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Conference Call

Summary: It's VECNA week: the Vermont Educational Conference for the Northeast Area, and Larissa is bored and lonely. A few clicks online and she hires a... friend for a few hours.

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut g!p, dirty talk, mommy kink, teacher/student roleplaying, swearing, unedited

Author's Note: Ummm so this kind of got away from me. Sorry not sorry.

P.S: Caiohme is an Irish name pronounced "Kwee-va"

It was that time of year again: VECNA week: the Vermont Educational Conference for the Northeast Area. If it weren’t for the fact that she was out of town at the most boring conference ever, she never would have considered even looking up the company. But the Vermont Educational Conference for the Northeast Area didn’t exactly inspire.

It had been a week, and she was homesick, and lonely, and sad, and perhaps a bit drunker than she’d care to admit.

And this hadn’t been the first time she considered doing something like this. It was just the first time she actually went through with it. And it made her feel sick, if she were being perfectly honest. Technically it was legal, but Larissa couldn’t help but let shame weigh down on her shoulders. Was she really so undesirable that she needed to buy someone else’s company?

That was all it was, she assured herself as she sipped her cocktail of Jim Beam and diet Coke. She was paying someone to come and be her friend for a night because no one at this conference was worth her time. And no one seemed particularly interested in interacting with an Outcast from Nevermore Academy. At least this way, she was guaranteeing conversation; guaranteeing companionship, if for only an evening.

Larissa sat on the edge of the hotel bed, which she had remade, and then remade again so that the corners were tighter and the sheets appeared crisper. Not that it mattered. It was a hotel, not her home. And this person was probably not going to be judging her bed. Still, Larissa had a reputation she liked to uphold, even with strangers.

She was starting to grow anxious as the minutes ticked by. She already put through her credit card information, so surely there would be no issue? Unless it was a scam. Oh dear, had she fallen for a ploy?

There came a sharp knock at her hotel door, the sound so sudden that Larissa nearly jumped out of her skin. Was that…? Larissa took another sip of her cocktail and set aside the glass before standing up and smoothing out the skirt of her dress. Her heart thudded uneasily in her chest. Maybe if she pretended she wasn’t there, then she could forget about the whole thing?

Larissa went over the door and opened it.

Before her stood a young woman with hair that she clearly attempted to straightened, but still tried resisting, certain sections insisting on creating a wave. It was a slightly imperfect detail that actually made Larissa relax. The woman in the doorway wasn’t perfect. She was a dream, but she wasn’t perfect, and that helped put Larissa at ease.

It wasn’t until she met the woman’s eyes that Larissa realized she probably should’ve shifted her appearance; kept this more anonymous. But it was too late now.

“Larissa?”

A fake name also might’ve been a better choice.

“Yes. Um, come in.” Larissa stepped aside and watched the young woman marvel at the hotel room as if she had never seen anything so nice. It had to be part of an act. Someone who did this line of work surely saw a lot of hotel rooms in her lifetime.

“So um, how has your day been?” Larissa asked, immediately cursing herself for sounding like an idiot.

The woman turned and smiled at Larissa, apparently finding her endearing. “Long. VECNA tends to get busy for me.”

“Is that so? Why?”

The woman raised her eyebrows, wondering if Larissa really wanted her to answer that. She gave the nicer. vague answer. “Lot of lonely teachers in an unfamiliar place.”

“And um… what shall I call you?” The website Larissa found didn’t actually give names, just pictures.

“What do you want to call me?” the young woman implored, and it suddenly became clear why the website didn’t have names. She saw Larissa’s uneasiness and gave a warm smile. “I answer to a lot of things. But tonight you can call me Kitty.”

“Kitty…” Larissa said slowly, tasting the name; testing the name. “Is that your real name?”

“Is Larissa yours?” Touche. It was, but Larissa did not do anything to confirm this. Kitty went on, “It’s short for Caiomhe.”

Larissa frowned faintly, not following the explanation. “I don’t quite see how Kitty is short for Caiomhe.”

Kitty grinned, giving a soft, embarrassed laugh. “It’s not. But you can’t go through middle school with the name Caiomhe.”

“Of course. Students can be cruel.” Larissa certainly knew about that. She also didn’t doubt that customers liked such a soft sounding name. “Would you like something to drink?” Words came a little easier to her now; knowing Kitty’s name certainly helped to soothe the nerves.

“No, thank you. I don’t drink on the job.”

Job. Right. Because that was what this was. She needed to remember that.

Kitty sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. She was so simple in her plain black cocktail dress, yet exuded elegance.

“So, what did you want to do tonight?” Kitty asked, her eyes imploring yet mischievous, head tilted to the side.

“Oh, I’m… I’m not really sure,” Larissa replied sheepishly. That was a lie. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, but now, suddenly faced with the question, she couldn’t bring herself to answer. How could she possibly voice to this stranger what she wanted?

Kitty saw the struggle in Larissa’s eyes, and gave a small, sympathetic smile. “Most people just want to talk,” she said.

“Really?”

“I mean sure, I get some people who want to take me out to dinner; pretend I’m their girlfriend. But most just… want someone to listen.” That was what made it legal. If sex happened, then it happened. But as far as the records were concerned, she was paid to hang out.

Kitty narrowed her eyes slightly as she studied Larissa, trying to guess what her mental roadblocks were. The woman just seemed so tense. “What brings you to VECNA?” she asked. Maybe conversation was the key.

“I’m a principal,” Larissa answered. “I run a boarding school… for Outcasts.”

Kitty perked up in recognition. “Nevermore?”

“So you’ve heard of it.”

“I used to be obsessed with it when I was younger,” Kitty confessed. “A boarding school for the strange and unusual; I wanted to go so badly.”

Larissa blushed, pleased and flattered that someone actually said a kind word about her dear academy. She sat on the bed next to Kitty, one hand holding her drink and the other hand resting on the bed.

“Okay, so you’re the headmistress of an elite boarding school…”

“Principal,” Larissa corrected.

“I think, tonight, you should be Headmistress.”

And like magic, Larissa’s shoulders relaxed. She downed the rest of her drink and set the now empty glass aside. She stood up and smoothed out her skirt. “And do you know why you’ve been sent to my office?”

Kitty immediately fell into her role. She sat on her hands, knees together. “Because I got caught touching myself in class.”

“Because you can’t help being a little slut, isn’t that so?” Larissa folded her arms across her chest.

She didn’t think she would slip into the fantasy so easily. She thought she would be trembling with unsteady nerves. Instead, Larissa slipped into the role as if she were slipping on her favorite heels.

Kitty pouted. “I’m sorry Headmistress. I couldn’t help it!”

“You never can. Tell me: did you slip your fingers in and out? Taste yourself when the teacher wasn’t looking?” When Kitty nodded, playing along, Larissa gave a wolfish grin. “And who were you thinking about when you were toying with your sweet little pussy?”

Kitty looked down, as if ashamed though Larissa saw no blush upon her cheeks. In fact, the corners of her mouth were curled upward; she was enjoying the game. Good.

Larissa tucked a finger under Kitty’s chin and forced her to look up. “Be a good girl, and tell me: who’s tongue were you imagining?”

“Yours, Headmistress.”

“Oh? Well, I suppose that puts us in a bit of a conundrum.” Larissa dropped her hand and stepped away from Kitty. She folded her arms across her chest and tilted her head to the side, as if she hadn’t already decided her next move. “See, you ought to be punished. Yet…”

“Yet?”

“I find myself at a crossroads. You should be bent over my desk; you should get a lashing for being so crude. But I think spanking you would just turn you on even more. Is that true?” Larissa leaned down over Kitty, hands planted on either side of the woman. “Maybe you’d like it a little too much.”

Kitty’s perfume was hypnotizing; she smelled like an azalea. Kitty could smell the Jim Beam on Larissa’s breath and she couldn’t help herself; she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips against Larissa’s. It wasn’t like she never kissed clients, but it was the first time she actually enjoyed it.

Larissa broke character, stunned by the small, affectionate gesture. She stared at Kitty, lips parted as if to ask why. Instead, she placed her hand on the back of Kitty’s head and pulled her in for a languid kiss, every movement of her tongue deliberate and precise.

And oh how Kitty relished in the attention. The kissing became hungry as Kitty craved more, needed more. She had never felt so… wanted.

Other clients pretended to want her. She knew the drill and it never bothered her. This was her life, and it paid damn well. But when they kissed her, if they kissed her, she could tell that they were imagining someone else, or just glad to have a warm body. It had never been about her.

This was about her. Larissa was kissing her.

Kitty pulled back from Larissa, and whispered, “Let me take care of you.”

“No,” Larissa said. For a brief moment, Kitty’s brow furrowed and she looked confused and even partially worried. Larissa pressed a kiss against the younger woman’s forehead, soothing her worries. “I’m going to take care of you.”

She put a hand against Kitty’s chest, guiding her to lay down on the bed. She wasted no time in getting on her knees.

Kitty’s heart fluttered, both with anticipation and adoration. She gasped softly when she felt Larissa press a kiss against her bare calf, then her knee, then her inner thigh. God it took so much strength for Larissa to go even this speed.

Larissa tucked her fingers into the waistband of Kitty’s black thong, taking a second to admire them.

“Adore Me,” Kitty said, propping herself up on her forearms.

“Pardon?”

“The panties. I get my lingerie from Adore Me. They have like a monthly subscription where they send you stuff. That’s probably my absolute favorite thing I got from them. Though I gotta say, I like it a lot better in your hands.”

“Is that so? Because I think it looks best on the floor.” Larissa tossed aside the thong and placed her hands on Kitty’s thighs, digging her nails in slightly. “Tell me what you like.”

“I’ll like whatever you do to me.”

That answer apparently wasn’t good enough. Kitty jolted as she felt a sudden, sharp slap against her cunt though she was immediately soothed by long strokes of skilled fingers. “Be a good girl, and tell me what you like.”

“That,” Kitty gasped. “I like… I like it when you call me a good girl.”

“I see. That’s unfortunate because you haven’t been a very good girl, have you? Touching yourself in class isn’t something good girls do.” Larissa slipped back into the roleplay, finding she did quite enjoy it and while she did ask Kitty what she wanted, Larissa was the one paying for the night. Give and take.

“I’m sorry, Headmistress,” Kitty whined. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Because you’re a little slut.”

“Because I’m your little slut,” Kitty corrected, daring to hold Larissa’s gaze. “I just kept imagining your fingers inside of me, making me so, so wet.”

“Oh darling, you don’t need my help making you wet.” Larissa lowered herself back down between Kitty’s legs. She inhaled deeply, basking in the woman’s arousal. She couldn’t stand it any longer. Larissa dragged her tongue along the woman’s glistening slit, tasting Kitty’s desire.

Kitty gasped at the contact, swallowing her moan. She didn’t want to admit how good Larissa made her feel with only one swipe of her tongue; she wasn’t used to this. Some clients were clumsy. Some were terribly sweet and affection. But Larissa was something else entirely.

Larissa nipped at Kitty’s clit, making the younger woman yelp. “Don’t you dare keep quiet.” She returned to devouring Kitty’s pussy, and Kitty certainly did not hold back. She let herself moan and whine and beg for more.

“Please, god… fuck, it feels so good.” The feeling of Larissa lapping at her clit was divine; Kitty wrapped her legs around Larissa, holding her close, needing more. “F-fingers. Please, fingers.”

At Kitty’s request, Larissa pulled away, chin glistening. “Do you think you deserve my fingers?”

Kitty only managed a whine. God she needed Larissa so badly. Her lack of words earned her another sharp slap on her pussy, and a commanding, “Answer me,” from Larissa. “N-no,” she choked out. “No, I don’t. But I need them. I need you. Please.”

Larissa paused, pursing her lips.

Immediately sensing Larissa’s hesitancy, Kitty sat up. “Is everything okay?”

“Can we… do you mind if we try something?”

Normally she was uneasy when a client said something like that. But Larissa was… different. Even though it sounded corny as fuck, Larissa was special. So Kitty said, “Anything you want. Name it.” For a moment, Kitty worried that she sounded too overeager. That fear was allayed when she saw Larissa relax a little.

“I’m… I’m a shapeshifter. It’s what makes me an Outcast.” That obviously wasn’t what Larissa was worried about. Kitty could see in her blue, blue eyes that there was something more; something deeper. “And… well, I’ve never actually tried it before. But I… I find myself wanting to have you be my first. If you’ll have me.”

Kitty tilted her head to the side, not quite following what Larissa meant. Her first? The woman was clearly no stranger to sex; what was there possibly to take?

Then she added it all up, and when the sum made itself apparent, Kitty inhaled sharply. Not in disgust, or even shock, but in pure desire. She nodded, eyes practically glowing in excitement.

Larissa stepped away from the bed and turned her back to Kitty. She breathed deeply as her fingers fumbled with her dress, feeling Kitty’s eyes on her.

The moments passed agonizingly slow; Kitty had sat up at this point, rubbing her thighs together to feel some sweet friction without pushing herself over the edge. And as much of a cliche as it was, her jaw did indeed drop when Larissa turned around.

Every inch of her was perfect: the swell of her breast, the curve of her waist, the place where her thighs met. And right there among it all…

Larissa stepped closer, her cock hard with desire. Kitty didn’t even hesitate to get off the bed and down onto her knees. She took hold of the throbbing member, her touch curious yet gentle. She lips ghosted along the shaft, and Larissa swallowed a moan, the sensation more intense than she ever imagined.

“Can I?” Kitty whispered against Larissa’s tip, and when she saw Larissa nod, she immediately took the cock into her mouth.

And oh god what a sensation it was. Larissa immediately threaded her fingers through Kitty’s hair, making sure she kept her pace slow and steady. This was completely new to her and it was almost overwhelming. She already wanted to cum, wanted to see thick rivulets of white spill down the side of Kitty’s perfect hot mouth. Just imagining such a sight nearly sent her over the edge, but Larissa held back.

Then Kitty dared to take Larissa’s cock all the way down her throat and made a gagging noise. Was it real or just part of the show? Larissa didn’t care, she loved it all the same.

“Good girl,” she cooed. “Take all of me; choke on Mummy’s cock.”

Larissa’s voice faded as Kitty continued to take all of her, slurping and slobbering. Finally, right when Larissa was certain she would lose control, Kitty pulled away, spit dribbling down her chin. She planted one more kiss against Larissa’s cock before getting up and bending over the bed.

For just a moment, Larissa relished in the sight of this young woman spread and dripping for her.

She slid her cock into Kitty’s wet pussy and both women groaned in pleasure.

“Fuck,” Kitty hissed as Larissa started moving in and out. She reached down between her own legs to rub her clit as Larissa kept thrusting. “Fuck, Mommy, your cock is s-so good.”

Larissa thrust harder, feeling bliss in a way she had never felt before. She could barely hear Kitty’s whines, so consumed with her own pleasure. “That’s it, take Mummy’s cock,” she growled, hand finding Kitty’s hair and pulling.

She wasn’t going to last long like this. The dirty talk thrilled her, and Kitty too.

“Please make me cum, Mommy,” Kitty begged as Larissa’s thrusting picked up speed and she kept furiously rubbing at her clit. Her legs were shaking as an orgasm unexpectedly rocked through her body.

The sight of Kitty’s quivering form and the feeling of her orgasm tearing through her sent Larissa over the edge. She gave one final thrust and held herself inside of Kitty, filling her up.

Both women breathed heavily as they slowly came down from their high. With great reluctance, Larissa pulled out of Kitty and cum dripped out of Kitty’s sopping cunt, trickling down her inner thigh.

Unable to resist, Larissa lowered herself and dragged her tongue along Kitty’s slit, tasting their mingled cum. It was divine.

Neither of them said a word for a few minutes, hearts hammering too loudly to hear one another.

Larissa lay down on the bed, feeling her lower half shift back to her usual form. She watched Kitty slip into the bathroom to clean up. She closed her eyes, her mind completely blank for once. No worries, no cares, just darkness. How wonderful.

The sound of a lock grabbed her attention and she sat up to see Kitty about to slip out the door.

“Wait,” Larissa said without thinking. But then she remembered what this all was: a business transaction. The fantasy melted away.

But to her surprise, Kitty did indeed hesitate at the door. The young woman turned. She’d been booked for the night, and sleeping over wasn’t part of the deal. But maybe… maybe an exception could be made. Just this once.

“Will you stay?” Larissa asked softly.

“If you’ll have me.”

Larissa nodded, and Kitty relocked the door. She shed her dress and slipped into the bed beside Larissa. And as Larissa pressed a kiss to her temple, Kitty wondered if she had allowed herself to cross over into forbidden territory: falling in love with a client.

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The Consort ₊⁺જ⁀➴

Ascended Astarion x fem Tav

Chapter: 6 | Please Don’t Go

Summary: In a tumultuous tale of love, power, and betrayal, Tav finds herself entangled in a complex relationship with Astarion, a heartless vampire lord who will stop at nothing to maintain control over his newfound spawn. As Tav witnesses Astarion’s transformation and descent into darkness, their love is put to the ultimate test amidst love triangles, drama, and the pursuit of world domination. Redemption seems like an elusive goal while Tav grapples with the realization of who her lover has truly become.

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Tav and Astarion arrived back home a day later from the lively party in Waterdeep, and Astarion was unusually quiet as they made their way inside their home.

Without uttering a word, Astarion disappeared into his study, completely in his own silence. It was like he was in deep thought and Tav was no interruption.

She sighed.

He seems like something's on his mind...Maybe being home again made the reality of his ascension real each time he came back to this damned palace without a problem.

Tav put down her coat and followed Astarion into his study, where she found him sitting in a luxurious chair, fists against his mouth, staring aimlessly into the fireplace.

He was in one of his moods.

In a gentle tone, “Is everything alright?” Tav took a few steps and stood beside him. Leaning over slightly, her eyes tried to get a peek at his face.

Astarion remained motionless, his eyes still fixed on the flickering flames. Without turning to look at Tav, he spoke lowly, “How would you feel if I shared my gift? Eternal life. In exchange, spawn will serve us, carrying out tasks that others would shy away from.”

Tav’s laughed nervously, her head tilting slightly in disbelief. “Is that what that woman wanted from you..?” she asked, trying to make sense of his words.

A moment of silence passed before Astarion shook his head slowly. He straightened up from his position and moved closer to the fireplace, feeling the warmth caress his pale skin. “No,” he replied quietly.

“It appears that I was not the only person trying to kill Cazador,” Astarion continued, his eyes narrowing as he recalled recent events. “Although her attempt was unsuccessful, she did plant a seed of thought in my mind.”

Turning to face Tav directly, Astarion’s gaze bore into hers. “We could amass an army of our own kind, create more like us, and crush any mortal foolish enough to oppose our rule. The legacy of House Ancunin shall be one of power and dominance.”

Tav bit her lip and averted her gaze from him. She knew he was set on this but that woman. Something didn't feel right about her, "More like us...? I don’t want there to be anyone else. I want it to be just me and you, not create another house of spawns!”

Tav could feel Astarion's gaze on her. Admittedly, her possessiveness over him touched him for a brief moment.

Tav instantly tried to justify herself, "Look at Cazador's downfall. I don't want you to end up like him, I only worry for you Astarion..."

He snapped quickly, "I am NOT Cazador. I am better than him."

Tav scuffed, “Bend, break, and manipulate all the petty royals you want, but I will not share my home with any spawn.”

Astarion rolled his eyes, "You’re quite set on this aren’t you?" He walked up to Tav, challenging her with eyes like daggers, "You do know, your future is mine to control."

"You are mine. Aeterna Amantes - Lovers forever, until the world falls down." his fingers traced her jawline while his eyes burned into hers.

Astarion’s words were tainted with ownership and control. It was not a promise of equal love, but a statement of possession, "If I wanted to burn this world to the ground, make everyone kneel at my feet, you will be there by my side.”

The tingle of his soft touch grazed her jaw, opposite to his tainted words.

She stared at him with hurt in her eyes...How unbelievable, this was not the person Tav thought he was. "Is this all you care about - Power? What about us?" Tav took a couple steps away from him, shaking her head. To think he would want anything more out of Tav now.

I want us to be happy.

I want it all. I want to travel the world. I want a family, not a dictatorship.

Did I make a mistake?

“You already possess everything, yet you fail to recognize it!” Tav yelled, watching as Astarion’s chest rose and fell with frustration.

Astarion sighed in annoyance. How could she be so foolish and not understand the endless possibilities?

"It's not enough! I will not be that weak spawn I once was," Astarion got closer to Tav with each syllable he harshly spat.

Tav took a step back, her eyes wide with realization.

"I'll...never be enough for you. You will never be...the Astarion I met when he had nothing, only love to give me." Her voice cracked with hurt and anger.

Tav gestured towards him with her eyes glossed in hurt, "And look at you now."

Astarion puffed his chest out, his eyes gleaming with pride. “I am a vampire ascendant. I am powerful.”

Tav shook her head, “No, Astarion. I just want you to respect my opinions too as your consort! You are not Cazador. And I will not become like you.”

His eyes flickered for a moment, softening to her statement. The way her words hit into him landed a little too close to home. For a moment, sympathy was in his stare.

It hurt him deeply. For her to stare at him the way he used to stare at Cazador.

Tav was enough.

Tav’s hands dropped to her sides in defeat. The tears in her eyes threatened to fall but she tried to stay strong. Tav didn't want to be weak in front of him. She started to storm off from Astarion, but he quickly questioned her with desperation.

Astarion’s voice cracked with hurt suddenly, "Where are you going?" His chest felt like it was collapsing in with furrowed brows.

“Out.” She pushed past Astarion, her face flushed a deep red with boiling anger.

Astarion’s breath hitched, his anger starting to rise with grief. How could she...How dare she?

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly as he yelled out to Tav, grasping her arm and pulling her back towards him. “WHERE THE HELLS ARE YOU GOING?”

Tav stumbled over her feet, attempting to break free from Astarion’s grasp. This frightened her...she'd never seen him like this before.

Tav cried out, ripping her arm away and breaking free from his hold. “Stop it!”

She couldn’t leave. She belonged to him. The thought of Tav walking away tore at him, constricting his throat and leaving him gasping for air. His lungs ripped out Tav’s name repeatedly.

“You can’t leave me!” Astarion's eyes went wet with rage.

The room went dizzy for Astarion. The reality of his actions started to weigh heavy at that moment. His head was running a thousand miles away to a dark place.

Don't go.

Don't leave me alone with myself.

He followed sternly after Tav, quickly reaching out for her wrist.

I need you.

Please.

Suddenly, something within Tav seemed to snap, and her eyes glowed into a deep yellow. Her druid form took over her body, taking on an animalistic appearance with claws extending from her fingertips.

In one swift motion, Tav’s hand swiped back through the air, perfectly connecting with Astarion’s face. He released her wrist immediately.

He clutched his own face with a pained groan. Astarion looked down at his bloodied palm in shock and disbelief. She scratched me.

Tav’s eyes instantly reverted back to their pale white, and she gasped at the sight of what she had just done. Her stomach knotted when she trailed the droplets of blood drip off his jaw.

She blinked repeatedly, trying to come to the reality of what just happened.

Tav reached out her hand to Astarion, "I -...Oh gods, Astarion I'm s-so..." Astarion cut Tav off and recoiled in anger and disbelief.

He stared at her coldly and menacing, causing Tav to shrink back in fear.

“Go,” Astarion growled through gritted teeth, averting his gaze from her. “Get out of my sight.”

Without a word more Tav sniffled and walked out of the room with tears running down her face.

Fuck.

Tav didn't mean to hurt him. She wasn't even sure what had just taken over her, she was never violent like that on a whim. This wasn't like herself at all.

She ran out of the palace, aimlessly walking around the city in the dead of night. The tears stained her skin wet and in the back of her mind, she thought of Ross.

She remembered what he had told her: "If you’re ever looking for someone to talk to back home, I’m always at the Blushing Mermaid."

Tav sniffled and wiped her tears with her sleeve. Maybe she could confide in someone...

Tav made her way to the Blushing Mermaid, and before she could even walk inside, she could smell the strong scent of alcohol. She recoiled in her stomach, that terrible smell of drunk people. Eck.

She opened the doors, and Gods the smell was even worse. But it was very lively, singing, dancing, yelling, and loud music being played by a nearby band.

Tav sank onto a barstool, her gaze wandering aimlessly across the crowded room. The bartender, an older man, caught sight of her weary expression and slid a drink her way. "You look like you need this more than I do," he said.

Grateful, Tav clasped the glass, offering a nod of appreciation before taking a sip.

Just as the fiery liquid burned its way down her throat, a pair of hands landed gently on her shoulders. Tav turned, finding Ross settling into the seat beside her. A warm smile spread across his face. "Hey, Tav! I knew that was you," he greeted with genuine delight.

But as his eyes fell on her red eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, his smile faded. "What happened?" He tilted his face with concern.

Embarrassment washed over Tav, and she lowered her head in shame, a self-deprecating chuckle escaping her lips. "Just got into a fight with Astarion...I feel terrible," she admitted with regret. Ross's frown deepened as he listened intently, his eyes fixed on her every word.

He half-smiled, "Do you want to talk about it? We can get out of here. It's a little too loud right now." Standing up, he extended his hand towards Tav.

She hesitated for a moment before accepting his offer, feeling the touch of his hand under hers. But his kindness was comforting.

"I know a good spot." Ross softly let go of her hand and they walked silently to the docks of the shore. Their shoes clicked and echoed under the wood of the docks and Ross took a deep breath of the salty air, "Now tell me - why the tears?"

Tav bit down on her lips and crossed her arms in a self-hug, "I accidentally scratched him in the face...and made him bleed."

"What? Now why would you do that?"

"He grabbed my wrist and...ah...fuck - I don't know what came over me."

"Wait, wait -" His eyes narrowed in confusion and anger, "Why was he grabbing you in the first place?" he clicked his tongue in dispute.

Tav shook her head over and over, "I was trying to leave and he didn't want me to go."

Ross became passionate at the moment and raised his voice, "So?! No one should be putting their hands on you like that. That's really possessive, don't you think?"

Tav felt defeated and she went to wipe a single tear that fell from her eyes. He was right and hearing the truth made it sting even more.

Tav ran her fingers threw her locs and lifted her hair in a ponytail, gripping her scalp as a stress reliever. Just as Tav heaved out a stressful sigh Ross went uncharacteristically silent.

