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sex money feelings die - fifth visit

fourth visit ↬ fifth visit ↬ sixth visit (tba)

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TW and Tags (permanent for the story): rich client!Anton x stripper!reader, smut, fluff (?), a touch of angst for the moment, inexperienced reader, fingering, kissing, masturbation, lots of silly conversations.

Summary: Working at a night club was difficult in many aspects, your sleep schedule was messed up for life, your feet were more used to high heels than sneakers and you had to lie about where you went to work those nights. Still, even with all those cons, you didn't hate your job, you had more than enough to pay your bills, feed your brother and save money for his college. However, what happens when your boss makes you do the one thing you asked to never do.

You carried his card everywhere, you hadn’t call him, but you liked to watch it every time you opened your wallet.

A music producer, you repeated on your mind. It fitted him, he always knew what songs you talked about and even gave you options you listened from time to time when you remembered him.

Still, you couldn’t understand what he was doing coming to a place like Shotaro’s club, you were sure he could easily get a pass in any other club that had his favorite drinks in the menu, and he wouldn’t have to carry his own every time he visited, unlike the place you worked at.

Not that your club was ugly, it had good clients, all of them coming to see you and your gorgeous coworkers, but you had heard of better places that let them do more to the girls, some of them even allowed them to request sexual services, something they would never get here.

Anton had been the only one until now, and you didn’t like the thought of how it all started, but at least Anton had been respectful with you and hadn’t touched you until you asked for it.

You blushed.

You couldn’t forget what had happened on Monday.

Every time you went to sleep you would remember how his long fingers felt inside you and how good he looked under you. The taste of his mouth and the wine was also impregnated on your tongue, not daring to look at a bottle of wine even if none of them were like his.

‘’Is there anything wrong?’’ one of the girls asked when she saw you all lost looking at your phone.

‘’Oh, it’s nothing, just a little tired, and now we’ll have to entertain the pretty boys, I was thinking what to drink to survive the night’’ you smiled and exhaled. It was Friday and they would arrive in a couple of hours.

She nodded, ‘’Yes, but I heard Anton had something to do, I don’t think he’ll come today.’’

‘’Who told you that?’’ you asked confused.

‘’My boy told me the last time they came that Anton and another of his friends may not come today since they had a big meeting or something like that, and they couldn’t move it.’’

You nodded to it, bewildered since Anton hadn’t say a single word when he came on Monday. ‘’I see, well, I guess I should get ready for a show then’’ you tried to not look too surprised.

She stood up and walked out, leaving you alone in the room, and when you felt that no one would come in, most of them grabbing a quick snack in the kitchen before the doors opened, you grabbed your phone and introduced his number.

You watched it on your screen, the many digits intimidated you and you thought about just not calling him, but your finger pressed the green bubble before you could choose.

Not even three rings sounded, and he answered. ‘’Hello?’’ his voice sounded deeper through the phone, more serious than the usual soft tone he used with you, and you almost got weak in your seat.

Biting the inside of your cheek your breath flattered and you felt the nervousness creep behind your back before you could talk, ‘’Hi’’ was the only thing you could say.

‘’Hi’’ his voice changed to the same tone he always used with you, you even heard how he let out a relaxed sigh, making you picture him with his typical soft grin. ‘’I was waiting for your call’’ he murmured.

‘’Yeah well, Shotaro finally told me how much the cleaning fees are.’’

Shotaro hadn’t even spoken to you about it, the only thing he did when he saw it was shrug, shake his head, look at you and walk away, leaving you there next to Sungchan who looked at you and murmured, rich people wine smell different, uh? making you nod before you ran away to hide your blush.

‘’Oh really? And how much is it?’’ he asked, honestly curious.

‘’Are you sitting? Because you may pass out, they will leave you broke.’’

You heard his breathy laugh on the other side of the line.

‘’I’ll make sure to ask for a discount then.’’

‘’I think you should, I can go with you to his office today if you want, he kind of owes me one for teaching the new waitress the basics.’’

Silence.

You gulped and started to bite your cheek again, nervous to not hear him smoothly talk like he always did.

