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This is Love (Chapter Eight): Whispers of Wolves
Notes: Heyo, since A) I took a break and B) it’s friday the thirteenth, as it was when I posted the first chapter of this is love back in January, I decided to go ahead and post chapter 8 today. Chapter 9 is already done and I’ll be beginning work on chapter 10 soon, as this is my current hyper fixation. I hope you all enjoy.
Word Count: 8671
Chapter Warnings: Oh boy we got some shit today my dudes! Stories/Reference of Past Child Abuse, Animal Death In the Context of Hunting, Homphobic Slurs/Homphobia towards lesbians, and referenced past anti-Semitism. Less important but there’s a pov change and like three different quotes in this chapter, from the Book of Joseph, and two different songs, which is probably a lot but I ain’t editing this shit anymore
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Pain cracks through Joseph’s skull late that night, shooting across from each temple, seeming to split his head apart. He sits on the edge of his small bed, a modest bedroom in the back of his church. He knows what it means, he’s grown accustomed to the sharp ringing pain, visions always come with it. They’ve started to come more frequently since The Lamb arrived.
He grabs at his head, as if he could press hard enough to keep his skull together as pain racks him, an instinctual reaction. Pain strikes through and breaks the reality of the world around him, closed eyes starting to see visions of what could be, images of what may await him.
A world anew surrounds him; one changed by the Collapse and washed of sins. Lush and natural, even more beautiful than the world that came before it. Vibrant pink flowers decorate the earth, thick green moss covering trees. A soft pink flowered apple tree stands at the center of the compound, white buildings replaced with hand made little houses.
Men and women are all around, working around New Eden. Parents playing with their children, carrying their babies; loyal followers allowed to pass through the gates and grow their family. Some members bring back hunted animals to be prepared for meals and others tending to gardens.
And then he sees his brothers and sister.
A fact that changes time and time again as his visions come to him in waves. He’s seen New Eden with and without them. He’s seen each of his siblings die time and time again, old and young, premonitions of what will be or what could be.
In this version, this vision, he’s been allowed his siblings. Faith, Jacob, and John talk at a distance where Joseph can’t quite hear the words, only taken in the moment. Jacob and John’s ages showing more clearly in the gray just starting to pepper their hair.
A voice rises above all others, cutting through the mumbled conversation through the compound, and Joseph knows it’s calling towards him. The soft voice calls him a name similar in meaning to his title, but it cuts to his heart so differently.
“Papa!”
Through the eyes of his older self, he can only watch and take in what happens, no control as he turns to see the source. A young boy of about five comes running towards Joseph, bright blue eyes and an even brighter smile. Joseph’s body moves of it’s own volition reaching out to hug his son, his son, but before he can feel the embrace of his child the world cracks apart again.
Pain splinters through the world and rips him from the moment, when he opens his eyes again he’s back in his room. And his hands itch to hold his son who’s yet to exist, instead he rubs at his temples, fingers knotting in his own hair as he attempts to soothe the agony within his own head. The only respite being what he hopes is a new promise from his creator. A chance for his family to not only walk with him to New Eden, but the chance to expand it.
He’ll have a son. The very idea soothes his pain and is like a salve to frayed nerves. Becoming an internal mantra as he eases himself back to sleep that night.
Sweat coats Dahlia’s skin as she does another push up, her muscles aching at the workout. She shifts to lay on her back on the living room floor, t-shirt riding up her sweaty stomach. Her second day of no work has turned into an impromptu work out, push up and using doorways for chin-ups. She uses her shirt to wipe sweat off her forehead before grabbing her phone to check the time. Dahlia must have gotten her way through the day, it has to be late by now.
“Fucking hell.”
It’s noon, it’s only fucking noon.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” She screams into a pillow, how the fuck is it only noon? Dahlia looks at the mess of her coffee table, trying to consider what to do just to eat at her time, she could draw again. But her hand is still cramping. She read somewhere you’re suppose to do warm up for drawing, she’ll have to start doing that.
Then she sees the Book of Joseph, her drawing still sticking out of it. She’s burned through her backlog of manga on her phone and fuck, it’s something to do. Joseph seemed like a genuinely sweet man, maybe he has something interesting to say. Music still blasting, because everything in her life requires a soundtrack, she opens the book.
“Bless the name of those who have dealt you blows.
Be grateful to those who have caused you harm.
For it is these sufferings that have led you to me.”
The first sermon in the book, she chews her lip, it’s not that much different from things Joseph told her yesterday, that he’s thankful her past led her to him. But, something rubs her wrong about the idea of being grateful for her abuse. Not for her, she plans on dying mad about it. She reads onward, an illustration of a flaming capital building surrounded by waves with someone drowning in the foreground. That’s…dramatic.
“If a person had been walking down the poorly maintained road out front of the Seed’s house on that afternoon in June and felt the strange urge to glance over, they would have witnessed a bizarre sight.
They would have seen a man dress in black pants and a white undershirt, frothing with anger, brandishing a comic book in one hand and a bible in the other at his son, a child of about ten. But no one had been down this in the poor suburb of Rome, Georgia, in a long time. Not ice cream trucks, not social service cars, not even police patrols.”
Dahlia stops almost three pages in as Joseph begins to write about a dying widow who once gave him and Jacob cakes before she grew sick. The picture he’s painted is far too clear and hits too close to home for her to continue, at least for the moment. A belligerent bible thumping drunk of a father who derided Joseph for loving Spiderman comics and beat Jacob’s back for the younger brother’s supposed misgivings.
Father Monroe, her stepfather, wasn’t quite the ruddy faced sloppy drunk that Old Man Seed was. But when Joseph describes Jacob offering his back up for a beating, she nearly feels the bite of leather against her own. Stripes for the backs of fools, is all she hears.
She wants to talk to Joseph, she realizes, thinking of both the beginning sermon passage and how their own pasts match up. Does he really bless the man who hurt him? Is he grateful for Old Man Seed? Maybe that kind of forgiveness and peace with it comes with age or is it just him? Ruth has a similar story as well, a little older than Dahlia, and she holds on to the same anger Dahlia does. Has Joseph managed to let it go? Does he still like Spiderman? Did his father beat the passion for comic books out of him or does he still enjoy them? Its hard to imagine, the intense Joseph Seed casually reading a comic book.
Less than three pages is a pathetic excuse for reading and didn’t pass much time, but it’s intense for her. So, she’d rather just…stare at the wall for a bit until she’s ready to tackle it again.
It’s Saturday night, Pratt and Hudson won’t be going to The Spread Eagle tonight, because no work. Meaning a rather mundane day with no interruptions. Other than a short walk, Dahlia spends the rest of it fucking around on her phone and watching shitty tv; passing out after downing an unevenly heated microwave meal.
Sunday morning rolls around, spent much like the last, Dahlia using her down time and excess energy to work out. It’s important to stay on top of exercising and staying in shape, given her profession, she makes a mental note to order some weights online. There’s not really a proper gym in the county and she doesn’t want to lose muscle.
She’s in the middle of another round of pushups when there’s a knock at her door; she jumps up from her position, skin still slick with sweat as she rushes towards the door. Finally, something to disrupt the monotony.
It’s Pratt standing on her porch, hazel eyes looking her over. She’s expecting a shitty comment on her appearance, dressed in shorts and a baggy shirt, hair mussed with sweat.
“You need something?” She asks him, slightly out of breath. Dahlia lifts the bottom of her shirt, using it to wipe sweat from her face, breeze skimming the bare skin of her stomach.
“What the hell has you sweating, Rook?” The older deputy chews his lip, avoiding eye contact for a moment.
“I was working out.”
“With a head injury? Seriously?”
“The fuck else am I suppose to do?”
“Figured you’d be bored out of your mind, reason I’m here,” he grins, “throw some clothes on and we can head out.”
“You mind if I shower first?” She asks, while she’s not sure where he plans on dragging her but she’d rather not stink like sweat while she’s there.
“Uh, yeah, sure that’s fine.”
“You wanna wait in here?”
He nods and Dahlia steps aside to let Pratt into her trailer, it’s not the most tidy of place because, well, she’s not the most tidy of people. She can feel the judgement starting to build up as Pratt looks around her messy living room. A pillow and blanket haphazardly on the couch; her duffle bag on the ground with clothes falling out of it. Her table has her sketchbook, thankfully closed, and the Book of Joseph is tucked under it. It’s a messy little nest, but it’s hers.
“Are you sleeping on your couch?”
“Uh, yeah, it’s just, I prefer it,” she explains with a shrug, not really sure how to elaborate on her weird feeling about sleeping in a bed.
“You have a bed, right?”
“Yes, I have a bed, I just, shut up. I don’t barge into your house and start judging how you live,” she pinches the bridge of her nose, “just sit down, I’ll be back in a minute.”
Dahlia grabs a change of clothes, hearing the couch springs creak as Pratt sits down. It’s weird seeing someone in her trailer. The closest she’s had to visitors have stayed on her porch. Pratt is the first person to be in her actual trailer, he looks immensely out of place and judging by his eyes glancing around, he seems to feel that way too. She tries not to think too hard about it, making a beeline to her bathroom.
She tries to keep her shower short, not wanting to make Pratt wait too long and not wanting him to snoop while he’s left alone. That doesn’t stop her from playing music as she showers, just limiting herself to two songs before she jumps out. A quick dry off and she tugs on her clothes, towel still on her damp hair as she walks back out to her living room.
Pratt, sure enough, has found something to snoop through. Dahlia grimaces at the sight of him picking through her little jewelry box of photos. Was he rifling through her dufflebag? She clears her throat, smirking when he jumps up.
“I was just-”
“Snooping,” she cuts him off, ruffling the towel over her hair.
“It fell out of your bag.”
“No it didn’t.”
“It did...after I kicked it a little, but it did fall out.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she snatches the little wooden box off the table, Lloyd and Caroline’s photo booklet was on top, so at least she probably avoided him seeing baby photos.
“You, uh, don’t look much like your parents. You adopted or something?”
She can’t help but chuckle as she puts it away; she can’t blame him for thinking Lloyd and Caroline must be her parents. The pair are both about Whitehorse’s age and why else would she have so many photos with a couple that age. But, the couple absolutely look nothing like her. Both fairer skinned and blue eyed; Lloyd with dark strawberry blonde hair and Caroline with light honey blonde locks. Short of some shenanigans the chance of them producing an olive skinned, brown eyed brunette is slim. And while the couple have their share of adopted children; Dahlia isn’t one of them.
“No.”
“Oh, uh…” She can nearly see the gears turning in Pratt’s head, her usual one word style of answering has put Caroline’s devotion in question and Dahlia won’t have that.
“They’re not my parents; legally or biologically.”
“Oh, you just hang out with old couples?”
“Maybe, maybe not, ain’t really any of your business,” she shrugs, “more importantly, where the hell are we supposed to be going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I don’t trust your surprises.”
“Would you rather sit here and twiddle your thumbs all day?”
“Fuck no.”
“That’s what I thought, you ready to go then?”
“Yeah, yeah,” she throws the damp towel onto her laundry chair before shoving her feet into her boots, “lets get going.”
She locks up behind Pratt then follows him out to his car. Compared to the last time she was in his car, this is infinitely more relaxing. She hums along to the radio, resisting the urge to sing along. He probably already heard her yelling along to her music in the shower, she doesn’t need to blast his eardrums at close range. After one song ends and another shittier one begins she starts to fiddle with the radio setting.
“The driver is supposed to pick the music,” Pratt tells her as she flips through stations, trying to find a station playing something other than country.
“The driver needs to worry about the road, while I find something worth listening to.”
“Yeah, ‘cause your taste in music is so good.”
“I have excellent taste in music,” she turns to one station and it sounds like a choir.
Help me, Faith
Help me, Faith
Shield me from sorrow
From fear of tomorrow
“Turn that crap off, right now.”
“The hell is that?” It’s not a bad song like technically speaking, but it’s definitely a bit much.
“Peggie station, it's all crap, Eden’s Gate runs it. It’s all their choir music and sermons.”
“Gross, but the song ain’t that bad.”
“You might wanna have your head checked again.”
“Piss off.”
She finds something better, even if she doesn’t necessarily mind Eden’s Gate music, she’d rather listen to something without fear of a sermon coming up after. At the very least, Pratt doesn’t complain about her choice, a few more songs playing before they cross into Holland Valley.
“How’s your impromptu vacation been going?”
“Boring.”
“That’s what I thought,” he laughs, “figured you’d be going stir crazy by now.”
“So, you decided to come end my boredom?”
“No need to sound so excited,” Pratt rolls his eyes, not appreciating her lackluster response.
“Sorry, I, uh, do appreciate it,” she admits, looking out the windows, cheeks warming at it. It’s embarrassing to say that she is genuinely thankful. Hell she nearly jumped up and ran to the door like a dog when he knocked. Boredom is hell.
“Oh, it’s fine, I was bored too.”
They pull into the police station parking lot and she raises an eyebrow at him as he parks. He’s taken her to work? What on earth is he planning?
“Don’t look at me like that, you’re gonna enjoy this, c’mon.”
She follows him out and around the building to the helipad she noticed before, a black police grade helicopter on it. He doesn’t hesitate to climb into the pilot's seat, telling her to get in. She listens, climbing into the seat next to him. It looks like a mess of buttons and controls to her, none of them making sense. But Pratt confidently starts turning switches, lights coming to life in front of her. They’re going for a helicopter ride, holy shit.
“Pffft,” Pratt huffs out a laugh, “we’re not even in the air yet and you’re already grinning.”
“This is okay, right? Like, no one will mind.”
“I’m the only person at the station who can fly, so if they needed it, they’d be calling me anyway. Don’t worry.”
“I’m fine, I just wanted to know I can enjoy this guilt free.”
“And lift off,” Pratt says as he brings the chopper up off of the ground. The station grows smaller and smaller as they ascend up into the air.
“Wow…” Is all as can seem to say at first as the chopper kisses the sky.
They’re surrounded by a bright blue sky and puffy white clouds as Pratt flies across the county. Lush green forests and farms beneath them, mountains along the edges of the county. A top down view of animals running through, specks in their vision. She oohs and awes, unable to help acting like an excited child over the view. They fly along the county, Pratt is kind enough to answer her stupid questions about flying, what buttons and switches mean. She’s certain to a seasoned pilot her naïve question must be frustrating, but he grins with every answer. Before she knows it the sky around them has shifted to an awash of pinks and purples, the sun setting, before a midnight sky takes it place. Brilliant stars twinkling around them, feeling so close, like she could reach out and touch Andromeda.
Once it gets too late, Pratt lands back at the station, her cheeks ache from all the time smiling. He drives her back to the trailer park, the pair in comfortable silence as she hums along to the radio. Her thoughts drifting off as they are so quick to do. Pratt and her butted heads a bit when they first met, but he’s quickly become her closest friend in the county. Their light-hearted bickering and shenanigans have become her favorite part of her days in Hope County.
He walks with her to her trailer, shoulders brushing occasionally as they move. She turns to look at him when they reach her door. Dahlia clenches and unclenches her hands searching for what she wants to say.
“Thanks, a lot, really.”
“You like flying that much?”
“Not just for that, not to be all mushy and crap, but coming out here, keeping me from going nuts, being my friend. It, uh, means a lot, seriously.”
“Eh,” he scratches at the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes, “just watching out for you, probie.”
“Well, I appreciate it, I, uh, know I’m not the easiest person to get along with.”
“No one in this county is.”
“Good to know I fit in, I guess.”
“Uhh, you’re getting there, once you start stinking like beer all day and have a house full of deer heads, we’ll call it good.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she grins, “night.”
“Night.” She waves Pratt off before going back to her trailer to settle in for the night.
Monday is spent showing up to the station just to play with Petunia behind the building; just laying on the ground while the fluffy opossum crawls on her. She scratches along the marsupial’s back as they nuzzle into her neck.
“Aren’t you supposed to be home relaxing or something?” Beau asks and Dahlia shifts her head back to look at him.
“I am relaxing, what are you doing?”
“Well, everyone asked me to go see what that weirdo deputy was doing, so here I am.”
“Oh no, you hear that Petunia,” she looks at her opossum friend, “people think I’m weird.”
“Yeah, talk to the ‘possum, that’ll really show ‘em.”
She sticks her tongue out at him and he just rolls his eyes, leaving her alone for the moment. Pratt and Hudson invite her out to The Spread Eagle once the sun starts to set, but a steady throbbing ache has built in her head, she skipped pain meds. And the idea of the jukebox booming in her skull makes her turn it down for the night, once she’s back to work she’ll treat them to a meal there, she decides on the quiet ride home.
Dahlia wakes up the next day and decides to finally take that hike, wanting to explore some of the mountains and woods that surround the county. The brunt of the trails seem to be within the Whitetail Mountain area up north, the mountains in the Henbane are mostly around that statue and as much as she likes Joseph more than before; the statue is still creepy.
She tucks her sketchpad, pencils, water, and her pain meds in the storage under her motorcycle seat before she drives up to the mountains; the north section of the county is colder, a chill from the air as she rides up. She stops in at an Old Sun Outfitters, buying a little black backpack to carry her stuff in when she hikes.
The woods around her get thicker and thicker as rides further into the mountains, land growing steeper with every minute, civilization sparser and sparser; buildings harder to find, just peeks of wood or cement through trees. The trees clear on her right as a turn of the road leads her to a large parking lot with little hutch and a sign that says, ‘rest area’. The hutch says Valley View Overlook. It’s built at the top of a plateaued piece of land, not as towering as the mountains in the distance, but higher than the meager hills of the valley or river. She parks her motorcycle and packs the bag before taking in the view.
