comfortable around his family. Not that he blames her. She was practically forced into the Styles family, so to know that she actually sought out Anne is heartbreaking. He's only ever seen cry a handful of times, all of them his doing, and the most dreadful time were her tears at their engagement party. She had looked so small and afraid, so desperate for safety that he genuinely hated himself at the time too. Because he did that to her. Well, not exactly, but he didn't fix the problem that was caused by his recklessness.

He can see that same look in her eyes. The one that came to mind when he was signing up for the army. Doe eyed, vulnerable, sweet, and innocent. Too precious for him to risk being hurt. He supposes he'd rather being crying over him than being crying over someone else's cruelty. At least if it's his fault he knows she's still safe. He'd never hurt her, not like the world would. Not like secrets between family members, and arranged marriages, and a German army would. No, he only teases her. It's his own stupid but relatively harmless way of getting back at her. She's been breaking his heart for years. He thinks it's fair that he gets to fluster her enough to tears sometimes.

But he never wanted her devastated and broken by his absence. Maybe he did his job too well. He somehow got her to be romantic with him after a decade of nothing but hatred. He cared for her, nurtured her, but then he had to leave, and that sheltered place he created for her left. He hopes she can find some sense of peace with his mother. Anne's always been the best mother anyone could ask for and Daisy could use that love right now.

Folding the letter back up, Harry decides he doesn't want to keep this one. While he feels appreciated and cared for because Daisy actually misses him, he doesn't want to have to be reminded of her teary eyes every time he comes across it. Harry's crumbling the letter up when another envelope is being thrown in front of him, smacking against the table top.

"What's this?" Harry asks gruffly, because the envelope is blank and thick so it couldn't have come in the mail. He looks up, heart jumping nervously when he's met with the eyes of his sergeant.

"Ticket home Styles," he says, lips quirking up under his thick mustache. "you've earned it. Taken on more work than necessary here. And I here you got a bird back home that doesn't want to spend Christmas alone."

Before Harry can say anything, sergeant is turning on his heel and heading towards the door. Harry stares in shock at the envelope, heart thumping in his ears. Pip had to have told sergeant about Daisy because that's the only guy Harry's ever talked to her about. After snapping at those French girls, he'd sat Harry down and told him to him everything. And he had. And now's he's got his ticket to Daisy. His ticket home.

[imastrangeone98]

Worship

(A/N: i had a loose dream about something like this happening, and I couldn't stop thinking about it, so here is my interpretation of that dream)

WARNING: DT smex, church smex, slight blasphemy kink; potential sacrilegious content

For some reason, I see dmc 1 dante for this, but I took dmc 4/5 style dt aesthetic

The Bible verses here are from the book of Song of Songs - but I edited them for flow purposes XD this book is basically old time erotica when I think about it- and to think that I was allowed to read this as a kid

Their appearance at the abandoned church in the ghost town of Impia was for the sole sake of research. According to Faith, the location of the dangerous holy weapon- the Arrectis Lux- could potentially be tracked within the crumbling walls of the old, musty building.

So there they were: a half-demon and a nephilim together in a dead establishment, with the radiant face of Jesus Christ smiling down at them from the multicolored window.

Something about it just made his inner demon itch to come out.

As she paged through an old book, Dante busied himself with checking his pistols, adjusting his new coat, tugging the collar of his new shirt, overall just avoiding looking at the way her ass perfectly filled out her jeans.

Mine, the voice whispered in his mind. She's mine.

His eyes lingered on the dusty, cracked cross on the ground, on Jesus' face in the glass.

And his lip curled.

Mine. Not yours.

Love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave.

"Alright!" he heard her call from the small table at the side. "I think I've got it."

Giving her nothing more than a noise of acknowledgement, he silently slunk out of the pew he was sitting on and made his way towards her.

He was convinced that Jesus' eyes were following him.

Good.

He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in the crook of her neck, pressing light kisses to her sweet smelling skin.

She giggled. "That tickles. What are you up to?"

He didn't reply; he just kept sucking small love marks onto her neck.

She let out a soft hum. "You seem to be in quite a mood, today."

The warm sunlight continued to shine through the worn window of Jesus, washing everything in fractured colors- as if He was monitoring them.

For a dead God, He sure does love to watch, doesn't He? his demon cackled. Why don't we give Him a show?

His cock stirred in his pants. His body hummed with want.

"...Dante?" Faith sounded suspicious. "What are you...?"

"Nothing, angel." But the way he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the altar at the front of the room probably didn't help explain things.

"Why are you feeling so...!"

He quickly shushed her with a kiss to her lips, and sharply began to rut against her. "Baby..." he moaned, nuzzling into her hair. "I need you."

She sighed. "Again? After this morning?"

"It's different. We got an audience, this time." He gave her a wicked smile- and his eyes flickered with demonic energy.

Faith frowned. "What audience?"

"Him." He pointed straight above them, right at the stained window.

Her eyes widened. "...Oh."

"Yup."

"Then... shouldn't we stop?"

"Nah." His grin revealed a sharp canine, which he gleefully dragged over her pulse. He relished in the shiver that traveled down her spine. "I want Him to see."

He pressed his clothed cock right against her core, just near her covered entrance. The faint, delectable smell of arousal permeated the air, tainted the sunlight, electrified their blood.

"Indulge me?" Dante whispered, gazing deep into her golden eyes, their lips so close he could taste her breath.

You have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes.

And to his delight, she yielded, leaning forward just enough to kiss him. Her hands buried themselves in his hair, tugging hard at the silvery locks.

That's it, he thought, dazed with pleasure. Choose me.

She smiled at him when she pulled away. "Always."

Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.

His face was buried in her now exposed pussy, delving further and further into her delicious body, hungrily slurping up every last drop of slick he could wring out of her.

And she moaned, her voice dripping with honey, her hands working magic in his hair- pushing him down when he didn't worship her enough to her liking, or pulling him up so he could turn his full attention back to her.

As his tongue traced circles around her clit, he couldn't help but think darkly: He's too busy being dead to make you feel good like I do.

I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.

His heavy, naked body pinned her small one to the top of the altar, her legs helplessly spread as he sheathed himself, inch by excruciating inch, into her tight heat. Bottoming out, they moaned in unison- their voices filling the chamber.

An unholy holy union.

But then he began to thrust.

It was almost unbearable, how tight she was, how hot she was. Each push and pull of his cock inside her made him see stars. One of her legs had found purchase around his waist, making sure he pushed harder, hit deeper, gave her everything he had and then some.

His bare chest gleamed with sweat. Every vein in his body flowed with fire.

"He'd never love you like this," Dante grunted, angling his cock so it hit her sweet spot.

"N- no!" she wailed, clinging to his wrists. "No, He wouldn't!"

"He'd never fuck you like this!"

"No! Oh... only you! Only you!" Faith's beautiful eyes looked up at him with so much love and adoration; it made his knees weak.

It made his demon growl.

"That's right," he purred, tasting salt and lust on her tongue when he kissed her. "Only me."

"Yes!" Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her hips canted upwards just so, allowing him to sink in deeper inside her, letting the sweet rhythm of his hips pick up in tempo and heat.

Shit.

"Tell me who I am," he moaned into her ear, lacing his fingers with her own and fucking her with increasing ferocity. The squelch of their bodies meeting grew louder; he felt something wet splash against his abdomen.

"You're..." Her body jolted with the change of pace. A gasp forced itself out of her throat. "You're mine."

"And...?"

A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. Dante's inner demon howled inside him, demanding to be released.

Just a little more. Just... a little... more!

She licked the curve of his jaw, gently biting into his soft skin. And like magic, she whispered to him just what he needed to hear.

"You're my demon."

A guttural snarl escaped his chest. His fingertips sharpened into pitch black claws. His stunning blue eyes shifted into blood red slits.

"That's right." He sneered, evil desire glinting on his fangs. "A demon."

In a brilliant flash of light, his body transformed: fire-red scales covered every inch of his skin, large wings unfurled and sent a blast of hot air around them, and his demon heart pulsed with gold light- the symbol of his bond with his mate.

But most importantly... his cock had changed as well. Larger and thicker; it made a bigger bulge in Faith's stomach that he couldn't look away from. With trembling hands, she pressed against it, making him grumble and give a sharp nip to her jaw. A warning.

"Mate..." the half-angel cooed, leaning up to stroke his leathery cheek. "My love."

"Not God?" he insisted, his voice sending tremors rushing through her shaking body.

"No," she gasped with a roll of her hips, allowing his ridged cock to delve further into her cunt. "You."

His eyes narrowed. "Good." Taking care to not pierce through her skin, Dante grabbed the back of her knees and practically folded her in half, before slowly rocking back and forth inside her.

Had it not been for his sheer stubbornness, he would have cum right then and there. The ridges on his dick rubbed perfectly against her walls, creating such delicious friction that it made them both drool. Her insides pulled him in deeper into its depths and clung to him, unwilling to release him when he pulled out, and greedy when he pushed back in.

...She was perfect. From her messy black hair that fanned around her head, to her beautiful body that took him so well: Faith was flawless.

Slick gushed out of her hole, leaking around his cock, and he couldn't resist the temptation to lean down and allow his long, forked tongue to lap up her juices. His chest rumbled as he savored her taste- sweeter than any fruit.

But it must have been too much, because soon, she began to wail. Her body glowed a soft gold, and runes began to float around her.

She was transforming.

Instantly, he leaned down and nipped at her neck, groaning at the slight burning sensation on his tongue.

His eyes, once again, latched onto the smiling face of Jesus.

"I'm your God," he growled out, tracing his claws over her glowing belly.

"Amen."

As he continued to pound away inside her wet hole, her wings emerged from behind, fluttering with the force of his thrusts. His own wings tilted downwards just slightly, until feathers met scales in a strange kiss.

He pressed against her, and their bodies hissed at the opposing synergy between them. Taking advantage of the position, he pushed right against her sweet spot, borderline abusing it with how forcefully he grinded against her, moving his hips in small circles to stimulate every sensitive button she had.

"Tell me you love me," he demanded, his fangs grazing the column of her throat.

"I love you!" she cried, clinging to him. The mating mark on her neck glowed a deep red. "I love only you!"

"Tell me you'll worship me!"

"With everything I am! Everything I have!"

"Everything you have?" he repeated, feeling his release rapidly approaching.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yesyesyes-"

"Then cum!" He pressed his fingers against her sensitive bundle and waited.

And Faith surrendered, giving the demon above her every last gasp, tremble, and moan of pleasure she could possibly offer.

And with a roar that could shatter glass, Dante came, fucking every drop of cum that he could fit inside her soaked cunt.

It felt like hours before he finally finished. His cock twitched slightly as it gave up the last few drops of molten seed into her overstuffed hole.

Slowly, the liquid lust that fueled the two lovers began to fade away, leaving only a soft, pleasant ache behind. Their bodies returned to their human forms, and he wasted no time in peppering her face with kisses, caressing the skin of her thighs, licking over the small wounds he inflicted.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine.

"I love you," Faith murmured, kissing his cheeks, jaw, lips, and staring at him with so much love that it made his heart soar.

"Love you too," Dante replied, hoping and praying that she could feel the overwhelming passion he had for her multiple times over.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw shards of glass littered on the floor. The sunlight that bathed the two wasn't filtered in the slightest.

And unbeknownst to them, small trickles of their combined slick leaked out of her hole, smearing their thighs, before dribbling onto the old marble of the altar.

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A/N: now that I think about it, I think my dream went a little differently than this XD I think I'll make a sequel to this later on

I have never done anything like this before, and it kinda shows

[bleedinghearthalstead]

SWAT!Jay / Upstead AU

A/N: Part 9! SWAT!AU version of 7x19 Buried Secrets. Crossposted on AO3, link on my blog.

"D-21 Squad, advise 3rd District commander, I need every available patrolman and SWAT. We got a hostage barricade situation."

"Sarge, we got something," Hailey announces when she opens the door of the interrogation room where Hank is questioning Wade Henslow. She waits for her superior to step out before she continues, "Patrol drove by Dylan Stevens' last known. The silver Isuzu from the kidnapping is parked right outside."

"Good." Hank nods. "Tell them to hold tight, we're on our way."

"You got it."

The Intelligence unit gears up and drives to the South Side in three cars, parking down the road of the LKA. Kevin grabs the ram and they walk up the street in a single file, guns ready. Before they can even get to the gate, they hear glass breaking above them and a gun firing. The team ducks behind the brick fence in front of the house.