He hummed before he continued, ‘’I think we’ll have to postpone that, I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to go today. I have an important meeting tomorrow and all my team is staying the night to check the last details.’’

You tried to not sound disappointed, ‘’I see’’.

Recognizing that hint of sadness in your tone, he blamed himself for not telling you sooner, ‘’Sorry, I wanted to tell you when we met this Monday but… well, you know we didn’t talk much.’’

‘’Oh.’’

Anton closed his eyes, and his smile came back to him because he knew you were blushing, there, alone, waiting for him, and his hand gripped his phone trying to not remember you that day, he had too many people waiting for him behind the door in front of him to get swayed your way and risk a whole deal just to go and see you for a couple of hours.

But he couldn’t lie to himself, he was already thinking about you even before you called him. He had gone out for a bottle of water when you popped his mind and didn’t let him concentrate on what one of his workers was saying, and just like a miracle his phone had started to sound inside his pocket before he entered the room after deciding to go back and completely forget you to focus on his work again. The screen showed an unknown number, and even if he didn’t know who it belonged to, it made his heart skip before he answered with the hope it was you who called.

‘’I’ll see you this Monday, promise, but meanwhile, do you mind if I call you later? And that means, tomorrow, and the day after, and maybe Monday too.’’

‘’I do mind, if you wake me up, I’ll block you’’ you denied.

He chuckled and nodded, already used to your sharp answers. ‘’Then what about a text?’’ he offered.

‘’Better, but please don’t forget about your debt, the poor couch suffered because of us so I’ll ask for the discount, don’t worry.’’

‘’This girl…’’ his breathy laugh sounded for a couple of long seconds, making you smile, happy of being the cause of it, ‘’I already paid him.’’

You covered your mouth, so he didn’t hear you chuckle, and hanged up.

Choosing your outfit for the night, you tried to think on anything else that wasn’t how you wouldn’t be able to see him later. It was good, you tried to convince yourself, there were many clients that probably missed you those weeks, and you shouldn’t neglect them if you didn’t want to lose them.

Shotaro saw you in the bar having some small talk with the girls that served drinks and told you that you could go to the VIP room if you wanted, after all, one of the girl that accompanied Anton’s friend that wouldn’t come was still going, but you rejected the idea immediately, if he wasn’t there, you didn’t feel like staying the whole night with the group.

When his group arrived all the girls ran to the second VIP room, excited to see their favorite clients and have their fun, while Sungchan, seeing you go to the other direction, to the scenario, without much thinking said, ‘’Ow angel, won’t your pretty boy come tonight?’’

‘’He has work stuff, but better, I needed a break’’ you replied with a smile, and Sungchan, finding the disappointment you tried to mask with your uninterested tone adorable, patted your naked back before he followed the other girls.

Luckily the night ended fast, you did a couple of shows and one of your past regulars called you for a private dance, giving you a good tip saying how much he had missed you the last weeks, ‘’You’ll always be my favorite’’ he said, and you, by instinct, said that he was your favorite too, but you perfectly knew how much of a lie that was.

The night finished without much emotion and you went home as early as you could, it was only four in the morning when you were already standing in your door, two sandwiches in a bag courtesy of Sungchan charming the kitchen lady with his smile, and you accepted them gladly, relieved of not having to make breakfast for your brother, who was sound asleep in his room after studying until late.

Walking as silently as you could, you cleaned your living room a little bit, just tossing old packages and watching that there wasn’t nothing dirty. Your brother, even if he had an even worse schedule than you, always made sure to leave the place as clean as he could, and there wasn’t much for you to do, dishes washed, kitchen table clean and trash can empty.

You sat in the darkness and exhaled, feeling extremely alive for the hour and tired as hell because of the long trip at the same time.

After washing yourself you felt more at ease, hair wet and rolled with a towel because you couldn’t turn on the hairdryer at that hour, and you decided to do something you only did on special occasions.

You searched your client’s name, in this case Anton, online.

You got surprised with the quantity of results there, you had never had a client as famous as him, with so many profiles and articles with his name, it seems he had already produced a couple of popular songs, not many, but enough to let him have a name in the industry, and you, sitting in the border of your old mattress with what used to be a beige bedsheet, pale after so many washes, felt a struck of reality.

