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tetralea · 3 years

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Ski date chronics 1.0

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

World count: 3K

Warnings: exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected sex, poor Harry on main but I gave him headphones, smut like a lot

Summary: You barely had your first time with Tom while skiing and you already up in the middle of the night, so turned on it’s unbearable. Tom is happy to help you out, if you keep quiet enough not waking Harry up. And in the morning he has to finish what you started.

A/N: This is a small addition to my Ski date fic which so many of you loved and thank you for that! It’s a pretty filthy scene which I didn’t include in the original fic but it kept coming back to me, so yeah! Here we go!

After sleeping with Tom you expected your lust and yearning for him to return, but you have never imagined waking up in the middle of the night, with shivers running down on your spine, your skin on fire and that sweet space between your legs aching to be touched.

You turned to your back with a sigh, looking at Tom sleeping peacefully next to you. His body was pressed to your on a million spots and that dull touch alone even trough your PJs took your breath away.

The two of you were still in your smaller bed, which you deeply regretted by now. Tom’s even breathing tickled the skin on your neck and your options were desperately entering and leaving your mind.

You tried to pull away, but it was impossible without more space. Calming down and going back to sleep wasn’t an option either. You could have sneaked into the bathroom in a desperate attempt to make yourself to cum, thinking about Tom as you did million times before, but who were you kidding? It never was enough, and now knowing how his touch and kisses and his skin on your own felt, it wasn’t really an option anymore.

You could have woken him up and you could have figured something out, but it was already too late. Tom’s breathing hitched, and he was consciously looking for you.

‘What’s wrong, darling?’ His voice was a raspy whisper, paired with a bit of an unconscious humm as he pulled you close again. Just as he did, his body stilled, hands fastly moving under the hem of your shirt as he felt just how hot your skin was. You heard him sucking in a breath and you almost heard the question if you were sick, but your shudder to his touch and the sharp breath made him stop.

‘I’m okay.’ You lied, almost shaking as you took every ounce of energy you had to not to jump on him.

‘I know, that’s not true.’ His whispering voice was a lot more awake now. He shifted to the side to give you enough space to lay on your back. Your hands were balled in a fist until your mind tried to decide itself on your next move. ‘Let me help.’

‘We can’t, Harry is here.’ The dim, almost blueish light coming through under the blinds on the window lit Tom’s face a bit, who was looking at your direction chuckling a bit.

‘I know, but he is sleeping.’ He started, his voice smiling. ‘Believe me, he won’t wake up, I know he won’t.’ Tom reassured you, and you made a mental note to ask him in the morning what on Earth he did to his sleeping brother before which made him so sure.

There was a bit of a quiet, you not knowing what to say and Tom waiting for you to say it out loud.

‘Do you need me, love?’ His voice sounded like honey, it was gentle, sweet and there was an unspoken promise in it.

‘I do.’

‘It’s okay.’ Tom leant down still smiling, slowly kissing you. The fabric of his shirt wrinkled in your palms, as you were clutching onto his shirt, pulling him onto you even more. He felt your impatience but didn’t give in just yet. He made you open your mouth for him, doing his best to muffle your sounds, with his kisses. When you finally gave in and followed his peace, his hand which was under your shirt already started to move down, lifting the waistband of your pants, his nimble fingers gliding down on your mound.

He didn’t have it in him to tease you, not when the warmth radiating from your body made his skin crawl with anticipation and when your heavy breathing made the air vibrate round you. He just wanted to give you a tiny bit of a foreplay when his fingers were tracing your inner thighs, but it didn’t last long. He growled into the kiss involuntarily when your slickness already smeared on your thighs made everything more obvious for him. It took only a second to lose his cool, suddenly his whole body feeling a lot more awake, his hips jerking against your thigh, chest pressing to your chest urgingly. It wasn’t enough, there was no space between the two of you but he still wanted closer. Suddenly he sat up and you could see Tom getting rid of his shirt, almost tearing the fabric in the franzy. Before he returned, your shirt was pushed up hard, the material pooling above your breasts, Tom’s eyes tracing your form until he laid back down to keep going. Now his smooth skin on yours felt like something you needed all along, yearning for it without really knowing. The small sound he made when finally your hands were on him mixed with yours.

‘It’s-, You are properly soaked, oh, god.’ He mumbled into your shoulder, while his movements were in sync with his words as he explored your wet folds, one finger sliding up and down on autopilot on your pussy. ‘Open your legs a bit more.’ His fingers poked your thighs demanding more space for themselves.

When you did he didn’t waste any time to start gently rubbing your pussy, leaning onto his hearing more than ever, to register every restrained sigh and whimper, to know when he made you feel really good.

It didn’t take much time until your chest was heaving, back arched from the mattress. It wasn’t an invitation on purpose but Tom leant down, balancing himslef on one arm and quietly suked one nipple into his mouth, coaxing a broken, soundless sobb out of you.

The pad of his index finger was drawing pretty circles around your clit, then he switched and ran his finger up and down on your silt, before going down again and stopping for a heartbeat. His mouth found yours and when you couldn’t take it anymore and bucked your hips, Tom slid one finger inside of you.

The muffled, dragged out moan was barely audible, and it was just enough to reassure him. He was doing good. He started to move in and out of you curling his finger, searching for that spot which made you tremble again.

Your impatience got the better of you again, your hand dipped into his messy curls, pulling onto them slightly, while the other one gripped the sheets. He couldn’t help it as his hip rutted into your thigh, his body searching for some kind of relief, grinding his erection to you.

‘I need you.’ You didn’t need to break the kiss to breath this small sentence onto his lips. Tom stubbornly just shook his head and pushed another finger inside of you, slightly stretching you out, trying to give you the pleasure, the fullness you needed from him. ‘No.’ You shook your head, sounding truly broken, but your back arched nonetheless again, pleasure washing over you as he was working your with two fingers, those skilled digits caressing that one spot inside of you. ‘I need you, Tom. You.’

He kept shaking his head and speeding up with his fingers, pulling them out and circling your clit again.

‘I want you too-,’ as a demonstration he pressed his rock hard cock to you, ’but that would wake Harry up, and we don’t want that.’ He was protesting trying his best to get you to the edge as fast as he could. It felt more and more difficult not to rut into you or, worse, just roll on top of you pushing his pants down and sliding into you. You were soaking his fingers, he knew he could have done it, it would have been so easy. A shudder ran through his spine to the thought alone, and he was sure he already was leaving a wet spot on his pants from leaking continuously in the last minutes.

It seemed like you didn’t have strength to protest, or more like your mind was occupied with something else. Your thighs were trembling and you were unable to control your breathing anymore.

‘That’s it, lovie, come for me.’ His fingers slid into you again, for one last time, making you feel full, before returning to your clit. He sat up in a second and his other hand, pressed against your mouth hard, to muffle your sounds. He could see that this movement alone pushed you over the edge without any warning. Your whole body shook violently, completely losing control, trashing under Tom’s touch, your hips jerking and pleading for more and he got it.

When your muscles finally relaxed he loosened his pressure on your mouth still not trusting you fully to remain completely quiet. It felt like the world had stopped and it was only you and him, his whole caring, loving presence surrounding you, making your body float. When he stopped he didn’t fully let you go yet, his warm palm slid onto your oversensitive pussy, cupping and covering it softly until you fully came down.

It’s been a few minutes until you stayed like that, before you cued him to let you speak.

‘Thank you.’ The words tumbled over your lips earning a small chuckle from him.

‘There is nothing to thank me for, darling. I’m always happy to make you come.’ His giggling filled your ear as he laid back next to you, peppering the slightly damp skin on your shoulder with tender kisses. He tugged his hands away from your pants, drawing you a bit closer. It made the both of you suddenly very aware of his painfully hard cock, and you reached out to return the favour, but he caught your wrist.

‘It’s not the best time-,’he shook his head, the adoration clear in his words,’I’m not particularly quiet.’ He confessed and you imagined him getting all flustered and red at the same time.

‘Oh, are you?’ You teased and turned to your side to be able to hold him better.