Hailey immediately gets on the radio. "10-1, 10-1. Shots fired at the police and we're pinned down at 51 Whitecrest. I repeat, 51 Whitecrest."

They hear Gary Stevens yelling at them that he has Charlotte Henslow. "Make any move to come inside and I will kill her!"

Hank calls it in. "D-21 Squad, advise 3rd District commander, I need every available patrolman and SWAT. We got a hostage barricade situation."

With the first patrol cars arriving only a few minutes after Hank's call, Hank and Hailey take charge of the scene, having the patrol officers block off the street and evacuate the surrounding houses on the block. Kim and Vanessa are setting up a mobile headquarters in the church across the street of the house that Stevens is holed up in and Adam and Kevin are taking cover behind one of the patrol cars, observing the house with their guns drawn.

Hailey knows Jay is on duty so she watches in anticipation as a SWAT truck pulls up not even half an hour later and the squad disembarks, first the SWAT team leader followed by his operators. She walks up to stand next to Hank and they wait for the team leader and two of his men to come up to them.

"Hicks." Hank shakes the team leader's hand. "Good to see you. We've got one hostage taker, name's Gary Stevens, white male, 55 years old. The hostage is Charlotte Henslow, white female, 21 years old. They're in the house over there, barricaded on the second floor where the broken window is."

"His position's looking down on the only entrance and we can't breach," Hailey adds and looks straight at Jay, who is standing next to his team leader.

Hicks also turns to his sniper. "Get Sam, get an elevated position and get me a clean shot."

"Yessir." Jay nods. He gives Hailey a wink and a small smile before he walks away, waving at Sam who is standing by the SWAT truck. Jay and his spotter look around the area for only a few moments before Jay gives Sam a hand signal and they disappear into the church.

The team leader then turns back to Hank. "You establish contact yet?"

Before Hank can answer, Kim comes up to them, holding out a phone to her sergeant. "We got a cell phone number for Gary Stevens, line's open."

"Good." Hank takes the phone. Hicks and his second-in-command Trey, their negotiator, give each other a look, but they've worked with Hank Voight often enough that they know things run a little differently when Intelligence is involved. The team leader tells Trey to stay with Hank and motions at Hailey to walk back to the SWAT truck with him.

Hicks stops where the rest of the SWAT team is waiting. "Detective Upton, my breach team will be following your lead."

"Copy that." Hailey and the breach team nod at each other. She's come to know Jay's team quite well over the years and she trusts them to have her back just as much as they trust her to call the shots. The four-man breach team gathers their shields and M4s and she leads them to where Adam and Kevin are waiting while Hicks walks back to Hank.

Settled in their position, Mitch sidles up to her and nudges her shoulder. "Hey, so what's the guy's deal?"

Hailey bemusedly looks at the huge form of the breacher crouched behind the car, the vehicle barely giving him enough cover. She shrugs at his question. "Stevens thinks that the girl's father had something to do with his son's disappearance and we think this is some sort of revenge act."

They listen to Hank talk to Stevens over the radio. "Now, Wade Henslow said you demanded two million dollars."

"He's a liar," they hear Stevens say, "I never said I wanted money." He angrily demands that Wade Henslow is brought here to tell him what he did to his son or he'll kill the other man's daughter. They have one hour.

Hank grimaces and orders Adam to get Henslow from the district. "Drag his ass here now."

In the meantime, the sniper team has set up in the church. They had no choice but to break the church window (please send reimbursement requests to the CPD) and Jay's sniper rifle rests on its bipod on a cupboard. Jay is in a standing position behind the rifle and Sam is next to him looking through his spotter's scope. The position isn't ideal since Jay will have to shoot with an upward angle, but it's the best they can do as it's the only place with a direct view of the window Stevens was shooting from earlier. Their headsets crackle and it's their team leader. "Halstead, you got a visual?"

"I'm locked on the window. No target."

The radio crackles again. "We're waiting for Wade Henslow, the girl's father, but if you get a shot, you take it."

"Roger that." Jay's eyes stay trained on the other house, but the curtains are drawn. There's no way he can take a clean shot this way. He glances at Sam out of the corner of his eye. "You got something, buddy?"

Sam keeps looking through his scope and sighs. "Nah, I got nothing. Gotta wait till he moves towards the window."

Jay nods and lets out a deep breath. Time to get comfortable and wait. It's nothing new really. As a sniper, he is used to waiting on target, waiting for the right moment to shoot. Sam is silent beside him and they're both getting into the zone. Breathing in through the nose, breathing out through the open mouth. Trey keeps the line open and they can hear everything that is being said where he is standing next to Intelligence's sergeant – Henslow's just arrived, Hank is questioning Henslow's story, Henslow is denying his involvement in Dylan Stevens' disappearance, Stevens calling in, Henslow and Stevens arguing –, but it's all just background noise to them.

Jay moves his finger to the trigger as soon as he sees the curtains move and Charlotte Henslow appears at the window, duct tape over her mouth and her hands tied, gun to her head. When Stevens starts his countdown, Jay's world grows smaller and smaller and quieter and quieter until all of his focus is concentrated within the circle he can see through his scope. From somewhere, like it's very far away, he hears Hank yell, "Upton, go now!", but that's not important right now. All he hears is seven, six, five, four… he breathes out, three, waits for another heartbeat, two, and squeezes the trigger. The shot echoes through the street.

"Everybody stand down!" Voight yells. "Was that Halstead?"

Jay presses the button on his radio. "I got a partial. I took the only shot I had."

As soon as she hears her sergeant bark at them to breach now, Hailey, Adam, Kevin and the SWAT team move across the street towards the house. Mitch picks up the ram they abandoned earlier and reaches the door first. He looks at Hailey, who will be first through the door, followed by her team mates. Hailey nods at him. "Hit it."

The door frame splinters under the force of Mitch's entry and the door slams against the wall, the whole place rattling. The Intelligence team moves straight for the staircase and Kevin tells the SWAT guys to hold on the ground floor. The place is very quiet and they briefly wonder if Jay has already finished the job, even if he didn't have a clean shot.

Hailey and Adam start clearing the second floor until they reach the last room. She signals at Adam to hold as she slowly peeks her head in only to quickly pull back when she sees Stevens standing in the back corner, holding his gun against Charlotte's head, the girl standing in front of him as a shield. "Take one more step and I will kill her!"

"No, you will not, Gary," Hailey calls into the room. "There's another way out of this, alright? Just keep calm." She turns to Adam and whispers at him, "Keep everybody back, okay?" Adam nods at her. "Everybody's gonna stay back, but I gotta come in there so I can see that Charlotte's okay, you understand?"

"Stay out!" Stevens yells.

Once again, she slowly peeks into the room, this time also holding up her hand and pushing the door open with it. "My name is Detective Upton. I'm gonna move in, alright?" She keeps her right hand up and although she's not pointing it at Stevens, she's still holding onto her gun.

"Put the gun down!"

She raises an eyebrow at the offender. "I don't put my gun down until you put your gun down."

Stevens is desperate. "I need to find my son!"

"I know you do." Hailey tries to calm him down, moving closer. "You're a good father, you love your son. And we're here to help you find Dylan, alright? But you gotta put the gun down."

"Not until I find answers!" By now, both Charlotte and Stevens are crying, the girls cries muffled by the duct tape over her mouth. Stevens' hand that is holding the gun is shaking.

"Gary," the blonde detective quietly says, "you're not gonna hurt an innocent girl, are you? She's got nothing to do with this, she's done nothing to you. She's just a kid like Dylan, right?" Hailey takes another half-step closer and lowers her gun when Stevens moves the muzzle of his gun an inch away from Charlotte's head.

"Stay back!" Stevens screams.

"Okay, okay." She takes a couple of steps back, holding up her hands.

"You good, Hailey?" Adam calls from the hallway.

"We're good," she calls back. She turns to Stevens. "We're going to find your son, okay?"

The man is getting more frantic by the second, Hailey can see it in his eyes. "If this is some kind of trick, I'll kill her!" The gun is again firmly pressed against Charlotte's temple.

Hailey moves closer again, even slower than before. "Listen, I promise we're going to find Dylan, but you need to let Charlotte go."

"No!" Stevens is holding onto the gun so tightly his knuckles are turning white. "You get out until you find my son!"

"You know I can't do that," Hailey calmly says, but her voice also suggests that she's not going to budge.

"Now!" The man snarls. He raises the gun at Hailey, but before he can fully stretch out his arm or Hailey can raise her own gun at him, a shot rings out and Stevens' hand explodes in a red burst, the gun flying through the air. He screams in agonizing pain and lets go of the girl.

Hailey dives over Charlotte, who has dropped to the floor, and tackles Stevens against the wall. Adam and Kevin have already come running into the room and together they press the older man onto the floor, wrestling his arms behind his back. Hailey can only stare at the bloody mess that is Stevens' left hand, a bullet hole in the center of his palm. She lets the guys cuff him and hurries over to the weeping girl, cradling her in her arms.

"You're alright now," she whispers, gently removing the duct tape and the girl sobs loudly. Hailey then calls down the hallway. "Mitch, a little help here!" She hears loud thumping steps run up the stairs and when the breacher comes into view, she motions at him to help her get the girl up and out of the house. The big guy gets out a knife and cuts through the zip ties around her hands, then carefully picks her up and carries her downstairs and to the waiting ambulance while Hailey follows behind them. She looks over her shoulder to see Kevin and Adam dragging Stevens between them. The man's screams have quieted to distressed whimpers and cries about Henslow killing his son and she can hear Adam tell him that they're going to find Dylan.

Hailey watches from a distance as both hostage and captor are taken to the paramedics while Wade Henslow is taken away by a couple of patrol officers, probably on Hank's orders for further questioning. She startles when a hand lands on her shoulder. "You alright?"

She looks into the concerned eyes of her husband and nods. "Yeah, I'm good."

"You sure?" Jay's hand moves to her face and his thumb rubs over her cheek.

Hailey vaguely remembers having felt some blood splatter on her face. "It's not mine. I'm okay." She gives Jay a small smile. "Thanks to you."

Her husband smugly smiles back at her. "I could see the shadow of his arm through the stained glass."

"So you took a lucky shot, huh?" She raises an eyebrow at him.

He shrugs at her. "I got him, didn't I?"

Hailey can only shake her head at his confidence, but she does know that she's lucky that her husband is so good at his job. Before she can give him a retort, Mitch comes jogging up to them. "Hicks said we're moving out in five."

Jay nods at his team mate and leans down to give Hailey a quick peck on the lips. "I'll see you later, babe."

As she watches the SWAT team pack up their gear and drive off, she rolls her eyes. Typical for them to just leave while they have to stick around and tidy up the scene.

* * * * *

The Intelligence and SWAT teams meet up at Molly's that night, minus their team leaders. The big group is huddled around a couple of tables that they pushed together against Herrmann's will and Hailey watches in amusement as the teams are loudly joking and laughing – they're the loudest bunch in the bar. It's the first time the two teams are hanging out with each other outside of work and already knowing the SWAT team, Hailey is not surprised that the teams mesh well. They're all considered members of elite units and they all have big egos to boast, but both Hailey and Jay consider their teams family and those families share a lot of the same values.

Since they're the only ones who know both groups, Hailey and Jay are wisely staying quiet, watching the mayhem from the sidelines. There's not enough chairs for everyone so Hailey is sitting in Jay's lap, his arms wrapped around her waist. She is sitting sideways with one arm slung around his neck. It's nice to end the day surrounded by people who they trust with their lives.

Later on they get to talking about the day's case and how they all understood Stevens' motivation to find his son. Trey says that he'd do the same or even worse for his kids and Kevin adds that he'd be the same with his younger siblings. Adam solemnly says that he would do anything for the kids he might have in the future and Hailey watches as Kim subtly puts her hand on his knee.

"Hey." Sam nudges Jay. "When are you and Hailey gonna have kids?"

Jay chokes on his beer and Hailey laughs, patting her husband on the back while he coughs. "The fuck, man?" he croaks out.

"You've been married for like two and a half years now, don't you want little Upsteads running around?" While the SWAT team snorts at Sam using the ship name they gave them, the whole group is collectively holding back their laughs and looking at Hailey and Jay with wide eyes as they are still waiting for the couple's reaction.

Jay looks at Hailey who quirks an eyebrow at him, then turns to the group. "Listen, ah, uhm-" he stammers.

