#I am half asleep and just praying there is nothing too goofy in this
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Yearn.
NSFW. Minors Do Not Interact.
Word Count: 3000. Not edited.
Hentzau and his human. The first time.
The inn on the outskirts of Vena wasn’t the most appealing place to be. The hallways smelled of mildew and spilled liquor, several door frames were splintered where they had been victims of fists, and the people who passed her always made her pull the cloak she wore tighter around her. Despite all of this, she couldn’t think of any other place she’d rather be. At the end of the second-floor hallway, in the very last room, Hentzau waited for her.
Room 238 always seemed to be available for them whenever Hentzau asked her to meet him. She would never admit how often she would check their secret message drop off spots. They had several just in case they were caught at one. She had wondered if he checked them as often as she did. She’d never asked. She wasn’t sure he would give her an answer if she did. He had a way of quickly diverting her attention to something different if he wanted to avoid a topic.
She slid the heavy brass key into the lock and turned the knob. The creaking of the door always felt ominous, and she feared that one day he wouldn’t be waiting for her on the other side. Would he tell her if he no longer wished to see her? Would she hear of his death if something were to happen to him? Surely, it would be in the papers if the King’s right-hand man died, but the fear of never knowing still clawed its way through her subconscious.
Today wouldn’t be that day, though.
Hentzau sat at the small table by the window. His ankle was crossed over his knee, his back was straight and tense, and the gold of his right eye seemed to hold the same questions of “what if” that stirred in her brain and chest. She so wanted to ask him what she was to him, but the fear of pushing him away kept the words from spilling from her mouth. Instead, she simply smiled at him and locked the door behind her.
“I was afraid I had given you too short notice to meet me here today,” he said as she made her way to him.
Shaking her head, she took the seat beside him.
“You’re in luck that I had to make a stop by the bakery,” she told him. “I might not have thought to check the hollowed tree if I hadn’t been so close to it.”
He hummed in response, but she got the feeling that he knew better. His shoulders relaxed just slightly as she placed her palm in the hand he had extended to her. He didn’t grasp it instantly, but let his fingers dance gently along her much softer skin.
“How have things been at your job? This is your second week there, yes?” he asked.
She nodded and fought back the shiver that ran down her spine at the feel of his fingers ghosting along her wrist.
“It’s going well, but it’s been much busier than I thought it would be. We’ve gotten in an order for a wedding party. It’s not a very large one, but I’ve never made a formal gown before, so I’m a bit nervous.”
Hentzau nodded, but it didn’t seem like he was really all that curious about her job. He seemed more distracted than usual. Had something happened?
“I am sure you’ll do fine,” he told her.
The backs of his claws were cold as they ran along the sensitive skin of the bend of her arm. The touch wasn’t unwelcome, but it wasn’t often that his hands would stray far from hers. Her soft skin was something he had to readapt to every time they met, but tonight, it was almost as if her skin was the most fascinating thing he’d ever come across.
“I’ve thought about you all week.” His voice was barely above a whisper. It was as if the words were something forbidden that would break this peace they had found.
“I thought about you, too,” she admitted.
The ghost of a smile flickered across his face before he reined it back in.
“Have you?” he questioned, looking away from where his hands still traveled along her skin and up to her eyes.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Every day. Most of the day.”
It was almost unsettling how calm his face was. How unmoving his expression was as his eyes bore into hers as if he was searching for any sign of deception. Any sign that she was stringing him along for the hell of it. He was risking his entire reputation being here with her, but he couldn’t walk away. He couldn’t leave this room and her and all their talks and secret kisses and the closest thing he’d had to normalcy since Kami’en had become king.
His hand moved from her arm to her face. His large hand cupped her jaw as he ran his thumb along her bottom lip. Her eyes fluttered closed as she relaxed into his touch. These moments were so rare. Being openly affectionate was not something the commander was used to, and she reveled in the fact that those walls seemed to have come down if only for this moment. If only for this one night.
The touch of his lips against hers almost startled her away from him, but he held her to him. She had never thought that a person who was known for such harsh things could be so gentle or that stone lips could be more delicate than the finest silks in the shop she worked in.
The soft moan that was heard by only his ears was all it took for him to pull her roughly from her own chair and closer to him. His tongue slid past her lips and brushed against hers as if it hungered for the noises that hid in the depths of her soul.
“When your days were spent thinking of me, where did your thoughts go?” he asked when they parted. Their faces still so close together that she could count the shades of gold in his eyes even with his pupils blown wide. “Where did you allow them to go?”
Heat rose to her cheeks at the question. “What exactly are you asking me?”
He let out a short, breathy laugh. Her embarrassment was almost answer enough.
“Do you want to know what I thought about when my mind wandered to you?” he asked. “Do you want to know the thoughts that found me late into the night in my tent? The thoughts that kept me awake and kept me alive on the battlefield?”
She swallowed thickly and nodded.
“Use your words,” he demanded.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Please, tell me what you thought of.”
He ran his fingers through her hair and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. His warm breath felt like a phantom promise on her neck.
“I thought about the feel of your hands in mine and wondered if the rest of your body was just as warm. I imagined what it would be like to be with you in your bed with your body pressed to mine. In the darkness around me, I thought about the noises you’d make as I made you mine over and over again. If you would let me-”
“Yes.”
Pulling back to look her in the eyes, he let out a steady breath.
“What?” he questioned as if he hadn’t heard her correctly.
She brushed her fingers along the cracked skin of his cheek. For the first time, her touch didn't make him flinch.
“Make me yours,” she told him. “I want you to make me yours.”
He pulled them both to their feet, his hands deep in her hair. The heat of his mouth devoured any noises that thought about trying to escape her lips. The grey uniform bunched in her fists as she pressed into him as he walked her backward toward the bed. Her legs hit the edge of the mattress, but his large hands grasped her waist to stop her from falling onto it.
Breathlessly, he pulled his lips from hers.
“You are certain? This is what you want?” he asked.
“Yes. I want you,” she said. “More than anything.”
He ran his hand up her sides and made quick work of untying the laces on the back of her dress. The cold air kissed the exposed skin of her back, leaving chill bumps in its wake. She wasted no time shoving the sleeves past her arms and dropping the fabric in a pool at their feet. Hentzau said nothing as he stared at her like a wolf gazing down its next meal as she stood there exposed from the waist up. The scent of her arousal filling his nostrils.
His lips were on hers again as he gently pushed her to the mattress. She kicked her boots from her feet. A soft thud echoing in the air around them. Her fingers stumbled over the buttons on his uniform as she tugged the grey fabric open. For the first time, she noticed the absence of his ever-present weapons belt. Had he anticipated the night going this way? Had he discarded it from his body in hopes that her naked form would be below his?
She decided it didn’t quite matter where the hell his weapons were as his tongue slid down the side of her jaw and along her neck. His mouth latched on to the sensitive skin above her collar bone. Her body instinctively arched into his as his teeth bit into her soft flesh. It would leave a mark. It would scream to the world that she was his in a way that words never could. Even if she could tell people about him.
Tossing the grey jacket and undershirt to the floor, she drank in the sight of the gorgeous stone in front of her. To her, the jasper of his skin was more precious and more valuable than any diamonds in any world. Near his heart, a paler brown mark with a design not unlike spider webbing caught her eye. She recognized it instantly. It was that wound that had led her to help him. To try to save his life. She had never imagined that just months later that she would be ripping his jacket open for any other reason than to stop the clear blood pouring from his skin.
Rough hands glided up her sides and to her breasts. A moan ripped through her as clawed fingers pulled on hardened nipples. Locking her legs around his waist, she pulled him flush to her. Any space between them was too much.
The groan in his chest vibrated through her body as he ground his clothed erection against her core.
“Take these off,” she whined, reaching for his belt.
“You first,” he mumbled into her neck.
Slipping his fingers under the waistband of her underwear, he ripped them from her body. He kissed his way down her body, his knees settling on the hardwood floors of the hotel room. Grasping her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the mattress. He parted her legs and gazed at her cunt like it was a new weapon he desperately wanted to learn to wield before he leaned forward and ran his tongue through her folds.
“Fuuuck,” she breathed, arching her hips.
Hentzau hummed in agreement against her. She could feel the smirk on his face as he continued his assault on her entrance before dragging his tongue to her clit. Sharp claws dug into the sensitive skin above her hip bones just enough to hold her still but hard enough to warn her that it would hurt if she tried to move again.
Her eyes met his as he latched his mouth onto the bundle of nerves. The golden irises glowing like a wolf’s as it devoured its prey. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep the tortured noises in her throat. She knew these walls were thin, and she didn’t exactly want the entire inn to know what they were doing in here. Even if it wasn’t uncommon to hear the moans and bedsprings of one night stands echoing throughout the halls.
But that wasn’t acceptable to the jasper Goyl who would happily die between her thighs. He had thought for so long that a soldier’s death on the battlefield was the only way he would desire to leave this world, but right here, right now… she could suffocate him with her thighs, and he would thank her for it. The smell and taste of her sent his senses to a state of euphoria, and all he needed was to hear the desperate noises she was trying so hard to keep from him. He yearned to bury himself deep within her and take whatever she was willing to give him, but first, he would make sure she was good and ready.
Her gasp turned into a wanton moan as he dug his claws slightly deeper into her skin. The burn of them and the unyielding motion of his tongue on her clit was hall it took to send her over the edge. The noise that ripped through her sounded like akin to a wounded animal as it echoed around them. He growled against her already overly-stimulated clit.
“Please… fuck. Hentzau, please.” She grabbed the back of his neck and tried to pull her away from her.
He moved over her. His arms caged her in under him as he licked her juices from his lips.
“‘Please,’ what?” he smirked.
“I need you. I need you in me,” she whined. “Please.”
She felt more than heard the groan in his chest before he pulled away to undo the leather belt. Propping up on her elbows, she watched as he kicked his boots aside shoved his pants ungracefully down, his cock springing free of its cloth prison. Licking her lips, she reached a hand out to stroke him, but he caught her by the wrist before she could make contact.
“Next time, I’ll let you touch me however you wish,” he said, his voice gravelly and accent thicker than she’d ever heard it. “But you told me to make you mine, and that’s what I’m going to do tonight.”
As he loomed over her, she thought how she should be scared that the man known as the king’s jasper bloodhound had her at his mercy, but damn it, all she could think was how fucking gorgeous he was and how loud her heart was in her chest. How could he be so composed when she felt like she was about to come out of her body if he didn’t have his hands on her immediately.
He nodded toward the top of the still made bed where the pillows rested, and she scrambled backward to get where he wanted her.
He smiled. “Such a good girl. You take orders well for your commander. That’s good to know.”
Her face warmed at the praise, but she’d do anything to be his good girl forever.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded as he climbed onto the bed with her.
Kneeling between her parted thighs, he leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moan as his erection rubbed against her entrance. He broke the kiss to bite down on her shoulder as he pushed into her. The strangled gasp from his lover all but driving him forward deeper into her until he was completely sheathed inside.
Heavy breathing and the timpani drum beating of their hearts were the only sounds that filled the room around them as he gave her time to adjust to the size of him. She was as warm and as tight as he had imagined those nights in his tent where he only had his fist for company. The nights where he had bitten his bottom lip until it bled to keep her name from the ears of the other soldiers.
She needed him to move. She needed to feel the drag of his cock along her inner walls. She needed him to fuck her so hard into this mattress that there would be no mistaking the sound the headboard slamming into the walls for anything other than what it was.
His hoarse growl echoed in her ear as she squeezed around him. His hips jerked backward only to slam back into her. There would be times for gentle love making later, but tonight he would mark her in any way he could. She would feel him for days as she walked to the market or sat down to work on gowns at the shop. She would feel the ghosts of his hands on her breasts and thighs and see the claw marks left on her sensitive skin.
She was his. Not just some distraction from the chaos that followed him everywhere he went. Not just a friend who he could destroy at chess. Not just some human girl who had found him wounded like some animal in a trap. She was his.
She chanted his name like a prayer as she tightened her arms around him. His hand snuck between them to rub at her clit as his pace began to become more and more erratic as he chased his approaching high.
She came first, squeezing around him, back arching off the bed to meet his thrusts. He followed right after with a low groan into her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair. He didn’t know how he could leave her tonight. Not when he knew what tomorrow held. Not when he didn’t know how long he would be gone. But he would be back, and he didn’t have to leave until morning. He’d ride out with the dawn, but tonight, she was his. And he was hers… for however long she was willing to have him.
#reckless series#hentzau#goyl#hentzau and his human#I don't usually write smut...but I tried!#I am half asleep and just praying there is nothing too goofy in this#not edited#Valentine writes BS#yeah I skipped X#I'll get back to it later lol
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Thirty Three. Part 2
I was dreaming of her, dreaming of her scent, her voice, her breathy moans in my ear as she curled against me, hands exploring her body. My eyes shot open, breathing heavily. My hand wiping my forehead, I am sweating. That dream felt kind of real, like she was here with me. I really want her so bad, staring up to the ceiling trying to gather myself, I just knew it. I knew I would be dreaming of Robyn after that facetime call, she was turning me on but I ended up falling asleep, clearly. Looking down at myself, I haven’t peed myself, but my dick is so fucking hard right now. Reaching my hand to the side of me, grabbing my phone from the side table “damn” it’s only like four in the morning, I wonder if Robyn is awake or will be asleep. Let me try her, you never know she may be awake, and she could help me with this issue, I mean this is on her and she did turn me on looking that fine. Tapping on Twin’ name, I feel so goofy right now. I can’t believe I am here having a nasty dream about Robyn, like am I child “you’re awake poppa?” oh Robyn is awake, she really awake “you having a party or something?” sounds like it “just a few drinks with my friends, I am shocked. You fell asleep, is everything ok?” I want Robyn so bad right now, it’s been far too long “mhmm I want you” I said it and I can only imagine what Robyn’ face is like “I am here?” she retorted “like I want you, your legs around my head, I am here dreaming of you. I want you so bad” the line went silent “oh” she let out “you are thinking on when I called you daddy” she said in a whisper, that soothing, sexy voice humming over the “could say” I whispered, I don’t know why I am whispering “It is late you know..” she dragged out “I need you” I said it again, I know she is smirking “I am going to bed” Robyn announced “he harassing you, go away poppa” they all calling me that “stop it now, I will be back. Depends” on she won’t be back, she is lying.
I smiled, she is in her hotel room now. God, I want her so bad. I exhaled slowly, mouth away from the receiver. There was a long comfortable silence, she is just listening to my breathing and I listened to her's. If we both closed our eyes it was like we were still next to each other. All that was missing was her warmth, her presence, everything I could hope to have, just short of the real thing. Breaking the silence “I watched you sleep for a while, I can’t believe you fell asleep on me though” I chuckled “medication kicking my ass” it’s like I could hear her smile, and as I closed my eyes I could see her. Delicate smile on her face, the phone to her ear “What are you wearing?” I asked her, voice soft and seductive “same thing I showed you earlier, just panties and a robe. How about you?” Robyn’ voice is so fucking beautiful, it’s sexual as fuck “me, uhm boxers. That is all” I missed her, but phone sex. That was just gonna make me miss her more “I was dreaming about you…” I whispered, “Oh really?” She asked, her curiosity peeked by her words and her sultry tone “And what was I doing?” oh we are doing this.