‘No.’ The ruffling of the bedsheets let you know that he was shaking his head.’ So how about now going back to sleep, at least you, and tomorrow, taking just a tiny bit more time in the bathroom together?’ He asked, not giving away what he had in mind exactly.

As much as you wanted to argue the tiredness quickly returned into your body, mixing with the high of your recent orgasm and Tom’s closeness made you sleepy again, and you were drifting to sleep before you knew it.

The sun was up a lot earlier than you wanted it but when Tom turned to his side to spoon you, holding you tight and secure to his body you didn’t mind it that much. Moreover when you felt the butterfly kisses on the back of your neck, paired with his thick accent and sleepy voice.

The events of the night quickly came back as your mind became more awake, giving a bit of a testing push with your butt, feeling Tom to be hard again.

‘Someone is impatient.’ He whispered and looked over his shoulder, seeing that Harry was still sleeping more or less. ‘Wanna give this day an early start?’ He asked cheekily, grabbing your hip and pulling you flush to his lap.

‘Brushing your teeth should be the first thing you do after waking up anyway.’ Fabricating an excuse which wasn’t really needed yet, added to the thrills of sneaking around like this.

Tom didn’t waste any time, he got up, giving a quick glance to Harry before grabbing your reached out hand and pulling you to the bathroom. The both of you doubled over from the restrained laughter as the door closed behind you.

‘It’s like we are teens sneaking around, doing something we shouldn’t.’ Your voice was still a whisper, your cheeks hurting from smiling so hard until Tom straightened himself and looked at you.

‘We are sneaking around.’ He said, seriousness and a hint of seduction coloring his voice. ‘But it’s something we definitely should do more often.’ He bit his lips playfully, his hands reaching out to grab your waist and push you to the cold tiled wall. It wasn’t very spacious, but if everything went as you planned you didn’t need much space anyway. ‘I hope you don’t mind if we do something more than what you had in mind during the night.’ His voice was low and his eyes were even darker, filled with lust and need, setting fire in your veins. ‘The thing is I just can’t take it out of my mind how absolutely wet you were.’ He was flush to your chest, hands caressing your neck and face when he spoke. ‘I’d lie if I said I don’t want your hands and mouth on me, but I’m afraid it wouldn’t do it right now, lovie.’ He spoke slowly and languidly, almost sneakily grinded his hips into you already.

Your answer was lost in the feverish, urging kiss which followed. You pulled him onto yourself, taking all of your clothes off in a frenzy, the want returning to your body from last night, your pussy pulsing and aching to be filled. Tom was impatient too, yet he did his best to prepare you, peppering your neck with wet kisses, leaving glistering marks on your skin, dropping his head to suck your nipples into that hot mouth, occasionally running the tip of his cock through your folds, earning the sweetest sounds from you. He knew that spot on your neck, the one made you tremble and close your eyes in an instant and your knees giving in. You told him during a drinking game, well you told everyone but he was the one giving it a test on a drunken night. He held you similarly and after a shaky breath he pressed his lips to your neck, just where you told him days ago to never ever dare to do.

And now he went back there again and heard your shaky whimper and felt your knees shake and now he could go on, now you wanted him to go on.

It was fast and a bit hurried, but you didn’t mind. Your skin was burning again, the only thought in your head was to have him filling you in seconds.

Those long fingers dipped between your folds making your head hit the wall as you let it fall for the sensation.

‘So wet again. Oh, darling, I could have you so easily right now.’

‘Please.’ The answer was way too fast mixing with a soft moan.

‘Turn around.’ Tom guided you to the sink, placing both of your hands on the edges and stepping behind you. ‘Look how wet you are.’ He opened his fingers showing them off in the reflection of the mirror. Before you could have answered you felt a gentle tap on your inner thighs so you opened them even more.

There was no more talking needed, Tom carefully guided his cock between your folds, looking up into your eyes in the mirror when he was ready. He started to push forward but you couldn’t keep your eyes open, it was too intense, making the little hairs stand on your arms, a wave of satisfaction washing over you, as his cock deliciously stretched your cunt. And Tom? He was watching you, he was drinking in all of your reactions from the little shudders to the silent ‘o’ of your mouth when he finally bottomed out.

He couldn’t wait a second to start to move, he had to feel you more. It was heaven when those large palms were gripping your hips, keeping you in place, his hips already giving you a stead, hard peace. The slight burn around your entrance, around his thick cock, him working you open was slowly soothing that unbearable ache in your belly.

His palm slid up on your body, pinching your nipple the slightest as it spread on your chest pulling you up to his strong torso. Your head found home on his shoulder, deeply inhaling his scent.

When his name fell from your lips like a prayer, he couldn’t hold it together any longer. The now somewhat familiar fingers found your clit, rubbing it fast, now knowing your sweet spots a lot better. The sink helped you to steady yourself against his now sloppy, heavy thrusts and kept reminding you where you were to try and keep your voices as low as possible. Tom on the other hand, he was loud even trying his best to keep it down. He hissed as you were pulsing around him and let out a broken moan when your hot lips kissed his neck.

You were already close but listening to his absolutely sinful, sweet noises pushed you over the edge, and Tom couldn’t hold it any longer either, he came, his body tensing, the feeling of his hot cum filling you only prolonging your pleasure.

When it was over he kept holding you close, his lips pressing to yours in a lazy, satisfied kiss. The both of you slowly come down from your highs, panting and your cheeks burning hot.

It took only a few minutes to clean up before not you walked out of the bathroom, finding Harry sitting on the bed, with headphones on, reading a book.

Now he looked up with a shit eating grin. ‘I swear to you, that was the world’s longest and loudest toothbrushing ever.’

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melancholicvampires · 4 years

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Amalia backstory pt. 1

Amalia cleaned the floor of the large main entrance hall for the third time today. At morning it wasn’t clean enough, at the afternoon it wasn’t either and now it didn’t shine enough. All in the high-pitched voice of the madame of the house in her typical demeaning manner. ‚Amalia, bring me a cup of my favourite tea‘, ‚Amalia, you forgot the black velvet gloves. How do you forget everything the minute I tell you?‘, ‚Amalia, there’s still dust in the corner of the room'. Sweat dripped from her forehead onto the freshly scrubbed spot, which she cleaned again not without an audible groan. A floor to look at ones own reflection seemed horribly unnecessary to her. The screeching voice echoes through her mind. ‚Amalia, did you even clean the floor? I want it to shine like a mirror'.

Scrubbing was not odd for her. It was what her usual task once a day. Cleaning it three times and letting it shove like a mirror however, were even in the halls of this house exaggerated work. And it was the largest, most expensive and exquisite house of the village and surrounding area.

The exterior walls were painted in the purest white, contrasted by the doors and balcony railings made of dark brown, looking almost black, wood and the wide grey roof. Tall columns in front of the skinny entrance double doors supported the roof and balcony.

Travellers and villagers equally gasped in amazement when they stand in front of the magnificence that is the mansion. What would they give to visit this building and live one day in this embodiment of mortal luxury? Only servants, visitors of high birth or importance and the noble family itself were allowed to enter the house. Although it was large enough to fit the whole village inside and there would still be enough space for visitors and a small orchestra.

Amalia never understood, why the other villagers weren’t allowed to enter the house. Not even for Christmas celebrations or at New Year’s Eve. After all it was them who provided food and money to the nobles.

She asked once the madame of the house, only to receive a cold stare and mumbled reply about how stupid this question was. Amalia didn’t understand what was stupid about it. It must have been a complicated question for she didn’t get a proper explanation.

Personally she would have switched with any of the villagers and travellers. The white friendly exterior always seemed like a liar to her. The many tall windows wouldn’t suppress the soulless darkness inside the house. And that all surrounding loneliness.

The staff was in the house everyday, yet it was quiet. The silence was only disturbed by fleeting footsteps and low voices. No one was allowed to raise their voice and make loud noise. Communication was only granted through whispering. The monsieur of the house suffered from a terrible migraine. No doctor could help him. They suspected crooked bone structures or that he hit his head once and simply didn’t remember. However they never took his mental state in consideration. Amalia was sure the solution must lie there. She snuck out to the library in the dead of night one day. She couldn’t hold her curiousity any longer, even her fear of punishment vanished. One book in particular struck her interest. The writer suggested chronic headaches might be a result from stress. But what could stress him out? He doesn’t work, nor has many visitors to worry about. Perhaps he is scared of something?

