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toppersjeep · 7 months

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Part 2- Where Do We Go Now - Lando Norris X Reader

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“Y/N I can’t give you the answer that you want to hear” Max said. “Seriously Max” I said. “What to you want me to do lie to you” Max said. “For once in your life just be honest with me” I said getting up off the couch. “Are you seriously gonna fight me over this” Max said.

“You don’t get it I want a future with you I’m asking you if you want the same” I said. His phone then rang. It was Christian calling him. “I gotta answer that babe we can talk after” Max said.

“I won’t be here when you do that” I said. “Seriously your leaving” Max said. “I don’t know Max what’s more important me or Red Bull” I said looking him in the eyes. The phone still rang. He looked at me and at the phone.

“Yeah hello” Max said answering the phone. “Exactly my point” I said. I then went into our room and put some pants on and a hoodie. I grabbed a small bag of stuff. I walked out. He was still on the phone with Christian.

I walked past him grabbing the keys to my car. I then grabbed my purse too and laptop bag.

“Y/N give me a minute okay.. sorry Chris she’s trying to get my attention” Max said. “I’m leaving” I said walking out the door slamming it shut. I then went to my car putting my bags in the trunk. I drove to Landos place. I’d hope he’d let me stay.

If not the next best option was Kika or Lily. But I knew that going to Lando first would be a good idea. I parked my car in his driveway and walked up with my bags.

I knocked on the door. Not realizing what time it was. I’d hopped he’d be awake. He then opened the door rubbing his eyes.

“Y/N … it’s 2 in the morning what’s up” Lando said. “I got into a fight with Max can I stay” I asked. “Of course come in” Lando said I went in to his house. “I should’ve called or something” I said. “No it’s okay” Lando said. “He’s just so” I said.

“Annoying yeah” Lando said. “I don’t know what to do about him anymore” I said. “I’ll set you up in the guest room” Lando said taking my bags. “Thanks” I said following him.

“Well you know where everything is.. so my home is your home I guess” Lando said showing me to the guest room. “Thanks Lan” I said. “Ignore the uhh pictures everywhere of me” Lando said. “Your race wins its cute” I said looking at the pictures on the wall.

“There’s extra towels in the bathroom closet… umm yeah that’s about it” Lando said. “Oh and my room is next door so don’t be loud” Lando said. “Me loud do you still snore” I said. “Guess we find out huh” Lando said.

“Thanks Lan” I said. “Yeah and please take that Red Bull hoodie off” Lando said. “Right sorry” I said. “I’m kidding but uhh there’s ,cool quadrant hoodies in the closet so steal one” Lando said. “Thanks again” I said.

“Yeah no problem good night” Lando said shutting the door.

The next day

I woke up and got ready for the day. Lando was in the kitchen making breakfast. I then saw flowers on the counter.

“Those are for you I guess” Lando said. “From who” I asked. “I’m assuming Max there’s a card on them” Lando said. “He must know he messed up badly” I said. “Yeah probably” Lando said.

I opened up the card. And read it.

It said:

Y/N, I wish you could see yourself in my eyes. I hear how you always doubt yourself and compare yourself to other people. There is nobody in this world quite like you. The way you laugh the way you smile. Every time I look at you I fall more in love with you.

I really love you. And you deserve so much. I just love the way your eyes sparkle when you are happy. But I hate when you are sad. All I want to do is pull you closer to me and tell you how much I love and care for you. So this is my way of showing it. This is one of many gifts you’ll be receiving.

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“That’s so sweet” I said. “Here’s breakfast” Lando said handing me a plate. “Max must’ve done this” I said smiling. “Did he write you the letter or did he have his assistant do it” Lando said. “Lando it’s definitely handwritten” I said.

“Well I was just curious you I know I don’t seem Max as romantic” Lando said. “That’s because you don’t like love” I said. “It’s not that I don’t like it” Lando said. “You’ll find someone maybe even as sassy as you are Lando” I said.

“I don’t know if I will I mean there was someone” Lando said. “Yeah” I said. “But who am I kidding anyway” Lando said setting his plate in the sink. “You don’t know unless you try” I said. He looked out the window.

“She’s just way out of my league you know I’ve always thought that” Lando said. “That’s now I felt about Max and now look at us” I said. “But this is different Y/N way different” Lando said. “You know you can talk to me about this stuff” I said.

“The problem is that I doubt she’ll ever feel the same way I do” Lando said. “Then show her maybe this girl is blinded Lando” I said. “Maybe she is your right” Lando said.

We made it back to the track for the next race. I walked in with Lando. I then found Max and went over to talk to him.

“Y/N hey” Max said I kissed him. “What was all that for love thought we were fighting” Max said. “The flowers and the note it was so sweet” I said hugging him. “Yeah I felt bad after the fight last night” Max said. “Well thank you I loved it” I said.

“So you’ll come home later” Max said. “Of course I will” I said he kissed me. “Y/N we have meetings let’s go” Lando said. “So yeah I’ll see you later I love you” I said. “Love you too” Max said.

We then went into the McLaren paddock for a meeting. I sat beside Lando.

“So yesterdays qualifying was great but today we gotta do the same” Zak said. “I think Lando performed great we can go for P1” I said. “Yeah he did but still P2 gets us good points” Zak said.

“For once we have a car that can beat Red Bull you saw how fast we were” Lando said. “I did Lando but some laps weren’t as good as the last couple” he added. “So what he’s right we can best RB” I said.

“Y/N you had great strategies yesterday we know that” Zak said. “Are you even listening to her she knows we can beat them so let’s at least try” Lando said. “Zak have some faith in your drivers and me” I said. “I do have faith in you both I do” Zak said.

After the meeting got out Lando and I were both heated. Zak wasn’t even listening to us about how we could beat them.

“He shouldn’t talk to you like that” Lando said. “Uhh thank you for sticking up for me” I said. “Of course I got your back always” Lando said placing a hand oh my shoulder.

“I mean I knew getting into this sport I’d have issues” I said. “You still are way better than half the men and that’s coming from a man” Lando said I laughed. “You are just saying that” I said.

“No I’m serious you are amazing Y/N on the track and off the track..there’s nobody in this world quite like you” Lando said. “That means a lot Lando” I said. “Well it’s true you know” Lando said. “I heard the food is better here” Kika said walking through the door.

“Kika oh my goodness I’m so happy your here” I said hugging her. “I had to come visit my favorite gasly of course” Kika said. “Oh I’m not my brother though Ki” I said she smiled.

“Can I steal her for lunch” Kika said. “Yeah go on have fun” Lando said. “Thank you now come on you have to fill me in” Kika said. “I absolutely will” I said.

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house-of-slayterr · 2 months

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beloved 🥺

im normally not the one to come knocking, asking for comfort, but i truly had the worst day at work today (plus, it was a late shift). may i ask for a lil comfort with hannibal or halsin? 🥺🌻

if you wanna hug me, you gotta scrape me off the floor first /j slkfjskdfj

thank you so much for just reading this. absolutely no pressure!!

i love you and i hope your day was/will be good!!

Noooo wifey, who hurt you?! I’ll eat them! I’m sorry you had a bad day at work. Sending every hug in the world, I’ll get a nice new shovel to scrape you off the floor.

Of course you can have some Halsin and Hannibal comfort 🥰

Halsin:

You come back to camp after a long stressful day hard at work. Nothing seemed to go right, and the more the day went on you just wanted to curl up into a ball and hide yourself away. The hours ticked on until the sun started to set and it was finally time to rest for the evening. Hang up your aching bones on the shelf and just become a sleepy pile of mush.

At least, that was your plan, until something, or more aptly, someone caught your attention.

“Pretty flower come look” his voice calls as he spots you.

It’s something he’s taken to calling you, your beauty reminding him of the flowers from back home. And the minute he saw that smile on your face, and the blush in your checks the first time he called you it, he knew it would stick. You were his pretty flower, and he was your handsome bear. Something so simply it seemed everyone in the world understood besides the two of you.

You saunter over to him, and he’s yet to notice your sour demeanour.

“My pretty flower, look, I’ve found the most beautiful little duckling. He’s got spots”

Halsin holds out his hand to let you see the small creature, looking even smaller in his arms.

“Very cute” you reply half hearted.

He frowns, setting the duckling on his shoulder and cups your face in his hands.

“My precious petal, what’s wrong?”

“Hard day” you shrug.

Halsins frown deepens and he bends down to kiss your forehead.

“I’m sorry things are hard sometimes, but you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. If anyone can handle a bad day with grace, it’s you. But would you like to know something else?”

“What’s that?” You look up at him.

“Even the strongest warriors are better together than alone. Consider my evening yours. Whatever makes you happy we shall do.”

“Halsin you don’t have to-“

“Nonsense my dear. You deserve the world on a platter, anything less I simply won’t allow. Let me spoil you rotten, with praise, and affection and a sense of adventure. Allow me to make you feel much better.”

“That’s very kind of you Hal”

You warp your arms around his torso and give him a tight squish. A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest as he hugs you back, before scooping you into his arms.

“Tonight I’ll treat you like a princess, and if you’ll allow me, I’d make you my queen forever.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips when he see no protest in your eyes or body language. And he pulls away smiling.

“You are my heart, pretty flower, let me fill yours with love. No more thinking tonight. You just relax while I take care of you.”

Hannibal:

Hannibal heard the sound of the door open before you even had your coat off. He takes off his reading glasses and sets them on his desk, getting up to come greet you.

“Evening my love” he says when he sees you, but his face instantly drops reading your body language. “What happened?”

“Just work stuff, it’s stupid” you try to brush off.

“Now dove” he gently grabs your chin making you look at him, “you know better than to lie to me. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours darling.”

You give a heavy sigh, it almost impossible to say no to the charming man before you. He takes your hand bringing you to come sit on the couch, his hand comfortingly stoke your thigh as he listens to you rant about your day.

You can see his jaw tense occasionally in distaste about the travesties of your day.

“I think you’re too good for that place” he admits with no shame or guilt.

Why would he, he thinks you’re one of the best people he’s ever met. Never even once has he thought about tasting you in a way other than a gentle kiss, or more passionate endeavours. But you were his sacred lamb, the one who made him better, made him want to be better. If anyone made you sad they were sure to be added to the menu. Not that he’d ever force you to eat it, but he’ll surely enjoy his meal.

“That’s sounds quite unfortunate little lamb. I’m terrible sorry you’ve suffered so today. Let me make it up to you. Dinner and a nice glass of wine, then after a massage and I’ll draw you a warm bath. How does that sound?”

“Amazing” you admit, looking at him softly. “You’re absolutely amazing”

You give him a quick peck on the cheek, earning you a rare laugh from the stoic dr.

“It is you who is amazing my love. You bring joy and meaning to so many lives around you. And if they don’t notice your hard work, I certainly do. The world will see your value as I do someday my darling. But until then I will offer you the praise they so thoughtlessly lack”

He kisses you back gently, a proper kiss this time. One that can show you his feelings. One that leaves you feeling worshiped.

“Let me pamper you my little lamb. Maybe perhaps I’ll even watch one of those shows you enjoy, if you behave for me and don’t lift a finger to help with dinner or the washing up. Deal?”

“Deal.”

He smiles at you, whisking you away to be pampered for the night. Figuring his work can wait until later. He cooks you a magnificent feast of all your favourites. Even if he wouldn’t typically approve of them in his diet. He whispers sweet nothings and small praise to you as he gives the massage, making sure you understand just how important and loved you are.

Him joining you in the bath is up to you, he wouldn’t mind either way, just pleased that you needed him for comfort and happy to take care of your burdens. You end up falling asleep one his chest with your comfort show on as he plays with your hair. Hoping your dreams will drive away any stress left in your body so you’re up to spirits in the morning.

An: ahhh sorry if this is bad beloved, I was making dinner and writing at the same time and just wanted to get it to you quick, so it’s not proof read at all 😅 but I hope you like it, I really tried. Still getting back into writing so I’m not as confident about it right now.

#love you wifey <3 #have a better day tomorrow #halsin headcanons #hannibal headcanons #halsin x reader #hannibal x reader

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self-spaghettification · 9 months

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tdp overarching themes (redemption etc)

What will happen when Ezran/Harrow’s narrative of love and Aaravos/Viren’s narrative strength meet, who wins?

Will it be possible for Ezran to win the dark mages over to let go of pain and end the cycle of violence? Or is death the only way to protect the world and his loved ones? Will Ezran have to learn to become stronger himself?

is it even possible to kill a startouch elf? oor to convince him to maybe not, like, conquer xadia?

i don’t have these answers but i diiiid compile a bunch of relevant shit

I kind of went through Harrow’s letter to Callum and added related quotes or moments that seemed relevant to the overarching themes discussed and how they stand on opposing sides

orange is harrow’s letter, read in 1x06

red is ezran’s speech, given in 4x03

these are the main voices but there’s also

pink is ibis in 4x03

black is zubeia in 4x04

purple is various aaravos quotes

pink is various viren quotes

both from 2x09, 3x05, 3x07, and 4x04

green is soren, janai, amaya and rayla briefly (4x03 & 4x08 & tdp trailer respectively)

“Soon you will both face a lie. The great lie of history.

“His name was Aaravos, and yes, he was a star. One of the great ones, respected and loved by all. Until we uncovered a long hidden treachery.”

Advisors and scholars will tell you that history is a narrative of strength.

“Search your heart. There’s something that you want very badly. But something or someone stands in your way.”

They will recount stories of the rise and fall of nations and empires. They will be stories of armies, battles and decisive victories.

“And this bright future will require us to conquer Xadia?”

But this isn't true strength. It's merely power.

“I can destroy them all! I have all the power I need!”

“If you want to say something to the Dragon Queen, you should say it to her face. her real face, that can bite you in two!”

“It hurts! I feel pain about this and I am angry!”

I now believe true strength is found in vulnerability...in forgiveness, in love.

“We all want peace and we all want love. But violence tests us!

In a twisted way it converts us to their cause.”

“You tried to win them over with loyalty and friendship but they ignored you. those who fail tests of love are simple creatures who deserve to be motivated by fear.”

“Because pain and loss feel so terrible inside. You want to hate. You want to hurt someone else. so what do we do?”

So, what is the plan? To fulfill your wishes, of course. Is your wish to rule Xadia? I wish for humanity to flourish. And it cannot flourish with a knife forever at its throat.

There is a beautiful upside down truth, which is that….

These moments of purest strength appear as weakness to those who don't know better.

“These are the champions you’ve gathered to try to stop me? They’re nothing but pathetic children!”

“How can we stop this cycle?”

Violence.

Loss.

Pain.

For a long time, I didn't know better.

“In the name of love, you may perform acts so unforgivable that you may never forgive yourself.”

Violence,

“You must take down the Dragon Queen and capture the baby dragon. Then you will have the attention of all the world, and the power to do what you want.”

“Bring terror to Del Bar, to Neolandia, to Evenere, and to Duren!”

Loss,

As I write this, the sun is setting while Moonshadow assassins prepare to end my life. A few months ago, I took my revenge on Xadia. Tonight, it is their turn.

“I am going to destroy it, before it can be used to do any more harm!”