Waving to the crowd as I walked off stage, another date done. Another day down, closer to when I see my man. I am so excited to see him, he thinks I am not coming because I said I need to go Atlantic City but he doesn’t understand I have a two day break so I am seeing him, I am close by so I thought I would see him. See how he is, clearly he has become hornier. This man has sent me nothing but dick pictures, I am sick. He is sending them unprovoked now, I mean I don’t mind it but give me a break. I see his penis more than my own breasts, but I have to entertain him, of course I will he is my man. I have a rolling stone interview tonight so that will be done and in the morning I have the photoshoot and then after that I will be with Chris, I am keeping to the I am not coming vibe, I want to surprise him. I am super proud of him; I did think he would kick off way more then I thought but he hasn’t. He has used the time to reflect on things, he seems so much calmer “another day done” my tour manager said, Tina passed me my jacket “thank you baby and yes, I can’t wait for this shit to be over. Not in a bad way but I just have a lot on right now” making my way backstage ready to leave this place.
Making my way into the living room “Josh” the interviewer shot up, he seemed in a daze to meet me “wow, you are just amazing” shaking his hand “you think so” I laughed “I am nothing special now boy, come on. Nice that you can come out so late, you ready for the club? You don’t look it” I pointed at his outfit “club?” he retorted caught off guard “you hanging with Rihanna boy, you going to party with me. I mean we just going to go and have some fun, welcome to my life boo. Come” waving him over, I need a drink before we go “I didn’t know, the office just said to be here for eleven” I laughed, I laughed out because I was late “and I had you waiting outside, one thing about me. I will be late for everything, you smoke?” sitting on the bar stool “no, not at all” this guy needs better shoes “so they got me hanging with a nigga with bad shoes, I mean by all means but come on” picking the pre-rolled blunt from the counter “I left this for future Rihanna, past Rihanna rolled this and left for the concert and look, I am happy now” I smiled to myself “and relax Josh, I don’t bite” I winked at him “Tina! Pour some drinks for us” placing the blunt between my lips, grabbing the lighter to light the blunt “I am not prepared, I am just saying this out loud, you are very empowering” he is just full of compliments, clearly.
Josh and I clinked glasses “this bitch is my best friend Mel, I do not go anywhere without her. She is my other half” drinking the wine “so you both been friends since forever? Day one?” nodding my head “it was never a thing of she doesn’t have the talent or that she is not me. She is me, we are one. She is my best friend, my lover. She kept my bed warm at night, not in that way” I laughed “but where I go she goes, we been riding for each other since school. My team, we are all close. Shit, they all seen me naked, I walk around naked. Not in this occasion but we close, family type of close” Josh is just soaking everything in, an interviewer of course he is “does Mel still keep your bed warm at night now” I giggled “not that I know have a boyfriend, no” Mel and I just laughed “there was a lot of speculation that you was cheating on ASAP Rocky when you got with your current boyfriend, how it just started. I don’t know if that is something you read but it seemed like you had him there and had ASAP, was that the case or not” shaking my head “no, I am not a cheater. It happened quick and I get that I really do but I told Rakim straight away. I may have jumped because I was excited, I haven’t seen him for what seven years? So when I saw him, I just yeah. But I am happy, so happy that I could see myself leaving fame” I said it but laughed, I laughed it off but I meant it “you would do that?” Josh questioned “to protect my relationship, to confirm Chris hasn’t said any of this or asked of me to do that but he got hurt because of me, I love my fans I do but I have to think of my happiness but I won’t leave yet but it’s just something there” Josh looks shook “I hope you don’t, I think you got so much more to do yet, we haven’t heard the last of you” I pointed at him smiling “exactly, we can drink to that” holding my glass up.
Putting my earrings on, I wasn’t lying about going to the club “anyone got Josh new shoes” making my way out of the bedroom “wowee” he is crushing on me “I want you to include how much you crushing on me” I laughed “I will, because there is no denying how gracefully beautiful you are. After the incident at your home, the guy got sentenced and it was mentioned he was there for you? He quoted things that I am not repeating, and I am sure you read, does that not scare you?” taking in a deep breath “I can’t be scared all my life with things, I can only pray to god to look over me. Men can be scary, let’s be real. If I was alone, I don’t know. And it does scare me because there are some crazy people out there, I just want to move on from it. I do” sitting down on the couch “is your boyfriend not here? Does he know he got attacked because of you?” I chuckled “he does, and he is in his hometown healing. I will be moving away from that place, sometimes I think I want to move out of country. Maybe back to Barbados where I can be me, where I don’t need to look over my shoulder, where my family and friends can be happy, you know?” shaking my head “maybe that is the peace you need, which leads me to you being stressed which caused you to miscarry. I am sorry to hear that happened to you, when I read it on TMZ and I saw the video of you crying, you made me cry because I could feel your pain through it, it was a weird feeling. The love and support you received and how you highlighted that this happens to a lot of women and how stressful it can be, being in the that moment for you, how did you feel?” I hate speaking on it but it’s my first interview since “erm, wow. I find it hard still, look at me teary eyed. But I uhm, when I was told I didn’t believe it. I just went within myself; I was in shock and I was in pain. So much pain, I am not stupid because if we’re having sex without protection I knew I would fall pregnant and look at god, I just feel pain. And I do, but with the help and support I push through. The baby wasn’t developed fully but when I read that it’s heart would be beating; it just makes me cry. I lost a piece of me when that happened, and then when Chris got hurt. I just felt pain, I felt like I was getting attacked like I am not supposed to be happy. But I need to protect my family, so yeah. Once this tour is over I have a lot to think about, for me, for my family, for my relationship” smiling lightly.
“Do you feel like your career has got in the way? Because I don’t know if I am hearing this right from you, do you think the things that happened wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t on tour?” Josh asked, I paused thinking trying to gather my thoughts “if you are asking if I wouldn’t have lost my baby, you’re right. I had a lot on without noticing, I am to blame too because I was changing, and I didn’t take action. I think maybe I have been thinking about my future too much that now I feel like I am too busy, but I am not saying I would leave music, I love doing it but I think I need to have my time, I need to heal properly. Nobody is me; nobody understands how I feel when I stand there. Because it was me, and I am going to be selfish and I am going to spend time with my man, but I think leaving the country seems to be my way forward anyways” I want to stray away from that miscarriage shit “are you in love?” I laughed out “yes I am, this is why I don’t get why people think I was cheating on Rakim. What happened was I knew Chris from when I came here as an exchange student, I knew him, and I fell for him there, but we split paths and we met again. I never forgot him Josh, never did. You just don’t, not when someone makes you smile the way they do. Am I in love? Yes I am, it’s rare to find that and I did. I found it in him and if you met him, you will see what I love about him, oh are we ready to go?” grabbing my glass, I am ready to get out of here.
I hope Chris appreciates this because I have been to the club, had that interview. Went to bed and then had the photoshoot in the morning all to fit him in, I can even stay the night. I am tired, the fuck. I don’t even know where Tina put him, I just said I did but I really don’t, she found the place, but it seems very peaceful around here, quiet and out of the way. I said to my manager I will see them in Baltimore tomorrow “is this the place?” I have no idea what I be paying out for “yes it is” oh this is fancy, no wonder Chris said it was too nice, I am super excited to see Chris in person. I am tired of talking to him dirty too, he is a damn feign. I don’t even want to think where he is putting those cumrags, he is nasty so I can only imagine “I can open my car door, thank you. See you tomorrow” grabbing the backpack “are you sure? I will watch you go in” opening the door and getting out of the SUV “thank you” closing the door, walking up the drive. Chris is having breakfast in the afternoon, he said he just woke up so I guess it will be a nice surprise for him. Walking up the steps, I can’t wait to see my bald poppa in person. Knocking on the door and stepping back from the door, I know they are eating but someone can open the damn. I know Chris won’t be coming to the door, I was going to knock again but I can see someone coming to the door. Seeing Clinton’ face “hey” I said smiling “oh wow, what a great surprise. Come in, come in please” he opened the door wider for me “what that!?” Chris shouted, stepping inside “he is in the dining room, he is going to be so excited. Does he know? I don’t think he does, or he would have mentioned it” shaking my head following Clinton to the dining room “who is it?” Chris asked again “for you” Clinton pointed behind him, Chris looked behind him “w-what? Twin?” he said in shock “I came to see your bald self in person, hey boys” placing my backpack down “oh my god, you are really here. Wow” placing my arm around him, pressing a kiss to the top of his bald head “I have been waiting to do that to you” Chris is still trying to get over me being here, he is shocked.
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Break a Few Eggs
Summary: Raven dares Clarke to egg a random stranger's house. Only it turns out it's not a random stranger's house at all, but Bellamy Blake's.
anon asked for: im egging your house for a dare but your parent is a cop and they’re yelling at me so i told them that you were my ex and you wronged me and now you’re coming outside and please go along with this i don’t want to go to jail’ au
Rated T, ~1,600 words
Somehow, whenever Clarke stays over at Raven’s, no matter how much Clarke protests, they always end up at truth or dare. Clarke hates it. She hates the things Raven makes her do, because Clarke hates doing stupid things that could get her into trouble for no reason, which of course means Raven loves daring her to do them.
Which is why she’s currently standing on the street outside a house two streets away from Raven’s, in the middle of the night, a carton of eggs in her hand.
“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”
“You could always pick truth.”
“No.”
If there is anything Clarke hates more than Raven’s dares, it’s Raven’s probing questions. It’s not that Clarke isn’t honest with her friend, it’s just that there are some things she’d rather keep to herself.
“Come on,” Raven says. “I know you don’t want to do this. If you change to truth, I won’t make you go through with it.”
“What would you ask me?”
“Have you ever masturbated to the thought of anyone in our English class?”
“I’m doing the dare.”
She opens the gate, which is thankfully silent, and walks down the path towards the front door. Raven remains on the street.
“Good luck!” Raven calls in an exaggerated whisper. Clarke rolls her eyes.
As she reaches the steps, the security light comes on. She stops, heart pounding. She tells herself to relax. The rest of the house is dark, which means either everybody is asleep, or not home. She opens the carton of eggs. Eggs Raven bought specially for this occasion, Clarke has no doubt.
She takes a deep breath, and picks up an egg, then hurls it at the front door, where it breaks with a satisfying crack. She grabs another egg and throws that too. She would never admit it to Raven, but there’s something about throwing eggs at a stranger’s door that brings her some much-needed release. She throws another egg.
“Yes!” Raven yells. “It feels good, right?”
Clarke smiles to herself, but she doesn’t respond. She picks up another egg. Just as she throws it, the door swings open, and it smashes square in the chest of Marcus Kane, chief of police, covering his nice white t-shirt in golden yolk.
“What the hell is going on out here?” he yells. Clarke stands frozen in place, eyes wide, heart racing.
“Oh fuck,” Raven yells. “Run, Clarke!”
Clarke knows it’s already too late for that. Even if Kane hadn’t already seen her face, Raven gave the game away when she yelled her name. It’s not like there are any other girls named Clarke in this town.
Clarke glances around, and Raven is already gone. Clarke is going to kill her. She has absolutely no doubt Raven knew this was Bellamy Blake’s house. The same Bellamy Blake that Clarke argues with every English class, whom Clarke is starting to suspect Raven knows about her huge crush on.
Clarke can only be relieved it’s Bellamy’s step-father who came to the door, and not Bellamy himself. Though it’s not a lot better, seeing as how Kane could probably arrest her for this. Or worse, tell her mom about it.
“Clarke Griffin,” Kane frowns. “What’s the meaning of this?”
“I—” Clarke stammers, at a loss for words, searching for some excuse that might get her out of this.
“Well?” Kane prompts. “Is there a reason you’re throwing eggs at my house in the middle of the night? Or is just some fun little prank? I’m not going to let you off lightly just because I’m friends with your mother.”
“It’s Bellamy,” Clarke says quickly. “He—he cheated on me. And I was just so mad I had to do something about it. I guess I wasn’t really thinking.”
Kane looks thoughtful. “He cheated on you, did he?”
A light goes on somewhere inside, and then Bellamy appears beside Kane, hair unkempt and shirtless. Clarke wants to die.
“Who cheated on who?” he says, squinting at her. “Clarke?”
“Clarke says you cheated on her, and that’s why she felt the need to egg our house in the middle of the night. I didn’t even know you two were together.”
Clarke looks to Bellamy, silently praying for him to go along with this. She really doesn’t want to go to jail. Bellamy is smirking at her, like he finds the whole situation hilarious. She probably would too, if the roles were reversed.
“I didn’t cheat on her,” Bellamy says slowly. Clarke glares at him, hoping the daggers she’s sending accurately portray the severity of the fuck you she wants to tell him. “We were on a break,” he grins.
“We were on a break? Really?” Clarke huffs. “You fucking jerk.”
“Hey, you’re the one who said you needed some space. Must have missed the footnote that stated I still had to be faithful to a girl who wanted nothing to do with me.”
“I hate you so much!” Clarke growls. She’s only half acting.
“Yeah, well I hate you too, princess!”
One glance at Kane shows her that he’s feeling supremely uncomfortable right now. He clears his throat. “I think I’ll just leave you kids to sort this out. And one of you better clean this door.”
Kane walks back inside, and both Clarke and Bellamy watch him go. As soon as he’s gone, Bellamy turns back to Clarke. He’s grinning as he comes outside, shutting the door behind him.
“We were on a break?” Clarke hisses, as Bellamy walks down the steps. “You couldn’t have just gone along with you cheating on me?”
He stops in front of her. “Sorry,” he says, still grinning. “I was watching Friends earlier. And it was more fun this way. For the record, if we were together, I would never cheat on you.”
“You’re a jerk,” Clarke says, mostly in the hopes of him not noticing how red her face is after that comment. She reminds herself he’s just clarifying that he’s not a cheater, he’s not saying he wants to be with her.
“You’re the one egging my house,” he reminds her. “Didn’t realise me disagreeing with you in class bothered you that much.”
“It doesn’t,” Clarke huffs. “Raven dared me to do it. I didn’t even know it was your house.”
“Oh,” Bellamy says. He almost looks—disappointed?
“Do you want it to bother me?” Clarke asks. “Is that why you do it?”
“No,” Bellamy says. He glances at down at his hands, where he’s nervously twisting his fingers together. “I guess—I guess I just hoped you were thinking about me.”
The security light goes off, and they’re plunged into darkness.
“Why?” Clarke says quietly, feeling the need to whisper now that it’s dark. Bellamy steps closer. So close she could sway forward slightly and be pressed against his bare chest.
“I don’t know,” he whispers back. “All I know is I want to be the only thing you think about. That’s why I disagree with you.”
“You want to annoy me into thinking about you all the time?” Clarke asks. She feels dizzy from his proximity, and her heart is pounding like crazy.
“Is that so wrong?”
Clarke shakes her head. “You don’t have to do that though,” she says, dropping her voice even lower. She can’t look at him.
“I don’t?”