Amalia wrung out the cleaning cloth. She'd much rather read some about this topic than scrub the floor.

„Stupid floor", she grumbled, „the floor is already clean, why should it shine even more then?“.

She threw the wet cloth on the floor. A small puddle spread around it, like it would mock the young servant for not following her orders. The look on her masters faces and their outraged gasps upon a cloth and bucket with dirty water right in the middle of the main entrance, she'd have enjoyed. Picturing the scene, made her giggle.

„May you share what is so funny?“, a young voice asked.

„Odile, uhm, mademoiselle“. Amalia stood up, her stiff legs thankful for no longer kneeling on the hard ground. However the comforting feeling didn’t last long. A dump noise echoed through the entrance hall and the apologizing expression of the Odile told her the tale. As she glanced at the now dirty puddle on the floor, her suspicions were confirmed.

„Cursed bucket“, Amalia said, forgetting who was also in the room. „Pardon my language! And the mishap! I will clean up in an instant. You won’t even notice this accident happened“, she stumbles over the words and kneeled down in a desperate attempt to clean up the mess and hide her red face.

She always liked Odile. Although she was a bit stiff and very devoted to etiquette. She'd never ignore a duty and carry it out with perfection. She had to. Her parents seem to expect no less than the very best from her. Among those strict demands, her kindness didn’t suffer. She caught Amalia with a book about ancient medicine from the library, admiring Amalia's dedication and since then brings book to her. It’s a secret between just the two of them.

Odile got down next to Amalia and grabbed her hand, stopping her in her quick sloppy scrubbing.

Odile's hands were soft, not having faced tedious and coarse work, but only the delicate arts and crafts, as was fitting for an aristocratic lady. Amalia's hands were the opposite, although she was four years younger. Rough from the daily work and the cleaning of clothes and floors.

„What are you doing there? You need to help me choose a dress and clothe me. And my hair is not done yet“. Odile pulled the confused Amalia on her feet again. „We have an import visitor today and I need to look exceptional. Better than at any of the last visits. I couldn’t look as disheveled as I am now. La madame bought me new dresses. You need to help me decide for they look all magnificent“.

Amalia indicates with her eyes to the mess on the floor. La madame would kill on the sight of the small disaster.

Odile waved it off. „Another servant will handle it. We have more important business to attend to at the moment“. She continued talking as she pulled Amalia up the stairs to her room, turning her head to her. „And we cannot forget about you of course. You need to look decent for the evening. Wear the nice dress today. The one Madame gave you when my dear aunt visited“.

How could she forget? The servants were running around, the madame and monsieur were scolding a poor servant about one forgotten dusty edge of a bookshelf, and Odile wore the prettiest dress Amalia has ever seen, she looked almost like a princess. As Odile's chambermaid Amalia couldn’t wear her trousers with improvised patches and oversized blouse, but a proper dress instead, with ruffles, puffed sleeves, flower embroidery and a wide skirt with a petticoat under it with even more ruffles. As much as Amalia thought the dress was pretty, she would have rather worn her patchy trousers and blouse. But arguing was of no use. The Madame was very keen on giving her sister a honourable welcome, or rather a welcome to show her superiority. If her sister was affected with envy, Amalia didn’t notice. She was graceful and always kind to the servants. Sometimes Amalia wondered if Odile wasn’t the daughter of her and simply got switched at birth or the Madame stole her from the crib, like a bitter hag they tell stories of to scare children.

„Don’t forget to close the door behind you", Odile ordered.

„Of course, Mademoiselle“. Amalia did as she was told and took a second to examine the room with her eyes.

When the rest of the house was clouded in darkness, this room was the hidden sun. Although not much light fell in there either, the cozy atmosphere was what gave warmth like a flickering fireplace in an otherwise dark room. The carpet with elaborate patterns from the far east, a collection of stuffed animals, the pillows of velvet, the padded armchair, in which Amalia slept when Odile was having bad dreams. Nightmares about a dark entity dragging her away from her family. She doesn’t have them anymore. Now Amalia sleeps in there when Odile needs someone to talk with. They would whisper and chuckle under their hands. Those fond delightful memories were only disturbed by the faded family portrait hanging on the wall exactly opposite from the armchair. They looked so serious in it without even a trace of a smile. The painting looked almost ironic with its bright colours. Odile explained it was fashionable to have a serious expression on depictions of oneself. Amalia was of the opinion a family portrait should show how happy everyone is to be together, with smiles and laughter.

The broad bed was surrounded by a transparent baldachin, revealing three dresses trough the light fabric.

„You will look like a princess from a fairy tale in all of them. Everyone will be enchanted by you", Amalia said with a gasp.

One dress was more beautiful than the other. The first dress capturing Amalia‘s glance was a simple black dress with golden embroidery, pronouncing elegance. The embroidery was as shiny as threads made out of gold. The other dress was a red velvet dress with soft and shiny fabric, the red was the colour of a deep wine. But the most beautiful was the dress of a dark blue brocade with an ornamental pattern. It was as blue as the sea at night, adorned by silver stars made of diamonds.

„Do you like the blue gown?“, Odile asked.

She must have caught Amalia staring in awe, although she didn’t try to hide her amazement. She nodded and let her fingers wander over the silky fabric and cold diamonds.

She looked at Odile with a smile. „The fabric feels so comfortable and warm. And the dress is not too long. The others are so long, you might trip".

Odile laughed, making Amalia put a confused look on her face, „You’re always so focused on practicality, little one. Is there nothing you choose to wear according to your taste in aesthetics? I rarely see you in other clothing than those blouses, that are too wide for you, and patched trousers“.

Amalia looked down her clothes, over her blouse, she had to tightly roll the sleeves of up her arm and her already colourful trousers from the patches. „They are comfortable and not so tight as your dresses are. I could barely move my arms or bend my waist last time I had to wear one!“, she protested, „If I have to wear that uncomfortable dress again today, I will pretend to be ill“. Her confident words however couldn’t hide her red face. She knew Odile was only curious and couldn’t understand how someone prefers worn ugly clothes over decadent dresses, but so could Amalia not understand how someone would want to be restricted in their movements simply for a pretty looking piece of clothing.

Odile put her finger up her lips, like she was in thought. „Perhaps we still have a suit that fits you in the servants dressing room. You are quite tall for your age. So your size shouldn’t prove a problem“.

Amalia's face lit up and she threw her hands around Odile. It was like Odile read her mind. „Thank you, thank you, Odile. You are the best!“, she exclaimed with a wide smile on her face, that vanished, like the shining sun being disturbed by a grey cloud. She stepped back with her head low. „Apologize my improper behaviour, Mademoiselle. I shouldn’t have disrespected your boundaries".

‚I am only a servant after all‘, she reminded herself. This household didn‘t tolerate violating the etiquette. No matter how small the offence may have seemed to a commoner's eye, to the a aristocracy every little step one took was of importance.

„But you are not", Odile spoke softly in her gentle voice. „Raise your head. Don’t be ashamed".

Amalia felt Odile's warm hands on hers. As she looked up she saw eyes, expressing calmness.

„Who would I be to take away your joy after giving you reason to be cheerful? Only a tyrant, no, a monstrous person would do such bleak thing“. She tilted her head. „You came into this establishment six years ago and have been my trusted chambermaid since. But you far exceeded that status. You were with me in times of grief and happiness, wept and laughed with me, listened to my dreams and talked to me about yours. You are not merely a servant to me, but a friend".

A friend? Amalia felt how her face became warm and hoped Odile wouldn’t notice her blushing. If she did, she concealed it very well. Honest friendship seemed like an illusion in this place, yet she couldn’t disagree to see Odile as more than the girl she has to dress and give company. But there was one concern.