A small navel high fence, she imagines waist high for others, keep animals or children from just running off the side of the mountain. It’s a beautiful sight; she can see why the lot is named after it. She takes a deep breath of fresh mountain air looking out at the soft blue sky that meets the mountains in the horizon; the deep green forests further down. Air so clean and refreshing, but for some reason she finds herself pulling out a cigarette, to fill her lungs with smoke. Too much good needs a bad, she supposes. She watches the white clouds and birds flying through, as she lets smoke settle heavy in her lungs, only parting from the sight when her cigarette threatens to burn her fingers.
She follows along a little beaten trail through the woods, kicking up rocks and crushing grass underfoot as she lets the trees surround her. Grass rustles around where animals sneak through; deer running through, other hikers crossing her path, and hunters packing bucks back home with dogs sniffing along after them.
It doesn’t take long for her to go off the path, just walking in any direction that catches her interest. Deeper and deeper into the woods, following divots and drop offs, walking along the occasional stream of water that passes through the area. Her feet and head start to ache as hours pass, the cool air no longer able to chill her body as exertion coats her skin in sweat.
A hunting stand, one of many, is within the woods. Gray metal built around a tree with a ladder leading up. It’s empty, but if a hunter really needs it, she’ll move along. She climbs up curling her legs under her on the stand as she pulls off her back pack and red flannel, the sleeves now sweaty after her walk. Dahlia ties it around her waist, feeling the cool air on her skin as she takes a deep breath.
She takes a deep swig of water and one of the pain killers. There’s a crush of grass and she looks up to see a group of deer a short distance from the stand. A fawn and what may be younger deer, with a buck among them. The buck’s fur grayer in color than the richer warmer brown of the others. Dahlia gets out her sketchpad and pencils, balancing them on her knee as she takes the drawing the creatures. A calm energy and flow falls over her as she draws, the only sound the animals rustling within the woods. She’s better at drawing people than animals, she realizes, when she can’t quite get the right slope of the buck’s muzzle, but she doesn’t stress herself over it. No one will ever see her wonky deer. She looks up; the buck has gotten much closer, shuffling near the stand.
Dahlia puts her sketchbook aside, half finished wonky deer abandoned, as she moves to lay on her belly over the edge of the hunter’s stand. She stretches her hand out, his antlers high enough for her fingers to just brush the velvety texture. But that’s not what she’s after, wanting to pet the stags head. Dahlia shifts to a knee and a foot, she forces the fingers of one hand into the grating to keep a solid grip on the stand. She leverages herself to lean further and further out, stretching a hand out and nearly hanging completely off the stand. Her fingers just centimeters away from touching the stag’s head.
The fuzz of fur brushes across her fingers and the soft brown eyes looking up at her go blank; blood spraying from the side of the buck’s head as it’s body goes limp to the ground. She can’t help but jump back and fall on her ass; gasping at the now dead deer in front of the stand, the rest of them have scattered at the sight.
Maybe she should have expected it, being in hunter territory, but the closeness of it still startles her. There’s a heavy thud of boots, steady consistent footfalls crushing branches and grass beneath them. Ginger hair with shaved down sides and an army jacket; Jacob Seed.
This is likely the only time she’ll ever be taller than him, watching him from the stand as he shifts a bright red rifle from his hands to on his back. It seems so vivid and ostentatious compared to his utilitarian style of dress. There’s a childish urge to jump on his back and scare him. But, they don’t know each other well and he’s a veteran, so she can’t know how he’d react to the sort of thing. Maybe a boo would be okay, just something small?
“You enjoying the show, honey?”
Dahlia jolts, taken aback by the sudden acknowledgment. She tucks a strand of hair back behind her ear and chews her lip watching as he starts to gather up the slain deer; then he looks up at her, blue eyes sharp and harsh. All the masculine Seeds have blue eyes and intense stares; but Jacob’s gaze is colder than Joseph’s and more steady than John’s. Something almost predatory to it.
“I was drawing him,” she says after a moment, looking down at the stag.
“And I was hunting him.”
“Still would have appreciated another minute or two,” she says as she grabs her bag, throwing the sketchbook back inside before she jumps off the stand.
“So, you could flail around and try to pet him for another five minutes.”
“Hey,” she pouts, she was caught hanging from a hunting stand like the child she is, but, “wait, you saw me?”
He gives a vague grumble of agreeance, more preoccupied with tying up the hooves of his latest hunt to make it easier to carry.
“And you still shot? You could have shot my hand off.” Has this man never taken a gun safety course, she catches a glimpse of the scope on his rifle, there’s no way he didn’t see how close his shot was to her hand. He chuckles, dry and deep, mocking her.
“Relax, if I wanted to shoot you, you’d be dead by now.”
“Wow, that’s not comforting.”
“Wasn’t trying to be,” he says, standing up and packing the giant deer over his shoulder, like it’s nothing.
Dahlia reaches out to touch it, fingers brushing through soft fur, no warmth beneath it. She might as well be petting a rug. Jacob starts to walk off and she doesn’t know why, but she follows him. Hands clasped behind her back and walking heel to toe after him. Maybe it’s just because she’s curious about him. He’s the only one of the Seeds not to take a strange interest in her for whatever reason.
He doesn’t say anything at first, allowing her to follow along after him. Leaves and grass crush under foot as she follows along behind him, curious as to where he’s going or doing. She’s not sure what she expects, but it’s something to do if nothing else.
“You got somewhere to be?”
“Not really, no.” She tries to crane her head around, trying to get a better look at his face to gauge his reaction, but their height difference is too big to truly do so. The man has to be around a foot and a half taller than her; he seems even taller than the sheriff.
“Well, I do, so get out of here.” Her smirk drops, she was hoping to see him get more agitated like the youngest Seed brother, but his voice doesn’t rise. Staying the same steady deep timbre.
“Where are you going?”
“Nowhere you need to be, sweetheart.”
“The nicknames aren’t really necessary.” She can’t help but say, wrinkling her nose in annoyance, the condescending way he calls her sweetheart and honey make her nauseous.
“Neither is following me like a lost puppy dog; but here you are.”
“I’m bored.”
“Not my problem.”
“You killed my only entertainment, so it is now.”
He comes to a sudden stop and Dahlia has to stop herself from running into his back; she doesn’t particularly want deer corpse on her face. He turns to face her; expression still the same stern look he usually carries, and she misses his grin when he was talking to kids at the barbecue.
“Look here, deputy, sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong and irritating me isn’t a habit you want to form. Get out of here.”
“Oh no,” she rolls her eyes, “I’m really scared.”
“Keep pushing, sweetheart, won’t get you anywhere.”
“God, you’re no fun.”
“Wasn’t trying to be.”
“Jacob is something wrong,” a voice cuts through their conversation, rough and masculine. And Dahlia see the long-haired man and short haired girl from the barbecue; the ones who shot her dirty looks when she talked back to Jacob.
“Nothing you need to concern yourselves with.”
“What are you doing here?” The woman asks Dahlia directly.
“Standing.”
“Fallon,” Jacob says the woman’s name, stern tone making her posture snap straighter, “I said it’s none of your concern. Let’s go.”
The three of them start to leave down a path; Fallon and the long-haired man have heavy bucks they pack as well. A hunting trip for Jacob and his…friends? Are they friends? That didn’t seem like friendship, but Dahlia is far from an expert on the matter. She offers a goodbye wave; but Fallon just rolls her eyes. Their steady footfalls leaving the deputy behind.
Well, it staved off the boredom for a while she supposes.
Dahlia lets out a huffy sigh, blowing loose strands of hair from her face as she begins back down the path she came. The sun is setting by the time she’s back to the parking lot and climbing on top of her bike.
Her stomach is growling by the time she’s driving down a main road, she sees the sign for The Grill Steak as she reaches the intersection. Dahlia pulls in, letting her stomach guide her actions, as she’s one to do.
It’s a small restaurant packed with groups of people from friends to families; she can feel the heat of the grill radiating through, the smell of her making her stomach growl. She settles into a booth by herself, when she reads through it the menu is full of gamey meat burgers and steaks. No signs of beef or pork; it’s all bison and deer. She wonders if the cook hunts everything himself, it wouldn’t surprise her, given what she’s seen of the county. He can hear the cook yelling something she can’t understand from the kitchen. Dahlia settles on ordering a cola and a deer burger; thinking about the hunted stag she saw Jacob kill.
As she waits on her food, the chatter of a group catches her ear. They’re not from Hope County; the different cadences of how they speak mingled with fancy latin technical terms tells her as much. Trying to be discreet; she glances at them over her shoulder. A group of four; two women and two men all around the same age. Dahlia’s not the brightest bulb in the pack by her own admission, but when she hears the words corvids and lupine, she realizes they’re talking about animals. It doesn’t shock her, given the abundance of wildlife in the county, certainly people would come to research them.
The door to the restaurant swings open and a man comes walking in, shoulders back and footfalls confident. It reminds her clearly of Jacob, the walk of a soldier, though this man isn’t quite as intimidating a figure. Older than Dahlia, though most people are, with a full dark beard and long scraggly dark hair. He doesn’t bother to take a seat at a booth or look at a menu, only giving a single wave to the cook in the back as he makes a beeline to the group. Dahlia shifts a little further down into her booth, not that anyone could truly tell she’s eavesdropping, but it gives a little more secrecy to it.
“You the conservationists?”
“Yeah, we’re studying the wildlife here… And you are?”
“Eli, not here to ‘cause trouble or anything like that, just wanted to give some friendly advice.”
“Friendly advice?”
“You need to watch yourselves out in those woods.”
“Pffft.”
“We’re well aware of how dangerous the wildlife out here can be. You-”
“No, you aren’t. There’s wolves-”
“And bears and mountain lions, oh my,” one of them jokes, “look, we know what we’re doing.”
“You’re not listening, they’re not regular wolves. They’ve been trained to kill and hunt people down on sight. Even if you avoid ‘em, you get on the cult’s bad side and they’ll send ‘em after you. You gotta be careful out here.”
“Okay, sure,” the eyeroll is nearly audible, “we’ll keep an eye out for killer cult wolves, don’t worry.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, alright.”
The man, Eli walks away, and Dahlia considers stopping him. Admitting her nosiness and ask him some of the million questions going through her mind. Surely by cult, he means Eden’s Gate, right? Dahlia can’t imagine who else he could mean. They’re small and close knit, but they’re not a cult, right? Cults imply something more out there or intense; they’re just a little Christian church. Joseph may have his own book, but they still follow Christian ideas of sins and scripture.
And wolves? How could they possibly be training wolves? It’s all so ridiculous and asinine, making gears spin and churn in her head until they overheat, but it was said with such conviction. By the time she brings herself to make a noise, Eli has already left, and it’s probably for the best. It’s too crazy to be true. Maybe he’s a tinfoil hat wearing type of guy, a conspiracy theorist like the Zip guy who leaves a newsletter in every damn corner of the county, screaming about chemtrails and baby farms.
She fills her stomach, deciding to leave that as it is, finally returning to her trailer late that night. A restless night of sleep with images of wolves and deer creeping around through her brain, nothing concrete enough to latch onto, but enough to unsettle.
A boring morning leads into a boring afternoon, time blurring before the sun has set and Dahlia’s finding herself pulling up to The Spread Eagle to catch her coworkers after their shift. She’s popped enough pain killers that the throb of music and noise is welcomed instead of irritating. A smile already gracing her lips when she catches Pratt and Hudson shooting the shit in the bar’s lowlight. As she sneaks up closer to them, their conversation starts to be audible over the tunes playing through the bar.
“I bet you break before then,” Hudson says, a teasing grin directed at Pratt.
“Hey, it’s only six months.”
“Please, you’re weak and you know it.”
“How much you wanna bet?”
Dahlia strikes, throwing her arms over Pratt’s shoulders, effectively hugging him from behind and leaning her weight into him. He’s warm and Dahlia can’t fight the impulse to squeeze him a little tighter. She breathes in the faint smell of coffee and cologne that still cling to him; comforting after so much time spent around him.
“Jesus fuck, when’d you get here?” Pratt blusters and at this close of a range Dahlia can see his cheeks pinkening under the scruff of his beard. Does this bother him?
“Right now.”
“You decided to come hang out again?” Hudson asks, grinning at the flustered Pratt.
“Mmhmm,” Dahlia hums into Pratt’s shoulder, pressing her face into him, “bored.”
“Get off me,” he grumbles and reaches back to swat at her hip.
“Ugh, buzzkill,” she bitches as she detaches from Pratt and climbs onto a bar stool, “so what the hell are you guys making bets about?”
Pratt coughs, trying to dislodge something from his throat, and Hudson laughs, “yeah, Pratt why don’t you tell her about our bet?”
“Don’t worry about it, Rook.”
“We still need to set an amount.”
“Fifty,” Pratt suggests and Dahlia wants to know even more what the hell they’re making bets about.
“Mmm, hundred.”
“Fine, if you’re comfortable losing that much.”
“Anyone gonna tell me what’s going on?”
“Nope.”
“Well, that’s gonna drive me crazy now, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
She sticks her tongue out at him and orders food, stuffing her face as she listens to her coworkers fill her in on anything of interest she’s missed during her off time. It’s not much, as usual, the workload in Hope County is pretty low stakes. Hunting violations, speeding tickets, and the like. Seems like her assault is about the most interesting case in a while. Dahlia’s tempted to ask if they know anything about wolf attacks but bites her tongue before she does. Hope County is filled with wildlife, wolf attacks have no doubt occurred to some degree and if she mentions the idea of trained cult wolves, they might start to think she’s buying into the conspiracy shit.
“Stop,” Pratt says suddenly, putting hand on Dahlia’s knee, “you’re shaking the whole damn bar.”
Her leg she realizes has been bouncing the whole time, the hike helped, workouts help, but she’s still breaming with pent up energy. There’s a rustle of movement and Dahlia is drawn to the open floor near the jukebox, she’s seen a few people dance here and there, a couple now and again swaying to softer tunes while she’s been here. But, it’s more crowded tonight, people laughing and dancing together.
“People are dancing,” she states the obvious.
“It’s ladies’ night, women drink free, so everyone’s extra, uh, energetic tonight,” Hudson tells her.
An upbeat song starts and Dahlia’s up in the next breath, she needs to move, burn off excess energy. And while her favorite club in Lake Charles isn’t exactly available to her anymore, she’ll jump at the chance to lose herself in a song.
You should be wilder, you're no fun at all.
Dahlia’s singing along as she sways and shifts through the crowd, body moving instinctually to the beat. There’s a woman about Dahlia’s age, long blonde hair and brown eyes, dancing as well and the deputy finds herself gravitating towards her.
Yeah, thanks for the input.
Thanks for the call.
She asks low into the woman’s ear, so she can be heard over the music, if she can dance with her. The response is a smile, lighting up the girl’s face, a nod of her head and then she’s pulling Dahlia in by the hips.
With dull knives and white hands
The blood of a stone
Cold to the touch, right
Right down to the bone
And then she loses herself in it. In the music that fills the bar, the feeling of a stranger touching her, the slide of her feet as she moves, the way hips knock together, the scratch in her throat as she sings lyrics in the woman’s ear, their grins as they laugh and bump noses together. It’s fun and it’s silly, a reason to move and forget life for a moment.
Cause you give me the electric twist and it kicks and it kicks like a pony.
And true, you might run away with it, it's a risk it's a risk yeah.
Because it kicks yeah.
It really kicks yeah.
Dahlia spins the woman with a laugh, before pulling the woman close against her again, wide smiles and bright eyes as their foreheads touch. There’s sweat sticking to their skin as the song winds down. Panted breaths ghosting over each other’s faces as they come down from exertion.
And the touch of your lips it's a shock not a kiss
It's electric twist, it's electric twist
“How much I gotta pay to see you kiss?!” A loud voice booms out, making Dahlia and her dance partner of the night separate. There’s a man, couldn’t be older than his mid twenties, sitting at the bar with his legs sprawled open drinking a beer at the table between the bar and the dance area. His eyes linger and look over both women’s bodies
“Can I help you?” Dahlia asks and furrows her brows, glowering at the man as she draws closer.
“Oh just enjoying the show, sweetheart.”
“Not your sweetheart and I’m not a damn show.”
“Pfff, don’t get your panties in a twist,” he turns back to his table and rolls his eyes, as if Dahlia’s the problem, “fucking dykes.”
The junior deputy grits her teeth and she sees from her peripheral the woman rubbing the back of her neck, letting her bangs fall into her face looking like she’d rather disappear.
“The fuck did you call us?” She can’t stop herself from speaking, barely managing to reign her anger in enough not do something worse.
“You heard me.”
“Fuck you!”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Pratt’s voice cuts through as the man starts to turn to retort, the warmth of her coworker’s hand wraps around the clenched fist she didn’t realize she had raised.
“Is something wrong?” Mary May calls out, starting to walk out from behind the bar.
“Everything’s fine,” Pratt responds before Dahlia can say anything and when she starts to speak, he looks at her to whisper, “you’re barely three weeks into your job, you really wanna be getting into bar fights?”
“He ca-”
“I heard what he said, Rook, but it ain’t worth your job.”
“You’re right,” she gnaws on her lip and looks down on the ground, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, I get it, I just don’t want you doing anything stupid.”
“I need some fresh air.”
Dahlia leaves The Spread Eagle, noticing the woman she danced with has already vanished, unwilling to deal with the bullshit. A cool breezes ghosts over her sweaty skin as she sits down on the porch steps at the front of the bar; running her hands through her hair as she fights to ease her nerves. She digs a pack of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket
There’s a crush of footsteps as she lights one, bringing it to her lips, shiny black leather boots entering her vision.
“Dep-yoo-tee.”
“You Seeds can just smell when I’m sad, can’t you?” She teases looking up to see John, the neon bar sign setting his face aglow in the night as he chuckles at her.
“Not my intention, but if you’re in need of a talk, I’d be happy to oblige.”
“You weren’t coming out here to harass Mary May again, were you?”