She shakes her head again. She manages to look up at him. “I’m pretty much thinking about you all the time anyway.”
There’s a charged silence between them, just for a moment, while Bellamy licks his lips. “Can I kiss you?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
The word is barely out of her mouth before he’s kissing her, soft and slow and careful, like he’s afraid he’ll break her. Warmth blooms in her chest, and her skin tingles all over. He pulls his lips away, and rests his forehead against hers.
“I’ve thought about that a lot,” Bellamy admits. “All I’m thinking about when I’m arguing with you in class is how I want to kiss you.”
“Is that why your arguments make no sense?”
Bellamy laughs. “I’m never going to win with you, am I?”
“Is kissing me not a win?”
“No, it definitely is,” he says. Clarke smiles, ducking her head.
“I should go,” she says. “I have to go and kill Raven.”
“And I have to clean my front door apparently.”
“Don’t,” Clarke says. “I’ll come over in the morning and help you clean it.”
“Okay,” Bellamy agrees. “It’s a date.”
“Kind of a shitty first date,” Clarke says, smiling wryly.
“Maybe if you’d just told me you like me instead of throwing eggs at my house, I’d take you on a proper date.”
“Says the person who argues with me as a form of flirting.”
Bellamy rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. “Okay, you win. Again.”
Clarke laughs. “Maybe one day I’ll let you win.”
“I hope you never do,” Bellamy grins. “Go get some sleep, Clarke. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“See you in the morning,” Clarke agrees. She can’t keep the goofy smile from her face as she walks back to Raven’s. She makes sure it’s gone by the time she’s back in Raven’s bedroom.
“Oh, good, you’re okay,” Raven says. “What happened? Was Bellamy there?”
“Never you mind,” Clarke says, grabbing her pyjamas.
“Are you punishing me for leaving you? I’m sorry, okay? I need to know. Come on.”
“Goodnight, Raven!” Clarke says. “If you’re nice to me, maybe I’ll tell you in the morning.”
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The Search for Sora Ch. 5
1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5
Dear Sora,
I can’t sleep again tonight. I haven’t slept much since I last saw you. Every attempts begins and ends with your smiling face disappearing once more. I won’t lie; these weeks felt hopeless. Who could bring you back? The King was at a loss as was Master Yen Sid. All I could do was wait for you on the beach. Just like I always do. What else was I good for? I promised that I would keep you safe. If only I made that vow to myself… Maybe you would still be here with us?
Speaking of which, I am furious. Riku says I shouldn’t be, but who can stop me in a letter? I heard about your grand speech. All worried about me being alone when I might never see you again! It was reckless beyond belief; when I find you, you’re getting the scolding of your life.
Tomorrow, we set course for Radiant Garden, and after that, who knows? The only thing we know is that waiting isn’t good enough anymore. Riku and I are going to find you, no matter what comes our way.
Until the next time.
Yours truly,
Kairi.
She set the pencil beside her on the bed. Birds chirped outside the window with the dawn. The early morning’s light was the backdrop to her journal entries. If she couldn’t sleep, she might as well write her feelings. Her little habit that she started in the forest kept her sane after Sora’s disappearance. This time, however, she wished he could see her scribblings. Back then, they had all the time in the world to speak to each other. Why would she show him her journal? Now… she blinked back the tears once more. No use in crying now. Everyone would wake soon.
A knock at the door startled her. Her words came true sooner than she thought. Who else was awake right now?
“Princess? Can I enter?” Webby’s voice came through.
Kairi cringed at the title. After last night’s conversation with the Queen and the loose meaning of the title itself, she did not want anyone calling her Princess. It was a misnomer in itself. Only half of the last generation of Princesses were born royalty; Alice wasn’t a princess in any shape or form.
“Come in!” She called out as she put away the writing supplies.
The door creaked open, and Webby scooted in quietly, staring at the ground beneath her feet. It was a stark contrast to the confident girl she met last night. Kairi slid off the bed and studied the wizard in front of her. While Donald was brilliant but brash, Webby put on a facade to the world.
“You know,” Kairi started, catching Webby’s attention. “You don’t have to call me Princess. It’s not a real title anyway,” she said gently.
The younger girl’s face lit up. “Oh good! I was scared you’d be stuck up like a real princess.” She clapped her hands over her mouth, but a snicker escaped anyway.
“Does Queen Minnie know you think she’s stuck up?” Kairi teased.
“No, that’s not what I meant!” The duck gasped.
Kairi patted Webby’s shoulder. “I understand. I wouldn’t want my traveling buddy to be a brat either.” She winked.
Webby looked up at her with wonderment. “You want to be my buddy?” The hope in her voice nearly brought Kairi to tears once again that morning. This magnificent wunderkind thought that Kairi, of all people, would reject her friendship?
“I’d be lucky to be your friend, Webby,” she firmly responded.
“That’s nice because… ever since the triplets left the Castle, it’s been lonely. Max, PJ, and Bobby are always training, and it’s not fair to bother them.”
Webby wasn’t much different from Kairi in that sense. “The boys left you behind to go on their own adventure,” she commented.
Webby nodded. “Plus, I don’t have much luck with girl friends. There’s boys all over the castle, but I’m the only girl around my age.” She sighed. “When the King asked me to go off world and help you, I jumped at the chance. Then I met you, and…” Webby trailed off, once again staring at her feet.
Kairi finished her sentence for her. “You didn’t think I’d want to be your friend?”
The small wince was all Kairi needed to see to know that this girl was in dire need of a girl friend. If nothing else, Kairi was well-qualified for this job.
“I’d be honored if you wanted me as a friend, Webbigail.” Kairi took a deep breath in. “I’m not gonna lie to you. I’m a bad bet right now, and you’d get the short end of the stick.” Speaking the blunt truth might help her own mental state after all these months. No use lying to everyone and herself.
Webby spoke quietly. “Donald didn’t tell me everything, but he told me enough. You don’t have to share anything at all. It’s not my business.” She held out her little hand for Kairi to take.
“Thank you.” She shook Webby’s hand for all it was worth and gave her a small smile. “It’s my pleasure.”
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He had barely slept in the few hours since all the Guards fell asleep when the bugle call had started. PJ assured him last night that the bugle call was meant for the new trainees, not him. It didn’t stop the trumpets from waking him up. What time is it?
“Morning Riku!” The overly cheerful voice penetrated the pillow covering his ears. A hand gently shook his shoulder.
Riku groaned at the intrusion. “A few more minutes, Sora,” he mumbled. This was probably his last chance before they left- He jolted awake. “Sora?” He called out desperately.
A shadow approached him. His vision was blurry, but he could tell that it wasn’t Sora. Too tall. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
His sight cleared to reveal Max standing at the end of his bunk. “Sorry,” Max apologized. “I didn’t mean to…”
Riku shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.” He rested his arm on his knee and looked Max in the eye. He resembled his father (how had Goofy not told them about a son?!) and had his kind face. “I just miss him,” he admitted quietly.
Max took in a deep breath and exhaled. “I don’t know what I would do if PJ or Bobby disappeared on me. I know I couldn’t pick myself up to find them through the worlds.”
Riku let a small laugh slip. “I’ve done this song and dance before, but I knew he was safe that time.” He swung his legs over the bed and stood up. “Don’t worry about me Max,” Riku reassured him and started for the exit. He paused when he heard Max call his name.
“Dad said that you’re a lonely guy. It doesn’t have to be that way.”
He wanted to argue. He wasn’t alone. He had Kairi. Soon, they would find Sora. Riku didn’t need anyone else. Right?
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They stood in the Gummi Hangar, waiting for Riku, Chip and Dale to return with the Gummiship. Donald, Daisy, and Goofy were their final sendoff party. The King and Queen provided the supplies for their journey, but Donald and Goofy held their judgment.
“Do you all have your Gummiphones?”
“Yes Donald,” Max answered, patting the phone in his own pocket.
“Chargers?”
“Yes Goofy.” Kairi grinned cheekily at the knight.
“Snacks? Drinks? Potions?!” Donald quacked frantically as he pried Webby’s backpack open. She swatted him away and moved closer to Kairi.
Daisy yanked him back by the collar. “Calm down, Donald!”
Donald crossed his arms angrily. “They need to be prepared,” he insisted as Daisy let go of him.
Goofy patted him on the shoulder. “We have to let the kids go at some point.”
Donald harrumphed and turned away.
Kairi took a little pity on him. “Would you like to check my bag?” She held out her case.
Donald’s eyes shone at the request. He grabbed it quickly and rifled through the contents. “Kairi understands me,” he muttered. “Kairi is the smart one on this trip.”
“Donald!” Daisy admonished. “Give her bag back and settle down.”
Before the two could start another argument, the gears behind the group began to wind. They turned to find the Highwind rising to the platform. The ramp opened to reveal Riku and the chipmunks.
“All aboard the best Gummiship in the realm!” Dale announced.
Riku studied the group and their luggage. “Are we taking enough with us?” He joked despite the three teenagers waving their hands frantically behind Donald and Daisy.
Luckily Goofy had a handle on the situation. “Their Majesties don’t want y’all to be missing anything.”
Riku smiled slightly. “I wish we could thank them in person, but I want to get to Radiant Garden as soon as we can.” He clapped Donald and Goofy on their backs. “We’ll let you know when we find something.”
Daisy pulled Webby into a tight hug. “I’ve been so used to having you around. Be brilliant out there!” She nuzzled her head onto Webby’s.
“I’ll miss you too Daisy, but I can’t breathe!” Webby flapped her arms in distress.
Daisy let go of the girl and smiled at Max. “You both have grown up so much.” Her eyes watered.
Max felt the tears in his own eyes. Daisy had taken care of them both all these years in place of their real parents. She was the one who arranged birthday celebrations and made time in her busy schedule to attend to the castle wards. He put an arm around her shoulders. “Thank you Daisy.”
Goofy pulled his son into his own embrace. “You’re taking after your pop after all. I’m proud of you, Maxie.”
Kairi’s heart was heavy as they boarded the Gummiship. She took her seat in the co-pilot seat. The weight on her conscience didn’t lighten. As they left the world for Radiant Garden, the sensation only got worse. Maybe it was their sudden drop into Gummispace. Most likely, it was the fact that the fate of these two kids was tied to hers and Riku’s. The last time someone threw their lot in with them, he disappeared into the sunset.
She only prayed destiny did not repeat itself.
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I witness heaven in her eyes
“The gods are missing their favorite angel/ but she’s taught me how to fly/ and she shows no desire of returning/ and thus I’ll make her mine.”
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“You are still here, child?”
Dazed, Essätha looked up with bleary eyes towards the voice. She hadn’t even heard the door open. When did they come in, and how long had they been standing there?
“I… I’m sorry?” she rasped, confused.
The older woman smiled, crinkling her face and making the crow’s feet around her eyes appear deeper. She stepped into the room slowly, hobbling with the use of her staff for guidance. She appeared fragile with her unkept thinning white hair and short stature, but there was still a keen brilliance in her eyes that were as blue as turquoise seas beneath her spectacles.
“I would have thought one of your friends would have relived you of your duty by now,” the old woman stated politely. She approached the end of the bed, gazing over the lone form on the small twin-sized mattress. “How is he fairing?”
“Better,” Essie replied. “Thank you for your help, madam Razz.”
The woman nodded politely but said nothing more. After a while, Essie turned her gaze back upon her nobleman upon the bed. He was laying on his back, propped up by a number of pillows to keep his head up. Between the salves on his skin beneath bandaging, and the sickly sweet odor left over by the concoction Razz had made him choke and force down his throat, he did not smell as good as he usually did. Nor did he look as he usually did, with ghastly pale skin and his eyes darting beneath the hollow dark areas around his eyes as he sweated beneath the sheets. Now and then he would hoarsely mutter and cry out while he slept, and she would soothingly grab his hand, or rub a cool towel on him for comfort. It was all she could do to help him.
“Poison weapons are such nasty business,” the woman stated. “It lacks honor to kill a foe while staring them in the eyes.”
Essätha swallowed uncomfortably, feeling the dragging fatigue on her eyelids once more. Her mind might only be able to think of Amon, but her body was still tired and aching from the fight. All she wanted to do was lay her head down on the edge of the bed and sleep. But he needed her more then she needed rest.
“Child. Did you hear me?”
“Hmm? Wha’ was that?” Essie muttered, forcing her gaze away from the nobleman’s face.
Razz smiled at her with concern. “How many of your friends have you turned away tonight, so you could remain by his side?”
Her face instantly burned. Each and every one, which had come in round the clock to swap out with her.
The witch doctor thumped the end of her staff on the floorboard. “I am going to go fetch one of those still awake, and I expect you to get some rest. I’m no miracle worker; if you become sick or exhausted from avoiding your rest, there’s only so much I would be able to offer you. He will be alright when you awake in the morning, I promise you.”
She frowned, trying to work out a protest as the woman ambled back towards the door. It was hard to come up with arguing points when you could hardly see straight. In fact, all she continued seeing besides the condition Amon was in now was how he appeared when they dragged him to this place. Lifeless, clinging to threads, gasping for air and sickly pale with an eerie tinge of discolored green about his skin. Sulhadur, Abernathy, and Pri’cha were spent of magic and energy from the fight; both in healing and in combat, and they hadn’t enough anything left to tap into to help him.
Amon was practically incoherent by the time the witch doctor had entered the room. Between strange, ancient enchantments none of them had ever heard, and her herb blends and strong-smelling beverages and prayer, he seemed to be turning tide. It was slow, and he was mostly delirious, but it was working. He had babbled in gibberish about Marie, and something about wanting to see his sister, and even whimpering something of ‘no one could find out’ and Arthur’s name in ways that were… vastly disturbing. Whatever it was these ancient techniques did to him, Essie didn’t like it, but she would respect it if it saved him.
For just a moment, her eyes slid closed. When they opened, she was surprised to see Amon looking up at her with slow, uneven blinking. He was breathing regularly, but his hands were clammy and sweaty beneath hers.
Gasping, Amon fumbled, freeing a hand from hers. He reached for her face, fingers trembling, but didn’t quite reach her.
Confused, Essätha took his hand again in hers. She smiled, resting the back of his hand against her cheek.
“Rest,” she breathed, reaching up to brush hair from his sweaty forehead and check his temperature. “I’m right here. I’m watching over you.”
The nobleman breathed out deeply; his chest rattling in a manner that wasn’t quite normal. Should could see the whites of his eyes with how rounded they were, like he was absorbing some great shocking information.
Amon struggled to keep his eyes open. His mouth opened, but too parched, he couldn’t do more then croon uselessly. Before she could fetch him a drink, he closed his eyes. A slight shaking overtook him, and he seemed to slump over, back into the strange unconsciousness that didn’t seem quite like sleep as his hand went lax in her grip.
The door opened once again.
“I have found your replacement!” Razz hissed enthusiastically.
Essie quirked a small smile up to Abernathy. He looked mildly more rested then her, but just as anxious.
“I would like to sit with my so- with Amon for a while, Essie,” Abe reassured her gently, “you go and get some sleep, like the rest of us.”
“Whose actually sleeping?” she joked.