Why would he treat you so well when he could go and have an actual connection with a girl as popular, or even more than him, in real life?

You read as many articles as you could, not believing your eyes but at the same time smiling with the praises he had received despite his young age, all of them talking about the future he could (and will) have, a music producer in the company of his family, a life already bright enough to always let him go to bed in peace and never worry about tomorrow, and you did it until your alarm brought you back and you had to go and wake up your brother.

He was a heavy sleeper, you sometimes wondered how he would be able to live without you if he couldn’t wake up with the five alarms he put on his cellphone, but while you could, you would wake him up with pleasure.

Knocking his door, you went to the bathroom and started to dry your hair, thinking in what you would have to cook for dinner and leaving what you read about Anton well behind your mind, because if you remembered it every time you looked at him, you would start getting conscious of yourself, which would definitely change your tone with him, and wouldn’t let you talk as free as you’ve been doing until now.

Not much later you got exactly what you wanted, concentrating on your brother, his dinner and your own breakfast, with the help of the news in the background and the rush of the hour, you forgot him.

However, Anton must have a signal to go back and fill your mind with him whenever you completely forgot him, because when you were about to go to sleep after a long night and morning, ready to not think at all for at least the next five hours, you saw a text from him.

You saw it in real time how the little notification appeared while you watched a video, a message so short and direct that had you smiling and rolling your eyes before you decided to answer.

Are you awake?

You could ignore it and pretend you didn’t see it, but having the opportunity to tease him, you couldn’t lose it just like that.

Sleeping.

Nothing.

You waited for him to answer in the chat, there was no bubble moving showing that he was writing, but he did read it, it appeared like that, and he was online too.

You imagined him reading your message and nodding, thinking ‘’so she’s asleep…’’, ready to not bother you anymore, and you laughed, trying to guess how much time would take him to notice that you had lied.

Minutes passed by, and when you were finally drifting to sleep, your ringtone started to sound.

‘’…I hate you’’ he said when you accepted his call.

‘’Maybe I should hang up then.’’

‘’No’’ he interrupted you, ‘’It’s just… I really believed you for a second, I was ready to not bother you anymore.’’

His breathy laugh made you smile, and you decided to not tell him that you were actually about to sleep, and he had woken you up with his call.

‘’It’s pretty early, why are you calling me at this hour?’’ you didn’t sound angry, just intrigued, had he gone to his meeting? Was he calling you right before his meeting? You wanted to know what pushed him to talk to you at 8 am.

‘’I wanted to know how your night was, the boys told me you didn’t go to the VIP room.’’

You hummed, moving your phone closer to your ear, to hear him better. ‘’I wasn’t needed, the girls were just fine without me.’’

‘’You could’ve gone to rest a little bit, I still paid Shotaro for your time’’ he confessed.

‘’What?’’ you were so surprised you had to sit.

Shotaro hadn’t say anything to you when you left, well, not that you waited for him either, you just grabbed your share of the night and left the rest with Sungchan when he gave you the food.

The point was, you didn’t understand why Anton paid when he didn’t spend the night with you.

‘’Why?’’ you simply couldn’t understand.

‘’I wasn’t going to leave you just like that, it was the least I could do, to be honest, I wanted to give you even more for not seeing you last night, but I thought that maybe it would be a bit too much, even your boss looked at me weird when I said I would still pay.’’

‘’Anton…’’ you couldn’t believe how much he thought about you to do something like that.

And just like you were afraid of, you started to remember all the articles you read and how much they talked wonders about him.

A respectable young man ready to take the industry, and the world, in his hands.

They had no idea how awesome, and impressive, and kind, he really was.

‘’You didn’t have to do that, you didn’t see me yesterday, you got nothing out of that.’’

‘’But I wanted to, if I didn’t, I would’ve felt bad the next time I saw you, thinking how I made you lose your night just because I was busy.’’

‘’Anton, if you don’t come, I can still work’’ you tried to make him understand, ‘’the next time you don’t have to do that.’’

He didn’t answer.