His wife giggles at him and strokes his cheek in a calming manner. She shyly looks around the group. "It's still early and I didn't want to say anything yet-"

"WHAT!?" Kim and Sam exclaim at the same time, the others having similar albeit a little quieter reactions. They start talking over each other, giving the couple their best wishes, Kim and Mitch are tearing up, Sam and Adam start arguing about who gets to be the godfather, Kevin and Vanessa are yelling at Herrmann to get them a bottle of champagne.

Trey is staring at them with an unreadable expression. He squints his eyes at them and then groans. "You two are dicks." Jay laughs out loud and Hailey hides her laugh behind her hands.

"Wait, what?" The rest of the group is quieting down and looking at each other in confusion.

"For an elite group of police officers…" Hailey shakes her head. "You did see me drink a couple of beers and all the shots that Kevin and Sam ordered, right?"

"So you're not pregnant?" Kim pouts.

"No." Jay pulls a still giggling Hailey down to kiss her, then winks at Kim. "But we're working on it."

[renee-writer]

Songs of An Outlander Chapter 15 Three Kings

“What do you have to say?” King Louis asks after a moment of silence. “We have some decisions to make. Your soldiers,” turning to George, “ and your son,” turning to James, “ are causing chaos and misery in my Kingdom. But I need to know what you wish done?”

“It is your kingdom, as you have said. I have never given orders, nor will I condone such behavior. You may do with them as you will.” King George replies.

“I agree. He is my son. His ambitions are higher then my own. He wishes me restored but,” he turns to his cousin, King George, “I do not seek the throne of England. I have lived in Italy most of my life. The Pope and I are grand mates. I just wish a peaceful life. “ He turns back to Louis. “I ask to see him before you do as you wish to him.”

“You shall. “

“I would also like to meet the Fraser’s.”

“It will be done.”

“Cousin, are you serious about not seeking the throne?”

“I am.”

“Do you think the Pope will be wiling to sent Henry to Scotland as a cardinal? A good will gesture.”

“I cannot speak for His Excellency but I can ask.”

“Wonderful. With your younger son in Scotland, serving the church, and Charles under control, I believe I can bring you back to Scotland to live, if that be your desire?”

“I would be honored to return. I thank you. I just seek to live in peace.”

“Then you shall.”

“This went so much better then I ever imagined. You two will see your subjects, and your son, tomorrow, including The Duke of Sandringham, justice will be done. I will arrange a tea with the Fraser's. In the meantime, I have a secure carriage to transport you to Luxembourg Castle.”

When the two kings departed, he sent for his spy, Raymond. “Have the miscreants picked up, along with Duke of Sandringham, and Prince Charlie. Have them jailed at Luxembourg. Also send a note to the Fraser’s requesting their presence for tea.”

“It will be done.”

“The two Lieutenants were found at a local brothel, in the presence of another dead prostitute. The Duke of Sanderhiam as well as the Duke of Bourbon, are found with the Prince. They are all three arrested.

“My love, we have an invitation to join King Louis for tea. This evening.” Jamie tells her.

“How extraordinary.”

“Aye. I would prefer to leave Fergus here under the care and guard of Murtagh and Mary.”

“I agree.” They tell Brian and get dressed for tea.

“Laird and Master Fraser and Lady Beauchamp. Thank you for joining us.” Us, to their surprise, includes HRH's George of England and James of Scotland. They quickly bow and curtsy before them.

“It is an honor, sires.” Brian speaks for them all.

“Laird Fraser, I am also honored to meet you. Master James, I certainly see what all the fuss is about. Lady Beauchamp, you are a true beauty, isn't she James?” They are shocked to hear King George speak so to King James.

“That she is. James, you must keep a good eye on her.”

“Aye sire, I shall.”

“Come, let’s all have a seat.” King Louis invites. They do and King George turns to Brian.

“I was shocked to hear of two soldiers under my charge behaving in such a horrid manner. I apologize for the trouble they have caused your family. I promise it will not happen again.”

“Oui'. Speaking of, shall we start the entertainment part of todays gathering.” He rings a bell and Randall and Grey are brought in, battered and bloody. King George stands.

“How dare you commit such crimes under my name and service!”

Randall has the nerve to sneer. “They were but mere Scots and prostitutes.”

“Mere Scots like Laird and Master Fraser here. Ladies, whatever their employ, like Lady Beauchamp. You are disgusting.”

“I hear tell of some of the same activity, John and I engage in, being done within your court, sire.” He knows the man refers to the sodomy, but as the chaps involved are breaking no other laws.”

“They do not rape and murder under my name. As you have committed these crimes in King Louis’ kingdom, he will decide your punishment.”

“Please sire'. Mercy!” Grey was less proud and much more contrite then his lover.

“Did any of your victims beg for such. King Louis, you may do with them as you will.”

“Thank you King George. Take them away. They will be beheaded in the morrow.” He waves them away. They are dragged away, fighting. Next Prince Charlie and the gagged Duke of Sandringham are brought in. The jailers had heard enough of his boasting.

King James stands. “Son, did I ask you to do any of this?”

“Father, it is for you and God. He wishes to see a Catholic back on England’s throne.”

“You now speak for me and God. Such arrogance. Your grandfather lost his life in that persuade. I chose peace and you still wish war. The Stuart dynasty is over. I have accepted this. Found a home in Italy and now, thanks to my cousin, will be able to return to Scotland.”

Claire, sitting between Jamie and Brian, gasps softly at this. She is seeing history be changed in front of her eyes.

“How can you accept such an offer father?”

“I am a realist. I just want to return to my country in peace. I love you Charlie but you don't have my support in this. As for you, duke. We know you are playing both sides. Were you planning on killing my son once you had used him? As your crimes and treason were commited here in France, King Louis will decide your fate. Both of yours.” He turns his back as King Louis announces their sentence.

“You, Charles have the nerve to fight for a rebellion on my land. A rebellion not championed by your father. And you, a Duke, using your title and his naivety to make a profit off of war, it is not to go unpunished. I will have your heads.” They are also lead away.

“Now that the unpleasantness is passed, shall we dine.”

“Laird Fraser, I hear you have some charges over your head.” King George asks as the eat.

“Aye sire. My son and I both. We are neither the traitors we have been made out to be. I just wish to take my son, new grandson, and future daughter-in-law, back to Scotland. As King James seeks, we too just wish to live in peace.”

“Then you shall. I will have papers drawn up seeing to your full pardons. I just ask that you help my cousin with whatever he needs.”

“Aye, of course. Thank you your Highness.”

“Future daughter-in-law. Master James, why have you not yet made her your wife?” King James inquires.

“Well sire, there has been quite a lot happening.” They all laugh.

“King Louis, is there a priest about.”

“Oui'. I always have one in the castle.”

“Excellent. I think a wedding is just what isneeded. Let's see these two properly joined. We will sent for your son, Lady Beauchamp and any other family and friends.”

“We~ ah are not dressed for a wedding.” An overwhelmed Claire says.

“We can see to that.” King Louis answers. She looks to Jamie with a smile. Her prince had come.

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Gateway Drug | Part Eight

Part Seven

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A year and a half flew by like the speed of light, and things were starting to come together for every one of us. 

I put school on hold, which Nikki didn't like because he felt it was his fault, even though he was aware I would've put school on hold anyway for Tommy. I didn't even have to tell my parents I was dating Nikki because as soon as mom found withdraw forms from Julliard in the mail, she called me dishonest, accused me of disobeying my parents, and threw me out as soon as I let her know I found somewhere else to stay. I figured she would find out about us eventually, anyway, so there was no reason for me to go out of my way to tell her why I was putting school off. After that happened, I left my house and was living with Nikki once everyone saved up enough money to move out of the crappy apartment. To Vince and Tommy we were just room mates. We knew Mick didn't fall for it because, like Tansy, he also just knew things but he never mentioned a word of it Tommy or Vince, or even confirmed to either me or Nikki that he knew what was really going on. He minded his business, like he always did.

Tansy and her mom had moved out to New York the summer after we graduated because she had been approached for a contract with some modeling agency out there and they were paying for a nice apartment for them to stay in. I was proud of her because she had always wanted to model, however, I was skeptical. She was 5'3" and back then, you had no chance of hitting a runway if you were too short. So Editorials were her only option, but I knew she would be just as happy posing in Vogue as she would be walking down a catwalk.

So with the new album, Tansy modeling, everyone moving out of the hell-hole apartment and Nikki and I managing to make it over a year tolerating each other in a relationship, everything was falling in to place. And it was only getting better.

"'Jesus is Satan?' I raise a brow as I ask, seeing Nikki and Vince smiling and laughing while explaining why one of their sound engineers fled their recording session.

"It's only backtracking, it's not like we're throwing it out there. You gotta look for it." Vince explains.

"Aren't you two just every church girl's dream?" I ask sarcastically.

"Maybe you should start cleansing my soul before I come inside the apartment. It might help exorcise whatever demon you're convinced has possessed me." He says it genuinely, but I know he's full of it from the smirk he gives me. I'm tempted to threaten to close my legs anytime he wants any, but Vince is here and he'd tell Tommy if he knew about us, so I save the threat for later, narrowing my eyes at Nikki.

"Ohh, if looks could kill you'd be a dead man." Vince hits Nikki's arm as Nikki takes a swig of his Jack.

"Whatever, I'm taking a nap." I tell them, stepping to the guest bedroom which is supposed to be my room.

"You just woke up a couple hours ago," Nikki argues.

"I don't feel good." I reply, honestly, the budding feeling of nausea resting in the pit of my stomach.

Vince leans over to Nikki, whispering something in to his ear and Nikki shakes his head, grinning.

"No, not for another week." He says to Vince, the two smiling innocently at me and I ignore them and shut the door of the bedroom, crawling in to the bed.

After a few minutes of laying on my stomach, the nausea subsides and I'm able to go back to sleep for an hour and a half before the door of the bedroom door creaks open. I already know it's Nikki coming to harass me, and the feeling of his lips touching the bare skin between my shoulder blades that's been left exposed by the tank top I'm in, just confirms it.

Another kiss is pressed to the back of my shoulder, then to my cheek and I turn over to face him, enjoying the feeling of him over me.

"I gotta go to the studio." He tells me. "I'll see you later."

"Alright." I nod, sighing as he leans down to press his lips to mine for a second, before going to leave. It's not enough for me, though, and I'm scrambling to the foot of the bed to catch his wrist in my hand and pull him back to me, reminding him some two second peck on the lips is basically an insult to me, and usually is an insult to him unless it's to avoid being late to get on stage or going to the studio.

He chuckles at my desperate effort and pulls himself closer to me by my hips as our lips, tongues and teeth meet. Before I can reach for his belt buckle, he's groaning a little and putting his hands on my arms to push me away a slightly.

"I gotta go, Viv." He breathes out with a wide smile, brushing a few strands of red hair from my face. "We can fool around when I get back." He assures me.

"You'll be wasted when you get back." I argue.

"I won't drink that much." He presses a last kiss to my cheek, patting my hip before he leaves.

One of the many things to know about Motley Crue: "we won't drink that much" = "we'll try not to drink that much...but we will drink that much, and then some, and not remember any of it". Same rule applies to drugs and sex.

He gets back twelve hours later at four in the morning, swinging the front door open and stumbling back in to it with his hand still gripping the door knob to keep him from face planting. I look up from my bible to see him do this, and set it aside to go help him.

"Hey, Viv," He greets me with a slur and I give a sympathetic smile. "I think I drank that much."

"I kind of knew you would." I reply, helping him keep his balance as he steps to our bedroom. He plops down on the edge of the bed, tugging his boots off, nearly falling off the bed as he throws them across the room.

"C'mere." He says to me while I'm standing against the door frame with my arms crossed, watching him.

I do as he says, his hands grabbing at me at pulling me to straddle him.

"You smell like a bar," I tell him, laughing as he nips and licks at my neck.

"You smell good." He replies dopily and I rest on of my hands at the back of is neck, my fingers lacing through his hair.

"It's called a shower," I say. "You should try one some time."

"Fuck you." He falls back on the bed, his arms splayed out beside his head as he closes his eyes. "You know somethin'?" He asks me and I lean forward, my body against his as I rest my elbows on his chest.

"What?"

"I wanna fuckin' tell people we're together." His words surprise me a little.

"If we do that, Tommy will find out. And he will kill you."