With surprisingly calm seriousness, he replied, “Hardly anyone.”
Heart sunken, she turned to look back at Amon. The last thing she wanted to do was leave him, even more-so after promising him that she was there. She should stay, and be right here, when he woke. What if he needed her? What if he asked for her?
“Essie. It’s alright. I’ll be right here.”
She jumped. When had he walked all the way over here? She hadn’t heard him at all.
Maybe… maybe she couldn’t offer him protection, as groggy as she was. She wouldn’t see an assassin until they they were already stabbing her, or him, at this rate.
“… Fine. I’ll sleep a few hours, but I’ll be back.”
“I would prefer you try resting the remainder of the night, but if you manage to return before dawn and insist upon it, I won’t argue,” Abernathy remarked. He pat her hand, gently, catching her eye. “I know how much you care for him. I wouldn’t turn you away for wanting to be here with him.”
Something in his voice was… rather strange. With a choking feeling in her throat she couldn’t describe, Essätha laid Amon’s hand gently back on his torso. She tried to stand, found her legs hurt too much, and collapsed back into the chair, hissing.
Abernathy helped her get to her feet gingerly the second time, murmuring encouragement in a foreign tongue.
Razz opened the door, ushering her out with supportive commentary. The sooner she was asleep, the sooner she’d awake to him being better. Some nonsense that she needed to take care of herself too. Essie was less than half-listening, glancing back through the gap in the door as the witch doctor closed it.
Abernathy, pensive, had placed his elbows on the edge of the bed and appeared to almost be praying, but she doubted it. He was staring at Amon with concern as he slept deeply for the time being.
The door clicked, shutting her out and leaving her cold, and empty.
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Like a team of painted dogs to their packmate, everyone was up at a reasonable morning hour to be crowded around the bedside. Most ate breakfast within the room, and those who did not still managed to find themselves hovering close by the door with or between bites of their meal. Madam Razz was the last to squeeze herself through the throng, shooing a few of them with her staff to the side in order to approach the nobleman.
While bunched close by, the woman inspected him. She studied his complexion, which still appeared mostly pale, and then felt his forehead. The witch doctor gave an approving nod, and leaned in to listen to his chest. She lifted his eyelid, to which there were a few tense noises from those crowded, and let it droop.
Producing a single, thin leaf from a pocket in her shroud, she passed it beneath his nose.
Amon’s eyes shot open as he inhaled, coughing weakly.
“There we are,” Razz hummed. “I apologize for waking you, child. I just wanted to ask how you were doing, and give your friends some comfort in hearing from you.”
Amon’s eyes drifted. The witch doctor woman opened a pouch hanging at her hip, and dug inside to produce a small vial. She uncorked it, and tipped the bottle into his mouth while prying his lips apart. He sputtered as he swallowed the liquid down, grimacing.
With an almost sloppy drunk-like stupor, he opened his eyes slowly. His head rolled upon the blanket from the left, and to the right to pass over them. The nobleman offered a goofy smile. With a sigh, he sank deeper into the bed as though he was feeling more comfortable.
“G’day… friends…”
“Thank Torm. Amon, how do you fair? Can we do anything for you; get anything?”
His eyes danced around, like he couldn’t focus his gaze. A frown appeared. Essie edged around, squeezing past Penimra and Sulhadur to move closer.
“Did anyone else see the angel last night?” Amon whispered hoarsely. “… Where’d ‘ey go?”
A confused silence settled over the group. Uncomfortably, they began to exchange looks.
There was a fearful clasp around her stomach, clasping tight now. He’d seen what? Was this one of those hallucination things, or a memory, or something else? Nibbling on her lip, Essätha clipped past Abe to hover close to his bedside. Clenching her fists and unclenching them, it was all she could do to keep herself from rushing the bedside and checking him herself. It had been a terrible struggle last night as it were to resist climbing in next to him, and had there been enough space, she surely would have ended up doing just that.
Appearing deeply troubled by their lack of help, Amon’s head lulled across the pillow. He looked at them all, seeking answers.
Finally, his gaze rested on Essätha’s.
He lit up instantly; eyes brimming with recognition. His chest heaved with a delighted gasp of air, and with a warm fondness, he declared with reverence and awe, “She’s still here.”
It took all of four seconds for the nobleman’s words to dawn at her. When they did, her mouth fell agape and her eyes rounded wide. Beneath her ribcage, her heart was beating a marathon’s pace, sending blood rushing to her face until it was glowing a shade of cherry red.
She could feel everyone turning to stare at her, slowly. Someone snickered beneath their breath.
Amon was still staring at her; venerating and tender. It was a struggle not to stare. It was an effort to turn her regard from his, feeling an enormous power that seemed to burn in his eyes. A magnetic force that crackled between them. The way he stared at her now, all openness and wildly unrestrained admiration and devotion, like he was adoring something precious and rare, it made her insides melt into a puddle.
It was… too much.
She pushed past Abe, and then had to squeeze past the others to make it to the door.
“W-wait- please don’ go-”
The desperation in his voice almost make her knees give out. Don’t run from me. It echoed in her head, repeating again and again as she turned the door handle.
Abe had stepped forward, restraining Amon’s weak form with a gentle hand to the chest to keep him down. Essie turned to glimpse back towards him as she pulled the door closed, catching the hopeless look in his eyes staring after her, like he was lost, and hurt, and afraid.
She shut the door softly, the weight of failure clinging to her shoulders.
She… Abandoned him.
“… I’m sorry.”
Her voice hoarse, and broken, she released the doorknob and forced her limbs to obey her despite their protest, and trudge further and further away from the pull aching in her chest.
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“So, Essätha is your angel now, huh?~”
Abernathy elbowed Penimra in the ribs, causing the high-elf to wheeze with pain.
“Do not mind him, Amon. It was a… common mistake,” the orcish-elf gently remarked, offering a strained smile.
He kept a stone-face expression, but his cheeks were red.
“A mistake?” Adela purred, offering a mink-grin. “A mistake is crying for no reason, or fumbling for something already in your hands, or saying ‘I love you guys’ like an idiot. He looked Essie dead in the eye and called her his angel.”
“Adela,” Abe warned. “Leave it alone.”
“You’re right. Definitely doesn’t say anything weird.”
“Ravamora, don’t give me a reason to take away your spellbook.”
The wood-elf gasped at the group-dad’s threat, grabbing her book and clutching it close.
To his credit, Sulhadur made an attempt to reach out and place a supportive hand on the nobleman’s shoulder. He swatted it away, mutely reaching for the milk and honey. He added both silently to the steaming cup of tea Razz placed before him.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Amon,” Sul remarked. “You had a lot of odd substances in your body at the time. You didn’t do it on purpose.”
Nibbling on a piece of honeycomb, even Pri’cha nodded. “Lord Anon was clearly under a lot of stress. Niss Essätha is clearly no ethereal being.”
Amon drank quietly from his teacup. Not an ethereal being…
Oh, how wrong the cleric was. Even Sul’s comment was falsely conjured. He’d known what he’d seen.
She was divinity. He didn’t need the herbs and the powerful and awful tasting beverages or the off-putting smelly ointments to show him what he already saw. The ambrosia gold of her eyes were twin suns breaking through the dark eclipse of his life. The softness of her smile, gently curving; her whispered words and he was spellbound, trusting, tongue-tied and yearning. He didn’t need a drip of any liquor or any potion to be able to look at her and see true, raw beauty. Curls of low-light ebony peaking out from her braid, warm tones of caramel skin, and each and every curve and bend and angle that made up her body. She was uniquely her own, and breathtaking in a way he’d never been able to fully see and appreciate another before.
His tongue had been clumsy, but it hadn’t been wrong. He wasn’t wrong.
But since then, and recovering from his groggy state and near-death experience, she avoided him like the plague. As he meandered the witch doctor’s residence and found more and more strength to venture to the outdoors and around, so Essie made herself more and more scarce. Her eyes never met his. The few times they did; an accident, or drawn in by him calling her name with hope, her face had that same red-glow it did when she’d heard him call her the angel. She would grow as flush as someone choking on their last breath, about to pass out, and would quickly look away, trying to shield her complexion by holding a hand up to hide her face.
It pained him.
He messed up. He’d ruined it. He’d fucked up their friendship; as he’d feared he would the moment he had told Abernathy about his budding feelings. She wanted nothing to do with him now. She couldn’t even stand to look at him.
He drank from his tea in length before looking down at it at the rippling, milky brown complexion of himself before it. Defeated, and crestfallen.
He’d have to fix this… somehow. If he still could.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Amon felt his heart jump the moment he spotted her. She was alone, hanging clothes on the witch doctor’s line to allow their garments to dry. He took a deep breath, and reached down to adjust his jerkin to lay flat. Realizing he may be trying to hard to look nice for a conversation that was going to end in disaster, he stopped himself part of the way from adjusting his cuffs to instead, purposefully muse his hair a bit and hastily lay his cloak a little off one shoulder before he cautiously moved to approach.
“Essätha?” Gods, he sounded breathless already. He name alone was enough to make him quiver somewhere deep, deep, deep inside his soul.
She jolted upon hearing her name, nearly dropping a pair of damp trousers. Instantly, the dark hue of crimson was spreading from her cheeks and burning down her throat, and over her features. She used the apparel in her hands as a shield, pinning them up with shaky hands as he approached her.
“… M’lord Amon.” Her voice was a soft lilt, musical, shy. He wanted to hear her say his name again. He wanted to hear that same sweet, pleasant ring call out to him day after day, after day, after day for the rest of his days.
The nobleman swallowed, trying to bury his rapidly beating heart from jumping out of his chest. “May I… May I have a word?”
“I… suppose.”
Cautious, but willing. It was more then what he’d hoped for.
Clearing his throat, Amon looked down at the ground. “I apologize sincerely if I made you uncomfortable for what I said, Essie. I hadn’t meant to embarrass you, in any manner.”
For a few moments, she said nothing. Focusing on clipping the slacks up, she sighed. Brushing strands of hair out of her face, she stepped around the clothes, but kept her eyes adverted from him.
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable, m’lord,” she hoarsely replied. “I’m just… overwhelmed. And confused.”
Damn him, his pulse accelerated and his palms grew sweaty. He wiped them against his slacks, trying to make the act look casual. It truthfully didn’t.
Straining a smile, he opted to try joking in a weary tone, “I was loopier then a leprechaun, huh?”
To his great relief, she laughed. It was a beautiful sound; a wonderful song. He leaned unconsciously towards her, wanting the impossible.
“You were…” A sadness crept upon her face, and in her eyes. “You were strong, despite the… challenges.”
So much for making it better. Amon gaped at her, trying to find the words of comfort that he could not to make her feel better.
When he did not speak, she did. “… I guess you’re right though. I mean, you weren’t yourself. You didn’t know what you were saying. You couldn’t have possibly meant any of that.”
With a sparkling gaze, she finally looked at him. There was that sweet smile he missed aimed at him; carving her name straight in his heart.
He came to the realization, the longer she stared, and the more her brow knit, she seemed to be waiting for him to jump in and agree with her.
He could not.
The deep rouge-color blush tainted her cheeks and crept over her face once more. Her lips trembled just the slightest as she looked at him.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“… What do you mean? This is how I always look at you.”
“Exactly,” Essätha gasped, looking away. Frustration leaked into her voice as she rattled off swiftly: “Do you even realize how unfair it is? You stare at me like- like I’m special or important, wearing that little smile tugging at your lips and the smile in your eyes-” She groaned, gesturing with her hands wildly.
Baffled, Amon stepped closer. “Hey. Essie- stop. Stop,” he insisted, carefully taking hold of her hands. He squeezed them gently in his, murmuring softly, “You are special. You are important, to me.”
She looked down at their hands, her face a blinding crimson. “Why? I’m none of those things. I’m just some- some Yuan-Ti, and not even a good one at that. I don’t matter; I don’t have any importance, I don’t have any titles or nobility. I don’t have any more intriguing things about me then the next person. Not in looks, not in ability, not in knowledge or anything spectacular, really. I’m painfully plain.”
“Essätha, none of those things matter,” Amon countered. His hands were shaking as he smothered hers, determined to keep her from fleeing from him. “You are so fair from being plain that it’s laughable. Money, nobility; those aren’t things that make you special or unique anyway; but do you know what does? You being you. Pelor you are- sweet, and beautiful, and clever, and witty. What defines you as being special isn’t what lines your coinpurse, it’s who you are, and you are so exquisitely gorgeous and unparalleled; so one-of-the-kind, so you, that I know I will never be able to meet another Essätha Meduza in all my life, even if I searched all the planet from end to end.”
Her eyes flickered from their hands, up to meet his. He felt all the air stall mid-way through his lungs.
“I… I’m sorry I rejected your praise,” she whispered. “Clearly this… means very much to you.”
“You mean a lot to me, Essie. I love you.”
The words were slower to sink into him, then they were her. Her mouth parted slowly. She stared at him with complete and total bewilderment.
“You… love me?”
He hardly heard her, and it wasn’t because of the roaring in his ears. She hardly uttered the words.
Slowly, Amon disconnected his hands from holding hers.
What had he done.
What had he done.
His breathing wheezed fearfully. Stunned and horrified, he looked down at his hands as he turned them over, staring at his palms.
Gentle hands cupped his cheeks. Alarmed, he jerked back.
Essätha pressed a light kiss to his lips. It was brief; her eyes closed, her lips soft, and she pulled away again, still holding his face in her hands.
“… You kissed me.”
Was that his voice? He sounded like he’d gargled glass.
She was smiling, still flush. “I did,” she agreed proudly. “That would be what it’s called, yes.”
His brown knit with confusion. The gears in his head just… couldn’t comprehend.
Now, she looked concerned, worrying on her lower lip. “I… I’m sorry. I probably should have asked before acting i-it’s- I j-just was… so happy I thought… I thought…” She breathed in deeply, and exhaled as her eyes moved away. “I never believed you could possibly… have feelings for me. I’ve been so conflicted and confused and I- I’m s-sorry I thought we- that were having a moment.”
Her hands were trembling against his face. She slowly began to remove them.
Amon, unable to hold it back any longer, clinging to the rope she threw him, rasped, “Why did you kiss me?”
She smiled at him fondly, but nervously. “Isn’t it obvious? I… thought that’s what people who love each other do.” She swallowed, dropping her hands. “But m-maybe I misinterpreted, I’m sorry-”
Watching her deflate was like watching an angry, black storm consume the sun. He was suddenly blind, and dear, and without her light shining upon him.
“Essätha-” he pleaded, reaching for her.
She was wide-eyed startled as he cupped her cheeks, and pulled her back towards him. The softest brush of his gasping lips against hers, and nothing more.
“M’lord Amon.”
His heartbeat fluttered unsteadily. The pure perfection of how she breathed his name, just a breath away from his lips.
And then, the words he’d longed to hear for so long. A dream he told himself could never come true.
“I love you.”
He couldn’t wait. Not one more second. He cradled her delicate features, skimming her cheeks. Her lips were soft, and sweet, and followed his lead slowly; savoring the moment, dancing on the edge, and utterly gentle.