“Deputy,” he puts his hand to his chest cartoonishly dramatic in his hurt, “h-harassment? That’s ridiculous. am I not allowed to visit with Ms. Fairgrave and just discuss our difference of opinions.”
His voice is ramping up in pitch as he defends himself and Dahlia can’t help but smile, appreciating the distraction from her own troubles.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure Mary May would have a different of opinion about that one. We still gotta talk about members stealing booze.”
“Our members would do no such thing; and I assure you, if there’s any harassment here, we’re the victims. We’ve been insulted, had our sermons interrupted, our practices mocked, Mary May herself once showed up our church simply to cause trouble.”
“Okay, okay, it’s a two-way street, I get it. Sit, we can chat for a bit,” she pats the section of porch step beside her and reluctantly after a beat of silence, he sits down, “so, Mary May caused trouble for you guys?”
“Yes, yes, she has and she’s not the only one; the people of this county have persecuted me and my family since we’ve been here.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, no one should mistreat you that way,” she looks him in the eye as she speaks, “and if it ever happens again, I want you to call down to the station, ask for me, and I’ll do whatever I can to help.”
“Well, it’s certainly nice to know you’re on our side.”
“Ah, ah, I’m on everyone’s side. Mary May is owed the same respect as you and your family; and if you cause issues for her, I won’t hesitate to intervene for her sake as well. I’m here to keep everyone safe. Got to treat everyone like you wanna be treated, the whole spiel.”
“I know you’re not preaching biblical principles to me, dep-yoo-tee.”
“Not biblical, just a little maturity.”
“Are you implying I’m immature.“
“You’re a grown man spatting with a woman ten or more years younger than you; throwing a tantrum and pointing fingers when you’re told to behave.”
“First of all, I’m not that old,” Dahlia raises an eyebrow at him, “don’t look at me like that, I’m 32. Secondly, I am not a child. Mary May has-“
“And if she does something again, now that I’m here, let me know and I will help. But her actions don’t justify yours.”
“Fine, I’ll be sure to hold you to that promise, then.”
“I mean it’s less a promise and more so doing my job, but alright.”
She breathes out a plume of smoke, making sure to aim away from John’s face, his blue eyes track the movement and the nicotine fumes that escape into the air. An ex-smoker, she deems as she watches him staring at her lips and the cigarette between her fingers.
“You want a smoke?” She asks, offering her pack of cigarettes.
“Smoking is forbidden in Eden’s Gate.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
Tattooed fingers pick out a cigarette and she lights it for him with a grin, watching him take a deep inhale and blowing out the smoke that fills his lungs. The soft rise of his chest and the gray clouds that billow out from parted lips. She notices for the first time the freckles on his neck and chest, shirt unbuttoned low enough to expose them. There’s thin fresh scratches along his hands and forearms, too superficial and fresh to match the deeper worn in scars, they look like cat scratches. And yeah, he seems like a cat guy.
“So, now that you’ve berated and tempted me, deputy,” he speaks after an exhale of smoke, “why were you out here pouting?”
“BREH!” She plops her back down on the porch with a vague animal long groan and throws her arms over her eyes, cigarette still between two fingers, must he remind of her own issues.
“Well that certainly wasn’t immature or dramatic.”
And she laughs, because he’s right, she can preach maturity all she wants to him. But, she’s still a brat herself. She’d justify herself with their massive age difference, because no way he’s thirty-two, but that feels flimsy at best. They’re both just two temper tantrum throwing children, hell they’re even both fibbing about their ages. Though, she suspects his own much more severe than the few months she adds to her own.
“Don’t wanna talk about it.”
“You know,” he lays back on the porch, matching her position, “I take the confessions for our church, if there’s anything you need to get off your chest, I’m the man to talk to.”
“Not much to say; guy called me a slur, I nearly throttled him.”
“Someone else’s actions don’t justify your own,” he parrots her words back to her.
“Yeah, someday I’ll follow my own advice.”
“Has that happened before?”
The gears in her brain churn, she’s been called many a thing, but her sexuality has been one of the less insulted facets of who she is.
Her stepfather, as religious as he was, was adamant on his hatred of gay people. But her own disinterest in exploring her sexuality or romance saved her from his scorn in that area, his focus more on the other various things he found deplorable about her.
Her mother’s side is Ashkenazi Jewish, and Dahlia remembers the few people of her stepfather’s church who despite her mother converting were disgusted their preacher would marry a Jewish woman. A handful leaving the church, a few sticking by just to call Dahlia and her mother slurs when their backs were turned.
The nightclub she favored in Louisiana was considered a gay bar, though not exclusive to LGBT folks. Women dancing with women, men dancing with men, men and women dancing; and a healthy amount of people who didn’t quite fit either label. Only one-night sticks out, a car speeding past the line outside the bar just to scream a slur out the window.
Maybe what bothered her most was the boldness. This wasn’t someone whispering when they thought Dahlia couldn’t hear, and this wasn’t a man just screaming out at the public as he speeds away. Just a man emboldened and willing to hurt her in front of a bar filled with people.
“We’re blocking the door.”Everything else died on her lips; unable to spill her guts.
“And we weren’t while you were lecturing me?”
Her phone buzzes in her jacket as she brings her cigarette back into her mouth, unwilling to justify her evasiveness to a man she barely knows, she answers a number she doesn’t know at all.
“Hello?” She says around her smoke.
“H-hello, is this a deputy?” A soft broken voice, she remembers from the diner, asks her and Dahlia sits up, tension pricking at the back of her neck.
“That’s me, Cassie?”
“You remember me…”
“What’s going on, are you okay?”
“Yeah, uh, I…” a beat of silence and a choked sob comes next, “no, I’m sorry, I’m, I’m not okay, I-“
“Where are you?” Dahlia’s on her feet, heartbeat in her throat as she waves off John’s furrowed brows and concern, running to her bike.
“I’m at the diner. I didn’t know where else to go…”
“I’m headed your way now, Cassie, are you safe?”
“I…I don’t know…I…”
Her voice breaks out into sobs again as Dahlia starts her engine, slams on her helmet, and switches her phone to the speaker in her helmet. The girl’s cries echoing around her as her wheels kick gravel across the parking lot, speeding out of Falls End.
#far cry 5#fc5#john seed#jacob seed#this is love#dahlia hale#joseph seed#if you ever think im like smart or competent i want you to know that everytime i post a chapter i doubt my ability to count#like i know last chapter was chapter 7 but am I reeeeallly on chapter 8 is that reaaaaalllly how numbers work
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A Ninja’s Kin
Hey guys!!!!!! It has been a long time since I’ve posted a story. I’ve been lacking motivation, but I am back with a piece dedicated to the lovely @raisukemerch. I had this amazing woman as my person in the writers/artist exchange in @voltage-vixen Kings of Paradise server. Thank you so much Kristen for organizing this whole entire event. It was so much fun to write something for someone, and getting to understand their favorite character(s). Also for just being the amazing, crazy, kind person you are!!!!!!!!! I might have went a little crazy Bunny, but it was all worth it!!!!! Writing this piece for you helped me develop a closer bond as friends with you, and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. You also got me addicted to SLBP; which I was hesitant to play because I wasn’t a fan of SAC. I will thank you forever for getting me hooked on this game!!!!!! I got to writing and I just couldn’t stop; it’s a bit longer than you were probably expecting, but YOU DESERVE ALL OF IT YOU AMAZING HUMAN!!!!! You are the best merch dealer on the planet, and you have the most amazing chicken!!!!!!!!!!! I know you have already read it in a PDF on the server, but it needs to go here so everyone can see how badass you and your family are, and how cute you and Saizo are of course!!!!!!!! I hope you enjoy it even more here on Tumblr!!!!!! I LOVE YOU BUNNY SO MUCH!!!!!!!! YOU ARE TRULY SAIZO’S LITTLE LADY!!!!!!!
Now onto the many many many thanks I have to give. I want to say thank you to @leoamber66 and @voltage-vixen for helping me get this spot on. I just started playing this game, and didn’t know everything I needed to do Saizo justice. You both helped me with that, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!! Also thank you so much Kristen for helping me with Saizo at the ending. You are the only person that has read the original version of the ending, and I am so glad you read it, and gave me feedback. I originally was only going to fix it, but after talking with you I realized it needed a complete overhaul!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lastly I want to give SUPER GINORMOUS THANKS TO @the-voltage-diaries(Zela) and @awesomeallseeingeye(Kay)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First off, Zela made this beautiful edit to go with this novel, and it is absolutely amazing!!!!!!!! Thank you so much for the POV banner, it adds a certain magic that it didn’t have before. These two outstanding ladies were with me the most while I was writing this piece. They both edited the whole entire thing to make it perfection!!!!!!!! When one of them went to sleep it was time for the other to wake up; and they helped me so much, even though they did not have to!!!!!!!! This piece would not be the way it is now without the two of you guys!!!!! THANK YOU ZELA AND KAY SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE BOTH OF YOU!!!!!!!!!! I COULD NOT HAVE DONE THIS WITHOUT YOU!!!!!!!! Also all the laughs we shared typing back and forth on the document will stay with me forever, I will never forget them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go give all these wonderful folks some love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now without further ado I present to you Bunny’s amazing family!!!! (It is in five parts to avoid having over 10,000 words on one post).
“Ha! Haru, you need to square up your shoulders to your target more if you ever want to beat me,” my oldest boy, Takeshi, chided his younger brother on his form. He had him in a compromising position to say the least, until Haru gracefully moved out of his clutches.
“I will beat you, with my shoulders squared or not,” my much younger boy growled at his older brother, knocking heads and giving him a death glare. You would think Haru was going to win this round, with how much anger he spat those words at Takeshi.
‘They get more competitive everyday,’ I giggled to myself, thinking. They were fiercely competitive, just like their father, but perhaps not as competitive as…
“Hi-ya!” Tackling both boys to the ground was my beautiful daughter Sakura. My oldest boy may be an exact copy of his father, but Sakura definitely inherited his sneaky side.
She flung herself down from a tree ending any kind of dispute between the two brothers that was sure to continue if she hadn’t.
“You both need to work on your spatial awareness if you ever want to dream of beating me.” Rising elegantly to her feet, she scolded them with so much sass I couldn’t help but be proud of her. She turned around with a quick whip of her long flowing hair, leaving both of her brothers on the ground, in a heap of grumbling mess.
“I see you have yet to outgrow your love for trees, honey,” I spoke sweetly to my girl.
She looked up at me with those big round eyes and said, “If daddy still likes trees at his age I never have to out grow trees, mommy,” punctuating ‘mommy’ in a way that was unnecessary.
I knew she would never lose her passion for trees, not when Saizo took her up one everyday to read her tales.
She walked over to the veranda in hopes of snuggling my beloved Yogurt until his eyes popped out of his head. “YOGURT!!!” She reached down to pick up the chicken and squeezed him with all her might.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!!!!” Yogurt exclaimed at the top of his lungs.
I put a hand to my face and let out a laugh. That poor chicken, his eyes were practically bulging out of his head.
With a sigh I was about to tell her to ease up on the love fest when a snarky voice called out, “Well if she ever wanted to truly defeat me she would have outgrown her idiotic delusions that she can turn her back on the enemy.”
Barreling ahead at full speed with his wooden sword above his head, Takeshi closed in on his little sister. Sakura dropped Yogurt in shock, and he hurriedly ran away, cowering under a nearby log.
Sakura tried to defend herself but she was a second too late. Takeshi already had her in his vice grip, his sword resting across her throat. “See? We both knew you could never best me.”
Pursing her pretty pink lips, Sakura desperately tried to escape his hold.
It was a test between siblings. A passion burned in their eyes, much like the way their father’s gleamed when he went into battle.
‘They are for sure his children alright.’
Everything was just the way it should be, except for one little rascal, who was missing from this picture.
“Hey don’t you dare talk to my big sister like that!” Deciding his presence couldn’t be excluded from this party anymore, Haru sped over like a torpedo ready to show his big brother what happens when you mess with his big sister.
This was only meant to be a light training session. Of course it wouldn’t turn out that way though, these were mine and Saizo’s children after all, and it was escalating quickly.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!” Brandishing his own training sword above his head just like his brother did only moments before, Haru lunged at Takeshi. In one swift movement, pushing his sister aside, Takeshi side-stepped Haru’s advances and flipped him over, back onto the ground to join his sister. “Uggggghh,” spread eagle on the ground, Haru moaned in pain. Sakura rubbed her butt, trying to ease the dull ache from her fall.
Proudly sheathing his training sword in his belt, Takeshi walked over to where Yogurt was to sooth the frightened chicken. Getting down on his knees, he held his hand out to him, “Come on, Yogurt, it’s safe to come out. That bad girl can’t hurt you anymore.”
“You see, this is why I like Haru more than you,” Sakura grimaced, gesturing to Haru, who finally was able to sit up after the ordeal he just went through. Now they were both glaring at Takeshi, who had finally managed to get Yogurt to come out of his hiding spot.
‘I think I should intervene before this gets out of control, but they are so adorable I can’t,’ Is all I could think as I watched my three young children bicker back and forth.
“You two are just jealous you are not as awesome as me,” Takeshi puffed out his eleven year old chest proudly, smirking at his younger siblings.
“Okay, okay,” I said, deciding to intervene now, “that is enough, you three. Come, let us go prepare dinner, your father should be finished with his meeting soon,” I ordered, speaking authoritatively to my rambunctious lot.
“Of course, mommy. Can we prepare him dango? Daddy loooooves dango!!!” Sakura pleaded cutely, looking up at me with her puppy-dog eyes, pulling on my robes.
“Is there any other option?” I asked with a knowing smile, taking my daughter’s hand in mine. “Come, you boys, let’s go,” I said, looking at my other two kids, only to realize my words fell on deaf ears, for my boys had their own plans in mind.
Takeshi was still standing triumphantly, petting Yogurt, while Haru was fuming at his obnoxious older brother. “Aren’t older brothers supposed to be people younger brothers look up to? If so, you are the worst older brother ever.” Stomping his little foot, Haru balled his hands up into tiny fists at his sides, giving his brother the look of a predator.
“Oh, stop being a wimp, Haru. You lost fair and square. You just need to face it; I’ve got five years on you and will always be ahead of you,” Takeshi taunted with a smirk, challenging his little brother.
“Takeshi, Haru do not speak to each other that way!” I scolded my children, an undertone of anger in my voice.
But of course, they did not hear me. Instead, Haru leaned down and picked up his weapon again, looking ready to kill. “YOU GET READY! I AM GOING TO SHOW YOU HOW ON THE SAME LEVEL WE ACTUALLY ARE!” Haru shouted, dashing forward at an incredibly fast speed… only to be met with a strong hand holding him in place.
“Are you joking right now? Is that seriously the best you’ve got?” Holding Haru with one hand to his forehand, and Yogurt in the other, it seemed like a walk in the park for my eldest son. Putting Yogurt down, Takeshi ripped Haru’s wooden blade out of his hand.
“Urrrgh. I am so going to get you!” Haru yelled at Takeshi, swinging his arms wildly to try and strike a hit on him, but to no avail.
“You boys!” I said, raising my voice at the ridiculousness of my sons, “STOP IT NOW.” ‘Did things always get like this when Saizo was training them?’ Sighing to myself, I let go of my daughter’s hand and marched right over to them.
“You poor thing. Watch and learn how the real men do it,” said Takeshi, and in the blink of an eye, he let go of Haru and swiped the sword right through his legs, knocking him on his back for the third time that day. “I. TOLD. YOU. Maybe one day you might achieve this level of awesomeness,” laughed Takeshi, holding his brother's sword high in the air, striking a pose. It was in his gloating that he did not realize he left himself so utterly exposed.
Grabbing the sword on his brother's belt, Haru used this golden moment to nail Takeshi. Blindly swinging his weapon upwards, he missed his brother's arm, instead hitting his sword and knocking it over the fence. He stood tall, eyeing his brother and even though he didn’t land a direct hit, anything was better than nothing.
“Haru, you idiot,” muttered the elder, “now the sword is all the way over there.” Grabbing his little brother by the collar, he got dangerously close to his face. Haru was, at this point, sweating, but he wouldn’t dare let Takeshi have the joy of knowing how he made him nervous. Ready to give him a piece of his mind, the elder raised his fist.
“Takeshi. Haru.” I called out, standing right in front of them. They froze at the chilly tone my voice had taken. My boys finally both seemed to notice my presence. Their heads turned in unison to witness the anger apparent on my face. I was seething. ‘Oh, how dare they ignore me.’
They both let go of each other and stood as still as statues, facing me. “Ye-yes, m-m-mother?” they whispered nervously. I could tell they were frightened, for it was one thing for Saizo to get mad, but when they made me mad, they knew just how bad they had really messed up.
With them fidgeting nervously in front of me, I finally had their full attention, so I spoke, “What is the matter with you two? I told you that was enough for today. When I told you to come, you did not come; in fact you ignored me and continued your mindless bickering. I have never seen the two of you act so hostile towards each other. You both wish to become great ninjas, but you will never with the way you are acting. I am very, very deeply disappointed with the both of you. Your father would be very disappointed with you two as well,” I said, shaking my head, “Do you hear me?”
Hanging their heads in shame, they kicked the rocks at their feet, twiddling their thumbs.
They did not answer me, and so I questioned again, louder, “Do you hear me?” The air outside dropped 30 degrees at my icey tone.
“Ye-yes m-mo-mother,” they nervously looked up at me, answering, afraid for their little lives. Any of the bravery they showed before was long gone now.
“You two are to go to bed with no supper after you finish cleaning all this mess up from your so-called ‘training’. I want it to be spotless out here. I want the dirt and grass so clean you can eat off of them.” I barked at them, too angry with them to tolerate any of their bitching, which they so happened to deliver.