When she turned her head, Ross had been staring at her with wide eyes, his mouth slightly a gap.

"Oh no..." He whispered into the air as he approached Tav closer.

Her heart skipped a beat, and the warmth of his hand fell on her chin, pulling her face to the side. His eyes glared at the bite marks that scared Tav's skin.

Ross wetted his lips and softly spoke, "Did he do this to you...?"

Tav averted her eyes and stepped away, breaking their contact. She turned her back and hid her scars with her thick hair. Her fingers nervously brushed down the strands.

"Tav - are you a vampire?" Ross sounded dumbfounded, maybe even disappointed.

"I don't need your disappointment too."

Ross scoffed and shook his head, pressing his thumbs firmly on the bridge of his nose, "I'm just surprised. I didn't think your relationship with him went that far." Tav was right. He was disappointed, this was vital information his sister would definitely want to hear...but he didn't feel right about it.

He pitied Tav.

"He's a monster." Ross sneered to himself.

Tav quickly turned her head, and her demeanor quickly became defensive, "He’s not a monster he’s just hurt!" Tav snapped at Ross and just as she had quickly defended Astarion, her attitude simmered back down, not meaning to yell at her friend like that.

Her head pounded with overwhelming feelings. Things between her and Astarion changed when he ascended and it was boiling to a breaking point for Tav.

She whispered out, her voice cracking and barely audible, "All that pain...It changed him into something he's not."

When she faced Ross straight on, the tears on her cheeks sparkled against the moonlight, "Is it my fault?"

Ross shook his head and placed his hand on her shoulder, stroking it to calm her, "Don’t blame yourself…"

Tav held her breath, her body became timid and shaky, "He's just so full of hurt and I don't know how to get through to him."

Ross scrunched his lips to the side in a furrow and eyed her wet face, "If he is smart, he'd apologize for treating you like an object."

She buried her face between her hands, sobbing as she sank to the floor and held her knees.

Ross knelt down on the floor and gently placed a hand on her back, rubbing her in comfort.

As Tav's cries subsided into sniffles, Ross let out a sigh, "Did you eat anything yet? We can go grab a bite. Get your mind off of things."

Tav looked up at him, her eyes red and tearful, her expression questioning his proposal, "Food isn't going to fill me right now...If you understand."

Ross covered her neck with his hands, "Well this neck is off limits." He teased her and stuck out his tongue.

Tav chuckled a fangy smile and wiped away old tears, "Don't worry," she replied, her voice tinged with playful sarcasm. "I'll save your neck for another day."

"So what do you do for blood then?" He became questionable, trying to figure it out in his head.

"Animals, whatever I can get."

"How about we go hunting outside the walls?" Ross suggested. But Tav felt hesitant, her mind still clouded with sadness.

"The night is young. Plus, I'm kinda curious to see you hunt for something.” He rested his chin into his palm, “Want to see what all that hype was about."

At that moment, she trusted Ross to guide her through this time of sorrow. She saw him as a friend, and an outlet to grow a bond outside of her relationship. A healthy social life.

But then again, Tav could just imagine the look on Astarion's face if he knew about this. Even if it was harmless, she would definitely be punished.

What if he punishes me either way?

Ross snapped Tav out of her thoughts, "If you wish to keep degrading yourself, I'll leave you to it." he stated firmly, his hands slipping into his pockets as he turned to walk away from her.

In a moment of defiance, Tav stood tall and took in a deep breath, "Lead the way."

Ross paused in his steps, surprised by Tav’s response. He turned back to face her, studying her for a moment before nodding slightly. Without a word, he gestured for her to follow as he began walking again.

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Drama and TRAUMA. Baby Astarion, he’s just deeply rooted in hurt. But let’s build up some relationships between characters, shall we? 😌

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writer-kermit · 7 months

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sweet like candy.

❥ PAIRING: NANAMI KENTO × GN!READER

❥ GENRE: SMUT

❥ COMMISSIONED OR SELF-MADE: SELF-MADE

❥ WORD COUNT: 1.2k

ঞ~SUMMARY: It's the night of Halloween. And your lover Nanami Kento is certainly in for a treat.

ᰔ KERMIT'S NOTE: I LIVE! I HAVE RISEN BACK ONCE MORE! I like to apologize for my lack of posting. I've been really busy with work and I lacked motivation for the past few months. As a celebration of TickleTober, I've decided to create this fic. I will try my best to write more. And thank you to the people who stuck around! If you want commissions, DM me or visit my Ko-Fi. If you want, I'm also drawing commissions too! Thanks for the support!

P. S: I had no specific prompt I just did all of them (almost)

ʚ WARNING: NSFW, Sensual biting, Teasing, Erotic Tickling, Overstimulation, MINORS!! PLEASE GO AWAY.

It was that time of year again—the year when children would wear their most flamboyant costumes and wander around the luminous and chilly neighborhood. The children would knock on each home, hoping to receive something good to eat. Upon their next home, they would meet a particular house that wasn’t fond of trick-or-treaters. That house was none other than the Kento’s residency.

The house looked empty and eerie. You could’ve mistaken it for an actual haunted house. Those who were cocky enough to knock on the door will meet with a surprise.

A go-away sign? Welp, better luck next time kids; Nanami Kento doesn’t celebrate Halloween.

Ah yes, Hallow’s Eve. Nanami’s least favorite holiday. Not because he’s an envious adult, but because he hates the obnoxious noises he’ll have to endure until late at night.

You, however–enjoyed the thriller nights. You’d gaze at the children running along the neighborhood in search of some candy. You missed the times you’d trick-or-treat with your friends and family. As you slowly closed your bedroom window, you turned to your lover Nanami, who was too busy watching the latest horror movie.

“Oh Kento,” you sighed, “don’t you miss trick-or-treating as a kid?” Nanami flicked his eyes at you before quickly peering back at the television. “I don’t like Halloween that much.” He stated. “And why is that?” You asked, now sitting beside him. “There is no reason. I merely enjoy the alluring night when Halloween comes to an end.”

"I knew you’d say something like that.” You chuckled. “I guess you’re right,” Nanami smiled. “But there is one thing I like about this holiday.” A cocky smirk curved on your lips. “I bet it’s the candy, right?” You gestured. Nanami looked at you casually. He then pulled you into bed, making you lie down.

“You’re correct. How did you know, dear?” He asked. “Hehehe… You’re always a sucker when it comes to sweet things.” You replied. Nanami chuckled at your comment. “I will admit that,” He hummed, “But there is this one rare candy that I’m fond of nowadays.” As Nanami says that, he gets on to of you, making you anxiously giggle. “I wonder what this new candy is called,” You replied. “It’s called the [....] special. It’s currently my favorite.” “Oh yeah?” “Yes. And I’m dying to know the flavor.”

Wasting no time, Nanami pressed his lips against yours. He kept your tongue preoccupied as his hands crept under your shirt, his fingers gently caressing your tummy. He then pulled back from the kiss leisurely, awing at the feverish look plastered on your face.

“Mmm… Just as I thought,” Nanami husked. “You are sweet like candy.” He then kissed your neck, making you gasp in surprise. You moan softly between his kisses, almost tickled by his lips against your skin. A shy giggle escaped your lips as he gently tugged your skin.

“W-wait…” You whispered. “Ken…that tickles…” Nanami’s ears rang to know you were ticklish. A small smirk curved on his lips. “Is that so?” He teased. “Would you like me to stop then?” “N-no! I don’t hate it or anything. It’s just that this feeling is unusual.” You said. Nanami gave you a reassuring kiss. “Shall we sort out this unusual feeling together?” He asked you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t hesitate. However, you couldn’t help but nod for the thrill of it.

You watched Nanami as he pinned your arms above your head. “Keep your arms up. You can do that for me, right?” He asked you. “That depends on what you’re gonna do.” You remarked.

Nanami didn’t reply to your response. Instead, he let his calloused fingers do the talking. He slowly rubbed the palms of your hands, radiating a ticklish feeling.

His fingers slowly descend, now getting dangerously close to your underarms. You tried squirming away without pulling down your arms. But Nanami was quick to straddle you. His fingers scribbled across your poor armpits without warning, forcing you to pull your arms down.

“Ehahaha! W-wait! Wahaihaihait!” You squealed. “Wait for what?” Nanami cooed. “Don’t tell me you’re backing down so soon.” “N-not true!” You recoiled. “I just wasn’t ready! That’s all.” “You don’t have to be ready, sweetheart.” He replied. “Now, keep those arms up. Don’t even think about pulling them down.”

“Nn…” You whined, slowly putting your arms back up–only for Nanami’s fingers to attack you again. Scribbling and scratching against your poor ribs. You arched your back almost instantly. Your head turned from side to side as the tickling was unbearable.

“AHhnn! Kentohoho wait!” You pleaded, clenching your fist together. “I’m sorry baby. But I already lost my patience with you.” Nanami hummed, nuzzling against your neck. His hands slowly spider across your sides and back. “Nooahahaa! P-please, slohohow down!”

Nanami found peace through your whines and pleading. He dipped his head down to your stomach, planting tiny kisses and nibbling across your sensitive skin.

“I love this cute tummy…” Nanami muttered, his hot breath grazing your skin. “It’s soft and warm like baked bread. Wouldn’t you agree [....]?” Your words became inaudible. A mixture of laughter and moans escaped from your lips.

Nanami chuckled at your state, enjoying the lovely noises you made for him. He continued teasing your tummy. His hands clawed on your hips to keep you in place. Suddenly, his tongue slipped inside your navel, tickling you in a frenzy of hysterical laughter.

“HEEHAH!” You shrieked, right before covering your mouth with your hands. “And this adorable belly button,” Nanami teased, “It’s sensitive hm?” You only giggled and shook your head. “You liar….” He cooed, gently blowing at your navel. As he went further down, he stared at your twitching sex.

“[....],” Nanami sang to you, “don’t tell me you’re getting aroused just from me tickling you.” “Hehehe! N-no!” You panicked, pressing your legs together. “I-it’s not like that at all…” “It’s not? Then why so shy love?”

Nanami slowly spread your legs apart, revealing your aching spot. You let out a squeaky moan in surprise when Nanami’s fingers stroked you lustfully. You watched him hazily as he peeled your remaining undergarments.

“It seems like the [....] added a new flavor.” He joked. Nanami then grasped your inner thighs as he leveled his head at your sex. His breath only inches away from you. He then looked up at you again, taking detail of your shallow breaths and heated face. “Thank you for the treat….” He rasped.

Nanami then wrapped his lips against your sex. His tongue was light and gentle. Yet the sensations rushed through your body. You moaned happily as he growled and moaned against your sex. “Ahahaha… K-Kento… Kento…” You moaned, bucking your hips repeatedly. Nanami let out reassuring hums as he massaged your hips, stimulating you further.

“Your flavor…” Nanami grunted, “It’s so enticing. I want more of it… I want more of you…” He kissed your lips with hunger, and you melted into the kiss almost instantly. You then felt something poke your thigh. You then had an idea.

“Oh Kento,” You sang, “did you know that there’s a new candy in stores?” “Hm? What’s it called?” Nanami asked. “The Nanami - Delux. I assumed you heard of it.” His lips turned into a curt smile. “Suppose I have,” he replied, pulling out his leaking cock. “Are you willing to take responsibility?” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Perhaps. I’ve been dying to know your flavor.”

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kimi240302 · 1 year

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Our Forever

A/N: Also here is a warning , english is not my native language and I run this through an app

A/N2.0: Hey, actually I had another account, but the spinning. I can neither post nor comment and no one sees my stories. So I created the account and upload all my stories here

Summary: 11 moments when kisses formed an unforgettable love story

Alec Volturi x female!reader

words: 9691

Main Post / Twilight Masterlist

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" From this moment

to the last,

I am yours!"

- From Blood and Ash

person A comes closer to the lips of person B by mistake and it comes to the first kiss

Lost in thought, Y/N sat on the windowsill in the Volterra library. The book in her lap was long forgotten, as was Santiago, who stood in the corner of the room and was supposed to keep an eye on Y/N. His job was to make sure that nothing happened to Y/N. He was also the only one who could keep an eye on her. His job was to make sure that nothing happened to Y/N. Since she was the only person on Volterra with the secretary, the kings felt she needed someone to be by her side and protect her in case of emergency. Since Aro put a lot of trust in Santiago, this became his task.

Sighing, Y/N thought back to the events of the last weeks. Her life up to this point had been just like that of any other young girl, except that she knew of the existence of the supernatural. This fact had been a minor matter until the day Y/N followed Bella to Volterra.

Actually, Y/N wanted nothing more than to keep her older sister from doing anything stupid, but the moment she entered the throne room and looked into the eyes of Alec Volturi, one of the witch twins and at the same time one of the most dangerous vampires of his kind, her fate was sealed.

It turned out that Y/N was the mate of the vampire and nothing would make one of the Volturi ever let her go home again. Even though Y/N should be happy that she no longer felt the need to constantly keep her sister out of trouble, the loneliness was getting to her. Alec barely spoke to her , some days even pretended she didn't even exist. Demetri, with whom she had made friends, always tried to build Y/N up with the guarantee that it was not her fault, but the past the twins had lived through. Y/N was aware that the blond vampire wanted to cheer her up with these words, but at the end of the day his words did not give her comfort or help her feel less lonely.

"I was called to the throne room. Will you stay here or shall I accompany you to your room?" Santiago looked at Y/N questioningly. She shook her head. " I'll stay here and wait for you , don't worry!" Thankfully he nodded and disappeared. Again Y/N devoted herself to the sunset, leaning her forehead against the cool window pane. Where not three minutes later she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

" It would have been better , you would have taken her to her room." Demetri looked down at Y/N's sleeping body with a grin. Santiago nodded with a smile , bending over slightly to pick Y/N up so he could carry her to her room. He paused in his movement when he noticed a presence at the entrance of the library. Alec, who wanted to check on Y/N, stood there frozen for a few seconds, until he broke away and crossed the distance between him and the others. Promptly he looked at Santiago and Demetri. Surprised, they looked at each other, nodded and stepped aside.

The black-haired vampire copied Santiago's gesture and carefully picked up his mate , but stiffened briefly as Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck as if of her own accord and buried her head in his chest. Leaving the library and entering Y/N's room, he carefully lowered her into the blankets and pillows of her bed. As he did so, he leaned forward so far that his lips were just before hers. Startled by the sudden closeness, Alec froze, while Y/N, who must have noticed the coldness of his lips, opened her eyes wearily. When Alec and Y/N realized how close they were, for the first time since the young girl had arrived at the castle, the vampire and human's eyes widened. Both just looked at each other for another moment and without another second of hesitation, Alec closed the gap between him and his mate.

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Person A lets his thumb wander over person B's lips until person A can't stand it anymore and kisses person B.

"It's none of my business, but aren't you going to answer it?" Felix looked at Y/N in confusion and pointed to her vibrating cell phone. Both sat with Jane and Demetri in the living room provided for the main Volturi guards. Alec had been given an assignment to do alone, which was surprising because Jane and he usually did everything together. Annoyed, Y/N exhaled and reached for her cell phone. All three vampires raised one of their eyebrows questioningly. "Bella just wants to make sure I'm alive and explain to me again how evil you all are!" Without anyone else being able to respond, Y/N stood up, took the call and left the room.

"What can I do for you sister?" Y/N stood by the window in her room and looked out as she often does. Without waiting a second Bella started to talk to her sister. Since Y/N already knew what Bella would tell her , her attention settled on her lips. She absentmindedly touched them with her fingertips.

Not much had really changed since the kiss between her and Alec, except for the fact that Alec was now avoiding Y/N completely. The young girl slowly didn't understand the world anymore and began to doubt that anything would ever change between her and Alec or that it would come to a second kiss.

" Y/N are you even listening to me?" Bella's voice brought the younger of the two back to reality. " To be honest no." Bella groaned in annoyance. " I just want to know if you're okay and the promise to keep you as far away from every vampire in this castle as possible!" Y/N laughed bitterly. " Do you actually listen to yourself? I live with these vampires , I can't avoid any of them. Even if the castle is very big!" " But you have to try and especially don't let Alec get to you!" Annoyed Y/N closed her eyes and took a deep breath. " Let me explain this to you for a minute Bella. I'm Alec's mate and I'll be damned if I'm going to stay away from him. Besides, I don't understand what your problem is! You were the one who took me to Italy because you couldn't stay away from Edward!" " This is something completely different!" Shouted her sister into the receiver. " And in what way?" " Edward is a nice vampire , Alec and the rest of the Volturi drink human blood." " Just because Edward hunts Bambi doesn't make him a saint!" "Y/N I mean it!" The young woman snapped her eyes open. " And I'm not? I'm not going to stay away from Alec , because I've fallen in love with him in the weeks I've been here and no matter what you say about him or the others I don't care. I've made friends with most of them and the three kings won't even leave me alone without a guard.... Holy crap!" Y/N was just turning around to her bed when she cried out and dropped her cell phone in shock. Alec sat at the end of the bed and looked at her scrutinizingly.

" Y/N?" Bella's voice brought her out of her shock after a few seconds. She quickly bent down to pick up the cell phone. " I'll call you again later..." she hung up. Pressing the cell phone to her chest , as if it could protect her , she looked questioningly at Alec." How much did you get exactly?" Alec rose from his seat , his eyes still on Y/N , as he walked up to her and stopped in front of her , giving her the feeling the black haired vampire was looking directly into her soul . With her head tilted upwards, she looked at Alec insecurely. " Everything , I had to witness ."

Y/N held her breath as she noticed her cheeks beginning to glow. Lowering her head, she wished for nothing more than to sink into the ground. Surprised, she flinched as Alec gently stroked her cheek with his index finger. He enjoyed the goose bumps that formed on Y/N's body. Slowly and with his index finger now under her chin , he made Y/N look at him again and breathe again.

" Is there any particular reason why you are blushing so much?" Alec now placed both hands on the cheeks of Y/N's face and let the thumb of his right hand wander over her lips. His gaze continued to bore into Y/N's. She opened her mouth, but couldn't get a single word out. Alec grinned at her and came a little closer to her lips. Shortly before, however, he stopped. " Did you speak the truth when you told your sister that you fell in love with me?" Looking at him with wide eyes , Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat , nodded and , in a small moment of courage on her part , she overcame the last few inches between them . Grinning , Alec returned the kiss , enjoying it , as his mate wrapped her arms around his neck , while he placed his from her cheeks to her waist , pulling Y/N as close as he could . They both loosened for lack of air Y/N's side.

Forehead to forehead they stood in front of the window in Y/N room. The sun's rays that had sought their way into the room lay on Alec's skin and made him glisten. Smiling softly, Y/N looked dreamily into Alec's eyes. But a worry crept into the back of her mind and so Y/N asked him " You're not avoiding me now are you?" "No" Alec put his lips on hers again to confirm his words.

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Good day / goodbye kisses without the couple really notice them

"Alec told me you've been ignoring Bella's calls lately." Jane sat down on the couch with Y/N and her question caught the attention of Felix and Demetri, who had just come in. Y/N closed her book, looked up at Jane and nodded.

Jane knew that Alec and Y/N were now officially a couple, so she tried to build some kind of relationship with her brother's mate, which worked. Both spent time together whenever Alec and she had separate tasks to do and noticed during that time that both had found a friend in each other that both had always been looking for .

" She keeps trying to make me know that I will die here if I trust even one of you." Felix laughed out. " Yet you are safer here than anywhere else." Demetri nodded in agreement. " If we leave aside for a moment the fact that you have managed to wrap almost every Guard and the Kings themselves around your little finger , you are the mate of one of the twins . You must be tired of life if anyone dares to touch a hair on your head!" Jane looked at him annoyed and Demetri raised his hands defensively.

" Who has to be tired of life for what?" Alec entered the room and looked questioningly at Demetri. Before he could answer, Alec leaned down to Y/N and kissed her. " Hey" smiling, she returned the greeting and snuggled into his side as he sat down next to her. Demetri and Felix looked at each other in confusion. They were namely still on the stand that Alec and Y/N were avoiding each other. "Tired of life is the one who hurts Y/N, since she is the mate of you and so this one not only starts a fight with you but also with me!" Jane had to stifle a smile at the stupid faces of the other two. Alec nodded in understanding and looked at the book, opened again, in Y/N's hands.

Demetri started to ask what he had missed, but again he did not get a word in edgewise. Santiago came in and looked at Y/N and Alec. " Y/N Marcus wants to show you something. He asked me to accompany you to him ." Nodding , she rose , gave Alec her book and kissed him . " See you later." Already she had disappeared with Santiago.

" Did that really just happen?" Demetri looked after Y/N and then at Alec. Felix murmured at the same time, " Since when are you.... I mean what have you been?" Now both twins couldn't suppress their smiles. " Y/N and I are together and yes Demetri you saw right!" Felix turned to Jane. " You knew, didn't you?" Demetri snorted. " Of course she knew , she always knows everything that has to do with Alec and lately everything that has to do with Y/N too!"

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Stolen kisses in abandoned corridors

A knock made Y/N jump up in her bed. Confused, she looked around the room and realized that this was not her room. "Yes?" she called out. The door opened and Santiago looked at her with a smile.

Y/N had noticed that everyone in the castle smiled in her presence. Marcus had told her that it was because of her way of accepting everyone as they were and not letting any prejudices she had learned at the Cullens cloud her opinion.

"Alec said that you were here. He wanted to wake you himself, but Master Aro sent him and the rest on a mission." A warm feeling spread through Y/N's stomach, because now that Santiago mentioned Alec, she remembered that he had taken her to his room last night and asked if she wanted to move in. Y/N immediately agreed and spent the night in her new room with Alec by her side.

"Thank you Santiago. Are you with me again all day today then?" The addressed shook his head with a malicious grin. "When Heidi heard that you were alone today, she asked the masters if she could take you shopping. It's supposed to be cloudy in the city today." Y/N screwed up her face. "Shopping?" Nodding, Santiago laughed, knowing how much Y/N hated shopping.

" Y/N are you ready for our day?" Heidi forced herself past Santiago who had to pull himself together not to laugh out loud. Slowly the young girl got up from the bed and eyed Santiago angrily. Her angry look, however, quickly turned into a copy of the grin Santiago had shown her, which made him look confused." Can we take Santiago with us too? Then we'll have someone to carry our bags." Santiago looked at Y/N in shock and Heidi clapped her hands with joy. " That's a great idea! Get dressed and then we can go right away." Heidi turned to Santiago and put a hand on his shoulder. " I will inform the masters that you are coming with us. They will be thrilled for sure. Another one to keep an eye on Y/N!" With that she was gone just as quickly as she had come. "Should I be offended now that she spoke as if I were a small child or gloating now that I don't have to suffer alone?" Santiago looked at her offended. "Thank you, I got around shopping with Heidi for almost a hundred years and now.... you can be glad that I like you human!" The vampire left the room so that Y/N could get dressed.

" I haven't had this much fun in a long time!" The group of three just entered the castle of Volterra. Heidi was beaming all over her face , while Santiago looked like a porter and Y/N couldn't feel her feet. Y/N started to answer but caught sight of Demetri and ran to him. " When did you guys get back?" Demetri laughed. " I wish you a good evening too Y/N." A slight blush came over Y/N face and she mumbled a soft 'sorry' . Grinning , the blond vampire looked at the young girl that had become like a sister to him in the last months . " We've been back since noon today and we heard you were kidnapped by Santiago and Heidi to go shopping." Santiago looked at Demetri annoyed. " It was supposed to be just Heidi and Y/N , but the little devil spawn there in front of you had the great idea of appointing me pack mule!" " If you hadn't laughed at me , I would have spared you!" Y/N ignored Santiago's indignant look and turned back to Demetri, who was already imagining what it would be like to have Y/N running around here as a newborn. " He is in the throne room!" Demetri answered and watched with a smile as Y/N disappeared in the direction of the throne room. She could walk around alone by now, since no one would harm the girl anymore, she was liked too much.

Just as Y/N turned into the corridor to the hall, she was grabbed by the upper arm, pulled into a side corridor and pushed against the wall. She wanted to scream out, but a cool hand put itself over her mouth to prevent her from doing so. A very familiar grin and familiar pair of red eyes looked mischievously at her and the grip around her loosened. " Are you crazy? I'm still human , means I can still have a heart attack too!" Y/N placed one of her hands dramatically on her chest " It wasn't that bad now!" Alec laughed , put his forehead to hers , closed his eyes and placed his right hand over the one on her heart . He loved to hear her heart beat or feel it under his palm. He loved knowing that no matter when he touched her or she just looked at him or he stood inches from her , her heart always seemed to beat faster . " I missed you." He murmured with his eyes still closed , while listening to the sound of Y/N heartbeat with a satisfied smile . " I missed you too" Alec opened his eyes again to look Y/N in her beautiful ones. Carefully , as if his mate would break if he acted too quickly , he placed his lips on hers . Both lost themselves in each other and didn't seem to want to get out of their little world anytime soon.

Further down the hall Santiago carried Y/N's purchases to her room and heard, through his vampire hearing, that the two lovers had found each other. Only half-heartedly annoyed, he turned to Demetri." Please don't tell me they're making out like teenagers in an alcove of the castle while I get to bring Y/N's groceries to her room?" The addressed put a hand on his buddy's shoulder. " I so don't feel sorry for you at all!"

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A breathed "kiss me" to interrupt the other

"I just want to know why you always have to annoy me!" Demetri looked at the red-faced Y/N innocently. "We don't know what you mean at all Y/N." Felix, standing next to the girl with a grin , ran a hand through Y/N's hair. " You know exactly what I mean!" The girl grumbled and tried to fix her hair. " We just think it's mega cute how you always blush when it comes to Alec." Santiago laughed. "It's called being in love, you old farts!"

The laughter of the three vampires ended and an indignant expression formed on their faces. " What did you call us?" Felix stepped towards them. " I said old men. Sacks." Now it was Y/N who had to laugh out loud. " Well wait!" The young girl was wide-eyed, turned around and fled in the direction where she knew Alec and Jane would be standing.

But before she even got close to them , she was over Demetri's shoulder. "Well, not so bad for an old fart!" " Vampire speed , does not make your age go away!" Felix and Santiago , who were now walking behind the two , had to stop laughing .