Her hands had found his hair amongst the kissing, and grazed through a few times before he allowed them both air. She was shaking as badly as he was.
“You are an angel,” he practically whined. “You are my angel.”
Essätha’s eyes danced over his features, breathing heavy. For once, he understood. He got it. He could see the struggle in her; the fight within to try finding something, anything, to say. It was how he felt around her, every day. There weren’t enough words, and even the ones that existed, they were not good enough to encompass all that she was; all she made him feel.
Dropping his hands from her face, he went for her waist. He pulled her tight against his chest. Any closer, and she would be crammed to his ribcage, suffocating him. He didn’t mind. She could take his air. She could live beneath his ribcage, there, in his heart. She could call it home. She had rebuilt so much of it anyway, that she’d developed the perfect key to step inside.
With her arms thrown instead around his neck, Essie folded into him. She let go and went loose; let him hold her, and trusted him to keep her on her feet. Her every breath was against his nape, and it made him shiver. He was too rough, he scolded himself, trying not to claw at her; drag her impossibly closer. He was holding her too tight.
She seemed to read his mind with that knowing only she had before he even loosened his grip.
“Don’t let go.”
“Never.”
There were her plush lips; tender and warm against his temple, against his jaw, against his neck. They were light as butterfly wings brushing, and he felt his knees nearly buckle with longing.
“Essätha,” he crooned, rubbing the length of her back. Such a beautiful, wonderful name. It curled wonderfully off the tongue.
“Amon,” she cooed in return, teasing and playful. Her fingers rubbed the back of his head, and found their way into his locks once more.
Absently, he rocked them from side to side, breathing in the smell of jasmine and sunlight on her skin.
It was a miracle. This couldn’t have ended better, then to have someone to call both a best friend and a love. It was nearly perfect.
But she was more then perfect, to him.
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Found You
Simon/Reader, Fluff and Smut.
(This my first ever smut that I’m publishing. )
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, NSFW
Standing in the kitchen watching as my son Charlie runs through the living chasing Judith. He was born in the beginning of all this. He had just turned three years of age. I lost his father in the beginning we got separated and I never found him again. I don't know if my husband is even alive anymore. I rubbed my wedding band sighing.
"Mom," my teenage daughter calls out. She was twelve at the beginning of this, now she just turned sixteen last week.
"Yes, Kiley?" Brushing her black hair out of her deep brown eyes.
"Can I go practice driving with Aaron?" Pleading like any teen would.
“If you want, as long as you don't go far, and Aaron is okay with it.” I say kissing her forehead before she ran out the door.
We lived in Alexandria for a year now, before Rick and his crew came. They where one of the best things to happen to this place. Making people realize the truth. Even with Negan now Rick is taking care of us he is ready to fight. Pushing the curtains out of the way of the window, watching Kiley get into the car waving. Man did she looked like her father both of them did. They had his deep brown eyes and black hair. My daughter even has his hair growth poor girl I showed her how I shave with my pocket knife. It's not the best thing but it works. One thing they got from me was there nose and smile. Man did I miss his big goofy smile, and that loud voice that could be so imitating, but also made me laugh. I couldn't bring myself to be with anyone else. Not while I was still so in love with my husband and knowing there was a chance he was still out there. Even if it was a slim chance. I hear a knock, going to my door dodging the kids. Opening it I find Carl with Daryl.
"Daryl?" I ask confused.
"He wants to see Judith." Carl states looking to me then back at Judith. Daryl smiles as Judith comes over to Daryl he picks her up. Charlie comes running over, I swipe him up before he gets out the door. Placing him on my hip.
"How?" I asked knowing he would understand what I meant.
"Someone let me out she ran too." He says,"we can't stay long we are going to the Kingdom." I nod he takes Judith with him to Rick they where talking before they left, handing Olivia Judith. I hear Charlie yawn I look at him.
"What do you say I make us lunch and we take a nap?" I smile at Charlie.
"Ya!" I set him down on a chair in the kitchen. I make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and give him half with some applesauce. I eat the other half smiling at him as he grabs the applesauce with his hand shoving it in his mouth. By the time he was done I had to wash his face and hands.
"Look at you! You're a mess." I giggle washing his face. I take him upstairs hearing Kylie come in she walks upstairs. "It's nap time." I say motioning to Charlie who had started fallen asleep.
"That sounds like something I can handle Olivia wanted to see you mom." Kylie says taking Charlie.
"Thank you honey." I say heading downstairs and to the pantry.
"Hey Olivia," I knock walking in she turns.
"Hey, I have something for you." She pulls out a small piece of a chocolate bar. "I know Kylie's birthday was last week. I found this doing inventory I want Kylie to have since it was her sixteenth birthday last week. It should be special."
"Thank you Olivia that's really sweet of you." I smile at her. Heading back to the house I hear the gates open as trucks pull in Negan's trucks. They are early that's not good we are not ready. Seeing Rick walking towards the crowd of people I begin walking towards the house. I hear the voice I've missed for years.
"Rick! Hello, and Hello again." Simon voice echos. I was frozen back towards the crowd. Scared that if I turn around it won't be him. Walking towards my home, so if this went south I was with the kids.
"I thought it’d be longer," Rick states.
"You think we're here for a tribute? Do you?" Simon voices grows softer I could no longer hear it I turn, but trees now block my view.
Conflicted I stand there thinking over my options to go see and hope it really is Simon, and if not draw attention to myself. I knew they would make there rounds so I went sitting on my porch not far from them but still out of view praying it was my husband. There Rounds weren't normal they were going in the houses with guns, tearing up my eyes widen. I stand up looking at my door. I hear the voice again at the pantry I turn towards that way this time locking eyes on Simon. He wasn’t looking at me he was looking at Rick. I felt tears begin to fill my eyes instinctively I began to run hopping down all the steps stopping when a gun is aimed at me.
"Simon!" I yell catching his attention. He turns at first anger on his face, it softens when seeing me.
"Put your gun down." He orders.
"She was running towards you to attack," The guy states still holding his rifle at me.
"I said put it down!" Simon yells at the guy. Rick and the rest looked at me confused. As Simon begins to walk towards me. I begin to run to him again this time grasping him into the tightest hug I could muster. "I'm so glad you're okay." He whispers,"Kylie?"
"She is fine, but..." I begin.
"I'm sorry but what the hell is going on?" Rick asks looking at me. I see Simon smirk.
"I would appreciate you not talking to my wife like that." Simon pulls me to his side.
"What!?!" Rick shouts slightly.
"What he means is Before this we where a family. We got separated at the beginning. He is Kylie and Charlie's dad. I know he might be with the saviors but the still doesn't change that fact. Or-" I start to say something else.
"Hold on Charlie?" Simon raises a eyebrow.
"When we got separated, I was pregnant. I didn't know yet, he is three," I smile. I hear a door close looking I see Kylie coming out with Charlie. Simon looks to where I am looking.
"Dad!" Kylie yells running with Charlie right to Simon's arms.
"Hey, Sweetie. Happy late birthday," He says kissing her forehead as she hugged him with one arm. "This must be Charlie," He picks up Charlie everyone flinches not taking their eyes off Simon. I smile as he lifts him up softly. Charlie looks at me clearly uncertain.
"Charlie that's your daddy. You know like Judith has a daddy." I say placing my hand on Simon's shoulder.
"Daa-ddy?" He says poorly.
"Yup that's right," Simon smiles at him.
"Dad are we coming with you?" Kylie asks clearly hoping it's a yes because she was always more of a daddy's girl. Simon looks at me sighing.
"I don't know yet, Why don't you take your brother and go pick out the things you need just in case?" Simon pats Kylie shoulder before heading her Charlie, She nods. Everyone is still staring at us. Simon had sent his men away. "It's up to you, as always it's your choice."
"I want to go with you." I state bluntly not even thinking.
"What!" Rick yells," After everything they've done." Simon glares at him I grab his arm.
"I know and I am sorry, but I can't lose my husband again. I'm sure all of you can understand that. I can't take my kids away from their father, who knows how long any of us have left. Everyday might be our last and I'm truly sorry, but believe or not Simon is a good man." I shake my head at them not making eye contact.
"You weren't there you didn't see what they did," Carl yells.
"We all have done wrong, I'm sorry, but I have to do this. He is my husband, and I love him." I turn walking to my house Simon began to following.
"Hey! You two watch them I'm going to be right back." Simon yells to two of his men, as they walked out of the house next to mine. I shut the door turning to Simon. I smile placing a hand on his face. Tears beginning to well up again.
"God, I hope I'm not dreaming." I say before standing on my tip toes to kiss him softly. He places a hand on my hip. He kissed back rougher before pulling away.
"As much as I'd loved to stand here and kiss you all day. We have to get going got other shit to do." He smiles placing his hands and turning me around. I giggle as he pushes me towards the steps.
"Kylie get packing I'll pack Charlie's and my things." I say.
"Only the necessities we have food and soap and anything else you can think of." Simon yell's grabbing a bag. Charlie slept in my room so Kylie could have her own room. I show Simon where Charlies clothes are, and his toys. I pack all my clothes grabbing a box at the bottom of the drawer. It had Simon's band in it.
"Remember before we got separated you gave me your wedding ring, and said just in case as you stormed off to draw the walkers away?" I smile holding the small wood box. I turn to him holding it out. "I want you to have it back." He smiles slipping the ring back on to his finger.
"I'm glad you kept it Hon'." He smiles going back to packing. I finish packing leaving the house, I remember the piece of chocolate. I turn to Kylie as Simon open's the door.
"Here it's from Olivia for your birthday." I hand her the chocolate. Smiling she pockets it a look of sadness goes across her face for a split second. "Whats wrong?"
"Nothing, it just feels like I'm going to lose a lot of good people." She grabs her left arm looking down.
"We can stay if you want." I say softly putting a hand on her shoulder.
"No!" She says panicked," I want to be with dad."
"You two coming," Simon hollers. He has Charlie’s hand who is looking up at him. He sent us to the truck we load our bags in the back of the black truck. Hoping in the back seat of this big monster of a truck as someone got in to drive I had Charlie on my lap. The truck pulls up next to Simon he hops in.
"Oh! And Rick if Daryl does turn up here. Two days from now, two months from now... Hell even two years from now. Just know there's no statue of limitations on this. Keep that Hatchet Handy, you're going to need it if he turns up with you people, And it won't turn out the way it did for your boy." Simon says leaning out the window of the truck. He begins to lean in smacking the side of the truck. The guy pulls off and I watch Alexandria disappear behind me. It wasn't a long ride before we got to Sanctuary, but long enough that the sun was set when we got there. Kylie climbed out first and as I was getting out Simon took Charlie and helped me down. "Grab your bags follow me." Simon says, leading me into the building. "Wait here I just have to give my guys their orders. I'll be back in five minutes." I nod as he walks back outside. I hear footsteps coming my way.
"Well lookie here, Simon brought back my favorite widow and the kids," Negan smirks. I hand Kylie her brother nodding for her to take him out of hearing distance. Knowing how Negan is,"Couldn't get enough of me? Came to become my wife get rid of that widow title. You even sent you kids away so we could have private time." Negan states stepping closer.
"I am married," I state crossing my arms. He chuckles slightly rubbing his scruff.
"Yeah, but you said you haven't seen him since the beginning. You haven't been with a man since have you?" He states licking his lips.
"Is that really any of your business." I glare at him."And-"
"So that's a yes, I bet your dying to be touched." He cuts me off. Reaching to touch my face. I pull away stepping back.
"Don't fight it sugar." He states. "I'm not into that." I hear the door close.
"Simon," I say softly. As he walks over.
"Hey, boss I see you met ____," Simon puts his arm around me.
"Damn, Simon you work fast! I've been trying to catch her since I met her. You got her on day one." Negan states drawing back.
"Simon's had me for sixteen years if you count before being married." I say snarkily.
"Ah, Simon so this is the wife you told me about. You were right she is gorgeous, but she is little younger then you no?" Negan states.
"Yes I am younger then him. We started dating when I was 22 and he was 30." I say crossing my arms." Both consenting adults who built a happy life together."
" I meant no offense," He smirks clearly happy with himself. "Well you're welcome here, Simon will show you around. Simon, that room that's empty three rooms down. You can use it so you and the mistress can have some private time. I'll have some men bring you blankets."
"Thank you, Negan." Simon nods. Walking to go get the kids I smile turning my head watching him walk away.
"You are still welcome to join me in bed anytime." I feel Negan's breath tickle my neck. I turn my head back to face him we where inches apart. I froze for a second before slapping him.
"I don't know what kinda of women you think I am, but I am not like that." I growl softly.
"Damn, that's hot." He says rubbing his cheek." That's sweet at least one of you is loyal. I mean Simon always took the chance to fuck one of my wives." He leans back slightly as he said fuck. My face was getting angry and Negan's smile was getting bigger. "I could hear him two rooms away going at it." He thrusts slightly.
"Mom?" I turn seeing Kylie peek around a corner. "You coming?'
"Yea," I yell as she goes back around the corner. I turn back," Fuck you Negan."
"Is that a offer? I'll gladly take it." He retorts, he had a comeback for everything.
"Really right here right now," I smirk.
"Oh I can do that," He smirks going to grab my waist.
I pull away and turn around grabbing my bag. "If you thought I was serious you're not as smart as I thought." Laughing, I can see Negan looking frustrated as I going around the corner jogging to catch up with Simon.
"What was Negan talking to you about?" Simon asked.
"I tell you later," I smile at him nodding to the kids in front of us.
"Okay," He smiles placing his hand on my back.
"This is your room kids." Simon opens up the door to a empty room with two twin beds and a bathroom.
"Kylie, is it okay if your brother stays here?" I ask.
"Yeah he's old enough now he doesn't get up at night. So I can take care of him mom." She takes his bag. "I'll unpack I'm sure you want to spend some time with dad."
"Thank you sweetie if you ever want a break one night I'll take him okay?" I smile she nods. letting Charlie explore handing him some of his toys. I turn to Simon following him.
"We are three rooms down this way." Simon says to Kylie she smiles and nods.
"Hey dad, I love you." She says.
"I love you to Sweetie." Simon says as she closes the door. Simon places his hand on my back guiding me to our room. "So what did the boss want?'
"A few things nothing really new since I've met him except." I sit on the bed, "Simon I want to ask you a question, and I want you to be honest. Was there... Did you with someone else?"
"Fuck,___" He kneels on the floor in front me. Grabbing my hands, "I did. Only because I thought you where dead, I never had feelings for anyone ever. I shut that part of my brain off I guess when I lost you and the kids. It hurt so bad that I never wanted to feel like that again. I am a man I couldn't resist forever. I am sorry," he wraps his arms around my back resting his head on my lap.
"No, I don't want or need a apology. I understand," I rub his back with one of my hands. The other running through his greying hair."I thought about it, I never did. But the thought did cross my mind. But I had two little you's running around that kept me busy. They look and act just like you."
"Poor kids," He chuckles looking up to me. "God you're beautiful."