You heard his breathing through the phone and your hand started to play with the border of your shirt. You didn’t know what to say, and suddenly you felt like you couldn’t talk with him like you had been doing, because you really were on different positions, and for you it didn’t make sense how he always had you in his mind and treated you that good when he could do a lot better.

‘’Well… then you won’t like what I bought for you to show how sorry I was.’’

‘’Anton!’’ you called his name louder than expected.

‘’I’m joking’’ he said, happy that you didn’t sound as tense anymore.

He didn’t have to see you to notice the little things about you, even your silence talked for you, and he had sensed how you suddenly got uncomfortable after he admitted how he had paid.

‘’Don’t you have a meeting?’’ you asked after he finished laughing at you.

‘’I already had it, everything went well, I guess talking to you last night gave me luck.’’

‘’Please stop.’’ You begged, not being able to endure his lines anymore.

Perhaps that’s why his songs are so popular, you thought, because you had never met someone able to create corny lines as fast as him.

‘’I was about to sleep, I wanted to hear you one last time before I passed out.’’

‘’I was about to sleep too.’’

He hummed.

You stayed in silence a minute, just hearing each other’s breathing and the bedsheets on his side ruffling with his movements. You were still on your place, only playing with your shirt and waiting for him to talk.

‘’There was something I wanted to talk about… you know, about what we did this Monday.’’

You gulped.

You didn’t expect him to talk about it, you didn’t expect a conversation about it at all.

‘’I wanted to say that… I don’t want you to think you have to do it because I pay you.’’

‘’I know’’ you were quickly to reply.

You did it because you wanted, not because of anything else, not because of the money, or the alcohol, or Shotaro, and you had worked hard to help you go around the next days with an easy mind. You were a big girl, and you could do that kind of thing without feeling guilty anymore.

Anton had been nothing but respectful to you all those days, and you couldn’t let him think that you did it for anything that wasn’t your decision based on how good he treated you.

‘’I think I made myself clear the first days’’ you continued, ‘’I wouldn’t have let you touch me if I didn’t want to.’’

‘’You’re right’’ he sounded relieved on the other side. ‘’Then… is it okay if we do it again? I mean, did you like it?’’

There was no one in your house, you were completely alone, and your door was closed, but you still whispered, as if you were about to say something wrong, or, more than wrong, inappropriate, something that no one else, apart from him, should hear.

‘’I liked it’’ you admitted.

‘’I’m glad, I liked it too.’’

Your mind started to reply that night.

Without thinking, like every night when you remembered it, your arousal started to appear, pouring out of you with the expectations of feeling him again. The image of him under you brought a pression in your abdomen you weren’t used to feel before that occasion, of course you had felt excited before, but the way Anton had showed you how capable he was of driving you into that kind of pleasure made it a lot more intense, almost painful and that made it impossible for you to not move uncomfortable on your seat.

You closed your eyes and exhaled through your nose, trying to control yourself and your mind from making you feel like that with him, not physically there with you, but still there.

‘’You’re thinking about it too, right?’’ he asked you.

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how right he was.

‘’Are you?’’

‘’You have no idea how much I think about it, I do it every day, every hour.’’

Me too, you closed your eyes again hearing his voice say something so bold without feeling ashamed of it, he was using a different voice, it wasn’t the one he used when he tried to maintain a conversation with you in the club, or the one he used when he answered his phone when he didn’t know it was you who called him, it was deeper, a lot more mature and confident, like the one he used when he made you cum over his lap with his fingers inside you.

A whimper almost escaped your throat and you hided it with a cough, trying to think a way to change the aura of the conversation.

‘’I’m sure you’re getting wet, that day you were dripping all over my hand’’ he then said, and you couldn’t help but gulp again, the faint sound telling him everything he needed to know.

Anton imagined you lying down over his bed, right next to him, with your hand between your thighs, looking at him with those teary eyes, and that was enough for him to get hard.

Every day he imagined the same thing, you over his designer bedsheets, with the little light of his lamp beside his bed, your pretty face frowning and calling his name while your hand played with yourself, waiting for him in his apartment, getting ready for him to take you after a long day at work.

Just that occasion was enough to push the last little will he had to contain himself, he didn’t know how would he be able to face you and not touch you the next time he had you in front of him, but he wanted to leave everything clear before that, he wanted to make sure you enjoyed it as much as he did.