" Where are you carrying me anyway?!" Without answering Demetri put her back on her own legs after a short time. She slammed against a chest. Alec looked confused as he put his hands on his girlfriend's hips and pulled her towards him so she wouldn't land on her butt. The young girl held onto Alec's top in surprise, blushed again and looked at Jane. She looked at Y/N questioningly.

" See, we were right!" Santiago appeared in front of them with Felix , apparently they had calmed down. Felix laughed again and Demetri looked at Y/N with a self-satisfied grin.

" What was who right about here!" Alec looked questioningly around. Before Y/N could answer and defend himself at the same time , Felix interfered. Since he , Santiago and Demetri had made it their business to annoy the young girl with their blushes and at the same time try to make Alec jealous , he wanted to leave the black haired vampire in the dark. " That you are the only one who can make your poison dwarf of a girlfriend mouth dead!" " Poison dwarf?!" Outraged, Y/N broke away from her friend. " Poison dwarf" Demetri confirmed. "You're lucky Y/N isn't a vampire yet!" Laughed Santiago and Jane steered, " Otherwise you'd be the one running away now!" , to that. Demetri tousled Y/N's hair. " I think so too." Annoyed, she slapped Demetri's hand away. " You three are like the big brothers I never wanted to have!" Once again Demetri tousled her hair and disappeared laughing loudly in the direction of the throne room. Felix ran after him, pausing briefly to pat Y/N's cheek and say, " You'd miss us if we weren't here anymore!" Y/N just grumbled and avoided Santiago who also wanted to brush her hair as he followed the others.

Y/N turned to the two siblings and paused when she saw Alec's annoyed expression. Without another word, he turned and disappeared. Confused, Y/N looked at Jane. " What's wrong with him? Did I do something wrong?" Jane shook her head. " You didn't do anything wrong. My brother just doesn't like how close the three of them are to you." " But the three of them are just like annoying older brothers to me." Jane nodded. " I know , Alec just isn't used to feeling for someone what he feels for you...." " He's jealous?" Again Jane nodded and watched with a smirk as Y/N immediately set out to follow Alec.

Alec had retreated to the room they shared. Y/N entered shortly after him. Indecisively she stopped in the middle of the room and looked at her boyfriend , who had sat down in his favorite armchair. Alec looked at her expressionlessly , but turned his head back to the fireplace , which crackled away next to his armchair . Sighing , Y/N sat down on her bad-tempered vampire's lap without thinking twice .

" What is it exactly that bothers you? Talk to me and I'll change it." " Are you going to leave me for one of them?" Alec still didn't look at Y/N and therefore didn't see the horrified look on her face. " Alec please look at me." But when he still wouldn't look at her, the younger girl gently placed both hands on his cheeks, pushing his head back in her direction. Which forced Alec to look at his girlfriend. " We are mates , destined to find each other and stay together." Alec let out an unnecessary puff of air from his lungs to show he still wasn't completely convinced. " What if...." Y/N shook her head , came a little closer to his face and breathed just before his lips, " Just kiss me!"

Forgotten was the jealousy and uneasy feeling in Alec. In its place was a gentle smile, which only his mate and sister got to see and the knowledge that Y/N belonged only to him.

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In the meantime two years had passed and thus the everyday life on Volterra had settled in for Y/N. She was not only seen as a family member in the ranks of the Guards and also respected, she had also found a firm place in the cool hearts of the Volturi kings.

So it was no wonder that whenever Alec was on duty she was in the throne room with him. But the young girl did not stand next to him, as in the beginning, but sat mostly leaning against Marcus' throne. She read in one of the many books that Marcus had ordered for her every month. No one had ever thought it possible, but Y/N had become like a daughter to Marcus. While she too had to admit that the quiet king was closer to a father than her biological Charlie Swan ever was to her.

When Y/N was not in the mood to read but to draw, she sat next to Caius. He would give her tips or they would draw together. Aro always entertained her when she didn't feel like doing anything. He told her about times long past and found it exciting to watch her reactions to various events.

On this particular day, she was sitting leaning against Marcus' throne and seemed to be completely engulfed by the book in her lap when the opening door caught the attention of everyone in the room and so did Y/N. The secretary was standing there with a tablet in her hand. The secretary stood there with a tray in her hand on which lay a letter. Since Y/N did not expect it to be for her, she returned to her book.

Aro stood up with a small cry of joy and stretched out his hand to receive the letter. However, the young woman hesitated and looked at Y/N. "Forgive me Master Aro, but the letter is addressed to Miss Swan." Confused, she looked up from her book again, closed it, remembered which page it was on, put it on the floor next to Marcus' throne and stood up.

Amused, Y/N wrinkled her nose. " What is it my dear?" Y/N turned to Aro and handed him the letter. " Bella is marrying probably the most annoying vampire in the history of the world!" Caius laughed up , another thing he admired about the young girl , they shared the same thoughts when it came to the Cullens .

She sat back down and picked up her book. " Don't you want to go?" Marcus looked down at Y/N. " Why? I made it clear what I thought of her opinion and we haven't talked on the phone since. I'm surprised she still remembers me...." Marcus raised an eyebrow. Sighing, she closed her book again and looked at him. " Besides , it doesn't say anything about an escort . Which means as much as I'm supposed to come alone!" Alec , standing next to Caius , tensed. For nothing in the world would he let his mate go anywhere alone , certainly not near the Cullens . " That's a good point..." Marcus looked more closely at the invitation , which Aro had given him . " Still , it's your sister's wedding ! You should go." Y/N pursed her mouth . " You will see your family there again." " We all here know that neither Cullens nor Swans are longer part of my family." " That's a good point again" Caius looked at his brother. Aro , who had been quiet , now turned to Y/N . " You will go to see what the Cullens are doing for the Volturi . For a human , you have a very good grasp . Take Santiago with you." Alec took a step forward. " Master..." Aro raised a finger. " You and the others have a mission."

"Stop pouting Alec!" Smirking, Y/N looked at her vampire boyfriend from her suitcase. The latter ignored her statement and just crossed his arms in front of his chest, while he continued to watch Y/N packing odds and ends from his seated position on the bed. At the lack of response, the young girl rolled her eyes " Aren't you a little old to be pouting dearest?!" Y/N walked past Alec as she spoke her words to get to her bedside cabinet. Alec , who still hadn't said a word , took advantage of his girlfriend's proximity to grab her by her hips . He turned her around and pulled her between his legs. She looked down at him questioningly as he wrapped his arms around her middle and buried his face in her sweater.

Sighing, Y/N ran her fingers through Alec's hair, "I'd rather stay here than fly to my sister, but you heard Aro and I won't be unguarded. Santiago will make sure nothing happens to me!" Alec turned his face so that he was looking up at Y/N now. "You know the Cullens! What if they suddenly make you think we're the bad guys? Y/N I don't want to lose you...." Shaking her head, she leaned down and rested her forehead against his. "You are my home, you are my love and my soul Alec. Nothing you say could ever change that." She watched as he closed his eyes at her words and savored them. So she took another breath and for the first time spoke the three words that neither of them had dared to say out loud until now. " Alec Volturi I love you..." She wanted to say something more, to assure him how serious this confession was to her, but Alec immediately opened his eyes and stood up. Y/N staggered back a few steps , but before she really threatened to fall , two hands placed themselves at her waist and pulled her close to his chest. " I love you too!" And thus both of them put their lips on each other.

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"You look like you just came from a funeral, not a wedding." Demetri looked at Y/N with amusement. She ignored the blond vampire completely and let Santiago lead her into the throne room. Confused, Demetri looked at Santiago , but he just shook his head.

" Y/N you're back!" Aro seemed to be genuinely pleased , however his smile disappeared at the sight that presented itself to him and every other vampire. Under Y/N eyes, gray/black rims had formed. The smile that the young girl had always had on her face had disappeared and been replaced by a sadness that no one wanted to see or had ever seen on her. Santiago stepped forward and, without a word, offered his hand to Aro. Lost in thought, Aro nodded. "What is it brother?" Caius looked back and forth between Aro , Santiago and Y/N , confused . " As I have seen , the Cullens have made it clear to our Y/N that she no longer belongs there." Aro turned to Felix and ordered him to send for Alec.

Marcus, who had a guilty conscience because he had been one of the main reasons why Y/N had to return, stood up and took her in his arms. Y/N still didn't speak a word, but put her arms around the vampire's body and clawed at his robe.

" They hate me , all of them..." muttered Y/N , without releasing herself . Marcus strengthened his grip a little , considering his strength so as not to hurt Y/N .

Y/N broke away from Marcus only when the door of the hall opened again. When she turned around and saw Alec standing there, she ran towards him. When she reached him, she literally threw herself into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook of his neck, where she began to cry bitterly. Startled, Alec put his arms around her and brought her body, carefully, even closer to his.

Every vampire's heart broke at the sight, but they also saw the anger in Alec's face and wondered what would happen if he ever met the Cullens in person again. To everyone's surprise, Alec spoke in a calm voice to Aro as he asked if he and his mate could leave. Which he allowed.

"What happened exactly?" Alec sat down on the edge of the bed while Y/N walked up and down the room. She didn't want to sit down , even though Alec had told her several times. " They treated me like an outcast. I stood in a corner the entire time and would be shunned or literally pierced with hateful stares." Again, tears came to Y/N's eyes. " Alec even my father and mother ignored me and only saw their , great Bella and they don't even know about you and all this." Y/N stopped in front of Alec's desk , leaned against it and buried her face in her hands . Alec stood up , stood in front of Y/N , put his hands on her wrists and pulled them away from her face. " Y/N..." " Alec I have filled like a parasite among my actual family!"

Alec contorted his face, almost as if he were in pain. Which was also true somewhere. He didn't like to see his mate so broken, and certainly not because of the Cullen clan. The black haired vampire looked his girlfriend right in the eyes. " You are not a parasite. Not here , not for a single Volturi and certainly not for me!" " Alec..." He didn't let Y/N say the sentence , as he wanted to show her how important she was to him , just as she had done the last years . His hands let go of her wrists , grasping her face and gently pulling it forward so he could place his lips on hers .

A startled and choking sound came from Y/N. Alec had never kissed her with such force and at the same time with so much feeling as at that moment. Without thinking twice, she wrapped her hands around his neck. He let his fall from her cheeks to her hips. When they broke away , as Y/N still needed air , they looked deep into each other's eyes again . This time Alec wanted to say something, but Y/N pulled him down to him. The kiss between the two became more and more passionate. Alec's hands moved from Y/N's hips to her thighs. He lifted her up, cleared everything from his desk beforehand with a wave of his hand and set her down on it. Breathing heavily , the young girl detached herself from him . Alec , who was now standing between her open legs , put his forehead right over her fast beating heart. He grinned slightly as he realized that it was he who was making her heart beat so fast and was also the reason for her skin getting warmer and warmer. Without lifting his head, he whispered, "Tell me when to stop! Because if we continue , I can not stop!" " Then don't stop..." Y/N's voice trembled. Alec looked up to see if she really meant it . " Are you sure?" Her answer was another passionate kiss. Her fingers found their way to the buttons of his shirt , which she undid one by one . When she had undone the last button , she ran her fingertips over his now exposed skin . Which elicited a moan from Alec and Y/N was now the one grinning at his lips. Alec released his lips from Y/N and moved on to her neck , where he sucked hard in a few places. Now his mate began to make sounds as well. When his shirt had found its way to the floor, Alec put his hands on the hem of Y/N's sweater. Detaching himself from her, he pulled it over her head. Immediately put his lips back on hers. His hands placed themselves as if by themselves on her back, where his right hand slowly began to stroke along her spine. Immediately goosebumps spread on Y/N's skin and her moans grew louder , her hands clawed him Alec's hair and her body bent even closer to his. " Alec..." She gasped his name , as he unclasped her bra and his left hand gripped one of her breasts . At his name , he looked at her again . His eyes were dark , almost black . But instead of being afraid of him , she only wanted him more . Alec , who must have understood her look , released her breast , which elicited a whimper from Y/N , embraced her thighs again and lifted her off the desk.

As Y/N lay on the bed, Alec bent over her. He placed a quick kiss on Y/N's lips, but moved on to place a second one on her pulse point on her neck. His hands, meanwhile, worked their way to the button of her pants. When his lips arrived at his mate's breasts and spoiled them , Y/N began to tremble under him. He opened her pants and took them off as far as he could. The rest of the way Y/N took over with her feet alone. In the same way he opened his pants and let them disappear. Only separated from her lower underwear , Y/N pulled him up to her. Both lost themselves in a kiss again. Y/N's left hand clawed into Alec's black hair , while her right rested against his shoulder. Their legs spread a little more as Alec made a pass at his underpants and hers.

Alec took Y/N's right hand , joined it with his and pressed it lightly into the mattress beneath them . His left he took for support to gently penetrate Y/N. The young girl bit her lower lip , while at the same time stretching her back to meet Alec.

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"Are you sure you don't want me to get Alec?" Demetri looked at Y/N with concern. The latter trotted from the bathroom , where she had thrown up again , back to the bed . " I am sure Demetri. People do get sick."

Before the blond-haired vampire could reply, Y/N's cell phone rang. Annoyed , she groaned. Someone had been trying to reach her all morning, only she wasn't exactly eager to find out who that someone was. "If you really want to help me, please give me my cell phone. Before I go crazy!" Demetri laughed and handed Y/N the requested item.

" What in God's name does Bella want from me!" Y/N grumbled to herself as she called her back.

" Y/N?" " What do you want?" Bella sighed at her sister's hostile tone. But she couldn't blame her anymore, not after she had allowed Y/N to be treated like dirt at her wedding. "I need my sister." She murmured softly. Y/N laughed out. " There are two of them where you are. Blondie and the crazy one. Ask them if you need help!" Y/N was about to hang up when she paused at her sister's next words. " I'm pregnant, by Edward."

Silently Y/N looked at her cell phone screen and wrestled for a few seconds to regain her composure as she replied, " Edward is a vampire Bella. You can't have something like that." " But it did happen. "Demetri , who had not listened out of respect for Y/N , saw how she became even paler and worriedly got up from the armchair where he had sat down.

" Y/N? Are you still there?" " How?" " I don't know how it's possible..." Y/N interrupted Bella. " That's not what I meant. How did you find out?" Bella said nothing for a short while and then spoke in an unsteady voice. " My period stopped and I started throwing up.... Why is this so important?" The young girl swallowed hard and felt like she was about to pass out. Demetri put a hand on her shoulder. " Y/N why did you want to know?" But Bella fell on deaf ears. Y/N ended the call and turned off her cell phone.

" Y/N?" Demetri asked her cautiously and backed away several steps in surprise , when the addressed simply jumped up. Y/N literally fled to the bathroom and opened the closet. Her eyes fell on the newly bought tampon package , which was still unopened . " Demetri , how long ago was my sister's wedding now?" " Five weeks . You're starting to worry me even more than I already do at this point. Can you please tell me what's going on?!" With shaky breath , she closed the closet and turned to Demetri. " I need to talk to Aro. Do you know where he is?" Nodding , he motioned Y/N to follow him.

"Demetri said it was important?" Aro , Marcus and Caius sat at a table , on which lay several different old books. " Bella called me and told me something interesting." Now Marcus and Caius also looked at her with interest. " And that would be?" Caius raised an eyebrow , but Aro noticed that Y/N did not find the next words easy and accepted her hand instead.

Alec , standing next to his sister in one of the corners , watched the whole spectacle closely . His sister copied his tense posture. Jane also stood with him immediately next to Y/N , when she almost fell down from fright. Aro shouted so loudly with joy or anger that even the last vampire on Volterra must have heard him.

" Since you came in through the door of the throne room with your sister , you have always managed to impress me and no human can claim that until now!" Aro turned to his brothers. " Bella Cullen still seems to be human and what is very curious , she seems to be pregnant by her husband!" Caius dropped the book he had just been reading. Markus choked on his blood tea.

" A pregnancy between a human and a vampire is not possible. The Cullens just want to lead us around by the nose again and an excuse for Bella's human existence!" Caius seemed to want to add something else , but Aro interrupted him. Meanwhile, Demetri seemed to have the same thought as Y/N had after the phone call. Because he looked startled in their direction. "I would not say that so fast brother. Because as it seems..." , Aro turned back to Y/N and put a hand on her cheek, " Showing the same symptoms of Bella's pregnancy , also in Y/N." Now the other two kings jumped up and came towards Y/N . Alec , who was standing behind her looked down at her in surprise , while Y/N didn't dare look up from the floor. " Are you sure?" Marcus looked at her slightly excited. The young girl just nodded. " If this is really true , then it is a miracle!" Even Caius had to nod . "Alec , Jane , Demetri and Felix you will travel with Y/N to the Cullens. We want to make sure Bella wasn't lying and have Carlisle take a closer look at Y/N."

" Are you going to say something too, or are you just going to keep me silent?" Y/N's voice was quiet as she went back into the room next to Alec to change and leave immediately. The addressed stopped , turned to his girlfriend , who had also stopped and hugged her. Relieved, Y/N wrapped her arms around Alec's waist and buried her face against his chest, "If you think I'm mad, you should know that I'm not. If you really are pregnant, this is a gift and not just for the two of us." Y/N and Alec disengaged from each other a little. Alec took her face between his hands, which had become a habit of his, and kissed her. However, he also placed a kiss on her cheek , on her forehead and still everywhere he came close in her face. This made Y/N laugh.

What they both didn't know was that Jane , Felix and Demetri were standing not far away from them watching the scene in front of them. " Did you ever think you would see your brother like this?" " What exactly do you mean? Happy or maybe about to become a father?" " Both." " No, not after everything we've been through. But I'm glad she's giving him all these opportunities now." Jane turned in the direction of the exit. Felix leaned toward Demetri. "I don't know if it scares me to know this side of the twins or if I should be happy?" Demetri just shrugged his shoulders and followed Jane.

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" Will you ever take your hand off her belly again?" Jane looked amused at her brother, while he just wrinkled his nose. Y/N had fallen asleep on the plane from Italy to America, and Alec had been stroking her belly while lost in thought. " Probably not. I'm not happy about having to go to the Cullens with her. Not after what Santiago told me and certainly not if it's true and she's pregnant!" Demetri gave a mutter in agreement , as did Felix. "Neither of us will let her feel for a second the way she told you." He nodded. " Still, I'm not taking that hand away!" That made everyone laugh quietly.

When they arrived at the Cullens', Y/N's worries were confirmed. No one was happy about her visit and without really listening to her, the Cullens started talking at her. "I told you not to call them!" Edward scowled at Y/N. " She is a dirty traitor and ..." " Try to finish that sentence and it will be your last!" Jane looked at Emmett for a brief moment and already he was writhing on the floor in pain. Y/N winced in fright at that. Which made Alec put his hand protectively on her stomach and press his mate even closer to his body. Bella who saw this gasped and got all the attention.

The Volturi had to admit that Y/N's sister didn't look too good and even though they would never say it out loud they were afraid for Y/N if she really was pregnant.

Jacob and Edward immediately stood by Bella's side, but she waved them away and held out her hand to Y/N. Alec, however, held his mate back. Alec, however, kept his mate at his side. Smiling , she looked at him , raised her joined hands to her mouth and placed a kiss on the back of his hand . Grumbling , he let go of her and the Cullens didn't dare say anything for a second , because they had never seen anything like this when it came to one of the Volturi .

Y/N took her sister's hand and carefully sat down next to her, "I'm sorry. , Bella's voice sounded sad. " I know and I forgive you." Y/N placed her hand on her sister's sunken cheek. Bella leaned into Y/N's warmth with a smile and closed her eyes. " She is not here because she betrayed us . She's here for Carlisle to see if she's pregnant too."

"With Bella, you can't see the fetus, but you can hear the heartbeat." Carlisle smiled at Y/N as he helped her sit up properly. Alec stood next to her and grabbed her hand again. When he noticed how much Y/N was trembling , he copied her gesture from earlier and placed a long lasting kiss on the back of her right hand. Rosalie, who was watching the whole thing closely, took a few steps back when she wanted to say something but Demetri just stood in front of her. "Nobody cares about your opinion, so keep it to yourself!" Grumbled Felix next to Demetri.

Carlisle moved the ultrasound machine back and forth until he could hear something. "Just like Bella, you can't see anything, but you can hear something. You are too pregnant with perfect certainty Y/N." Y/N didn't really react when she saw the black image of the ultrasound. Alec who was about to assure her that everything would be fine stopped as his mate took his hand and placed it on her belly. "What are you going to do?" But Esme's loud gasp made the whole room look at the machine again. Something was now showing on the ultrasound and tears came to Y/N's eyes. " They just had to be comfortable!" Carlisle words jolted Y/N awake again. " They?" " Yes they..." , He turned the device a bit and a second fetus appeared, " You're having twins."

" Well hopefully they will come after Y/N!" Jane turned to Felix and he was already on the floor. " Why do you always have to provoke her?" muttered Demetri , but silently agreed with him. Volterra did not need another Jane.

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"How is my favorite pregnant woman?" Heidi laughed as she entered the room. "I'm the only pregnant woman you know!" Y/N tried to straighten up, but let it go. "And I think it will stay that way." Jane grumbled as she entered the room behind Heidi. " I still find it fascinating that you are not as emaciated as your sister was." Heidi helped Y/N stand up . Jane on her other side looked at Heidi. " Maybe her kids just like her more?" " Jane!" Y/N laughed. She immediately regretted it when she felt a sharp pain go straight through her stomach.

" What's wrong?" Y/N shook her head. " It hurts!" Again she put her hand on her belly. Heidi and Jane looked at each other. " Isn't it too soon?" Jane ordered Y/N to sit back down, just as she told Heidi to get Carlisle, who had arrived on Volterra today. " Jane , I'm scared." She grabbed the blond vampire's hand . " Me too , but we can do this . Together , as a family !" To underline her words , she squeezed Y/N hand once harder.

"We have to put her down!" Carlisle shouted the moment he entered the room. Alec, who had rushed to Y/N's side as soon as he heard the babies were coming, helped his sister do just that. "If you don't want to see this, go ahead Alec." The latter shook his head and grabbed Y/N's hand. " I promised you. I'll stay until the end." The young girl squeezed his hand a little tighter.

" Everyone out of here who doesn't need to be present!" Demetri and Felix stood in front of the door so that none of the newer guards would get the wrong idea when they smelled Y/N's blood. The kings were not far away either. Marcus seemed to be the most restless. He paced back and forth while the other two tried to calm him down. "We are not far away Marcus, if something happens you can bite them fast enough." He nodded , but was not reassured by Caius' words . " Besides , you heard Carlisle . Y/N shows no resemblance to Bella at all. Maybe it won't even come to an emergency!"

" Y/N you have to push!" "It hurts..." " I know! You just need to push a little more!" After good words from Alec and Jane, who also didn't want to leave Y/N's side and another painful ten minutes , the first twin was there. Jane immediately stood to receive the baby. She leaned down to Y/N and whispered. " It's a boy!" Y/N looked into her son's eyes , they were bright blue , and began to cry as she grasped his little hand .

Carlisle and a renewed wave of pain brought her back. She squeezed Alec's hand stronger and shook her head. " I can't do this again!" Alec leaned toward her and kissed away the tears on her cheeks. His mouth moved to Y/N's ear " You can do it , you did it with our son too!" She turned her head in his direction and they both rested their foreheads against each other. Y/N began to push again , which seemed easier to her this time. A few minutes later, another scream rang out. Alec stood up to receive the second twin.

Surprised, Y/N looked up when she heard Alec laugh for the first time. "It's a girl." He leaned down to his mate and Y/N took her daughter's little hand, as she had with her son.

Alec and Jane looked at each other happily. For they could not quite believe that they had gotten the family they had always wanted , with Y/N and the twins .

" Do you have any idea what we are going to name them yet ?" Alec looked at Y/N again with a smile. " I had an.... I had an...." " Y/N?" Carlisle nudged Alec slightly to the side. " We need Marcus and we need him now!" " What happened!!!" " She lost too much blood giving birth."

Carlisle took Y/N's hand with his left , while the right turned her head in his direction. " You have to stay awake a little longer Y/N... please! Don't do this to us!" Even though Carlisle had never been a friend of Y/N being Alec Volturi's mate and had also joined in when she was ignored , he had never wished her dead . Now that she was a mother, he wanted it even less.

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"In all these years, I have never seen Volterra so quiet." Santiago stood at the door to the room where Y/N was undergoing her transformation. Since the young mother had lost consciousness before Marcus could bite her, it was impossible to tell now if she had survived or if the poison had come too late.

" Everyone is worried about Y/N." Demetri had slid down the wall and was sitting like a little heap on the floor. " How is Alec? I haven't been able to check on him yet." " He's trying his best. Jane and Heidi are helping him with the kids , but he misses them! So do we all...." " I hope she wakes up soon....."

Santiago and Demetri looked at each other , then back at the door. " Did you hear that?" Demetri nodded, stood up and literally yanked the door open. When he looked at the bed it was empty. Immediately he imagined all the worst scenarios that could exist in this world , until a voice interrupted this . "I'm standing here!" Immediately the blond vampire turned around. " Jesus you're going to give me the first vampire heart attack in the history of our kind of woman one of these days!" Laughing, Y/N turned away from the mirror and walked towards him. " It is very unlikely that it will happen!" " You make it happen!" "Since I will now live as long as you, it could happen by all means." Santiago laughed and so did Demetri. "Come here little devil spawn!" Demetri held out his arms and Y/N accepted the embrace. So did Santiago's. " Let's get you some blood and then you can see your kids and Alec." " How is he?" " According to the circumstances."

" Alec." Felix stood in the doorway of the nursery and watched as the black-haired vampire laid his son down to sleep. the addressed turned and saw the happy expression on his friend's face. " She's awake." His gaze wandered to his sister who nodded at him , indicating that she would watch the children . "Where?" "She's in the throne room."

The opening of the door silenced the conversation between Aro and Y/N. Smiling , she turned to him . For both of them and everyone else present in the room, it seemed as if the world stopped. Alec's eyes wandered over his mate. She was wearing a black dress with matching black shoes. Around her neck hung the Volturi necklace. Her skin was pale and her hair seemed to shine. But what Alec found most intriguing were Y/N's eyes. Their red seemed to literally captivate him.