"If he wants to kick my ass for fuckin' his hot friend, then fine, because I'm tired of lying and telling them we're 'room mates'." He explains sloppily. "Room mates don't sleep in the same bed naked and suck each others dicks in the shower."

My brows furrow at "dicks" and even drunk, he realizes his error.

"That's not right." He complains, rubbing his tired eyes.

"I don't have a penis, Nikki." I remind him and he gawks.

"I hope not cause I've been seein' pussy anytime I look down there." He says, looking directly at me with wide eyes and I have to try my hardest not to start cackling.

"You need to go to sleep." I move off of him, gently tugging at his hand to get him to move to his side of the bed.

"I got it." He waves me off, dragging himself to his spot, not bothering with the covers before laying down.

He's asleep within a couple minutes and I exhale, getting on my side of the bed before cutting the lamp on my bedside table out and going to sleep.

The next few days are spent scrambling to put together decent Christmas plans, which include picking Tansy up from the airport after she calls and gives us a heads up she's coming to visit.

"What do you mean you won't have time, Vince?" I snap, smearing icing on a cake. "You've had since January of this year to save December 23!"

"Beth doesn't wanna come." He finally says after minutes of going back and forth over the phone about why he can't come to dinner tonight.

"Then leave Beth at home! We all agreed last year to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas together every year."

"If Beth doesn't want to come, I can't come." He explains as Nikki and Mick come in with the beer and more Vodka and Jack.

"Well, no one told you to marry the uppity bitch, Vince." I state rudely, Nikki raising his brows at my language.

"Look, I love you, but I can't make it. I'm sorry, I promise I'll make it up to you." He sighs out and I stay silent for a second.

"Did I mention it's also my birthday today? Are you really gonna ditch me, you're favorite red head, on my birthday?" I ask him, in a tone that hopefully sends him on a guilt trip. He doesn't answer me for a good two minutes before groaning.

"You are fuckin’ killing me, Viv." He tells me and I smile, knowing I'm getting my way. "Fine. I'll be there."

"Thank you, Vince." I say before he hangs up. "He is way too easy." Just as I finish saying it, Nikki's digging his finger into the tub of icing and smearing it down my face.

"Nikki!" I scold loudly, grabbing a paper towel to wipe it off my face but before I can, his tongue sweeps across my cheek and I scrunch my face up, not able to hold back the laughter in my throat as he licks the mess off my face, finally giving me a paper towel when he's done. "Beth wasn't gonna let Vince come tonight."

"Oh, no. How awful." Mick pipes sarcastically.

"First of all, it's my birthday. Second of all, it's tradition." I point out o him.

"Not really. We only spent celebrated your birthday and Christmas in one night last year because we were too broke for two different occasions." Nikki says, opening a beer and I give him a look, causing him to pause, look at me, look at Mick, then back to me, and say: "That fucking bitch was about break our tradition."

"Smooth." Mick mumbles to him.

"I need someone here who actually cares about sentiment. Where's Tommy?" I ask, continuing to glop and spread icing on the cake I've just made.

"Tommy's getting Tansy." Nikki tells me. "Like you told him to do, then Tansy's gonna grab all the stuff you'll need to make dinner. It will be fine. Calm down."

"I'm calm." I argue in a not-so-calm tone.

"Yeah, I'm gonna get started on this so I can endure your bitching all day." He opens the bottle of Jack and takes a big gulp.

"Then you'll be drunk tonight and you can't be drunk tonight." I take the bottle out of his hand.

"Then I'll get stoned." He states, stepping to our bedroom. After a moment, he's coming back in to the kitchen, seeming to be pissed off. "Where the fuck is my--"

"I hid it." I say without hesitation, looking over my shoulder at his expression. "It's my birthday."

"I haven't spent one night sober since I can remember. You're not changing that all because it's your fucking birthday. Give me my stuff back, Saint Vivian."

"Mick, tell the Devil's Spawn to 'man up' because one night sober will not kill him."

"Mick doesn't get a say in it because you're still letting him drink!" Nikki exclaims, motioning to the silent man on the couch who's nursing from his vodka.

"Mick has special privileges because he's the most responsible one out of you four any other time of the year." I finally finish icing the cake, turning to face Nikki, who's staring at me.

"Mick's fuckin' stayin' outta this fight and every fight after it." Mick states, leaving no room for discussion.

"We're not fighting." I insist. "We're having a slight disagreement."

"Which will be resolved the second Mother Mary gives me back my freedom." Nikki says.

"Since when does alcohol and psychoactive drugs have anything to do with freedom?"

"Since I was able to do them freely until I started having to put up with you." He argues.

"Put up with me? You say that like you just tolerate me." I cross my arms.

"Anytime I do something you don't think is good enough for you, you give me this look like I just shot a puppy. I can't breathe the wrong way without you looking down on me."

"Probably because when you 'breathe the wrong way', you're actually breathing wrong, do to all the depressants and stimulants you load into your body simultaneously!" I outburst. "I don't look at you that way because I'm judging you, I look at you that way because I'm hoping you won't over do it and croak over, so forgive me for not wanting you snorting and drinking everything in sight tonight because I would like my boyfriend to not risk dying on my birthday but apparently that's too much to ask for, so go for it!"

I'm expecting him to give me the look he's always given me when I try to tell him not to drink, pop pills or snort anything, but he doesn't. I guess it's because it's my birthday.

Before he can answer, someone's clearing their throat, and we snap our attention to the front door, seeing Tansy.

"Welcome to hell." Mick tells her, and she looks at me and Nikki hesitantly, as if she's thinking about turning back around and leaving. I'm sure she is until Tommy pops up behind her, arms full of groceries and a wide, excited smile on his face. Completely oblivious.

"Happy Birthday!" He pipes, walking in to set the bags on the counter and hug me tightly, picking me up. Nikki and I continue to glare at each other while I'm looking over Tommy's shoulder, and when he puts me back down, the two of us put on fake smile so he won't know we're fighting.

"Hey, babe, where do I need to put this?" A man that has to be at least 30 years old is walking in to our apartment, talking to Tansy while holding a Tupperware container.

"What is it?" I ask him, thinking it's food, taking the container.

"Oh, Smack." He says casually and I'm dropping the container in a matter of milliseconds, taking a step back and looking at Nikki with raised brows.

"Vivian!" Tansy complains, picking the container up, going to put it in the fridge but I block her way. "Oh, so, what? All the things these idiots pump themselves full of, you draw the line at heroin?" She asks me.

"I am the line." I inform her. "I am not keeping some stranger's drugs in my fridge."

"It's not some random stranger, it's Sparkie." She explains to me as if that makes me and the man best friends. "My boyfriend." She continues.

"I figured that." I reply.

"Why do they call you Sparkie?" Nikki asks him, skeptically.

Sparkie was an absolute idiot. Think of what strung out, worn down, one shoot up away from being dragged to hell, looks like. He looked like a walking corpse with a peculiar hue of blue to his skin and had sleeves of tattoos to try to mask his track marks, to no avail. A few of his back teeth had rotted out and it was evident anytime he opened his mouth to speak. His bleached blonde hair had grown out to his chest and his pitch black roots were greasy due to lack of bathing. He had frown lines, crows feet, smile lines and greyed facial hair along his jaw. Tansy claimed they had met on the set of one of her photoshoots and he was the photographer's assistant and said that he told her he fell madly in love after laying eyes on her for the first time. Well, Tansy was gorgeous, but she was also naked and posing for Playboy at the photoshoot where they met, so he might've confused wanting to have sex with her with wanting to date her. I prayed he'd only be temporary, but he managed to hang around for five more years until the two of them broke up during the "Girls" tour. I was stunned when she went from dating someone like Sparkie, to dating someone like Axl Rose.

"Freebasing accident. Ether's easy to catch on fire, man." He tells him with a chuckle and I feel multiple brain cells die.

"Fuckin' awesome, right, dude?" Tommy asks as he hits Nikki's shoulder and Nikki looks at me with a smug expression, knowing it's killing me to keep my mouth shut.

"We have room in the fridge, right, Viv?" Nikki asks me innocently and I roll my jaw, looking at Tansy's perfect smile, as if she's silently begging us to like her boyfriend.

"Absolutely." I say, taking the container from Tansy and putting it in the fridge before me and her start cooking dinner.

By the time Seven o'clock is rolling around, dinner's done and Vince is waltzing through the front door.

"Hey, Viv," He comes up behind me in the kitchen while I'm washing my hands, kissing my cheek as he puts a present on the counter.

"Hey," I greet him, seeing Beth occupied with talking to Tansy.

"Who's...?" He nods in Sparkie's direction and I turn the sink off and get in his ear.

"Tansy's boyfriend, Sparkie. His White China is in my fridge and he got his name after a freebasing accident." I educate him and he raises his brows, an amused smile pulling at his lips.

"Tansy's dating him?" He whispers and I nod.

"Jesus," He mumbles, watching as she comes over to us to hug him.

"Vince!" She greets him eagerly, throwing her arms around him and he pulls her to him tightly, catching an evil look from his wife.

"Hey, Tans," He says when she pulls away.

"C'mon and meet my boyfriend." She grabs his hand and pulls him to the living room.

"Um, hey, Devil-Spawn, I need your help for a second." I tell Nikki and he looks up from his conversation with Sparkie and rolls his eyes, stepping to the kitchen.

"What?" He asks me and I drag him to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it.

"Tansy's dating a loser." I voice out immediately and he gives me a look.

”I thought you wanted a quickie. Had I known you were just gonna bit--"

"He's a moron. 'Ether's flammable'? 'Put my smack in the fridge'?" I mock his voice.

"He didn't say the last one."

"Tansy is too naïve for someone like him." I ignore him. "She doesn't know what she's getting herself in to being with someone like that."

"I'm someone like that." Nikki reminds me and I scoff.

"Um, you don't carry a Tupperware of Smack with you, you're not burning yourself in ether explosions, you're not taking advantage of a beautiful blonde girl who just wants to make everybody happy..." I list a few things Sparkie's doing. "Look, I'm not worried about me doing anything because I have the will power of God when it comes to drugs and alcohol but Tansy will do the most ridiculous, disgusting, debasing things to make someone happy. Trust me, she's told me some of the things she felt like she had to do in order to keep some of her past boyfriends and I'm scared he's gonna get her hooked on some of his mess because he'll figure out if he asks her to do anything, she'll do it." I explain to him and he sighs.

"Maybe she's not as naïve as you think she is. I mean, it's been over a year since you last saw each other, so it's possible she's changed and knows exactly what she's doing." He tries to reassure me.

"I'd rather her be oblivious and naïve to the severity of the situation than knowingly be waltzing in to her own self-destruction." I state blankly.

"I wonder who all's gonna be saying that about you when they find out you're with me." Nikki says pointedly and I open my mouth to speak, but close it again.

"You're right. She's a big girl who can take care of herself and I'm being judgmental of Sparkie." I admit.

"You're admitting you're wrong?" He asks me in pretend shock, leaning closer to me, putting the palm of his hand flat on the door beside my head and I cross my arms and avoid looking at him.

"I guess." I mumble, not liking the fact I have to admit I'm wrong and he knows it, basking in the glory.

"Viv?" He asks and I look at the bathroom floor, still not acknowledging him. "Hey," He grabs my jaw gently, forcing me to look at his darkly lined eyes. "You have such a big heart, you worm your way in to other people's lives to try to get them to not make decisions that you wouldn't make, to protect them. But just because you wouldn't choose to do something, doesn't mean it's a wrong choice for someone else."

"Snorting coke and throwing back shots until you can't stand up, isn't a good choice for anyone." I already know what he's getting at and he sighs, stomping his foot.

"If I hear one more 'dude' from Sparkie without some kind of buffer in my system, I'm gonna knock his head into the fuckin' counter, Viv." He states, pointing his finger in the direction of the living room.

"You're doing great." I tell him, taking the hand he's pointing his finger with and hold it in both of my hands. "We only have to deal with him for a few more minutes and then everyone will be gone, and we'll have the place to ourselves," I say, taking one of the chains of his few necklaces around his neck and running it threw my fingers, pulling him to me. "And I'll let you do whatever you want."

His expression darkens at my promise, his lips pulling upward in to a crooked smile as his hands move to my hips and he guides me to the sink, picking me up and putting me on the edge of it,

He's putting himself between my open legs, his finger tips gripping at the flesh of my thigh as his other hand is hiking my maroon dress up, his tongue dancing with mine. I push the thin straps of my dress of my shoulders and his lips leave mine when he yanks the top of my dress down to expose my breasts. Just as his teeth are biting a trail down my skin, the door swings open, causing me and Nikki to scramble to get ourselves off of each other, but it's too late.