„Won’t your parents disagree when they know you’re friends with a servant?“, she asked, thinking of their disappointed faces.

„There is something else I meant tell, however it has to wait until dinner“. Her voice returned to the tone of the organized daughter of the family. „You need to help me get dressed remember?".

„Of course!“, Amalia stammered.

She already had her chemise and stockings on under her silk morning coat, as well as black leather pumps with a simple crisscross lacing.

„Don’t forget to fold the coat this time. I don’t want any wrinkles in there", she instructed Amalia, as she took the morning coat off, rolling her eyes. She forgot one time to fold her morning coat and threw it on the sofa. Simply goes faster than folding it.

She loved the feel of the smooth fabric though she would never wear it. Silk seems so delicate and is mostly used for fine clothing. And has to be folded everytime very neatly, which takes time. Time she could use for reading books.

The pieces she had to dress Odile in were already layed out on the sofa, ready to be worn. Sometimes Amalia wondered wether Odile didn’t trust her with choosing the right pieces of clothing or she simply liked choosing and putting them out like this. Amalia may have picked the wrong garments in the wrong order one or two times, but that was a long time ago.

Next were the stays for the bust and fastened them on the back. When she tied the string, she always thought about the different suture patterns for surgery and went them through in her head. Appositional and inverting suture patterns, interrupted and continuous sutures, sutures that are simple and others that provide tension. Unfortunately she wouldn’t find someone to practice with her and her heart was too big to kill a cat. There are quite a number of mice and dead mice in the village, but her fear of mice always stopped her from using them as test subject. When they are dead, they seem worse than alive, she found. She shook herself to get the images out of her head. And picked up the next piece of clothing in line.

Odile raised her arms, so Amalia could put on the linen petticoat. She was much taller than Odile, which was quite practical for dressing her. Sometimes guests thought Amalia was older than Odile. She liked that. It made her feel already grown up, mutual to them.

Next was gown, the beautiful blue brocade gown she chose. She smiled to herself. The embroidery might have looked old fashioned, but it had quite a charm.

Amalia smoothed out the remaining folds. The silver embroidery shimmered on the deep blue fabrics. She almost looked like a goddess of the night sky, glistening with enigmatic elegance.

„You look beautiful!“, Amalia commented with enthusiasm.

Odile turned around to face the mirror and look at her reflection. A small elegant smile appeared on her face and her eyes glistened satisfied. Even though this might not seem like much joy to others, Amalia knew her long enough to recognize in which moments she was happy and this was one of them.

„Now we cannot forget about you, correct?“, Odile said, turning to look at the person in question.

The urge to hug her and scream into her ear came to Amalia again, but this time she stopped herself from it and simply nodded, but couldn’t suppress a snicker.

Odile threw a turquoise shawl around her arms and with a wave of her hand, she signed Amalia to follow her to the chamber where old clothes were kept. Amalia was surprised to find a servant uniform from when she started to work in this estate. The clothes were dusty and gnawed by moths. As she touched the fabric, it was brittle under her touch.

„Why do your parents still keep all that old stuff around and let it rot in here?“, she wondered, thinking of the other servants, complaining to freeze at home, not being able to provide warm woollen clothes for themselves nor their families.

„They say it might be of use in case new servants need to be employed. Providing used clothes, saves cost“.

Looking at the suffered and uncared for fabric, Amalia doubted those old rags would still serve a purpose other than to throw them into the fire.

Odile continued rummaging around in the collection of various servant uniforms.

„There’s one that might fit!“, she exclaimed, holding a black three piece suit.

„Odile!“, a female voice called from downstairs, „Odile, you should have been in the hall five minutes ago!“.

She looked back and forth and pressed the suit to Amalia's chest with a hurry. Amalia looked at her with a frown. She knew Odile had duties to fulfil, yet it saddened her to not have her look how the suit fits in case it wasn’t the correct size.

„I must apologize for not helping you dress, I must take my leave now. Madame requires my presence to instruct me on the etiquette for our guest". She put her hands on Amalia's shoulders and made a last apologizing smile, when the high pitched call sounded up to their floor again at which she took her leave with quick steps and with both hands slightly pulling up her dress.

Although in haste, she still appeared elegant, Amalia thought.

Staring in a mixture of being lost and joyous at the folded suit in her hands, clutched to her chest. The first time she'd dress someone in a suit and this someone was her, let her heart beat faster and her cheeks became red. But she had to hurry. The impatience in Madame’s voice and darkening sky indicated the evening and with it the guest was soon to arrive.

She stepped out of the musky chamber, turning her head left to right, considering the best options. Changing clothes in her room was the obvious choice, but she'd lose valuable time. Odile’s room was the closest, but if someone would notice she'd been in there, it would assure her the displeased insults of the Madame. She couldn’t be late to the reception however. As close servant of the Mademoiselle of the house, it would be an embarrassment, a disgrace even. As much as she regarded the aristocratic etiquette as unnecessarily strict and more than less helpful in being truthful, she knew how angry Madame would be at her. A few demeaning insults would be the least of her worries in such a case.

„Screw it", she whispered to herself. A displeased Madame, who insulted her was nothing new to her. And she was quick.

She went into the room, throwing the suit on the couch in the middle of the room. While pulling her worn out shirt up, she closed the door with her body leaning against it. Soon her clothes followed their way on the couch as well, as she threw them on there without wasting a second thought, whether they would make the soft clean cushions dirty or not, didn’t matter to her for the moment.

She put the pieces on, one after another, feeling the smooth comfortable fabric against her skin. It was so different than the rough and patchy fabric or tight dress she was used too.

Closing the last button of the black waistcoat, she looked up into the mirror and a wide smile appeared on her face. She turned around to look at herself from all sides, testing how well she could move in the new clothes. With content she found it appropriate. It was almost like the suit was made just for her. She couldn’t clean in it obviously, but wear it to every festive occasion from now on, she determined, forgetting about the strict etiquette of the house for the moment.

She stayed there for a few minutes more, admiring herself in the mirror. To her it felt like no time had passed, as she was busy, catching every aspect of how she looked in her new found favourite clothes. She couldn’t wait showing herself to Odile. She'd surely be happy too.

„Odile!“, she quavered louder than she intended.

With widened eyes she looked on the clock on the wall. She had only one minute left until the guest arrived!

#it is very much a draft and there are some imperfections #but here is part 1 #and a little different and more difficult to write. at least pt. 2 for reasons. than what I ususually write #Amalia #backstory #draft

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voidselfshipp · 4 years

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Lonely toucan.

Tommy had recently let me in his small community, I had my own little house to live in, well me , and my dog missy, a Manchester terrier.

And then I met his brother , Joel, he uh.

He was fucking cute, thats what he was.

So, y'know like, those love at first sight bullcrap?, yeah, not so much bullshit now, he and his daughter Ellie,were quite the pair, the kid got on joels nerves playfully, it kind of reminded me of me and my siblings, who were on their way here.

One day however, we needed supplies, ammo, scrap for bombs and traps, there were Many searching parties, one of them was Joel, ellie and me.

My feet drag on the ground, missy was leading the way, long and tall buildings touched the blue Sky,birds Chirped and the place was clear from infected.

-So jerico is it?- ellie asks, wanting to start a conversation- whats your story?-

-Well, im from Argentina, came here before the infection with my siblings , for opportunities, And well, then hell breaks loose and we managed to survive, I at least, left my parents behind , there wasnt much for me back there -

-oh...-the kid says-and your parents?do you know what happened to them?-

-Well, they Passed away after a couple of months after I moved here, so now they are in a better place...i wanna think at least-

And meanwhile Joel was silent , serious expression barely making any sound.

Missy halts and barks, there is a store a couple of meters away, I signal her to come here with me and i scoop her up,just in case we need to bail out.

The shop had a couple of ammo boxes and such, but mostly barren.

-How did you get missy?- Ellie inquires again while searching in a box.

-She was a rescue, after a couple of months of wandering I found her alone on a pet shop, I was astonished when I found her alive, weak but alive, me and my siblings nursed her back to health, and now she is here with me, my loyal companion -

-She is a cute one, isnt she Joel- I kneel down for Ellie to pet her, my dog barks and jumps out off my arms into Joel, licking his face and barking happily when he pets her.