When the vampire was really sure that he was not dreaming and in front of him was really his mate, he was already standing in front of her. His hands wrapped around her upper body and he pressed her against him. Y/N arms wrapped around his neck as their lips found each other. " I thought I had lost you." Whispered Alec with his eyes closed , as they broke away from each other . Both were still standing in the throne room with their foreheads against each other . " Never!" " Promise?" " Promise"

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"F-fuck, wait." I stutter out, trying to rub away from the overwhelming pleasure. I am sitting on the couch of the 1 million room, trying to cover my screams. "It's t-to much p-please. I'm sorry I'll be good." I try to get out though the words seem to be nothing but mumbling in a room full of moans. "You move again. I'll gonna make sure I spank that ass raw. Now, be quiet unless you want everyone hear to know how much of a slut you are for me." "I stare down at her sitting there in between my legs with the bottom half of her mouth soaked with my juices. I didn't even know I could get this wet. At this point, I'm willing to do anything to please her. "For y-you all for you." She smirks, coming up for a second with her finger still working on my insides, "yea, only for me, glad you finally remembered baby." I sit there in a daze trying to remember how I got here.

If you were wondering how I ended up in this position, we would have to backtrack a bit. Going back to when we were being called down to the fight zone. I was so excited holding hands with Kristen. We had both been a part of the royal family for a while, and when we heard about this opportunity, we were ecstatic. It was a Korean dance TV program, though, so I can say that unlike the rest of my team, I generally didn't expect us to win, well, the show that is. Though that didn't mean we would go easy and let people make a mockery of us. Never know what the future holds. This would be an experience.

I had learned that a certain someone would be here. By that, I entirely mean my wife Lia Kim. We had just recently got engaged 2 months ago, and even though we weren't officially married yet, Lia always referred to me as her wife. When she told me she was invited to bring her crew to SWF2, I questioned it as first, I mean, my girl had the qualifications to be a judge, but just my opinion. Though, I didn't tell her about Jam Republic being on the team, and she wouldn't know until we got there. I had a feeling she would be surprised and slightly angry at the same time.

We walked down the stairs amazed by the architecture of this place. "This is it girls we are here, so chin up and let the confidence run through you. We shall not be caught lacking." I told them, as I smiled and saw Kristen make a gesture for us to keep walking. We finally made it down, stepping into the center of the fight zone. Allowing everyone to get a good look at us. Making their little side remarks and comments. Until we heard the screen come on giving us our team evaluation. We stood there listening to all the absolute bullshit they were saying, I was already pissied with them called Kristen, a backup for Paris and Audrey, just a pretty face. What made me even more pissed was that my fiance said it with that irritating smirk on her face that I usually would love. Not this time. I then heard the comments about me.

Biggy - Didn't Amara create the choreography for Rihanna superbowl?

Halo - If there is anyone I have respect for, Amara, she started out in underground street battles. She managed to even become better than her teacher.

Lusher- It feels like she has lived multiple lives you know, like she has done so much for her age.

Redlic- She is nicknamed Hybe's princess with her being the main choreographer for them. She has created majority of there dances, I wanna see if it's true.

I smirk hearing that comment.

Lia- Jam Republic will be the first to go home, I don't see anything special.

Mina- She has amazing skills and good energy, and it looks like she is special. I'll give you that.

And just like that found my target, one thing about my wife is her ego is fucking huge. She will do anything and everything to prove she is the best. You see, I knew about her issue, and will Mina. So why not play into that? Besides, she literally said Jam Republic will be the first to go home. So payback is about to be a bitch. We sat, and the entire time, I could feel someone's eyes locked on me. I knew exactly who it was, so I leaned closer to Kristen, grabbing her arm and having us basically be hugging at this point. At first, Kristen looked at me a little confused. Now she is a touchy person and didn't mind, but she was trying to figure out why suddenly. Until she looked over and saw Lia glaring at us. Then she smiled, turning to look at me before whispering in my ear, "it seems your girl is quite possessive, huh?" I just smile laughing and nodding.

Now, to any other person, that reaction wasn't weird or considered flirting, but to Lia, it meant war. Eventually, we are told about the no-respect battles. "This will be sp fun." I tell my team while Ling sat there telling us how she is so down to battle. We all go in our respective rooms to change. While I'm on the way to the room, I could see Lia gesturing for us to talk, but I paid no mind. This is a competition, and I'm mad at her right now. We walk in and immediately start changing. I go put on my grey little tank with no bra and some baggy jeans with my thong slightly showing. Might as well leave in impression, Korean strict ass dress code and overall high ass morals be dammed.

We all make it back to the fight zone, and the battles start rolling in. I am simply sporting two stickers, waiting for my name to be called. Crazy how Kristen is a much better battler than me, yet no one thought of that because they were too busy calling her Paris number 2. Well, they will see. Every since I got down here, Lia couldn't take her eyes off me, though it seems neither could Mina. Well, this will be fun. After a while of battles, Kristen is called up with her picking Waackxxxy. I move to the sideline to get a better view of the battle and hype her up. Doing a little more than necessary to pisd off you know who. Then, when Kristen takes the win, I run up and hug her. Finally, I'm glad everyone can see her in her element.

More battles continue until I'm called by Mina. Of course, why didn't I gather she was gonna call me? That makes sense. I walk to the center, hearing Daniel ask for any words before the battle. "I just wanna share the stage with this beautiful woman." Mina states while winking at me, causing the crowd to go wild. I stare at her, giving the doe eye effect before stating, "Then I will make it worth your while." At this point, everyone is tuning into this battle. Mina starts off using a big of hip pop moves, making sure to let everyone be aware of her presence. She even got close to me multiple times, grabbing my grin. When it's my turn to battle, I hear nicki minaj blasting through the speakers. I start off my routine locking and then move into some hip-hop while hitting a split. Then, I get close to her body rolling a twerking until the battle is over, the judges vote in favor of me.

I move over to hug Mina, thanking her for battling me. She holds me close before thanking me as well. I move to put the win on our board and make my way over to Deepndapp, putting the loss sticker on there's. Not before Mina taps my butt on the way over. After I make it back to my team, they are congratulating me, with Kristen placing me on her lap and kissing my cheeks. After a while, more battles continued with me being called us to battle redlic, which was more so not a battle with the amount of hair flipping she did. I literally counted each flip. She made it to 11 before she ended her battle. We eventually make it to a break, with production calling for a commercial telling us to go gather our thoughts and prepare for the next segment. We ordered some food, more so me, because I'm the only one who can speak Korean. As I'm making my way outside to get the food I spot Lia, looking angry as shit. Starting to realize that I kinda went a bit overboard and now I'm low-key scared as fuck.

I grab the food practically trying to run into the Jam Republic room. Latrice opens the door, taking the food from me. Until she sees Lia, "you realize you can't avoid her forever, especially when you were wrong as fuck." I look at her before she tells me to go apologize. I hear Lia yelling, "Amara, get you ass over here." I try to make another run for it until she catches up with me. "Your ass is getting punished. Let's go." I try to apologize to her, hoping that would work, I know I'm far past acceptance. She gives me a look before pulling me in the towards 1 million rooms. Telling everyone to leave immediately and go to Jam Republic's room, they see the look on her face, some to scared to question their leader and others already knowing I'm in for it, and then they all file out. She pushes me on the couch and starts pacing around the room. "Don't fucking speak to me, I can't believe you. Completely walking around whoring yourself out. Knowing everyone in that room wants to be in my position but can't. Its OK, just gonna have to remind you how makes you feel like your in heaven, the only person that can make you cum. Let's get to work then, shall we?"

Well, that's how I ended up in this position. Legs are being held open pressed against my stomach, feeling extremely vulnerable in this position. Just how she likes it. I've lost count of how many times I've come. This break seems like it's been forever. My legs have cramped up so badly. "B-baby please I can't cum anymore." I try to beg her hoping she will have mercy on me. She claimed she accepted my apology after I came for the 3rd time in a row. But she just keeps going. "Yes, you can, my pretty flower. I know you can. Just one more." She says while placing 3 fingers back inside me all at once, the stretch feeling the like the first time. I start to cry and thrash around, causing her to grab my face soothing me. "Just one more time. I promise, ok? Do it for me. Make me proud."

With rhat I try my very best. Do lost in pleasing her. All I want to do is make her proud. And she knows this. She has broken me down, orgasm by orgasm to the point that all I can think about is her. She starts to move her fingers faster, moving her head back down in its previous position to suck on my abused clit. I scream out loud. "F-fuck, yes... please... right there." She hits that sweet spot inside of me again, smirking. "Right there, huh? I know baby just cum for me." My thighs clench tight around her head screaming out her name completely forgetting where we are. Though, I'm too fucked out to care. All I see is white, my limbs going slack on the couch. She stares up at me, her chin dripping with her shirt as well. I look confused until she says, "You squirted baby." She seems so happy and proud of herself. All I can do is throw my arms out, grabbing her. "My precious little flower, all mine." I hear her say will looking at me lovely. "All yours, only yours."And don't you ever forget it."

(Request brought to you by @thegayassbit-ch)

#swf2 #street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter x reader #lia kim #mina myoung #lia kim x reader

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cookiesforsigma · 1 year

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"One day, this will all be yours. I promise."

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing: Nakahara Chuuya x Fem!Reader

Genre: Romance

Warning(s): implied nsfw near the end?

W/c: 0.7k

A/n: not very proud but... better than the last one haha... still, do not have faith in me.

Also this is an idea dump (again) this is below average

i might redo this featuring Fyodor but with a dif storyline? i think the end would fit his character

5:30pm

"Hello there, my darling" Chuuya greeted you as you got out of your house. He was there to pick you up for your date. He hadn't told you were the two of you were going yet, but you had a few guesses in mind.

"You look beautiful." He took your hand kissed it softly, making you blush. "Shall we go now?"

"Where are we headed, Chuuya?"

"I'm taking you shopping." Classic. But you love it when he spoils you with expensive gifts and shopping sprees. He does have quite a lot of money, being a mafioso, and he doesn't mind likes spending it on you as well.

— — — — — —

You entered the mall together. The first store you chose to go to was an expensive clothing store which you had never been to before. It wasn't because you couldn't affort going there, but you didn't see the point of buying those kinds of dresses. Until you started dating Chuuya, at least.

Even so, you only entered after he assured you that you could pick out anything you want and he'll pay for it regardless of the price. He trusted you and knew you well, so he wasn't scared about how much you were gonna spend. In fact, he was curious (and a little excited, if I may add) as to how you'd look in the dresses you were going to try on.

You looked around in the store. There were lots of pretty and expensive looking clothes there. You picked out a few things, with a few suggestions from your partner, and went to try them on. He complimented you, telling you how amazing you look in all of them, and you ended up buying everything you had chosen.

"Hm? There's no need to put these back, (Y/n). They fit you perfectly. And worry not about the price. If you wish to buy these dresses, I'll make sure you own them."

— — — — — —

Already two carrier bags full of clothing items, with purses and necklaces as well. Chuuya offered to carry them for you, but you didn't want him to have both his hands full, so then you started fighting over who would carry the bags. He won. As expected.

"Next store?"

"I'm getting hungry, Chyuu..."

"What do you want to eat then?"

You picked out a place to eat, ordered and sat down at a table.

"Are you happy, doll?"

"Mhm! Thank you for all this."

"Oh, that's nothing. I'll take you out shopping any time! All to mke sure you have everything you want."

— — — — — —

It's the end of your date. Your boyfriend said he had one more place he wanted to take you.

Few minutes later, you were both standing on a building rooftop. It was dark outside, and the view was mesmerizing. You looked down.

Small humans creating a lot of commotion beneath you. You and Chuuya were looking at them from above. He wrapped his arm around your waist.

"(Y/n)?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know why all these humans are in such a rush?"

Silence followed. You looked at him with a questioning look on your face, as if telling him to go on.

"They're busy. It's late, and all they want in this moment is to get home and relax."

You looked down again. You couldn't understand a word of what he just said – where was he going with this?

"Doesn't it feel good not to be them? Not to overwork yourself this late?"

"As if you're one to talk about people overworking themselves..."

He remained quiet.

"Is there any way I can repay you for what you've done for me today?"

Chuuya shook his head. "I just don't want you to feel like you don't have enough. One day," he went on, "I might even be able to offer you these people."

Another question mark appeared above your head.

"I'm talking about the world. I will be able to give you everything one day."

"That's too much. Let me do something for you in return."

You were practically pleading to do him a favor. Most likely a big one.

"...Are you busy tonight?"

"Sleeping. Actually, not really."

"Mind if I take you to my place?"

One day, I'll be able to give the whole world to you.

9:57pm

#bsd fluff #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya bsd #chuuya bungou stray dogs #nakahara chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bsd chuuya nakahara #bsd nakahara chuuya #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #chuuya x fem reader #chuuya romance #date with chuuya #i hate this

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myriadparacosm · 7 months

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Black Beats Black - 1. Blackthorn

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Sirius Black is everything that his bloodline is and nothing that he wishes to be. To his demise or luck, he isn’t even good enough to be a Black - is he low enough to depend on this cursed family? He hammers his head against the ceramic toilet lid for that thought.

“I didn’t think–”

“Do you ever, Sirius?! Because I don’t even know what ever brought me to think otherwise.”

He still lacks an answer even hours later–maybe days or months, he can’t piece much together past the suffocating cuts piercing his throat. A weight finally gives in, allowing him to cough his pain out. The tears take it as a sign to follow as well but Sirius tries to swallow them all. Too busy trying to breathe after every spits of petals, leaves and a handful of flowers, they continue to cascade down his cheeks as his brain rewinds Remus’ face over and over at a sad attempt to engrave it forever in there. His cries and gurgles fill up the wide bathroom, ricocheting against each other to submerge him again.

“I’m so sorry, Moony-”

“Don’t talk to me and don’t bloody call me that! What is wrong with you?!”

So many things. Sirius has every vice packed in him, drowning him to every end; they feed on him but they can’t get rid of each other. They are a violation packed together and for some time he had forgotten about the shackles branding him with everything he hates.

Sirius is arrogant, rotten, malign and so jealous. His mind can only come up with means to hurt, to spite and to break.

“Hypocrite,” he articulates at his reflection in the toilet’s water.

No one is here to see him crash and burn in his own home-made hell. A petal clings to his lip as a weak plea to slip back in with the many others but instead it’s bitten, crushed loudly and painfully between his jaw until he spits at his own face down the toilet.

Most of all, Sirius is a failure. He isn’t any good to anyone or anything. His family wants to lead him down a path he can’t stomach and this brands him as a flaw. The one part Sirius would have wanted as a Black was to keep his brother but Regulus has ignored him ever since he started Hogwarts, finally getting the opportunity to deny any likeness to his pitiful older brother.

It’s not a surprise. Blood creates some ties, sealing them in a way it would be uncouth to deny it– but Sirius can’t even be a good friend and friendship doesn’t offer the forced loyalty family does. He feels sick except it’s nothing as heartbreaking at seeing again the look of his friends, of Moony.

There is nothing to trump or act for and yet Sirius can’t let go of his excuses. He is a Black—cursed bloodline of madness, hatred and abuse so who is lil’ ol’ Sirius Black to act any other way? His wishes are burning into his eyes but they can’t sink in the toilet like the flowers. He wants to disappear there for once and for all.

He hurls with a strength that escapes him. His head hits the toilet and his throat cramps like a feral animal fighting for a last breath before letting go. A flower brushes over his eyelashes saddened by more crocodile tears. The toilet overflows with a bouquet of wolfsbane. They almost hold Sirius’ face, akin to a hug, but their kindness only feeds his hunger.

Eating them is perhaps the way to go.

Sirius knows his excuses are only what they are: pleas. He has tried to be a better person, anything else different than what he was taught as a child. Either he has failed or his family name is the iron that he will never get rid off. He only wishes that his friends would have believed that he is somewhat of a good person - James, Peter and most of all Remus. Moony who has reminded him what his core is and shall now be baptised as only Remus to never tempt Sirius into mooning his name again.

“Sirius?”

He jerks up with water drooling from his face. Regulus stands at the entry of his stall, eyes mirroring Sirius’ horrified expression.

“Reggie.” His brother is bemused and the more he looks, the worst it becomes. “You have come right on time,” he weakly croaks with an undignified cough of petals.

Regulus’ school bag heavily slips down from his shoulder as he gapes at him. “Sirius… What happened?”

His throat clamps around another mouthful of flowers and perhaps some part of his lungs. He wants to laugh at his face, come up with anything to distract them both, but the salt submerges him once again and his planned haughty snort wheezes into a gargled cry.

“Flowers for the funeral,” he articulates, turning back to look at the blood staining the wolfsbane bathing in the toilet. “Walburga would never provide them.”

Regulus gasps, breaking out of character with a weak noise before he calls him again. “Sirius. Is it the Hanahaki curse?”

“Is it?”

His brother hisses and they clash. Regulus’ hand falls on his shoulder like a breeze before pulling him. It leaves Sirius dizzy and miserable of longing as another cry climbs up his throat. His uniform is drenched in sweat and some blood. He can’t imagine the state of his hair but nothing about him must be looking good after all the days he spent miserable and exiled from his friends. They are face to face with his brother crouching to be at eye-level.

“Sirius,” Regulus whispers and slightly shakes him by his shoulders. Sirius hasn’t even felt his second hand on him before his nails dig into him. “Since when do you have the Hanahaki?”

“Didn’t think I should mark that day,” he mumbles.

“Bloody— Sirius, please, focus,” he harshly says. “Is it related to why you weren’t with your herd of wankers lately?”

“Piss off. It’s not your problem.”

Regulus exhales through his nose like a punch and his fingers gouge in him for a beat before relaxing.

“I need to know how long it has been going. If you already have so many flowers I’m worried-”

“Worried of what?” Sirius spits and fights his grip until he can properly kick him away, surprising Regulus who falls on his ass. “Why are you even here? Bet you can have a sick laugh when you tell everyone what you just saw.”

“How can you still be prick when you’re dying?!” He shouts back, nostrils flaring and throat stiff like a blade.

Because he is Sirius Black. The shame of a family, the ban of his friends, the mean brother and the miscreant of the love of his life. Truly Regulus can’t be surprised at that.

He roughly coughs out another flower which plunges between his legs with blood like a dead fish. It feels like it escaped with his whole heart because nothing seems to beat in his chest.

“I’m sorry,” Sirius says at last as he curls up. “For everything.”

Perhaps it’s dishonest of him to make amends now but Regulus is a part of him he will never forget. No one else is available to take pity on him which is a twisted blessing. Sirius sees Regulus like that time they were eight, edging on his own ninth birthday; Walburga had lashed out hours on Sirius and he had been found crying in the bathroom to not put any of his blood in the house. Regulus had read him a book to pass the time and comfort him.

“Sirius, stay with me.”

He blinks up, voice dry and skin aflame. His brother cautiously cradles his face like they are opposite energy that will shatter in contact. It is what they are. One will look at their black hair, grey eyes, inbred poshness and assume they are the same; except that Sirius doesn't even know how different they are because he never got to know Regulus like any sane and good person would.

"Do you remember your eight birthday? Lavender cake."

"Sirius-"

"I destroyed it because I was jealous of how big it was. I don't even like lavender cake. Who would make flowers into cakes?"

"Sirius!" Regulus hisses and tightens his grip on his jaw.

"I really wish I was a better brother for you," he babbles between sobs and hiccups, "I don't bloody know what's wrong with me because I love you even if you're everything they want you to be."

"Shut up," he threatens with murder dripping in his tone. "Sirius, you will shut it before I hex you."

"Are you happy?" Sirius asks with a newborn brazenness. "I would like for you to be happy so tell me." His brother stares speechless at him. "Maybe you're just like them but I'm no better."

Regulus lets go of him, letting him crumble against the porcelain, and draws his wand. His grey's eyes meet his brother, a challenge lost in translation by the furious thoughts storming through, as he casts.

"Pondus Penna."

Sirius doesn't feel the feather-weight spell on him until Regulus pulls him up with one hand and his bag. His brother vanishes the flowers without care and drags him out of the stall. They aren't that different body-wise but Regulus is leaner and slightly smaller than him and Sirius would be no help. Can't even feel something other than how his chest is caving into a field of poisonous flowers.

It's at the round of sinks where his brother pauses to push his head under the tap spewing ice cold water. Sirius shrieks and tries to fight his grip but he is at disadvantage here.

"Let me go you bloody moron!"

Regulus turns off the tap and straightens him up, roughly adjusting his shirt before casting a scourgify on it.

"Feel better?"

"No, you're a bloody prick," Sirius curses with his hair drowning the rest of him before it's charmed to dry.

"Takes one to know one," Regulus retorts with his blank face. "You looked like a wreck and I doubt you want to go see Madam Pomfrey, do you?"

"Piss off."

If he ever passes by the Hospital Wing, everyone will know about it. There isn't even a cure to the Hanahaki so there is really no point for Sirius to bother her with that. He brought that upon himself.

"Have you even returned to your dorm recently?" He asks with a look at his clothes. "You haven't cleaned this stain of coffee from five days ago."

"How would you know that?" Sirius huffs back.

Regulus blinks at him, silent, but it's clear as day how something creeps up.

"You're my brother," he replies with such solemnity it might be his last words. “Despite everything. And you brought me another cake.”

“Did I?” He wonders because he doesn’t recall much of that day after Walburga casted her familiar Crucio on him.

“Sirius, where is your wand?”

It should be in his hair, except that they aren’t up in a loose bun where he likes to stash his wand which always drives Remus mad because how unsafe it is. He is right, as always, but Sirius never learns until he crashes.

“Maybe in the toilet…”

“Wanker,” Regulus spits out. “Accio Sirius’ wand.”

Thankfully there is no splash of water to cohere with his theory, it probably only fell on the ground. His brother catches it and roughly puts it in Sirius’ hand. He turns to head for the door and pauses when he realises his brother hasn’t moved.

Sirius stares at him, wand edging to fall from his loose fingers. There are many feelings battling through him and the flowers tickle him with a teasing afterthought. Going out here means living and he isn’t made for this - not when he destroyed everything that mattered the most to him and certainly scared Remus deeper than the wolf ever did. Regulus has no reason to be here, calling him a brother, but he waits for him as if they have always done this.

“Why?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you here?”

“Because I thought someone sneaked in a bloody pig and was slaughtering it in the toilet,” Regulus replies with a huff, “turns out it was you. Anyway, where are you sleeping?”

Sirius might as well drop here and now to fall asleep. Once Remus woke up from the last moon and learnt what Sirius had done only a few days later - screamed at him despite the pain and the exhaustion of the last transformation, he has never returned to the dorm and slept a few times at the Shrieking Shack fully aware that they probably won’t come there any time soon.

It quickly grew uncomfortable because it has always sort of been Moony’s space and Sirius doesn’t want to make things any worse so he left and has been wandering around, mostly sleeping as Padfoot outside in a corner whenever possible. He wonders if the full moon had been different for Moony, with how Sirius had clashed with James and Peter took his side until they decided to shift to not make Moony wait any longer. The discord must have been obvious, especially considering how smart Remus is and naturally Moony too.

“Here and there.”

Regulus scowls, probably seeing through his words without a problem. “Well let’s go then, dinner is ready.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I didn’t see you at the Great Hall for days-”

“I know how to get in the kitchen,” Sirius cuts as he starts feeling restless at all his attention. “Again, why do you care?”

“Don’t act stupid Sirius, it’s useless,” he replies curtly and steps up to him, squaring his shoulders despite being smaller. “Then let’s go to the kitchen, I am hungry and by your state you need something else than the flowers.”

“Why would I even come with you? We don’t talk. We don’t hang out. We don’t know each other.”

“And whose fault do you think it is?”

Sirius’ face hits many emotions at once while no feelings would ever be able to hold on Regulus’. Remus did ask what is wrong with him as if there is an excuse or a reason for his madness. Regulus and him would have the perfect ice-breaker if they ever come to chat— will Remus come to Sirius’ funeral? That would be the perfect time to start.

“You don’t even look at me,” he retorts because he is twisted and just can’t let someone slap him with the truth.

“As if you did,” Regulus refutes with an eyebrow twitching. “It was all James this, James that and-” His bad imitation of Sirius’ voice falls dead as the rest of his morose face slowly opens in a dreadful shock. “Please, tell me it’s not Potter.”

Sirius wants to laugh because he has no idea how to digest the shock of his usual detached face growing more and more uncomfortable and distressed.

“Sorry?”

“The flowers,” he hisses, getting more agitated. “Who are they for?!”

“James? Ew.” Regulus sags on himself at his words with a bitten ‘Thank Merlin’ and eyes closed. “How do you even know what that is for?”

“Because I read,” he curtly says. “Do we need to stay in this blasted bathroom or can we bloody go?”

Sirius eyes him. “Where?”

“First eat,” he decides and walks back to the door without opening it, eyes drilling into him for him to get a move on. “Come on, stop being a prat.”

He isn’t hungry nor really tired. The last days have been a mixture of overwhelm, hatred, exhaustion and frustration as he tried to go on his days without feeling soulless. A cough escapes his chest, causing Regulus’ eyes to widen, but Sirius swallows it.

“I planned to run away next break,” he admits with his eyes burning but meets his brother’s discreet frown, “James and I have been planning it. I would have asked you to get out of there with me.”

His reaction is a mystery as nothing quite escapes from Regulus. Sirius figured he would be mad that he would even think of running away from their loving home, raging at him for even assuming that Regulus would ever want to disobey their parents— nothing of that blank look.

“Would you… you would have asked me at the last second,” he supposes, unwavering from his attention, and Sirius’ nod doesn’t appear to surprise him. “You probably would have the floo burning or a window open and be half-way through it when asking me.”

Sirius hasn’t figured out that far. There is no way he will survive there especially when their parents have grown more and more insistent on his future. Regulus might have tell them about his escape plan. The validation of their parents seem to have always mattered to his brother and Sirius wishes he would have grown out of it already but he is too scared to risk his own safety.

“Would you have left with me?”

“Are you not doing it now?”

A raw, broken laugh escapes him with a frightening fear. “Can’t really if James doesn’t want to see me again.”

Regulus looks ready to reply right away but he closes his mouth. His hand shifts his bag on his shoulder with his eyes falling to the ground. He meets him again with a stern look.