He needed you, and making him feel like a teenager again, every day he dreamed of you, he thought of you, and he jerked off with the memory of you.

‘’Anton…’’ your voice made him look down to his now hard member and groan.

‘’I want to hear you’’ his tongue had to wet his lips, dry of thirst for you, ‘’touch yourself, please.’’

He was begging with such urgency you didn’t know how to say no, and even more, you didn’t want to say no.

Your mind was already telling you to touch yourself like he had done that day, it wouldn’t be the same, you had already tried it those days without him, but it would help you soothe the pain.

‘’I don’t…’’ you wanted to confess how it wasn’t the same if they weren’t his fingers, but you felt your face burn just with the thought of it.

‘’I’ll tell you what to do’’ he interrupted you, ‘’so… will you be good for me?’’

Fuck, you wanted to be good for him.

‘’…Okay’’

Anton pulled down his pants and his underwear, just enough to leave his cock free, which jumped to the sound of you lying over your bed and getting comfortable for him.

‘’What are you wearing?’’ he asked, and just his voice made you get more wet inside your panties.

‘’A t-shirt… and panties.’’

‘’No pants? Isn’t it too cold for that?’’

You couldn’t tell him that you were more used to the coldness because of your work, you felt a lot more comfortable wearing just that at night, and thankfully your apartment was warm enough, it was old, but the winter was bearable.

In summer it was hell though.

‘’I can’t sleep with pants.’’

‘’I can’t sleep with t-shirts, I guess we’re the perfect pair.’’

You bit your lip to not laugh, but he knew you wanted to do it, so he laughed for you.

‘’I can give you all my t-shirts if you want, I don’t mind.’’

‘’Okay’’ you answered, surprising him. He expected you to tell him to stop, but that answer satisfied him even more.

‘’Okay’’ he repeated, ‘’that way, the next time you miss me, and I can’t be with you, at least you’ll have my t-shirt to think of me.’’

That sounded too good, he imagined you wearing his shirt and playing with your clit, drenching the back of it, and he liked the idea so much his cock bounced in front of his eyes.

You, on the other hand, only imagined how comfortable you would feel with his smell lingering around you at night.

‘’Now…’’ he interrupted your thoughts, ‘’don’t take it off, just lift it, as if you were showing me your chest.’’

You felt so embarrassed you just gripped your shirt, eyes closing with force and your mind telling you to follow his words but your conscience too awake and clear now to do it.

‘’I can hear you not moving, I thought you’d be good for me’’ he had already guessed you weren’t going to make the things that easy for him, but he still expected you to do better, for him, ‘’This is the only time in which I won’t tolerate you fooling me.’’

He was right, and feeling the weight of his words, your hand didn’t doubt to lift your t-shirt this time, feeling the morning coldness impact your whole torso, nipples slightly hardening.

He could hear your breath hitching and the fabric of your clothes moving, feeling content with you listening to him this time, maybe he had to be stern with you in bed, he thought, to show that he could play in any other moment, except that one.

‘’Well done.’’

You licked your lips while your eyelids fluttered with his words, you wanted him to continue talking to you like that, so forward and authoritative, as if he knew exactly what you needed.

‘’Play with your nipples, just like how you want me to touch them’’ his hand lifted his shirt to his abdomen, just to rest his hand over it and imagine it was you who was touching him.

You did what he said, and touching your right one with the tip of your finger, you decided it wasn’t how you wanted him to touch you, so to add more intensity, with your whole palm you grabbed your tit, too big for your own hand, and massaged it until your thumb and your index finger pressed your little bud with more force.

That’s how you want him to touch you, with more force, to not be as delicate, he wouldn’t break you, and when you closed your eyes, you could see his big hand cupping you completely without problem.

He heard you breathing get harder, not louder, just with more difficulty, and he could imagine those beautiful nipples begging for him to give them a taste.

The last time he couldn’t, but the next time he definitely would, he had no reasons to stop himself anymore.

‘’How do you feel?’’ he asked when he heard you sigh.

‘’Good, it feels good.’’