-She likes you-I say,grabbing missy by her leash-come on girl, down, down- the terrier backs off and sits-I saw a room with a shit load of stuff, but equally filled with spores I have no mask-

-We'll go-Joel says, god his voice.

-Oh look!, he talks- I say, sitting with missy, he snorts and shakes his head,I catch a glimpse of a smirk - ill stay here and scan the place, If something comes ill knock on the door-They enter the room, and I just wait, petting missy-you liked Him, dontcha chica?-(girl) she barks and snuggles closer- that makes two of Us.

Meanwhile, Joel and Ellie wander trough the room.

-i saw you smirk, you never smirk with people you just met,whats up with that?-the kid asks.

-Whats up with that?, she has charm,you have to laugh at her comment, shes funny-the Man tries to dismiss the question, but there was truth in there , she was charismatic, and funny, clever even.

-And now you compliment her?, dude ,you totally have a crush on her-

-c'mon Ellie we just met-

-love at first sight is a thing-

Joel groans and both Get out of there , there was a couple of useful things, they all re Group and show what they found.

As they make their way out something stops them, missy grunts, a horde of infected are closing in, too Many to face.

So they run,jeri scoops her dog up and bolts as fast as she can, they enter a departament complex, they barricade Everything they can and sit,waiting.

Vía radio , Joel tells Tom what happened,reinforcements Will come in a bit.

Missy lays down with Joel who is catching his breath.

Jerico finds an ukelele, she hesitates but tunes it as silent as she possibly can, still, they were really far up, and the walls were thick.

-Whats that?- ellie asks.

-A ukelele, Like a mini guitar-she is done tuning it - I wrote a song, its crappy, but y'know , Something to kill the time, also to be noted, I am a hopeless romantic-

-You wrote a song with that thing?-ellie asks, pointing at the ukelele.

-Yeah-jerico nodds

-can I hear it?,please?pleaaase?- the kid pleads

Jeri quickly eyes Joel, who Is sleeping .

-Fine, but not too loud, your oldman is sleeping-

-he is not my dad-

-yeah whatever-both chuckle and jeri starts to play-Oh trough this still waters I flew, my feet barely hitting the surface.

Then I saw you, standing there, I loved every bit of it, oh , to be your River, to flow undisturbed, loving you all the way trough.

But im just a lonely toucan,a silent night owl, that longs to be something else with you.

Oh to be your River, and flow undisturbed, I love you with every ounce of my being, oh to be your River...-

-Thats...too cheesy, you werent kidding about being a hopeless romantic-jerico rolls her eyes- who is it about anyway?- ellie asks, then the older woman looks over to Joel-oh shit , well, I am going to take some fresh air, god, you are too cheesy-

Jeri chuckles and nodds.

She keeps playing unaware of Joel listening to her

--Oh to be your River,flowing trough the storms, with every ounce of my being, my heart sings along.

And even if youre rough, ill Keep flying along, to get to the waterfall.

Oh to be your River, and happily flowing along.

Oh to be your River, and flow with your love-

She is talking about him, he is the only person inside the room that she could have pointed at.

His heart flutters warmly.

Damn this crush of his.

Why does she gotta be so perfect?.

He shifts and she stops playing, then he feels soft fabric cover him, it smelt like leather, did she covered him with her jacket?.

Missy lays her body on Joel and snuggles closer.

He smiles.

-I Knew you were awake!- jerico says-Open your eyes, youre not fooling anyone-

Joel chuckles and looks at her.

-You got me- he doesnt move tho, petting missy's Head-she is really beautiful, Like you-

Jeri's cheeks burn red and looks away.

-Uh t thank you-

They Keep a comfortable silence until missy stands up and sits on the womans lap,demanding attention.

-What did you use to work,before all of this?- Joel drapes jericos jacket on her back again, she smiles at the gesture and signals him to sit close to her.

-i used to work as an animator for a company,my dreamjob really-

-what a shame, I bet you would have exceed at it -

-Heh,i Like to think the same-

Her head falls on joels shoulder, she yawns.

-didnt sleep enough last night?- the Man asks as his arm sneaks his way around her neck she snuggles closer.

-My sleep schedule is fucked-

Joel catches a glimpse of Ellie spying on them Gently peeking over a door, he waves her off and she smirks.

-sleep, you Will need it-

-But what if--

-Sleep now ,ill protect you-

Jerico nodds blushing and snuggles closer to Joel.

Eventually reinforcements arrive.

Back at toms safehouse, jeri is preparing to sleep , snuggling into her covers, herself brought them all the way here, they had the faint smell of vainilla.

A sudden movement made her jump, its Joel.

-You dumbass you scared the living crap out of me!-

Joel chuckles and hands her the ukelele.

-you lost this-

-oh thanks-she says calming down- god im so tired, but I cant sleep-

-want me to lay down with you?-

-Dude , I dont want to bother or seem like a child-she sighs- i just feel unsafe alone..-

The mans face contorns with empathy and kicks off his shoes.

-Make space, c'mon-

Jerico wasnt going to Argue, she lays down,leaving space for Joel to lay down,his arms hug her waist with her back against his chest.

He was warm, they snuggle under the covers , And missy lays down on the edge of the bed where their feet are.

- y'know-jeri says- when I was a teen, I tought that love was bull crap, a few lucky ones could enjoy it, and I was heartbroken,and I just carried this with me, just loneliness, then I saw you and god, I was just smitten-she sighs and turns her head to him-what im saying is....I have a crush on you....-

Joel is taken back but he snuggles closer, whispering a me too into her ear before kissing her, she kisses back and a trail of kisses goes down her neck.

She turns her head back again and smiles.

He hides his face on the crook of her neck and sighs in content.

They both can take a bit of time off, Togheter,just them, nothing else exists.

A sweet and soft 'I love you'loosens from the Mans lips before they crash into a well deserved And very needed slumber.

Even the apocalypse had good things.

[Fin]

#joel miller #f/o community #f/o #romantic f/o #f/o x s/i #f/o tag #s/i community #s/i x canon #s/i #fictional boyfriend #fictional other #fictional love #f/o fic #tlou joel

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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The Game (shalaska) aurvandel

AN: OK. So this is smut, all smut and nothing but smut. So please be warned. This is a Shalaska fic, but there is some Katalaska implied. Sharon and Alaska are not together, but they enjoy playing games with each other. It keeps life on tour from becoming boring…

Alaska’s phone beeped, signalling that a message had just come through. He was just about to leave his makeshift station for the night and move to the wings of the scene. His hair was laid, makeup on point and he had downed a couple of Redbulls while getting ready for the show. He and a bunch of the other girls were on the first leg of this year’s bots tour, which this time around was Europe. He stole a quick glance at the phone as he rose from his seat. He had known he was going to get a message today, but it still made his skin prickle. The message was short, and would probably be hard to decipher for anyone not included in the game.

“0200, 614”

He made a mental note, smiled and deleted the message. Then he ran through the corridor, up the stairs and took his position besides the stage. Katya was finishing up her part, with cartwheels a jump-split and an energy that only she could procure. Alaska waited for her cue, and prepared to join Katya on the stage for some bantering before she would have the stage for herself.

Alaska and Katya had quite rapidly become the new fan-favourite duo, and they made sure to make the most of their great chemistry on stage. The normal thrill and butterflies Alaska usually felt just before going on stage were amplified as a result of the message she had just received. But then there was no more time for thinking, as she heard Katya scream her name. She composed herself, and sauntered from the wing out to meet the other queen, big smile on her face.

***********************

The show went amazing, just as usual. The dressing room was buzzing with talk, laughter and singing. Drinks were handed out and improvised speeches of praise and shade were served. They were all riding on the high, de-dragging and making plans for the rest of the evening. Most of the queens were going to the after party arranged by a nearby bar. Some local queens were performing and a VIP section would be prepared for them. They all decided to go, except for Michelle, who never went, and Sharon, who had something planned with her hubby. Nothing out of the ordinary.