Pain,

“Every great crisis the world faced seemed the work of some ingenious and powerful leader, but in each case, it was secretly Aaravos, whispering in their ear.”

“Aaravos. A startouch elf responsible for more pain, death, and suffering than anyone else in history.”

“I am not a killer.

But if you seek to return that staff to its true owner, you pose a greater danger to this world than I can allow.”

You must die.”

stop! i just want to yell stop. but that’s not enough. it won’t work.”

“I do not mean to be cruel. But we must be ready to sacrifice. Even the things we love.”

“Well played. She will be a valuable asset.”“She is not an asset. She is my daughter.”

I ask you and your brother to reject history as a narrative of strength and instead have faith that it can be a narrative of love.

“I think about a positive vision. a faith we can all share, that we might build a future together in hope. a future where we can be safe with each other. but… it’s not that easy. or simple.”

“Everything I do, and everything I ask of you, is for the future of humanity.”

“The whining child king, in over his head and he knows it.”

because people are still hurting and they are still angry. we can’t ignore that, or pretend it will go away.

“Oh, my time is inevitable.”

somehow, we have to hold it all in our hearts at the same time. we have to acknowledge the weight of the pain and loss, but open our eyes and allow ourselves to hope and maybe forgive and love again.

“You cannot have your cake and eat it too.”

We have to give today’s children a chance to inherit a future filled with peace.

“I've tried to be selfless as a king, but as a father, I have a selfish wish. And that is for you and Ezran to be...free. Reject the chains of history. Do not let the past define your future, as I did. Free yourself from the past. Learn from it, understand it, then let it go. Create a brighter future from your own hearts and imagination.”

Destiny is a book you write yourself.

To give them that, we have to hold pain and love in our hearts at the same time.

“There is an aching pain mixed with love that you feel in these moments.”

“Just have two cakes.”

“This is called A Song of Love and Loss.”

I'm proud of you. And I love you unconditionally.

“If the fallen star is a danger the whole world will face, this is a chance to solve our problems together.”

“How do you kill a startouch elf?”

idk man. what if aaravos doesn’t have to die? what if it’s not too late for him to be redeemed? this is kind of a guilty pleasure hope of mine but still. the dragon prince is a story of letting go of generational trauma and past pain, of letting go of pain and differences, most importantly, of letting go of a narrative of strength, of a strong katolis, a strong lux aurea, a strong empire over xadia, and believing in a story of love and hope. if there’s anything that could drastically change things its the guy with a lot of power and a lot of ambition and pain ready to cause a whole cycle of pain all over again. if there’s anything that would drastically change things it would be changing his heart. and if theres anyone who can change it, it’s the kid who feels the most for him.

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lisalay00 · 11 months

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Secret Crush 5- Billy Hargrove

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He was laying on my bed in the middle of midnight with a fully bruised face as if nothing happened to him. He looked at the ceiling for a moment then seemed like felt my immobilized gesture in front of him he frowned and sit up, and due to the frowning a thin of blood dropped in a thin way through his chin. He was sending his begging stares at me I rolled my eyes and walked to my bed sat beside him. He put a flattered smile on his face and leaned back.

‘Billy, what happened?’ He side extended his arm that previously folded behind his head. I was dragged next to him. He turned his body to me, we listened to our breaths in the silence room.

‘If I tell you will you still look at me the way like now?’ He muttered lowkey was a demand more than an answer. I nodded caused me sudden shock why I was doing that without thinking but kept looking into his eyes. He smiled, and leisurely put aside my hair back of my shoulders giving a trembling feeling down my spine.

‘My dad.’ He said in one breath like he didn’t want to explain more. My eyes widened, sat up frantically. I’d heard a couple of rumors about his dad but I had no idea it was going that far. It was more than a hit or scold he was seriously beaten, it was contrarily different considering his expression. He sometimes would be a problem but no one deserves to be treated like that. A naughty smile formed on swollen lips. I rolled my eyes. He was so good at hiding his feelings. At least I could feel that he was intuitively broken because of his stares. It’s cliché but eyes never tell a lie.

I left the room without saying something; I headed to the bathroom and checked the empty cabinets. I sighed half-used a cotton packet and a little bit of tincture of iodine, that I got from the pharmacy last year when I fell from my bicycle. I rushed to my room. He was standing in the same spot I left. I sat beside him and threw the cotton packet in his face.

He groaned in pain and gazed at me in shock. I chuckled. His blue orbs widened when I put a little solution. I dipped my head to him, he leaned back instantly.

‘I won’t bite you, Billy. Stay still!’ I warned him. I had no idea how often it happened but he was behaving like it was his first time.

‘But one condition!’ He raised his fingers at my face. I hit his hand, as the time being I’ve been learning another annoying habit of him such as making things difficult. I rolled my eyes and nodded. It’s been about a month, I was figuring out in fact how he was looking dangerous and jerky just because there was only one way he could hide his problems. I still had tons of questions about his life however it was too early and also I don’t think he was talking about them at that point. The room set off another silence game I bit my lips and averted my gaze at his naughty smile.

‘Sleep next to me.’

‘Billy, are you serious?’

‘Or else I won’t let you and you are supposed to explain to your dad about the blood stains on your cushions.’ I looked at him jaw dropped when he ordered the words in one breath.

I sighed and closed my eyes tremendously forced to control my heartbeat. I had to accept it or else he could swiped his face everywhere on purpose.

‘Alright don’t move!’ I said and without waiting for his response I pressured the cotton on his eyebrow. It was almost a stitched slit opened on his eyebrow. He grabbed my wrist strangely he was serious in his previous expression. I looked at him mockingly.

‘Is it hurt sorry, Billy blackmailer Hargrove!’ He rolled his eyes his hands loose slowly.

He didn't move, waiting patiently until it was turned on his lips. I scrunched my eyebrow.

‘He must have wanted to break your teeth probably.’ He chuckled at my words, I felt the mood spring on my stomach. I had just wanted to sway the intense air in the room. I pressed the ointment on his bruise gently it was the worse spot I did on his face it caused sighed shakily and got my attention on his eyes. His orbs had darkened and directly looking at mine as if just drifted into my soul.

‘Ok, Done.’ I murmured as he nodded and we weirdly stepped back. I ran out of my room and slammed the door behind my back. I made eye contact with my pinky face.

‘Am I blushing?’ I murmured in frustration. I hold my cheeks and squeezed them harshly. I couldn’t shake the feeling in my stomach that repeatedly crumbled in.

‘Come together, you idiot!’ I was interrupted by my fight by his voice. I splashed water on my face and rushed to my room back. I turn off the lights to avoid his curious eyes and jumped on the bed.

‘Let’s sleep!’ I cheered awkwardly in the dim light I could see his widen eyes at me. I looked at his bruised face for a moment. The breeze feeling in my stomach remind me again when our eyes met that it was barely seen in darkness. His eyes reached down to my face, his hands landed on my arm. I trembled with the sudden move that caused electricity to run through my chest. They reached down leisurely and ended up on my face gently. His fingers traced the outline of my cheek.

‘He’s always like that.’ He mumbled his voice barely audible over even the silence room. I averted my gaze and tried to push the lump down my throat. He chuckled; He leaned his face to me and now we were at the same height, directly saw our eyes.

‘When I was little he came home with anger, was barging the door, and yelling at my mom.’ His voice cracked when he mentioned his mom.

‘He’s been beating me up all the time, it was kind of habit of his. I was just a thing that he could throw his anger without hesitating.’ His voice getting cracked I saw a tear escape his cheek. My hand moved in shock I felt numb, he was crying. Not too long, a month ago if someone tell me the side of Billy I wouldn’t believe this. I felt guilty for some reason.

My hand caressed his cheek slowly as he was closing his eyes and take a short breath.

‘Let’s not think about him tonight.’

It was the dead silence before the storm; I had a bad feeling about Jason. I walked down to my locker and reluctantly looked around I didn’t want to make eye contact with anyone else around his crew because there was no Billy out there. Luckily I didn’t see anyone around I put my books before taking another and the worst one for me. I had a quiz today it was a big day for me even though I couldn’t find a chance to study enough due to Billy and Steve but at least I could find a chance to study the whole Sunday. I walked down the strongly empty hallway.

Even though had a quiz there was a friendly match. My class was nearby the court so I had to walk past the changing room. I heard noisy sounds and laughter combined with the sweat testosterone scent. I scrunch my nose and walked as fast as possible but someone’s words made me stop on my heels.

I thought I heard my name, and curiosity won caused me to pace closer to the doorway. I flinched with high-pitched laughter.

‘Alright, I will invite her to the party!’ I recognized Joshua’s voice, I was pretty surprised. Jason mumbled something and I heard footsteps, I rushed to between two lockers. I saw his back that was standing in the middle of the hallway. He patted his shoulder and smirked before he tossed the ball to him. When they disappeared off the opposite side I got out of the place I hide.

I shook my head to swipe the thoughts in my mind that were exactly filled with bad vibes in it. Suddenly my head was frantically turned by the clock on the wall. I was about too late! I ran to the class and sighed, Mr. Brown was about to go in I swiped behind him however he noticed me, shit, everyone knows his class. If you are late you are down.

He called out my name momentarily I turned on my heels and averted my gaze on my hand. He doesn’t like me as he knows how much I am interested in science so there was no shocking affection from him about me as usual. He frowned and walked towards me fast, he was like the Atom Ant. Unlike his serious and all-the-time-ready scolding face, the tiny figure said otherwise.

‘You are pretty late!’ He shook his head and ironically pointed to the papers. Was I late? He cannot be serious! I raised my head in shock. And I started to sweat. I clenched my fist; the room turned in slow motion when he moves to the desk.

‘Mr. Brown?’ I pleaded I tried to keep my voice even in this situation there was only one option for me to make mitigate my punishment.

‘You will able to start 15 minutes later than your friends.’

‘What?’ my sound echoed the class, luckily basketball team and cheerleaders were not here or else they would create murmur clouts around the clouds luckily There were just nerds I was happy with them.

‘Rules are rules get your place, now!’ He roared. I only had to obey and pulled the chair harshly. I hate him as much as I hate physics.

‘May I come in Mr. Brown?’ Jason asked in the nicest way ever that actually I have ever heard he was being nice to someone other than himself. Mr. Brown frowned and peaked his head to him with his drifted gaze.

‘Don’t you have a match today? I told you I would do your exams later.’ He was yelling at him, I was content with it I wish he could punch his face.

‘Match delayed afternoon so we decided to come.’ Then the team barged into the classroom the loudest way. I rolled my eyes. I just hoped he would forget about me.

But it was pretty strange, if they had even at least one chance to skip class they would do anything else. When they had an opportunity, attempted the class and quiz day? They must be planning something.

And our eyes met with Jason, he was directly looking at me but no muscles moved on his face. He walked toward me but sat across me soon later with a few more came in, I was distracted by someone who sat beside me.

I turned frantically to the person who was no other than Joshua. My eyebrow arched at his smiling face. The moment flashed in my mind when they were in the changing room. They were talking about someone, what if that girl is me? I shook my head and took the pen from the desk, he cleared his throat and put his hand on my front to get my attention.

‘Do you have a spare pen?’ He leaned closer to my face, I mumbled something even though I had no idea what I was saying. I sighed and raised the pen between our faces and smiled awkwardly.

‘There it is!’ I cheered. I disgust myself for this however he took my hand with a huge smile on his face.

‘Thanks.’

I didn't say anything back the feeling in my chest was getting increased, by an uneasy feeling aroused.

I gathered my stuff, it was interestingly good. He completely forgot about my lateness, it was good motivation, and also all those questions were pretty familiar. I used all my luck for the stupid exam.

‘Hey, how was it?’ I flinched as someone tapped my shoulder I turned to his warm smile. He was leaning on the wall next to the door that’s why I didn’t notice him. I couldn’t hide my confusion more and he probably got this caused him just nodded, but all of a sudden, he held my shoulder gently and pulled me to his side. My eyes widened when I heard angry murmurs that had been saying watch out.

‘Be careful I just wanted to give this.’ He extend the pen that I gave him, I grabbed it swiftly and thanked him shortly. I walked past the corridor. I decided to skip lunch; it was taking time to walk home. I looked at the Sun and groaned in pain. It was not a great time to walk but I want to leave there for once.

‘Hey!’

Again? I turned the sound which strangely was getting weird every passing minute. He hurried to stand in front of me.

‘I need to tell you something.’ I wanted to scream out loud, but only a smile formed on my face. My fear is about to come true I guess. He straightened his shoulder with his generous smile that had never faded since the class.

‘We are giving a party tonight.’ I swallow the lump in my throat he continued as if he felt the disturbance in my eyes.

‘Jason doesn’t want you to come but I want you to see there, maybe… you guys get together again. He was pretty upset these days.’

I wanted to roll my eyes but decided-again- not to do it, it was too much for me to pretend for something. I sent fake smiles I shouldn’t accept it… I shouldn’t. But I can destroy his plan for me and I was now one hundred percent sure he had some plans for me.

‘Alright, I will.’ The words spilled on my lips uncontrollably. My logic went ahead of my heart this time, my heart skipped the beat. He nodded gladly and bit his lower lips, letting a huge smile on his rounded face.

‘See you tonight!’ He walked back to the school building and left me right there.

‘See you tonight, Joshua.’

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kpopjust4u · 1 year

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Kinkmas - Day 14: Lingerie W/ Ten

Post Date: 14th December 2022 Content: Smut - SuperM/NCT/WayV Ten x Reader WC: 1K TW?: Lingerie/ SoftDom!Ten/ Body worship

Summary: To cheer him up after a hard time over the holidays, you try on something a little special for him.

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“Are you okay baby?” You asked him, pouting when he turns to you with a pout on his face, shaking his head slowly, eyes barely open as he tries to keep himself awake.

He’s been so busy for the last few weeks with the promotions and comeback, everything. He’s barely had time to even sit down for even five minutes just to relax, and now being home with you, it all catches up to him and he’s ready to sleep for days on end. You couldn’t blame him for that, it hurt you to realize how hard he’s been working, and understand that he may need a few hours to come around.

However, you couldn’t help but feel the need to cheer him up, but the ideas that come to mind made you cringe, not that they were bad ideas, but you just wanted to treat him extra special. He deserves to have something special at the end of the day, he deserves a month-long holiday, doing whatever he wants but you know you can’t easily give him that.

“Anything I can do for you?” You ask quietly, taking him in your grasp as he lays his head on your chest, resting to the sound of your heartbeat as he hums happily, just happy to be cuddled up to you.

“No thank you, angel,” He whispers, nudging his head into your chest a little more, arms snaking around you and getting extremely comfortable on you, happily giggling when you’re playing with his hair. “I’m just really happy to be spending time with you”.

Just as you were getting comfortable, a lightbulb flashes in your head, trying to think of a sneaky way to get into the bedroom so you can try something to surprise him. You were going to feel guilty for ruining his comfort but you had your fingers crossed that he’d love the surprise and it’ll be so worth it.

“Baby, I know you’re comfortable but let me go grab some blankets from the bedroom, I won’t be too long,” You lie through your teeth and the guilt already sets in when you notice his little puppy dog eyes when he unwillingly moves off of you. “I’ll be two minutes”.