Takeshi was the first to speak, “But mom that’s not fair! It is going to take hours to clean all of this up. Not just our training, but everyone else’s too! I hardly th-”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, young man.”
He snapped his mouth shut, shrinking back to the same cowering little boy he was moments before.
“Hahaha!” I heard Sakura snickering in the background.
I snapped my head around to her, “Sakura, I kindly advise you to keep your mouth shut as well, unless you wish to aid your brothers in cleaning, with no dinner.” Her big beautiful eyes went as wide as saucers. She quickly shut her mouth, her eyes suddenly seeming to find the floor of the veranda very charming.
Letting out a frustrated groan, I turned back to my boys. “Haru, go get that sword you knocked over the fence, now. Take the long way around as well. It will give you time to think about what you have done,” I spat at my baby, who had tears forming in the corners of his eyes. At this point, I just wanted to hug him and wipe those tears away, but now was not the time.
“Hahaha,” now Takeshi was the one snickering.
Glaring, I doubled down on his punishment, “You better have half of this courtyard spotless by the time he gets back, boy.”
“But-! Mom, I can’t poss-” He groaned to me, but I cut him off with a tone that demanded no response, and a glare that had the potential to pierce one’s soul.
“TAKESHI.” He bit back his words letting a small, ‘Yes, mother,’ before he dashed off to start cleaning. I turned to Haru, “What are you waiting for? Go get that sword before the sun goes down.” With that, he scampered off, not because he wanted to make it back before sunset, but because he didn’t wish for me to see his tears.
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#love 365 find your story#love 365#samurai love ballad party#SLBP#slbp saizo#slbp yukimura#slbp fanfic#fanfic#family au#fluff#saizo fluff#badass chicken#badass wife#badass mom#adorable kids#sexy ninja#YOU ARE A QUEEN AND YOU DESERVE THE WORLD BUNNY
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NaNo Update #2
title: Curse Bringer
summary:
Brianna Vale isn't afraid of the dark. She might be the only one in her family who can see the monsters who lurk in it, but she's also the only one who knows they walk among people during the day, too. Survival means following a set of rules: don't go out after dark, don't make promises, don't run if one follows you, and most important of all, don't ask questions. All of these would be easier if her parents hadn't walked out eight years ago, leaving her and her sister, Leona, into the care of their not-that-much older sister, Poppy. Its been eight years since they disappeared off the face of the earth, but Brianna and her sisters follow their rules still. So long as they do, the things that go bump in the night will leave her in peace.
Or they did until she defeated a monster in her work and found herself under the spotlight of the supernatural world she was trying to ignore. Before long, the Vale sister's find themselves embroiled in a plot where the only way to win is to face their fears. What better way to counter secretive supernaturals than write a guide on how to handle them?
words altogether: around 16,000
writing summary so far: Poppy runs a monster over. Brianna meets her future husband. Leona decides she wants to punch monsters for a living.
author’s note: AHHHHHhhhhh. idk. i got caught in some spaces over the last week, but I worked out some of the things I needed and I figured out some of my goals!
excerpt:
She threw another cereal box behind her, letting it smack into the monster’s face. It’s jaws caught it, squeezing once and shredding the box to pieces. At her work, it had only been playing with her, content to draw its pleasure at her fear. This one would kill her.
She couldn’t let it touch her.
Forgoing noise for speed, Brianna ran, holding tight to Leona, her legs protesting against the extra weight. The steps would ruin them both, she knew, but flung herself down them anyway as nausea skyrocketed through her. She and Leona tumbled down the stairs, smacking into the cold, wet ground as claws snaked through the air, catching only wisps of hair and lodging itself into the outer wall.
Leona didn’t move, still once more. Brianna clung to her wrist, hoping she hadn’t broken her sister’s neck in the fall, heart pounding and making it hard to pick up the faint traces of her pulse. No time, no time, she thought, hearing the monster strain to rip itself free, caught on something inside the walls of the house. Wires, or beams, or something she would thank later for the extra few seconds.
“Where are you? Stop hiding!” It wailed.
She grabbed Leona’s arms, wincing as her bruised body protested the movements, and dragged her to the side. The wall broke under the monster’s power, and she dropped Leona, darting to the side without her. “Hey! I’m here!” she shouted, relieved their neighbors were nonexistent, relieved that Poppy was gone and wouldn’t have to see what came next. It lumbered towards Leona, and she scowled. She stooped to pick up a pine cone and tossed it at the monster’s right eye. It’s hand shot out, smashing the pine cone to pieces, eyes darting around vaguely. “Use your ears, you big blind idiot!”
#nanowrimo#nanowrimo 2020#no the monster being blind is not an allegory for aNYTHING OKAY#it got injured earlier that's all
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Write A Go Go!
A Spirits Interlude
**
The club is packed, steamy with heated bodies, redolent with the sultry scent of sweat and top shelf vodka and expensive makeup. The DJ is on fire, the VIP section boasts several supermodels, fawn-limbed and glassy-eyed, along with a few professional athletes rowdy after several beers, and on all three levels, the bartenders are running through bottle after bottle amidst the endless line of partiers.
The man is impeccably dressed in a pin-striped blazer and a blood-red silk shirt, a felt fedora perched jauntily on the top of his tawny hair. He stays on the outskirts of the main group writhing on the dance floor, amber eyes watchful as they slide over the sinuous ripple of flesh. There’s a bachelorette party on the main floor, easily recognizable by the matching candy-pink sashes. He pauses over them-- quite tipsy, to a one, and delectable in the best way-- but large groups present their difficulties.
Almost fatefully, a voice sounds behind him, and it’s the bartender, a cute, buxom girl with curly red hair and a great smile. “What’re you having?”
The man smiles, revealing brilliantly white teeth. “Oh, well, hello. And could I trouble you for a Brandy Alexander, my sweet?”
The red-haired bartender lets out a giggle. “Coming right up. Y’know, I would have pegged you as a Scotch rocks type of guy. Not someone who’d be into sweet drinks.”
“Oh,” The man leans forward, eyes fixed hypnotically upon hers. “But I have-- very much-- a sweet tooth that can’t be denied.”
The bartender, Molly, gives him his Brandy Alexander a few moments later, and though she’s slammed, she manages to check up on him with a flattering frequency, and he learns bits and pieces about her over the din of music and cheers and glasses clinking and high heels on hard floors. She’d moved into a new place recently after her previous roommate had gotten married, and now lived with a good friend who worked for Verizon, and they kept opposite schedules. The man’s a good listener, who nods with very flattering interest at all the appropriate moments, and leaves a crisp hundred-dollar-bill on the bar after finishing his solo drink. Even for an anticipatedly busy and profitable night, it’s an eye-catching tip, and so Molly has nothing but positive feelings towards the man, who never did leave his name, unfortunately.
She’s exhausted but wired by half-past four in the morning as she’s walking out of the main doors of the club, and the streets are quiet at this hour as she makes the quick trek towards the subway station. When a shadowy figure steps into her path, she yelps-- but the alarm quickly morphs into a smile. “Oh, it’s you. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
The man, who’d been leaning against the wall, takes off his hat in a gesture almost courtly. “Oh, do not be alarmed, my sweet.” His hair, uncovered, is a thick and voluminous mane, and under the brilliance of the street lights, she sees faint freckles at his cheekbones and temples, an almost unearthly glow to his eyes. “I would never let someone else harm you.”
Something about the way he says it is a bit unnerving, and Molly takes an instinctive step back, the finely-honed wariness of one who worked late nights in the big city kicking in. “Well, good night. And.... AHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
It’s a blur of motion and terror-- she has no more than a moment to glimpse another face-- a cruel, bestial one red-eyed with hunger and terrifying with bared fangs, lunging straight toward her, and then she’s knocked sprawling, knees and elbows jarring as they hit the pavement, and there’s suddenly someone-- something-- standing between her and the predator’s teeth, a woosh of fire and silver light. She hears the snap of jaws and the sickening, shredding noise of teeth sinking in, tearing, but she’s too terrified to look up. This is how my life ends. Mauled on the sidewalk. Oh, God, I’m too young to die...
“The way of the Lord is a stronghold to the blameless, but destruction to evildoers.“ A new voice, deep and yet wrathful, breaks through her terror, and she hears the clash of something metallic striking with great enough force that the whole sidewalk shudders, then the high, eerie, yelping laugh of something not quite human.
A whistle, and then the lovely, androgynous face of a young man appears, stooping down in front of her, eyes the golden green of peridots staring into her face. “Come on, let’s get you out of here, poor girl.”
“Who are you?” Molly gasps, even as the man pulls her up with surprising strength and ushers her quickly away. Behind them, ferocious sounds of battle carry on-- ripping fabric, the patter of heavy feet, the scrape and clang of metal. “Why should I trust you? What WAS that?!”
“A friend. I was in the area, as it were,” The man smiles, and she’s quite certain that he could pass muster for Colgate commercials, and Molly finds herself breathing a bit easier. “I did call for back-up, once I figured out what was going on.”
He doesn’t say anything more, but before she can question anything further, they’re a good ten blocks away and he’s ushering her into a cab, pressing a handful of twenties into the driver’s hand. And then Molly is on her way, shaken, bruised but otherwise unhurt. She looks back through the rear windshield to see where her mysterious saviour might have gone, but the street is silent and deserted. She shivers all the way home, even after she’d burrowed under the covers in her bed, and wonders if she’ll ever feel warm and safe again.
Dawn breaks over the city and slowly it comes back to life, and on a street still gloomy, Molly’s green-eyed saviour surveys the pool of pitch-black viscera and matted fur with a grimace. “God, those things smell awful when they’re dead, don’t they?”
“Please don’t invoke Him lightly.” A tall, stalwart figure comes forth from beneath the scaffolding. Kafziel’s leather trench coat looks as though it’s been put through a wood-chipper, and there is a vicious-looking row of gashes-- four in total, equidistant, on his left forearm. “The girl is home safe, I take it.”
“Of course.” Zhen smiles in his most winning way at the Watchman, who, true to form, is supremely and almost insultingly unaffected. “Thank you, by the way. For coming, that is. I didn’t know if anyone was going to, when I called.”
“Praying is not the same as hailing a cab,” Kafziel says reprovingly, then sighs. “This city is-- special to me, I suppose. I will always defend it and its innocents. And they have no place here.” He glares at the befouled spot on the sidewalk where the Kishi finally fell, then shakes his head. “They are getting bolder. Greater in number. It is worrisome.”
“Yeah, a bit.” Zhen gives the rather grim-faced Kafziel a sideway glance. “I don’t suppose you approve of me much more than of-- that.” He points at the bubbling miasma that is only now just beginning to settle and dry in the sunlight. His changeable green eyes meet the angel’s steadfast gray ones. “I suppose I can be naughty, sometimes. And self-indulgent. But a fondness for good chocolate and magic tricks isn’t on the same level as a propensity for biting someone’s face off. And what that thing was about to do was horrid on so many levels.”
“There are greater ills than your like, Trickster.” The angel intones, then gives Zhen a long, knowing look. “Moreover, I’ve met your lady. She treated me on another occasion, after an altercation with other creatures.”
Everything about Zhen lights up at the mention, however vague, of Raina. “She’s just fantastic, isn’t she? I’m sure she took good care of you, whatever happened during that altercation. So smart, and competent, and wonderful, and beautiful. And I’m sure you’d rather I ask about the other creatures rather than wax poetic about my lady, of course, and I shall certainly do so momentarily. One must make allowances for a man in love.”
Much to Zhen’s surprise, the angel doesn’t seem affronted, and in fact, almost cracks a smile. Just the faintest quirk of lips, as though somewhere in his undoubtedly long and awe-inspiring existence, he’d seen enough to know something of love. “She did indeed take good care of me. And considering how many creatures there were...” He eyes the mess on the sidewalk, then gives Zhen a thoughtful look. “I don’t suppose you could do something to clean that up, before this area is crowded with the waking mortals.”
Zhen gives him a haughty look. “I am not a maidservant, and certainly don’t scrub up blood and guts and gore, especially not the cursed variety. The sunlight will take care of it, eventually, right?” Kafziel says nothing, simply keeps his gaze fixed upon Zhen’s, and the latter huffs, snaps his fingers. The area of sidewalk where the Kishi had breathed its last is then cordoned off with yellow caution tape, flanked with orange construction cones, and the gooey, bloody mess changes form to appear as a mess of cracked pavement and even a manhole propped open. It is certainly not the prettiest illusion he has ever made, but...
“That will suffice.” Kafziel, with an angel’s typical arrogance, does not seem the sort to dole out lavish praise. Zhen nods, then gestures the badly-torn leather trench coat on his shoulders with something akin to recklessness.
“Do you want me to fix that as well, Watchman?” He softens the sassy words with a smile. “Not the best look, I daresay.”
If angels rolled their eyes, this one’s look is almost that expression. He simply shrugs off the ruined coat, seemingly impervious to the chilly morning, and vanishes without another word with the suddenness of morning mist. Zhen chuckles, then shakes his head. “Well, thanks and have a nice morning, I guess!”
The wind picks up, a sudden gust that is vigorous but not overly cold, then dies as abruptly as it came. Zhen takes the acknowledgement-- curt but not unkind-- for what it is, and slowly makes his way back home.
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Alastair: Once upon a time
In a far-off kingdom
There lay a small village
At the edge of the woods
De:
I wish
Alastair: And in this village
De:
More than anything
Alastair: Lived a young maiden
De:
More than life
More than jewels
Alastair: A carefree young lad
Virom:
I wish
More than life
Alastair: And a childless baker
Alastair and Steven:
I wish
Alastair: With his wife
Alastair:
More than anything
Steven:
More than the moon
I wish
De:
The King is giving a Festival
Alastair and Steven:
More than life
Virom:
I wish
De:
I wish to go to the Festival
Alastair and Steven:
More than riches
De:
And the ball
Virom:
I wish my cow would
Give us some milk
De and Steven:
More than anything
Alastair:
I wish we had a child
Virom:
Please, pal-
Steven:
I want a child
Virom:
Squeeze, pal
De:
I wish to go to the Festival
Virom:
I wish you'd give us some
Milk or even cheese
I wish
Alastair and Steven:
I wish we might have a child
I wish
Royce:
You wish to go to the Festival?
Alastair: The poor girl's parents had died
Royce:
You, Decan, the Festival?
You wish to go to the Festival?
Bee:
What, you, Decan, the Festival?
The Festival?!
Drake:
What, you wish to go to the Festival?
All three:
The Festival?
The King's Festival?
Alastair: And now she lived with her stepmother
Royce: The Festival?
Ha!
Alastair: Who had two children of his own
Bee:
Look at your nails!
Drake:
Look at your dress!
Royce:
People would laugh at you
De:
Nevertheless
I still want to go to the Festival
And dance before the Prince
Royce, Bee and Drake:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Alastair: All three were beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart
The young lad had no father and his mother
Virgil:
I wish
Alastair: Well, she was at her wit's end
Virgil:
I wish my son were not a fool
I wish my house was not a mess
I wish the cow was full of milk
I wish the walls were full of gold
I wish a lot of things
(spoken)
What in heaven's name are you doing
With the cow inside the house?
Virom: I thought if he got nice and warm
He might produce some milk
Virgil: It's a she
How many times do I have to tell you
Only she's can give milk?
Alastair: And then there was a hungry little girl
Who always wore a red cape
Lucius:
I wish
It's not for me
It's for my Granny in the woods
A loaf of bread, please
To bring my poor old hungry
Granny in the woods
Just a loaf of bread, please
Royce: De, if you can pick up these lentils
And finish your chores in time
Then you may go to the ball with us
Come along children
De: Yes, Mother
Bee: Good luck
De:
Come, little birds
Down from the eaves
And the leaves
Over fields
Out of castles and ponds
Virom:
Now, squeeze, pal
De:
Ahhhhhhhhhh
Quick, little birds
Flick through the ashes
Pick and peck, but swiftly
Sift through the ashes
Into the pot
Virgil: Now listen to me well, son
Milky-White must be taken to market
Virom: But, mother, no he's the best cow in the world
Virgil: Was
She has been dry for weeks now
With no food or money
We've got no choice but to sell her
Look at her
Virom: But, Milky-White's my best friend
Virgil: Look at her
There are bugs on her dugs
There are flies in her eyes
There's a lump on her rump
Big enough to be a hump
Virom: But
Virgil: We've no time to sit and dither
While she wither's wither with her
And no one keeps a cow for a friend!
(spoken)
Sometimes I wonder what's going on in that head of yours
Lucius:
Into the woods
It's time to go
I hate to leave
I have to go
Into the woods
It's time, and so
I must begin my journey
Into the woods
And through the trees
To where I am
Expected ma'am
Into the woods
To Grandmother's house
Into the woods
To Grandmother's house
Steven: Now you're certain of your way?
Lucius:
The way is clear
The light is good
I have no fear
Nor no one should
The woods are just trees
The trees are just wood
I sort of hate to ask it
But do you have a basket?
Steven: Yes, we do
Alastair: I don't suppose you're planning on buying any of these
Steven: Oh, shhhh
Now, don't stray and be late, alright?
Alastair: You might save some of those sweets for Granny?
Oh my
Steven: Just, leave it
Alastair: She's a thief!
Lucius:
Into the woods
And down the dell
The path is straight
I know it well
Into the woods
And who can tell
What's waiting on the journey?
Into the woods
To bring some bread
To Granny who
Is sick in bed
Never can tell
What lies ahead
For all that I know
She's already dead
But into the woods
Into the woods
Into the woods
To Grandmother's house
And home before dark
Bee: De!
Drake: Get up here!
De:
Fly, birds
Back to the sky
Bee: We're waiting!
De:
Back to the eaves
And the leaves
And the fields
And the
Bee:
Hurry up and do my hair, Decan!
Are you really wearing that?