"There is something else." I say, "Negan he makes passes on me a lot. At Alexandria I just blew him off. When we came here I thought it would stop once he found out you're my husband... But if anything it made it worse. I've tried ignoring him, leading him on and then laughing at him when he thought I was serious I tried smacking him, all of it just makes him come on to me more. In the hall he told me when you walked away I'd still be welcome in his bed anytime." I could see his anger building up when I finished he stood heading for the door.
"I'm going to kill him." I jump in front of him.
"Simon wait!" I block the door reaching down and locking it. He isn't looking at me if I can get him to look at me he'll calm down. At least that's what use to work. "If you attack him you'll get killed even if you kill him first. And he might come after me next or the kids next. He is just trying to prove he is the alpha male simple psychology. He want's to get your reaction. Giving it to him will mean he is winning. I haven't seen you in 3 years." I say finally getting him to look at me he releases the tension in his jaw growling. I pull him too the bed pushing him to a sit position. I straddle him on my knees making me slightly taller then him. "You are my husband. You are the only man I have ever laid with and you are the only man I ever plan on laying with." I cup his hands in mine.
I wasn't saving myself for marriage. I had gotten pregnant very early in our relationship. I never had sex before because of my parents. I wasn't allowed to have any boys over or go to any boys house, and I didn't know the security code for our house, so I couldn't sneak out. Also I respected my parents to much to break their rules. When I finally moved out at twenty I was single for two years until I met Simon and something just clicked instantly. Our relationship blossomed soon I was pregnant not even a year into our relationship. But it didn't cause problems like most new couples, it made use closer then ever. We got married and built a life in the suburbs in Virginia until the world went to shit. He was a Mortgage Broker I was a Elementary School Psychologist. We lived in a little ranch house in a neighborhood nothing special, but it was everything I ever wanted.
"I love you," He breaths out wrapping his arms around me burying his face in my chest.
"I love you too." I lift his chin up. Pressing my lips to his. He greedily kisses me back. Grabbing my shirt he pulls it off of me only pulling away to discard the fabric. He makes quick work of my bra as well. I unbutton his shirt pushing it off him. He grabs my hips flipping me so he's on top. He pulls away, "I missed these." He squeezes my boobs grunting.
"Just them?" I fake pout giving him big doe eyes.
"Yup," He teases before motor boating me. Making me laugh at him and the fact that his mustache tickled didn't help. He kisses my collar bone exactly where he always did making shivers go down my spine. I moan slightly when he bites and sucks. I dig my nails deep into his back. I use to get mad about the hickeys he would leave on me. He loves to mark his territory. That is what he will tell you. He gets a little out of hand, but now that I didn't have work, I didn't mind.
"Oh, Simon!" I yelp as he bites down hard few a few seconds. Harder then he’s ever bitten me before. It hurt but the good kind of the hurt. Like getting a tattoo or getting spanked. The type of hurt that is overrode with adrenaline and dopamine. I feel him rub himself on me making me moan softly as he pulled away. He places his hand on my chin looking at me using his thumb he gently pulls down my bottom lip staring at me for what felt like forever. I licked the tip of his thumb softly drawing his attention to my eyes. I run my hands down his chest feeling his hair and tracing his abs as I trailed a finger down his stomach. Still holding eye contact with him. I bite my bottom lip as I grab his belt undoing it running my hand under his pants rubbing him through the thin layer of underwear.
He grunts "Fuck ___!" I smirk as he leans his head back. I use this moment to roll on top of him. Leaning down kissing his lips briefly and softly. Moving to his jawline up to his ear. I nip his ear lobe still rubbing him. I move to his neck now leaving little bites with my kisses. I move down to his chest. I feel his hand grip my ass. Continuing my path down getting to his belly button I lick it slightly feeling him shiver I look up slowly with just my eyes. His mouth hung open just the tiniest bit, as he watched me intently. I remove my hand from him grabbing his underwear and pants pulling them both down agonizingly slow. Getting a growl from him. I smirk slightly at him. As I let him pop out right in front of my face. He kicks his pants and boots off getting tired of me taking all the time in the world. I gently take him in my hand rubbing slowly changing my grip tightness as I did it . Leaning in kissing the tip flicking it with my tongue. He groans, as his hand runs through my hair. I slowly take him into my mouth following the motion of my hand. His hand gently started tightening in my hair until he latched onto it like a vice grip pushing me down farther every time. Finally he pulled me up flipping me over. "My turn," He smiles as he undoes my pants pushing them down. He bites my right breast massaging my left. Making me yelp, he begin his way down quickly but still making sure he kisses every inch. He kisses my inner thigh sucking leaving another hickey behind. Before moving to my clit. I yelp "Someone is extra sensitive and damn are you wet." He smirks sliding a finger in me before pulling it out sticking it in his mouth. He then proceeds to replace his finger with his tongue.
"Oh Simon," I call out louder then I meant.
"You trying to announce to the whole building how good I am," He looks up teasingly.
"Did I say you could stop," I push his face back getting a chuckle as he continues. "Simon I am so close," I groan. He doesn't stop pushing me over the edge. I let out a load moan as Simon comes up to my face kissing me. He positions himself slowly pushing into me. I groan clawing into his back breathing heavily. He stays slow at first kissing me softly sliding his tongue along my lip he bites my lip softly pulling away sucking. He begins to speed up. Arching my back pushing my hips to him to match his pace as it quickens. "Oh fuuuck me!" I groan loudly as he begins pounding me harder and faster then I can keep up.
"That's what I'm doing baby," He whispers, in my ear before kissing my neck.
"You're- a- smart- ass." I say moaning through it. I wrap my legs around his hips pulling him deeper and locking him there. Moving my hips grinding on him. Getting moans and grunts from him.
"If you keep that up, I'm going to cum." He groans biting my neck. I roll him over again climbing on top, I lean down kissing him hair falling around our faces like a curtain. I slide down back onto him. He grabs my hips as I grind he begins to thrust up. I lean back getting a better angle. Pushing myself over the edge.
“Simon!” I moan leaning forward panting.
"Oh fuck," He flips me over pulling out cumming on my stomach. "God damn do I love you woman." He kisses me roughly resting his forehead on mine.He leans over grabbing a towel wiping me off throwing it across the room.
Simon rolled over giving me the side closer to the wall. I roll looking to Simon he pushes my hair out of face kissing me gently on my forehead. I pull myself into him pressing my body against him nuzzling my head into his chest. He rests his hand on my hair sighing he pulls the blanket up over us. I fall asleep shortly waking when I hear knocking at the door Simon had managed to sneak out apparently. I get up grabbing a shirt off the floor. It was a white t-shirt that was Simon's. I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror while putting the shirt on and my underwear. I had hickeys all over my chest and neck, my bottom lip was a big hickey too. The hickeys were dark purple and red. I even had some on my thighs. My hair was a messy so I threw it into a messy bun. Cracking the door I stick my head in the crack seeing Negan. He pushes the door open. I step back he pushes his way in the room.
"Well, hot damn." Negan smirks looking me over. I pull the shirt sides down grabbing the blanket off the bed. Covering my body with it. "Looks like you had fun," he lifts my chin. "I think there was even one on your thigh." He smirks at me. As I yanked my head away from his grasp."Damn shame leaving all these marks, on something so gorgeous."
"Where is Simon? My kids?" I go to walk out he puts a hand up.
"He had to do a run for me, he'll be back soon. Your Kids are watching a movie enjoying breakfast. I brought you breakfast." Negan steps out grabbing a sliver dish setting it down, shutting the door behind him. He opens the dish revealing bacon, eggs, and waffles with fresh strawberries. I look at it picking up a strawberry smiling.
"I haven't has a strawberry since before." I say taking a bite it was sweet with a little bite in the middle. I made that little moan sound you make when you enjoying something delicious. I wipe the juice off my lip with my thumb. Negan was watching me the whole time. I shoot him a look growling at him.
"I'm glad you like it." He leans onto the dresser placing both hands behind him. As I sit on the bed eating. I finish setting my plate down. Negan walks over sitting on the bed next to me. "So you want to get back at him. He slept with my wives it's only fair if you get to sleep with me." He places a hand on my leg through the blanket. I stand up moving away from him. He had grabs the blanket pulling it from me.
"You need to leave now," I pull my shirt down. Covering myself from him.
"Hey, it was worth a try." Negan smiles, "You know we're to find me." Negan goes to the door. As it opens to Simon.
“Negan?” He asks looking to me as I hold the shirt down.
“Just paying a visit,” Negan walks out turning back. “She even better looking like that.”
“You know what fuck you Negan! Even if I was attracted to which I am not! I wouldn’t even let you touch me with how you act! Like every women should be drooling at your feet!” I growl frustrated I begin to walk towards him Simon grabs me.
“Now, that’s no way to treat your Savoir.” Negan states.”Simon?”
“Apologize,” Simon whispers sternly.
“I’m sorry, Negan...” I start.
“Thank you,” Negan smiles at me.
“You didn’t let me finish.” I stare at him still angry.
“Go ahead,” Negan states.
“I’m sorry, Negan. That you can’t handle the truth.” I say snarkily. I hear Simon groan in anger.
“What did you tell me?” Simon whispers gritting his teeth.
“Excuse me. You insulting your husband now. Simon who are you?” Negan asked walking back in closing the door.
“Negan,” Simon states automatically.
“Who are you ___?” Negan states. I feel Simon pinch me.
“Negan,” I groan.
“Who are you?” Negan’s voice gets intimidating.
“Negan.” I state clearly biting my attitude.
“Good, now like the happy family we are. Give me a hug ___.” He opens his arms up I look to Simon. He looks helpless as he nods. I walk up hugging Negan. He squeezes me tightly pressing my body into to his. His hand rested on the small of my back. Holding me for longer then I liked. He releases me,”Good girl.” This time he walks out of the room.
“___ we need to talk.” He states patting the bed. He explains about what happened with Dwight’s wife ,and if I didn’t stop digging this hole. Negan would take me by repeating not only Simon but my children. I sigh what have I gotten myself into.
“I love you,” I say to Simon bluntly. “I’ll behave... I’ll do anything to keep you and the kids safe.”
“I love you too,” Simon kisses my head. “Let’s hope it doesn’t get to that. I just found you. I can’t lose you now.”
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would you kill me. if I said every text
@pitifulbefore. / sending a text!
🌻 — a worried text.
( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). hey( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). are you okay?( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). you just kinda… seemed off today( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). and i wanted to check in
🐰 — a goofy text.
( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). i’m gonna stand outside ur window( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). and serenade u with africa( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). u can’t stop me
🦋 — a loving text.
( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). you’re my favorite person( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). seriously( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). i know we fight sometimes( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). and i worry you a lot( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). and i’m not super great at expressing things( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). but like…( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). there’s no one i’d rather have than you
🧦 — a half-asleep text.
( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). jer( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). babe( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). i’m tired but i just need u to know( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). fuuuuuuuuuuuu
🌳 — a happy text.
( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). SO NOTHING’S SET IN STONE ( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). BUT I MIGHT GET TO GO TO THE PHILIPPINES( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). AND MEET MY MOM’S SIDE OF THE FAMILY
🍎 — an apologetic text.
( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). i’m sorry i was such a jackass during the play( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). i should’ve just( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). given you the red when you asked
⚠️ — a text meant for someone else.
( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). you know when u see someone( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). and your heart just kinda goes ‘!!!!!’( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). yeah( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). that’s how it feels when i look at him
🕰️ — an early morning text.
( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). hello( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). it is 5 am( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). i’d like to request early death
💫 — a late night text.
( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). you know what’s rlly weird( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). that scene in force awakens when kylo is like( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). praying over vader’s helmet??( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). like 1) where tf did he get that( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). and 2) doesn’t he know vader chose luke over the dark side( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). he’s GOTTA know right
🗑️ — a text that wasn’t sent.
( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). sometimes i wonder why our friendship wasn’t enough. why i wasn’t good enough
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💡 — a scared text.
( TEXT TO : ex-best friend ). christine woke up a couple hours ago( TEXT TO : ex-best friend ). so it’s just you who’s still asleep( TEXT TO : ex-best friend ). your dad’s really scared( TEXT TO : best(?) friend ). … i’m really scared too( TEXT TO : best(?) friend ). please wake up
💀 — an urgent text.
( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). dude where’d you go??( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). i was only gone five minutes( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). and your chili fries are still here??( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). … jeremy???
🥇 — a supportive text.
( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). YOU’RE GONNA FUCKING KILL IT TODAY( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). UR SO TALENTED( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). AND REALLY GREAT FOR THE PART( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). EVEN I KNOW THAT AND I’M CLUELESS ABOUT THAT STUFF
🔪 — a hateful text.
( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). FUCK YOU( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). THAT WAS SUCH GARBAGE( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). YOU CHEATED( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). THAT WIN DOES NOT COUNT( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). FUCK ! YOU !
🌊 — a sad text.
( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). not to be. self-pitying or whatever( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). but it’s just( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). hard sometimes( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). needing medication to function like a regular person
⚡ — an angry text.
( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). jake can SUCK MY DICK( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). HE JUST CALLED THE CRUISER LAME
🚀 — a goodbye text.
( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). i know we said bye earlier ( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). but i’m gonna miss you( TEXT TO : PLAYER TWO!! 💙 ). not seeing you every day sucks
#pitifulbefore#asks. ► that would explain why you’re talking to me.#v: post-canon. ► the conclusion’s foregone.
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A/N: I know I said 2-3 more days but I just got a ton of inspiration so why not tonight??
The doctors appointment had only brought my worst fears to a harsh reality. I was infertile and they didn’t know why. After three appointments with three different doctors, they all came to the same conclusion: they couldn’t figure out why. They all suggested treatments for infertility, medicine or a shot every day, whichever I preferred.
“But we can’t guarantee it will work.” They all said.
My patience was already running thin after only a month of taking medicine every day to make me more fertile and more likely to get pregnant. A month and nothing had happened, but I knew this would take time and a whole lot of patience and emotional strength. If that’s what it took to have a family with Shawn, I would do just that and anything beyond that as well.
I swallowed the pill I had to take daily then headed downstairs. Shawn’s family wanted us to visit this weekend. Not just his immediate family, but his extended family too which included his cousins and their families. During my walk down the stairs, I braced myself for the sadness and jealousy that was most likely to come. One of Shawn’s cousins had a baby who was only a few months old and also two other small children. Every time they were around, my baby fever soared because they were so adorable.
I ached to have children of my own and I knew Shawn did too. I could see it in his eyes whenever his cousin’s children were around. He would watch them with a smile on his face and his eyes glossy with happiness, then his smile would fade slowly and his eyes would turn sad. I figured I often looked the same way when around them.
I walked into the living room to see absolute chaos happening, a five year old boy and a two year old girl running around, and a small little boy laughing and cooing at Shawn who was holding him. I sat next to Shawn and watched as he tickled the baby, heart-warming giggles leaving the baby’s mouth each time.
“Do you want to hold him?” Shawn asked. I held my arms out for the little boy, cradling him close to me. He reached for my necklace and started getting fussy when I wouldn’t let him have it. I rocked him back and forth when he began to cry, trying to soothe him. I looked up to see Shawn grinning like I had never seen him grin in all the time we had been together. Before I knew it, the baby was sound asleep even with his siblings yelling and running through the house.