[reidandweep]

Love, Lunch, and Letters.

Gilbert Blythe x Reader (female)

A/N- The love for the last one has been overwhelming. I’ve never really published my stories so the love is very appreciated. So thank you. Therefore, here is another Gilbert imagine that I hope you enjoy. 

Word Count: 1737 words

Warnings: fluff (if that even is a warning). 

It was a Sunday afternoon in the middle of August in Avonlea. Y/N, Anne and Diana had just arrived back to the Y/L/N household after their morning church service. School would begin the next day and Mrs. Barry and Miss. Cuthbert had given Y/N, Anne, and Diana permission to have Sunday lunch together to celebrate the start of their next year at school. The year had already been filled with lots of adventure for the three girls. From the deception of gold in the grounds of Green Gables, to the departure of Cole, to Gilbert arriving back to Avonlea from his excursions at sea. They were all ready to see their class mates and learn more about the world, and life, and love. Talk amongst the girls had been steady. Conversation lulling when food had been eaten. 

“Do you think Ms Stacy will take my suggestion on re-enacting the books we read. It would be so fulfilling to re-enact Jane Eyre, or Pride and Prejudice?”

Diana looked towards Anne with intrigue. “That would be such a splendid and exciting way to learn the stories and delve deeper into the characters. Don’t you think so Y/N?”

Anne and Diana turned towards Y/N, excitement clouding their expressions. But their smiles soon fell when their eyes caught Y/N’s. Her form was slouched and the usual light exuberance that Y/N had was gone. It was a rare sight to never see the girl not happy or energetic. There was something clearly wrong. 

Anne and Diana swiftly moved to sit either side of the girl. Holding her close between them and resting their temples onto her shoulders. 

“What is ever wrong Y/N/N? If you are not a fan of acting, you would not need to take part. We understand fully.”

Anne nodded her head in agreement. “We can come up with other ideas, or you can be the narrator instead. Guiding us through the magical story we will recreate!”

Y/N sighed, shaking her head. She quickly raised her shoulders and sat up straighter than she had before, causing Anne and Diana to raise their heads.  

“Your ideas are splendid Anne and I would love to be a part of them. Especially with your intuitiveness and creativity. The class would definitely gain a clearer recognition of the characters.”

Anne smiled as a sign of appreciation. 

“I am feeling rather down because I am scared to return to school.” She admitted to her two friends.

Confusion enveloped the room. Y/N was never scared, always fearless. To be scared of a place they had been for years and years was rather confusing to Anne and Diana. 

Diana grabbed Y/N’s hand. “What is there to be scared about? We go to school for days upon days each year. Is it Josie Pye and Billy? You know they only tease you and Anne because your more wonderful than them?”

Anne and Y/N laughed. A small smile falling on all their faces. 

“No. I do not care for Josie Pye or Billy’s actions. I’m scared to go back because of Gilbert Blythe.” Y/N admitted. Letting her head fall into her lap as a muffled scream left her body. The girl was clearly frustrated with the admittance. 

Anne and Diana shared a look unaware to Y/N’s knowledge. Having caught on to why their friend was frustrated with Gilbert, they decided not to tell her that they had invited him to lunch and he would arrive to the Y/L/N home anytime soon; arriving late due to helping Matthew and Jerry fix the chicken coop.

Anne placed her hands onto Y/N’s arms and pushed, causing the girls to sit upwards and face her friends. 

“You have no need to be afraid of Gilbert or your feelings for him. You are Y/F/N Y/L/N and you are beautifully amazing and loved by many.”

Diana agreed. 

“You coped perfectly fine when he was travelling around the world for nearly a year.”

Y/N shrugged. 

“I was fine because I wrote him letters. Very personal letters that I did not send. But they made me realise how I felt. When I realised this, we had already started summer and school had ended. Therefore, I haven’t faced him since that revelation. Mother has had me busy all summer and he has been with Bash tending to the farm and learning everything he had missed.”

Y/N looked at Anne and Diana who both had a look of determination on their faces. The two girls must have had the same idea as they both stood up at the same time. Y/N copied their movement without question. 

“Where are the letters you wrote Gilbert?” Anne asked.

Y/N pointed to under her bed. Anne quickly got to her knees pulling out an old shoebox. She opened the lid, revealing an assortment of letters, all dated and in envelopes.

She grabbed the letters that corresponded to the date in which Y/N would have realised her feeling for Gilbert. Standing back up, Anne handed the letters to Y/N.

She turned to stand with Diana by the window, Y/N turning so she could face them, her back to the door. 

“You are going to read the letter that you wrote to Gilbert, admitting your feeling for him.” Anne demanded.

Y/N shook her head. “I am not doing that.”

Diana intercepted before she could fully turn down the idea.

“Just think of it as stress release. Pretend either Anne or I am Gilbert. If you read the letter admitting how you feel a weight would have been lifted from your shoulders. Your feelings will be out without Gilbert knowing. Therefore, making it easier to face him tomorrow.”

Anne nodded. “We all know that when we go back tomorrow that if you are anything but your usual self with him, he will instantly question you and ask what is wrong.”

Y/N sighed. She agreed that it may help her. Therefore, she began to open the letter in which she wrote her feeling for him down. The letter was dated to a few days before the end of the school year. Gilbert had been back from sea for a few months. He and Y/N had grown closer than they were before. Which was surprising as they were already very close, nobody think they could have gotten closer. 

Taking a deep breath, Y/N looked at the two girls, who had taken a seat on her window ledge, and began to read the letter.

“Gilbert. This letter does not start with Dear because you are worth more than the generic start of a letter such as ‘dear’. You are a worth a title such as: my love, endearingly handsome, my one and only, and so many more. Your months away from Avonlea travelling was excruciatingly hard for me to deal with. I supported the decision to the highest capacity, but I couldn’t help but miss my best friend. I missed walking to school together; in sun, rain, or snow. I missed our conversations and how they flowed so easily. You were never prejudice to my hopes and ambitions, always telling me your thoughts with truth and care. I missed studying with you and how smart you are. You would never get frustrated with me. Even when I took hours to understand the simplest thing. You would just smile that smile of yours and I know those hours of listening to you talk about mathematics was worth it. I missed your voice. I missed your smile. I missed your hugs. I missed your personality. I missed you Gilbert. When you came back I knew you would not be the same Gilbert that left. But the new Gilbert is the one I’ve learned to love. More than I realised. Because this new Gilbert is the old and more. You are everything and more. But you will never know this from me. Because I cannot bear to lose the memories and moments we have had together and that are to come. I would rather be your friend and secretly in love with you than a stranger with public love. But I love you Gilbert Blythe. Old and new. Even if you may never know.”

Y/N stopped reading, folding the piece of paper back into the envelope. She lifted her head to look at the two girls. Large grins were spread across their faces. However, they were not looking at Y/N. They were looking behind her at the door. She quickly turned, freezing when she saw Gilbert standing there.

He was leant against the door frame. A smile covering his face. Gilbert pushed from the door and walked towards Y/N, stopping in front of her. 

“Sorry I’m late to lunch, had to help Jerry and Mr Cuthbert at Green Gables. But it seems I arrived just in time.” He smiled down at the girl.

Y/N’s face had grown a deep shade of red. Realisation had hit her once she saw Gilbert that Anne and Diana had planned this all along.

“How much did you hear?” she questioned.

Gilbert looked at the ceiling, a chuckle leaving his body. 

“I heard everything Y/N/N. I am really glad I did as well.”

She gulped quietly.

“Why?”

Gilbert looked Y/N straight in the eyes. A serious look took over his face. 

“Because.” He smiled.

“I love you too. I loved you before and I love you now. I just had to wait until you loved me back.”

Y/N’s face broke into a large smile. The laugh that left her body was the most joyous sound that all of those teenagers had heard. 

Gilbert looked at Y/N with love. Y/N looked back the same way.

Anne and Diana still sitting by the window, smiled at each other and high-fived.

“At least you are no longer scared for school tomorrow.” Anne quipped.

All four individuals laughed at the girls remark.

Y/N held onto Gilberts hand and dragged him to the two girls. All of them taking a seat on the floor, exchanging stories of the summer and what they are excited for in the new school year. 

For the remaining hours of the afternoon, and long after Anne and Diana said their farewells, Y/N and Gilbert talked. Never once letting go of each other’s hands. 

This new year was going to come with difficulties, but with Gilbert by her side, Y/N knew no matter was thrown her way, that this was going to be the best year yet.

A/N- I hope you enjoyed. If you have any suggestions, please send them to my inbox. x

[lovemesomerafael]

EL AMOR TODO LO PUEDE Chapter 5:  The Mating Call of the Nerd

Previous Chapters:  Chapter 1   Chapter 2    Chapter 3    Chapter 4

Sometimes Laura had trouble appreciating God’s sense of humor.  Sure, she could flirt and tease and smolder like a boss, but only as long as her heart wasn’t involved.  When she really liked a guy, suddenly she had absolutely no game.  None.  She either got tongue-tied or couldn’t stop saying things that put her into an eternal cringe.  And she had no idea how to make those sweet, romantic gestures that let a man know how she felt. Sometimes she wondered how she’d ever managed to lose her virginity at all.

For weeks, Laura and Mouse had been steadily fumbling their way toward one another.  They found reasons to spend time together at work. They began texting one another across the bullpen when they wanted to say something they didn’t want their coworkers to overhear.  Even when the detectives were all out in the field, Mouse had sent her a few texts across the room, just complaining about something or sharing a goofy picture someone had sent him.  They had even spent what turned out to be an entirely platonic evening at Mouse’s apartment playing an online role-playing game they’d discovered they both liked.  That had actually been a lot of fun.  It was hard to be disappointed in an evening that had involved so much laughter and online mayhem.  They’d turned out to be a dangerous team when they worked together in the game.  That was one reason the evening had been platonic.  The other was that neither of them had found the courage to make a pass.    

Now they were at work, and she was sitting at her desk, trying yet again to figure out how to save a report she’d typed up for Voight using the new system CPD had just installed. She really didn’t want to have to ask Mouse a third time to help her set up her folders the way she wanted them.  She clicked furiously on the Enter key, uttering a different curse word with each jab at the keyboard.  

Behind her, she heard a chair roll up and Mouse’s soft chuckle.  “Wow.  You got some vocabulary.  You sure you’re not military?”

“I hate this system! Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy…” she whined theatrically.  

He rolled up just behind her, resting a forearm on the back of her chair.  She instantly broke out in goosebumps as she felt his breath on the back of her neck.  

“Relax.  I got you.”  He leaned forward so that his face was next to hers, his hair tickling her ear.  “Get out of this dialog box.”

She did as he told her. He walked her through another few steps until the file was named and saved in a new folder nestled exactly where she wanted it in the directory.  She wouldn’t remember one step of it, of course, because all she was doing was reflexively reacting to his instructions.  Her entire mind was focused on Mouse, now close enough that their cheeks were touching.  The scent of whatever shower gel he used was now permanently etched in her sensory memory, along with the visceral erotic reaction it was having on her.  

She gulped.  OK.  Here goes. She began to turn her head millimeter by millimeter, as the warm, delicious sensations low in her body began to be replaced by nervous butterflies.  But he took over from her before the butterflies had a chance to multiply, sliding his hand into her hair and turning her face to his.

He tilted his head and fit his lips to hers.  He kissed her with an expertise that shocked her.  Awkward and nerdy he might be, but damn, he was good with his lips.  As they heard the security gate at the bottom of the stairs open and the voices of the detectives began to drift into the room, he pulled away just enough to look into her eyes, while keeping his hand in her hair.

“Your move,” he said seductively, giving her a look that would set ice on fire.

As Voight, Olinsky, Dawson, and Lindsay boisterously entered and went to work at their respective desks, calling out to one another as they worked, Laura sat staring blankly at her computer screen.  She was completely unnerved.  She had a fairly massive dose of hormones coursing through her veins, of course, but she was also suddenly terrified.  Mouse couldn’t just leave the next move to her.  She was hopeless and she knew it.  It never even occurred to her to simply ask him out on a date.  Instead, she thought of all the tropes she’d ever heard: showing up at his door wearing only a trench coat, inviting him over to find a path of rose petals leading to the bedroom, dragging him into a storage closet at the station, but none of them seemed even remotely possible.  She’d die of mortification.  Having completely wrapped herself around the axle with these thoughts, she spent the rest of the afternoon moving paper around and looking at emails without seeing them.  