So Alaska joined Katya, Trixie, Jinx, Detox and Manilla, who were the queens participating on this leg of the tour, as they headed towards the bar. A trail of local hosts mixed with trade followed them as ducklings after a mother goose.

As always time flew by. When Alaska checked his phone it was almost half past one, and he quickly rose from the table they had been sharing.

“I need to get back now, I’ll see you gays tomorrow!”

Katya and Trixie who were sitting next to him, discussing something or other that they appeared to be the only ones finding extremely funny, looked up at Alaska, and nodded their heads acknowledging as he left.

They were in Amsterdam this night, and the venue, the bar and their hotel were all located in close proximity in the city centre. So it only took him a few minutes, half-sprinting through the now mostly abandoned streets, to reach the hotel. The night was cool, spring not having turned into summer yet, and he felt goose bumps starting to appear on his bare arms.

He took the lift up to his level, pulled out his key card and entered his room. This had left him with almost fifteen minutes to deadline, and plenty of time for a quick shower. Warm water spilling down his body and sweet smelling soap. He started to feel his muscles relax and anticipation rising in his gut.

************************

At precisely 02.00 AM Alaska found himself outside of room number 614. The door was slightly ajar, and he quickly sneaked in and closed it behind him. The room was exactly like the one he had just left, but no lights were on and a soft breeze swept by suggesting that the opposing window was open. He stood still in the hallway to let his eyes get accustomed to the lack of light. A silhouette of a person could be seen by the window and as the person shifted a he saw a small red dot, indicating a lit cigarette.

“You’re late baby” he heard Sharons familiar voice whispered from the window.

Alaska knew he wasn’t late. But the name of the game was that the initiator set the rules and it was left for the receiver to follow. That is what they had decided. So instead of answering Alaska slowly walked up towards the man at the window, and he didn’t stop until he was right in front of him. Alaska thought he looked like an angel; white hair, high cheek bones and full lips. For a while they just stood there, looking at each other, Alaska waiting for Sharon to make the first move. Sharon took a long last drag of his cigarette, and then flicked the butt out of the window.

Sharon reached out and pulled him closer. His arm snaked round Alaska’s back and started stroking him in large circles. After a while he started speaking again:

“I saw you today, baby…” Sharon whispered,

“…on stage… with Katya…

… you were acting like such a needy slut…”

Sharons hands were reaching up to the back of Alaskas head, combing through his hair. Alaska leaned back, relishing the touch.

“Did you want her to kiss you, baby?

…It looked like you wanted her to kiss you?”

Sharon pulled at Alaskas hair, tugging him closer, and lent up to place his lips on his. Alaska shuddered as their lips met in a gentle kiss.

“Did you want her to kiss you like this, baby?”

Sharon continued to whisper as he went from placing pecks on his lips and on the corners of his mouth, to deepening the kiss. All Alaska could do was to suppress a shiver and lean in to the kiss as it grew more intense. His body responded immediately to the change in Sharons touch. One of Sharons arms were on his back, pressing them firmly together. The other arm was in Alaskas hair, on his neck, ever moving.

Their relationship had been a roller coaster of emotions, but they had always connected on a physical level. Their bodies were like two adjoining pieces of a puzzle, and whatever else was going on in their lives their bodies always felt right together. Alaska, who up until now had stood almost frozen, moved his arms up to touch Sharons sides, Sharons back, Sharons hair. He pressed his body tightly towards the other man and felt Sharon tighten his grip around him. He couldn’t get enough of Sharon. Sharons taste, Sharons scent, the sensation of Sharons body against his own.

And then Sharon paused and looked up at him. Separating their lips and leaned back to make some space between them. His placed his hands on Alaskas chest, eyes twinkling and a smile on his face.

“You’re such a needy slut, Lasky…

I bet you wanted Katya to undress you?”

Sharons hands were at the hem of his tank top, and then they were on his skin. Stroking and gently scratching his chest and his back. Then he pulled the top over Alaskas head, freeing him. Sharon lent in and took one of Alaskas nipples in his mouth. Alaska hissed involuntarily. While sucking, nibbling and licking Sharon continued:

“I know you wanted Katya to undress you, baby…

I could see it in your face…

I was watching you tonight…”

Alaska was breathing deeply now, not even trying to hide his excitement any more. Sharon knew all his sensitive spots and was giving them all plenty of attention with his mouth. He was at his nipples, his collarbone, the crook of his neck… Alaska started pulling at Sharons shirt, and Sharon backed of a second to let him strip it of. Alaska bent down, tasting Sharons body, mirroring what he had just received. He knew his way around Sharons body just as well as Sharon knew his. Still interconnected with lips and limbs they started moving, Sharon pushing at Alaska and Alaska backing until they fell down on the bed. Sharon was on top, and started fiddling with the buttons in Alaskas jeans. Soon the jeans were on the floor and Sharon was up on her knees in between Alaskas legs.

“I bet Katya would want to touch your dick, baby…”

Sharons mouth was on Alaskas crotch, lips pressed firmly and licking trough the fabric of his briefs. Alaska was already rock hard, throbbing and aching, pressing his hips towards Sharons face.

“She’d love to suck your big dick, baby..”

Sharon continued to whisper profanities as she gave Alaska all the attention. Her dick sprang free and Sharon took it in his mouth. The alternating between deep sucking and licking made Alaska lose all sense of perception. There was no space, nor time. Only Sharons mouth on his dick.

“Sharon…”, Alaska panted, and a moan escaped his throat. He just couldn’t keep quiet.

“Sharon… I… ohhh… Sharon… no”

But Sharon had no intention of letting him finish just yet. Alaskas dick popped out of his mouth and he began crawling up Alaskas body, placing kisses along the way.

“Baby, I know Katya wants you to suck her dick…

And you want that too..

Don’t you baby?”

Alaska didn’t need to be asked twice. He rolled over and pressed Sharon down on the bed. Smiling he decided to play along.

“Yes baby”, Alaska breathed into Sharons ear.

“I’m so hungry for Katyas dick…”

He slowly made his way down Sharons body, stopping here and there to nibble or suck at chosen spots.

“I’ve heard Katya has a really big dick, babe…”

As he reached Sharons crotch he quickly discarded his loose shorts, and took his dick in his hand. Slowly pumping he continued to speak.

“I’m so hungry for Katyas dick…

You know me babe, I’m suck a slut”

And then he bent down and started to lick at Sharons dick. Pre-cum was already dripping from the tip. It tasted of Sharon and Alaska pressed his nose down Sharons crotch and sucked in a deep breath of air. It wasn’t long until all of Sharon was in his mouth, and as far down his thought he possibly could. He smiled when he heard the sounds he could produce from Sharon who was now flat on his back, body twitching and hands pulling his own hair. Alaska worked on Sharon for a while, until he felt the time was right. Pulling away and looking up he said.

“I want Katya to fuck me so bad…

I’ve heard no one can fuck you as good as Katya…”

Alaska almost didn’t get to finish his last sentence before Sharon was back on his hands and knees pressing Alaska, face first, into the mattress. Alaska felt Sharons fingers separating his cheeks and then his tongue licking at his rim. A finger entered him, and then a second. Alaska bit his fist and moved his ass in response to Sharons fingers. It felt so unbelievably good. He felt like a panting mess and desperately wanted more. He moved one hand down between his legs and grabbed on to his dripping dick, desperately pulling at it.

“It feels so good Sharon…” Alaska groaned. For a moment he was totally forgetting their game.

“Your fingers are so good to meee”

Sharon must have had a bottle of lube hiding somewhere, because Alaska could hear a squeezing sound and then the cold sensation hit his ass. And Sharon shifted, moved Alaska to better accommodate him, and pressed his dick to his hole. Alaska did his best to relax, fighting the urge to press up towards Sharon. And then, with a careful push, Sharon was inside him. Alaska let out a blissful sigh, and kept rubbing his dick between his legs.