Drake:
Here, I found a little tear, Decan
Can't you hide it with a hat?
De:
You look beautiful
Bee:
I know
Drake:
She means me
Bee:
No she didn't
De:
Mother said be good
Father said be nice
That was always their advice
So be nice, Decan
Good, Decan
Nice good good nice
Bee:
Tighter!
De:
What's the good of being good
If everyone is blind
Always leaving you behind?
Never mind, Decan
Kind Decan
Nice good nice kind good nice
Bee: Ow! Not that tight!
God!
Alastair: Who might that be?
Steven: We've sold our last loaf of bread!
Alastair: It's the witch from next-door
Steven: We have no bread
Xavier: I don't want your bread
Alastair: Then what is it you wish?
Xavier: It's not what I wish
It's what you wish
Nothing cooking in that belly now is there?
And there will never be
Unless you do exactly as I say
In three days time a blue-moon will appear
Only then can the curse be, undone
Steven: What curse?
Xavier: The one I placed on this house
Alastair: What are you talking about?
Xavier: In the past, when you were no more than a babe
Your father brought his young wife
And you to this cottage
They were a lovely couple
But not lovely neighbors
You see
Your mother was with child
And she developed an unusual appetite
She admired my beautiful garden
And she told your father that
What she wanted more than anything
In the world, was
Greens, greens, nothing but greens:
Parsley, peppers, cabbages and celery
Asparagus and watercress and
Fiddle ferns and lettuce
He said, "All right,"
But it wasn't, quite
Cause I caught him in the autumn
In my garden one night!
He was robbing me
Raping me
Rooting through my rutabaga
Raiding my arugula and
Ripping up the rampion
My champion! My favorite!
I should have laid a spell on him
Right there
I could have turned him into stone
Or a dog...
Or a chair...
But I let him have the rampion-
I'd lots to spare
In return, however
I said, "Fair is fair:
You can let me have the baby
That your wife will bear
And we'll call it square."
Alastair: I had a brother?
Xavier: No. But, you had a sister
Alastair: Where is she?
Xavier: She's mine now!
And you'll never find her
Small price to pay for what
Else your father stole from me
It cost me my youth, my beauty
My mother warned me
She would punish me
With the curse of ugliness
If I ever lost any of them
Alastair: Lost what?
Xavier: The beans
Alastair and Steven: Beans?
Xavier: The special beans
I'd let him go, I didn't know
He'd stolen my beans
I was watching him crawl
Back over the wall
Then bang! Crash!
A lightning flash!
Well, that's another story
Never mind-
Anyway, at last
The big day came
And I made my claim
"Oh, don't take away the baby,"
They shrieked and screeched
But I did
And I hid her
Where she'll never be reached
And your father cried
And your mother died
When for extra measure-
I admit it was a pleasure-
I said, "Sorry
I'm still not mollified."
And I laid a little spell on them-
You, too, son-
That your family tree
Would always be a barren one
Alastair: How could you do that?
Xavier: And when your mother died
Your father deserted you
Your father was no father so why should you be?
So there's no more fuss
And there's no more scenes
And my garden thrives-
You should see my nectarines!
But I'm telling you the same
I tell kings and queens:
Don't ever never ever
Mess around with my greens!
Especially the beans
Virom: Yeah, but why do we have to go to the next village?
Virgil: Because, everyone in this village
Knows the cow hasn't given a drop of milk in weeks
Virom: That's cheating!
Virgil: We're starving, Vi!
Don't you understand that?
Now, you're not to accept less than five pounds for her
Are you listening to me?
Virom: Yes
Virgil: How much are you to ask?
Virom: No more than five pounds
Virgil: Less than five!
Virom: Than five!
Virgil:
Into the woods
The time is now
We have to live
I don't care how
Into the woods to sell the cow
You must begin the journey!
Straight to the woods
And don't delay
We have to face
The marketplace
Into the woods to journey's end
Virom:
Into the woods to sell a friend
Xavier:
You wish to have
The curse reversed?
I'll need a certain
Potion first
Go to the woods and bring me back
One: the cow as white as milk
Two: the cape as red as blood
Three: the hair as yellow as corn
Four: the slipper as pure as gold
Bring me these
Before the chime
Of midnight
In three day's time
Tis' then the blue moon reappears
Which comes but once each hundred years
Just bring them and
I guarantee
A child as perfect
As child can be
Go to the wood!
Royce: Children
Our carriage waits
De: Now may I go to the Festival?
Royce:
The Festival?
(sung)
Darling, those nails!
Darling, those clothes!
Lentils are one thing but
Darling, with those
You'd make us the fools of the Festival
And mortify the Prince!
De: The Festival lasts three nights
Surely, you could let me be there for one of them
Royce: The King is trying to find his son a wife!
Not a scullery maid!
We must be gone!
Go!
De:
I wish
Steven: Beans?
These must be the witch's beans!
We'll take them with us
Alastair: We?
Steven: Yes!
Alastair: We?
You're not coming
It's not safe out there
Steven: I can help you!
Alastair: No!
I can do this on my own
(sung)
The spell is on my house
Only I can lift the spell
The spell is on my house
Steven:
No, no, the spell is on our house
We must lift the spell together
The spell is on our house!
Alastair: Now tell me what am I to return with?
Steven: Ugh, You don't remember?
(sung)
The cow as white as milk
The cape as red as blood
The hair as yellow as corn
The slipper as pure as gold
Alastair:
The cow as white as milk
The cape as red as blood
The hair as yellow as corn
The slipper as pure as gold
De:
I still wish to go to the Festival
But how am I ever to get to the Festival?
Alastair:
The cow as white as milk
The cape as red as blood
The hair as yellow as corn
De:
I know!
I'll visit Mother's grave!
The grave at the willow tree!
And tell him I just want to
Go to the King's Festival!
Alastair:
The slipper as pure as gold
The cow, the cape
The slipper as pure as gold
Steven:
The hair!
De and Alastair:
Into the woods
It's time to go
It may be all
In vain, you/I know
Into the woods-
But even so
I have to take the journey
Alastair and Steven:
Into the woods
The path is straight
You know it well
But who can tell
Alastair and Steven:
Into the woods to lift the spell
De:
Into the woods to visit Mother
Virgil:
Into the woods to sell the cow!
Virom:
To get the money!
De:
To go to the Festival!
Lucius:
Into the woods to grandmother's house!
All:
The way is clear
The light is good
I have no fear
Nor no one should
The woods are just trees
The trees are just wood
No need to be afraid there
Alastair:
There's something in the glade there
All:
Into the woods
Without delay
But careful not
To lose the way
Into the woods
Who knows what may
Be lurking on the journey?
Into the woods
To get the thing
That makes it worth
The journeying
Into the woods
Royce, Bee and Drake:
To see the King
Virom and Virgil:
To sell the cow
Alastair and Steven:
To make the potion
All:
To see
To sell
To get
To bring
To make
To lift
To go to the Festival!
Into the woods!
Into the woods!
Into the woods
Then out of the woods
And home before it's dark!
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Aaron Judge Imagine
"Let's go Aaron, we're going to miss our flight. You and Aaron were running throughout the airport trying to get on the plane before it takes off. Aaron and you have been dating for 2 years now and he just got back from a long season with the yankees. Because of the season you guys missed your anniversary so Aaron is treating you to a romantic weekend on a resort at the Bahamas. "I'm running as fast as I can Y/N." "Not fast enough I knew we shouldn't have stopped for breakfast." You and Aaron picked up your pace and finally got to the plane. You gave the lady your ticket and went to find your seat.
Aaron: "told you we wouldn't miss our flight."
Y/N: "we barely made it" you said while looking over at Aaron. Aaron then turned to faced you and planted a kiss on your lips. His lips were so warm and comforting even when it's freezing on the plane. The flight was going to be long the only way you'll get through it is by sleeping. You snuggled into Aaron and you both fell into a deep sleep. You were later awaken by a warm pressure on your lips. You open your eyes to see Aaron.
Aaron: "Time to wake up the plane is landing"
You flutter your eyes opens and smile because of the way Aaron woke you. You get yourself together and wait for the plane to stop. When the plane finally lands you and Aaron walk hand in hand out the plane and saw someone holding up a sign reading Aaron and Y/N. You smile really hard at Aaron's cheesiness in getting a chauffeur. You guys got your bags and walked with the chauffeur to the car. He opened the limo door and you and Aaron got inside. The ride to the resort was going to be 1 hours long.
Y/N: "Why is the ride so long Aaron." You said in a whiny pouty tone
Aaron: "You know what else is long🙊👀"
Y/N: "oh really, why don't we find out." You said while getting on top of Aaron's lap straddling him.
He looks at you in a surprised way not expecting any of that. He wraps his arms around your back and pull you close to him. You put your arms around his neck and lean in. Your mouths moved desperately against each other, wanting to rip each other's clothes off and just f**k. You pull away from Aaron and he whines, you then go for his neck trying to take control of the situation. You start to nibble on his ear and he let's out a groan. You smirk against his ear and start to nibble down his neck. Aaron then grabs your face and brings it to his but this time he takes full control. He presses his lips to yours and try's to insert his tongue in your mouth but you being stubborn you didn't let him in. He then pinches your butt and you gasp. When your mouth was open he took advantage of you and put his tongue in your mouth. You two fought for dominance but he won. Aaron then starts to nibble down you jawline onto your neck. He sucks all over until he finds your weak spot. Once he found your weak spot he sucked and bit on it. You then started to moan in pleasure. Aaron was really enjoying himself because you felt a hard thing pushing up on your bum. Aaron then removed his shirt and was about to remove yours until...... The chauffeur opened the door ruining everything. You two were so into the make out session you didn't realize you arrived at the resort. Aaron then puts his shirt back on and try's to hide his hard on. You start to laugh at Aaron because he felt so embarrassed and was trying so hard not to get caught.
You and Aaron were greeted at the door by some guy and he showed you to your room. The place was beautiful. The resort was on a beach and your room was huge. You went in the room and admired everything. You walked all over to see a jacuzzi, a mini pool on the patio, everything was amazing especially the view. You were so mesmerized by the view you didn't notice that Aaron was talking to you. So he comes up behind you and hugs you and plants a kiss on your shoulder.
Aaron: "it's too late to go to the beach do you want to get in the jacuzzi and finished what we started earlier."
You said sure and kissed his lips. You went in your suitcase and got a bathing suit and went in the bathroom to change. While in the bathroom you made sure to freshen up and you tied your hair up in a bun so that it doesn't get in the way. When you walked out the bathroom you didn't see Aaron you made your way to the jacuzzi and saw that he was in there sitting with his eyes close. You slowly got inside the jacuzzi to not disrupted him. You walked toward him and sat in his lap. His eyes then fluttered opened and he looked at you.
Aaron stared at you all mesmerized. You looked at him and said what. He just keeps looking at you and say "I Love You so much baby, I'm sorry for missing our anniversary, you mean the world to me and I'm so happy and the luckiest person ever to have you, you're so beautiful and I will never ever ever leave you, you make my world complete." You started to tear up and Aaron kissed your tears away. He then pulls out a box. In the box was a necklace with your birthstone and the date of the first one you and Aaron met. You loved this gift that Aaron gave you. You then lean in and kiss him and say "shall we continue" You wrap your arms around aaron's neck and wrap your legs around his waist. You were so into the kiss you didn't realize that Aaron untied your bathing suit leaving your breast out floating in the water. You didn't care though, you moved your hand from aaron's neck down to his trousers to realize he wasn't wearing any. You start to grope his member making it hard. he then leans down and puts your breast in his mouth sucking and nibbling on your nipple. You couldn't help but let out a moan. He sucked and sucked making you so horny. You rubbed against Aaron making him aroused. You felt his bulge against your clit so you rubbed against it moaning in pleasure. His manhood felt so good rubbing against you, your clit starting responding sending hot waves throughout you body. You then lean in aaron's ear and whisper I want you now. He picks you up and carries you to the bed. He throughs you in it and crawls on top of you planting a kiss on your lips. He then makes his way down to your neck, then chest, then stomach, he stopped right at your womanhood. He then pulls off your bathing suit bottoms and leans down and inserts his finger in you. "Ohhhh!!!" You couldn't help but moan at the pleasure Aaron was making you feel. He ran his forefinger up and down your pussy lips. You were getting so wet. Aaron looks up at you while playing with your pussy. You couldn't stop moaning he looks at you and smirks he loves the fact that he's pleasing you. Aaron puts his finger on your clit making you jolt. He started running circles on it making you hot and bothered. He then leans down and inserts his tongue in you. He licks up and down your pussy making you scream in pleasure. He tongue fucks you while rubbing his thumb on your clit. You were close to Cumming. "Aaron I'm close" you screamed out in pleasure. He then starts rubbing harder and faster sending you over the edge you screamed and moaned. he then licks you all up and brings a finger to your mouth letting you taste yourself.
You then sit up and tongue kiss Aaron, you lay him back and say "now it's my turn to please you." You grab his dick and start to rub and stroak it. You started going slow making him groan and yell at you saying go faster. You see Precum Come out his dick and you gently like it making him jolt with pleasure. You then start to lick up and down his shaft painfully slow. You put your mouth over his dick and begin sucking. You bob your head up and down in a slow way. He then grabs you by the hair and moves you faster. He start to suck and choke a little since his dick was big. He then let's you go letting you take over. You try and fit as much as aaron's dick in your mouth as you can. What ever was left you rubbed it with your hand. You look up at Aaron while sucking his cock to see him in full pleasure. His eyes was close and he let out many grunts and moans. You felt aaron's dick tense up meaning he's going to cum but before he can you stopped sucking him making him furious. He then grabs you and flip you over he lays you on his lap with your ass facing him. He than starts giving you a spanking for not letting him cum.
1 slap "owwww Aaron that hurts." 2nd slap "ahhhh Judge I'm sorry" 3rd slap " judgey baby" 4th slap "ahhh yeah Aaron" by the fifth slap you were enjoying your punishment. Aaron then lays you down and was about to grab a condom but you take it from him and say "I'm on the pill"
He says then let's begin. This was your first time about to have sex with Aaron. You two have fooled around before but he has never but his dick in you. Aaron then grabs his dick and puts it at your entrance. You can feel it and you wanted it in you now. But Aaron was teasing you. You start to wiggle and try to get it in but he keeps moving it away. "Aaron come on please fuck me now I.... Ahhhhhhhhhh" before you can finish Aaron just slams into you making you scream and tear up. Aaron starts moving in and out until he sees a tear run down your eye. He then pulls out and say "oh my god Y/N I'm so sorry baby I didn't mean...." You shit him up by kissing him and saying "it's okay just go slow your so big." He then inserts his member back in you and goes in and out at a slow yet passionate pace. After about a minute you tell him to go faster. He then picks up his pace and starts sucking and groping on your tits. You screamed and moaned in pleasure. You then flip Aaron over and get on top of him and begin humping him. You rock your hips and moan in pleasure. He uses one hand to help you move and the other to play with your tits. He then flips you back over. You two were both about to climax. "Aaron I'm close ahhhh" "me too baby just wait." "On three baby 1, 2, 3," "ahhhhhhh!!!!!" You both said in unison as you both cummed. Aaron then falls next to you and wraps his arms around you. He then says "best night ever." You turn to face him and plant a kiss on his lips and say I love you. You lay on his chest and he wraps his arms around you. All that fucking has got you tired so you guys fell right to sleep.
The next morning you woke up before Aaron and decided to order in breakfast and take a shower. You were singing and having so much fun that you didn't realize Aaron had joined you in the shower until you felt someone wrap there arms around you waist. You jumped and turned around but calmed down when you saw that it was just Aaron. He looked at you and said "You sure do know how to sing" you laughed and said "stop teasing me." Aaron grabs the soap from you and starts to wash you up. He rubs soap all over you body. He goes from your neck, down to your chest he made sure to feel you all up before going down to your stomach. After your stomach he goes down to your womanhood. His chest is on your back and his arm is over you rubbing the soap all over. He reaches down and starts to rub soap on your private area. He then drops the soap and says "oops" you bend down to pick up the soap but in the process of doing so Aaron pushes you against the wall and spreads your legs you try to tell him to stop but he inserts his private in your private from behind. Your hands were against the wall and he pushes further into you. He starts moving in and out your vagina and you couldn't help but moan. Once you two finished doing shower sex you washed up again and got into beach clothes. By the time you finished getting dress your breakfast came. You and Aaron decided to eat it on the beach. You both sat in the sand and ate waffles with strawberries and whip cream. You watched the waves and enjoyed the view. Once you finished Aaron gets up and brings you up with him. He grabs your hand and takes you down close to the beach. You guys start walking up and down the beach but then Aaron walks in the water. You didn't want to get in so you backed up and sat down in the sand but Aaron comes out of the water and starts walking toward you.
Y/N: "Aaron stay away I don't want to get all wet"
Aaron:"I'm not going to do anything"
Aaron starts walking toward you with a huge smile on his face. You get up and start running knowing he's going to get you and put you in the water. You try running as fast as you can but Aaron catches you and spins you around. He then starts running toward the water and goes in waist deep and drops you in. You start screaming because of the coldness. You stay down in the water and grab Aaron by his legs and drag him down with you. You both have a water fight and enjoy the nice clear blue beach. You then wrap your arms around aaron's neck and kiss him on the lips you tell him you love him and he says it back.