When it was time to leave work, she was nowhere to be found.  Mouse wondered what that meant.  He’d hoped that they would just naturally leave together and go somewhere for a real dinner that took place on a table rather than under one.  Had she just left without saying goodbye?  What did that mean?  She’d kissed him back, he was sure of that.  He’d felt her tremble and heard her breath catch.  And he’d seen her flushed and flustered when he’d pulled away from her.  So why would she be avoiding him now?  

 **********

The next day, things between Mouse and Laura were a little odd.  

It had been one of those days when at least some of the detectives were in the bullpen all day, and Voight had Laura running at full speed with things he suddenly needed immediately.  When he needed something, he’d just sit at his desk and yell her name.  By this time, though, Laura and Voight had established a fluid working relationship that allowed Laura to predict what Voight was thinking a few seconds before he actually thought it.  More often than not, he’d ask for a file that she would just have emailed him, knowing he’d need it.  Once, he asked her to get District Commander Crowley on the phone, only to be told that Laura already had her office on hold waiting for him to pick up.  

There was little opportunity for Mouse and Laura to talk.  Laura very much wanted to talk to Mouse, but she had no idea what to say to him.  “Hi, let’s hook up”?  Not likely.  He did send her a text asking if she wanted to have lunch.  She sent him a message consisting of two emojis: handcuffs and a desk.  They’d shared a regretful look across the bullpen, and that had been it.  Voight kept Laura busy at her desk until long after Mouse had given up on waiting for her to be able to leave for the day.  

Mouse hoped that she would call him, or at least text, but she didn’t.  Now he was really confused, and a little unhappy about it.  Was she playing with him?  She’d seemed to be straight up and cool, but maybe he’d misjudged her?

That night, the detectives had spent most of the night at the scene of a bloody massacre at a house that turned out to be the base for a major drug operation.  The case had several possible suspects, both groups and individual people, which had the entire team working through facts and theories much of the next day.  They’d ordered in lunch and everybody stayed late.  

Laura had accepted a ride from Mouse when they finally left, but only to a church near her apartment where she was meeting her AA sponsor for a meeting.  She seemed a little nervous, but definitely not standoffish.  In fact, she’d given him a peck on the lips and a quick hug just before hopping out of his van.  He watched her walk around the side of the church to where several people stood smoking outside a door.  She hugged a number of them.  Maybe she was seeing someone?  As he drove off, he suddenly wondered whether he had made a mistake kissing her.  

He spent the entire next day down in his tech room, putting together equipment and a communications plan for an operation the team had planned for the following night.  He ate junk from the vending machine for lunch, and didn’t even have time to text Laura.  She’d been busy, too, but hers had been an everyday level of busy, with much of the team in the bullpen all day, preparing for the following night.  

She stopped by when her workday was over, but he wasn’t ready to leave.  So they said goodnight and she left, feeling like she should have said or done something more to let him know she was interested.  Your move?  He should never have left it up to her.  

***********

That night, Laura sat on the floor of her living room with her back against the couch and her laptop on the coffee table in front of her.  She was playing the role playing game again, this time participating in a raid with a number of her online friends.  When the group had successfully looted a stronghold built by other players, one of her teammates got the idea to try to make their online avatars high five each other. It was just a nerdy joke, but it gave Laura an idea.

She could see which of her friends were online, and had noticed about fifteen minutes earlier that Mouse was playing the game.  She decided to see if she could find his character.  Having played together a few times, once while in the same room, she knew a little about where in the universe of the game he and his friends might be.  After searching around a bit, she found Mouse’s avatar.  

She might be awkward in the real world when it came to men she really liked, but she was pretty comfortable in the alternate reality of the game.  And, being a fellow nerd, she thought Mouse would get what she was about to do.  

She walked her avatar up to his until he saw her and turned his character around so they were facing each other.  Soon, the dialog box below the game display started to show their typed conversation.

Lorelei:  Hi

Grrrrwitz:  Hi yourself

Lorelei:  Ready for my move?

Grrrrwitz:  More than ready

Laura’s character was a Mage; she carried a wand and potions rather than weapons.  She could also cast spells.  One of the spells Laura had built could knock another character to the ground.  She used it on Mouse’s avatar.  

Grrrrwitz:  Hey!

Lorelei:  Wait for it

She moved her character to where his lay, and her avatar knelt down beside him, as she often did to heal characters who had been wounded in game battles.  Instead, she moved her character to awkwardly lean over him and kiss him.  Although she’d never had any interest in trying it, she’d read that, in this particular game, characters could actually have sex if the players could figure out how to do it.  She was very curious to see what Mouse would do.  

As Mouse sat at his computer, watching Laura’s avatar knock down and then kiss his, he smiled hugely and said aloud to the empty room, “There it is.”  

But he wasn’t sure how to respond.  He knew that characters in this game could have sex, but that didn’t seem like the right response.  Besides, if he was going to have sex with Laura, it wasn’t going to be on a computer screen while their actual bodies were across town from one another.  Instead, he decided to try something different.  

He knew the spell would work for a minute or so, and then his character could move again.  He waited and, when he could, he made his avatar get up from the ground.  He saw Laura’s stand, too.

Grrrrwitz:  You better get outta here or you’re gonna regret that

Laura didn’t respond, but her character began to run away.  Mouse’s character followed.  For a while, he chased her around the game’s landscape, until she ran into a castle.  He followed, catching her character in a turret. He had his character throw his sword on the floor and back hers into a corner, which he suspected she could have gotten out of if she’d tried.  His avatar put one arm on either side of hers and kissed her character.  

Just as he was wondering what to do next, he saw her character duck out from between his character’s arms and run out of the room.  For the next hour, they played a ridiculous online game of chase and kiss. Occasionally, another character would try to engage them.  The first time that happened, Mouse’s avatar wasted no time killing them with his sword. From then on, when another character interfered with their silly chase, they would quickly dispatch that character and continue.  It was the nerdiest flirtation either Mouse or Laura had ever engaged in, but they both enjoyed it immensely.

Grrrrwitz:  Well played

Lorelei:  Get the message?

Grrrrwitz:  Message received.  Op tomorrow nite.  Dinner Friday?  

Lorelei:  😊  Absolutely

[spideyy-girl]

Speak Now - Bucky Barnes (AU)

Request: Do you do any song fics? If you do, could you please do a Bucky Barnes fanfic with Speak now or Angel with a shotgun with a college/roomate Bucky??

Summary: based on the song Speak Now by Taylor Swift (i suck at descriptions as you know so imma leave it at that just read it)

Warnings: lil bit of angst, wedding crashing, some fluffy at the end ;)

Word Count: 2769 (7.6 pages)

Date: September 26th, 2018

A/N: YES!! I DO TAKE SONG FIC REQUESTS. I actaully love them to be honest. SO feel free to send some. Sorry I haven’t been updating and thanks for being patient with me school just started a few weeks ago and that’s always shot haha yay. But I’m back on track! Hope you guys like (Also one of my older imagines but it’s not too bad I guess haha)

I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl

Bucky Barnes has been my best friend since sophomore year in high school. We met at Phys Ed, where I had surprisingly outrun him, which almost never happened. It was bound to be ever since. 

In recent years I had even begun to develop a crush on the long-haired man, well, at least it was at first just innocent. I didn’t even realise I was falling until I hit my head hard on the ground. What would cause such an awakening, you might ask? 

“He’s getting married,” Steve Rogers, our neighbour and Bucky’s roommate said, looking almost depressed about what should have been happy news. But how could anyone be happy? Especially with Carli Anne Johnson, the biggest princess bitch in town, in fact, maybe even the world. The bowl of ice cream you had in your hand was dropped out of pure shock, devastation, anger.

“H-h-he, w-what?” You asked, trying to contain yourself. You were never one to show any signs of weakness. “To that bitch?! I can’t even look at her without wanting to rip my eyeballs out. And he never even told me!” I started yelling, pulling at the strands of your Y/H/C hair. Steve nodded solemnly.

“I know, which is why I came here.” He said looking at you, grabbing your shoulders with his strong hands. “You can’t let him marry the wrong girl, we all know that it can’t be her he spends the rest of his life with, especially you.”

And that’s how I got here, about to crash my best friend’s wedding, and hopefully win him back. I couldn’t let him marry the wrong girl.

I sneak in and see your friends

And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel

And she is yelling at a bridesmaid

Somewhere back inside a room wearing a gown shaped like a pastry.

Steve helped me sneak inside the venue, Bucky had asked him to be his Best Man anyways. I see the giant hall at the end of the corridor, plastered in white ribbons, streamers, and other decoratives. There was an expensive looking velvet carpet with gold trimmings rolled down the aisle all the way up to the altar. I could see some of my fellow classmate’s and some of the football team, Bucky’s friends, sitting in the pews. On the other side of the grand hall, I could see the Johnson family, all dressed to the nine’s in beautiful pastel pinks, purples, blues, and yellows, while the men wore sharp black tuxes.

As I walk further down, I can hear screaming. I knew that voice. Actually, this yelling often occurred right in front of my face, targeted at me. Carli’s tan face would start to turn red, the colour not suiting very well with her perfectly curled platinum blonde hair and sparkling baby blue eyes. 

I peeked into the room to see the exact image I thought of playing out right in front of me. It was odd seeing it from a different angle. She was yelling at her little sister, Lizzy, who looked like a rose pink pastry. I felt awful for the young girl, to have such a monstrous being as a sibling. What did Bucky ever see in her? Sure, she was gorgeous, but that shouldn’t have mattered.

“Stop being such a little shit, Elizabeth. Last I recalled today was my special day, not yours. I’m the one getting married, not you!” Carli screamed at the quivering girl, her spit flying into her face, the fat tears rolling down her face slightly smudging her makeup. “Not like anyone would ever want to marry you anyways. You’re not even that pretty.”

“But Carls, all I asked for is if you could help me with my hair and makeup since I figured you're the expert at this.” Lizzy reasoned, trying her best to look strong and stop crying. “I just wanted to spend some time with you! I never see you anymore!”

“Thank God,” Carli mumbled, though it was still clear as to what she had said. “I don’t even know how I survived with you for, like, ten years. I’m happy I’m getting away from all you losers. Now, why don’t you go and fix yourself up, you look like a trainwreck.” She stomped off to the attached door to the dressing room when she finished.

This is surely not what you thought it would be

I lose myself in a daydream, where I stand and say

I drag my eyes away from the young teenager and continue onto my path towards the grand hall where the ceremony will be held. My mind didn’t even process what I was doing, where I was going, the events about to happen. My nerves started to crash over me like a raging tidal wave. I was walking in the open, not stopping to think if anyone had seen me or are about to. Then I felt a tight grip on my arm, pulling me into a small room on the side.

I was about to scream but I felt a rough hand cover my mouth, muffling the sound. Dread rippled through my body as my eyes widened and breath hitched.  Oh no, I thought to myself. Please don’t let it be him, please don’t let it be Bucky. 

The hand was lifted when they were sure I wasn’t going to screech at the top of my lungs and turned me around. Thank God, it was Steve. He looked a bit worried, and a bit terrified.

“You okay? You were sort of dozed off, walking around there.” He said, scanning you over. “ You’re lucky I caught you before someone else did. I just wanted to check if you remembered the plan.” I nodded, staying silent.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” I said quietly, keeping my head down. “What if he really is happy with her? I would ruin his life.” Steve shook his head, shaking me.

“Have you seen him lately? A total mess, I’m telling you. Besides, I think he’s been dropping hints for a while now.” Steve encouraged me. “Why don’t we run through it?”

Don’t say yes, run away now

I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the back door

Don’t wait, or say a single vow

You need to hear me out, and they said Speak Now.

I went through a small speech I was supposed to give when I would barge in. I had so carefully written it to perfection, but now I could only remember bits and pieces. What was I thinking when I agreed to do this?!

I pretended as if Steve was Bucky and the crowd, but I couldn’t even say it in front of him, let alone like 500 other people. I told him where I planned to meet him if he did agree to run off with me, away from Carli, her stupid stuck up family, and apparently all the other troubles of the world.