“So we got that sorted out. Now can we continue this around some food or at least not in a bathroom where you just puked your heart out?”

“Tu es vraiment une merde.”

“Toi aussi,” he replies with a perfect accent and opens the door, staring at him until Sirius finally unfroze from his spot.

Any other time Sirius would have fought and bite to not follow Regulus– for a reason he cannot fathom. He has nothing to lose and maybe it’s his heart bleeding out like a trapped animal that pushes him to follow him. Better spend what he can with his brother before he dies.

It is what will happen: Sirius will die. Be it an unrequited love, at least Sirius will die beautifully with flowers drowning him from the inside. What he wouldn’t give to at least restore Remus’ trust before he leaves this world. James might forgive him at some point with how kind he is. Peter would be easy to convince too. Although Sirius isn’t even sure why he ever did it.

There is nothing to lose which might as well bring him to stay with his brother in case his lungs fully clog up tonight. Perhaps Regulus is relishing in seeing him suffer and wants to watch him die from up close. Sirius has no pride to preen nor the actual strength to care but at least he can give him this. His hair is in disarray and he can’t remember the last time he has washed them. It’s a habit that he learnt to appreciate, taking care of himself and especially his hair with fancy products though he has changed from what his parents supplied to them.

“Your hair smells like lavender.”

“Why would you smell me?”

Regulus almost frowns at him but he only blinks one time too much to not betray his confusion. He forces another slab of mashed potatoes in Sirius’ plate, despite the fact that he barely took one bite. The entry to the kitchen hasn’t surprised Regulus as much as he thought.

Most house-elves were surprised by the new face but they still served them food, probably because of how ill Sirius looks - he had seen a brief reflection of himself in his plate before Regulus served him. Getting in the kitchen is supposed to be a Marauders’ secret, how they find themselves bringing food up to their dorm or how they convince a few elves to help them with their pranks, but Sirius supposes he can hand this heritage to Regulus.

“Because you’re smelly,” Sirius replies as he decides to eat a spoonful instead of throwing it at Regulus’ shiny hair. “What do you have with lavender? Gets you off?”

“Stuff your mouth before I do it with toads,” he hisses. “And I like the smell, plus it doesn’t taste bad.”

“Shut up. Who would eat lavender cake if it’s not to be a posh asshole.”

“Better that than having bad taste,” Regulus huffs and focuses on his plate before looking up. “I do prefer the one you brought me.”

Sirius truly can’t recall whatever he is talking about. He only remembers the pain and the smell of the room his mother had angrily dragged him to correct him.

“Really? Which one?”

“Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte. Chocolate, cream with some alcoholic cherries. You stole one cherry and almost broke a tooth when the seed hadn’t been taken out properly.”

That he remembers. Sirius had asked Kreacher for the cake, when he finally got allowed out of his confinement room, after begging for a piece of bread for himself. Apparently it was a cake for the adults and a small piece was left and he brought it to Regulus as an apology. He has been too hungry and too young to not ignore one cherry and the seed would have probably not hurt that much if it hadn’t been for all the hexes his mother threw at him earlier that day. She hadn’t been satisfied and brought Sirius to the bathroom to engrave the rules of bienséance in his skin.

“I remember, the cream was really soggy but you ate it all.”

“Mh… It’s my favourite cake.”

Regulus isn’t open anymore. He only looks at his plate and dutifully empty it with all the manners of a pristine child. A complete contrast from the kicks and nudges he keeps giving Sirius to eat his own plate. There isn’t much space in his body despite the cave growing each day through his flesh and bones. Still, Sirius tries to force himself because he doesn’t have the strength to fight.

He wishes there was some of that cake here just to be sure his memory is as pleasant as it was. Sometimes it had been alright, more than often when Regulus and him were left alone. Sirius never had the good temper of his brother and this gathered most of the attention. At least he saved Regulus from any of their bad parents’ moods and swings, always earning the punishments and tortures. Sirius never learnt but Regulus perfectly did by only watching.

“I’m going to throw up,” he gasps out in a haste.

Regulus straightens up just as several elves twist in panic. He stumbles out of his seat with a hand over his mouth as he tries to breathe without giving in to the nausea. His body must have disconnected because he finds himself held against his brother like a dying fighter.

There is far too much panic stitched on his face, completely breaking the cool demeanour and somehow feeding the pallor from their family. They might both become ghosts - that would be quite unique. Regulus must read his thoughts because his eyebrows twitch and a disbelieved glance around them relaxes him.

“He’s alright, thank you,” he says, rudely hauling Sirius with a grimace and groan who clumsily gets on his feet with all his weight on Regulus. “Sirius, I swear I will drop you and let you crack your skull open on this very floor if you don’t help me.”

He slurs an incoherent word which doesn’t please his brother who glares and drags them outside the kitchen with the horde of house elves convoying them. They manage it outside and Sirius isn’t surprised to land against a stone wall without much grace.

“Shit– you are a bloody prick, did you know?” He groans out with a pained moan.

“If you start to complain I will return you to the toilet where you can drown.”

Sirius would snicker at him if he wasn’t suddenly hit by the picture of the toilet blooming of flowers and blood. They quickly crawl up his throat and slip past his lips before he even coughs them, just like a greeting. Regulus doesn’t take it well by the panic in his eyes and the way his face loses all of his teasing edge and nonchalance. His retching and bleeding coughs easily reverberate in their tense silence.

“Evanesco,” he weakly croaks out to vanish all the traces but his tears persist to slither outside.

“Sirius.” Regulus stops him from pulling his wand away, hand tight around his. “Since when.”

“I don’t know.”

“Sirius, please, be– honest. This is important.”

He exhales through his nose, shakily rubbing his eyes to get rid of the salt brimming there with his free hand. Regulus’ grip tightens and he steps closer.

“I really don’t remember.”

“It’s Lupin, isn’t it?” He whispers without startling at the pained cough answering it. “Of course… It’s been almost two weeks since you have been with your bunch so I suppose whatever happened caused this too.”

“I’m tired Reggie,” Sirius cuts and finally tries to straighten up but everything hurts up to his toes. “You didn’t get your nasty kick in yet? I’m not telling you anything.”

“I couldn’t care less about whatever happened,” he spits. “I want to understand how you are in this state.”

He groans out and jerks his hand out free of Regulus’ grasp to walk away. “I’m going to sleep.”

“Sirius,” he hisses and rushes after him. “Sirius don’t be stupid– please.”

A snort escapes him and the disbelief is short-lived because he finds it hilarious how difficult the last word has been articulated by his brother; who doesn’t appear to share the same sense of humour since his face only scrunches up.

“You alright? Sounds like you almost cracked a rib there-”

“You’re the worst person who has ever been born, I swear.”

“No, I wouldn’t take your title Reggie.”

Regulus roughly grabs him by his arm and stops his hand before he can try to push him. They aren’t that different. Even height-wise, though that’s probably because Sirius has lost the habit to stand like a stuck-up unlike his brother, but Regulus is a dedicated seeker and frankly brilliant if they ever shared honest compliments which means he avoids to bulk up unlike him. Although Sirius probably will lose a bit of muscles now that he got kicked out of the Quidditch team. He doubts he could get Moony’s attention even with the cuddliest muscles possible either way.

The petals are caught and crushed in his brother’s palm before he realises it. Regulus looks at them all wrinkled and bloodied.

“Do you realise what is happening?”

“I’m not a moron.”

“Then why do you act like you don’t care?” He asks, voice quiet and coming from a long time ago where Sirius never thought he could care for anyone else. “Sirius, you’re dying…”

It feels exactly like when he got his Hogwarts letter and Regulus came in the middle of the night, snuggled and held onto him like he might disappear any second, with pained tears trying to not spill as he asked why he is so happy about leaving him. Though now his eyes are not as big, more sharper and eclipsed, and overall rigid as if he might break– perhaps now but Sirius has lost his optimism down the toilet. He dearly hopes it happens one day because despite being a disdainful tosser, Regulus is a wonderful being.

“Because I don’t,” Sirius replies with no shame. “I don’t care.”

Regulus eyes him with an obvious arithmancy rushing through his head up until his jaw locks with a determination.

“There is a solution-”

“I’m going to sleep,” he decides and rushes down the corridor.

“Sirius!”

“It’s your curfew Reggie.”

“Sirius for Merlin’s sake you’re going to listen to me before I hex you!”

“Back off!” He shouts back.

He is actually surprised that Regulus runs after him but Sirius isn’t one to back down. Changing into his animagus almost comes to his mind because he is obviously an already dead man and if he compares his brother badgering or ending up in Azkaban, he would pick the second option and die there without any witness.

To his surprise, the flowers tingling his lungs also throw him off completely with a dead weight and he finds himself quickly winded and gasping for air. Regulus isn’t keen on running and has more than once ignored avoided all running exercises even for Quidditch but he is never one to underestimate, easily rounding the corner.

“Espèce de bâtard !” He spits out and roughly shoves him to the floor before stopping his fall with a hand around his arm. “Sirius, I’m not going to let you go.”

“Bloody hell, bugger off!” He exclaims and kicks him in the shin before falling face first on the floor. “What is your problem?!”

“You kicked me! You’re my problem!” Regulus argues in exasperation before swiping a hand through his hair. “Sirius, I don’t think you understand-”

“I perfectly do!” He hisses back and sits up with a glare. “You’re the one making a big scene-”

“Because I don’t want you to die!” He spits out with a raw sob that he quickly eats behind a hand.

Sirius blinks. Whatever he swallows has more claws and poison than any flowers. Regulus doesn’t seem to fare better because some part of his face pales while his lips and eyes have turned redder with his worry.

It’s all bizarre. So far from their comfort zone where they would just see who looks away first, now they can’t properly meet each other without quivering back and forth with broken words.

“Alright,” Sirius says.

Regulus gapes at him before scoffing and looking around in disbelief. He goes back to being silent without offering a hand to help him up from his spot on the floor. His mouth clams up around the taste of flowers and no words come to him either.

Dying is terrifying and Sirius has always somewhat felt its grip on him. Every step in their house, each word spoken and any movement promised it without second thoughts or mercy. He hasn’t been happy to go to school, and even less not seeing his brother, but he has been relieved to leave the suffocating air of Grimmauld Place. Nothing more and yet it felt like everything to Sirius.

The freedom that hit him in the Hogwarts Express left him lost but so, so, elated that for once he hadn’t been thinking about what happens once you stop breathing– the moment where everything will freeze, mind and body crushed into dust, with no promise of even an after.

Sirius doesn’t care right now. He has brought this fate upon himself: falling in love and destroying it with one impulsion. This childhood fear has never come back and won’t because he has already been living long enough to feel lucky. What he regrets and cares about is what he is leaving behind. James barely looks him in the eye, not ever since he had stared at Sirius afraid and stunned with an unreal anger. Grimmauld Place has never been his home and Sirius must not be made to have one since he has lost James.

“What did you do?”

His brother frowns at him curiously but quickly returns his attention to the wall beside them, whose stones are shifting, slipping and crossing each other to reveal a simple but large wooden door.

“What did you do?” Sirius returns.

“I asked you first.”

“Does it look like I did something?”

“You could just say no like a sane person,” Regulus scoffs with a wary look on the door. “Really, what is it?”

“I don’t know,” he groans out as he stands up.

Whatever it is, it’s better than dwelling. Sirius is confident that he, with the Marauders, got around Hogwarts’ every nook, passage, secret and false tapestry to believe they might have missed this. Remus has noted everything down to the perfection for their map.

A cough escapes him and the petals are swallowed. Regulus’ pointed look drives him forward to touch the door.

“What are you doing? Don’t touch it if you don’t know what it is.”

“It’s Hogwarts, nothing is really dangerous here,” he argues and tries the handle that turns without a hitch.

“You do realise that the Forbidden Forest is forbidden for a reason and that we have a giant squid and many creatures that would eat us in the lake right next to us?”

“Reggie, you worry too much.”

There really doesn’t seem to be anything dangerous about it, especially when the magic only feels welcoming and comforting. It reminds him of the Gryffindor’s dorm but opts to throw this thought away to open the door.

Behind this wall should be literally nothing, if his memory serves correctly, or at least not a proper room with two beds mirroring each other. A fire is running, strong and warm, from a pretty chimney working as a clear cut of the different moods.

“Are those your stupid posters?”

The exact Muggle posters of not-quite naked ladies Sirius has sealed to his bedroom’s wall at Grimmauld Place are somehow here. It’s actually easy to decipher that one side is weirdly made for him and the other for Regulus with the stack of books spread on the floor with his favorite blanket to read with on the opposite bed.

“Yes,” he admits in confusion and steps in, bemused at the parquet and the rugs, taking in the closet brimming with clothes. “Merlin’s balls, what is this?”

There are clothes he had tried during one of their adventures in Muggle London with all the Marauders and the girls. Sirius hadn’t gotten his fill to be fair but even Marlene was tired of waiting and running after him every time something caught his eye– Remus had stayed behind to be sure Sirius didn't get lost once he got his fill. There is also a mirror, quite big, facing a plush seat where he could easily curl up and on it sits the small bag of make-up the girls assembled for his birthday last year.

“Why are there things for me too?” Regulus asks, exploring the other side with a slight frown and not touching anything. “Is this where you sleep?”

Sirius has no idea of what it is. He might have actually cracked his head open against the kitchen’s floor and is completely hallucinating.

“Yes,” he opts to say so Regulus might leave him alone about his sleeping pattern.

“You still lie like a three year old,” he snipes back and walks up to him with a curious look at the closet.

“Well I’m going to use this bed to sleep so.”

His brother doesn’t seem bothered when he closes the closet, pushing in whatever tissue tries to escape, and casts another look around the room. They don’t linger on the unfathomable window at the centre of the ceiling with a clear view of the starry sky.

“I have never heard of a room like this,” he mutters and checks on the fireplace. “Have you?”

“Nope. But I’m not going to complain.”

Regulus watches him bounce on the bed, perfectly soft without completely swallowing him. They startle at the slight vibration breaking the stone beside one of his posters to reveal another door. Sirius flourishes at him to open it as he straightens up. His brother slightly huffs but does walk up to it to creak the door open - he needs to lean a bit to see but Regulus quickly steps aside to offer a perfect view of a small bathroom.

“I think it’s for you.”

“I didn’t ask for it.”

“Well, this room is smart because I can say that you stink so you at least need it,” he replies with a pointed, haughty look, before tumbling once he catches the clock on the night table of his supposed bed. “I need to go back to my dorm.”

Sirius watches him but stays quiet. This often happens to them, losing words and any understanding, and he can’t recall when it started to be familiar.

“Don’t let Peeves or Filch get to you.”

Whatever this room is supposed to be or however it came to be is a mystery he can’t focus on as for now. The bed and the fireplace are lulling him into relaxing, almost whispering to him that no one he doesn’t want to see will show up. It’s still lacking the major part of his dorm: his roommates. Peter humming all the time in the bathroom, even when he brushes his teeth, with James twirling his wand between his fingers while he mumbles Quidditch strategies for next year– and Remus quietly reading with a small smile before glancing at Sirius, always when he turns the third page, to ask ‘alright, Pads?’.

“Sirius.”

He breathes through his nose but it doesn’t subdue the petals flourishing and ripping his throat apart. His bed is stained and ruined within a beat. Regulus is right there, roughly rubbing between his shoulder blades and a trembling hand treading through his greasy hair.

“I’m alright,” he coughs out and swipes his mouth against his hand. It’s a bright Gryffindor red.

“Ma-”

“Just go Reggie,” he grunts with a push. “Or do you bloody want to watch me shower too?”

His brother abruptly lets go and steps back with his eyes a towering grey storm. Nothing happens. The petals perfume the air and the blood sinks in the sheets while neither of them budge.

“There has to be a cure.”

“Don’t be daft,” he refutes and leaves the bed but the sheet disappears before he can drag them to the bathroom, leaving him only with the craving to shout and cry. “There is nothing to stop this.”

“I could obliviate you.”

“Reg-”

“I could take away all your memories and feelings of Lupin,” his brother affirms without one drop of emotion. “The flowers will disappear-”

“I will just fall back in love with him,” Sirius weakly argues and takes a deep breath at his stunned look. “And this won’t solve what I did so it’s worthless.”

Regulus must see the tears ready to spill since he awkwardly retreats, eyes going here and there with a swift check on him before dancing away. He must have heard him loud and clear because he walks to the single door to leave their made-up room. Just two puzzles smashed together without even checking on how many ways they can’t work together.

Sirius feels delirious at all the crying that escapes him.

“I meant what I said,” Regulus declares with only his back to him. “And whatever you did is not important to me.” He doesn’t walk out and barely appears to breathe. “Which means I won’t let you die, not for some stupid boy.”

The door closes quietly and the shower muffles everything that overflows. All is eaten down the drain as he tries to drown.

When Sirius drags himself out of the room, the fireplace has dimmed and Regulus’ favourite blanket is on his bed with a small slice of Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte with a dark cherry on top.

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emptyofbrains2 · 5 months

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A little help please

Fair warning, its a long story.

I met Tanya after returning to the city. She’s a well respected kink educator, charming and kind, with a sweetness that belies her sadism. She’s the type of person to invite you to go shopping for a few kitchen items only to discover she will use them to torture you with later. We became fast friends and playmates.

Tanya knew that I had recently escaped an abusive D/s relationship. Though, not unscathed. I undergone conditioning to dissociate from myself during pain scenes. Any movement or sound was met with harsher punishment.

As a result, I struggled to stay present and an active participant in scenes. I wanted to connect with my body and with those I played with. After several deep discussions Tanya and I came up with a “treatment plan”

—--------------Fast forward to:-----------------------------

“Sit.” She patted to a spot on the floor across from her. I nervously knelt in front of her with my head bowed.

“Look at me sweety.” she cupped my chin and raised it until our eyes met. “There you are.” This was the first time my eyes met Tanya’s since arriving at her home. Her brown eyes beamed as she smiled.

“Do you remember why you are here?” She asked.

“Yes, Tanya.” I mumbled. My eyes dropped to the floor. Her hand under my chin kept my head from following.

“Look at me. That's it. Good girl.” The smile dropped from Tanya’s face. Her voice shed any of the bubbly inflection it previously had. “Now, I want you to ask for my help.”

“Please Tanya.” I whispered.

“Be more specific. I want to hear you clearly. Do not mumble or whisper. I want to help you. Don’t you want my help?” The last part she cooed at me.

“Please Tanya, help me to be present and connected with my body. Please help me become a better bottom and submissive.” I said louder with a small shakiness to my voice.

“Good girl.” Her beaming smile returned. “Of course I’ll help you! I'm glad you asked.” Tanya knew that I melt when called a good girl. What can I say, I’m a slut for praise.

“I want you to focus,” she said to me in her sweetly firm tone. “That's right. Just listen to the sound of my voice and follow along with my breathing.” She took my hand and placed it upon her chest as she breathed deeply. In. And out. In. And out. I did as I was told and soon my breathing soon matched hers.

The room began to dim and fall out of focus until only the two of us remained. I couldn't break my gaze away from her deep brown eyes. Tanya continued talking. She had a lovely tone and it was nice to listen.

“Focus.” With that I snapped back. Still not aware of my surroundings but I could see Tanya clearly.

“Good girl,” She said. I blushed and a warmness enveloped me. Tanya continued talking and I began to drift again.

I'm not sure how long this cycle of “focus” and “good girl” went on.

“Up. Up. Up!” Tanya giggled. One thing Ive learned is that you should ALWAYS be weary of a giggling sadist. She slid a padded bench from the corner into the middle of the room. “I borrowed this from a friend just for the occasion. Isn't that sweet of me? Now strip” She said with a small smile. I was still a bit groggy but could feel myself blush again.

Fully undressed Tanya gave me the come hither motion and then pointed to the bench. As I climbed on, Tanya positioned a mirror in front of me. Through it I watched as she laid out several canes on a small table. Tanya could see I was getting nervous watching her. She came around in front of me, knelt so we were eye to eye and asked “Shall we begin?”

I nodded.

“Alright sweety.” She kissed me on the forehead before returning to the table and selecting the thickest canes. I felt the tip of the cane slide down my spine, creating shivers in its wake.

“Head up. I want to see your pretty eyes the whole time.”

The tap of the cane caused me to inhale sharply. It scared me more than hurt me. Tap. Tap. Tap. WHAP! A line of fire seared across my back thighs. The cane didnt move from its impact. Tanya held it there studying my reaction in the mirror.

“Breathe,” she said. I let out a slow exhale and felt myself relax a little. “Listen to your breath. I want to you breathe out the pain instead of clenching. Ok?”

“Yes.” I said

WACK! Another hard smack. “Yes…?” She asked. Her head cocked to the side with her eyebrows raised.

“Yes Tanya” I answered.

“We mustn't forget our manners. Especially to those who hold a cane to your ass” she said.

A few more cane strikes and I could feel that familiar pull. I fell quiet and the room began to become fuzzy.

“Focus.” I heard her say and instantly my eyes blinked wide and open. Aware of myself, the pain across my ass and of Tanya staring at me through the mirror. Scanning my face for signs of distress or harm.

“Do you want to continue?” She asked? I looked up at her through the mirror, making eye contact and nodded.

“I need you to say it hun” she said sympathetically.

“I want to continue Tanya. Please continue.”

The session continued like this. Each time I felt myself slipping away, Tanya would tell me to Focus and it was like I stepped back into my body. After the 4th time she told me to Focus, she knelt down in front of me.

“Ok, dear. I think we are done. Your ass has some beautiful welts and you look high as a kite.” Tanya moved over to the couch and patted her lap. “Come lay with me”.

I followed, coming to rest with my head in her lap. She draped a blanket over us and petted me while we watched some TV. “ That was a very good first treatment session,” she said.

“After we grab some dinner later, do you wanna go to Target with me? I need to get some new kitchen tools…”

@ellaenchanting

#my writing #creating is better than cumming #mostly true #only slightly embellished

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shall we hold hands and head home? — an anthology ft. levi ackerman and eren

mission title: how to build a family (wc: 9.8k) | masterlist

Jaeger-Ackerman. That will be your new surname.

All that’s left is for Levi to sign his part.

The marriage papers Hange forged for the following reasons; one, to make sure Levi doesn’t get captured by the Military Police, and two, to have a complete family by the time Eren’s interview comes around; they finally came one fine morning at the same hour the mail gets delivered on your doorstep. You have been eyeing it since you first read it and you suddenly feel like you’ve been robbed of something so extraordinary in a woman’s life. You’ve played as a wife before but you’ve never been this disappointed until you have the marriage papers in your hand while sipping your caffeinated tea. Maybe it’s the fact that the man who’s supposed to be your husband is a stranger, someone you’ve never seen before. All the husbands you sift through in every mask you wear are coworkers, with the two of you purely playing professional roles for only a couple of days.

The more you stare at the conjoined surnames (one being a fake, clearly yours), the more you imagine Levi’s face in your mind when he comes later in the day to move into the apartment, only to see that you two are now man and wife. Your mind creates an image of a pair of silver eyes staring straight into your distinct ones, black hair perfectly brushing against his eyelashes, arms straining against the material of a three-piece suit, and a lax posture that exudes both confidence and elusiveness.

You feel your face burn. You shake your head at those images. What the hell is wrong with you? It doesn’t help the fact that Levi is a handsome man. You lean your forehead on your hand, letting out a sigh carrying the stress you will be facing in the next couple of months.

Endure. This is a mission for the betterment of the continent. There’s no time for admiring how good Levi’s physique is. You’re using him and he’s using you. Both of you have motives to make sure everything plays out perfectly. Right when you’re sure that you’ve calmed down, you pick up your cup and stand up from your seat to start your schedule for the day. The moment you turn around, you blink at the sight of a very peeved-out Eren. It looks like he just woke up, judging from his messier-than-normal hair that’s standing in every direction. His puffy face is scrunched up in what seems to be horror.

“Good morning, Eren,” you greet with a warm smile. You pat his head before straightening your posture. “You’re up early. I haven’t started cooking yet.” You look back at the kitchen over your shoulder. “What breakfast do you want? Waffles? Pancakes? Or some bacon and toast?”

Eren continues staring at you. “When is Papa coming here?”

You nearly choke on your saliva. “Papa?”

Eren nods with those wide eyes of his.

“You mean Levi?”

He nods again.

“You’re already calling him Papa?”

“Well, he’s marrying you, my Mama.”

You can’t exactly rebut that. You can’t help but shake your head with a smile. “Come here,” you tell him, opening your arms as a way to beckon him in an embrace. The boy perks up and basically jump in your arms, your little huff following soon after and intermingling with his giggles. You carry him to your lap, feeling his messy hair tickle the crook of your neck as he rubs his face on your skin. He's like a little puppy when the events of the day don't require him to act more like an angry kitten (exhibit A: when you make him study or read an encyclopedia for an hour). “You have to promise me that you’re going to be good when he arrives, okay? Levi is a stranger before he was a part of our family after all.” Why are you talking about Levi like he’s a dog that you’ve recently adopted?

“Mhm,” Eren hums, closing his eyes in response to your homely scent wrapping around him and lulling him back to sleep. “I promise, Mama. I’m going to be good now.”

“I hope that includes actually practicing for the interview.”

Eren once again becomes an angry kitten. You can picture his disgusted face. All that’s missing are the hisses.

You sigh. Every time you remind him anything about the school, it’s like he’s scalded with hot water. His being adorable doesn’t save him from practicing his answers to the interview. This is the part of the admissions that you have no idea of, maybe because the panel changes every year as well as the atmosphere of the interview (well, except the headmaster). You requested Hange to submit to you probable questions the current panel will ask and almost everything can’t be answered by a mere six-year-old. You hope to God that Eren doesn’t answer by watching his favorite spy show or drawing you and him in these spy suits when the interviewers ask him what he does in his free time. But it won’t hurt if he spends one day just enjoying a very special event in his life. “Okay, okay.” At that, he tightens his hug around your neck. “For today, we’ll be celebrating your Papa’s arrival.”

The little boy pulls away from you, his arms still hanging around your neck. “Are we throwing a party for him?”

“I guess so,” you answer.

“I get to pick the flavor of the cake!”

You laugh a little, brushing your finger on his puffy cheek. “We don’t know if he even likes sweets, Eren.”