Getting up off the couch, you make a dash for the bedroom. You were definitely not going to be two minutes and you know that, but you needed to find something you were looking for in particular. Digging through your wardrobe, you find the little gift bag right at the back, which you put there ages ago, containing sexy Christmas lingerie.

With fingers crossed, you slide out of your pajamas and snake yourself into the red and white lacey set, white fur resting on your bust, the rest of it making the contours of your body stand out. You couldn’t that even you found yourself to be so sexy in this set, pairing it with a pair of red and white thigh-high socks, holding them up with a red garter.

Just as you let your hair fall out of the hair tie, you could hear Ten calling out for you, wondering where you are since it shouldn’t take so long to grab the blankets.

“I’ll be a moment, baby,” You call out to him, rushing to get some blankets and going to wrap one around you but the second you turn around to face the door, he’s standing there with a massive smirk on his face.

“Going to grab blankets, huh?” Pacing towards you, he tuts to himself, eyes completely glued to your body, wetting his bottom lip with a swipe of his tongue, “I didn’t realise that meant putting on the sexiest lingerie ever”.

You couldn’t help but get shy and giggly, wanting to cover yourself with the blanket but he pulls them out of your grasp, letting them drop to the floor as he takes you into his embrace.

“Don’t cover up baby, I want to see all of you,” His voice is smooth and sultry, hitting you right in your core, burning for his attention but you try to keep yourself composed.

Twirling you around slowly, he hisses in admiration at your body in the lingerie, throwing his head back satisfied with his hands covering every inch of you. This really boosts your confidence as you carefully watch him, skin igniting with every touch he was making on your now sensitive.

Pulling you right up against him, he guides you to the desk, taking a seat himself and pulling you onto him, head in the crook of your neck as he places light and delicate kisses across the skin and up your jawline to your chin.

Against your skin, he whispers, “Your body is so perfect, how can it be so perfect?”, making you writhe on his lap with every kiss he plants on your skin, holding you against him tightly, “I love everything about your body”.

Unable to hold back the shy giggles, you breathe out lightly, getting sensitive from the kisses as your hands hold onto his shoulders, not letting him out of your grasp.

“These shoulders,” kisses them, “Perfect”.

“These beautiful collar bones,” another kiss, “Perfect”.

“This chest,” tongue swiping across it with more kisses to follow, “So perfect”.

He continues this, planting kisses on your breasts, grabbing onto your thighs and hips, claiming them as perfect, then his.

“I hope you like this set?” you breathlessly moan from the affection, from the contact, making him nod against your chest, humming as he continues to kiss the rest of you.

“Like it? I love it, baby, it’s made my month for sure,” he replies, cupping your face as he kisses you passionately, the other hand reaching around to grab your ass before giving it a harsh slap.

“Please wear this more often, over this Christmas period,” He whispers in your ear, licking and kissing your lobe and really messing with your mind and your eyes roll to the back of your head from the way he’s being with you.

Of course, you were going to wear this more often, especially if you’re going to get this type of attention and it’s going to cheer him up more, like tonight. Which was a complete success.

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boytickler35 · 7 months

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Dorm Tickle Horror part 1

It started as a normal night; Mike, Austin, and Senghoon were playing video games in their common room with Joe lazily mocking them. The college boys were taking a well-deserved break after midterms to enjoy themselves and unwind. Mike sat at his laptop dressed in shorts, a tight fitting T-shirt and black ankle socks. Austin had set up his TV and was sitting on one of the couches, his sneakered feet propped up on the table in front of him. He had on a baseball cap, jeans, and a T-shirt. Senghoon, who was competing against him, wore a sweatshirt, sweatpants, moccasins, and socks. Joe sat off to the side dressed in a T-shirt, pants and socks.

They were disturbed by pounding on the door followed by fits of laughter. Joe rolled his eyes annoyed but went to open the door. A large man stumbled inside with a massive grin on his face. He looked around the room smiling widely at the boys. He was dressed in a large overcoat and dark pants. “Hello.” His voice was happy, but strange, not quite human somehow. Joe still looked annoyed and without even trying to be polite asked “What do you want.” The man looked a little taken aback by the rudeness but a smile quickly reappeared, even though this one seemed more malicious and less jovial. “Well I was here to relieve you all of your stress, but now I feel there is punishment in order now.”

The man advanced menacingly towards Joe who continued to glare at him. As he got close, he reached out and grabbed at Joe. The college student stepped back and growled “Don’t touch me.” The man’s face contorted and from his back and sides emerged another three pairs of arms. The boys in the room screamed and Joe’s face lost its color. The monster reached out and grabbed at Joe again, this time securing him. The arms that emerged from the monster’s back were long enough to teach over his shoulders and grab Joe’s wrists, holding them in the air above his head. The remaining sets of arms set to work kneading and poking the suspended boy’s sides and ribs. The result was Joe glaring at him more and saying “I’m not ticklish you weirdo, let me go and get lost. The monster’s cold smile never changed as his arms moved back to lie at his sides. “Well I guess I just have to fix that. This dimension isn’t suitable to punish you all anyway, too much of a chance for interruption.”

The building shook and the boys not being held were thrown to the ground. Senghoon recovered the fastest and rushed to the door leading outside. He threw it open only to find that everything outside of the building was gone, and was instead replaced with a black void. He slammed the door shut and turned back around when Joe’s voice got his attention. “I don’t know what you are but put me down and get lost!” The monster had said nothing for a few moments but now he spoke up not particularly addressing Joe but giving a warning to all of them, “This is my play pen; in here, everything is how I want it, and I want my new plaything to be ticklish,” he reached out and poked Joe’s side with one finger and got a giggle. Joe looked surprised while the monster the chucked unpleasantly. “I told you, this dimension makes whatever I want reality.” With that, the monster’s arms assaulted Joe’s sides with pokes and squeezes turning the glaring college student into a laughing wreak. Austin and Mike both grabbed Joe and tried to pull him away but found the monster much stronger than they were.

The monster looked at the remaining three boys while still torturing Joe, “I suggest you boys start running, when I’m done with him, it’s your turn.” Mike, although obviously scared managed to say, “We won’t leave without Joe.” The declaration sounded almost bold but as the monster’s eyes locked with his, any bravery vanished, “Your welcome to try to get him back, your tickling will only come sooner.” With that comment the three boys fled the room. The monster turned his turned his attention back to Joe. “Don’t think too badly of them, I don’t want them here right now, so they won’t stay. Now to deal with your punishment properly, I can’t stand rudeness.”

A pair of hands pulled Joe’s shirt off while the other’s backed off to give a short break. “Fuck you.” Joe’s voice was cold even though his face was red with embarrassment. “That was the wrong thing to say little man.” With Joe’s shirt off, the monster had access to the bare flesh underneath. The hands returned with a vengeance, all six on his sides abusing the ticklish skin there.

“hahehahehaheha” Joe’s laughter was immediate. He squirmed trying to get away from the hands but being held the way he was, there was no escape. He continued to twist and pull, getting nowhere while the monster taunted him, “What’s wrong tough guy, you had a lot of nerve when all I wanted to do was help. Now you and your friends are in big trouble.”

“Plehehehehase stahahahahap.” Joe’s face had quickly turned red and tears had started leaking from his eyes. “Oh now you’ve learned some manners, too bad it’s too late.”

The monster’s fingers continued to torment his ribs until one pair moved up more and started tickling his underarms. Joe’s laughter increased and his face only got redder. “Stahahahap.” The soft skin, not well protected by the light hair, was sensitive in ways Joe had never felt and the sensation was driving him crazy. His body had never been sensitive like this before but now, ever nerve ending was alive and ticklish. “The best part was that this was all avoidable if you had just been more polite, but now all of you are doomed to a ticklish nightmare beyond what you could imagine. Well, not doomed, there is a way out of course.”

Joe’s mind was beginning to feel foggy but it did seize on that comment. “Whahahat dohohaha yohahohaho mehehehen?” “Again with the issue with manners, maybe this will help.” The monster raised Joe so that his belly was in front of the monster’s face. The creature’s lower pair of arms went to torment Joe’s thighs and knees and the creature’s mouth started blowing raspberries into the boy’s belly button. Joe produced a squeal he had not known he was able to make. In between the raspberries the monster taunted him, “Poor little ticklish boy, if only you had shown some manners.” Fuhahahack yohohohohu!”

The tickling suddenly stopped and Joe opened his eyes for a moment only to see the full rage on the monster’s face. “That was the worst mistake you could have made.” His voice was low and dangerous and Joe was terrified. The monster threw him up in the air and grabbed him by his ankles. His socked feet were now up by the monsters face and the rest of his body hung down.

“I was actually planning on letting you and your friends off easy but not you’re not getting any mercy.” With that menacing comment, Joe felt fingers dancing across his feet. None of the previous tickling could prepare him this sensation. The fingers felt like rods of lightning shooting up his spine. His struggling returned in force but the monster’s arms held him tightly. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” “Oh you think this is bad? This is just the beginning.” And for several excruciating minutes all Joe could do was laugh and trying plead for mercy that was not coming. Then he felt something that terrified him more, the tickling stopped. From his position hanging upside down, he had to bend to neck to look up and when he did, he saw a pair of hands moving towards his socks. He felt the hands tug at them and the thin fabric that was his only protection, begin to slide off. Horrified as he was at this he was too drained to put up a great fight, he clenched his toes and hoped that something would divert the monster’s attention away from his feet. The monster succeeded in getting his socks off despite his hopes and all ten fingers began to torment his bare feet in earnest.

“NOHOHOHAHEHAHEHAHEHAHEHAHEHA.” He was beginning to think the sensation could not get any worse until all of the other hands started to tickle the rest of his body. Joe was overwhelmed by the sensation; the edges of his vision had started to turn black while his mind was no longer able to focus on anything other than the tickling. He vaguely heard the monster saying “So quickly? I thought for someone as rude as you, it would take a little longer to break you. All well, maybe your friends will provide a suitable outlet for my revenge.” Joe’s mind went blank after that, he was lost to the tickling.

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We sat in silence as my words hung in the air.

You looked at me, stunned at what I had said.

Almost as if I had asked the impossible when I asked where your heart was..

In that moment, in your silence, I had all the answer I ever needed.

All my hopes and dreams came crashing down as I watched your face twist in anguish as you struggled to find the words- any words- that could speak your heart.

I had fought for your attention, lingering on bread crumbs that I had hoped would satisfy my hunger for your affection..

To discover I needed more.

I couldn’t and wouldn’t settle for less than I deserved…

So, I did the only thing I knew to do:

I confronted you and gave you the dagger that your silence plunged into my heart.

It was in that moment that I realized I was chasing smoke and mirrors..and a dream that wouldn’t come true.

It hurt, I won’t lie.

I had clung to the hope that you would step up and tell me how you felt..

But deep down, I knew how this scene was destined to play out.

Tears rolling down my face, I looked at you painfully and uttered the word that I had never hoped I would have to say to you.

“Goodbye.”

And still, you couldn’t and didn’t say a solitary word.

Turning and walking away, I wiped away the tears streaming down my face and clenched my fists with resolve.

I was letting you go because I knew I needed more.

I deserved more, and with each step, my courage grew.

Leaving would open up a gap in my life that i knew would be hard,

But I didn’t have a choice.

If you couldn’t love me the way I wanted, then it would find someone who would…

But no matter where my life might lead me,

I still needed to get back to myself.

I had lost myself in you and the love I thought we had..

So, with each step away, I started walking back to myself- my heart, my courage, my self worth.

I had identified my sense of self through us and now, as I wiped away the tears, I knew it was time to come home an

I had identified my sense of self through us and now, as I wiped away the tears, I knew it was time to come home and find the girl again that I had lost along the way.

She’d been waiting for me to remember her all along,

And I knew that one day in the future, I would look into the mirror and remember her.

“Oh, there you are..I’ve been looking for you.”

Smiling, I would nod and my heart would finally come. alive again.

“Welcome home. I’ve missed you.”

I was finally going back to where I had belonged all along.

I guess I should thank you for your silence.

You did more than wake me up..

You set me free..!!!

#new book “Strong Woman Arisen #maslimanny #feelings #love #Instagram

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hangryyell · 9 months

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Astarion x Sil

As I relaxed around camp I could feel eyes on me. Ever since I met the vampire elf this feeling had been a constant. It wasn’t annoying, but I wish the man would say something. While we were out traveling, the feeling never faltered either. It was like cold fingers dragging along the back of my neck all the way down my spine. Anytime my gaze settled on him he was reading. Maybe I’m going crazy. I think to myself. I got up from my place by the fire and stretched with a soft groan.

“I’m going to bathe.” I called to the group, picking up my bag to wash some of my clothes that desperately needed to be cleaned. Taking my battle axe with me just in case anything tried me.

“Alright, be careful!” Came the call from Karlach’s tent. I gave a soft smile and gave her a wave as I left camp.

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It was late when I got back, a nice cold bath at the lake and a well deserved nap on the small beach. My clothes folded perfectly in my bag. I lean my axe against one of the boulders near my bedroll alongside my bag. I stretch again and sigh softly, now hungry and looking for food.

“I saved you some.” Came Shadowheart’s voice to my side. I jumped from not hearing her approach me.

“Thank you. I’m starved.” I chuckle, reaching for whatever leftovers she had for me. “Much appreciated.” I give her a smile. The cleric returned the smile and went back to her tent. I sat by the fire and ate quietly.

This time I felt the next person approaching, but how can I not? The gaze that bore holes into me for weeks now came up and squatted beside me.

“Welcome back my dear. Hope you had a good time with your bath.” Astarion purred, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.

My glowing yellow eyes moved from the fire to the vampire beside me. That smirk was set in place, those hungry red eyes settled on me. I continued to eat, not saying anything else. Astarion’s eyes followed the way my throat moved as I swallowed.

“It was perfect, got to wash my clothes and take a nap. But I assume you knew. Since you were watching.” I countered, turning back to the fire.

The snow haired man fell silent for a little before he cleared his throat. “Someone had to watch out for you. What if something happened while you were sleeping?”

I rose a brow and met his gaze again. “I can take care of myself Star.” I countered with a half smile. The look of disgust over the nickname made my smile full.

“You are a heavy sleeper, how could you take ca-“ He started.

“Just say what you have been wanting to say since the day I met you Astarion. Or would you rather me say it for you?” I cut him off, finishing my food. Turning my full attentions on him. He looked at me with narrowed eyes, head turning to the side like a cat watching a bug.

“Say what?” He questioned, a half smirk on his face. The white haired man was challenging me.

I lick my lips, his stare always made it hard to talk. I won’t lie, staring at his mouth when he spoke always made it hard to do anything, even to listen to him talk honestly.

“That you are hungry and you’d love nothing more than to sink your teeth into my neck for a meal.” I say quietly, knowing the rest of the team was oblivious.

It was his turn now to watch my mouth as I spoke to him. The lick of his lips before those ruby eyes met mine once again. “Using the tadpole I see?” He asked.