They really were like two parts of a puzzle. Sharon filled him up so perfectly. Slow thrusts at first, letting Alaska adjust. It was a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. The tight stretch of Sharons dick as it hit all the right spots. But it didn’t take long for Alaska to adjust, and then there was nothing but pleasure. Alaska pressed his face into the mattress and squeezed his eyes shut so tightly he saw stars. Sharon increased the pace, letting out moans of his own, fingers clawing into Alaskas flesh. Alaska pumped his dick in rhythm with Sharons thrusts and felt himself coming closer and closer.

“Don’t stop Shar… I’m so close…” he moaned into the pillow.

Sharon kept his pace up, and Alaska exploded into his climax. Sharon kept on moving through Alaskas spasms. It wasn’t until Alaska finally stopped convulsing that Sharon he pulled out, pumped his dick a few times and spilled his seed all over Alaskas back. Exhausted and sweaty, Sharon slumped down next to Alaska. For a while they just lay next to each other, catching their breaths. Then Alaska, still laying face down, turned his head towards Sharon and found him looking right back.

“Come here baby”

Sharon extended her arms, pulling Alaska in for a cuddle and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“That was amazing Sharon”

Alaska smiled, pressing his nose into the crook of Sharons neck.

“But… now you’ve made me want to fuck Katya…”

Sharon smacked his arm gently…

“Shut up you idiot!

Give me a hug instead”

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Alaska didn’t know how long they had been laying next to each other. He just felt so content and blissful and sleepy that all sense of time disappeared. He was woken up from his half-sleep by Sharon poking at him.

“Come on sleepy, join me in the shower”

Sharon got up and extended his hand to help Alaska up. Without letting each other’s hands go, they walked into the shower. They stood close together under the warm water, and cleaned each other with soft soapy hands. Then they stepped out of the shower, dried each other off and scavenged the floor of the hotel room for their clothes. When they parted at the elevator in the corridor outside they shared a quick kiss. Before the elevator door closed on Alaska, Sharon turned and said:

“Next time is on you babe”

#sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #shalaska #smut #aurvandel #rpdr fanfiction #the game #canon compliant

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kenpaisworkshop · 5 years

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Sinquest: Soul and Sand: Part I

“The Desert Jewel of Chazin”

Subject: @sin-quest Characters: Ken’pai the Mechanist, Tomis the Warlock (owned by @tomis-jb) Warnings: None

[--PREVIOUS--] ========== [--NEXT--]

It was a stifling mixture of sun and sand as the two travellers hopped off the caravan, gazing into the city gates of the great desert capital of Chazin. The sound of boots and...claws wafted into the air as grains gently blustered all about them.

“I don't know why I let you drag me all the way out here,” said the first one. He was a walking contrast of the environment; black robes, black boots, black...everything, save for a white skull-like mask concealed by an even blacker hood. Not many knew of the warlocks, as they were a rare breed, but they had a tendency to stand out. Hiding wasn't exactly something they felt was a necessity.

His companion was an even stranger case. A bit taller, he dressed rather plainly, a brown collared tunic tucked into dark-grey trousers, and a large backpack, with several pouches for extra storage in the straps. His ensemble wasn't exactly the point of contention.

It was the scales. Green with flecks of red, to be precise. He was one of the Lizard-folk.

He reached into a pouch and fished out a pair of cyan-tinted goggles, matching his reptilian eyes. He pulled the straps behind two long horns protruding from the back of his head, stretching the lenses out to cover his face. A large snout breathed in, and he exhaled out of a toothy mouth, his lips curling back into a sort of smile.

The lizard-man tugged at his black leather gloves and gazed down at his feet. They were bound by straps, which made for more comfort for his digitigrade feet, letting his toe-claws sink into the warm sands.

“I didn't drag you anywhere, Tomisss,” he hissed with a grin, “I was going to come out here whether you came along or not.”

The warlock shook his head. “Yeah, well, somebody's gotta make sure my precious protege keeps his scales attached.”

“Protege, is it? Hah...I suppose I'll take the compliment. Besides, you can't possibly say this place is all bad. It's so warm here...it's relaxing.”

The lizard-man looked at Tomis again, noting his clothing.

“Well, for me it is.”

“Of course it is, Ken'pai. Remind me again what we're looking for?”

Ken reached back into his bag, feeling around a bit before pulling out a large parchment and unfurling it. It was a somewhat old map of Chazin, a city divided into four quarters with a fading red circle marked.

“I'm looking for a friend of Master Gray's. According to this he's in...the east quarter, one street over from the Great Well.”

Tomis gazed at the distant structures looming in the distance. “Haven't really been here before, but I'm guessing something called a “Great Well” won't be too hard to spot.”

Ken chuckled. “Oh no, trust me, we'll just keep going straight down this road. We definitely won't miss it.”

The two stepped through the gates, drawing attention from the guardsmen and citizenry alike. Ken'pai wondered which of the two was drawing more attention, but it was already clear that he knew. His head began to droop, his right arm clutching nervously at his left one.

Lizard-men were even rarer to find in society than warlocks, and they were even more visible. It was a common occurrence that Ken'pai never got used to. The stares. And who could blame them? Lizards didn't wear clothes, didn't speak fluent common. Most people were often surprised to see one standing all the way upright as it walked.

And he was always an “it.” Not a person. Just a species. A monster.

A black-gloved hand rested on Ken'pai's shoulder. “Stop worrying about it. Focus,” Tomis whispered.

The only person who ever showed him kindness, outside his late Master, Gray, Tomis' company was always appreciated, far more than Ken ever let on, and he often wondered if the feeling was mutual. He supposed it was, otherwise he'd find himself walking down the streets alone. Feeling the daggers in everybody's eyes piercing his heart. Alone.

“Thanks,” he said, shaking his head and focusing on taking in the sights instead.

The streets themselves were teeming with wayfarers, citizens, and adventurers, all hailing from all walks of life. The sides were packed with booths, each one manned by merchants selling all kinds of wares, and as they came to an intersection, they could see that even those streets were lined, almost eternally with more and more booths.

Most of the buildings were standard-issue, many roofs having their own furnishings, bordered by parapets in matching styles with the others. Several brightly colored fabrics and banners fluttered in the desert breeze, criss-crossing over the streets with such density that the shade was more than welcome.

Ken pointed at the taller buildings, which all had immense domed roofs, with large crystalline spires protruding out the top.

“Chazin's probably the only nation that harnesses electricity at this rate,” Ken'pai explained, “those crystal spires act like lighthouses in the desert, so lost travellers can at least find their way home to the city if they're lost at night. It's been said that they can be seen from over thirty miles away.”

“Huh.”

Ken began to sound a bit more excited, finally having the opportunity to teach his friend for a change. “They still use magic in order to power their lights though, but there are probably enough magicians outside of the Mages Guild willing to offer their services. I've thought about helping them out, but I'm still unsure of the design. It's tricky, and runs on water, but...although this place has plenty, they could run out much faster than expected, and--”

Tomis pointed to the looming structures jutting up from the center of town. “What about those?” He interrupted.

“You'll see. We're almost there.”

The two walked in silence for a ways, finally coming to the center of town.

...if one could call it a “center.”

What would normally be a great town square was taken up instead by a sprawling chasm, easily five or more miles in diameter, braced with exquisite masonry to keep the sides from caving. Several nets lined the perimeter of the cavity at several different heights, a safety precaution to keep citizens from falling below.

Deep down in the chasm was perhaps the greatest body of fresh water that a desert had any right to see.

Ken'pai pointed at the structures again. They were actually titanic windmills one at each cardinal point around the well, operating a pulley system that drew water from the lake in buckets that rivaled the size of a small house. Once they reached a certain height, they were “tipped,” pouring into stone-worked troughs, each leading deep underneath, into the heart of each quadrant of town.

“Those troughs feed into smaller resevoirs for each quarter of the city. They're still massive, and if by some chance they're overfilled, the excess just pours back into this, the Great Well.”

The warlock folded his arms. “You seem to know a lot about this place.”