“We’ll make him like sweets.” He then bounces in your hold. “Ooh, ooh, how about we buy some cheeseburgers, too! And some soda — I like soda!”

“Then, we’ll pick them up when we go to the supermarket later.”

“Yay!” Eren cheers. He then murmurs things along the lines of, “ I’ll make Papa like living here .” It’s coupled with menacing little giggles that have you blinking in concern.

“So, before we start our day, let’s eat some breakfast, yeah?”

“Yeah!”

You lift Eren from your lap, placing him on the counter chair you specifically bought when you adopted him. “Wait here for Mama, okay?” you ask him, to which he bops his head in furious nods. How adorable. You poke the tip of his nose with the tips of your forefinger before turning to the counter to give Eren his needed nutrients for the day. Living alone in the quarters the Wings of Freedom offered you back then has taught you enough experience to cook for yourself. It’s nice to have someone other than you to eat your cooking. Especially when that little someone shines so bright at every bite of your food. You plan to make him the best omelet for the day, chopping some chives and mushrooms, and cooking them until they become the consistency that Eren adores. “Here you go, Eren,” you say in a flourish, putting down the plate of the omelet in front of him, also sliding a saucer of fruits and a glass of milk.

“Thank you, Mama!” After spoonfuls of his breakfast, he tilts his head. “Mama?”

“Hmm?” You don’t look up from finishing the mail.

“Do you think Papa will like your cooking like me?”

“We’ll just have to see.”

He juts his bottom lip. “I want him to like your cooking.”

“I’m sure he has no choice because he’s going to live here with us.”

Eren nods before once again stuffing his face with his breakfast.

Levi holds no expectations upon moving into your flat but surprisingly, your place can be described as presentable (to his standards). It’s a spacious apartment fit for a small family and despite that, you two have to parade around pretending to be husband and wife, he inwardly appreciates that you don’t have to sleep in the same room as each other. The guest room he’s about to occupy with his belongings has the same dimensions as your bedroom. Roommates, that’s what you two are at this point. During his process of transferring boxes to his room, he slightly panics (expressed with the tiniest shift in his eyes) when Eren carefully walks with his poisoned weapons. The brat flinches when he notices Levi’s eyes on him. The trained assassin nearly jumps in his place when you saunter into the living room with that (stunning) smile on your face, only growing as you find Eren being the little helper that he is.

After he settles everything in his room (but not before spritzing his space with his go-to air freshener — lavender and a tiny hint of oranges), Levi sits right in front of you at the dining table. He can’t help but discreetly look around, noticing that everything is in place. As expected of one of the most wanted spies in Marley, you prefer order more than anyone else. The kitchen is much nicer to look at than that of his previous apartment. That being said, everything in your flat screams lavishness with every piece of furniture and knick-knacks. He can even spot a small potted plant by the window of the kitchen counters, a small flag bearing a childish name being its companion. (Who names a plant? Much less give it something such as Greenie.)

“You can sign here, Levi.” You point at the marriage certificate resting on the table.

Shooting sounds reverberate from the living room. Levi slowly turns his head in that direction and takes a peek at the corner of his eyes. He sees Eren transfixed at a show that obviously needs parental guidance.

Maybe the incredulity is blatant on his face because you state, “Eren likes that show.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I know it’s too violent but that’s the only thing keeping him in place.”

“Hmm.”

Levi catches your subtle glance at the paper. He picks up the pen and scrawls his signature on the blank space designated to make his marriage with you official. At least it’s official on paper. Upon closer inspection, these are marriage papers forged to perfection, seals and all. He doesn’t need to bring you to the civil court to have this marriage legal in the eyes of the law nor to a church (which is too much of a hassle, really). Fewer things to worry about.

“Thank you,” you tell him with a smile.

He looks at you, his wife, for a solid minute. Wife . How surreal. Levi never thought he would come to see the day that that word would hit him like a fucking meteor on impact. He takes a deep breath, clears his throat ever so slightly, and fixes the collar of his inner shirt. Why do you have to look at him like that? He’s not a kind man for you to bestow him with a radiant smile that crinkled the corners of your eyes. For sure, he deserves the opposite of that for having a body count (not that kind) that soars. Then again, like you’re one to talk.

Small pitter patters of feet gradually get louder and your brat pops out from the edge of the table, his tiny hands helping him maintain balance. Levi looks down with a raised brow. The brat is on his tippy toes. A soundless sigh comes out of Levi’s mouth. He reaches out a hand and places it on the brat’s back to prevent him from falling on his back.

“What is it, Eren?” You softly run your hand through his hair, an action that this kid likes because he’s practically purring at your touch.

A resolute look plasters itself on the brat’s pudgy face. Levi keeps on staring at him in dubiety. “Papa has to eat the cake now!”

“Oh!” you exclaim. A smile pulls on your lips, giving Eren gentle pats on the head. “Thank you for reminding me, Eren.”

The kid giggles.

Levi clears his throat. “Wait, cake?”

“Yes, cake,” you confirm while looking at him over your shoulder, your feet leading you in the direction of the refrigerator decorated with random drawings made of crayons.

His lips curl in disgust. One form of torture for him is to eat anything remotely sweet on the palate. It makes his teeth ring most of the time. He feels this traveling tingle across his body whenever he is forced to eat cake by Farlan and Isabel (the brat he took in from the streets). Call him ungrateful for not singing odes about one of the most sumptuous cuisines of the continent but just looking at it makes him lose his appetite. He’d rather recite elegies about it.

But he can’t find himself to say anything, just any word to make you stop and understand that it’s to his taste, because your brat is vibrating with excitement from where he’s standing (he’s still perched at the side of the table like that old lion on the verge of dying before being pushed off by his brother). Stars illuminate Eren’s eyes as you bring an intricate box of confections and present it to anyone present at the dining table. The detailing on the thick material of the box speaks volumes of how much money it costs. It’s not just from a regular bakeshop — it’s from where most of the higher class get the main attraction of their holiday celebrations. Even the ribbon costs more than Levi’s ties and suits, but that’s probably a hyperbole at this point. You certainly give off the atmosphere of someone who grew up in a well-off family (even though Levi knows your background after memorizing your file), with the poise and confidence that you carry even in this setting.

It’s oddly fitting, now that he notices it — you and the bunch of cakes you’re taking out from the box.

Expensive and sweet in the eyes — a tantalizing form of torture for him.

“Mama, the soda!”

“Right away, my little prince,” you jokingly tell the brat, to which he giggles.

He follows your figure retreating to get the drinks and glasses, eyes half-lidded and thoughtful when a puff of frustration resonates from the adjacent seat. The brat is trying to climb on the high chair meant for him and his little height. At some point, Levi hears a high-pitched growl. What the hell? Is your child a fucking dog or something?

“Hey, brat,” Levi calls out. He’s not answered. “Hey.” Emerald eyes flash at him, the owner angry that he’s interrupted in completing his personal mission to seat himself. “Do you need some help?”

“No! I can do it.”

Stubbornness at its finest.

Levi taps his fingers on the table. The clock is ticking right on the wall of the living room. You’re still pouring the drinks into the glasses and your brat’s attempts remain futile. His growls turn into whines and that’s all it takes for Levi to pick the kid from the ground, plopping him on his high chair. Eren blinks in bewilderment, the prior anger coloring his eyes into specks of gold transforms into awe dyed in silver and jet black. Levi stoically meets Eren’s wide eyes, the boy’s irises and pupils becoming a pair of looking glass as it reflects the man’s small silhouette.

“It won’t hurt to ask for help sometime,” Levi supplies in the flattest tone known to mankind yet the kid absorbs it like a sponge. For once in his miserable life, the assassin in this room loses in a staring contest. Your brat doesn’t fucking blink at all. Instead, his eyes gain that fiery sheen that has Levi hoping Eren won’t take anything he says to heart.

“Did you thank Mister Levi, Eren?” You materialize from the kitchen, serving everything to each person.

“Thank you, Papa!”

Right, he’s a father now.

He didn’t exactly get the proper education for that. For one, Levi doesn’t know his biological father’s identity — he’s probably a sleaze, a good-for-nothing noble who thought it was the best thing in the world to satisfy egos in the red-light district of the most dangerous city in Eldia. It caused his mother so much pain, having to raise a child in a brothel that expects customers almost every hour of the day. Second, his biological uncle left his life just as fast as he entered it. The fucking madman just had to experience what it was like being a guardian to an underweight kid, his form of parenting being animalistic as he threw Levi in fighting rings growing up. Levi is not the perfect man to be dubbed as the father of the year with those male figures.

He knows he doesn’t deserve the luxury of having a family.

He once dreamed of picking up a brat — his brat — from school on the way from work (a regular one this time), walking to a house that’s fit for a chaotic yet loving environment, and welcoming someone home with dinner. Levi wakes up too soon from that dream.

It’s bullshit anyway.

Now, he thinks otherwise.

“You’re welcome, brat.”

As he looks at this brown-haired kid jumping in his seat at the first bite of his slice of chocolate cake and you wiping his mouth from the clinging ganache on the corners of his lips, Levi surmises that maybe that dream of his is a foreshadowing of what’s to come. He looks down at the green slice of decadent dessert in front of him. The soda beside his plate bubbles like the emotions inside his stomach. He tastes the matcha cake you and your brat bought for him.

It’s warm, the bitterness melting away the more he indulges in every bite.

“I’ll be asking the questions,” you look at the two interviewees over the top of the clipboard you’re holding.

Eren squeezes his tiny fists over his thighs.

Levi raises an eyebrow at you, tilting back his head in a gesture that says you’re free to ask.

“Okay.” You look down at the paper. “Mister Eren Jaeger—”

“YES!”

You look at him. “You’re going to give the interviewers a heart attack, Eren.”

“Yeah, brat, aren’t they old enough to have passed on …” He catches your glare. “... Their riches to someone else?”

“Sorry, Mama, Papa.”

He flashes you a thumbs-up to continue your mock interview. “Now then, Mister Eren Jaeger,” you take a peek at him.

“Yes, Ma’am?”

That’s a better response than the times you do this. “What do you do when you’re not in school?”

His answer is immediate. “Since Mama has a lot of work and is always out, I watch my favorite spy show and feel sad because she’s not here to hug me.”

As much as that warms your heart, that’s very much what the interviewers at the academy categorize as a reject. His answer explains why he always runs to the door when you just unlocked the apartment, beckoning you to pick him up with the most adamant pout you’ve ever seen on someone. Still, a small smile tugs on your lips, which you hide behind the clipboard to continue your harsh interviewer facade. “That’s not a good impression, Eren.”

“But it made you smile, Mama.”

“The interviewers won’t smile at that because they’re not me.”

He pouts.

“Mr. Ackerman, please explain your parenting style.”

Levi’s eye twitches. He shifts in his seat until his position doesn’t scream laxness anymore. To be honest, he can’t exactly answer that because the parenting he experienced when he was young resonates more than any other parenting style you probably researched in your work . So, he answers, “No mercy. Pain is the best way to discipline someone. Always strike when the moment calls for it. Most importantly, make a choice that would leave no regrets.”

It’s silent for a few moments.

“That’s so cool, Papa!”

“No, Eren, that’s not cool,” you immediately intervene because the boy looks like he wants Levi to wreak torture methods on him any time of the day. You direct your gaze at a blank-faced Levi, who almost appears too proud of his answer. “Really? Last I checked, we’re practicing for Eren’s admission interview, not a demonstration when someone fails to pay their taxes on their due date.”

Levi shrugs.

“At this point, we’re going nowhere.” You then think it will be better to spend the rest of the day learning about Marley’s cultures and customs, especially when Eleutheria is a school that revels in patriotism. You stand up from the plush chair and clap your hands. “How about we go for a little trip instead?”

This is the first time Eren ever sees the capital in its full glory. There’s a skip in his step as he walks ahead of his Mama and Papa, his arms swinging along by his side. Even as they left the apartment, he couldn't stop buzzing in excitement. The bus is something that he only wished he could ride in back when he was in the orphanage, always drawing random designs of that specific vehicle during his free time. He didn’t forget to press his face to the window, savoring the passing sights brought by the busiest place found in Marley. However, he pinky promised you while you’re putting him in a presentable outfit of a long-sleeved button-down, suspenders, shorts, and an accessorized hat, that he will be good in this outing. Promises are sacred to him, so he honors them by pointing and gasping at every interesting thing he finds.

“Eren, stay close to us,” you call from behind him.

“Okay, Mama!” He waits for you and Papa to reach him. In instinct, he goes for your hand.

“How about letting Levi hold your hand this time?” you tell him with a pat on his hat-covered head. “It’s a way for you to bond.”

He tilts his head while staring at his Papa this time. The frowning man is about to protest but with one look from you, he sighs and holds out a large palm to Eren. At this, the boy brightens like the summer sun. His Papa’s hand is so much bigger than his, it’s practically wrapping around his like a blanket. Eren feels Papa adjusting to the hand-holding.

The brat’s hand is too small. It will be easy to break when I use too much force. Reminds me of the time I arm-wrestled someone in the Undercity and I accidentally broke their hand by squeezing too hard.

Eren’s jaw drops.

I have to control my strength around this brat .

Eren runs away from him.

“I guess we have to hold that bonding for now,” you remark.

Levi turns to you, expression unfazed at Eren’s act of rejection, though you can see that he is ticked by it. You pat his arm in silent comfort. He raises an eyebrow at your gesture yet he relaxes at your touch, gravitating toward you without as much as a grunt coming from his direction. You watch the little boy skip over to the city’s flowers planted in brick boxes lining the side of the road, hand still on Levi’s arm. The onyx-haired man looks at your side profile, so mesmerized with the sight of your brat living the best of his moments skipping beside the flowers. He adjusts your hand so that it’s firmly placed in the crook of his elbow. “Where are we going anyway?” he voices out, never looking away from you even when you give him your attention. “You said this was an outing; but where?”

He never should’ve asked.

While Levi blatantly shows how much he feels out of place at every location you take them to, Eren is so elated — one will think it’s Christmas already.

The first stop is a ballet opera house found at the center of Marley’s art district. Eren has never seen a building like it before. Gold covers every inch of the pillars, stairs, and walls that he finds himself staring back at him as they pass by. The ceilings are decorated with the most bejeweling paintings that are most likely very impossible to make unless someone has the power of levitation and flight — a special person like him. There are angels, cherubs you call them, and people who are only draped with flowing pieces of cloth dancing in a circle (Levi tells him to stop looking when a naked person comes into view). Glittering teardrops made to form chandeliers illuminate the red carpet, leading all of you to these huge double doors, again with golden trimmings. Eren has to tilt his head all the way up just to see how far the double doors go. Levi has to place a steady hand on the back of his head to prevent him from toppling down.

The show is … boring. At least to Eren.

Everybody on the stage is jumping around and extending their limbs to the point that Eren thinks it might have hurt. He takes a glance at you. You’re so immersed in the show, expressing your awe in the smallest of expressions or gasps. Then, Eren looks at his Papa. Levi is watching the ballet without any emotions, blinking occasionally every few seconds. Almost like his Papa has a seventh sense for his curious stare, Eren feels a large hand directing his head to the front, but not before patting his hair, letting go, and going back to its previous position of being crossed on a broad chest. Exclamations from around the ballet opera house whisper in Eren’s ears, intermingling with the ensemble supplying the classical music of the performance.

It’s only when the applause starts that Eren realizes he fell asleep throughout the remainder of the spectacle.

The second stop is a museum right beside the opera house. Now, this is something that Eren likes. He gets to run around the large halls and point at things that catch his attention.

“Papa, look, boobies!”

“What the fuck?”

You’re busy appreciating a large painting that spans an entire wall while the two boys stick together.

“Where did you learn that, brat?” Levi hastily picks up Eren under his arm like a sack of potatoes all the while narrowing his eyes at the appalled listeners around their area. Where are you when he needs you the most? On second thought, maybe it’s better if you don’t hear whatever comes out of Eren’s mouth.

“Papa, his thing is hanging out!”

To whoever is listening to him from above, give him strength.

“Brat, I need you to keep that to yourself.”

“Why, Papa?” Eren tilts his head.

Levi scrunches his face to find the perfect answer. He glances at you from the corners of his eyes. “Because your Mama won’t like it. She brought you on this outing for you to learn and not the useless things that will get you rejected in the academy you’re applying to.”

“Not even that person who doesn’t have his head?” Eren points at a sculpture of a headless man that appears too important even with his head not in the picture.

Levi sighs. “No, not even that. Come on.” He adjusts Eren in his hold, balancing the brat in his hip with one arm. “Look at that woman. She’s not smiling.”

“Why, Papa?”

“... Maybe somebody pissed on her breakfast.”

“Ew.”

“Yeah, I won’t smile like her, too.”

“Me, too! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. That’s what Mama always says.”

Levi glances at the brat in his arm before walking off to another painting to critique. “She’s right. Now, look at the names of the paintings and artwork, and familiarize the artists.” As much as Levi grew up in a completely different world than you, he prefers to uphold the facade of a refined gentleman who roams around the city’s art district for leisure. He looks the part without issues, so why not play the part flawlessly as well?

“Papa.”

“Hmm?”

“What’s familiarize ?” Eren tilts his head again. He does that a lot when asking questions.

“It’s a fancier word when you want to learn about something.”

“Oh, okay, I get it.”

The man nods at that.

After enjoying a piece and taking note of the colors on the canvas, you take a peek at Levi and Eren. It seems like they reached the section of the romantic paintings, which is in the next room.

Before starting this trip, you feel the telltale bubbling of hopelessness creeping into your stomach. You want to trust Eren in making your mission possible but the boy is much too optimistic about the wrong things, to begin with. Guilt gnaws at your insides for feeling that way about a child you’re supposed to be used for the benefit of the majority. If your coworkers are to see you now, they’d be harsher than normal about your actions. You’re starting to show attachment to this boy. Maybe because he reminds you of your childhood and the state of the future of this continent, which is collectively known to be the children striving hard in this generation. You continue watching the two as they converse with each other, probably something about the funny faces people make in paintings. A small smile tugs on your lips when Eren laughs and bounces in Levi’s arm, something that the man struggles with because Eren might fall.

It’s starting to come together.

“Mama!”

“Brat, don’t just shout in here.”

“Oops.” Eren covers his lips with his palms. “Mama,” he whispers after cupping his mouth with his hands. “Come here!”

You lightly laugh in your place, waving at them as you maneuver to where they’re waiting for you. Upon reaching them, Eren cheers and you can’t help but give him a kiss on the cheek. He’s too adorable not to be doted on. Levi, on the other hand, stares at you two giving affection to each other. You rub Eren’s arm while saying, “How was the museum? Did you find anything interesting, Eren?”

“Mm-hmm! Papa showed me so much stuff!”

“Oh, really?” Your eyes meet Levi’s.

Levi shrugs. “It’s not a big deal.”

You smile at him. “Thank you, Levi. Truly.”

His breath hitches. “Again, it’s not a big deal.”

Your eyes crinkle and your cheeks glow with warmth. “No.” You shake your head, slightly tilting at an angle that has your hair brushing against your cheek. It frames your face in a way that Levi stares at. You’re oblivious to that fact, however. You look at Levi from underneath your eyelashes, glowing with gratitude for helping Eren acquaint himself with this new environment. One less thing to worry about. “You’ve guided Eren with the things that are supposed to have general knowledge on. It’s a big deal for me.”

Levi grumbles, looking away from you.

“Are Mama and Papa gonna kiss?”

You and Levi swivel your heads to the innocent boy.

“Absolutely not!”

��What in the world are you talking about, brat?! Where did you learn this stuff, huh?”

“Ow, Papa, you’re squishing my cheek!”

“Tell me where you know this from.”

The sight of your … husband pinching Eren’s cheek like mochi makes you laugh. It’s coming from a place where you can only see in your dreams, during the hours when longing entangles in the air like a sillage you can’t shake. Right now, it’s tangible and it’s playing right in front of your eyes. For an unfeeling spy who’s done so much for the people she vowed to protect, you feel putty when given the chance to act normal in a job. The motherly instincts that always spark around Eren stem from the need to give children a better place to live after bringing down a government that’s plaguing everything from the inside. Your laughter reaches the two, prompting the child embodiment of summer to giggle alongside you and the man who swallowed the moon to soften the lines around his eyes.

“What a lovely family.”

The three of you bring your attention to an old lady happily regarding you with a hand placed on her cheek. A glint of nostalgia glimmers in her eyes, the lines dipped with genuineness.

“Oh,” you regain your bearing. “Thank you.”

The old lady coos at Eren. “Make sure to never give your parents a hard time, okay?”

Eren nods in determination.

“How cute!”

He smiles at the compliment, one that has his eyes curling in crescents.

“Then, I wish you happy endeavors on this trip!”

“Say bye,” Levi nudges Eren.

“Bye-bye, Grandma!”

“Goodbye,” you wave. “Be safe as well.”

It’s not a huge step but you’re getting there.

Eleutheria Private Academy is named after a godly figure known for her reign over the virtue of liberty. In ancient times, she was carved on every coin by the people who worship her, giving her a place in history. How ironic that the personification of freedom is found within the clutches of the very nation that suppresses thousands and blames the current generation for the sin of their ancestors. The statue located at the heart of this academy mocks the Eldian people parading around in Marley skin, all desperate for their children to be accepted in this school for the sake of permanent residency and prolonged glory (unless the kid gets kicked out for being the dumbest in their class — now that is an achievement many families share).

Pulled by the sense to get back at the Marley people passing by, you place a hand on your heart, bowing your head a little to show respect to the patron of liberty even the Eldians pray for in their internment zones. You’ve seen her statues in every Eldian household you’ve visited. It’s almost like an altar, decorated with flowers or anything that signifies what freedom is to people. Without you knowing, Eren and Levi follow your example. Yet again. This time, Eren does it with a very resolute expression carved on his fluffy face. Levi does it because you’re doing it. He trusts your judgment. You’re the one who knows the most about the interview that’s going to happen in a few hours.

You hold Eren’s hand as you walk while Levi holds the bag filled with the necessities for the day.

A sudden chill goes up your spine.

Somebody’s watching your every move.

Is it an enemy?

(Eren gawks at you.)

So, this is how they’re going to do it. Hange mentioned something about how the academy sifts through the candidates, how the number of families dwindled not even an hour before the interview. Everybody is playing on the palms of the benefactors of this institution, almost like a kid who received her first dancing music box on a blizzardous evening. They think they’re omniscient gods for looking down at the people scrambling to get a spot for their children. You can just imagine them looking through their Galilean binoculars, gauging the mannerisms of every family and down to the quality of threads holding their outfits together. Good thing you requested the best seamstress across the continent for the clothes you three are wearing today. Those who you consider close in the Wings of Freedom made it happen with the connections. The benefactors are probably listing the many candidates they favor and the ones they distaste.

So far so good — nobody approaches you during your walk to the main entrance of the central building.

“Help!”

You turn to the cry and find a plump kid stuck in a drain for a sewage system. What the hell? How?

“Mama, he’s screaming for help,” Eren tugs on your hand.

Still staring at the child with no adult fretting around him, you reply with furrowed brows, “I see him, Eren.”

One thing flashes into your mind. It’s a test. You look around the tinted windows of the buildings. They’re expecting people kind enough to help the child but mindful of the mud that will inevitably dirty any covering garments. You meet Levi’s pensive gaze. You just know that he shares the same conclusion as you. But judging from his cleaning spree around the apartment you live in with him, he’s bound to have second thoughts. He’s most likely thinking that the child is better off stuck in the sewer rather than having his clothes splattered with disgusting mud.

Though, you’re proven wrong when Levi hands you the bag and rolls his suit to his elbows pulling the child from where he’s stuck in. A rain of mud finds its way on his clothes, thankfully only on his jacket, which is a tan piece of clothing that makes the mud more visible to the naked eye. The kid then runs away to somewhere with his clothes dripping on the ground. No adult comes to pick him up. So, it really is a preliminary test for the interview.

“[Name].”

You turn to Levi.

“I packed an extra set of clothes for everyone.”

You raise your eyebrows in pleasant surprise. “Oh, here.” You give him the bag.

“Thank you. I’ll be right back. Let me change in the comfort rooms real quick.”

“Okay,” you bid him a momentary goodbye before making sure Eren is right by your side.

“Papa is cool,” he blurts out.

Levi packing extra clothes for future countermeasures is very much like him. You nod at the boy’s remark. “Yes, he is.”

The onyx-haired man comes back with a pristine dark brown suit, which still matches the color palette you’re going for the entire family. Now, he even has a fedora on his head to complete his outfit. You stare at his outstretched palm. “Give me your hand.” You follow his instruction and he gently places it on the crook of his elbow, very much like how you two walk side by side during the many outings you did around the city. In your state of awe, he swipes the bag from your free hand and firmly holds it in his. “Let’s go to the venue,” is all he offers as a response to your gawking. Even Eren buzzes with excitement now that his Papa looks so cool. You merely nod at him, letting him lead this time.

The bubble of peace bursts because, “Everybody, take cover! The animals at the petting zoo got out!”

“This is not a test anymore,” Levi curses near your ear.

You immediately pick up Eren in your arms, the boy squirming to get a good look at the wailing cows, horses, winged creatures, and small mammals creating a stampede of frantic people. What in the world is this school? Is this what Marley is on good days?

“[Name], take care of Eren for a bit.”

“Levi? What—?”

“I’ll handle things,” is the enigmatic reply of your husband.

Then, you hear a child crying again. Dread pools in your stomach at the sight of a young boy near Eren’s age reaching out for help, his body strewn on the ground and his limbs shaking in fear. “Shit.” The curse comes out of your mouth faster than you can ever think before you run with Eren in your arms. You scoop the kid and hug him and Eren close to you, sprinting to avoid the animals. You search the vicinity for any parent shouting pleas of their lost child but with all the commotion brought by the stampede, you can’t even focus. You can feel Eren adjusting himself in your hold, all to comfort the crying boy beside him. Good thing that Eren doesn’t cry that much.

“Anthony, where are you?!”

The boy in your arms lifts his head.

You look down at him. “Is that your father?”

He nods.

You pull him and Eren closer to you. “Okay, hold on tight, you two.”