You and Aaron stayed on the beach for a while and decided to head back to the room to go out for dinner. You both got took a shower separately this time and got dress. You decided to wear a knee length dress that was lose fit but looked amazing. When you walk out the bathroom you look for Aaron to see that he's not there. You see a note on the dresser saying go into the elevator and follow the path. You started wondering what path. You went into the elevator and down to the lobby to see rose petals and candles making up a path. You couldn't help but smile. You started following the path of roses and candles. Once the path ended there was another note saying a man will blind fold you it's ok I know him. When you read the last word a man put a blindfold on you and grabbed you by the arm and directed you to another place. While walking you could tell you were at the beach cause of the unsteady sinking ground steps. The man stops and takes your blind fold off. The sight in front of you made you start crying. In front of you was Aaron in a suit surrounded by rose pedals and heart shaped everything. There was a table in the middle of the beach it was such a beautiful sight. Aaron walks up to you and hands you a rose. He links arms with you and takes you to the table. He pulls out your chair and pushes it in for you. He sits across from you and tells you your beautiful. He holds your hands and stares at you. The guy who blindfolded you brang you guys food and drinks. In the middle of dinner Aaron gets up and grabs your hand. You two go onto the sand and start dancing to music that was playing in the background. You put your head in the crook of aaron's neck. He then moves back and says
"Y/N I love you so much. I know we've only been together for 2 years but we knew each other for a really long time. Ever since I met you I instantly had to know you. I knew you were going to be mine." He then drops down to one knee making you cover your mouth in disbelief and shake your head. Aaron then pulls out a box and goes on one knee. He opens the box and reveals a ring.
"Y/N you mean the world to me and I'm so happy and the luckiest person ever to have you, you're so beautiful and I will never ever ever leave you, Y/N would you please make my world complete by Marrying me"
You stood in front of Aaron lost for words. You started crying tears of joy. You then start to shake your head saying yes. aaron's face changes into a huge smile and he gets up and kisses you while putting the ring on your finger. He hugs you and picks you up. You guys were so happy. You then say "Aaron I love you so much, you mean everything to me I wouldn't be able to live without you."
After the proposal you and Aaron went back to your room and did the deed one last time before packing to go home. On the flight home you couldn't help but admire the rock on your finger. Your best friend your lover is going to be yours forever and no one is going to get in the way of that.
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Gladdy Is My Daddy
I do not own Fairy Tail or FFXV! Please be kind this is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this.
Emi stared into the eyes of her mysterious lover that she had taken home. He was from a different world, a different universe, but in this moment, she didn’t care. His dark eyes captivated her more and more as time ticked by. The moonlight reflected off the scar that decorated the left side of his face. Emi wondered how he had gotten it as she traced it from end to end before leaning her head down.
She had brought him back from the Guild that night in the hopes of leading him to her room. Emi was very thankful that her parents were on a mission together and that the twins were staying with Natsu and Lucy that night. As she took his hand to lead him out, she saw him smirk towards his friends as they gave him thumbs up.
Emi pressed her forehead against Gladio’s, her breath ghosting over his lips. Their noses bumped against the other’s. She had just met Gladio the week prior, but she had never felt a connection with another person like she had with him. Damn him. Damn him and his charming ways. How was she supposed to sleep with someone she had just met?
Gladio noticed the hesitation in her eyes and pushed her back enough to where they could both sit up.
“You know we don’t have to do this, right? I’m not going to force you to do something you are uncomfortable doing.” Gladio sighed as he rubbed the back of his head
“It’s not that I don’t want to do it, it’s just that I know you are going to have to leave soon and I don’t want to lose that connection that I’ve never had with anyone else. I’m not some weak woman who can’t control her feelings, but damn it all. I can’t restrain myself when I’m around you Gladiolus.” Emi sniffled
Gladio embraced the tiny woman in his arms as she let a few tears out. Emi acted tough because she didn’t want people to mistake her as weakling, but Gladio saw through that façade. She was just as human as the rest of the world. There was an understanding between the two, they just got each other.
Once the tears had dissipated from Emi’s eyes, a new emotion was present. Lust. A lust like she had never felt before. She still hadn’t ever felt that much of a connection with a man before, but right now she wanted his body. His soul would come later.
Emi grabbed Gladio’s shirt and forced her lips upon his and an intense battle of tongues had begun. Neither one would completely relinquish control to the other, but occasionally, someone would slip up and the other tongue would become dominant. She grinded her hips against the ever-forming bulge in his pants making them both pant in unison as his hands explored her voluptuous backside.
Emi smirked against Gladio’s lips before pushing him back down to her bed. Gladio was the kind of man that liked to take control when he was being intimate with a woman, but he guessed he could make an exception for the red eyed beauty above him. Emi sucked and licked at Gladio’s neck before removing his vest and throwing it to the ground. He was lucky she didn’t rip it to shreds.
Her lips were immediately back on his neck before travelling down his chest, sucking and licking as she went. His throaty groans were sinful causing her pussy to become wet or rather wetter than she already was. Emi just couldn’t get enough of the way this man tasted. It was like he was her drug of choice and she was an addict.
She wanted to bite him, but that meant something completely different to a dragon. Even though she wasn’t full dragon or even a dragon slayer, she would still feel the repercussions of what it meant and she wasn’t ready for that yet.
Emi unfastened his belt with expert precision with her sharper than average canines and surprising the man beneath her. Slowly but surely, Emi pulled down Gladio’s jeans, torturing him ever so slightly. She could see that he was restraining himself from taking control. Emi liked that in a man.
The red-eyed woman’s hand brushed against Gladio’s hardened shaft through his boxers causing the man to hiss at the intense feeling. She gingerly placed a few kisses above the waistband of his boxers before tugging them down his legs and revealing his well-endowed penis. At first the size of his dick took Emi by surprise, but then she smirked. Of course he’d be huge, he’s a giant!
Emi’s small hand wrapped around Gladio’s shaft and began to pump him, earning her a hearty moan. She bent down and placed a few feather like kisses all along the underside of his cock before enveloping him with her mouth.
“Fucking hell Emi.” Gladio huffed as Emi continued her ministrations
Gladio’s hips buck causing him to go deeper into Emi’s mouth. She expertly bobbed her head up and down as her tongue circled his dick. His hands found their place at the back of her head, grabbing fistfuls of luscious sky blue hair. Her mouth was extremely inviting as she hummed causing vibrations to be sent all throughout his body. He was going to come quickly if she kept this up.
Gladio pulled back on Emi’s hair to where he could see into her soul before sitting them up and maneuvering himself over to where he was on top. He loved a woman who could take control, but he was tired of her teasing him. He wanted to be inside her. He needed to be inside her. Emi wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer to her. His hardened cock brushed against her shorts, causing her to elicit some heavenly moans.
He slid his hands up her sides, taking her tank top along too. She sat up and raised her arms above her head to allow the light material to flow away from her body and revealing her unrestrained breasts. Gladio’s eyes widened as he saw the little metal bars that were going through Emi’s nipples.
“Very naughty. I like them.” He chuckled
“Thanks.” Emi giggled
His lips found her left nipple as one of his hands began to massage her right breast causing Emi to cry out in ecstasy. She ground her hips against his as her back arched causing the sensation in her ample bosom to intensify. Gladio began to tweak her right nipple making Emi’s shouts become louder and more erratic.
Gladio’s right hand began to travel down Emi’s torso as his mouth and left hand continued their assault on her breasts. He struggled a bit to unbutton her shorts, but eventually unfastened them before pulling them down along with her rather skimpy panties. Emi raised her hips up to allow him to pull her undergarments all the way off.
He paused in what he was doing to take his time and appreciate the beautiful woman beneath him. Sweat was already pouring off Emi and they hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet. She noticed the softened glance that was apparent in his eyes. She didn’t understand why he was looking at her like that when just moments ago, they were about to fuck like animals.
“Why are you looking at me like that Gladdy?” Emi whispered into the night
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. How can I not stare at you like this?” Gladio replied before kissing her lips softly
Emi responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him tender kisses back.
“Thank you. That means a lot to me.” Emi smiled against his lips
“Fuck. Do you know what you do to me woman? You drive me insane with your amazing body and mind. Let me fuck you like this is our last night on Earth. I want to make you scream before the night is over with.” Gladio strained as his cock rubbed against her lower lips
“Challenge accepted.” She smirked
Gladio lined himself up with Emi’s slit and gently pressed himself into her. Passionate and lustful groans flowed through the house as Gladio filled her up. Emi was by no means a shy person, but when Gladio peered into her eyes it was like he was staring straight into her soul and no one had ever gotten her to that point just by simply putting their dick inside her. This man was beginning to drive her crazy. And she liked it.
He bent down and kissed her still rosy cheeks before he began thrusting into Emi’s body. Waves of pleasure and ecstasy were sent all throughout her body as Gladio started pumping faster. Her body adjusted to his girth and length surprisingly quick as his thrusts became more powerful. She couldn’t help but scream with a cock like that ramming into her. Not like she had ever been a quiet person to begin with.
Emi began to rake her nails across Gladio’s back. The burning look in his eyes told that the pain was much appreciated. She smirked at the sight. Emi absolutely loved having sex with masochists. She could use her long, sharp nails to her advantage to bring him more pleasure.
With every movement Gladio made, Emi matched. After all she couldn’t let him do all the work. His hands vigorously groped her chest in the hopes of gaining a sizeable reaction from the bluenette. Gladio was slightly disappointed when all he got was a small intake of breath. None too gently he tugged at the piercing on Emi’s right breast.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!” Emi shrieked
Emi looked up to see a mischievous glint in Gladio’s eyes. Things were going to have to change. She couldn’t have him in complete control.
“Jesus fuck Gladio! Are you trying to make me come already?” She huffed out
“Maybe, maybe not.” He laughed causing his chest to rumble and more pleasure get sent to Emi’s core
“Just shut up and fuck me until I can’t walk anymore.” Emi hissed
“Whatever you say Em.” Gladio said before giving a particularly hard thrust
God why did this man have drive Emi to her limits? All she wanted was a good lay. But Gladio was more than that. She could tell deep down that he was more than that.
More passion than ever before was put into their love making session. Pants and hollers were more present and neither one wanted to stop for a while. The pair just couldn’t get enough of each other. But Emi was growing tired of fucking in missionary. It was time to switch things up a bit.
Emi promptly shoved Gladio off and out of her body. He looked at her with confused eyes before she promptly hopped back onto his dick, straddling his body. Gladio gripped her hips tightly before thrusting upward and making Emi moan particularly loud. Neither one cared if anyone heard them. All they wanted was each other.
Emi bent down as she moved her hips in time with Gladio’s to place wet kisses along his collar bone. She could tell she was nearing her end, but she didn’t want to slow down one bit. Instead, she sped up to increase the pleasure for them both. They could always fuck again later anyways. Or in the shower.
Emi slowly sat back up and Gladio’s hands moved from her globe like ass to palm her breasts. The man’s thumbs rubbed her nipples and she thought she was going to go insane. She was now just a few thrusts away from her release.
“Gladdy, I’m getting close.” Emi groaned
“I’m not letting you come until you say it Emi.” He grinned
She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her saying that phrase. She really didn’t, but one final thrust into her body completely overwhelmed Emi caused Emi to go over the edge.
“GLADDY IS MY DADDY!” She shrieked at the top of her lungs
Hearing her scream his name like that sent the most pleasurable chill down Gladio’s spine and that was all he needed to spill his seed inside of Emi. The sensation that was spreading through their bodies was one of utter bliss. She really didn’t want to get off his dick yet. He was fit perfectly inside her and didn’t want that feeling to go away.
Emi happily and tiredly smiled down at Gladio before giving him a kiss on the jaw. Her kisses led up to his mouth and were filled with love. They were so entranced with each other that they didn’t feel the ominous and foreboding entity on the other side of Emi’s door.
Suddenly Emi’s door flies open and Gajeel comes bolting in with his Dragon Force turned on. Emi had only seen it a few times and she knew her father meant business. His body was clad in jet black scales, his hair became more rigid and shiny and his eyes more intense. It truly was frightening.
Emi shoved herself off Gladio and threw a blanket towards him, but her father was quick and used the shadows and was instantly face to face with Gladio. He snarled at the younger man beneath him. This was not going to be fun.
“Who the fuck do you think you are taking my daughter’s innocence? How dare you fuck her under my roof!” Gajeel roared before throwing a punch to Gladio’s face
“Dad! What the fuck! Get off him!” Emi screamed as she held her father’s fist back
“Em, I’m going to tell you this one time and one time only. Let me go so I can kill this fucker where he lies.” Gajeel hissed as he tore his fist from Emi’s grasp
Gajeel threw Gladio off Emi’s bed and striking him again. Emi couldn’t stand the sight of two of the men she loved most in this world fight even if it was for her sake. Gladio hit back and striked Gajeel in his face and bruised his knuckles in the process. That’s what you get for punching iron. But Gladio didn’t stop even through the pain.
“Please stop fighting!” Levy yelled as she rounded the corner and finally made her way to Emi’s room upstairs
“I can’t do that Levy. This bastard took our daughter’s innocence and for that he must pay.” Gajeel barked at his wife
Emi stared at the scene from a distance. Her blood began to boil as she continued to take in her lover and her father fighting. No one was paying attention as her hair becomes sharp like blades, her eyes as black as night and blue scales lined her body. Even if no one was paying attention to her, Emi was amazed at her newfound power, but the shock and awe must wait until later.
Emi immediately dashed in between the pair and caught them both mid punch. Gajeel looked to his daughter in amazement. He’d never seen her like this.
“Both of you stop right now!” Emi hollered
“What’s going on with you Emi?” Levy whispered from the doorway
“When a dragon’s mate is threatened, they must protect them no matter the cost. I guess this would be my version of Dragon Force.” Emi smirked as she flexed her right hand
“Yer mate! You’ve only known him for a week kid and ya let him take ya and say he’s yer mate. It took yer ma and I quite a while for us to figure out that we were mates. Ya can’t know that from just one fuck Em.” Her father growled as he turned his Dragon Force off
“I didn’t force her if that’s what you are thinking.” Gladio mumbled as he rubbed the back of his head
“Shut it before I bash yer head in even more boy.” Gajeel huffed
“You think I let him take me? Oh, please! I led him here! Besides you act as if he’s the first person I’ve ever fucked.” Emi hissed as she in turn turned her Dragon Force off
Gajeel continued to snarl as he watched Emi offer her hand to help Gladio up. He’d never seen his little girl get so worked up over a guy before. He balled up his fist as Emi hugged the man known as Gladio and was getting ready to act when Levy grabbed his other hand and shook her head. She knew there was no stopping their daughter now.
“Emi, we will talk about all of this in the morning.” Levy voiced with finality
“Whatever. Just let us rest now. We are both kind of tired.” Emi sighed before letting out a yawn
“Boy I suggest ya leave right now while my wife is helping me keep my dragon under control.” Gajeel hissed towards Gladio
“No the fuck he isn’t.” Emi growled
“I think it will be for the best love. Everyone needs to cool their heads off and relax for the night. I promise I’ll see you at the guild hall tomorrow.” Gladio said as he shifted to put his pants back on
“You promise?” Emi asked with puppy dog eyes
“I’ll even leave my vest here so it’ll be like I’m here with you.” Gladio sighed as he picked up an exhausted Emi and laid her gently onto her bed
“Ok.” She yawned again
Gladio kissed her forehead before he finished zipping up his pants and pulling the covers up over her still nude body. This woman was already causing him trouble. He waved goodbye to Emi’s parents as he leapt from the second story window. It was going to be a long walk back to the hotel where the guys were surely going to question him about the events that had transpired tonight.
Gajeel and Levy soon left Emi’s room and her alone to her thoughts. No one had ever touched Emi the way Gladio had done tonight. Sure, she wasn’t a virgin, but the sex had never been this amazing. No one had ever made her moan so sensually. No one had hit her in the right spot every time. Every thrust Gladio made into her body surged with electricity, made her crave even more from the hulking man.
She’d only known the man a week and she was already consumed by him. She knew he would have to leave soon, but she knew in her heart that he was her mate. She couldn’t wait to see him in the morning, but she sure was dreading having that talk with her parents. It didn’t take too much longer and the bluenette was happily asleep as she dreamed of what was to come.
Yeah, that actually happened. Lol. It’s my first time writing for my OC in this type of setting and I’ve never written for any FFXV characters. In fact I’ve never written anything other than Gajevy so this is way out of my comfort zone. I know the smut wasn’t that great but this is literally the second time I’ve written it. And heads up, there will be more! I plan on making this into a full series and clearing a few things up. @ravenluckarts @thebluefuckingunicornblr @capaleran2 I’m posting this here for now and I’ll try to post it to ff.net later but for now its being a pain in my ass so its going to be a while until it is posted there
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Feel free to reject this if it's too much but would you be willing to write a fic of Amy going into labor and giving birth to her and Sonic's child(ren)? Obviously you don't have to show anything just the situation if you want.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh….hmmm…. eeeeerrr…. yyyeaaah, I think I can do a hospital AU, but… maybe not ‘giving birth’ if that’s okay XD Thanks for letting it be up to me :3
MAJOR AU ALERT - lol
Sonic dashed through the hospital at lightning speeds, as a woman at the counter’s hair spiked back, before she looked annoyed at the surprised action and pulled her hair down. “Mr. The Hedgehog?” She typed on her computer. Her voice was barely even above a normal speaking tone, as he suddenly zipped back into view, twiddling his fingers rapidly in a rhythm on the counter.
“Hi, Amy, which floor?”
“Calm down, sir. Deep breaths.”
He slammed his hands on the counter, and leaned forward, eyeing her with widened eyes before doing as she said, clearly not wanting too though.
“LOOK. Just saved the world, you’re welcome.” he gestured his hands out to her, but clearly was antsy. “And I just received word that, TA-DAH! Today’s the day! Really? Bad timing! So I zipped through the remaining bots, told Knuckles and Shadow to handle the clean-up duty, HAD to do my hair cause let me tell you… oil? Is NOT grease. Okay? Does nothing good for your hair.” he suddenly calmed down, putting an elbow up on the counter as the woman gave him a dead-pan expression.