I couldn’t let him say yes though. Although I would never admit it aloud, I realised the way Bucky had looked when she popped out of nowhere and stole him away from us for the rest of the day. If I let this ceremony go through, she’ll steal him away for the rest of our goddamn lives.

It’d hurt me too, seeing him run off with the girl he never loved. Not just because of my constantly growing feelings towards him, but that’s also the protective best friend side coming out of me. I couldn’t stand him not being happy, and living the rest of his sorry days with that thing.

Somewhere deep down, I hoped knew that it was supposed to be me up there in the flowing white gown and veil standing in front of him, a big smile adorned on my face as well as his. And he knew the exact same thing, pondering it just minutes before he got married off, but to the wrong girl.

Fun gestures are exchanged

And the organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march

And I am hiding in the curtains

It seems that I was uninvited be you lovely bride to be

I hear excited whispered conversations that are soon cut off by the earth-rattling sound of the giant organ playing. The tune of ‘Here Comes the Bride’ was smoothly played out, as the small voices were silenced. The tune sounded depressing as if it were a funeral instead of a wedding.

Everyone turned their head to the back of the room, where I was standing just moments ago. I had hopped behind a velvet curtain matching the roll of carpet down the aisle when I heard the first chord of the organ.

I got a good look at everyone’s faces who had attended. As it seemed, there were a lot more familiar faces than I had counted. Mostly everyone from our year, and even quite a few from the ones below and above us. Of course, I wasn’t one of those individuals. I hadn’t gotten an invitation.

I wasn’t even informed of the engagement. My best mate’s engagement.

I wondered then if she had forced him not to send an invitation to me, or if I had possibly even slipped their minds. It was almost 100% not the latter. Surely Bucky would’ve said something if he was free to say it. Right? 

I’m distracted by my thoughts as my eyes land on the said boy. His long black waves were gelled back, other than a thin strand that hung loosely at the side of his face. It looked much different than his usual ponytail. He was dressed in a white tuxedo with a black button up underneath and a black bowtie. He had white pants to match his blazer, and shiny black loafers adorned on his feet.

But the most different thing about his look was the stern look on his face. He looked almost emotionless, not happy but not angry or disappointed either, it was nothingness. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that side of him, his signature flashy grin was always plastered to his slightly chapped lips, it was always his best feature. Without it, he looked like a lost soul.

She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen

But I know you wish it was, you wish it was me

Don’t you?

Right on queue, I heard the clicking of her six-inch heels, like she needed to be any taller anyways. Although I despised her more now that I ever did for the whole time I’ve known her, I can’t not say that she looked absolutely stunning. Her long, lacy white wedding gown dragged behind her for what seemed like miles, held by two of her bridesmaids at the end. her veil was laced, with small white flowers on the headpiece. Her white heels laced up to her knees, also covered in little flowers and butterflies. 

Although she was the devil in human form, I do see the reasoning as to looking past her ugly personality and to her beautiful exterior. In fact, there were many people who would accept her for just that. But not Bucky. Not my Bucky.

I looked at him, back up near the altar, and although I could tell he thought she did look stunning, that he felt guilty. Like he was thinking the same as me, imagining my face, my body, my persona in that flowing dress, those high heels, behind that veil.

She stepped up to stand in front of him, like any other normal wedding, when I noticed that she held the exact same expression as her fiancée. The nothingness. And then, the ceremony commenced.

I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold your peace

There’s the silence there’s my last chance

I stand with shaking hands all eyes on me

Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I’m only looking at you

“If there are any objections, speak now, or forever hold your peace,” the priest says as he stands between the couple. Bucky looks around the room, almost hopeful that someone would stand up, but no one. Not yet anyway.

I look down at my hands, sweaty and shaking. I wipe them off on my lovely Y/F/C dress, and lightly grasp the soft material. I look up to see Steve looking back at me expectantly.

“This is your last chance!” He mouthed at me before winking and turning back to the front as if nothing had happened. I took a deep breath, before standing up from my place.

“I object!” I stated loudly, everyone in the room freezes, before turning towards me. Every single pair of eyes stared me down, but I focused on only one thing, or more specifically, one person. James Buchanan Barnes. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you bitch!” Carli screamed, stomping her feet and her face turned redder than I’ve ever seen it before. “Get out of here! You weren’t invited! No one wants you here-”

“Shut up for once, will you?” Bucky snarled at her, but not breaking our eye contact. I could see the ghost of a smile starting to appear again.

“These two obviously aren’t now and never will be truly happy with each other, it just wasn't meant to be,” I said, as I slowly inched up the aisle. “And I’m here to make sure that Bucky Barnes doesn’t marry the wrong girl.”

“Thank God,” he mumbled with a slight laugh, only to get harshly hit in the stomach with a bouquet of flowers in the hands of Carli.

“What the hell are you talking about, baby? We’re perfect for each other, and everyone knows it.” She said after she dropped the flowers and started to rub his arm, only for him to shoo her off.

“Let’s be real here, Carls. It was never gonna happen, and it never should. You’ll find the perfect person for you one day, but let me tell you now that that person is definitely not me. Because me person is right here, in front of me. Y/N L/N.” Bucky said as he walked down the shallow steps towards you, his bright smile in full effect once again. I smiled back, feeling tears well up in my eyes. 

I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl

So don’t say yes run away now, I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the backdoor

Don’t wait or say a single vow, you need to hear me out and they said Speak Now

And you’ll say let’s run away now, I’ll meet you when I’m out of my tux at the backdoor

Baby I didn’t say my vows, so glad you were around when they said Speak Now

I met Bucky at the back of the church once he changed out of his suit and into his usual black jeans and a band tee. I quickly changed out of my dress as well. When he walked out he looked like he was glowing as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and kissed my temple. I smiled and cuddled into his side as we started walking away from the chaos.

“I’m so happy you showed up. I didn’t know if Steve had told you or not about it. I was sort of planning this.” He says as we got into my slightly worn down car. I started it up and drove out of the parking lot onto the abandoned narrow road.

“I’m happy I did too, wouldn’t want you marrying someone like her. Don’t know what you were thinking.” I laughed and he soon joined in, nodding his head in agreement. After the laughter died down there was a silence. It wasn’t awkward, just sort of there. “So, what happens now?” I ask, looking at him for a quick moment. He smirked, putting his arm on the back of my seat, squeezing my shoulder.

“We run away together, we can continue our education somewhere else. You know, live happily ever after.” He said in a mocking quirky voice. I giggled.

“Sounds like a plan.”

[grailacademy]

Welcome To Grail Academy - Chapter Fifteen: Destroy Everything You Touch

“The Hedge Witches did more than push drugs and send empty threats to City Hall. The woman who ran it all, Kuro, she was a genius. A scientist before her time. She invented the serum for Boost, 4 different profitable versions of it to sell to the markets, she even made breakthroughs in Grimm biology and gene-splicing. But she was….flawed, in her own rights. She was addicted to her research. She thrived on Boost. She became enraptured with her experiments on Grimm genealogy  and its connection to dust. So much so, that she began to experiment on herself. Because of it, she was discredited as a scientist, all her work either stolen by the government or destroyed. And losing her practice made her desperate.” Madehold turned away from the window and made a motion at her secretary to leave the room and close the door. She did, and the headmaster immediately reached under her desk and poured herself another glass of a different kind of liquor.

She took a swig before saying, “Sable is what happens when human genes injected with heaploads of Boost mate with Grimm DNA. And I mean that in the most literal sense.” Then she knocked the rest of the drink back. “She is Kuro’s daughter, she leads the Hedge Witches now.”

The students in the room stood in shocked silence, mostly because they were still processing all of the information. Esmerelda had to sit herself down in the admittedly tacky beanbag just so her feet wouldn’t give out beneath her. “….What do they want with Yorick?” In response to her question, Madehold pulled a manilla folder out from her desk drawer and slid it across the table to Esmerelda. “Everything you need to know is in his file.”

Name: Yorick Navyn

Age: 16

Gender: M

Caretaker: Azora Navyn (Note: Azora Navyn retired hunter, graduate of Atlas Academy, Grandmother to Yorick)

Semblance Description: self-combustion (Note: unstable)

Registered Weapon: Dual-wield revolvers / firework launchers (Asterion and Chara)

Educational History: Academy of Early Learning, Atlas Public School

GPA: 3.5

Assigned Team: EBNY

Notes: history of property damage and harm to others due to semblance, see incidents 1A, 1B, 2A, and 2B

Incident 1A: vehicle collision (cause of parental deaths) show no signs of road struggle but extensive evidence pointing towards fire damage, possibly from semblance

Incident 1B: Navyn (age 3) found at scene of accident, retaining no injuries from crash or from fire

Incident 2: destruction of science lab of Atlas Public School, collapse of entire east wall, signs point to explosive chemicals combined with semblance-activated heat

Incident 2B: Navyn (age 14) once again found at scene, retaining no injuries, pleads claims of amnesia and blackouts

“His semblance is one of the most powerful that we’ve seen. His grandmother had it too, at least when she still worked as a hunter. Apparently the power is inherited, passed down. I assume that would be useful to the Hedge Witches on many levels.” Esmerelda flipped through the papers in the file until she got to a small, wallet-sized photo of her partner in his middle school uniform. She pulled it out from under the paper clip and hid it in her pocket. “Why do you know so much about this?” Nico asked, still petting Bernard’s head in his lap.

Madehold let out another long sigh, rubbing her templed while she attempted to word what she was about to say as delicately as she could. They could all see it on her face, she was struggling to even speak. “….Sable and I were very close.”

There is an abandoned church near the border of Calicem, with dusty stained glass windows and dramatic pointed pillars. It is a large monument that has long gone unused, originally built in devotion for some obscure deity that nobody bothered to worship. The heavy oak doors swung open and a girl with short blonde hair strutted inside, the breastplate of her armor reflecting multicolored light from the windows. Walking down that long carpeted aisle, past the tables and desks that replaced the pews of the temple, she grinned and quickly hugged another girl standing beside one of the bureaus, this one with much longer and darker hair. Her metal boots clanked against the wood floor panels, and twelve uniforms filed in after her. They all carried crates under their arms, awaiting instructions. “I used to lead the field scouts for the Hedge Witches. I worked under Kuro.”

They were again left speechless, all of them seeking to connect the dots between this new information. Madehold stared out the colossal window behind her, knocking the rest of her drink back and running her finger along the rim of the glass. “I had nowhere else to go, Kuro took me in off the street. But that was years ago, long before Grail Academy even existed. Why would Sable resurface now…?” She drifted off before she could finish her thought.

“Wait wait wait,” Nico raised his hand, “Can we back it up to the part about the headmaster of our school being part of a drug-dealing cult? Are we just not going to talk about that?” Madehold continued to watch the clocktower out the window, grumbling “I was young and naive. It was a long, long time ago.” No one else in the room was speaking, and it was beginning to freak Nico out. “Am I the only one concerned about this!?” Esmerelda finally piped up, interjecting.

“Nico, shush. I’m thinking.”

“But-”

“Shh.”

“But I-”

“Hush!” She waved a dismissive hand, and Nico crankily folded his arms and slouched down. Esmerelda stood up (struggling to roll out of the beanbag chair) and adjusted the collar on her fur coat that was slipping off her shoulders. “Whatever you did in the past does not concern me. What concerns me is what you’re going to do now. My partner is missing, and you seem to know an awful lot about who took him. So how are you going to get him back?”

Madehold placed the empty glass down on the windowsill. “Unfortunately, there’s nothing we can do right now, except file a Missing Persons report with the authorities and notify his family.”

“Bullshit!”

“Miss Versailles.”

“No! This is your job, and you won’t even try to look for him!”

“I have no idea where the Hedge Witches could be, they move bases so often. Yorick could be anywhere by now.”

“You’re scared.”

“I can’t help you. I’ll have Miss Pearl and Professor Kismet set up a campus patrol to keep an eye out for anything suspicious, and start a curfew for the students. That’s the extent of my power.”

The three of them left her office with Bernard’s bulky arms hanging over Esmerelda and Nico’s shoulders, half-dragging him down the hall. He insisted that he could walk on his own, but they were less than convinced when his eyes glazed over every time he stopped talking. “Now what? Are we supposed to wait and see what the cops can turn up?” Nico asked, disgruntled.

“No,” Esmerelda huffed, “Madehold is a coward. We take care of this ourselves. We’ll lay low for a bit, until things die down. Then we start our own search.”

[groovy-lady]

These are the crack fic ideas that my boyfriend Ben and I came up with at like 12am!