“You’re great with him, Y/N. You’d be a great mother.” Shawn’s cousin said enthusiastically. I smiled at her but the pain inside was crushing me. I know I would be, I thought to myself. I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears as I don’t like for anybody to see me cry, especially when they don’t know what is wrong. Shawn moved closer to me and picked up the baby then handed him to his mother. He sat nearer to me now than he did before. He wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my arm. Suddenly, I felt foolish for being so upset over such a small comment.
“Excuse me for just a minute, please.” I said. I walked swiftly down the hallway to the bathroom. A few tears escaped my eyes and I wiped them away quickly. I stood over the counter with my shaking arms resting on it, trying to resist crying any more, but it was nearly impossible.
I heard a knock on the door, I knew it was Shawn and he would come in whether I opened it or not. He burst into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in a tight hug. He swayed back and forth with me in his arms and kissed my hair. I let the tears keep falling until I could no longer cry anymore. Shawn wiped them away before kissing me softly.
“Shh, it’s okay, love.” he cooed, “It hurt me when she said that too, but you have to remember, they don’t know.” I let him continue to hold me in his strong arms until I felt calm again. I pulled away from his warm body.
“Alright, I’m okay now.” I spoke, my voice breaking. I wiped away salty tears with the back of my hand. But I realized we couldn’t go back into the living room yet, because it was obvious I had been crying. My face was splotchy with red spots and my eyes were puffy. “Will you come with me so I can fix this?” I asked, referencing my face.
He laughed slightly before answering, “Of course I will.” He grabbed my small hand and kissed it before leading me back upstairs where my makeup was.
With over half a year passing and not one positive pregnancy test, Shawn and I started to considering adopting. After a couple months of debating on it, we decided that was absolutely what we wanted. We put in an application and a home study had been done, just to make sure the environment would be suited for a child to live in. Now we were just waiting for a call from the adoption agency. Shawn and I both agreed we wanted to adopt a newborn, so that made the already lengthy process even longer.
One day while Shawn was on tour, I received a call from the adoption agency we were going through.
“Hello, is this Mrs. Mendes?”
“Hello, yes it is. How are you?” I inquired.
“I’m well. Our agency has found a child for you and Mr. Mendes to adopt. Would you and your husband be able to come by our office tomorrow to talk and sign some papers?”
“Yes, of course! Thank you.”
“See you tomorrow then.”
“Alright, see you tomorrow.” I hung up the phone and quickly dialed Shawn’s number. No answer. Dammit, Shawn, answer your phone. I dialed again and he answered.
“Shawn, guess what!”
“Well, hello there. What?”
“The adoption agency called. They want to talk with us tomorrow. Can you come home?” I asked, hoping and praying the answer was yes. He paused and I waited impatiently for him to speak.
“I don’t have a show tomorrow, but I do the next day. I would have to leave right after we met with them, but I can fly in tonight.” He replied. A smile spread across my lips with his words.
“I know you’re busy so I’ll talk to you later. Bye, I love you.”
“Bye, I love you too.” I could see his goofy smile even through the phone. As much as Shawn and I had tried to avoid adoption for the past couple of years, this was the happiest moment of my life thus far.
“The gender of the child is unknown because the mother isn’t far enough into her pregnancy to know. As soon as we are given the information we will share it with the two of you.” Shawn’s hand rested over mine as the lady at the adoption agency spoke to us and we both were happy as could be. “And it looks like the parents are located in Ottawa, that’s not too far is it?”
“Oh no, certainly not. We would travel across the world if we had to.” Shawn said.
“The mother is 17 years old and the father is 18 years old. I think their reason for choosing adoption is very clear. I know this baby is going into a great home with loving parents though.” I couldn’t imagine how scary pregnancy would be at only 17 years old and how careless they had to be for it to happen, but I couldn’t judge because these people were giving Shawn and I their child. “The only thing that they request is that they get to name the child.”
“Of course, they can do that.” I spoke. Shawn and I signed the adoption papers, no delay in either of our signing. She told us how to prepare for the baby, what we needed to do before going to the hospital in Ottawa where the child would be born. Shawn and I sat and listened to her like two eager children, not speaking a word but nodding our heads at everything she said.
We walked out of the office hand in hand. Both of us were so elated that we couldn’t stop talking.
“This is great. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to us.” Shawn stated.
“I’m so excited, Shawn.” I said. We now stood in front of our cars. We would have to part ways only a few moments after this.
“I am too, Y/N.” We grasped one another in a tight hug and Shawn squeezed me so tightly it was almost painful. We shared a peck on the lips before having to leave.
“Text me when your flight lands, babe.” I requested.
“I will, I’ll talk to you later tonight.” I heard Shawn say as I was getting into my car. I looked in my rear view mirror to see Shawn; he was still wearing that big, goofy grin on his face that I probably wore too. We were both ecstatic. This was the most happiness I had felt in a long, long time.
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~Of course I will make it terminal because I am morbid and also you guys love the angst lololol so here goes!
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◉ Yoosung
“There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
Yoosung had been so hopeful before he heard those words
And now he looked into his wife’s eyes
Your eyes
And he didn’t know what to say
He relied on being the happy one
The cheerful one
The ‘glass half-full’ husband who kept you going
And now he was broken
“It’s okay, Yoosung…” you brushed your hand on his face
He held it to his cheek before breaking down into a sob
He wished he could have been stronger for you in that moment
He took you home and laid you in bed
You were so tired…
And after you fell asleep he moved to the living room and called his mom in tears
“Mom…” he clenched his fist, “I don’t know what to do,” he sobbed quietly as to not wake you
“Yes, you do, honey…”
It was such a small thing to say
But it had a huge impact on his heart
Yoosung sniffled and nodded, if only to himself
He just had to love you…
And be there for you
While he still could…
Then, he could deal with his emotions
He could be angry
You woke to Yoosung at your bedside
A smile on his face and a large plate of breakfast
“You don’t have to eat if you’re not hungry,” he hurried to say
“It looks delicious,” you really didn’t have an appetite. But you’d never let him know
You picked at the food
“We have a big day today,” Yoosung smiled
“What do you mean?”
He had been planning it all night
And making phone calls
He knew how much you had always wanted a pet
But you never asked, because it wasn’t really his thing
“Let me show you, hold on,” he got up from the bed and left for a moment
When he returned
He had a small corgi puppy in his hands
“YOOSUNG!” you flung up from the bed
“Don’t scare her!” he laughed
She was so tiny
“She was found on the streets. I’ve been nursing her back to health at the clinic and she finally has some strength back. What do you want to name her?” Yoosung held her out for you to grab
You held her next to your chest
“She’s shaking…I think I’ll call her Jello…”
“It’s perfect”
He kissed the top of your head
“Now get back into bed with her and rest”
You actually ate your food after that
Which Yoosung noticed
Your last 2 months held a lot of smiles
You couldn’t leave the bed much…
And day by day, you had grown weaker
But Jello lay by your side
Or on your chest
Her favorite spot
And Yoosung took care of you with a smile
Most days, all you could manage to do was walk Jello with Yoosung
And then
Even that was too much
When you passed away, Yoosung shrunk into himself
The first night alone was the hardest
He sobbed on the bed, clutching one of your shirts
Jello crept up and licked his tears
Yoosung laughed and stroked her fur
“Oh, Jello…what are we…going to do without her…” he cried
◉ Jumin
“There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
Jumin wouldn’t hear it
He squeezed tighter on your hand
“No. There’s always something you can do. Get to work, damn it, or I’ll find someone more competent,” Jumin seethed
“Jumin, please…don’t do this,” you pleaded
“I’m not giving up on you. And neither are they.”
He ordered a bunch of new tests to be ran
Despite all of the protests from both you and the doctors
Until his father showed up and pulled him away to the side
“You’ve got to stop this, son.”
“I appreciate your concern, but I won’t sit back and watch her die. There has to be something they can-”
“Stop,” Jumin’s father cut him off and grabbed his shoulders, “Stop this. I know you’re scared and upset…But there’s nothing more that can be done. Please, take my daughter-in-law home. Make her comfortable. Don’t ruin her last days with tests and needles.”
Jumin’s face grew soft and he teared up
He cried
“It seems I’ve been selfish,” Jumin sighed.
He took you home
And of course took a leave of absence from work to be by your side at all times
You had round-the-clock care
Jumin made sure you had everything you could want
At night he read to you
He forced you to eat
Some days when you were really sick, he had the chefs make 10 meals if they had to, until there was something you could stomach
“She’s not…she can’t eat the salmon today…perhaps a nice soup would be better…”
He fed you when you didn’t have the strength
And had fresh flowers brought in every day
When you passed away
He and his father had the most elaborate funeral planned
Every year on the day you died, Jumin Han stays in his penthouse instead of going into work
He still has two plates set out for dinner
And he never sleeps on your side of the bed
◉ Zen
“There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
Zen’s mind was a whirl of questions
You were just a little sick…?
How did you get here?
Why was this happening?
He broke down when he saw you crying
Kissed you
He didn’t know what to say
The words were caught in his throat
It was quiet between the two of you until you got home
The shock was too much
And as Zen cooked dinner he found himself looking through his phone at photos of you both
“Let’s get out of here,” he brought your plate to the table for you
“What do you mean?”
Zen sat down across from you
“Let’s go. Let’s experience things. I can’t…I don’t want to sit around and…a-and…”
He broke down crying
You held his hand
“Okay, let’s go,” you said through your own tears
The next day you packed
He told the director what was going on and no one protested his leave
You clung behind him on the bike and got going
Riding everywhere and anywhere
Each stop was a new photo posted
Both of you smiling
At a park
Or a new restaurant
You sleeping in a hotel bed
Until you were too weak to ride anymore
He felt a furious tapping on his chest and pulled to the side of the road
You dismounted and threw off your helmet
Vomiting and falling to your knees
“Babe!” Zen ran to your side
“I’m sorry…I’m just not feeling so great right now…”
He held your hair while you puked
Took you to the nearest hospital
Where you stayed until you passed
Zen held your hand the whole time
He returned home to a living room full of gifts and flowers and chocolates
Sympathy balloons
“The landlord must have brought these in for me,” he said as he flicked on the light
He sifted through some of the gifts before it was too much to handle
It seemed so empty and small in the apartment now
It wasn’t until he walked by a photo of you
His favorite one that hung in the hallway
He felt a knot in his chest
He pulled it from the hook and ran his fingers over your face
And sobbed
◉ Jaehee
“There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
Jaehee pushed her emotions to the side
And held you as you cried
“It’s going to be okay,” she whispered to you
She wiped your tears
From then on she slept in the hospital with you
The nurses love her
She wrote down everything you were feeling
Every day
All of the medicines you took and when you were scheduled to take them
What you ate
They let her bring in food and baked goods for you
Of course
She brought in treats for the nursing staff and doctors
The staff was sick knowing that they couldn’t do anything further to help you two
So they tried to make it as comfortable as possible for you and Jaehee
She would lay in the hospital bed with you and cuddle while watching a Zen DVD on the hospital TV
She loved the way you hummed along with the musical numbers
And she would hear it with each one, even after you passed away
She wore your apron when cooking
Left your toothbrush by the sink
And although you had been a closet hog with all of your clothes, she wouldn’t dare removing anything from it
◉ Saeyoung
“There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
He couldn’t stop the stream of tears down his face
Sure, he had watched you become weaker over the last few weeks…
But he thought you’d make a comeback
That it would pass
He pressed his forehead onto you as you both cried and held each other
And he treated you like a piece of fragile glass from then on
He drove so slowly on the way home
And carried you inside before putting you in bed
Silently he sobbed while preparing dinner
But he made sure to compose himself before bringing you the food
He was wearing your apron
“The chef’s special for my extra special lady,” he placed the bowl on the bed tray for you, “be careful, it’s hot! I can blow on it for you.”
“Saeyoung…aren’t you going to eat?”
“I already ate some in the kitchen,” he lied, “okay now, open up.”
He stopped caring for himself
He was only focused on you
And making you smile and laugh
Your room was now full of small toys and robots
Each one doing something different
Saeyoung stayed up late at night while you slept and made them for you
It was an obsession that kept him from thinking about reality
And the fact that he was going to lose you
And although he was nothing but goofy and cheerful with you
One night you heard him praying at his desk when he thought you were asleep
“Please don’t take her from me, God…you can’t…s-she’s all that I have…I can’t do this without her,” he spoke through quick breaths and tears
You laid there in silence while your tears soaked your pillow
When you passed he closed himself off from the world again for a while
He found himself talking to you as much as God
Maybe even more
It comfort him to tell you about his day
With the thought that maybe you could hear him
He imagined your smiling face when he closed his eyes
◉ V
“There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
He held you close
And stroked your hair
He was shaking a little as he was crying
“I love you so much…we can get through this,” he whispered.
He hated that he couldn’t be the only one to take care of you
Since his sight was almost non-existent
He hired a caregiver to come to the apartment every day and help you both
Jumin often stopped by to check on you both as well
He was worried, he could tell his friend was broken
When you slept, V stay up late pacing and smoking to try and calm himself
But not for long
He’d crawl into bed and hold you close
Smell your hair
And feel your warm skin
He never wanted to forget it
When you were near the end
V never left your side for a second
He placed cool rags on your head
And held your hand in his own as you cried in pain
“I’m right here…don’t worry…it’s going to be okay, my love…I’m here…”
He broke down at the bed side when your hand went limp and there was silence
The caregiver pat him on the back
“She knows how much you loved her. You did good…”
◉ Saeran
“There’s nothing more we can do, I’m sorry. It’s only a matter of time…”
Saeran clenched his fists
This couldn’t be happening…
You were the one person who understood him
And now…
He struggled to understand it all
But he pulled himself together when he saw how afraid you were
He held you crying face in his hands
“Hey, stop that,” he almost cried, himself, “I love you…” he kissed you
Inside he was broken
But he would pull it together just for you
He called his brother to help
“Let’s get all of this…hospital-type shit out of here…I want it to be more like home for her…” he told Saeyoung
So you lay in bed while they rearranged and brought stuff back from your apartment
Your favorite blanket
And books
Saeran read to you often
And pestered you when you stopped eating
He knew it was a bad sign
He took a lot of photos with you
The first time it happened you were shocked
He lay up on the bed and held the phone above you both
“Smile,” he said.
“What are you doing? You hate pictures,” you laughed.
“Well I changed my mind, alright? Now will you please smile?”
He took some goofy face ones, ones where he was kissing your cheek, he was always snapping pictures of you two
Even when you said you looked and felt terrible
He always told you that you were being dumb, you looked gorgeous
He was out shopping for some snacks for you two when he got the call on his cell phone
He dropped his basket and ran
He was panting when he got to your hospital room
“You made it just in time…I think she was hanging on for you,” the nurse said to him.
He started to cry and ran to your side
Your eyes were closed
“I’m…so sorry,” you managed to speak
“Shhh, don’t say that,” he kissed your lips, “you’re the love of my life…I don’t think I can make it without you,” he cried.
His hands were shaking and he pressed the back of your hand to his cheek
“I will always love you, Saeran,” you whispered.