He then chuckled a moment before seeing no reaction from her, just a slow blink, and he quickly grabbed the corner of the counter and smashed him head in it, before looking up again, “JUST TELL ME THE ROOM NUMBER!” he reached forward, desperate.
“….ID, please.”
“AHHHH!!!”
-Room-
“Tails.. he’s not here yet.” Amy took deep breaths, as Tails was pacing, seeing he wasn’t here yet either.
“Yeah,… Yeah, I know.” Tails worriedly picked up his pace, his tails slightly spinning behind him, as a nurse came over to Amy.
“It’s time to check.” they warned her, as Tails quickly left the room.
“Ugh! I’m gonna kill'em!” He tensed his hands and held them out, flexing and bending his knees slightly, before Sonic’s blue blur passed him. “Ah… H-HEY! You! Guy whose suppose to be having his first baby soon!” Tails cried out, as Sonic zoomed back, carrying valentine’s day gifts as Tails looked confused.
“…I thought she’d hate me, so I brought appeasements.” He admitted.
Tails just stared at him, before the nurse came out. “Not quite yet.” she smiled, and then walked out.
Tails bolted in, and ran to her bedside, with Sonic tagging behind for once.
“Are you okay!? Need more water?”
Amy nodded, before looking to Sonic.
“Hi.” he nervously held the gifts behind him.
She gasped, “Sonic! Oh, you made it!” her arms came up, before both Tails and Sonic helped her down again.
“Amy! Easy there!” Tails warned.
“Yeah, you’re about to pop!” Sonic teased, as Amy wrapped a hand around his neck faster than a cobra, and pulled him down next to her.
“ACK! Breathing! Not! Possible!”
“Haha, turning blue, Sonic?” Tails joked, mocking slightly as he laughed, as Amy held him tighter and tighter…
“Uhh… Okay, Amy. He’s cheeks are literally turning blue!”
“Never be this ‘almost’ late again.” She warned, and let him go, as he fell to his knees and gripped the side of the bed, breathing once more in heavy gasps.
Tails twirled his tails and leaned up, hovering over to see if he was okay.
Amy smiled as Sonic threw up a ‘thumbs up’, stating he’d be more careful next time.
“Well, what have we here?”
The three’s heads shot up to the Doctor coming in, as Sonic straightened out too.
“Hmm….” the doctor, being called in by the nurse, looked over her charts. “You aren’t quite ready yet. But we should give you more fluids. Will be any time now.” he turned and winked to Amy, then looked to Sonic.
“…Sonic?” he looked to his clipboard.
“Heh, the one and only.” Sonic stepped forward, trying to get back his ‘cool vibe’ and folded his arms, winking to the Doc.
“…Yes, well. You should refill her water then.” he gestured to the jug. “Most husbands do, instead of having their best man get it.” he then gestured to Tails, nodding to him with a fake smile and then walking out.
The whole group held their peace.
Sonic groaned and took the jug, feeling called out. “I’ll be right back…” he grumbled and sped off down the hall.
“…Tails? Do you think Sonic’s mad at me?” Amy looked up to Tails.
“What!? Of course not, Amy! After all, you convinced him to have a kid. I don’t think any other woman in this WORLD could have done that!” Tails smiled, and patted her head. “He was right to marry you.”
She smiled, loving the praise before she felt her stomach kick and pain seared up her spine. “AH!” she gripped her stomach, and then Tails’s hand.
His eyes suddenly widened, before tears sprang out, and he whined; leaning down, he held his hand to the side of the bed, clinging to the bar. “OOOOWWWWW!!”
The Nurse suddenly turned around, shocked, and looked under the cloth.
She popped her head out with a goofy grin, “Opps! Miscalculated! This things coming out right now!”
“NOW!?” Tails freaked out, trying to get Amy to let go, but she now had a death grip on his hand. He kept trying to move away but she would fling him back. He tried to tug and reach for something to the opposite side of him to hold onto, but she threw him back into the bar of the bed, almost knocking him out.
“SOOONNNICCC!!!” Tails shouted out, his hand going numb. “THIS IS NOT WHAT A WING MAN MEANS!!!”
Sonic whistled a relaxing tune as he filled the jug by a water fountain.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Now, both Amy and Tails were screaming their lungs out. Tails tried to look away as more nurses came in, and the Doctor with a mask tied around his face, tugging a glove down.
“Allllright, prepare to engage.”
“I’m too young!!!” Tails cried out, bending to a knee and crying along with Amy.
Sonic walked casually down the hall, still whistling, before seeing a baby stroller and stopping, smiling warmly at the baby, before it threw it’s binky at him, and he looked unamused.
“BREATHE. BREATHE.” A nurse told Amy, as both Amy and Tails breathed in sequence.
“Now, PUSH!!!” the nurse’s voice suddenly dropped a few octaves.
Amy squeezed tighter on Tails’s hand as he pushed to try and get away from her.
“Good! Rest.”
The two let go of their struggles, both for different reasons, as Tails wiped his forehead, as a nurse wiped Amy’s.
Sonic picked the binky up and gave it back to the kid, smiling kindly, as if no hard feelings, before the baby spat and coughed up some yuckies, and Sonic once again looked way done being nice.
“Contractions are becoming more regular and frequent, sir.”
“All systems operational.”
“We’re coming into stand-by mode.”
“Go, go, go!”
Suddenly, the entirety of the room looked and acted like a military operations base in a small submarine.
“We’re losing air flow!” A nurse turned to the doctor, as he looked sternly to Amy, seeing her breathing wane.
“I won’t lose her!” He turned dramatically to another nurse, “Get her on oxygen! I want this baby out by sunrise!”
Tails looked to a nurse working to the side of him, leaning over and trembling from pain in his now completely numb hand. “Please… heeelpp.” he fell at her feet, reaching over the table she was working on before she walked away, not seeing him and too focused to notice.
“Noooo…” Tails followed her and fell again, before Amy ripped his hand up, holding him right next to her face.
“You… get… Sonic… here… NOW.” her eyes shifted to demonic, as Tails leaned away, scared out of his mind, but she let go of his hand, and clang to the bar.
“Aw… haha… free! I’m free!” Tails held his poor hand and then felt himself, realizing he could go, and dashed, before he felt zipped back by her side as she gripped his tail and pulled him again.
“DON’T…COME… BACK… UNTIL… HE’S…. HERE.”
“PUUUUSSHHH!!” the same manly nurse voice woman shook her fist up, as Amy squeezed down on Tails’s poor tail, making him lean up and howl, crying profusely from his eyes.
Sonic admired a painting for a second, tilting left and right to get a better look at the abstract, and slowly placing a hand up to his chin. “Hmm…”
Tails came racing down the hall like fire on his heels, before seeing Sonic and skidding to a halt, his jaw hanging as he saw Sonic just…. STANDING there. and gestured to it, “What… ARE YOU DOING!?”
“I think.. it’s a chilidog.” Sonic pointed to the painting, as Tails only took a second to look at it, and then Sonic went back to his deep thought, before shrugging it off. “Ah, well. This Picasso stuff is all marshmallows and spring flowers to me. Anyway, how’s Amy doing?” Sonic placed his hands on his hips, as Tails shook violently, then finally burst in a shout.
His shout carried over to Amy’s current situation, shouting as well, as Sonic burst open the door.
“AH SHOOT!”
“SEE!?” Tails gestured both hands out.
“No wonder you looked like you just came back from war!”
“Yeah, and now-” Tails stepped back, before using both hands to push Sonic through the door, as he stumbled, falling towards Amy. “TAG! You’re in!”
Amy gripped his hand.
Sonic’s eyes widened, and he mirrored Tails, leaning with a hand holding the side of the bed for support. “AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
“Good luck!” Tails saluted, grinning like a free man, and then slammed the door.
After a little while longer… the screaming ceased… at least… from Amy’s side it did.
“Prepare for landing… that’s it… that’s it… we’ve got the package, over. The plane has landed.” The team all sighed as if they’ve won the war, and shook each other’s hands, as the Doctor stretched his hands out, and then began to smack the baby’s bum like an African drum.
When the baby finally cried, the nurse swaddled it up and cleaned him, and then turned to the three exhausted soldiers, all sprawled out on the bed, but Amy looked surprisingly well for the endeavor, once she saw the baby.
“It’s as healthy as heaven, Miss The Hedgehog.” The nurse passed the baby to her, as Amy held the baby close, hearing it’s cute cooing.
“All that… all that, for a little coo.” Tails was sprawled on a chair near the bed, as Sonic was sprawled with his head to the side of the bed, before looking up.
“Good Chaos…” Sonic’s eyes widened at the baby. “It’s…”
“Beautiful~” Amy cuddled it, as Sonic dropped to his knees.
“It looks just like-!”
The baby’s face turned to the camera, a normal hedgehog except for a mustache, as it laughed manically in it’s coos.
(Okay, I had fun with that one xD this is for giggles, if you couldn’t already tell, haha! I hope you laughed as much as I did!)
#sonamy#sonic au#tails#amy rose#sonic the hedgehog#eggman joke#lolololol#sonic prompt#sonamy prompt#this was just for fun.
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Summary/smutty smut and fluff. Tae Tae wants to be seen as a man but you and the boys only see him as a cute goofy little brother
–LET’S go–
“AHHHHHHHHHH puppy puppy puppy” You squeal with joy as you begin to slap Taes arm trying to get him to notice the puppy that is inside a women’s purse. “Y/N what is- oh my God puppy!!” He exclaims just now noticing the puppy. He laughs giving off a good smile before running over to her “can we please pet your puppy” not being able to resist his boyish charm she agrees very quickly. You run over as she takes the small fuzzy dog out of her purse. “IS it a pomeranian puppy?” You ask almost positive. “Yes it is dear” You smile at Taehyung and pet the puppy’s soft head “it’s so cute and small. Just like you” you notice Taes eyebrow twitch not thinking anything of it.
“So dear is this your little brother? He’s so cute” the women asks happily. Taehyung replies quicker than you could open your mouth “no ma'am I am actually 21” he ends with a stiff chuckle. You laugh “He might as well be with how cute and weird he is.” Taes back stiffens at this remark but keeps petting the small puppy. The lady states she has to go feed the puppy and you guys thank her nicely before turning around and walking off. You notice Tae is straight faced and walking with a stiff back “what’s wrong” You ask sweetly bumping his hips with yours. He looks at you “stay right here real quick” he says bluntly before walking off and pulling out his cellphone to make a call. You watch his form face back and forth only hearing a snippet of the conversation “-before I tell everyone about the loads of por-” he stops his sentence before putting his phone back into his pocket.
You walk back into the house in silence noting the unusual silence due to the fact someone is almost always home between him and the boys. He curtly replies with “they went out” before shutting the door behind you in a loud slam and locking it. You walk over to the couch and flop down onto it kicking your legs out last. In a jokingly even more high pitched voice you say in a singsong voice “Taeeeee. Can I have some soda or something pleaseeee” you hear him stomp into the kitchen opening up the fridge and a familiar cracking sound of a soda being popped open. You hold out your hands behind you waiting to feel the cold beverage enter your outstretched hands. You impatiently keep wiggling your fingers before feeling a warm stiff body enter your reach instead of a cold drink.
Your head gets forced back before feeling a warm air of lips meet yours and a cool liquid pour into your mouth. You swallow and shout “W-what the heck Tae! Why didn’t you just give me the soda.” Wiping off your lips your heart racing in your chest by the way you just received a drink. “Stop calling me a boy or your little brother y/n” You hear him growl from behind you. “Whyy I can’t help it that you’re so cccuuuttteee and full of boyish charm” You say softly turning your head back to look at him with an innocent smile on your face. His eyes darken as he leans his face closer to yours once more his lips only inches away from yours. You lick your lips at the sight of Taes exposed collorbone and being able to see down the chest of his shirt since he is leaning down causing the neck to lean open. You take in how his body isn’t flat or vacant of muscle. Your eyes slide down his chest and stomach taking in the lean yet not totally defined muscles. You clear your throat as if to try and interrupt your own indecent thoughts that were slowly making their way into your head after noticing Taehyung didn’t have all that much of a boyish frame as you thought. He leaned forward just enough that you could now feel his hot breath against your lips taking a small clump of hair in his hands tilting your head back more exposing the skin on the sides of your neck.
** leggo this smutty half takes a bit to develop but it sure won’t leave your underwear dry. It’s slow to form but in a good way**
You sit there trying to calculate in your mind the series of events portraying right in front of you. You are stunned by the fact cute goofy little Taehyung is strangely turning you on with this strange new attitude. “Haha. Ok jokes over. It’s not funny anymore” You attempt to cry out but instead it’s coming out more like a shaky moan your voice letting out your true feelings. “We’re not even close to done” you watch Taehyungs lips as he speaks words that send shivers down your spine your legs shift to accommodate the now forming wetness.
More and more of your body noticing he isn’t a child. He is definitely a man behind that childish face and personality. Your eyes catching every sharp line of his features, your mouth watering at the secretly exposed skin, your nose catching his soft yet subtly manly body wash infiltrating your nostrils, your fingers aching your tangle themselves in his soft hair that’s tickling your eyelids, you body most of all noticing this new found manhood of Taehyung, body arching to try and get closer the man behind the couch from you, your core dampening more by the second. Your body reacting on his complete own against all these new senses causes a small airy moan escapes your lips.
“Fuck” You breath put in a voice almost so low you can’t hear it. “What was that baby girl” you hear Taehyung sneer. “I’m not your baby girl” you bark back to him almost instantly regaining some control over your body. Tae turns his head and smirks at you in a deliciously handsome matter with strands of hair falling across his face as highlighting some of his non childish features. He keeps his hand balled up in your hair as he makes his way in front of you planing a small kiss on your neck before letting go of your hair. “Don’t move” he commands. You almost listen to his command but manage to choke out a snide remark “I don’t listen to little boys.” You hear a deep him coming from the bottom of his throat. He squats down in front of you kissing your inner thigh closest to your core. “I’m not a boy baby girl. I can show you that much and you will see me in a whole new light” he speaks smoothly against your thigh causing a shiver to run down your spine. He swiftly removes your pants so you are sitting in front of him with your legs wise open in nothing but your shirt and now soaked panties. “If i am such a child y/n, then why are you so wet” he cooes before leaving a trail of kisses up your thighs just stopping before your heat. Your mouth stays slightly open but no words will come out. Tae leans his head forward breathing directly onto you causing your head to fall back. He licks up your clothed slit before grabbing you by your waist and switching spots with you on the couch. You look up at him surprised but extremely aroused able to feel your wet center against your leg.
You notice the hard member inside his jeans you slowly inzip them and pull down his boxers to expose his hard throbbing manhood. You click your lips and swallow the pool of saliva that has made its way into your throat. You lick just the tip of beading precum and you look up to see his eyes darkened with lust staring down at you with his bottom lip firmly between his teeth. A plan crosses your mind to try and tease him. You slowly lick up the shaft before curling your lips around the tip. You move your head down slowly and deeply making sure the tip always reaches the back of your throat. On your way up from his member you’re massage the tip with your tongue causing a deep growl to escape his lips as he bucks his hips up managing to slide down your throat a little. A new Loud moan rips it’s way up through him as he clenches onto your hair before fucking your throat always making sure to come up and give you time to breathe. He continues at his quick pace always going down into your throat before a warm liquid slides inside of you. He slides out of your mouth and you clean up the cum that didn’t make it with your tongue delighted by this wonderful taste. He lifts you up off the floor into a deep kiss removing your panties and setting you on his lap you feel yourself dripping onto his still hard member. “Y/N why are you so wet. I’m just a little brother to you remember” he hums into your ear. He bucks his hips gently against your womenhood the tip sliding into your wet core a harmony of a hum escaping both of you. He pulls out as you hiss for more he rubs himself between your wet legs content but how wet your are. He thrusts always making sure to hit your sensitive bud. You cry out for more but he leaves you empty “take fuck me” you cry out. He just chuckles and shakes his he’d ignoring your requests “im a child we don’t listen babygirl” You begin him to fill you up as you feel the tip continuously rub against your bud causing a wave of pleasure to rock through you. He inserts one finger and you feel yourself start to lead down his hand he pumps before adding another digit you grind against his hand before his adds one final digit. You rock your hips against his pumps as he attaches his lips to your neck sucking softly. You ride until you feel your core begin to tighten. He removes his fingers and you get left empty and you hear him purr into your ears “say I’m a man y/n. And I’ll finish what I started” You nod in agreement in a breathless voice you whisper “you’re a man. I’m sorry your not a child definitely not. Just please fuck me Tae” You feel his digits enter your again as your core tightens and your eyes start to flutter he pulls them out once more replacing them with something much harder and longer.
One deep powerful thrust enters you causing you’re already pent up climax to spill out over him. You ride out your pleasure as your name comes out of Taes mouth. He begins to trust once more making sure to keep his deep and hard pace going you don’t recover from your last orgasm as you feel a new one budding up inside your stomach. You feel your walls tighten around his member and you hear him practically sing your name. He quickens his pace feeling his own climax coming. You sit there enjoying the feeling when he gives one final deep hard thrust causing you to fall over the edge his climax following right behind. You feel his juices mix with yours as he pulls out and kisses your cheek. You get up to walk off and clean yourself up but you utterly fail legs giving out from beneath you
“Told you I’m not a child” he smiles sweetly while covered in a thick layer of sweat. You laugh breathlessly “Seriously thats all you gotta say Taetae. You fuck me to the point I can’t wall right., and all you can say is your not a child. He picks you up and carries you to the bathroom and starts a bath. "Get in. I’ll be right back” you climb into the warm water when Tae comes through the door with a cup of what looked like tea. He smiles and passes you the cup taking a big gulp of the warm beverage. He sits down next to the bathtub and rubs your shoulders “A real man should take care of his girl” you raise your eyebrow In surprise “oh so I’m your girl now” You laugh out a pained look shooting though his eyes. “You don’t want to be?” He sys with hurt filling his voice. You look at his hurt sad face thinking he looked almost like a puppy. “I mean I guessssss” you say with a smile spreading wide across your cheeks. He smiles , kisses you happily and starts plays with your hair as he begins to hum softly in your ear.