I chuckled at that and shook my head. “It’s obvious Star. The pale skin, the fangs? The wandering off at night, probably to feed. I watch you just as closely as you watch me.” I parry with a knowing smirk of my own.

The elf scowled at me after that and I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You don’t see anything.” He huffed.

“You’re right, I’m so sorry Star. I don’t see anything.” I mock with a frown, allowing my fingers to run down from my throat to collarbone. “Does the big bad vampire want to seduce this Dragonborn so badly?” I question innocently, cocking my head to the side.

I watch as his gaze follows my digits, the small dart of his tongue along his bottom lip before we were back in that stare. Astarion stood quiet for a few minutes, putting his hands on his thighs.

“You sit so pretty for me.” I praised softly.

“Now say what you want.” I demanded.

If vampire’s could blush I’m sure Astarion would be right now. He pouted and looked down at the floor. I got to my feet and dusted myself off, standing before him with a pearlescent pink clawed hand on my hip. Those scarlet eyes took their time giving me a once over.

“Alright, when you’ve thought of what you want to say you know where to find me.” I tell him, giving him another smile.

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Laying on my bedroll, eyes closed as I enjoy the sound of the fire, the wind in the trees and the water from a pond nearby. It was enough to lull me to sleep.

My first snore jolted me awake. “Shit.” I hummed before I opened my eyes and saw Astarion over me, teeth bared. I reacted before my brain could process the information. My hand wrapped around his throat and I rolled us so he was under me.

I straddled him right as I finally saw who it was. “What are you doing?!” I whispered to him, hand still secured around his throat.

The vampire didn’t look mad, he had that pretty little smirk set in place. One of his hands came up to take a hold of my wrist. “Careful darling, you might start something I can’t finish for you.” He purred those blood red eyes stared up at me with more than just the normal kind of hunger.

I shake my head and squeeze. “Speak.” I snapped, taking on the aggression that La’zel takes when talking to anyone.

Astarion groaned softly at the pressure I put on, feeling him squirm under me was such a surprise.

“I wasn’t going to hurt you dear. Never that.” He told me, the hand on my wrist slowly ghosting up my arm and back down.

“I couldn’t take it anymore, your smell is intoxicating. I need a taste so bad.” He whined, eyes never leaving mine. The snow haired man licked his lips.

“And you couldn’t say that earlier? Couldn’t I don’t know agree with me when I said that?” I questioned, loosening the right hold on him.

“Oh no, put it back.” He said, almost begging in that breathy tone.

I raise a brow at him and don’t say anything.

“Please.” He said, hand still on my wrist, his blunt nails trying to gather some purchase on my scales.

“Since you asked so nicely.” My grip tightens again, this time tighter than before.

The sigh of breath that leaves him, as he closes his eyes to enjoy it.

“You make such pretty noises for me, Star.” I purr. Looking around to see if anyone was awake

I bend to place my lips at his ear. “Now speak, tell Sil what you’d like and I’ll tell you exactly how I want it played out.” I tell him, my tail wrapped around his leg to tease him as he thought about it. I released his throat so he could talk.

The intake of breath he got, he opened his eyes and settled his hands on his chest as he looked up at me with that hungry smile. “My, you are the first ever to turn my brain to mush beautiful.” He panted.

“Feeding on animals like I have has left me wanting, feeling weak. With some humanoid blood I would be stronger. Just a bite.” He said, breathier than usual. “Please.”

I gave a smirk, my tail teasing at his inner thigh now. He squirmed against my tail. “Alright.” I say, getting off him. I used my tail to lift him off the ground and get him to his feet. I grab one of the furs I was laying on.

Astarion leaned toward me with the smallest hint of a smile. I watched him, my tail wrapping around his throat. The soft hum that I could feel on my scales made me lightly squeeze. I led him deeper into the woods by camp, away from everyone. We were shrouded by tall trees and more. The entire time walking here he held my tail, I wonder if it was because my hands were too far.

“Now dear, tell me where you want my fangs.” He purred, licking his lips as I turned to him when he spoke.

I release him again and he almost pouts. “I will sit on this pretty face.” I raise my hand and run my knuckles along his cheek. My thumb tracing his bottom lip.

“And you will pleasure me until I am satisfied and then will you feed from me.” I explain. Astarion opened his mouth and took my thumb into his mouth, those pretty ruby eyes on mine.

“For such a mouthy vampire, you listen so good for me.” I hum, watching him. He gives a half smile at the praise.

I began to remove my trousers, those eyes following where new flesh was revealed. I felt Astarion move in closer, to my right side. My tail moves to take one of his hands.

“You’re allowed to touch.” I tell him, placing the hand my tail held to my hip.

The vampire all but suctioned to my side, his cold lips kissing along my shoulder. His hands trace my scales across my hip and down my back, across my stomach.

I turn to face him completely, my large clawed hand making him look up at me. I bend a little to meet his lips in a quick kiss. One of my arms go around him to hold him close. His hands slide along my sides and chest before his arms wrapped around my neck to keep me there for another kiss. I moan into it, taking over. My tongue played with his. The soft groans I swallowed as I claimed his mouth made me hungry for more. His noises always had me thinking the most obscene things. If a dragon could get goosebumps I’d have them all the time when Astarion was around.

When I pulled away from the kiss the vampire licked his lips, red eyes on my lips.

“Now lay down so I can take my seat.” I demand softly.

Astarion gives me a grin and gets into position, laying on the fur.

I find my spot over him, his cold hands smoothing over the underside of my large scaled thighs. Humming, I reach down and card my claws through his hair.

Astarion nips and licks along my inner thighs, causing me to moan softly. He doesn’t wait for me to say anything. Using his vampire strength he pulls me down, arms wrapping around my thighs to hold me still.

I gasp, biting my bottom lip as he all but devours me. My moans are the only thing I can hear. “Shit.” I curse, closing my eyes to enjoy the way he fucks me with his tongue.

“Yes.” I groan, wanting to rut against his face, but I’m held fast. His tongue assaults my clit, swirling circles around the nub. I tighten my hand in his hair, my claws lightly marking the top of his head. His groans as he feasts on my folds just makes me tighten around his tongue when he plunges it into me.

My first orgasm stole all the air from my lungs. I topple over, hands catching me on the ground. “Fuck me.” I pant.

Astarion still has a strong hold on my thighs keeping me in place. My arms shake and I fold my arms under me, my forehead resting on them.

The feel of his fingers digging into my scales on my thighs is a delicious feeling. Sitting up so I can see his forehead from here. He moved a little so he could look up at me and I gave him a smile.

“Should grow your nails out. It would add such a nice touch.” I tell him softly. Astarion gives me a wink as he closed his eyes and went back to pleasing me.

I bit my bottom lip and enjoyed everything he gave me. “Yes.” I moan, my hands reaching for his so I could loosen his grip a little and start to roll my hips against his tongue.

“Mmm, a mouth that’s got more any just snide remarks.” I teased.

My second orgasm hits me faster than the first. I moan the elf’s name, thighs shaking as overstimulation rolls through me.

Astarion moves quickly, I’m on my back before I even know what’s happening. I look up at him, the moon peeking through the treetops illuminating him perfectly. Those ruby eyes seem like they’re glowing the way he looks down at me.

“Hello there.” He breaths, licking his lips. His chin and cheeks covered in my juices.

“Hmm, good looking and covered in me? Perfection.” I praised, reaching for the front of his shirt and pulling him closer for a kiss. I moan into the kiss, large claws hand glide down his back so I could lightly sink my claws into his ass and press him closer.

Astarion hisses into the kiss. He pulls from it and stares down at me, waiting for the order he’s been wanting all night.

“One more then you can feed.” I tell him with a smirk. Astarion hummed, bending his head to nip and kiss along my hips. He bared his fangs with a hiss. My cunt tightened around air and the thought of having him inside me.

“Just when I’m about to cum, you may take from me.” I tell him, rubbing claws through his hair.

The silver haired man nodded, getting into position. He put his arms around my thighs again to keep me spread and in place. The light kisses to my inner thighs made me hum. That strong hold he had on me just made my head spin. He nipped along the delicate skin there before he returned to pressing his face into my core.

I gasped, already starting to feel overstimulated. It felt like too much but not enough, I moaned softly at the contact his tongue gave on my clit. My gaze to watch him, those ruby eyes were already trained on me as he made a mess of me once more. Adding his fingers to the mix brought me closer to the edge faster than before.

“Y-yes. Faster Star.” I moaned, my tail sliding along his chest and torso. My claws dug into the fur under me, the sound of it tearing as he brought me over that cusp.

I sob his name as I cum on that pretty face once more. He groans, lapping at my mess before I feel the sharp feel of his fangs sink into my inner thigh. I gasp and cum again, thighs closing around him as he drinks. My legs shook as I laid there catching my breath, watching the stars tease me through the canopy.

“Such a good vampyr for me, Star.” I hum, reaching to run my fingers through his hair as he feeds. He has his fill and pulls away panting, some of my blood running down his chin.

“My dear, that was erotic, thank you.” He moaned, licking his lips as he stares down at me. My eyes are fluttering closed as I just relax.

“Rest, we’ll go back to camp in the morning.” He told me as he moved to help me get dressed.

“I will have you inside me soon, don’t worry.” I tease him with a soft chuckle. I fall asleep quickly, hearing the rustling of his clothed feet move around the area, maybe to keep guard. I have no idea.

#astarion #astarion bg3 #baldur’s gate iii #astarion x oc #astarion x Sil #astarion smut #hangryfic

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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Tattletale

Dano!Riddler x Female!OC, word count: 2.2k Chapter 2 is finished! (also on AO3). Chapter 1 is here. request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff

Eddie was being pulled out of the room and down the corridor, to a fire escape, putting his hand on her arm as she went to open it.

“Won’t…won’t that set off an alarm?”

“So?” She looked at him with a condescending expression.

“W-well…I can’t run that fast. If someone hears and comes after us-”

“Ok, fair point…Oh! There’s another exit out of the dressing room, come on.”

He stumbled behind her up the corridor, nervously watching the ground, the ceiling, the other doors to the other private rooms. Anywhere but her body, bouncing around in front of him with each step she took. She tugged him along, but he stopped, stiff and unwilling at the door.

“Come on, Eddie!”

“I shouldn’t…go in there. Can you at least…check and see if they’re ok with…m-me?” He knew he shouldn’t care, plenty had seen everything the women behind the door had to offer, and hundreds, thousands, more might after he had gone through. But he wanted to maintain an air of respectability around her, to make sure she remained feeling safe. Though, so far, her feeling safe around his was only causing more problems than he really needed.

She opened the door a crack, and Eddie peered down the corridor, trying to seem nonchalant, but boyish excitement at what might lie in store for him, a visual splendour of erotica and voyeurism, bubbled just underneath the surface. Enough that he had to will himself back to the neutral state of intense anxiety he lived in.

“Hey, everyone! Coming through with a guy!”

Motioning for him to follow her, Eddie took a silent breath and walked through the door. The smell hit him first, sickeningly sweet, but he didn’t want to stop breathing it in. The scent of a myriad of sprays and perfumes and lotions all intermixed. It almost felt the air was hazier, foggy in there too. The lighting, though bright, wasn’t harsh, and offered an almost dream-like quality to the experience.

“Hey cutie.” Someone brushed past him, their hand caressing his jawline and following through to his chin, where one finger lingered before the nail trailed away.

“Who’s this? He doesn’t look like he can afford this.” Another voice from the opposite side of the room, he flicked to face them, panic and fear in his face. He started to stutter out a response, but was soothed by her smile.

“Relax, kid. I’m joking. He’s pretty tense, you taking him to loosen up?” She winked at Eddie, before turning her attentions back to her, the reason he was in here in the first place.

“This is Eddie. He’s going to…he’s going to help me. Us.”

“Him? No offense kid, but you don’t look like you’ve got the muscle to back yourself up. I might be able to knock you to the ground if I tried hard enough.”

There were giggles echoing around him. His faced flared up, cheeks prickling with the sudden rush of heat at the embarrassment he was suffering.

“Tell them Eddie.”

It took him a few seconds to process what she had just said. It was so ludicrous. Was she really suggesting he tell this room of complete strangers, whores that he was The Riddler, famed seeker of justice, and…wanted criminal?

“Tell them you’re going to help us. You’re going to get Falcone and give him what he deserves.”

“I uh…sure. Yes.”

“Great! He sounds really confident about that.”

With an exasperated sigh, she was grabbing onto Eddie again, picking up a coat on her way past the rack and opening the door at the back of the dressing room. Outside in the cold air, Eddie was stripped of the pleasant senses by the pungent scent of a piss-reeking alley, neglected trash strewn around in burst and moulding bags. The change in atmosphere was a bit of a shock to his system. The bright, grey sky, the noises of the city, the stink. He leaned back against the wall, but was quickly pulled up by her hands, digging into the front of his jacket, before she let go and zipped herself up.

“Eddie, we really have to go.”

“Go…go where!?”

“Well, Falcone knows where I live. I thought we could go to yours?”

Which one? His real apartment was probably better, but easier linked to him. It was tidier though, he supposed. More appropriate to bring a girl back to. But he wasn’t really bringing a girl back. Or was he? No! He couldn’t really be thinking, in this moment of all moments, that she might reward him for his services by…no. Ok, so Patrick Parker’s apartment it was. It was closer at least, easier to get to in a rush, good view of the club so they could make sure they knew when Falcone and his men were coming and going. But it was…

He thought desperately about what might be visible to her in the apartment just up the block. She already knew he was The Riddler, and she wasn’t scared of that, at least not more than she was of Falcone, which if he was honest had actually annoyed him. But the apartment scared him even, sometimes. In moments of clarity, lucidity, he looked around the space and wondered who he had become, and how difficult it would be to get away from it. Too difficult. He was in it now. There was no turning back, and this was just another in a long-line of situations that he had to go through with.

“Sure. I have a place.”

“Ok, so let’s go!”

She took Eddie’s hand and began pulling him down the alley, but he corrected her and drug her in the opposite direction, impressed by how easily she corrected herself and kept his speed in the heels she had on. Outside of the apartment building, she hesitated.

“Isn’t this a bit too close.”

“And he’d never suspect you’d be that stupid, right?”

Following him inside, she kept close behind him, enough that he could hear her shallow and panicked breathing in his ear. The sound soothed him. It was odd, he was always nervous, always anxious and worried, plotting and scheming and preparing for the worst-case scenario. But the moment someone around him showed any signs of nerves, it gave Eddie’s brain a kick-start and pushed him into protective mode.

But the façade slipped away as she entered his unhinged living space. Strewn from end to end with his insanity. Her delicate body, exuding some sort of ethereal light, looked so out of place amongst his rambling notes, the newspaper clippings, and the scraps of metal and traps that littered the crumb covered flooring.

He was too busy admiring the way she moved through the space, confidently and romantically, like she was floating through it, not really there but observing it through some sort of unfortunate astral projection, that he hadn’t really noticed that she was leaning down to one of the cages on the floor. Before he could stop her, she had her face pressed close, and he yelled in a panic.