The reflexes you have accumulated through the years manifest as you try your best to avoid getting trampled by the stampede. The man who’s shouting for Anthony is standing by the buildings, hugging a pillar for his dear life. With all the jostling you endure, it’s a miracle that you never once poked a person in their pressure points. You reach the location of the boy’s father and once he sets his eyes on the trembling child holding onto you, his expression is a mixture of immense relief and gratitude. “Here’s your son, sir.”

“Oh, my God, Anthony!” He opens his arms and you let the boy down to receive his hug. “Thank you so much, ma’am! That was incredible!”

“No problem, sir,” you smile at him.

You leave them be so that they can have their moment, your eyes turning to the stampede once again in search of Levi. Shit.

“Mama,” Eren calls.

“What is it, Eren?”

“I’m dizzy and my head hurts.”

You cup Eren’s head as he wobbles. “The medicine is with Levi.” He whimpers in pain and you feel helpless that you can’t do anything about it but wait for your husband to finish whatever plan he has. “Hold on a second, Eren.” You wish this will alleviate his pain even just a little. You open your purse and sift through the contents of that familiar tin container you impulsively bought after the written exams because Eren told you it smells good. You twist the cap of the container and place the opened ointment underneath Eren’s nose. Almost immediately, the little boy’s scrunched face loosens. You sigh in relief. Again, you ensure that Eren won’t fall while you try to get a glob of the ointment. You spread it on Eren’s temple, letting the coolness of the ingredients wash away Eren’s headache. “Is it okay now, Eren?” you ask against his hair, letting his face be buried in the crook of your neck.

He nods, his hair brushing on your cheek. “Yes, Mama.”

You plant a soft kiss on the crown of his head.

A head of black jumping around the stampede catches your eye.

Levi is hitting the animals at the base of their necks.

What?

After the last cow has been jabbed by Levi, the crowd settles and the dust wraps around the huge courtyard before a round of applause lights up everyone’s faces. Even with everyone asking for a second of his time, Levi stops to look at you from the middle of the courtyard. He pushes his way until he reaches you and Eren. He stares at you even with the distance lessened. “I didn’t get the suit dirty this time.”

You slightly shook your head, trailing your eyes over his clothing. “That’s good.”

“Is he alright?”

Eren is still inhaling the ointment in his tiny hands. “It’s better than earlier. The ointment helped this time.”

Levi nods. “Let me take the medicine from the bag.” He rummages in the carry-on bag for a small bottle of medicine and a tumbler of cool water. “Tell him the medicine is here now.”

You run your hand through Eren’s hair. “Eren, you have to take the medicine for your headaches.”

The boy whines.

Levi glares at the bottle like it committed the gravest crime known to humanity. “It’s going to be over before you know it, brat.”

Eren refuses to budge from his position.

You coax him, “Eren, you can always drink water right after. The bitterness won’t last.”

“We’ll buy you your favorite ice cream, brat.”

“Wha—”

“Oh, and the limited edition toy you’re trying so hard to convince [Name] to get.”

“Hey—”

And that’s all it takes for Eren to drink the medicine.

The previous kid that was interviewed is crying waterfalls as her family is getting out of the extravagant doors. The mother looks dejected and the father has his soul flying out to heaven as everyone gulps at their state. That’s the last family and it’s finally your turn. You have to suck up every bit of nervousness in your stomach, which is the first time in your entire life. No mission has challenged you like this one.

“Ackerman family, come this way please!”

Whatever outcome this crusade gives is the future of the continent.

“Good morning, Ackermans,” Dot Pyxis hiccups from his seat. You can’t miss the side glares he’s given from both men on the long couch. You already anticipate that this old man is drunker than when Hange gets a taste of a single sip of liquor on payday. The questions coming from him are also on the milder side since he’s reading from the clipboard he’s hiding his flask in — courtesy of the microphone you planted the night before in this very room. What amateurs are the security guards and lousy the system is? “Thank you for assigning your time today. Please,” he hiccups again, “have a seat.”

There are three separate single couches positioned in front of the panel, all to separate the child from the parents. There will be no chance of Eren asking for help from you two. You can only hope that Eren remembers the answers that you practiced with him. You school your face into that of a composed mother willing to place her child in an academia of enlightenment, posture straight and legs perfectly positioned like the royalties of the city. Just like you rehearsed, Levi places a hand on yours, squeezing it to show that a loving husband can still be possible in today’s generation. You can’t help but squeeze back. At this, Levi looks at you in alarm. This isn’t in the script. After a few seconds, he lets it be — your fingers now intertwined on your lap.

Dot clears his throat. “Shall we begin with the interview?”

Dot Pyxis. A genius in history guises underneath the facade of a drunkard. A favorite of his students since he never fails to make them comfortable. Has weekly drinking sessions with the legal students (more specifically the juniors and seniors of the college department) in the nearest fancy bar. Despite being tipsy during the hours he’s awake, he remains levelheaded when giving recitations, which means that the answers in today’s interview still matter. The correct way to answer his questions is to be true to yourself — he can smell a lie from a mile away.

“This is your second husband, correct?” Dot asks with a smile and half-lidded eyes. “How did you two meet?” His tone entails genuine curiosity.

Straight to the point. Of course, having more than one partner today (though not at the same time) is seen as something unusual. For whatever reason, the mindset of society continues to be closed-minded no matter what issue it is. Dot merely asks it because it’s required of him to do so, as seen in the almost smug expression of one of the interviewers.

A wistful smile makes way on your face, coloring your face in a sheen of softness that’s only reserved for your little family. “My husband and I,” you add a sigh for full effect, “we first met at a time when I truly needed someone to lean on and someone willing to accept whatever I can offer — my love, affection, and time. It’s an unlikely meeting — in a tailor shop where Eren and I usually have our garments fixed. He caught my eye like no other. After my first husband went out of the picture, I vowed to never let myself be vulnerable to someone … until I met Levi.” You release a shaky breath that Levi interprets as you needing support so he rubs his thumb at the back of your hand. “I’m lucky to have found him, actually. Eren is also lucky to have a father like him.”

Two of the interviewers smile at your answer while the remaining one scoffs. That’s more than enough — two people who will be in favor of your conjured sob story.

Dot focuses on Levi. “Same question, Mr. Ackerman.”

Levi never deters from staring at the front. “At the tailor shop. She approached me first, telling me that I’m handsome. The rest is history. And I’m grateful for it.”

This isn’t in the script. You curiously peer at your husband.

“[Name] is a wonderful woman who raised Eren on her own while working in the local library full time and without missing any days. I’ve never thought of forming a family in all my years but being welcomed in a household that’s built by her, I’m glad to say that maybe it’s time for me to be a better man and stand as a worthy husband to her and a worthy father for her son, Eren.”

“Good.” Dot harrumphs in approval. “A perfect family in the making and a stable one at that. We value that here in Eleutheria.”

You almost sigh in relief.

The plump man in the middle laughs.

Rod Reiss. The CEO of Reiss Enterprises and a known adulterer. It was a chaotic spin to his carefully crafted plot when his illegitimate daughter is unearthed to the public, who is also applying to be a student in this private academy. It also went downhill when he welcomed her into his household, prompting his wife to divorce him and take full custody of half of their children. At that, he directed his anger to the woman he had an affair with, ultimately killing the poor soul. A corrupted soul through and through. He’s the reason why the families who were interviewed were all crying. He hates looking at perfect families the most, seeing as he never got to see his own achieve such a feat.

“Women with children leave a bad taste in my mouth. Why waste your time on a widowed mother when you can have fresher options? For a man like you, Mister Ackerman, you’re sure to attract quite the pool.”

“Excuse me?” Levi dangerously murmured.

“What a disgusting comment, Reiss,” Darius Zackly spits out.

The headmaster of the college department, just the second highest position in the school. That’s enough words to describe the man.

Dot blinks at Rod. “Okay, next question. What made you decide to enroll your child in this institution?”

To get close to my target, Willy Tybur .

“Nothing compares to the quality of the education offered at Eleutheria Academy. I’ve seen countless reports and articles regarding the facilities, teachers, and curriculum, and they pushed me to give my Eren the best of the best. The graduates and the instructors alike are all talented, cultured, and knowledgeable in the fields that they pursue and teach.” The next words will physically pain you to say. “Only this school will instill nobility and patriotism to our Eren, both of which are necessary to stand among our continent’s most elite.”

They approve. You bite your tongue.

“We would like to hear about Eren in terms of his parent’s perspective,” Dot continues. “What are his strengths and weaknesses?”

“Eren has this sense of determination that children his age don't possess. He is eager and enthusiastic to learn about things that entice him. Though, it can be his weakness since he only fixates on those that he finds interesting. Nonetheless, it makes him wise for someone his age. He’s so empathetic and intuitive that I’m convinced he’s reading our minds.”

Eren jolts at that.

“His weakness might stem from the fact that he never got out that much before I met Levi since I have work. He carries that till now.”

“What do you see in Eren, Mr. Ackerman? How would you describe your parenting style?”

“I’m not his biological father,” Levi starts. “At first, I might have been a little too cold on him since I have never adjusted to having a kid around a place that I call home.” He glances at you. “However, I took the time to bond with him, which results in a more lenient side that balances my already strict nature.”

“Mrs. Jaeger-Ackerman mentioned something about him not getting out of the house much. Do you ever bring him outside for a more proactive activity?”

“Proactive activity?” Levi murmurs.

“That’s what I’m wondering about,” Rod sneers. “Are you even teaching your kid some sports? He looks like he could be picked on by other children.” The man snickers. “A sheltered boy is not ideal for someone who’s supposed to grow up as masculine.”

“There’s nothing wrong with not being sporty—”

“Levi,” you placate, placing both of your hands around his, which is still on your lap. Your husband leans back on the couch and lets your ministrations calm him. “My husband has his own way of bonding with our son. Cleaning the house and maintaining neatness is still proactive activity, both of which is what my husband likes to do with Eren.

“All right, that’s it for the parents,” Dot claps. “Let’s move on to your son. Little boy—”

“Yes?”

“Wow, what great manners! Can you tell me your name and address?”

Eren nods. “My name is Eren Jaeger-Ackerman! My home is on Victoria Street … Sina apartments … something, Mister Sir!”

“And what do you like to do when you’re not in school?”

Eren knows this.

The boy beams. “Looking at paintings with Papa and watching ballet with Mama. We also eat at restaurants and have walks around the park!”

Good gracious, your Eren is perfect. Your smile is genuine now.

“What sort of things do you want to do at Eleutheria Academy?”

So far so good—

“To expose the secrets of the … boss?”

What?

Eren, the answer is to read the books I want to read and learn so many things!

“A-And read books and learn things!”

“Our Eren is so ambitious,” you croon, smile faker than the identity you’re supposed to be playing. “He’s curious about the lives of those who achieve the highest position of leadership.”

Darius hums behind his mustache. “Do you know the name of the headmaster, boy?”

We’ve gone through this a million times, Eren. It’s Ivan Dimitrie Fritz .

“Ee-van Dimitree Vitz. Sir.”

“... Do you understand how he came to his position?”

Eren once again nods. “He has to dance on a fire mat and jump down from a cliff to prevent being captured.”

Wait, is that the newest episode in that spy show he likes ?

Dot intervenes. “Eren, I’m about to ask you a few questions about your parents. What does your mother do for a living?”

“A sp—”

You tense up.

“Special person in the library! She brings back so many cool books. I love reading all of them!”

“Tell me about your father. What is he like?”

“Ooh, Papa is super cool! I want to be like him when I grow up! He’s kind of mean but he gives the best milk tea!”

Levi squeezes your hand again.

“If you have to give your parents a score, what would it be?”

Eren speaks without hesitation. “A perfect hundred points. No, even better — much more than that! They’re amazing and I love them so much. I want to be with them forever!”

Rod just had to open his mouth. “Who do you like better? Your old dad or your new one?”

“Reiss—”

“It’s a good one, I must say,” the plump man gives a half-smile that screams insensitivity.

“Can I request another question?” You lean forward with a dangerous glare.

“No, no, this is perfect! Answer immediately or I’ll give my vote to cast you out.”

A glint from the corner of your eyes makes you stop. For a boy who never once cried except when you have to leave him alone for the day, openly has tears running from his bottom eyelids. His wide eyes don't help the situation either because it appears that he’s seeing something that nobody has an inkling of. Eren looks pained, traumatized even. You let go of Levi’s hand to kneel in front of your little boy. “Eren? Sweetie?” You cup his face but he’s still out of it. He flinches at your touch. His breathing hitches every so often and it angers you that the worst fucking question puts him in this state. You whirl to the pompous man who’s the cause of all this. “Can’t you have a little bit of tact?! Who would ask that in an interview? Much less to a child?!”

The man doesn’t shut his trap. “Our dorms are full of children who live separately from their parents. This is no place for a kid who cries over a small thing.”

“A small thing?” You clench your teeth. “You good-for-nothing—”

Levi lunges for Rod, fist in the air and eyes glaring right through him.

“Levi!”

The table in between the couches breaks in half.

Blood drips from Levi’s fist down to the mangled pieces of wood. His wide-eyed glare is still on a cowering Rod. “There was a fucking mosquito on the table. I just had to kill it. Who knows what my punch lands on next?”

You pick up Eren in your arms. The boy grasps your shoulders in his tiny fists. “Thank you for your time,” you drone, turning toward the door, ignoring the squawking Rod is making. Levi follows after you, his large hand on the small of your back while his other one opens the door to let you pass through first. You pause. “If belittling the feelings of children is a part of this school’s educational philosophy,” Eren sniffles on your shoulder, “then, I made a wrong decision enrolling our son here. Have a good day.”

The door closes behind you and you can hear a grunt from behind it. To hell with it all.

Eren cries all the way home. Levi prepares the tea and you’re trying to come up with possible solutions as to how this mission goes from here. You’re so caught up in thinking of alternative actions when you feel a tug on your sleeve. Eren is standing right beside your thighs, his head toward the floor, but you can still see the tear tracks on his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, Mama. I did bad today.”

“No, no, Eren,” you tell him. “Don’t apologize, you did nothing wrong. I’m sure you don’t even like the school.”

“I do!”

“What?”

“I want to go there.” He grips your wrist. “I have to go there!”

You let emotions get to you in that interview, something that you shouldn’t have done. But after seeing Eren so shaken at a question, you never thought about the mission at all. Rather, you went to save Eren from the scrutinizing stares of the interviewers. Judging from the orphanage, Eren didn’t experience the smallest smidge of care. How much more from his real father? You can see fear being reflected inside Eren’s eyes earlier and it has something to do with the person responsible for his birth. Was he abused? To think that people resort to that is disgusting to you. You let Eren cling to you as he cries. You only run your fingers through his hair, his sobs more painful than the needles and bullets that have pierced your skin through the years.

Levi places a cup of tea in front of you. You meet his gaze and without saying anything, you take a sip of your cup. Surprisingly, it tastes like hope.

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Strawberry Wine: Part Three

pairing: barn au: danny × fem!reader enemies to lovers)

summary: after a terrible accident, y/n finds herself hurting in more ways than one.

word count: 2.6k

warnings (for this part): talk of injury, a small bit of angst… not many warnings tbh

a/n: this is the final part… for now! who knows, in the future i might find myself needing to write more for this series so idk we shall see i suppose!! also, i listened to “need you now” by lady a while writing the beginning of this part so maybe give it a good listen if you have the desire to do so

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The afternoon sun spilled onto the worn carpet of your bedroom, creating a bright, warm spot for your cat to curl up in. She was snoozing blissfully as you stared up at the ceiling, your fingers fidgeting with the old cotton quilt on your bed. The breakfast your mother brought you sat untouched on your bedside table. It had been two days of being bedridden, and you were just about ready to claw your own eyes out.

Doctor’s orders were no reading, no TV, no physical activity of any kind, and no horses until you were feeling better. To make matters worse, Susannah canceled all lessons for the rest of the month to make sure you had plenty of time to heal, which meant that the ranch was devastatingly quiet and still. You missed hearing the giggles of little girls and the laughter between friends that would ring through the trees and dance through the tall grass. But for the rest of July, the only people at Nightingale Ranch would be you, Susannah, and Daniel.

Out your bedroom window, you had a good view of the barn. You spent most of your time staring through the glass, watching the breeze make waves over the fields and the sun inch slowly across the sky. But you also watched Daniel work. Even without lessons being held, someone still had to take care of the horses.

He had a job to do, and you understood that.

But you didn’t understand why he hadn’t come to visit you even once.

The last time you two spoke was when you were discharged from the ER the night of your fall. Your mother on one side of the bed, Daniel on the other, the nurse looked between the two as he shared instructions for taking care of you over the next few days. And Daniel had been nodding along and listening intently.

They rolled you out in a wheelchair. You knew you were fully capable of walking, but when you tried to protest, the nurse, your mother, and Daniel shut you down. Daniel’s hands were loose on the handlebars as he pushed you through the sliding doors of the hospital exit out into the darkened parking lot, your mother walking beside Danny and poring over the stapled packet the nurse had handed her detailing a daily schedule for grade two concussion aftercare. She mumbled through it, occasionally making her words clear so Daniel could hear. The three of you approached Susannah’s dusty, decades-old silver SUV.

“She should take Tylenol instead of Advil if she’s hurting. Something about ‘risk of bleeding?’”

Daniel nodded. Like he’d personally be the one handing you the pills and holding a bottle of water to your lips.

“Rest up, Y/N,” Daniel said, pressing one of his hands to your shoulder. “I, uh… just– let me know if you need anything.”

You smiled as you watched him cross the parking lot, heading towards his pickup. The red glow of his tail lights slowly pulled away as your mother helped you into the passenger seat of her car. You wished he was the one driving you home. You wished he would squeeze your hand tight and press kisses on the tops of your cheeks and tell you how much he loved you.

Soft knocks at your bedroom door brought you back to reality.

“Honey? You hungry for lunch?” Susannah pushed the door open and leaned on the doorknob. Her greying hair was twisted up in a claw clip, and a light button-up hung from her narrow frame.

You shook your head, quickly wiping a tear. But not before your mother could notice.

“Oh, sweetie…” she said, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. Her gentle hands stroked your hair. “I know you’re frustrated. And I know you miss your students and the horses. But you gotta give your brain time to heal up.”

You only nodded, your throat squeezed up tight, knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak without crying. A small swell of relief washed through you at the thought that your mother perhaps didn’t know the exact reason for your tears.

Susannah clucked her tongue in sympathy, her eyebrows knitting together.

“Is there anything I can do?” she asked quietly, still petting your head.

She then paused, noticing how you wouldn’t meet her eyes. She followed your gaze out the window and towards the barn, where Daniel was outside, walking Guinevere back from the pasture.

A moment of knowing silence between a mother and her lonely daughter.

“Do you want me to bring him up to see you?”

Your heart froze. You knew she had seen the way Daniel had rescued you. How he had cared for you and sat by your bed in the emergency room, making sure you never once woke up from your fitful bursts of sleep alone.

“No, mama,” you responded, your voice slightly hoarse. Truthfully, you wanted to see him more than anything. But you wanted him to want to, not to do so at the order of his boss.

“Are you sure? I know I’m not the best company,” she said with a little laugh.

She sighed, pressing her lips into a thin line, searching for her words.

“He cares about you, baby.”

“No, he doesn’t—“

She put up a hand, stopping you.

“But you have to let him care.”

With that, she gave you a few pats on your leg and stood up to leave. You watched her close the door, leaving you with her words hanging in the air like swords about to drop and slice you into pieces.

How were you supposed to just let Daniel care about you? Especially since he hasn’t made any effort to convince you to do so?

You wouldn’t let yourself get hurt again. You hadn’t always had claws. But after getting used and heartbroken by one too many careless men, you had decided to stop being soft. You couldn’t afford it anymore.

~~~

The sun had finished its journey across the sky, sending the landscape outside your window into a deep blue darkness. The warm lamp beside your bed kept the night at bay, and with the loss of the sunshine, your cat decided your lap was a more preferable place to sleep.

More soft knocks at your door.

“I’m not hungry, mama.”

The figure that appeared behind the opening door was much taller and broader than your mother.

Daniel looked out of place in your bedroom— too rugged for such a soft place.

You shot up, sitting against the headboard of the bed, your jaw slightly clenched. Daniel gave a timid wave. He stalled in the doorway, looking around your room with gentle eyes. His gaze roamed, catching on framed pictures, stuffed animals, and glow-in-the-dark stars somehow still stuck on the ceiling above your bed. Your cat chirped and hopped off your lap, purring as she wove between Daniel’s ankles.

He cleared his throat softly and spoke in a quiet voice. “How are you feeling?”

You swallowed, trying to find your voice after hardly speaking in a couple days. “I’m fine.”

There were countless unspoken words in the way he was looking at you. You waited for him to explain his behavior in the emergency room, why he hasn’t come to see you, why he was here now, why he could be so intimate with you and then pretend it never happened, why he never stopped teasing you—

“Are you?”

“What?”

“Are you fine?” he said, clearing his throat again and looking down.

You stared at him, then your eyes fell to your fidgeting fingers, your tongue darting out to relieve your dry lips. You found yourself shaking your head. Your jaw was clenched tight.

He nodded, still standing awkwardly in the doorway. “Um. Is there… anything I can do?”

You couldn’t help it. You let out a bitter chuckle. How did he not know that all you wanted was to be held by him? Or maybe he did know, and this whole thing was just another cruel torment.

“Did my mom tell you to come up here?” Your eyes flicked back up to study his face.

“What?”

“My mom. Did she tell you to check on me?”

He sighed, his head falling slightly. He took a deep breath, and released it as he spoke. His shoulders slumped as he gently, nervously tapped his fist on the doorknob.

“She, uhh… she suggested it, yeah.”

You nodded sharply, your suspicions confirmed. You ground your teeth.

“You can go.”

Daniel’s head shot up, his eyes confused, bordering on pathetic.

“I said, you can go. You obviously don’t want to be here. You’ve checked me off your chore list, so you can go home now, Daniel.”

Your words came out sour, bursting off your tongue like scorching sparks. The anger within you was simmering, and it made your fragile head hurt.

“You’re not a chore, Y/N.”

The softness of his voice gave you pause for just a moment, but you were growing tired of his extremes— you either got the caring gentleman or the quippy rogue. You just wanted the truth.

“I clearly am. Anything your boss tells you to take care of is a chore.”

“She didn’t force me to do anything, Y/N—“

“I don’t want you here.”

Daniel scoffed, his hand flying up in a gesture of frustration. His voice was raspy with quiet irritation.

“Alright. I’ll go.”

As he turned to leave, you raised your voice, and he stopped.

“Why didn’t you come to see me?”

He turned back around, one of his hands rubbing his forehead, as if he was the one with the concussion. His voice was sharp.

“I’m here now, and you just told me to leave. I feel like that’s a good enough explanation.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I thought you wouldn’t want me here!” He took a breath to compose himself, shrugging. “Turns out I was right.”

You ground your teeth. For the thousandth time, you found yourself at an impasse with Daniel. You two just stared at each other for a moment. More unspoken words were exchanged that neither of you wanted to give life to.

“Do you want me to go?” Daniel asked softly, his eyes darting up from the floor. His gaze almost looked vulnerable.

“No.”

He nodded. Daniel walked into your bedroom, stepping carefully, like the floor was made of porcelain. He sat softly on the edge of your bed, being mindful of his work jeans on your covers. He put his hand over yours, stilling your fidgeting fingers.

Your eyes met. The moment felt quiet. The tension had eased slightly now that he was touching you.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve been checking on you.”

“It’s alright. I… I should’ve made it more clear that I wanted you to check on me.”

“No, this is on me, heiress,” he said, chuckling lightly. “Don’t fight me on this. Let me take this one.”

You smiled in spite of yourself, your head dropping. One of his fingers touched your chin to make you face him. Your breath caught, your eyes wide. His touch trailed along your jaw, then he tucked your hair behind your ear, as if to see your face better. His hand settled gently on the back of your neck.

His eyes darted over your every feature, like he was drinking in your visage. You saw Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He took a deep breath.

He started to lean in, but stopped when you flinched a bit in surprise. His voice was desperate and raspy, laced with apology.

“Are you gonna fight me on this?”

You shook your head, bringing one of your hands up to where his shoulder met with his neck. “No.”

You leaned in the rest of the way and let your lips meet. As opposed to every other time you found yourself this close to Daniel, the energy now was peaceful. Your mouths moved in tandem, the usual fevered vigor replaced with tender softness. His hand on the back of your neck brought you close to him, his other hand on your quilt-covered thigh. You couldn’t help the feeling of hope that rose within you– the hope that maybe you’d share more kisses like this with Daniel, rather than always being nothing but fire and poison with him.

He pulled away after a minute or two— not because he wanted the kiss to end, but because he wanted to look at your face again. A soft smile graced his lips, and it spread up to his eyes, making them sparkle in the dim light.

“My mom will kill you if she finds you up here kissing me,” you whispered with a blushing smile.

“Then she’ll just have to kill me.”

He leaned back in for another quick kiss, and you giggled against your will. You felt lighter, barely noticing the night outside your window.

~~~

Susannah opened your bedroom door the next morning, carrying a little knowing smile rather than a breakfast plate.

“How’d you sleep last night?”

You froze for a moment, hoping that Danny’s escape out your window last night after making out for hours and his subsequent climb down the trellis didn’t wake your mother.

“Good. You?”

She still hasn’t lost her smirk. Your hope was fading.

“Someone has a little surprise for you.”

Your hope was suddenly back, and it was back in spades.

“What?” you asked, unable to keep the smile out of your voice.

Susannah came to your bedside, helping you out of bed. You decided not to push her supportive hand out from under your arm like you have done the past couple days. You let her accompany you down the stairs and out onto the front porch, the fresh air and the warmth on your skin feeling euphoric after being caged up.

Daniel stood at the bottom of the wooden porch steps, holding a picnic basket in one of his hands and a blanket over his arm.

He looked endearingly shy as he shrugged slightly and spoke.

“I figured you might want to spend some time outside.”

You heard him leave off “with me” from the end of that sentence.

Susannah took her hand off of you, letting you go to Daniel. You were surprised she was even allowing you to be outside; she kept saying that the sun in your eyes might hurt your head. But right now, the sunshine felt like a balm to your soul. Or maybe it was Daniel smiling at you.

You descended the few steps towards him, wobbling only once. Daniel reached out his free hand, offering you his help. You took it.