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“ Ugggggh ,” she huffed and ripped her hand out and stomped down the stairs because she did not need that kind of joking when she’d just been thinking about the kiss. Flushed, she grabbed the margarita she’d left on the table and gulped it down. He was just joking, right? He didn’t actually want her to pull his hair… while she sat on him… oh god, he probably looked so good in bed--"
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD WE DOO WE DOO WE DOOOOOOI 🚨🚨🚨ITS HAPPENING ITS HAPPENING BELLA IS OFICIALLY GETTING HORNY FOR JUNGKOOK EVERYBODY STAY CALM STAY FUCKING CALM ITS FINALLY HAPPENINNNNNNG AHHHHHHHHHH
Okay now back to reading 🏃🏻♀️
I mean, let's be honest, it's not that Isabella hasn't ever had an intrusive thought, it's more that she had FIRMLY stiff-armed them away but now they are just invading anyway...
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Anne with an E: 3x10
Wow, what else can I say?
So as absolute shirbert trash this will be mainly about them, of course.
1. Okay, the episode starting with Gilbert telling Winnie he can’t marry her because he loves someone else, truly poetic cinema. And then her comment on unrequited love wow
2. Omg when Anne saw Gilbert at the school and couldn’t stop glancing at him and the same with him to her, beautiful. Then when she asks if he has anything else he wants to say wow. And then you can see his inner turmoil AHHHGG
3. Anne and Gilbert tying for first, wow how fucking iconic. From the beginning, being the best spellers in class, to now being tied for the best score. I love them so much thank you very much
4. Matthew hunny, just be supportive of Anne it’s all she needs even tho you think you are you aren’t
5. Okay honestly Mary’s son whatever his name is I don’t even care at this point shouldn’t have just shown up randomly in this episode just my opinion but yeah
6. Gilbert’s letter to Anne WOW. Omg he put his heart right out on his sleeve and then Anne, she JUST RIPS THE BITCH UP WHAT THE HELL. Then she tries to put it back together and she does it WRONG so she thinks he doesn’t love her AGH
7. Omg Anne is a queen and she is slaying wow her in the little suit was BEAUTIful. Amybeth Is literally the most gorgeous woman on the planet ty only facts
8. Anne talKING to Winnie and Winnie being pissed that Gilbert told Anne and Anne being completely confused was amazing and I honestly loved that scene. I think Winnie gained a lot of respect for her in that moment
9. Cole is such a sweetheart in every way I love him he is my actual son literally and how he knew Anne wasn’t actually okay wow best friend goalz.
10. Anne in the dress marilla made for her- WOWZA. Amybeth is again, the most beautiful being in the entire universe and that fucking dress wow. WOWWWWW
11. Should I just get on with the good stuff of keep going like this?
12. Okay okay I’ll get onto the good stuff
13. Diana screaming at Gilbert was my whole ass mood as a fan and I was so thankful she did that Diana the captain of the ship tbh, she really be killin it.
14. Gilbert “what note? DiANA WHAT NOTE” with his sad and broken face omg his voice when he said it WOW. He is truly smitten and when Diana called him out saying he liked Anne since she broke her slate over his head I fucking screamed BC U RIGHT
15. Gilbert fucking ran to see Anne did you see that shit HE FUCKING RAN
16. When they see each other- The look on Anne’s face and the look on Gilbert’s face They are literally in love did you SEE that shit
17. Okay, officiaLLY onto the good stuff.
18. When Gilbert kissed her you could see how long he had been waiting to do that. You could feel his pain and also adrenaline. You can feel how he feels for Anne and I truly would like to say good fucking job guys, you’re acting was phenoMENAL
19. When Gilbert pulls away and Anne pinches herself omg I choked she genuinely thought she was making up some sort of hallucination in her mind and when she realizes it’s real. The look on her faCE. OMF
20. Gilbert asking if Anne truly has feelings for him AND SHE KISSES HIM I ONLY EXPECTED MAYBE HALF A KISS BUT NOW WE HAVE TWO FULL ON KISSES. And the way Gilbert pushes into the second kiss with all the passion in the world WOW
21. Omg when Gilbert pulls away, hearing the bell and him smiling and her smiling and omg they are in love do you see that. Did you see that SCENE
22. GILBERT KISSED ANNES HANDS AND KNUCKLES THATS CANON IM SCREAMING OMFG
22. Diana showing up and thank god she’s going to queens and then her dad giving Gilbert the cart and then Gilbert swinging out of the cart to kiss Anne again wow
23. I’m not kidding when he got out of the cart I screamed so loud and almost literally died. The look on Gilbert’s face when he was walking up to Anne omg the CONFIDENCE he was showing wow. He is so fucking happy did you see the look on his face.
21. Then he confidently kisses Anne TWICE MORE. COMPLETE KISSES LIKE THEY WERE STRAIGHT UP MAKING OUT IT WAS BEAUTIFUL
22. Then they both say that they’ll write to each other AT THE SAME TIME and the little wave omg did you see the little wave I cried I literally fucking sobbed tyvm omg the last time they ever saw each other as far as we know wow
23. MARILLA AND MATTHEW ARE THE BEST OMG THEY GOT ANNES MOTHERS BOOK OMG ANNE LOOKS JUST LIKE HER MOM THWY HAVE THE SAME HAIR OMG WHY AN I CRYING WHY AM I CRYING AT A FUCKING HAIR COLOR
24. Okay but....what’s goin on with ka’kwet. That’s kind of my final thought on the episode. I wanted some sort of ending to her storyline (hopefully a happy one) this episode because season 4, as of now, is not promised.
So final thoughts? Shirbert is endgame and I am very happy about it. I did not expect to get 4 kisses but I did and I truly thank the writers. You did shirbert justice. Diana’s storyline this entire season has been wrapped up and she’s going to college. I’m happy that she’s getting to live her own life. Matthew DIDNT DIE which thank goodness because we all assumed he would so THANK YOU for not killing him. Thank you for having Cole back for what is potentially the last episode. I got the gay representation I wanted. This episode has answered MOST of my questions and I am appreciative of that. It was an amazing finale to not only the season, but potentially the entire show. This episode only leaves me with one question. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH KA’KWET AHHHHHHHHHH
#awae spoilers#anne with an e spoilers#if you cant tell im dying#shirbert is endgame and im crying#im crying at everything#wHY AM I SO EMOTIONAL
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‘I know their vital stats, their romantic histories’: how Sunderland AFC saved me
For this Chinese Jewish Texan, England was a difficult place to feel at home. But all that changed when she discovered football
Thats shite, man! the man behind screams. The discontent in the crowd is reaching a critical mass. Useless twats, snarls a father below, opening a packet of crisps for his nine-year-old son.
I stand frozen, wrapped up in a scarf and down jacket. Who are we yelling at? Why are we so angry?
Its Boxing Day 2012 and Im at the Stadium of Light in Sunderland for my first ever football match. Its freezing cold; it begins to rain. And then it happens. A Sunderland player fires a shot that creeps past the Manchester City goalkeeper and into the bottom corner of the net. The stadium thunders as a sea of 46,000 bodies fall over each other, total strangers hugging their neighbours, while simultaneously jumping up and down. The man next to me screams so loudly in my ear that Im momentarily deaf. Then he turns me towards him, grabs my shoulders, locks eyes with me and shakes my body. Ahhhhhhhhhh! he screams, in happiness and disbelief.
Ahhhhhhh! I scream back, in fear.
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When I moved to London, I got a job as a junior editor on a luxury lifestyle website. The site was run by a flamboyant man from Croydon named Carlos, with coiffed salt and pepper hair. Never one to pass up an opportunity to show off, Carlos liked to introduce me to visiting VIPs as our New Yorker who speaks fluent Mandarin and went to Harvard.
None of these things was true. I grew up in a small town in Texas: Amarillo. For some reason, Carlos didnt think this as impressive as being from New York (despite Amarillo being the helium capital of the world and the home of Tony Christies sweet Marie). As for fluent in Mandarin, my dad is Chinese, but I speak only broken Mandarin after living and working in Beijing for a few years. I didnt go to Harvard I was rejected but I did go to a university an hour away. None of these things made sense to Carlos, so he went with his own version.
My exchanges with Carlos were stilted. Our interactions ended in awkward silences. He was twice my age and we had nothing in common. But he was well known in London media circles and I was desperate to get him on side.
After Beijing, I assumed it would be a breeze to assimilate in a country where I no longer faced a language barrier. In China, I had spent a good amount of time miming my interactions. I also had to get used to Beijing locals asking me how much money I made, or telling me I was looking fatter than usual. But it was a bluntness I came to embrace: at least I knew where I stood.
Not so in London. The city was so rife with passive aggression that I didnt know when people were being rude or kind. A woman thanked me on the train for moving my bag and I was almost certain what she was really saying was too fucking right. A man squeezed by me on the escalator and the pitch of his seemingly polite May I? was so snide, it nearly brought me to tears. Carlos asked me if I want to do something for him at work and I wasnt sure if it was an order, a helpful suggestion or sarcasm. The words themselves were unfailingly polite, but it was all in the tone. Other Americans I knew suffered the same way. I genuinely dont know if my colleagues are making fun of me or being nice, a friend from Chicago confessed one night over drinks.
London can be a tough city for newcomers to crack. Compared with the US, people prefer to keep to themselves, especially in public. Im shy, so this was wonderful at first. No one approaches you to chat. I once fell in a crowded street in broad daylight and began the, Im fine, Im fine, honestly protest. But no one had stopped. I lay on the ground, impressed with peoples dedication to not getting involved with strangers. I began to think that I might never find a way to break through the famous British reserve. Would I ever find common ground with Carlos? If only there was some magic key.
And then one day, I witnessed a man bite another man on live TV. This happened during a football match that was on in a pub I happened to be in. I was immediately intrigued: by the biting, the drama, the getting caught, the primal emotion of the incident. I didnt realise it at the time, but this was it: my in.
On a bus, I sat with a couple of friends who were discussing live scores; soon, the entire upper deck had joined the conversation. It was like a portal to another dimension in which everyone was chatty, friendly and open on public transport.
Football was everywhere, it turned out. Once I noticed this, I began to absorb football facts, though only certain things stuck. I loved it when footballers cried. Maybe it was the persistent myth of the stiff upper lip but seeing a player moved to tears, to me, showed he cared more than anyone else. It wasnt like watching an actor pretend to tear up. This shit was real.
I loved any sort of drama on and off the pitch. Family tensions, love problems, scandals, shoving matches; before long, I became a reliable source of useless, soap opera-esque information about players.
I also became a fervent Sunderland supporter. Why would a Chinese girl from Texas living in Highbury, north London, become a Sunderland supporter? Because I had married one. Ian, born and bred in Sunderland, talked about his teams players as if they were his family. That made them my family, too. I knew their names, their shirt numbers, their vital stats, their romantic histories. I was also a natural fit for Sunderland because I love an underdog and by God, I had chosen the underdog of underdogs. The big clubs, with their expensive superstars, were boring to me. Our wins were rare, but they were so much sweeter for it.
I watched televised matches, sometimes without Ian if he was busy or out of town, something that had my friends and family baffled. During visits home to Texas, Ian and I zealously woke early to catch the Sunderland game. My father would observe me, puzzled. My mother, who is Jewish, was also bewildered but said, Well, you were the most athletic of our family of klutzes. It was my childhood best friend Jori who called me out. We were in a Waffle House diner surrounded by grassy plains. I asked Ian if he knew how Sunderlands relegation rivals had fared in their six-pointer, when she interrupted me. Are you talking about British soccer? Who are you? I told her the truth: Im just a girl, standing in front of the TV, hoping a footballer scores a winning goal in the last minute of a high-stakes match and then weeps about it.
A young fan lets rip as Sunderland take on Man United. Photograph: Getty
Do you know who really liked football? Carlos. We soon developed a rapport. Every Monday, hed rush to my desk and wed discuss the weekends matches. He was obsessed with playing style, formations and league tables. Meanwhile, I was the expert on the fights, the crying and the hissy fits. Suddenly, we were friends. He wasnt just my scary boss who got annoyed that I didnt know who Lynyrd Skynyrd were. We were bonding.
They say that to assimilate in a foreign country, you have to speak the language, and now I finally did. Did I make friends from learning about football? I would go out on a limb and say that yes, I did. I made friends with Dave at the Three store when I sat there for two hours after accidentally flushing my phone down the toilet. I bonded with a Ghanaian driver as we discussed a former Sunderland player from his country. In a hotel in the Lake District, there was a communication breakdown with a concierge that ended happily when we both agreed that Diego Costa was a jerk and Jermain Defoe a great goal scorer. When cab rides were too silent, no problem. Lets talk about the match, driver.
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Dinner in the north-east of England is different from dinner in Texas. Here the food is cooked well-done, the weather is colder and greyer, the company more polite, the table quieter.
Ians dad, brother and uncles are lifelong Sunderland season ticket holders. Ask them a question about what they want to eat, or their favourite movie, or their preference for boxers or briefs, and they will reply, Im easy. Suggest that Jack Rodwell is a decent footballer and they are unleashed animated, passionate, opinionated. I enjoy bantering with Ians brother and dad about football, but we argue a lot mostly because there is one thing I havent been able to wrap my head around since my first game.
After that first Boxing Day match, on the walk from the Stadium of Light to the car with Ian, his dad, his uncle and his brother, I ask the question thats on my mind.
Why do we yell mean things at our own players?
Silence. And then: They just didnt show up. For most of the match, they were bloody awful, Ian says. Good use of we, though, he adds.
But shouldnt we be supporting them? Encouraging them?
Ian shakes his head and sighs.
You know, like being positive and lifting them up? I was still trying to make sense of why 46,000 people would call themselves supporters when they gave the most vitriolic, abusive commentary on their own players. Their support was downright terrifying.
This was your first match, Jess. Weve suffered years of pain while watching players go through the motions. Ive been enduring this for 25 years, Ian says. Twenty-six years, Ians older brother says. His dad: Try 60 years. And finally, I understand the British subtext: You are a wide-eyed idiot.
You got me into this: Jess with her husband, Ian. Photograph: Pal Hansen for the Guardian
At my high school in Texas, there was a club called Senior Spirits. Senior Spirit members met to boost the egos of our sports teams and rally other students to support those teams. To quote from the yearbook, their mission was to make posters and give our school spirit. In the photo, a group of 20 girls wearing matching T-shirts and ponytails, grin at the camera, 100% heartfelt.
These werent cheerleaders. And they werent affiliated with the Steppers, the ultra-serious dancers who performed at pep rallies, the hour-long ceremonies dedicated to whipping up school spirit. Nor were they the student marching band that played during football matches to help stoke, yes, even more team spirit. Team spirit was like an elusive ghost permeating the school and we all had to worship it.
That spirit was partial to posters with marker pen and glitter, to ponytails, to cakes shaped like American footballs and prayers before the big game. It revelled in exclamation marks. It did not like folded arms and booing and sarcasm. It did not like being called a useless twat.
Apparently team spirit isnt a thing in north-east England. So how do English secondary schools pump up their sports teams? I imagine the halls of these schools are lined with posters of a different sort: You better not screw this up, Jones! and Dont do any of that long-ball shit, Gibbons.
I still struggle with this complete inversion, but it unlocked something core in the English mentality how ingrained the cynicism is, as well as the tendency to proceed from a position of cautious defeat. Expect to lose so it hurts less when it happens, and if we win, no harm done.
Diehard football fans remain sceptical of me. At matches, I ask questions. I get looks when I yell cheerful encouragement. I cant stop shouting, At least you tried! every time a player takes a shot but fails to score. Some have the gall to question my passion for football until I do well at the pub quiz football round. If you love something, does it matter if you love it for all the wrong reasons? Apparently, to them, yes. But one thing was for sure: I was emotionally committed.
In May 2016, at the end of that years season, Sunderland were on the brink of doom, as we are every year. Hundreds of fans gathered at the Old Red Lion in Angel, north London, for one of the last matches of the season. I am 5ft 2in, so I left Ian and his friends and waded through Mackems to get to a good vantage point to watch the match. We were playing Everton, and this would seal everything: would we stay up and relegate bitter rivals Newcastle in the process?
Awaydays at the Drayton Park pub in north London, before taking on Arsenal at the Emirates. Photograph: Pal Hansen for the Guardian
The first time we scored, someones pint of beer, spilt in jubilant joy and shock, doused my head. On the second goal, the shouts were deafening. On the third, a man threw his arms around me and together we jumped up and down and screamed with pure joy. I left the pub dazed, half-deaf, hair soaked in booze and my face aching from smiling.
I became a UK citizen last year. At a city town hall, I swore my allegiance to the Queen and stumbled through the national anthem with 17 other newly minted UK citizens. But that moment didnt come close to the buoyant feeling of pure joy and belonging I felt in the arms of a stranger as we celebrated the victory of our beloved team. If the root of football passion is said to be a sense of family and place, then this Chinese Jewish Texan has found her new home.
Unfortunately, that home is sometimes a den of pain and despair. By the time you read this, we will have played three Championship matches in the new season. Ian assures me we will not have won one: Sunderland havent won a league game in August or September for four years in a row.
In April this year, we were finally relegated from the Premier League with four matches left to play.
Useless losers! I yell at the players as Sunderland fail to score even one goal. Its all over. Nothing to hope for now, no Match Of The Day to look forward to.
As I shout at the players, Ian pats me hard on the back. Well done, he says. I look at him, confused. Now you know what it feels like to hate your own team.
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