“Wait, don’t-”

The bars rattled as tiny claws grabbed at them, desperate to investigate the new scent in their shared space. Eddie was home, but someone else was too. The squeaks were loud and needy, and Eddie waited for her to scream and jump back, but instead she put a finger to the bar and let the rats gently sniff at her, letting out a soft giggle at their tentative touches.

“Those are rats.”

“…I know.” She replied without looking to him. “I like rats, I used to have a few. Falcone he…made me get rid of them. He told me they’d be fine, said to let them go in the alley. I told him they were domesticated, they wouldn’t survive. He told me it was them dead in the alley, or me.”

Eddie’s heart thumped down into his stomach. He’d never thought of his rats as pets, but they weren’t meaningless to him. They were his little colleagues, his helpful and friendly tools. If he was honest, they brought him a deep sense of companionship. And the idea of letting them loose for certain death, despite everything he had done and intended to do in his life up to that point, caused a hard lump to form in his throat. He swallowed it down quickly though, moving towards her, crouching beside her and reaching behind some boxes to produce a box of grains.

“I usually feed them fresh stuff, but I haven’t had time to go out yet.”

“What are their names?”

The thought had never crossed his mind. And he felt silly now, thinking about it. He never had a need to call for them, they were always there. So he’d never needed to name them. He didn’t want to seem callous though, afraid she might think of him just as uncaring and cold as Falcone.

“I only got them recently.” He lied. “I haven’t settled on a name yet, I’m no good at that. I want to…I want to get it right.”

“That’s very sweet.” She looked at him, smiling, cheeks puffing out as her lips pressed them up to her eyes. Without really thinking, his face pulled into a lopsided, dumbstruck grin in response.

“You…you can help me name them if you want?” She giggled, and he worried he sounded ridiculous.

“Ok…are they male or female?”

“I uh…don’t know. They’re both the same whatever they are. I didn’t want any babies.”

“Hmmm…Ok, this little white one is definitely getting called Cookie. And I think this brown one should be Eddie Jr. No?”

He smiled, a breathy laugh escaping his lips. He felt stupidly proud, like a father. Maybe they could co-parent the rats after this. Maybe she could just move in and they could all live happily ever after in this shitty second apartment. Or maybe he was completely insane and he had been so deeply invested in his work he hadn’t even noticed when he’d crossed the insanity line. In what world would she ever wanted anything to do with him beyond a favour? He was losing his mind.

When she stood up from the squatting position on the floor, he followed her.

“Uh…can I take your…coat?”

“I’m not really dressed for…”

“Right! Right…I’m so…so sorry. I could…if it wouldn’t be weird. I can get you a shirt to put on? And I have some sweat pants?”

“Yes please, actually. That’s so kind of you.”

He rushed out of the room with no further words, into his bedroom where he searched through the pile of clean, or clean-ish, laundry, picking out the pants and one of his old t-shirts. He handed them back to her in the livingroom and pointed her towards the bathroom. Possessed by the thought, he nonetheless tried to push it to the back of his mind, but he knew she was in his apartment, behind one door, undressing. This was a mess. But it was exciting. He began clearing up some scraps of his more incriminating plans from the desk, shoving them in drawers frantically, shouting back to her.

“I think it’s a good idea for us to stay low for this evening, just until I can plan things then. You can take the bedroom. The sheets are…” he lied again, “…clean, sort of. I’ll take the couch, but I don’t sleep much these days.”

At the sound of the door opening and closing he turned to find she was already close to him. Staring down at her in terror, suddenly struck by the fact that there was a woman, a beautiful woman, a woman he had lusted after, he thought she looked more beautiful wrapped in his clothes, in his scent, than she had in the lingerie she had been wearing at the club.

“You’ve been really sweet, Eddie. It’s weird. I know who you are, I know what this place is, I recognised it from the news streams. But you don’t scare me. And I like that about you. I can tell a good person, and I think deep down, or maybe even not that deep, you are good. I don’t know how to thank you for everything you’ve done so far, and everything you’re hopefully still planning on doing for me…”

She looked nervous, worried that he might back out. But he nodded, struck dumb by the way her hand was stroking his upper arm, her lips, pouting gently outwards as she stared into his eyes.

“But if there’s anything you can think of, you should let me know.”

As Eddie stood, still and rigid, arms pressed tightly to his side, he could only accept in silence the kiss she pressed to his lips. It was warm, soft. There was an unmistakeable feeling behind it, genuine sincerity in the way she lingered against him before pulling back and walking to his bedroom, where the waved at him before closing the door.

And spurred on by infatuation and, dare he say it, love, Eddie set to work planning on how to add the death of Carmine Falcone into his plans for Gotham. Which happened to be easy enough, since he was already on his list of targets. It just meant he’d have to work sooner rather than later.

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sezja · 2 years

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Aethersup, part 7

Previously: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

The days that follow are the happiest of Sanson’s life. It is a blessing, he thinks, as those days slip by, that he knows them for the joy they are - and that he knows them to be temporary, and can cherish each moment as it passes, committing it to memory.

Each day begins in Guydelot’s bed - his own has gone woefully unslept-in for nearly two weeks. Sanson wakes early, the better to admire Guydelot as he sleeps; he cannot recall ever seeing someone so peaceful, at least not while under his care. A bard to the core, Guydelot’s fingers move as he sleeps, plucking melodies from his dreams… though the man swears he’s a novice, with scarcely two moons’ training under his mentor, he plays the harp as though he’d been born to it. Sanson lies beside him, content to watch him dream, wondering what songs he dreams of… and wondering, yes, if Guydelot dreams of him.

Before the bard wakes, Sanson always slips away, preparing him something to eat when he wakes. His strength is returning by leaps and bounds these days, aided by steady meals and daily walks - aye, Sanson can’t deny their walks to and from the greenhouse, every day now, have played their part in replenishing the bard’s aether.

And after Guydelot’s breakfast, they set off on that very walk.

Guydelot no longer needs to lean on Sanson’s shoulder to steady himself, but they often walk with their arms tucked around one another, regardless. They’ve not had a repeat of the first day’s… heated diversion, for which Sanson cannot readily say if he is relieved or disappointed. No, they make their way in easy conversation to the greenhouse which has become their peculiar sanctuary, and there…

And there, Guydelot plays his songs, both old and new, both his own and those he has composed.

Time seems to slow there, Sanson feels, as though the bells themselves feel compelled to slow and listen a while. And he allows it to slow; allows himself to forget, for a time, that their time together is limited - that he has only a few precious days left of this. Guydelot has brought a flash of brightness and song into his life, the likes of which he is never likely to see again; if he can but etch this into his memory, if he can but crystalize each song into his mind… then perhaps it will be as though Guydelot never left, in the dark future that awaits after the bard leaves. Perhaps the day will come when he may close his eyes here, in the greenhouse, and remember when… when he was loved.

“You seem a little lost in thought,” Guydelot comments, taking a seat on the greenhouse step beside him. “I won’t say my feelings’re hurt or anything, but you hardly seemed like you were paying attention-”

Sanson makes himself laugh, quietly. “I was listening, I assure you.” How could I not be? “It was only…” Only that they have so little time remaining, just under two weeks. And that time will fly past, as well, just as these weeks have, and then Sanson must send Guydelot away. But Guydelot never wants to hear of his leaving, never wants to speak of the inevitability of it; he only insists he will return… or, more impossibly, that he’ll simply take Sanson away from this place with him, as though he could ever live among mortals! As though the world beyond these walls could ever stomach a voidsent monster walking among them! Guydelot speaks of it sometimes, when they lie in bed at night - of reintroducing Sanson to his lost family again, of introducing him to his mentor, Jehantel.

He has not spoken of his… his meeting with Jehantel; of the guilt which gnaws at him. He should; he knows he should - how can he carry on this doomed romance with Guydelot, knowing he nearly killed the man the bard speaks of so fondly? He means to, always means to, but the moment never feels right… or is that cowardice? Selfishness? Clinging to these bright, lovely moments, not wishing to see them tarnished by the anger he knows he deserves… and does it matter, he guiltily asks himself, if he never reveals the truth, when Guydelot won’t recall loving him after Sanson sends him through the barrier?

When Jehantel tells the man what happened, of the creature which attacked him in the night, Guydelot will hate the unknown assailant, with none of his own memories left to complicate matters.

Perhaps that’s for the best…?

“Sanson?”

He blinks, returning to the present, grounded once more in the here and now. He peers up at the bard, his own heart aching at the concern in the man’s eyes. Let me have this, he thinks, swallowing. For just a while longer, let me have him. “Forgive me. I’m easily distracted today, it seems - I didn’t sleep well last night.”

This earns him a grin. “Aye, well, that might be my fault.”

“I should say so.”

Guydelot laughs, rubbing a hand down Sanson’s back, comforting in its simplicity, and Sanson leans into him, content to be comforted. He allows his eyes to close. He is weary, and not from lack of sleep alone. The hunger for aether has returned, a dull ache that never wanes… though he has not yet spoken of it with Guydelot, wishing to prolong these idyllic days as long as he may. This prickle of hunger is nothing compared to the pangs he endures when going moons without a victim - this he can endure; this he does endure, drawing what little aether he may from their near-nightly lovemaking… however mortifying it may be that he can draw aether from it, he doesn’t shy away from it.

Gods, as though he could ever shy away from it. What he will do without it, once Guydelot is gone, Sanson doesn’t want to fathom.

“You’re cold,” Guydelot observes, winding an arm around Sanson to pull him closer. Sanson hums in acknowledgment, but doesn’t open his eyes; it’s too pleasant here. He could nod off here, secure in the curve of Guydelot’s arm. A moment passes, and then Guydelot asks, “Sanson, do you need aether? That’s why you feel cold, ain’t it?”

Sanson opens his eyes, his heart twisting. “I’m quite alright, I assure you-”

“Aye, but we both know you’ll go too long without it, don’t we?” Guydelot’s arm tightens around him. “Tonight, then. Right?”

He considers refusing - after all, Guydelot cannot force him to take his aether! - but good sense prevails; after all, what is he keeping Guydelot here for, if not to feed on him? If he’s not going to do that much, he might as well set the bard free now, and be done with it. Sanson sighs, shaking his head in defeat. “Aye. Tonight.”

“It’s not so bad, really.” He speaks more gently now, resting his cheek against the top of Sanson’s head, in a way that has quickly come to be familiar. “And I’ve bounced right back from the last time, eh? And you shouldn’t need my blood on top of it this time - unless you’ve got some other reckless plan in mind for once I’m out cold, this time.”

Despite himself, Sanson chuckles. “No… no. I mean to stay put and behave myself, you have my word.”

“I’ll hold you to-”

A great cacophony arises from outside of the greenhouse’s glass walls, however, cutting the bard off mid-sentence. They both shoot to their feet, watching in confusion as winged beasts scatter overhead, stirring up the spore-laden air, while other beasts race past in the direction the flying creatures came from… as though scenting fresh prey for the first time in an age. Sanson’s heart pounds, fear rising in a white panic. If something has entered Amdapor, it can only mean that the elementals have given their blessing and allowed someone to pass through their barrier. And if that is true, then…

Then surely they can only be here in search of him.

It can be no coincidence that this attack comes so soon after his own disastrous trek beyond the barrier.

Bewildered, Guydelot watches the chaos unfold outside. “What do you reckon that’s about?”

“We have to go,” he hears himself say, grabbing for the bard’s hand, tugging him back toward the hallway. “Quickly!”

No plan, no plan at all. He leads Guydelot in blind terror down the hallway - at least he need not serve as the bard’s eyes; as promised, he has lit several more of the torches, enough to light the way. Fear chills him. He will die today. He is sure of it; more sure of his own death than the ground beneath his feet. These strangers, whoever they may be, have surely come to find Guydelot, and in finding him, they will by rights slay his kidnapper; they will not trouble to arrest a voidsent, no matter how mortal he may look! The question is where to meet his death, and how gracefully to meet it, and how to ensure Guydelot’s safety in the thick of it all.

I’ll not put up a fight, he tells himself, sick at heart. Come what may. I have invited this death with my very existence; I have justified it by attacking Jehantel. I have justified it by abducting Guydelot. I am guilty of any crime of which they may accuse me - I can only accept my sentence with dignity.

“Where are we going?” Guydelot tries to stop, but Sanson hauls him onward, for once not scrupling to use his superior strength against the bard. “Sanson! What’s the bloody plan!? You can’t just-”

“They have come to rescue you, I am sure of it.”

Guydelot snorts. “Me? Why me? They didn’t bother coming after any of the others, and I ain’t exactly popular-”

Damn it all. “Your mentor, Jehantel, saw me flee toward Amdapor.”

That gives Guydelot pause, and Sanson feels him nearly trip. “Jehantel? You didn’t tell me he spotted you!”

“He’d collected your belongings. I found your harp with him.”

A sharp intake of breath behind him, as Guydelot’s quick mind assembles the pieces, joining the points at last. “Those arrows… hells, I thought I recognized them.”

“They were his.” Sanson stops. Let it out, then; let the whole thing shatter. If he’s to die soon anyway, it scarcely matters if he dies loathed and lonely… and perhaps Guydelot’s hatred will make him less likely to interfere when the inevitable comes. He makes himself look Guydelot in the eye, forces himself to speak clearly. “I attacked him,” Sanson says, letting the words fall heavily in the silence. “He found me stealing the harp, and I attempted to kill him. I meant to kill him. He fired on me as I fled.”

A fit of emotions cross the bard’s face - shock, anger, sorrow, confusion, many more Sanson can’t name; for a moment, he half-expects the man to strike him. He schools himself, tightens his reflexes; if Guydelot means to lash out, he will not stop him!

“Hells,” the bard says at last, rubbing his face. “And you’ve just… damn it all, you’ve just been sitting on that for nigh on two weeks, then? Every time we talked, every time we-” He takes a deep breath. “And the whole time, you’ve just been gnawing on, ‘I tried to kill your mentor?’ You never thought to tell me about it?!”

“You could flee now,” Sanson says, struck by inspiration. “The cellar is right there. The passage is near the back, past the empty storerooms. You’ll not miss it; it’s the largest door there.”

This earns him a blank stare. “What-”

“I’ve no doubt Jehantel is among those heading here now to destroy me,” he says, an odd calm creeping over him now, as the despair sets in. It is comforting, after all, to have nothing left to lose. “And I don’t mean to fight back; never fear. But if you leave now, and pass through the barrier, you’ll have no memory of…” Us. “Of all of this, of all I’ve done. It will be as though none of it ever happened. I cannot return to you the time I have stolen, but I can take from you the memory of it, and perhaps the… the pain of it, the shame.” He takes a deep breath. “And when you return to your life, Jehantel will assure you that it is for the best that you remember nothing of your ordeal, but that you may be comforted by the knowledge that no one else will suffer as you have.”

Guydelot sits through this speech, looking faintly shell-shocked; what he processes of it, Sanson cannot guess. He tries not to guess. Numbness will be his best armor now; he must face the end with resolve, and he cannot do that if his heart is still yearning for the moment only minutes ago, when he’d still been tucked against Guydelot’s side - when Guydelot had been worried for him, scolding him for not taking aether when he needed it. A moment in a quiet greenhouse, at the end of the best days of Sanson’s life.