Ken leaned forward, resting his elbows on the dividing wall as he watched the systems work their autonomous magic. “I've been here a couple of times. Master Gray was thinking of relocating here. The Mages Guild don't have much sway on this country, you see. Magic is still important, yes, but this is a place of commerce and, more recently, industry. Factories have started springing up here more and more, and I'm sure you noticed all the construction going on.”

Tomis scanned the horizon for a bit. “...Not really.”

“No? You didn't see the scaffolding lining most of the buildings as we went by? Covered with all the fabrics, banners, and sheets? Heh, it's clever, isn't it? They hide it, make it look like it's part of the structure. 'Good for business,' they say.” He pushed himself off the wall and turned to the right. “C'mon, East Quarter's this way. Almost there.”

They followed the rim of the Great Well, finally coming upon yet another street, fittingly called “East Street,” which led all the way down into another inevitible city gate. They didn't have to go nearly as far, turning right again at the first intersection.

They finally came upon a building with a large door with chipping blue paint. Ken'pai rapped on its surface four times before holding his fist to his chest in anticipation. A small panel in the door slid open briefly, then slid shut before the door's locks opened with an audible thunk.

It swung open and revealed the face of an older elf, a long white beard draping over his chest as his lips curled up into a smile.

“Scales! You came!”

Ken'pai nodded and shook the man's hand. “Old Man Loch! It's been what...eight years?”

“Hah, all grown up I see. And your common is inpeccable!”

The lizard-man smiled. “Yep, all grown up, at least in the eyes of my former tribe.”

Loch turned toward Ken's companion and offered a hand. “And you are...?”

The warlock didn't accept the handshake, but still gave a courteous nod. “Tomis.”

“Tomis, alrighty. Come in, you two, come in, get out of the heat.” Loch said, gesturing with a wave.

The two stepped into the rather modest home, Ken having to duck his head slightly to get under the arch in the entry way. Loch led the two to a small table set by four chairs, covered in several books that had seen more than their fair share of use. The entire home was besieged by knowledge, tomes stacking almost to the ceiling in just about every square foot of floor-space, leaving a few narrow pathways to important facilities.

They sat down as Loch pulled out a few pieces of parchment. Drawings.

“This is why I sent for you. Well, I sent for 'Gray,' which I suppose means you're doing good work.”

“Thanks,” Ken nodded. “Doing my best. Clever, hiding it in a book like that.”

Loch nodded. “I figured you'd find the message soon enough. How'd you like it? The book, I mean.”

Tomis snorted amusedly. “He devoured it in the first night like a sweetroll at dinner. You're going to have to find something more challenging.”

“Impressive! It's probably the most intricately detailed manual I have,” Loch professed.

Tomis leaned in a bit. “Then you're going to have to work harder.”

Ken'pai could feel the smirk beaming behind the mask. It was nice, seeing his friend act more jovial. “It was a fantastic read though. I hadn't been to Chazin in years, so reading your manual on the Great Well windmills got me excited to see the real thing!””

The warlock tilted his head. “Oh?”

“Ah,” Ken realized, “I suppose I should explain. Loch here is the chief architect and engineer for the city of Chazin! He designed those huge windmills in the Well, whereas before there were about twenty all scattered about.”

Loch nodded again. “Yeah, they were made of smaller parts, more prone to breaking down. These larger ones have much more difficult parts to craft, but it's much easier to spot problems down the line, and since the water production is so high, shutting down one of the mills for a few days doesn't disrupt the water flow.”

Tomis looked around at the house, not taking too long to take it all in again. “You're the chief engineer and you live in such a cramped place?”

Loch sighed. “Yeah. Chazin is a sprawling metropolis, but space is at a premium, and we're certainly having a problem with overcrowding. Even the royal palace has been sectioned off for boarding a little bit. Expanding into a desert is...tricky. We've already made these huge walls, making more will take years, if not decades to complete. Then there's the problem of getting the sand out, expanding the well's reach, probably having to build more reservoirs...yeah. We're working on it, but it's a process, to be sure.”

“I could help if you'd like,” Ken'pai gestured, “maybe you could use a mechanist on the team.”

Tomis shook his head. “Ehh...not a great idea--”

He craned his neck sharply toward the door, standing up.

“I'll be outside.”

Ken nodded. “Alright, I'll be along in a bit.”

The warlock said nothing, letting the door close itself as he passed through.

“He going to be alright?” Loch queried.

“Yeah. He's more protective of me than I thought he would be, not that he's wrong. If the mages catch wind of a lizard-man making Master Gray's machines, it wouldn't be too hard to spot me. We've had to be careful.”

“That's good. You're a good kid, if you need anything, you can ask me. I've got a spare bed if necessary.”

“Appreciate it. So what exactly is the problem you're facing?”

Loch spread out the drawings on the table. One of them showed a sketch of what appeared to be an old set of ruins.

“This set of ruins here runs right alongside a supply route out in the Sandsea. It's actually a tomb for an ancient prince of Chazin dating back about a thousand years or so. It's a nice enough place, but nobody's been able to get inside the inner chambers. Nobody's been able to figure it out.”

“...You want us to go grave-robbing?”

“No, far from it. See, a few seasons back, something happened. Trade barges across the sea have been attacked by some sort of monster coming out of the ruins. The smaller sand skiffs can outrun it, but not the bigger ships when they're loaded down with cargo and sinking into the sand.”

He lifted the second parchment and placed it on top of the first. It showed a sketch of a humanoid figure, that appeared to be made of large blocks of stone. The size was rather intimidating, if the human-sized scale next to it was any indication.

“This was done by an artist on a passing skiff that was en route to Chazin. It's the clearest picture we have of the creature. It started appearing around the tomb, almost as if it were protecting it. We're not sure if it moved in like a stray monster, or if it...originated from the tomb.”

“Like a defense mechanism?”

“Yes,” Loch nodded. “Perhaps a couple of spelunkers found a way to wake it up.”

Loch pointed a finger at one of its elbows.

“Look familiar?”

Ken'pai lifted his goggles and squinted, before flaring them open again as he gasped.

“That's a...a ball joint!”

“Yes. Those large stone blocks seem to be attached to some kind of metal skeleton. The kind you and Gray have been known to build for some of your constructs.”

“...I notice the eyes and the center of its chest have a blue glow, too.”

“Yes...we're not sure what to make of that,” Loch sighed.

“I do.”

Ken'pai looked at his right arm, sweeping his left over it as he focused his eyes. Slowly, a brass-colored gauntlet began to form as his hand passed by, going all the way up to the shoulder. A blue aura surrounded his left hand as he pointed it at the table, the light transferring over and becoming a tiny sphere. Soon, tiny brass-like parts came into focus, attaching themselves in intricate ways. Once the construct was finished, Ken'pai sent a jolt of electricity down his gauntlet-covered arm, arcing it into his construct.

When it was finished, a small spider-like robot began to walk around, happily whirring and chirping as it explored the table. Its eyes glowed a brilliant cyan, and at the center of its mass was a small cyan light as well.

“It's Soul Magic. That thing was made by Soul Magic.”

Loch smiled. “Incredible. Gray taught you how to do that?”

“Nope. Tomis did. He taught me how to summon these things from...my soul, I suppose. Certainly makes it easier.”

“So...you think somebody with Soul Magic made this?”

“Maybe, but you might be right, it might be a defense mechanism. This little guy here won't go away unless he's completely dismantled and its 'soul' is shattered. Something that big, well, I'm sure merchant ships aren't equipped enough to handle something like that.”

“Hmm. You think you're up to it?”

Ken'pai lowered his goggles again and snapped them onto his face.

“Guess we're going to find out for ourselvesss,” he hissed.

So this was my first real exercise in trying to describe a city of my own creation. I had a few reference points, namely a city in The Last Remnant, although I tweaked the design enough in my brain for it to be differentiated enough. I really wanted to get the mechanical ideas across, which is also something I’m getting some experience in. I’d better, Ken’pai wouldn’t let me live it down!

This will run in three parts, four if it runs longer. It was originally just supposed to be two, but...well I let the story get away from me. ...not that I’m complaining.

#writing #Fantasy #Sinquest #Ken'pai the Mechanist #Tomis the Warlock #Soul and Sand

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