Strawberry juice dripped down your chin. Daniel leaned forward and wiped it off with his thumb. He smirked as he brought the finger to his mouth, letting the sweetness spread over his tongue.

He had laid the blanket out in the back pasture, and Guinevere was grazing lazily nearby. You didn’t learn until later that Daniel had led her out earlier that morning so that you could be near her. A small gesture, but one that meant the world to you.

Daniel suddenly laid down on the blanket, pulling you on top of him. He was warm and solid, something wonderful to hold onto.

He tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled up at you.

Words of “what are we?” and “where do we go from here?” threatened to drip from the tip of your tongue and splash onto his cheerful face. But you held them back.

Right now, you didn’t care what the two of you were. Or what you might someday turn out to be, or not to be. All you knew was that this felt good. This felt good for you right now. And that was enough.

Kisses like strawberry wine in the sunshine were enough.

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writer-komaru · 2 years

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I’ve been having dreams about Nagito a lot lately, but the one I had recently made me just want to shower him in ever more love. This boy is just so sweet I’m literally dyingggg.

So I shall create…

Flustering Nagito

Pt.1 Pt.2

This boy has very pale skin. So much so that he has to use like spf 75 when he goes somewhere sunny. So much so that some people think he is a ghost when they see him walking down the street. So much so that he has to take iron supplements due to the very low iron in his blood (which is one of the reasons for his skins light color).

But, there are more consequences to his skins light appearance then you might think. It also means that he blushes very, very easily, and it’s plan as day to see. Even if it’s a small blush, it still illuminates his soft completion, making it hard for him to cover it up.

But this was never really a problem for him because no one ever made him blush. He has bigger, more important things to worry about, anyways.

Until you came along. This may be a cliché, but you really weren’t like the others when it comes to him. His classmates are kind of nice (overly nice in his eyes) but they never chatted with him, ate with him at lunch, or ever greeted him good morning when he came in. Besides you. When you joined their class, it all changed for him.

“Hello, my name is L/N Y/N and I’m moving here from my home town. I hope I can work hard to become a proper classmate for you all.”

With a polite bow, you scanned the room. Everyone was so different here. Some people were smiling at you, some were frowning, some where looking at you too much, and some were straight up sleeping. But, you were excited none the less. The day you woke up to a letter in the mail from Hopes peak, you couldn’t believe your eyes. You had tried to sign up to the illustrious school a few weeks ago but when you never got confirmation that you were accepted, you moved on with your life. But to finally be here was the best feeling in the whole entire world!

“Very nice! Very nice! L/N, why don’t you take a seat next to…….

…..

Komaeda!”

Nagito’s eyes widened at the sound of his name. You were going to sit next to him? Why him? Isn’t there better options for you then to sit next to a disgusting person like him? But if that’s what Chisa wanted, he wouldn’t complain. You quickly took your seat next to him and the lesson for the day finally began.

….

……

BING BONG DING DONG!

The school bell for lunch finally rang out.

“Finally!!! I’m absolutely sttttaaarrrvvvving!~ Hey Tsumiki, let’s eat together!”

Ibuki jumped up from her spot and grabbed Mikan’s hand, pulling her over to her desk.

“O-o-o-okay Mioda… I-if you want to….”

Mikan looked down at the floor, seemingly nervous.

You could only wonder why.

“So, your names Komaeda, right?”

Nagito quickly looked at you, surprised that someone (especially you) were talking to him.

“Uh, yes. And you’re name is L/N?”

“Mhm. Do you want to eat lunch together?”

Lunch…..? Together……? You wanted to eat….. with him? Trash like him? Heheh….. hehehehheh…. It was funny how naive you are. You don’t even know the low level trash he is. Or, maybe it was just as mistake. Or maybe-

“Hmmm? You okay?

“Oh, uh-“

He tried to answer you, a yes was what he wanted to say, but for some reason, he couldn’t say anything. You eyes were glued to you, scanning your features. And he couldn’t deny you were very pretty to him. Ah! Why was he looking at you so long?! You were probably thinking about how weird he is! Oh crap, this was too much for him.

“I-I…..”

“I-I have to go to the bathroom.”

He suddenly got up from his desk and swiftly walked out of the door and straight to the boys restroom. He locked the stall door behind him and leaned against it was a long sign. He looked down at his hands. What was this feeling?! Why was he acting this way?! His face felt so hot… his mind felt so hot…. Like it was burning with the power of the sun itself…

Was he….

Flustered?!

To be continued… if you want me too. :)

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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Our Three Is Not A Crowd

Summary: in the months that follow, life seems to become that bit better

Warnings: this chapter is almost all smut and you will find out why soon! Discussions of trauma, Genderfluid Loki, internalised homophobia thanks to Odin

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three

The months that followed after you had announced that you were ready for Thomas's baby were full of love, warmth and sex. The God was constantly pulling you to him and sheathing his hardened cock inside you, he couldn't help it, the idea of your body accepting his seed and growing his child turned him on shamelessly.

Your cabin was your safe haven away from the world and its issues and as you watched the news of Stark creating a murder bot, you were not at all concerned that it would find your home, not even through Thor. Your head laid on Thomas's lap as you fiddled with his fingers, a green glow shining sometimes which led you to stare up at him adoringly.

Thomas was seamlessly holding a book in one hand as you messed with the other, a smile playing at his lips as he scanned over the words in the book. His hand that you were meddling with eventually cupped your cheek and then caressed down your jawline and down your neck to one of your breasts, squeezing it gently and he smiled when you sighed happily.

"It's a lovely night, Thomas," you whispered, your eyes darting to the window with a grin and Thomas followed your gaze to the window slowly.

The God hummed before closing the book and looking down at you, "would you like to sleep out there tonight?"

Your heart raced as you looked up at your husband with a grin, "you'd want to?"

Thomas laughed and ran his fingers through your hair, swirling it around his fingers before brushing it out. "My dear," Thomas purred, looking down at you with adoration, "I studied the stars for years, I loved sleeping beneath them just to see what story they would tell to me."

You giggled and slid off the sofa, holding his hand as you walked out of the back door and down to the fire pit, lighting it and holding your hands over it to warm you. Behind you, a green flash filled the space and when you turned, you saw a tent had been erected with Thomas standing in front of it proudly.

Walking over to him, you wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade, your eyes looking up at the clear sky. "It's beautiful," you whispered in awe and you felt Thomas chuckle.

"Let's make a baby beneath the stars, my love," he whispered and your thighs pressed together eagerly as wetness formed in your panties at his dark and lustful eyes.

You nodded eagerly and laid down on a blanket that Loki conjured, your clothes disappearing in an instant with Thomas kneeling between your legs. "No, wait," you whispered, catching Thomas's attention, "tonight I shall ride you beneath the stars, my Prince."

Thomas's cock twitched with interest as you rolled over so Thomas was on his back and you were knelt between his legs, his eyes never leaving yours during this exchange. Before even thinking of mounting him, you decided to have your way with his cock in your mouth.

You used your seiðr to banish his clothes and for a few moments, you appreciated every fine expanse of skin that was revealed to you. Every battle scar, every dimple, every twitch of his muscles as he waited for you to make your move, the rise and fall of his chest as he took in air, you loved this God so much.

Wrapping your hand around his cock, you brought it to your lips and pressed a kitten lick to the tip and he hissed in pleasure but managed to keep eye contact with you. Your lips wrapped around him in an instant and you set your pace, Thomas's moans coming immediately as you gave his hardened cock as much attention as he wanted.

Feeling bold, you eagerly swallowed him until he hit the back of your throat and you gagged, your eyes rolling at how perfect he felt inside your drooling mouth. Thomas gasped for air as his whole body was alight with pleasure, his hips thrusting his cock gently into your mouth as he whined desperately.

"Please," Thomas breathed, his cheeks reddened from the pleasure and how close he was to falling over the edge.

You hummed and smirked, the vibrations building up Thomas's orgasm, even more, your tongue swirling around his impressive length as you bobbed your head and kept your eyes on him. Just as Thomas was about to fall over the edge, you pulled away from him and watched as he threw his head back and moaned in disappointment.

"Aww, Thomas," you purred, stroking the God's strong chest with a seductive smirk, "all of your cum will be filling up my pussy tonight, remember?"

Carefully straddling his hips, you sunk down onto his cock and sighed in relief at the pleasure it gave you immediately. Just like the first time, Thomas reached behind him to grasp the blanket for support since there was no headboard this time. You bounced on top of him slowly, your hands supporting you on his chest as his head lolled to the side, overcome by the pleasure you were giving him.

"You're so fucked already, aren't you?" you teased, grabbing Thomas's chin gently and forcing him to look in your eyes as you rode him, rolling your hips against his teasingly a few times before returning to bouncing and increasing the speed of which you took your pleasure from his cock. Eagerly, you threw your head back and moaned into the night, enjoying the knowledge that you had made Thomas speechless.

"Choke me," Thomas whimpered and you stared down at him, your cunt clenching at the desperate look in his eyes, he trusted you enough to let you choke him? Your heart raced and you smirked as your hand slid from his pectoral to his throat, applying pressure until he told you where he was most comfortable.

Squeezing gently, you enjoyed the feeling of his cock twitching inside you and you continued to ride him as you stared at your fucked out husband, drooling and moaning helplessly beneath you. He allowed you to dominate him like this and didn't put up a fight about it! He was so perfect!

You felt the familiar electricity of your orgasm building so you grabbed one of Thomas's hands and pulled it to your pussy as you glared at him, his eyes watching you though they were clouded with blissful lust. "Bring me to my orgasm, Thomas, and you will get to cum," you ordered him and he nodded eagerly, two fingers slipping past your folds to circle your clit lazily as your body bounced on his cock.

The attention to your clit was enough to push you over the edge and you moaned as you fell, "cum with me, Thomas, you've been such a good boy!"

Thomas moaned in delight and his back arched as ropes of cum filled you up as you came around his cock. You leaned over him and pressed your forehead to him as you smiled tiredly, "that was amazing."

Thomas nodded dumbly and after you pulled off him and laid beside him, he pulled you towards him, nuzzling into your chest and allowing sleep to consume him, tent be damned, you were all he needed. He was your good boy.

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A month and a half after your romantic night beneath the stars, you stood in the bathroom staring down at a positive pregnancy test. A smile broke out on your lips and you dropped to your knees, staring at the stick in your hand. Loki was out for the day with his mother so you had an idea of how to tell your beloved husband about the new addition to the family.

Using your seiðr, you teleported to one of England's lesser-known cities to stay off the Avengers' radar. Once you appeared in Hull, you decided to first start with one of their baby shops, coming out an hour later with many baby onesies, baby boots, hats, mittens and even a shirt for Loki that said: 'I am the father to the next God or Goddess of Mischief'.

As you walked around, you grabbed many more baby items and you knew that the guest room would one day become occupied by a more permanent guest. You sat down to eat in a quaint cafe, your hand on your flat stomach as you looked at the bags of baby things that you had bought. Your smile was incredibly bright as you picked them up and teleported back home.

You were relieved to see that Loki wasn't back yet so you got to work, hanging the baby boots in Loki's wardrobe on the rail where he would most certainly look. You hooked one of the onesies on the fridge door and even created a little Tesseract to sit beside a teddy bear by the kettle.

Next, you made sure that the gift box you had created was ready on the living room coffee table, with an emerald key laying on top of it for Loki to use to open it later. After that, you ran into the bathroom and got a quick shower before magically drying and styling your hair and making an emerald dress appear on your body. Smiling, you walked into the hallway and awaited your husband's arrival.

No less than half an hour later, the key turned in the lock to the cabin and Loki stepped through with bags of clothes and he froze when he saw you in the hallway waiting for him. Smirking, he tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.

You walked over to him with a purposeful swing in your hips, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with his shoulder-length hair. "Welcome home, husband," you purred and Loki smiled, pressing a firm kiss to your lips.

"This is a welcome surprise, my love," Loki murmured, looking at your body in the dress and he smirked at you, "did I forget something?"

You giggled and cupped his cheek, "no, baby, go hang up your clothes then come into the kitchen to put the kettle on. I wanna know about your day out!"

Loki pressed a kiss to your temple before heading into the bedroom. He chuckled when he saw your hoodie and leggings carelessly discarded in the hamper by the bathroom door and he shook his head fondly, his girl would never change. Opening the door to the wardrobe, he came eye-to-eye with baby boots and he tilted his head curiously at the sight of them. Taking them from the rail, he left his seiðr to pack away the new outfits as he headed into the kitchen, boots in hand.

"Darling?" Loki called as he walked into the kitchen, watching as your head lifted from the book in your hands and he lifted the boots accusingly, "I know you wish to make a baby with you and I promise you, we are trying, I do not need hints that I need to fuck you more."

Your cheeks reddened as you saw him prowl closer to you and you moaned as his lips attached to your neck, his teeth nipping at the lobe of your ear with a dark smirk on his face. You felt his hard cock against your stomach and your brain faltered at his misunderstanding.

"Wait!" you tried, trying to push yourself away from your husband, "that's not what-"

Your protests died as his fingers dived beneath your dress and he felt your bare cunt there. "No panties?" Loki purred, his eyes boring into yours, "dirty slut, you wanted to get fucked over this counter?"

You moaned as he flipped you around and lifted up your dress, revealing your glistening folds to his eyes and he moaned, "you're so wet already, what a dirty girl your Prince has on his hands."

"Yes, I'm a dirty girl," you whispered as Loki smirked and knelt behind you, his tongue diving into your entrance and sucking your juices into his mouth, causing you to scream in bliss as your head fell forward into your crossed arms, "I'm your dirty slut for my Prince!"

Loki pressed two fingers against your clit and circled at the pace he was thrusting his tongue into you. He hadn't forgotten your night beneath the stars and he decided to punish you just the same as you had punished him. Just as you were tipping over the edge, Loki pulled himself away from you and enjoyed your disappointed scream.

"Hush, darling," Loki whispered, kissing down your back gently, "I'm going to fuck my dirty slut now."

True to his word, Loki pushed his hard cock into you almost two seconds later and you released a loud, grateful moan.

You slowly shuffle to get comfier and it has Loki groaning behind you at the involuntary clenching of your cunt around him, one of his hands reaching out to hold the back of your neck with a dark growl. "Careful," he drawls, thrusting into your hard once and making a desperate moan escape your throat.

He thrusts again, his hips slapping against yours as he does, hammering into you in a way that ignites a primal need in your body and makes your clit throb desperately for his attention. You bite your lip to keep quiet, knowing that if you opened your mouth now, all that would escape would be pathetic moans and desperate pleas for him to fuck you more.

Loki expertly rocked his hips rhythmically down and forward, finding the spot inside you that sent you to the stars and he started to pound hard into you, constantly hitting that sweet spot inside you as your ass jiggles with the force of his thrusts.

It was too tempting to Loki, your bare ass was just on display for him. He reared his hand back and slapped your ass, never ceasing in his movements as you screamed into your arms, your orgasm hitting you unexpectedly and Loki curses in Asgardian as he falls over the edge with you, ropes of hot cum spilling into your awaiting cunt.

Breathing heavily, Loki rested his head between your shoulder blades and tried to catch his breath as you came down from your high in front of him. When he was sure he had his strength back, Loki grabbed a towel and used his seiðr to dampen it before pulling out of you and wiping away any of your mixed juices that escaped your pussy.

He smiled when he heard you whimpering and he kissed your sore ass before helping you stand tall, kissing your neck again and guiding you into the bedroom.

Loki laid you out on the bed, legs spread out for him as he eased himself back into your tight cunt, moaning in bliss at the feeling of his cum cooling inside you as he started to thrust leisurely, watching as your toes curled and your legs lifted to wrap around his waist.

"You're so cock-drunk, aren't you, baby?" Loki smirked down at his beloved, watching you nod eagerly as your legs pulled him closer, "don't worry, baby, your King is here for you."

You gasped and your hand darted down to your stomach, his hand meeting yours there as he started to increase the pace of his thrusts, your eyes rolling in bliss as the pleasure took away any form of lucidity you had to tell him of your pregnancy.

"I'll give you what you want," Loki whispered, his hips slapping against yours, his eyebrows pulled taut as he moaned.

Green shimmered behind you and you felt fingers run through your hair and your eyes opened, looking up at a duplicate of Loki kneeling on the floor beside your head, his smile loving and the touch of his fingers on your scalp was comforting. You knew better, though, this meant Loki was serious.

In the next moment, you were turned onto your hands and knees, facing the duplicate who was now on his feet with his cock lined up to your mouth. With a smirk, the duplicate stroked his hardened length and offered it to you as your husband fucked you harshly behind you.

Accepting the cock into your mouth, you moaned as the duplicate twisted his fingers into your hair and started to thrust into your mouth at the same time as Loki thrust into your awaiting cunt. You cried around the duplicate's cock, staring up at your husband adoringly as he continued to fuck you.

Loki's hand fell to your clit after a few minutes, sensing his own orgasm brewing in his abdomen. Swirling your clit, he watched as your head stopped bobbing on his duplicate cock in order to moan appreciatively at his attention to your clit.

You fell over the edge quickly with Loki's rapid circles on your clit, your body shuddering and you had to grasp the duplicate's hips to steady yourself. Both Loki's released a simultaneous moan and released their cum inside you, the duplicate disappearing moments after and Loki gently pulling you to his body.

"You did so well, my dove," Loki whispered to you as you whined, yawning into his chest and keeping your eyes shut, "sleep, my dove, I will wake you in time for dinner."

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Days after the best fucking of your life, you were standing in the kitchen and making breakfast. Once you were done, you decided that Loki deserved breakfast in bed so you put breakfast on plates, transferred them onto a tray with two glasses of orange juice and then headed down the hall to your shared bedroom.

"Loki?" you call into the room, moving the door with your shoulder, "I have breakfast!"

Once the door was fully open, you didn't see Loki in the room. No, you saw the most beautiful woman in the world before you, her hair hanging down to her buttocks, her breasts were rounded and perfect with her nipples hardened from the cold and her figure was amazingly hourglass. You almost dropped your tray at the distraction.

Loki looked into the mirror and gasped when she saw you staring, quickly reverting back to her male form and holding up his hands, "you didn't see anything!"

"Loki," you whispered, setting down the breakfast on top of the dresser as you made your way over to your naked husband, "I know about your shapeshifting, remember?"

"But I am a Prince of Asgard, not a Princess!" Loki hissed, looking away from you in shame.

You sighed and cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at you, "let me see what he brainwashed you with this time."

Sighing, Loki's fingers gleamed a beautiful green and he brought you into his mind.

The door opened and Loki beamed when she saw her father enter the room. Father had been awfully distant as of late and Loki was starting to get worried as to if she had done something to offend him.

“Hello, father,” she greeted with a gentle smile, “I was wondering when you would come with us.”

Odin took one look at Loki and his face turned sour, his once happy smile turning into a frown of disapproval, “Loki,” the man’s voice rumbled, “what is the meaning of this?”

Loki took a few steps back and her eyes widened in shock, “mother taught me new magic, father, I can change my shape! I feel so comfy!”

“Loki, lift your magic this instant!” Odin boomed, the scared little girl staring up at her father in horror, “you are a Prince, not a silly little maid girl!”

“I’m not trying to be a maid girl, father!” Loki cried out, tears falling down her cheeks as she sniffled, “I am still Loki! Still your Loki!”

Odin shook his head and sighed with such disappointment that Loki’s heart broke with each second the man exhaled. The man walked past the Prince and grabbed his scissors, stalking forward and grabbing the Prince roughly by the arm to the floor before the fire. Odin pulled Loki’s hair back and once he had a measurement set, the scissors went straight through Loki’s hair. Loki screamed and wailed but Odin only let go when the young girl looked more like a boy than she ever would look like a girl.

“You are a Prince of Asgard, Loki. You are an Odinson,” Odin snarled, and Loki nodded numbly, and the King left the room with Loki’s cut locks burning in his hand as he walked.

The princess sat beside the fires, stroking the severed hair on her head as she brokenly sobbed.

Withdrawing from his mind, your hand slapped over your mouth as you stared at Loki in horror before jumping into his arms and nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, "change."

"Darling-"

"I said change!" you shouted, holding both of his cheeks, tears dripping from your eyes as you stared at him.

Bowing his head, green shimmered around your wife as she appeared before you and you instantly pressed a kiss to her lips, your heart sinking when she didn't kiss back. She thinks you'll reject her, how could Odin abuse her like this!

"You are not Odin's daughter, Loki, you are Laufey's daughter! Daughter of a race of shapeshifters, male, female, neither! I love you in any form you take! Do you hear me?! I love you Loki Laufeydottir!" you kept her eyes on you throughout your speech, hoping it would sink into her mind that you loved her endlessly.

Loki was motionless for a while, her emerald eyes taking in the emotions swirling in your own beautiful eyes.

"Would you hate our child for being able to shift?" you ask her, knowing that she would bite at that, she would defend your children to the end.

"Of course not!" Loki fought instantly, tears brimming in her eyes as she held her hips, "our child would be cherished and supported! I would love them for being who they are!"

"So why can't you...?" you whispered, your thumb gently stroking away the tears falling from her right eye, "why can't you love and cherish yourself, Loki?"

You watched her distance herself again, her mind running a mile a minute as she was trying to find an argument. "You even hide your jötunn form from me, for Norns sake! Why can't you love yourself, Loki? Love yourself and find comfort in just being you? You belong to no-one... why should you care?"

Loki whimpered and collapsed to the ground, you catching her quickly as she cried out and sobbed. "I just wanted to be me but Odin stole that from me! I can't, Y/N! I can't be me!"

You shushed her and rocked her gently, your nails gently scratching her scalp as you whispered sweet nothings into her ear, "you are perfect, Loki... so, so perfect... I have loved all sides of you since I found out you were you... I married Thomas Sharpe but I got you too... I'm so lucky... so, so lucky... our child is lucky to have you as their mummy..."

Loki stilled in your arms as she heard the last bit of your words of comfort, "what...? What did you just say?"

You beamed at her and held her hand over your stomach, your eyes never leaving hers, "it worked, Loki, I'm pregnant."

An elated laugh escaped Loki's lips as she nuzzled against your stomach, gently pressing a kiss to the skin after lifting your hoodie, "hello, baby, I'm your mama... and also your daddy... you'll get used to it..."

You smiled down at her and continued to scratch her scalp comfortingly as Loki busied herself with talking to your flat stomach.

"I want another," Loki whispered after a few minutes.

You laughed and shook your head, "but we haven't even met this little one yet!"

"Don't care! Want another one!" Loki pouted and you cooed at how adorable she was before bringing over the tray of breakfast with help from your seiðr.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was over when you hit 24 weeks. Thomas had been fine for the most part during your pregnancy, taking over difficult tasks so that you didn't need to but when you hit 24 weeks pregnant. Your bump was noticeable to anyone who looked carefully even through his hoodie and you were glowing!

Thomas made sure to constantly be around you with his hands on your swollen stomach, caressing the sides of your stomach and even dropping to his knees at any given time to kiss your belly and compliment you on how well pregnancy suited you.

Today was no different, you were casually reading on the bed when it was thrown away by a flash of green and your head turned to see your husband standing in the doorway. Smiling, you opened your arms and he came rushing over, laying between your legs to kiss your swollen belly gently, breaking out into a story of his childhood for your baby.

Normally you would love Thomas doting on your child and talking to them but you wanted the attention today. Gently caressing his hair, you gained his attention and he saw the lust hiding in your irises and he smirked.

Leaning down again, Thomas pressed a kiss to your stomach and whispered, "sorry, baby, I'll pick up later, mummy is needy today."

The slap on the back of his head that earns him is worth it.

With a flash of green, both of your clothes disappeared and Loki pressed a rough kiss to your lips, his hand caressing your cheek as he sighed in pleasure, feeling your bump against his own stomach. He began to litter your cheek and neck with nips and kisses before leaning back on his knees and admiring your swollen stomach in all of your naked glory.

"You're so pregnant, baby," he whispered, his hand caressing your stomach gently, his cock twitching at the knowledge that it was him that put this baby inside you and he was going to enjoy fucking his very pregnant wife.

Sinking his cock into your tight cunt, Thomas moaned filthily at how much more you gripped him now that you were pregnant, becoming even more attractive for the God above you.

You mewled in pleasure at the feeling of his cock inside you again and you looked up at Thomas with a beautiful grin, your hands laid on your stomach as you bit your lip.

"Oh you're so very pregnant," Thomas mumbled as he started to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out slowly as he got used to the new tightness before his pace increased speed, causing beautiful moans to fall from your lips as you gripped the pillow beside your head. "You're mine, Y/N, do you hear me?" he demanded and you nodded but he snarled and thrust hard into you, causing a moan to escape your throat, "words, pet."

"Y-yes!" you gasped, "I am all yours, Thomas! I promise, promise, promise!!"

Thomas's hands fell to your pregnant stomach and smirked as his fingers gleamed a beautiful emerald as his horns appeared tattooed on the side of your stomach and he moaned as he watched it swirl with his magic and your own.

"This will protect you," he whispered gently, stroking over the mark and you moaned in delight at the gift, "if you ever, EVER, find yourself in a dangerous situation, press this tattoo or feel its magic and it will bring you home."

"Thank you," you whimpered, his cock hitting that sweet spot in you that made you lose the lucidity that you just had, deteriorating into a gooey mess for your husband again as he continued to fuck you.

Your hands joined over your swollen stomach and you both breathed heavily as your orgasms approached, Thomas's hips becoming sloppy as he tried to keep up the pace but also bask in the intoxicating pleasure that was consuming him.

Thomas moaned in bliss as he spilt his cum into you, one of his hands disconnecting from yours to circle your clit, watching your form write and your mouth spill dirty expressions as you fell over the edge, your back arching and your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you came down from your highs.

Thomas kissed you gently and pulled out of you, conjuring up a damp towel to wipe away the mix of juices between your thighs. When he was done, he laid between your legs again with his head peacefully rested on your baby bump.

About an hour later, you roused from your sleep to hear Thomas yet again recounting a story of his childhood to your baby and you smiled lovingly at the sound, listening along to his stories until he was done.

"Thomas?" you whispered into the darkness of your bedroom.

"Yes, beloved?" he asked with a small smile on his face, his head never leaving your belly.

"Marry me again."

~~~~~~~~~~

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