Lock that away, he orders himself, taking a step away from Guydelot, then another. Lock it all away. If he could only be the heartless monster his attackers believe him to be, then…

“Are you- are you out of your godsdamned mind?”

Sanson stops, puzzled. “No.”

Guydelot stalks after him, closing the short distance. “You think I’m just gonna leave you here to be killed?”

“Did-” His throat tightens, threatening his hard-won composure. “Did you wish to witness it, then? Forgive me. I’d not thought-”

He is interrupted by a loud crunch from the direction of the atrium - the sound of a battering ram striking the ancient door, the weathered wood creaking under the strain. It will not withstand more than another blow or two, he knows, and then his assailants will be here. He could hide, he supposes; he knows this place in all its sprawling glory better than any stranger; he could lead them on a merry chase that will last the rest of the day or more… but why bother, when he has already made up his mind? He takes a deep breath, draws himself up, and begins to walk in the direction of the atrium, preparing for his own execution.

“Sanson,” Guydelot says, though Sanson barely hears him over the noise in his own head. “Sanson! Come with me down the bloody passage, then, and we’ll… we’ll think of something-”

“I have to greet my guests,” he says, with as much dignity as he can manage. “Don’t you hear them knocking?”

“Listen, let-” Guydelot grabs his arm, turning him around. “Let me talk to him, will you? The old man’ll listen to me; he’ll hear me out, at least. Give me the chance to talk him down, let him see that I’m alright, and he’ll-”

Baffled, thunderstruck, Sanson whispers, “Why… why would you do that?”

The bard opens his mouth to answer, but the sound of the ancient wood splintering and shattering swallows his words. Voices, angry and indistinct, rise from the direction of the atrium - Sanson hears the sound of orders being barked, footsteps fanning out. The attack has begun. The moment is approaching.

And Guydelot shoves him aside, heading toward the atrium with determined strides, calling out Jehantel’s name as he goes - leaving Sanson to drift in his wake, lost and confused.

Guydelot emerges from the hallway, stepping carefully over several splinters from the door. The battering ram itself - seemingly improvised from materials scavenged from Amdapor itself, judging by the thick coat of mold - lies harmlessly in the ruined doorway, and already spores drift in through the entrance; whatever negotiations he means to attempt, best he get them over with quickly. At the bard’s signal, Sanson hangs back; he is curious, in spite of everything, in spite of himself, to see what it is Guydelot means to attempt.

“Jehantel!”

The wizened old bard himself hurries back down the stairwell he’d begun to ascend, tears standing in his eyes. The others move quickly out of his way, including several men in yellow overcoats; the Order of the Twin Adder mobilized for this?

“Guydelot,” the older bard says, clasping Guydelot’s shoulders in relief. “Thank the Twelve! Are you well? You look as though you’ve been ill-”

“That’s a… that’s a lengthy tale, that is,” Guydelot replies, clearing his throat. “And I’ll tell it to you from the start later on, I promise. But first, there’s someone I’ve been wanting you to meet. Someone I reckon you already know.”

And he beckons toward the hallway.

Sanson takes a step back, abruptly terrified, startled out of his stoicism. This is Guydelot’s plan? To simply… introduce him, as though these people haven’t come here to kill him!

He runs. Unthinking, uncaring, he runs, letting his fear take hold.

Guydelot’s voice rings out behind him, but he is beyond caring; his steps carry him into the cellar - surely Guydelot won’t guess to follow him there, not when the other hallways are long and far-reaching, not when any one of them would be a better escape route. Or perhaps he’ll suspect Sanson means to flee all the way back to the greenhouse that has been their safe haven for this past week, home to all their foolish romantic daydreams, now lost. Sanson himself has no clear destination in mind, no plan, no strategy, only blind terror.

Perhaps here in the darkness of the cellars he might reclaim some shred of his composure, and once more prepare himself to meet his death with dignity.

He stands a moment, panting - not from exertion, but from fear - as he tries to plan his next move. His thoughts are scattered. Guydelot. Why…? Had Guydelot hoped to hand him over to be executed, then, to claim some manner of credit for the vampire’s capture? To redeem himself in the eyes of his cohorts? Or had… had he hoped to present Sanson as a friend, somehow washing away his own abduction, the attack on Jehantel, and all else besides?

Footsteps. Guydelot’s voice.

How did he think to follow me here? It doesn’t matter. Sanson turns, runs, a cornered rabbit with nowhere to flee.

The passage at the end of the hall looms. He wrenches the doors open, hurls himself into the darkness.

Why are you running? There is no sense in it. All that waits at the end of the passage is the barrier, and he won’t be saved by luring his pursuit through it; they may forget why they passed into Amdapor, but Jehantel won’t forget being attacked, nor will he forget that Guydelot was taken. He, if no other, will remember who Sanson is, and why he must be slain. There is no salvation waiting for the vampire here. He runs only because some primal desire to live outweighs his knowledge of the necessity of his own death.

He comes to a stop before the barrier - it glitters only faintly in the darkness, a warning too subtle to halt an invading army, but one he knows all too well. It isn’t his own point of entry; he has long since found other ways into the city itself - he has never been brave enough to attempt to cross the barrier himself; would it recognize him as a citizen of Amdapor, living there as long as he has, or would it burn away his memories of the many years he’s spent here, feeding off of the aether of unfortunate mortals?

And would it be such a loss, if it did?

“Sanson!” Guydelot. “Hells, you run fast.”

“For all the good it’s done.” He sighs, turning to face his fate at last… and surprised to find that of the many strangers who’d burst into his home, only Jehantel has accompanied Guydelot, looking scarcely winded by the chase.

No, not only Jehantel - coming shortly behind the two elezen is a shorter boy… no, a Padjal; Sanson observes the horns on the newcomer’s head, and enough of his memory remains to supply him with that much. A Padjal. Well, yes, one of their kind would have been necessary to cozen the elementals into allowing mortals past the barrier, Sanson realizes, though he’d not anticipated one of them being bold enough to venture deep into Amdapor.

“Be cautious,” the Padjal says, with a thoughtful frown, peering past Sanson. “A powerful enchantment is at work here. I will work to dispel it, but be cautious.”

“Aye, it’s a barrier. Sanson told me all about it. Never mind.” Guydelot waves it off, stepping quickly between Sanson and the others. “Listen-”

“That is the creature who attacked me,” Jehantel confirms, his brows furrowing. “And who abducted you, I imagine.”

“It’s complicated.”

“It is a voidsent,” the Padjal says, folding his arms in his sleeves. “As you suspected, Jehantel.”

Guydelot speaks louder. “And as I was saying, it’s complicated, Brother E-Sumi. Because he used to be a hyur.”

They cannot spare me, Sanson thinks, closing his eyes. They don’t dare. To spare me is to allow a voidsent to continue feeding on the people of the Twelveswood, and this, they cannot permit.

“This here’s Sanson Smyth,” Guydelot continues, winding an arm around Sanson’s shoulders. “Kidnapped himself, as it happens, and turned into a vampire. But he’s harmless. Basically harmless,” he adds, with a hasty glance at Jehantel.

The older bard is unconvinced. “Guydelot, it attacked me-”

“And fled!” Guydelot speaks over his mentor, triumphant. “He ran off, didn’t he? I’ve felt his strength myself, old man, and if he wanted you dead, I reckon you’d be dead. He ran off, and kept running even when you put an arrow or three in him. He’s not some deadly predator, Jehantel; hells, I have to bully the bastard into taking my aether, and it’s the whole reason he even brought me here!”

Guydelot has forgiven him, Sanson realizes, belatedly. Guydelot has forgiven him for attacking his mentor, and has understood - when Sanson himself scarcely understood it! - the importance of his retreat. And for a moment, everything in the world seems to right itself; some painful knot in Sanson’s chest unbinds, and he can breathe again. For a moment, at least, he may once again find comfort here in the safe haven of Guydelot’s arm, tucked against his side.

For the first time, something thaws in the aged bard’s eyes as he gazes at Sanson, warring with his fury. “...Aye, you fled,” he acknowledges. “When I asked about Guydelot. ‘Twas Guydelot’s name which recalled to you your humanity, was it not?”

“I…” He finds his voice, relieved to hear it emerge without wavering. “I don’t know what came over me. I meant only to reclaim Guydelot’s harp, never to harm anyone.” He hesitates, but it must be said. “I… I am sorry, sir. If it is any consolation, your arrows were very nearly the end of me that night.”

“A persuasive apology.” Jehantel peers down at the Padjal. “But is it genuine, or merely the work of a convincing voidsent…?”

“He’s more than just a voidsent!” Guydelot’s voice carries a note of desperation now. Sanson finds it difficult to be afraid, knowing he’s still secure in the bard’s affection; he may die now, he thinks, clinging to that knowledge to bear him comfortably into death. But Guydelot is stubborn, of course. “He’s a victim too, damn it all; you can’t just…”

“What we cannot allow is a voidsent feeding upon the aether of the Twelveswood,” E-Sumi says, his quiet voice cutting through Guydelot’s. “His strength will only grow will time, and with it, his need for aether.”

Sanson closes his eyes and bows his head, waiting for the final condemnation.

“You can’t mean to just kill him!” Guydelot cries, pulling Sanson close, enveloping the vampire safely in his arms. “There’s got to be another way, some way to-”

“Guydelot.” He wraps his own arms around the bard, holding him close, one last time. One last time, before he lets his own life go, and lets this Seedseer do what must be done, for the good of the Twelveswood. “Let me go.”

He gently pries Guydelot’s arms from around him, ignoring the bard’s protests, and then - before he has time to regret it, before he has time to stop himself -

He shoves Guydelot through the barrier.

The shock of it hits him like falling into ice water - steals his breath, makes his mind go numb.

Thoughts scatter, dissipating in his mind like smoke, blown away by the wind.

He staggers, hits the ground, falls on his back.

Winded.

A stone tunnel, stone walls, dark. Something in his mind says out, leave the tunnel.

But there are voices,

Voices he knows,

From the other direction.

He sits up. Strange, how foggy his mind feels; can’t recall how he got here. He blinks, blinks again, until the world swims into muddy focus - it’s dark here. Tunnel. Right. Should’ve brought a torch.

But that’s Jehantel, there, and… hells, is that Brother E-Sumi-Yan? What has he been getting up to? The Seedseer is holding Jehantel back from hurrying toward Guydelot… and a faint telltale shimmer in the air suggests there’s magicks at work, something the bard probably oughtn’t have stumbled into. Something he wouldn’t normally have stumbled into, he’s pretty sure; being observant is one of his better qualities.

There’s someone else, too, someone he doesn’t recognize - a man on his knees, looking as though he dropped there, gazing after Guydelot as though he’s lost something tremendously important.

I know you, he thinks, staring back. I know you…

“As I was going to say,” Brother E-Sumi says, with a wealth of patience that is nevertheless wearing remarkably thin, “the question we must ask, then, is how much of the mortal soul remains, and whether enough remains to be separated from the voidsent.”

The stranger buries his face in his hands, making a quiet, pained sound that pulls at Guydelot’s heart.

“Is such a thing possible?” Jehantel asks, distracted from Guydelot by the question. “I’d long believed a voidsent created in such a manner consumed the soul entire… though I confess, I know little of these arcane matters.”

They speak, but Guydelot has stopped listening; his attention has been wholly claimed by the stranger, seemingly trapped in a hell of his own making. The bard scoots himself toward the man, not yet trusting himself to stand, the way his head’s spinning. He’s wary of the barrier, but hells, he already fell through it once, evidently. It didn’t kill him. He figures it’s not likely to kill him this time, either. Gently, carefully, he reaches through the sparkling space, drawing the stranger’s hands from his face.

Tear-reddened blue eyes stare back at him, drowning in agony.

He knows those eyes.

The fog clears, and he remembers.

Sanson.

“Guydelot.”

“Hey, you,” he replies.

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Your blog is so nice and your talent is amazing! Thank you for delivering such a wonderful content <33

Would you mind to write anything about s/o caressing Undertaker's scars? Thank you anyway!

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God I am SO SOFT............

He curses himself when he flinches.

Were the circumstances normal, UNDERTAKER usually loves to be touched by his beloved. Being close to them in every way he possibly can be, including when they set their hands upon his skin with nothing between, is one of the things he lives for. One of the things that makes him feel alive, the spark of hope that makes him think everything is worth it.

But (Name) has just let their fingertips ghost over the scar which wraps around his pinkie, and he’s jumped nearly a meter.

He really ought to be more composed than that. Unfortunately, though he can almost ignore the presence of his scars most of the time, any touch against them is enough to shift some memories to the front of his mind. The scars themselves aren’t tender the way a fresh scar or a bruise or a cut would be; the parts of his emotional self which connect to the physical, however, are incredibly tender.

They’ve never healed, mainly because he tries to pretend, where other people are concerned, that those emotional scars don’t even exist.

“’Pologies, darlin’,” he chuckles, and closes his fingers around theirs. “Jus’ spooked me a l’il there. Y’know I’m an old man, gotta take it easy on me!”

They give him a bashful smile. “No, no, I’m sorry. Were you thinking about something?”

He hums. “Nothin’ more than usual, just the rocks in my ‘ead ‘n’ all, hehe! Guess if y’ ever need ta get my attention, y’ got a sure way, at least.”

“Haha… that I do, I suppose.” All is quiet for a moment, until they give his hand a light squeeze. “Does it… hurt? When I touch the scars, I mean. I won’t do it ever again if it hurts you.”

God. How did he deserve them? How in the name of rhyme and reason did the universe line up to afford him someone so considerate? “Now, don’t y’ worry y’r pretty little ‘ead ‘bout that. I’m jus’ fine.”

When their head tilts at him, he can see the curiosity glimmering in their eyes. Perhaps he ought not have told them that. The only saving grace is that he knows them well enough to know they wouldn’t ever try to hurt him on purpose.

Even so, they lift their hand to come at him again. His heartbeat, or what passes for one in a creature like him, quickens.

This time, they drag their nails lightly across the scar which practically splits his face in half. And they’re meticulous about it. Their touch begins up at the top of his forehead where the pattern seems to blossom from his hairline. From there he closes his eye to allow their fingertips passage, and they slip over the bridge of his nose.

Their touch finally tapers off when they reach the side of his cheek, where the scar disappears into his jaw. Although it wasn’t as if they were using a lot of force, the way their fingertips draw away is even more gentle.

Maybe it’s the way he’s statue-still the entire time that prompts their soft voice to ask, “Are you sure they don’t hurt, love?”

He hears a shuddering breath, and the fact that he doesn’t feel quite as heavy as before makes him realize that it came from him. “Mmh… no… they don’t ‘urt. ‘S jus’ been… a while… since I let anyone touch ‘em like that. Not used ta it.” That’s not really a lie, is it? he whispers to himself.

“Oh.” It sounds like a lot is packed into that one little word. “Do you… not want me to do it?”

A short little laugh makes its way out. “Lemme ask y’, sweet’eart. Why do y’ wanna do it in the first place?” He adds with his usual teasing tone to cover up any vulnerability, “Plenty’a other places ta touch that might be more fun.”

They snort, then lean forward to give him a kiss. “Maybe. But I don’t know… I just… was looking at you and… thinking about you and… ah. I’m not making sense, am I?”