He cursed in his mind, what he would give to be there and touch you, and make you feel good with his own hands.

‘’Shit, you’re going to make me cum just with your voice.’’

You moaned.

‘’Don’t say that…’’

‘’Why?’’

‘’Because I want you to cum with me.’’

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Of course you’d drop a bomb like that one, he should learn by that point that you always surprised him for the best in moments like that one, so sweet, and tender, and perfect for him.

‘’Touch your clit, like I did that day’’ he said as he could, one hand going to wrap his member while his thumb spread the pre cum leaking in his tip.

It was already hurting him, but he was so focused on your voice he had forgotten about himself.

‘’It feels good’’ you moaned again, suddenly feeling your own fingers good, not like the previous night you had tried to touch you, it finally felt good.

‘’What I would give to be the one touching you right now.’’

‘’Anton‘’ you cried.

You were using just one finger, flicking your clit up and down and thinking it was him touching you.

‘’Don’t be afraid of using more than one finger, like I did, do it just like I did’’ he ordered, and you obeyed.

You tried to make the same motion, up and down, feeling your juices making a mess inside your panties.

He didn’t lie, you really were dripping for him.

It was so wet, you felt your fingers sliding with such ease over your clit, making you feel incredibly good.

You had touched yourself before, even before you knew Anton, you were human after all, but his groans on your ear and the memory of his hand instead of yours made it a lot better.

You didn’t understand what was so good about masturbating before, it was good, but this was fucking amazing.

You wanted to cup your chest again, just like he would’ve done it, like he did over your bra, but you needed to have your phone on your ear, his voice was more necessary than any light touch over your skin.

‘’Please touch my chest the next time.’’

The next time, he became numb, you were being so good for him, begging with that honeyed voice to touch you, he’d do it with much pleasure, but to hear you say it, to ask for his touch so directly, it was too much for him.

‘’I’ll touch you so good, my angel, I’ll do everything you want.’’

He didn’t mean it only for when he made you feel good with his hands, or his mouth, he honestly wanted to do everything for you.

‘’Put one finger inside.’’

You sighed disappointed, it felt good, but not like when he did it.

‘’It’s not like yours...’’

You heard him groan.

His hand stopped moving, feeling your pain through the phone.

‘’Oh angel, I’m so sorry, I’ll make sure to finger you well next time too.’’

‘’Yours are so long’’ you cried, putting one more in to simulate the size of his fingers.

It wasn’t enough, and soon you had not one or two, but three fingers, which were the closest sensation to his fingers that day, stretching you just like two of his fingers did.

When you put all those fingers inside the echo of your wetness got louder, pushing him to continue with the way his hand was moving before, swiftly pulling his cock like your delicate hand would do, with those pretty fingers around him and those beautiful eyes looking at him.

‘’How many do you have in?’’ he asked curious, because it was impossible just one finger was making that nasty noise.

You didn’t want to tell him how many, it was so disgraceful for a girl to use that many fingers, at least you believed that.

You cried again because something so degrading was feeling so good.

‘’Tell me.’’

He wouldn’t stop asking, you knew it, he would respect your silence in any other occasion, but not in this one.

‘’…Three.’’

‘’Shit, getting ready for my cock.’’

‘’Anton.’’ You called for him, flustered with his statement, and pushing your fingers even more with that idea.

He was big, you felt it that day, even just over his pants you could feel how much he would open you, your three fingers were nothing to get that, they had to be his fingers to stretch you enough to accept him.

‘’You’re about to cum, right? I already recognize that tone’’ he was pumping harder his cock, following the intensity of your squelches and how your hand was more erratic, ‘’fuck, and I’m not there to feel your mess, my angel.’’

You repeated his name in loud moans, grateful that you were completely alone, and his groans became as loud as your moans, reciprocating your enthusiasm.

He bit his lip with force, back falling with force to his pillow, picturing you moaning right over him like you did that day, and while thinking about you, and listening to your actual cries, he came all over his hand in thick spurs of cum.

You also came, a lighter sensation than when he fucked you so good with his fingers, but still good enough to make you feel relaxed again.