He wouldn’t let them take you away for a long while
He laid there in silence with you
And after you passed, Saeyoung moved in with him for a while
Despite his protests, he was glad
And every night he flipped through the photos of you two, until he couldn’t stay awake any longer
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Chapter: 1; they do not shred him
Series: traditionalist wesen, remixed
Overall Summary: Now that Rolan’'s got one foot in the proverbial door, he’s on the slow(, slow, realllly slow) path to forging a friendship -- or at least an acquaintenceship -- with Monroe The Blutbad. Wesen dynamics will be changing, baby!
Not that the Bauerschwein’s ever taken other factors into consideration, ever. Such as: traditional Wesen; his own housemates being their unpredictable selves; a Grimm, who is also a cop; a serial killer; Monroe’s other friends, both present and past.
Oh, and his Purely Hypothetical Crush blowing up into something a little too real. Life’s a shin-kicker like that.
Chapter Summary: Roland comes home from his walk in the woods, and comes to a revelation about his brief (and awkward) encounter with a Blutbad. His housemates are less than impressed. And a body is found.
Warnings: mention of domestic violence and child abuse (in the past) in the latter half of this chapter; mention of murder
Other notes: i am... winging this; also, i also took liberties with the multiple variation of Taureus-Armenta and my latin is like practically nonexistant but lmao :’); also-also, mild innuendo and sex jokes
The breath is still rattling out of him when he gets home, stumbling up the front porch with now-wobbly legs. Angel, while sitting in such a way on the porch rocker that’ll likely give his back grief later, gives him a funny look. Probably because Roland can't keep the goofy-ass smile off his face for a more than three seconds.
“What’s got ya?” Angel asks before Roland has a chance to escape inside and hide in his bedroom.
“Nothin’,” he mumbles at the door, out of reflex. No reason for it, other than the creeping sensation that he should be embarrassed. Because the whole thing’s ridiculous, he knows, but— “No it’s just—” He stumbles, licking his lips and huffing: getting his thoughts clear. “I… met someone.” He jerks his head in the general direction of where they'd met. “In the woods.”
Which he probably shouldn’t’ve said because now Angel’s got that look on his face. “Ohhhhh?” he drawls, left forefinger tucked into the junction between finger and thumb, right forefinger poised. “You mean like—” Right pointer, meet left vacuum; please get to know each other intimately. “‘Cooling off’ with the luckiest—”
Angel doesn’t get much further than that before Roland thumps his shoulder, and even though he laughs, it hurts like Hell because Roland for sure has razors in his knuckles and the hammering force of… mmm, yeah, a hammer. “No, not like that, you asshole!” Roland isn’t laughing, but he is grinning, cheeks and ears pinker at the suggestion. “You’re fuckin’ nasty, A.”
“Virgin.”
“Pervert.”
Angel tuts, wagging his finger in Roland’s face. “Touché, mon frère; you got me there.” They both laugh at that, too: their own little rhyming joke. And, at least in Roland’s eyes, it’s an affirmation of affection, even when they get in each other’s faces. He’s come to cherish it, quietly, and all the other small phrases and actions, because Angel is hardly ever… honest with himself, never full-on affectionate or willing to settle down for a heart-to-heart when things flare up. Like an argument over what would be the best way to approach an interview or questionnaire or no you should totally go for this vs. no i can’t—
“Earth to Roly-Poly!”
“Yeah.” He slaps his friend’s arm out of his face. “Fuck off, man.”
“You fuck off; I’m chillin’.” Then, contrary, “Who’d you meet out there if you weren’t getting’ it oooon?” Complete with awful, cheesy hip movements. Why’re they friends again?
Now Roland is self-conscious. Again. Because what if Angel freaks out over a Blutbad, even if he doesn't know where they live? “It— uh… Blutbad.”
When his friend’s eyebrows drop into a concerned frown (he doesn't ever do outright fear, too wrapped up in preserving his self-image), so does Roland’s stomach. “I mean I’m alive, so it’s not bad—”
“How.” Rising out of the rocker, he looms over Roland by a full head. Grasping the sides of Roland's face, he asks, “How’re you alive, man?” And although this concern is touching (to the point of being embarrassing because jeez, it’s like he’s never been hugged as a child), he can only blurt out, dumbly, “Wieder.”
“… Ah.” The relief settles over Angel’s face, relaxing it into the usual smile (or near enough, the momentary concern still lingering), dimples deepening. He lets go of Roland’s face. “Veggie-friendly wolfman.”
“Yeah. Rabbit-friendly, too. Cutesy sorta…” He shrugs, eyes to the side because Monroe flashes in his head again: Monroe holding the rabbit; Monroe in woge; Monroe in a more comfortable stance; Monroe walking towards him; Monroe walking away. “… thing.”
The smile turns into a cheeky grin, as though knowing. “Is he?”
“Awhh, dude, no—”
“Have you got like, a thing for dudes who can kill you? Is that your thing?”
“Fuckin’… maybe!”
“Awh, baby virgin has a death-wish crush on a veggie wolfman!”
“I do not!”
Before they can argue any more – Roland’s face growing pinker by the second and Angel’s grin growing wide enough to encompass his face – Winona’s car pulls up. It’s just after half-past seven, and only now are Kenna and Winona coming home. One would think a teacher and administrative assistant would be home sooner than that. “You’re late for dinner!” Angel calls, nudging past Roland to go inside.
“Incredible,” Kenna mutters, “the house hasn’t burned down.”
“It’s probably microwave meals, let’s be honest,” Roland joins in.
“Fuck y’all,” is the welcoming indignant noise to all three as the file in the front door and towards the kitchen/dining room.
“Fuck me running a marathon, I’m starving,” Winona says, immediately swinging open the pantry door and squinting at tins upon tins of beans, corn, baby carrots, baby potatoes, and garden peas. “We got anything else?”
“Pizza,” Angel says as he cranks the oven on.
“Fuck’s sake—”
“Couldn’t be assed buying anything else today so we’re gobbling on shit. Again.”
Further half-hearted squabbling over food washes over Roland as he begs silently for Angel not to bring up the topic of Monroe up anytime soon. Or at all. Neither prayer seems at all likely – having lived a year and six months with the other man, Roland knows what to expect by now – but it never harms to at least try. Kenna, for her part, is quiet. Tired from another day of kids and keeping them engaged, he supposes. He’s not asked yet, and can't find a way that doesn't come off as right-out odd, but he hopes the kids like her as much as she enjoys teaching them.
“So, anyway,” Angel starts, and yes Roland knew it was inevitable but he’s rolling his eyes anyway, praying that Angel is only leading into this with that teasing vibe only to swerve onto something completely different— but he doesn’t. Natch. “Didja hear about Roly’s iddy-diddy crush?”
Winona leans back, mock-gasping, “No!” while Kenna leans forward, elbows on the table, asking, “Really? Aww.”
“Yep – on a Blutbad.”
The girls choke; Winona bangs the table and shakes her head while Kenna splutters, “what! what! are you shitting me! what!” At least it’s perked her up a bit; makes her look lively and less likely to fall face-first and full-asleep into her food.
Then Angel has the gall to be placating, and Roland can only muster up so much energy to glare at him. Panache: Angel’s got it in spades. “Now, now, ladies, it’s A-OK – the dude’s Wieder. Veggie reform.”
Both women scoff; Winona slaps the table again, and Kenna mutters, “Fucking Hell, but a Blutbad? Roly, honey… really?” Her eyebrows scrunch together in her confusion, and she only turns her head when Winona excuses herself from the table. “’m tired, g’night, y’all, Blutbad-fuckers and none alike.” A garbled chorus blesses her winddown-to-actual-bedtime way (“G’night babe.” “I'm not even—” “Nighty-night, lamb.”), and she waves as she trudges upstairs to her and Kenna's bedroom, either to read or translate a book.
Dishes are cleaned and dried and put away, and the remaining three perform their own winddown rituals: Kenna scampers up to one half of the attic, having claimed the eastern half of it as her “study” room (the other half belongs to Leopoldo); Roland drags out his sketchbook from his bedside drawer, along with pencils and pens, and sets to doodling on the fold-out couch he’s got squashed in one corner of his boxy bedroom; Angel watches a How It's Made episode, and he almost considers calling the others down, because they all share a casual interest in this sort of thing, but as it is, he's settled down and far too comfy to move.
Angel considers ignoring the knocking at the door, too, even when they call out that it’s the police, and it is rather urgent. Now, not that his friends have much of a clue, but the memory of a blue boy’s (or blue girl’s) knock is ingrained into his memory – father and mother being the reason that they came in the first place, upsetting and scaring the neighbours (and him) with all sorts of noises. It doesn’t bother him at present, not just because he’s done nothing wrong (might’ve… broke a girl’s heart, once or twice or thrice, but he’s always smoothed it out before) (and not recently, anyway), but because he has nothing to fear. He could probably charm the pants off any person if he were actually human, he’s sure.
Still, there’s no need to irritate, so with great reluctance he heaves himself up off the sofa (that’ll probably end up in the basement in five years’ time), and heads towards the door, noting Roland’s hesitant presence at the top of the stairs before he hides behind the wall again. Nothing to think of, as Roland likes being ‘sneaky’ and an eavesdropper, so when Angel opens the door, he’s not expecting much of anything. Probably the only thing that's ‘urgent’ is that there’s been another string of robberies.
“Evenin’, y’all. What can I do you for?” Off the bat, it sounds ridiculous to hear from his own mouth, but he liked the idea of it rolling off of his tongue so easily. Just some chipper dude enjoying the last dregs of the evening before tuckering off to bed to fetch his sleep before the long work day ahead of him.
At least, as chipper as he can be considering the cop in front of him is a Grimm.
Cold blue, then cold darkness, infinite, stretching long like visible neurons and only his face, his real face is staring back and it is like that old Nietzsche saying, isn’t it?
The cop barely reacts, his face only steeling with realisation. Angel’s only vaguely aware of Roland trotting down the stairs (thumpthump, thumpthump, thumpthump) when the cop – Detective Burkhardt – tells him there’s been a suspicious death in the woods. His partner, Detective Griffin, stands a few feet behind him.
“Oh,” is Angel’s empty reply as he slides in to fill the frame of the front door, trying to block Roland from seeing the Grimm at their door, and keep the Grimm from knowing that there’s more than one Wesen living in the house. They’re all of the harmless variety anyway, so even if he weren't a cop, he’d have no business messing with them. Yet the panic doesn’t leave, only intensifying with the gasp and strangled, “Oh, shit.” At least Roland’s trying to keep his shit under wraps, even if he is now visible and motionlessly panicking under the Grimm’s eye.
Burkhardt, for his part, is acting professionally while the two of them freak out. “Have either of you heard or seen anything?” They both answer in the negative. When Griffin asks how long they’ve been home (suspect list suspect list suspect list), Angel says that he was home since four in the afternoon after finishing up some handywork in the inner city. Roland struggles to remember when he came home.
“I think it was a bit before Kenna and Winni, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Angel agrees, “you came back from…” He spares Burkhardt a glance, “From the woods after your walk.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Roland bites his lip, and adds, mouth running a thousand miles a minute, “I took a walk earlier after we’d gone over some job applications.”
“We?” Burkhardt repeats. Behind him, Griffin shifts his stance, glancing at his partner; the tone was perhaps too sharp for just a simple door-to-door inquiry.
Roland squeezes into the frame, gesturing helplessly at his friend. “He helped me because I get stressed out when going through paperwork.”
Both Wesen are now sure they’ve fallen into the trap of over-explaining themselves: methinks the suspect doth protest too much. In any case, Burkhardt isn’t giving anything away.
“Alright, so what time did you leave, Mr…?”
“Uh, Hoffmann.” Pause, glance at Angel. “Roland.” Clears his throat. “Uh, I think it was… was it around four?”
“No, that’s when I came back, dot-on. You and me went over that paperwork and questionnaire stuff and you went and cleared your head about… five? Ish?”
Another quick look at the Grimm; not a thing from him.
“So yeah, and you came back about seven thirty – wow, you were gone long.”
This time, a trickle of interest on both of the detectives’ faces, and Roland panics.
“I was just walking, man,” he protests, shuffling a quarter-inch further into the house, “I didn’t do anything.”
“Was there anyone else you bumped into who looked suspicious?” Griffin asks, his tone more casual than his partner’s.
“No—” Roland shrugs and frowns. “No-one I thought was suspicious.” A sort-of lie: Monroe The Blutbad sticks out, but… he let the rabbit go. He let the frigging rabbit go, and for fuck’s sake the dude’s Wieder. “I just met one guy in the woods.” He tries for joviality: “I think he’s more the rabbit person than a killer, though.” Of course, it falls flat.
Griffin nods slowly, as if deciding that it’s time to call it a night before Burkhardt can ask any more questions, which is just as well because if he asks anything about their other housemates, there’d be chaos: Winona would break down blubbering under the scrutiny of a police officer even when innocent, and Kenna would stonewall them at every turn; Leo and Elham might be more cooperative, wary as they might be (being no better than the girls, really); Charalampos and Sophia would… well, they might be better with the police, but only if it weren’t posed as some sort of challenge, because they were must stubborn (natch, as Taureus-Armentum).
“Alright, if there’s anything else,” Griffin reaches forward with a number on plain card, “call us.”
“Will do,” is Roland's automatic answer.
Once the two detectives leave, the door is locked and the ground floor is double-checked to make sure the windows and back door are also closed and locked; their other friends have their own keys, so they’ll be able to get in without struggle. The looming promise – “There’ll be someone to come and take your statements tomorrow morning.” – leaves a bad taste in Roland’s mouth.
“Who died?”
Kenna hangs back on the stairs, Winona staying on the landing; it’s likely that she barricaded the bedroom if she ever looked out of the window and saw the cop car, or even so much as heard the word police when they first knocked.
“Dunno,” Angel says, and he instantly sounds more like his usual self – less strung-out, more so-laid-back-he's-horizontal. “We didn't ask, and they just said it was a suspicious death.”
“One of ‘em was a Grimm,” Roland blurts out, and Kenna swears while Winona moans lowly and sags against the wall.
“Oh fuck me fucking sideways, then.”
“Babe,” Winona whines, half-hiccuping, half trying to laugh.
“TMI, hon,” Angel says. Again, lightheartedness falls flat, and dies.
The panicked buzz over the ‘suspicious death’ and the new knowledge of a Grimm blankets them as they retire to bed. The promise of someone on the police force coming over tomorrow to take their statements feels more like a threat, something to trip them up and wrangle a confession out of them.
But it’s not the police, or the death of a person yet unknown, that take precedence in Roland's mind once he’s pulled the covers over his body. It’s the woged face of Monroe The Blutbad, and a rabbit in his hands. More than the panicked dread over the next morning that’s threatening to drag his body into a sleepless, restless night, his head is light with stupid, optimistic hope.
Wieder Wieder Wieder Wieder Wieder--
He dreams of teeth. They do not shred him.
#mine#my writing#mw: grimm#wc: 2000 – 3000#series: traditionalist wesen; remixed#ch: roland hoffmann#ch: angel krastev#ch: winona maki#ch: kenna allaway#sft
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