Bard, Vlad, Gaston, and Aramis are all related: Vlad and Gaston are the eldest children and are twins, Aramis is the middle child, Bard is the youngest child, and Prince Adam is the bastard child and his dad is their dad. Their childhood was abusive, dad disowned the older boys - sending Aramis to the church, sent Gaston to the army, sent Vlad to the Janissary Corps., and sent Bard to Middle Earth (aka the asylum).

The four older boys meet as grown men in Gaston’s tavern before like 20 minutes before The Mob Song to reminisce about the good old days. They have no idea that they are related until they talk. Gaston goes to fight the Beast.

Vlad senses light and follows it. He finds Agathe/the Enchantress and he ends up fighting her and wins (aka dead Enchantress) and the spell over Prince Adam and his castle/servants is broken. Bard and Aramis go out while holding pints of ale during Vlad’s fight with Agathe and they eventually find the castle and dump out their ale b/c this shit is nuts. They sit in the garden swapping stories. Aramis notices that Vlad is fighting holy light and crosses himself and asks Bard slurring, “Isn’t beating women frowned upon?” Bard looks up in confusion at the scene and replies, slurring incoherently, “She mostly just a big ball of bright ass light fighting a horde of bats so I don’t know.” Bard then shrugs. They continue swapping stories and place bets on the fight that is occurring between Vlad and Agathe. Neither of them notice Gaston fighting the Beast/Prince Adam. Whenever the fight ends and the curse is broken and Aramis has given Agathe her Last Rites, Aramis, Bard, and Vlad then returns to Villeneuve and the tavern.

Meanwhile, Gaston falls off the bridge and is still alive just unconscious and heavily injured. Lefou shows up to drag his sorry ass back to Villeneuve and is high on weed while doing so. Once he gets back to the tavern, he sees 3 other Gastons (aka Aramis, Vlad, and Bard) looks down at his blunt, looks back up at the 3 other Gastons, looks back down at his blunt, and puts it out on Gaston’s boot saying, “Je ne peux plus fumer cette merde.” (translation: “I can’t smoke this shit no more.”). Lefou drags Gaston’s unconscious ass into the tavern and somehow manages to get Gaston into his chair.

Prince Adam, his servants, and Belle take a carriage to Villeneuve and pass Lefou dragging Gaston’s unconscious ass through the woods, but they don’t believe what they see. Maurice has seen most of this and is laughing his ass off. After arriving at Villeneuve, the servants are spending time with their loved ones and Prince Adam, Maurice, and Belle go into the tavern. Maurice stops laughing abruptly when he sees the 3 Gaston look-a-likes there. He turns to one of them (Bard), thinking he is Gaston, and starts yelling at him, “You were gonna put me into the asylum! What the Hell??” Bard replies, “Oooh, hi! You were supposed to be my cell mate in the asylum tomorrow!” Prince Adam and Belle look very concerned (Belle is also pissed). Belle then goes over to Gaston and kicks the shit out of his unconscious ass.

Meanwhile, Vlad and Aramis explain things to Prince Adam, including the fight between Vlad and Agathe and the fact that all of them (Vlad, Adam, Gaston, Bard, and Aramis) are related. Adam’s first response is, “I’m related to the asshole who tried to kill me? Are you serious?” Vlad, Bard, and Aramis nod in confirmation. Adam goes, “Well, fuck. Now what?” Gaston comes to and is perplexed. “What’s going on? Where did Tom, Dick, and Stanley go? Why donI hurt all over? Belle, why are you kicking my ass? Who’s the aristocrat? And who the fuck are those guys?” He asks, pointing at Adam and then Vlad, Bard, and Aramis. Lefou meanwhile has been sitting at the bar drink profusely to forget this ever happened.

Meanwhile in another part of France, Porthos turns to Athos and the newbie and asks, “Where the fuck is Aramis? He said he was just going to the privvy, he’s been gone for 6 months! Did he die? England is almost at our doorstep! We were supposed to have left 6 months ago! We are fucked!” Porthos then turns to their servant and says, “More wine!” The servant replies, “We’re out.” Porthos answers, “Then go out and buy some!” The servant then says, “With what money?” The newbie gives the servant money and the servant goes out and buys more wine.

Meanwhile in Villeneuve, Vlad, Aramis, Bard, Adam, Belle, and (a now sobered up) Lefou are re-enacting everything that Gaston has amnesia about since Lefou’s cheer up song for Gaston ended. After the reenactment is over, Lefou sings and Gaston, Vlad, Aramis, and Bard dance to “Macho Man” by The Village People.

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Church Belles - Part 3

I glanced at the chrome clock on the wall once again. Only five minutes had gone by since the last time I had checked. Why does time move so slowly when you’re not having fun? Also why did we still have clocks with Roman numerals which delayed how long it took your brain to process time by at least another 2 seconds. The sheer irony of it all! I shifted around in my seat and grunted audibly. Ok, maybe I needed to calm down. “Sena, was there something you wanted to add to that?” Oko raised his bushy eyebrows at me. “No, I think we’ve gone over all our concerns. I’ll draft a letter of agreement and send it over to you by Friday.” My response was shrill as I tried to hide my impatience and irritation. “Sounds wonderful! Me daa se[1].” Mrs. Koranteng beamed, slamming her red talon-like acrylic nails on the conference room table. “Ok, let’s go over their sales numbers again so I can be sure I understand it.” It took all of my will power not to roll my eyes.

Had it been any other day, I would have been thrilled to be in Mrs. Koranteng’s presence. She was such a powerful force in Ghanaian second-hand goods trade, president of the Makola Market Women’s Association, and the main distributor of most household brands in the country. Her diamond rings almost blinded us as the rays of sunlight reflected off of them. Everything about this woman glistened and screamed opulence, from the stone beads bordering her gigantic kaba[2] sleeves, right down to her white teeth which contrasted her smooth glowy dark skin each time she gave me that wide I-have-fuck-you-money grin. Our most valued client, no doubt, and I was impressed by how quickly she had turned her inheritance from her late husband into a fortune at 42 years. Her constant show of affection and warmth masked how meticulous and ruthless she could be in negotiations. Growing up in the busy streets of Kumasi had toughened her up into becoming a master haggler. Her hands were slightly callused, perhaps remnants from an early farm life. Still she was comfortable with patiently letting the experts talk in circles before interjecting with tough questions or a final well thought out plan.

Today’s meeting was no exception. We were providing legal counsel for a new chain of supermarkets Mrs. Koranteng’s company, GyeNyame[3] Inc was acquiring and had presented a very detailed proposal. However, I quickly realized that this meeting might drag on longer than expected since Mrs. Koranteng  did not want to spend a single pesewa[4] above what she considered to be a fair price. Then suddenly she glanced at her phone, smiled to herself and changed her mind. “Actually, I have to leave now but let’s schedule another meeting soon. I’ll review them with my accountant tomorrow. Thank you so much Mr. Quartey and Ms. Kondoh.” I could have hugged her in that moment but instead Oko and I shook hands with her and walked her to her Porsche. On the way back we speculated about whether the message on her phone had been from the young actor she was rumored to have been dating. Oko was a cool boss; very down-to-earth with a calm confidence. If he weren’t already married, we could have made a great couple because there was such an ease with our conversations and we rarely ever disagreed about anything. I glanced at my phone and noticed 5 missed calls from Carla. I was late for our bi-weekly nail appointment so I said goodbye to Oko and dashed down the hallway to head out to lunch.

Thirty minutes later, warm bubbles were caressing my feet and Akua the owner of Luxury Nails & Spa was diligently filing my finger nails. “You can’t keep me in suspense any longer. What happened?!”. Carla’s dramatic tone made me chuckle. She was sitting in the chair next to me. Her curly hair was cropped low and dyed blonde. She was wearing a loose colourful graffiti t-shirt which hugged her bra-less C-cup bosom, over ripped jeans shorts. For a second, I let the envy wash over me as I glanced down at my crisp white long-sleeved shirt and grey pleated skirt. Carla sold decorative pieces and modern African print clothing at the Art Centre and sang at the Jubilee Jazz bar to an audience of wealthy politicians on weekends for a living. She was able to afford a nice home and got to wear whatever she wanted during the week, while I worked 60-hour weeks in a skirt suit and still lived with my parents. However, I felt fortunate to still have one of my childhood best friends to hang out with routinely. Like the dating scene in Accra over the age of 30, female friends were also slim pickings as they all disappeared into domestic life after marriage. Somehow, fun edgy Carla insisted that she was living vicariously through me and kept pestering me for details about my date with Fiifi.

“What do you want me to say? We had a nice dinner and some wine and talked about life.” I avoided her eyes.

“Girl! I wanna hear about dessert though!” I burst out laughing at her ridiculous imitation of an African American accent.

Chills cut through my belly, the kind you got on a roller coaster ride, as flashes of the night before came back to me. I was hunched over the back of the sofa and my black dress had ridden up above my waist. Fiifi paused for what felt like a lifetime behind me before pulling my panties to the side and holding on to them like an equestrian gripping on to the reins of a prized thoroughbred. He whistled at the sight of my naked derrière and I felt a cool breeze against my exposed skin. Without warning he grabbed my waist and pushed up against me. The delicious pain shot through my abdomen, my thighs, then down my leg as I felt the first short thrusts. He started off with a slow rhythm, then gradually picked up speed until he was slamming into me. The clash of my wetness and wobbling behind against his muscular thighs created a slurping slapping melody that drove us both wild. “Please” I whispered urgently through gritted teeth. I wasn’t sure what my pleas were for but he seemed to understand because he smacked my ass in response and it sent fresh ripples of ecstasy through my body. He let go of my waist and gathered my braids into a pony tail pulling them towards him and arching my back. I screamed as the thrusts got deeper and felt a little ball of fire growing in my stomach causing me to hungrily push back against him. My vaginal walls instinctively clenched around his throbbing member trying to absorb every ounce of sensation from each movement. Out of nowhere he stopped and bent over to kiss me. I moaned and kissed him back hungrily.

“Seriously, you’re not gonna tell me?” Carla was jabbing at my shoulder now, snapping me out of my reverie. Akua had stopped filing my nails now and was waiting to hear my response too. “Fine, we might have made out a little bit.” I conceded, still flustered. Akua returned to her filing, evidently bored.

“Sena!! You’re so bad. You guys are like a thing now. When’s the wedding?”

“Hehehe. Oh we’re taking things slow. He literally just got divorced.”

“Good point. Things could get complicated. I think you should just try and have fun. You’re always so uptight.”

“Here we go again. Not all of us have sugar daddies sponsoring us low key.” I teased, knowing full well that Carla preferred women. Still she had gotten pregnant five years ago with a former minister who helped set up her shop.

“I wish! I get a few tips here and there but Amina is starting kindergarten soon and that means I need to step it up and make some more money.”

“Wow, she’s grown up so fast. Are you going to reach out to Jessica?”

Jessica, Carla and I had been dorm mates at St. Maria’s High School. Jessica had always intimidated me with how strictly she adhered to the school rules and how often she would scold Carla and I for being late to mass or for not making our beds before class when she was appointed school prefect. Somehow, she and Carla had gotten along fabulously even though Carla was the biggest deviant in our class. 

One night I had snuck out of class during prep time, our mandatory night study session, to take a nap in our dorm room. Light sucking sounds greeted me in the darkness as soon as I opened the door - the silhouette of two young women rolling around on Carla’s bed playing out before me. Jessica and Carla panicked when I let out a cough thinking it was our house mistress. They later begged me not to tell a single soul and I had remained tight-lipped for over a decade. Nevertheless, Jessica had never forgiven me for walking in on them and had only grown more distant over the years as if it were somehow my fault for discovering their secret.

“She’s Sister Jessica now, don’t forget.” Carla corrected me. “Yes, I have an interview with her on Friday. Wanna come with? I might need backup.”

“Err…ok. If you insist.  I’m still not sure why even you need to go through an interview process to enrol your child.” Carla knew Jessica and I didn’t quite get along. We had even less in common now that she was a nun and the headmistress of a catholic preparatory school.

“Oh I think it’s just a formality. Any excuse to see me, I guess.” Carla and I both giggled knowingly.

[1] Means Thank you in Akan.

[2] A festive traditional blouse for women

[3] A popular saying meaning “Except with God”, a longer translation meaning something can only be accomplished with God’s help

[4] Lower unit of Ghanaian currency, no longer in use.