After days of not being able to cum you didn’t realize how tense you were, maybe that was why you were so thoughtful and couldn’t sleep even when you felt so tired.

Both of you stayed like that for a good time, recovering after all those days away.

‘’I missed you so much’’ Anton said when your mind was drifting away.

Me too, you thought, but didn’t say it.

‘’You’ll see me this Monday…’’

‘’I’ll buy you something.’’

‘’If you buy me something, I swear I’ll punch you.’’

‘’Oops, I think I’d like that too.’’

You laughed, not hiding it this time, and fell asleep while hearing his soft laugh on your ear.

When you saw him on Monday you punched him, not hard though, because apart from the couple of his t-shirts he gave you, he bought you a small bouquet of flowers to show how sorry he was.

fourth visit ↬ fifth visit ↬ sixth visit (tba)

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you're all on your own and you lost all your friends, you told yourself that it's not you, it's them ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

It didn't matter how long the journey had been; when it came to reaching his hometown, fatigue and jet lag ceased to exist for Chris once his body felt the air of Australia. He had arrived at a wonderful time, with time to arrange things in his new home and visit his girlfriend.

Chris picked up his phone and sent a text to his girlfriend letting her know he had arrived and that he'd pick her up after work. There were still a couple of hours left, so he decided to order a taxi to take him to his new home. He had planned his stay in Sydney carefully and thoughtfully, considering every angle. It favored him quite a bit; his girlfriend of two and a half years lived here, he could continue working from the comfort of home, and he could pick up extra jobs that he didn't completely dislike. Indeed, for Chris, working hard and keeping his mind occupied was always better.

Everything was going quite perfectly that he couldn't help but smile. He bought his dream house a couple of months ago and had since begun his official move, moving his entire life from Seoul to Sydney. Returning, for him, was something he hadn't expected. He found it almost funny that after all his effort, he returned to where it all began, where everything started as a simple dream. But all his sacrifice had yielded excellent results since he had a steady job and stability, doing what he loved most, writing and producing music. When he announced he had to leave, his colleagues almost tried to stop him. He was quite successful and famous as a producer, but they understood that he could continue working, just not in that distant country anymore.

Chris looked at the beautiful landscapes the city offered through the taxi window. He was so excited that once he spent the afternoon with his partner, he would consider immediately go to visit his family. A long day awaited him, but he knew it would be worth it.

Buying a house in a neighborhood like this, spectacular in every aspect, suitable for childless couples, professionals, and simply for families, whose children rarely went out to play and make noise, and for retired elderly people living alone, was just what he needed, a large space just for him, even though it wasn't part of his plan; but suddenly a change in his life and routine sounded so good. Chris didn't know exactly why a house and not an apartment, to start with, as he had in Seoul; not even his own father understood it, Chris just excused himself saying he needed to own a more spacious place where noise could easily be canceled out, for the construction of his own recording studio... but inside him, perhaps there was a certain instinct that he wanted to start a family soon, he knew exactly that this wasn't his girlfriend's idea, not even as a joke, but maybe, just maybe, there was a tiny feeling like that in him.

Once entering the neighborhood, he felt the warmth of living in Australia again despite it being a slightly cool afternoon with the sun hiding behind the clouds. He never thought he would come to this place; he always believed he would live in Seoul for the rest of his life; he was so excited to start a new life but still leaving aside illusions, if something went wrong, he knew he could flee to Korea whenever he wanted... but he wasn't like that, he was never the type of guy who just run away. In fact, he thought that he left Sydney to pursue a dream, never by choice; it would be a lie to say he didn't like Seoul since it was his home for a long time... but once he could see the green grass, the well-kept roses of the people, he realized he had disconnected a bit and had lived in the noisy city long enough. This was what pleased him the most, nature, and if he wanted more buildings and noise, the city center wasn't far from his new address.

He stood there for a few seconds admiring the facade of his new home and noticed a teenage boy entering the house next door, they must be the neighbors, he thought. When he was initially given a tour of the house, as he stepped out onto the sidewalk, a woman welcomed him, told him her name but Chris didn't remember it, she mentioned that she lived with her family and other things like how much they had started to remodel and modernize that house. Still, he felt strangely safe, the distances between the houses were large enough to provide privacy, to his right was that family he supposed consisted of the teenager, and to his left was an older widow, or at least that's what the real estate agent told him.