“Aw, well, where’s the fun in makin’ sense?” He returns the kiss, releasing a sigh against their lips. “Listen, then… if y’ want… go ‘ead.”

“… ‘Go ahead’?”

“Right y’ are.”

Their eyes sparkle at him for a moment, maybe wondering if he’s being serious or being cheeky. Then, slowly, their hand raises up to the scars on his neck, thumb hooking in against his collar as they rest their fingers against his skin.

This time, even though he almost wants to, he doesn’t jump or hold his breath at the contact.

This time, it feels… better. Like they’re pressing a cooling, loving touch to all the pieces of his emotional self that are tied to the scars.

Adrian? They love you, you old bat.

And for right now, that’s enough.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Undertaker #scenario #romantic #fluff #hurt/comfort #MY MAAAAAAN #he pretends he's fine but HE IS NOT FINE!!#one hell of a queue

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20.5

The game, as d’Orléans explained it, was simple. Just a parlor game this group had a tradition of playing between the Demeter’s last stop and its final destination; a diversion the ship’s regular passengers had found to pass the time. Everyone would write down the name of a relatively well-known person on a slip of paper and add it to a bowl. Each player would then draw a slip from the bowl and, without looking, stick it to their forehead with a little saliva. The first to guess the name they’d been assigned was the winner, but play would continue until everyone had guessed correctly.

The man with the eyepatch passed around the stack of blank white cards that d’Orléans had been holding, along with a handful of pens. Cody watched John stare at his card with brows furrowed, then saw Friday lean over to say something quietly into John’s ear. Of course–neither of them excelled at reading or writing, and d’Orléans had clearly assumed that everyone in their cohort was literate. Friday seemed to know a little more than John, at least; Cody watched her fill out her own card and then, so quickly he almost missed it, palm John’s to fill it out for him.

“Cody,” Val said lowly, drawing Cody’s attention back to the end of the room he currently occupied. “I don’t think I want to play this game.”

“Leave, then,” Cody said.

Val frowned. His pen was hovering over his own blank card. “It’d turn into a whole…” he gestured vaguely. “Never mind.”

“I’ll pretend to be sick,” Cody volunteered. The valets had gotten skipped over for cards–apparently they weren’t part of this game. Jolie had already slipped out of the room to be somewhere else, though Sanvi and Etienne had stuck around, hanging back like Cody on the fringes of the room.

“You’re John’s valet, not mine.” Val shook his head. “That’ll look fishy.”

“What if you win?” Cody asked. “Then you can go, and people won’t ask any questions about it.”

Val’s frown deepened. “I’m not good at guessing games.”

“You don’t have to be,” Cody said. After the past couple days, God only knew Val deserved a win, even a small one. Maybe it wouldn’t make him feel much better, but it would definitely get him out of here faster.

“I don’t?” Val asked.

“I’ll help you cheat,” Cody said. He fought down a smile. He hadn’t made much low-stakes trouble in a while, and now that he’d had the idea, he’d be disappointed if Val turned him down.

Val exhaled a long breath out of his nose. “How?”

“Tear a bit off your card,” Cody said. “And leave your pen here when you go and put your name in the bowl.”

Val did so, ripping a narrow strip of paper from his card in a way that looked to any outside observer like he was fidgeting while he waffled over what name to write. He let the smaller slip fall to the waist-height windowsill between them. After another few seconds, he scribbled down a name on his card that Cody couldn’t read, then folded it in half and crossed the room to drop it in the communal bowl d’Orléans had set on a chess table.

“When you get your name, I’ll write down what it is and put the paper in your pocket,” Cody said. “Don’t guess it right away. Ask some questions first, so you don’t look sketchy, then act like you figured it out.”

“Okay,” Val said. He nodded, like he was trying to reassure himself.

Val wasn’t a good actor, so far as Cody knew, but he didn’t have to be for this. At least half the people in the room were already a little tipsy on the mimosas they’d had with their breakfasts, and d’Orléans was making a show of mixing bloody Marys from the small bar in the corner. Cody figured others in the room were liable to be cheating, too. Possibly colluding with their valets, though John hadn’t so much as looked Cody’s way since he’d entered the room.

Anyway, if they got caught cheating, what was the harm? It was just a little fun. At worst, Val would get laughed at for trying to lie his way into a win, and that would be that. This wasn’t La Salle.

The man with the eyepatch soon circled the room once more, carrying the bowl and passing out cards to the participants of the game. Something like a scowl passed over his carefully neutral expression as he came to Val and offered Val a slip from the bowl. Val took the card from his hand, and the expression on the man’s face was gone so quickly that Cody immediately began to doubt he had seen it at all. Val didn’t seem to have noticed it, either–he was too busy brushing his hair aside and affixing his card to his forehead.

“Well,” d’Orléans said, clapping their hands for attention once more, “now that you’ve all received your cards–let the game begin!”

The room filled with chatter immediately. Participants turned to their neighbors to eagerly grill them with yes-or-no questions, the only kind they were allowed to ask for the duration of the game. John and Friday were talking again, apparently playing in earnest.

The name on Val’s card was no one Cody recognized. Still, he diligently copied it onto the strip of paper Val had left for him on the windowsill while everyone else was distracted with their own deductions. When he was finished copying, he dropped the strip back to the windowsill. He moved away from Val to reset the pool table, idly retrieving the balls from the pockets and placing them into the rack. It was something to do with his hands, at least, and he would attract less attention if he looked busy with some chore.

Cody tracked Val in his peripheral vision as the other man moved towards the crowd in the center of the game room, apparently resigning himself to joining in the fun of puzzling out what name he’d been randomly assigned.

“Am I a woman?” Val asked.

“No,” someone in the crowd returned, loudly.

“A man?”

“Yes.”

“Deceased?”

“Oh, certainly!” someone else said–Cody thought it was Mrs. Dumont.

“Am I…a philosopher?”

There was a long pause, as though not everyone knew the answer to this. Finally, someone Cody couldn’t see said, “Yes.”

“A theologian?”

“Yes,” the same person said, again. Cody saw that it was the man with the eyepatch, who had once again taken up his post at d’Orléans’s side.

“From the Roman Empire?” Val asked.

“Yes,” the man said a third time.

“Then I must be Clement of Alexandria,” Val said. He plucked the card from his forehead, looked at it, and placed it down face-up on the table with a wry smile. “Oh, would you look at that. I am. I’ll see you all for dinner.”

Val turned on his heel and left the game room. Most of the other players looked stunned; Cody noticed d’Orléans looking faintly annoyed, their eyes narrowed to slits as they watched the door swing shut in Val’s wake. Sacha caught Cody looking and offered him a grin and a wink.

“Mr. Lecter must be particularly well-versed in decanonized pre-congregation saints,” Sacha said lightly. “That’s some party trick for a film producer.”

Cody saw Friday and John exchange a look. Apparently Friday had embellished her marital backstory a little too thoroughly in the past day or so.

“It’s a hobby of his,” Friday replied primly. “He takes the church very seriously.”

“Well, I admire a man who can find something to believe in and stick to it that well,” Sacha said, leaning back in his armchair and kicking his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. “Guess I’d better get serious, huh? Am I…an American?”

The number of competitors in the game had begun to dwindle. Sacha had guessed his card almost straight away after Val. He’d then been followed in short order by d’Orléans and a couple of their friends, including the man with the eyepatch–whose name Cody now knew was Casimir. Friday and John remained as competitors, alongside the Dumont couple, Clovis, and an older woman named Ghislaine with a severe-looking valet who kept bringing her glasses of scotch.

“Ah,” Friday finally said in recognition, snapping her fingers. “Am I Madeline Bellamy?”

Cody hadn’t been paying attention to the last question she’d asked–he’d ceased paying attention to the game at all, instead sitting on the windowsill and watching the veiled deck of the ship outside. Occasionally some passenger or crew member would move past the window, too obscured by the gauzy curtain for Cody to see much more than a shadow.

“You are,” d’Orléans said with an indulgent smile. They, Casimir, and Sacha had stayed behind to see the rest of the game through; a handful of the others who’d already guessed their cards had followed Val’s example and wandered away for other amusements.

Friday clapped her hands in delight that Cody suspected was half for show. She took the card from her forehead and slapped it down onto the table, then turned to John.

“You can get yours,” she encouraged him.

“I don’t remember what I’ve asked,” John said, a note of frustration in his voice. He was sitting with his back to the window–Cody couldn’t see what was written on his card, though from Friday’s tone of voice it could only have been something painfully obvious.

“You know you’re a man,” Sacha said, ticking facts off on his fingers as he went. “You’re not an American, but you live in America. You’re a gang leader. You’re involved with Hemisphere, and we agreed that most people dislike you. You-”

“Marc Waters,” John said. Apparently hearing all the facts together had helped him come to a conclusion.

“There you go!” Sacha said, clapping him on the shoulder. Cody clenched his jaw around an impulse to tell the man John didn’t like to be touched. That was not his job at the moment.

“I still don’t know who I am,” Clovis complained. He had been mostly complaining throughout the entire game, and doing very little question-asking. Cody was almost surprised that Etienne hadn’t helped him cheat, given that the two of them didn't appear to have any qualms about bending the truth.

Cody had assumed that John would leave once he’d guessed correctly, but John made no move to get up from his spot on the couch next to Friday. And as long as John was in the game room, Cody had to stay. He waited with the other valets, now impatient, fidgeting with his sleeves and ponytail. There was no reason for John to stick around, but Cody couldn’t just say he wanted to leave. It wasn’t a valet’s place.

Time continued to pass, and John continued to sit on the couch, largely doing nothing except replying to Friday when she spoke to him. The participants of the game dwindled further; Ghislaine guessed correctly that she was some character from a book Cody had never heard of, and the Duponts finished shortly after, egging each other on over the finish line. Clovis was the last participant left, and with multiple hints from Sasha and d’Orléans he was able to deduce his card was John the Baptist. Cody didn’t know Val’s handwriting well enough to identify it, but he was sure that Val had written that card.

"This is a stupid fucking game, anyway,” Clovis said, snatching the card from his forehead and throwing it to the floor as he stood up. “Come on, Etienne. We’re leaving.”

He stormed out with Etienne on his heels. Sacha whistled, still reclined with his feet propped on the table.

“That man has a worse temper than Conti,” he said.

d’Orléans shrugged. “Some people are sore losers, dear. Shall we discuss lunch?”

John stood abruptly and collected his cane, perhaps sensing that the time had come to either leave, or be roped into lunch plans. Cody let himself exhale in relief.

“Thank you. I had a good time,” John said, politely. He squeezed Friday’s shoulder briefly in passing as he turned to go, and Cody saw her smile. Then, with a quick gesture for Cody to follow, John left.

Cody slipped out into the hallway, relief quickly giving way to annoyance at being made to wait so long for no apparent reason. He suppressed the urge to walk side-by-side, instead trailing behind John like he’d seen the other valets do with their employers. It was a tough pace to keep, slower going than Cody was used to.

“What the hell was that?” Cody demanded. “You could’ve left when you were done, and you just made me stand there.”

“You could have left, too,” John said pointedly.

“No, I couldn’t’ve! Did you see the other valets leaving? I’m stuck following you around, John, that’s how this works.”

“That must be so hard for you,” John said. He didn’t turn around.

20.4 || 20.6

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Marriage. 103

Chapter 103: Anniversary Dinner

“Bulma! Was your goal to get people killed today?”

“What are you talking about, Gohan? Your mother looks great.”

“My mother looks like she’s ready to see a blood bath, and give dad a heart attack!”

“What you mean, big brother? No way mom could even kick in that dress.”

“No, but dad sure isn’t going to be happy about this!”

“I don’t get why? Your mom looks absolutely incredible. Why won’t your dad like it?”

“Because, Videl, she’s going to be in public! Dad is already overprotective, and extremely possessive, when it comes to mom. He’s going to flip!”

“Gohan!” *Slap* “Calm down. I’m sure Ms. Bulma knows what’s she’s doing.”

“Yeah, big brother. Calm down.”

“Kid, you’re just over reacting. Your mom looks fucking sexy as hell. Your dad would just be too focus on her, to worry about anything else.”

“Bulma. You better have a plan ‘B’ for when we see on the news, that a bunch of guys were killed.”

“Kid, you have jokes. But that one sucks.”

…

That conversation still played in my head. And that was just an hour ago. I’m surprise I have yet felt at least an earthquake. Where did Bulma set my parents up for their anniversary? Seeing mom in that dress even gave me a panic attack. I even was trying to convince mom to change, before it was too late, but the limo was already waiting. If I knew Bulma was going to make mom wear that I could have done something. To top it off, I’m on babysitting duty. And we had to start heading out, before mom and dad anniversary dinner was over. I was between taking Goten to the lookout, or taking Videl offer, and we go to her place. Right now, I was just pacing outside, and they were trying to stop me. I just can’t help it.

Don’t get me wrong. Mom has plenty of clothes that show off, but not everything at once. That’s what’s scaring me. That thing shouldn’t even be considered a dress. It’s too high up her thigh, and it barely covers my mom’s chest area. She looked like something out of Master Roshi magazines. Which is a huge red flag! That’s when I felt a slap. I looked to who slap me, and it was Videl. I finally decided that we would go to her place. At least, I would be close enough, in case something happens.

…

Where is she? Did I get here too early? I hope she likes everything. Bulma said this restaurant was the best in the world. I really hope Chichi likes it. My Chichi deserves the best. Just then, I felt her energy coming my way. So, I stopped leaning against the doorframe, and prepared myself to see my beautiful… WHAT IS SHE WEARING? I don’t know if my body is trying to faint, or go super sayian. All I know is that, my Chichi is wearing something that I approve and disapprove.

The guy that help her out the limo, is looking at her behind. But he quickly stops, and is staring at me with fear. He now has his hands in front of him, begging that I don’t kill him. All I feel is small hands trying to pull my attention. I look to the source, and it’s her. It takes me a minute, but I finally follow inside. Thankfully, Bulma set us up in a private room. But still doesn’t make me calm me down. I’m still on edge. I can’t believe what my wife is wearing. I wouldn’t mind seeing that when we’re alone, but we currently not, and that’s what upsets me.

“Honey.” For a split second, my rage calms down, as I look into those beautiful brown eyes. “Can you please stop being a super sayian. I know you’re upset, but please.” I try to bring my rage down, but I still feel uneasy about this. “Thank you. Let’s just enjoy dinner, ok?” She has the most beautiful smile, and I couldn’t help smile back. All words are lost to me at that moment, and all I could do is nod.

I’m grateful that the servers are bots, because I don’t think I would have last seeing another man looking at my wife. As we ate, I couldn’t help admire her. Even though, I would have liked it if she was more covered up. But I can’t lie that my perfect Chichi doesn’t look incredible. I’m actually very pleased that dress fits her body perfectly. It even makes me want to have her right now. But I have to control myself. Chichi would hate if I ruin dinner. But later, she’s going to be my dessert. And seeing how much my Chichi is blushing, is making this all the better. “Goku, shut up.”

“Can’t help it. You’re just incredible.” She now folds her arms under her breast, which made them raise a bit more, and making them look even bigger. I think my wife is trying to kill me. I’m supposed to be on my best behavior, and she’s not only being cute, she’s being down right irresistible. And I could smell her, and that’s making it even harder. Not to mention, we currently have our legs crossed, under the table.

“By the way.” I look at her, and I feel slightly puzzled by her tone of voice. “I’m surprised you’re not only wearing a suit and tie, but it didn’t break when you went super sayian.” She’s now giggling behind her hand. And she looks so dreamy right now.

“Well, Bulma said something about making the suit expandable. I didn’t really get what she meant by that, but I guess we just found out.” I couldn’t help chuckle at that thought. Guess Bulma did plan out everything. “I am curious.” She looks at me, and is still blushing. “How in the world did Bulma get you to wear that?” I pointed her dress.

Her whole upper body turned red, and she tried to hide behind her hands. Awe, she’s being so adorable. “Bulma bought it without me knowing. I was still looking for a dress, when she pulled me. She said she already found the perfect one, and that we had to leave. It wasn’t till we got home that I saw the dress. I wanted to not wear it, but you know how Bulma is.” We both started laughing at that. “Funny enough. Gohan went into a panic when he saw it.”

“You can’t really blame him. He does know how I am around you.” She nods. That’s when the food finally arrives. As we eat, I couldn’t stop staring at the beautiful creature in front of me. After the meal, I at least leave a tip, and we start to head out. Thankfully, Bulma had pay the limo driver to also take us home. On the way home, I was trying to stay in absolute control. Even though Chichi was being extremely tempting. Even rubbing my leg, and snuggling into me. I tried my very best to not move my hand from her side. If I did, I wasn’t going to stop. When we reached home, I had to take deep breaths to keep me calm, as we walked inside. The moment the door close, I was about to attack my wife. But she held her hand up, confusing me, just enough to escape up the stairs.

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I still can’t believe Bulma actually did this. The dress is way to short, and too tight. Is this even consider a dress? The hearted bust did support my breast, and even made it look bigger. The middle section was tight to where it was a bit hard to move, or breathe. Then the skirt part just barely went past my hips. It at least covered my panties. Well, if I was wearing panties. What I wore shouldn’t be considered panties. It was just string. I try to take a look how my butt was in this. I felt my face go on fire. It barely even cover that. If anyone bent down, just a little, they would be able to see under. Goku is going to flip!

When I showed the boys, and Videl, Gohan went into a panic. I just knew this dress was a bad idea. But it was too late. The limo was here. My nerves was on fire. When I finally got to the restaurant. The moment I stepped out I was just stunned. Then it hit that my husband was about to kill a man. I tried to pull him away. Thankfully he followed. When we got to the private room, it looked so romantic. But my Goku still hasn’t calm down. It took me a while to get him calm enough to sit down. When we sat down, the way he was looking at me had me feel frozen in place. He was looking at me all over, and I couldn’t help smile. Even though he’s upset, he was still blushing and taking deep breaths.

Then bots came to give us menu’s, and take our drink orders. He, like always, had water, while I chose an ice tea. Maybe when he calms down, he’ll pick a different drink. So, I ordered two ice tea, for when he snaps out it. I try to reach out to his hand, and for him to actually hold my hand tells me he wasn’t as upset, like a moment ago. “Honey.” His eyes stared into mine, and my breath caught in my throat. “Can you please stop being a super sayian. I know you’re upset, but please.” I could tell he was struggling, but was grateful he power down. “Thank you. Let’s just enjoy dinner, ok?” He gave me the most incredible smile, and nodded. He was just being so dreamy.

As he calm down, he was looking me all over again. But this time, he had a grin on his face, and my face was burning up. I even heard him think about having me for dessert. “Goku, shut up.” He just smiles at me, and he gave me a complement. My body was on fire, and I couldn’t help fold my arms. I wasn’t staring at him, but I was able to see that his grin grew. That made my body burn even more. And is even getting me, all worked up. We made small talk as we waited for our food. We complement each other outfits, and joked how Gohan reacted to my outfit.

When the food finally arrived, I could tell his attention wasn’t fully on the food. Then afterwards, while waiting for the limo driver. He stood behind me, and had given me his jacket. Once inside the limo, it was a quiet ride. Even though it was quiet, didn’t mean nothing happened. I snuggled into him, and rubbed his leg. His hand on my side, did squeeze me a bit, and he seem to be having trouble breathing. I smiled up at him, and he was staring down at me. His eyes kept flickering, and was biting his lip. He’s really trying. It makes me so happy. I tried to go for a kiss, but that’s when we made it home. Well, that was fast, or I wasn’t paying attention.

When we got out the limo, I wrapped his jacket back around him. I even pulled him down for a kiss. It threw him off guard. But when he came to, he was rubbing my sides. But when his hand reached my behind, and he was touching skin, he went into shock. I took that chance to run into the house. When he came to, he rushed into the house, and had closed the front door. The moment he saw me, he looked like a wild animal. I shook my hands, singling to wait. Thankfully he didn’t move, and a ran to our room. I just made a foot into the room, when I felt him behind me. I then felt his finger flick my skirt up, revealing the string of a supposedly panties. Without warning, it snapped, and left me bare.

I could practically hear him growl. “You should have let me beat him. That hide nothing. It was see through.” I felt him firmly slap my left cheek. “Another man saw what’s mine. No man is supposed to see what’s mine.” Then a firm slap to the right cheek. I then felt him unzip the dress. He then pulled it off me. Then his growl became more of a snare, as he held my hips. I felt his forehead lean on my shoulder. I could tell he was breathing heavily. “Mine.” He then flip me around, and he looked so angry. I tried to bring arms to his neck, but he stopped me. He guided my hands to his tie, and I felt my face burn.

As I undid his tie, his hands were on my hips. As I undid his shirt, but the moment I reached the belt, I felt one of his hands groping my butt. That made me smile, and I tried to rush to get the rest of his clothes off. The moment his pants fell, he placed my hands on his hips, and finished taking off his shirts. I couldn’t help lick my lips. I couldn’t help myself, and started pulling at his boxer waistband. I even started to pull them down, and watched how he practically sprang free. I continued staring at him, while I finished taking off his boxers. He help, as he stepped out to fully get rid of the pants and boxers.

On my way up, I kissed along the inside of his thigh. I was then licking and nibbling his balls, before trailing my tongue along his staff. When reached the tip, he patted my head. I lovingly pulled him into my mouth, and went at a slow pace. While I sucked him, one hand toyed with his balls. “Ah.” After a moment I released him, and kissed my way up his torso. After I kissed his neck, he kissed me. It was gentle and sweet. When we parted, is when he picked me up, and closed our door. He then walked us to our bed, and gently placed me on the bed. We just smiled at each other. Well, until I made a break for it.

I could hear him laugh, before I felt him on top of me. He was kissing his mark. “We can’t play that game. You’re already naked.” I giggled at that, and felt him lick me. “Unless this is how you want to start it.” I then felt his fingers rubbing me. And my arms started feeling weak. But I got to hold back. I shook my head, and felt his fingers leave me. I bit my lip; I can’t whine. He then flipped me around, and now I was facing him. He licked his lips, before I saw him go in between my legs. There was no other build up; he just attacked me. That alone made me scream. It just felt so good to have my husband eat me, like I was his last meal of his life.

Before I knew it, and to my disappointment, he pulled away when I was so close. I was about to whine, till I saw his face. He look downright evil, before he went super. My breath caught in my throat, when I felt him thrust into me. He was smirking at me, as he thrust harder. “I have a little surprise for you.” At that I felt my whole body go into shock. What did he mean by that? But nothing happened, as he continued thrusting. When we came, we kissed, as he pulled out of me. He then whispered in my ear. “I really hope you like it.” I was still confused on what’s going on, but I was getting excited as well.

I then watched him reach over to his night stand, and saw him pull something out. In his hand was a senzu bean. I felt somewhat confused. He then placed it on my lip, and said how I’m going to need it for what he plans to do. I almost bit his finger, as I tried to hurry and eat the damn bean. We only use those on special occasions, and especially when we plan to go all night. He started chuckling, before he went from super 1 straight into 3. The whole room felt on fire, and I loved it. But he has yet touched me. Instead he told me to close my eyes. I wanted to whine, but he insisted. What made me open my eyes, was that I felt BOTH my cheeks being kissed. HOW IS THAT POSS… OH MY GOODNESS! WHEN DID THERE BECOME 4 GOKUS!

At first, I panicked, till I remember that one technique I saw at the 23rd world tournament. Did he really just? “Yes. Just for you.” I couldn’t help smile at that, and feeling very giddy. “Just this once. So, don’t get use to it.” I couldn’t help nod. It was definitely an anniversary to remember.

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I was absolutely drained the next morning, but was happy. Not only did Chichi enjoy her surprise, she’s currently wearing a very content smile. Somewhere along last night I just lost it, can’t even remember most of what I did. But that doesn’t matter. As long as my Chichi is happy, then I did a good job. As I held her closer, I couldn’t help myself, and just took a deep whiff of her neck. Her whole inter being is covered by me, and that makes me happy. Every last inch of her was left untouched by me. Smelling that makes me feel I did a good thing. My wife is all mine, and so she is going to mine cover all over her. That thought alone is getting me worked up, and wondering if I should wake her for a good morning round.

Luckily, she woke on her own, and had me under her, as she rode me this morning. We barely left the bed, for I couldn’t get enough of her. This was the best anniversary ever. When we did finally get out of bed, we just ended up going a round in the shower. After breakfast, we just enjoy quiet time on the couch. I rested my head on her lap, while she read one of her poetry books. “When should we let the boys know they could come home?”

“Not yet. I want to enjoy a little more quiet time with you.” She smiled at me, and agreed. It was during lunch, that the boys were told they could come home. The funny thing was that Gohan asked if anyone died? “No. Well, almost.” He gave me a disbelief face, and then asked Chichi if that was true. She said the same thing. Goten then came out of nowhere saying how Gohan now has to do his homework for a week. “Boys, what this about.”

“Gohan went on and on about how there’s going to be a mass murder, because you was gonna kill anyone that looked at mom.” Me and Chichi couldn’t help laugh at that. “So, me, and Videl, said if he was right, we have to do all his homework for a week. But if he was wrong, he had to do ours.” Goten then jumped up and down, and pointed at Gohan. “You better call Videl and tell her that you lost.” Gohan just ended up holding Goten and rubbing his head roughly with his fist. “Ow! I’m telling Videl on you!” Gohan just did it even more, and kept telling Goten to give in or he won’t stop. “Never!”

Goten went super sayian and bit Gohan’s arm, but Gohan wasn’t letting up. “If you don’t give up, you’ll regret it.” This doesn’t look good. I tried to break the boys apart, only to end up getting flipped by Gohan. To top it off, Chichi was laughing.

“Need help, dear.” Nope, I’m good. “If you say so.” I tried again, and I finally got them apart. Goten was now in my arms, and I was sitting on top of Gohan.

“Boys.” They both shouted how it was the other’s fault. “Boys!” They got quiet. “Apologize.” They both said sorry, and then I got off of Gohan. We then made our way to the table. Goten didn’t want to leave my arms, even when I tried to put him in his seat. “Goten.” He just gave me the saddest puppy eyes, and I couldn’t say no. That’s when I heard Chichi giggling behind her hand. “Is there something you want to say?”

“Nothing.” You big softy. I couldn’t help my face heat up at that. She was teasing me. Mean. I ended up having Goten on my lap, as we ate lunch. And whenever Gohan moved, Goten hugged me. Oh, you got to be kidding me. After lunch, Goten still wouldn’t let me go. I didn’t mind as much, but it’s the reason that bugged me. I tried to get Goten to see everything will be fine, but he still wouldn’t leave my side. I remembered when Gohan was like this. When something really upset him, which happened a lot, he would hold onto me. He wouldn’t leave my side till he felt all better, or it was bedtime. That’s if, he didn’t ask to sleep with me and Chichi. Gohan always said how he felt safest when he was in my arms. Of course, I always wanted him to feel safe. Daddy will always keep him safe. And now look at me. Having another son feeling safe in my arms. I couldn’t help smile at that. Daddy will always keep my boys safe.

We ended up taking a nap on the couch, well, kind off. I kept walking up to Gohan trying to get close. “Gohan. What’s wrong?” He just shook his head, and went back to doing all 3 homework’s. That boy needs a break. It was during dinner that Goten finally felt safe enough to sit on his own chair. Afterwards, Gohan went to his room to finish, and Goten wanted to play. “Just give me one moment, ok?” He said ok, and sat on the couch. I went upstairs, and knocked on Gohan’s door. He answered it, and I just walked in.

“Is something the matter dad?” I just shook my head. He went back to sit at his desk, but I stopped him. “Dad?”

“Take a break. You got time.” I ruffled his hair. He tried to tell me he doesn’t. “Says the one, that Chichi claims, did a year worth of assignments in one month.” He was blushing at that. “You’re smart. You work hard. But you also need to take breaks. So, come on. Do something that isn’t homework.” He just hugged me, before he nodded and said thanks. “Want to play with me and Goten? Or you going to do something else?”

“Something else.” He then looked at me. “Is it ok that I go out?” It was dark, even though I know he’ll be fine. “Please dad.” Oh great. “Come on. Please. Only for a little while. Please.”

“Don’t stay out too late.” He got excited at that. “But use the front door. Don’t want your mom going into a panic when she sees your room empty.” He laughed at that, and agreed. Once that was done, we headed downstairs. He told Chichi that’ll he’ll be back later, and was out the door before she could ask questions. Me on the other hand, got an earful from Chichi. Not about the whole letting him go out, but why I didn’t ask her first. Then me and Goten played. It turned to a fun night, and Gohan came in time for bed time. So, Chichi was happy. Goten even asked if he could sleep in our bed tonight.

“Please.” Chichi looked ready to say no. And Goten started to look ready to cry. Goku don’t you dare! Goten looked at me, giving me those puppy eyes, and even balling his fist. “Please.” GOKU! Now I looked at Chichi and said please. She started to look angry, and Goten finally started crying. Look at what you did. Goku. He’ll be fine. I just tried to calm him down. “Please daddy, please. I don’t wanna sleep all by myself. It’s scary.” GOKU! I told Goten alright.

Even though she was mad, for like a few minutes, she did end up snuggling with us. But the next day, I was kicked out the house, and told not to come back till dinner. Well, in that case, I’ll go work. After all, I only missed two days, and that’s all she would allow me to take off. Better than nothing. But I did have to ask the boys to get me my clothes. Once that was that, I was out on the fields the rest of the day. Goten did show up, in the afternoon, giving me lunch, that Chichi made. So, today wasn’t so bad. It actually felt good.

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I can’t believe him. He really can’t say no. Goten would have been fine. Heck. He even Gohan do what he wants. But funny enough, I can’t stay mad. Our boys are good boys. Not like we spoil them that they aren’t grateful, and aren’t discipline. I just wish Goku just didn’t give in that easily. Wait. No. Can’t say that either. Oh well, Goku is doing just fine with the boys. Oh, his lunch is ready.

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