He sighed in frustration at the sight of the pile of boxes scattered around and thought that he didn't have enough time, but fortunately, he was always prepared and a step ahead, so the interior designer would come tomorrow with her team to help her move stuff. He had to prepare as soon as possible for the start of his new job in the morning, as a professor at the university. He would teach two subjects related to music at different levels, and a few courses about Asian culture. He was nervous, but he had become a teacher in his spare time, and he felt quite prepared for whatever he might face.

He was hesitating whether to take a nap or move a few things in case Leah, his girlfriend, wanted to come; Chris ran his hand through his hair, thinking, so he opted for the second option; he cleared the living room area, tidied up, cleaned a few things, took a shower, and without thinking twice, it was time to pick up Leah.

He took the keys to his new car, really taking seriously the idea of living in Sydney and being well prepared. Ready to have a new life. He felt tense when he realized that he would be driving in Australia again and that the steering wheel was on the right side, unlike his old home where he had obtained his license from a very young age. Still, he set his GPS and left; this time, as he passed by the house next door, he now noticed it was a girl entering the house.

When he finally picked up his girlfriend, the sky was completely dark, and he noticed how tired she looked; Chris felt slightly bad and reproached himself for not thinking earlier and not bringing her a small romantic gesture of welcome, even though he was the one who had just arrived. They hadn't seen each other for a long month, he missed his girlfriend so much that it almost physically hurt not to be with her. A few seconds later, Leah's expression softened, and her serious demeanor turned into a warm smile.

—Channie —she called him affectionately by his Korean nickname, almost in a sigh, and extended her arms.

Finally, they hugged for just the right amount of time and exchanged a tender kiss. He had met her almost three years ago in Seoul; she worked in advertising for a magazine and was somewhat related to the entertainment world, so her social circle was so similar to Chris's; like him, Leah had grown up in Australia with Korean parents, the only difference being that she did have her whole life back in Oceania; still, he was captivated by her at that party, she was only two years younger than him, Leah at that time was just a beginner still in college on a trip in Seoul with her other circle of friends, and he was a recent graduate with a special gift. Despite the differences, they decided to give it a try, leading them to a long-distance relationship for just over two years, but it didn't matter now, at least not anymore for him; right now, he was with her, and he could have her whenever he wanted.

Chris, or Chan to her, caressed his girlfriend's face as he gave her a gentle kiss, breathing in her perfume one last time before pulling away and lowering his hand to her bare thigh with a smile.

—Do you want to go out to eat? Should we go somewhere...? —he spoke.

—Mm, let's order food and you can show me your house.

—It's still a bit of a mess —he warned.

Chris let out a small laugh and did exactly as Leah had suggested. She had been inside the house before, but she was always surprised at how well laid out it was in terms of space and design. He found her reaction endearing and with a smile on his face, he thought about how all of this might one day belong to her too. They both headed to eat at the small and only nightstand table in his TV room; some larger items were arriving tomorrow, so for now, that was what they could improvise with. As they ate, Leah kept talking about how stuff should be arranged to create harmony and coherence in the house. Chris listened attentively and lovingly; they talked about their respective jobs and what awaited them.

After sitting in silence and letting the food settle for a while, Leah spoke.

—Is your room upstairs...

Chris turned to look at her; not seeing her for a long time suddenly had a quick effect on him, and from one second to the next, he found her ten times more attractive.

—Yeah, do you want to give it your approval? —he replied playfully, hoping this would lead to something else.

Chris looked at her profile for a few seconds before she turned and gave him a teasing smile in response. He examined her, from her smooth, slightly upturned nose and her legs barely exposed by the skirt, to her shiny, loose silk blouse. Suddenly, every detail of her drove him crazy and made him feel like a hormonal teenager. He wanted to fuck her right there, right now.

He felt that her mischievous smile and soft gaze were enough signals for him, so he dangerously leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. He started slow and passionate, his right hand traveling up to the hem of her skirt, playing with the thin seam, unsure whether to slide his hand gently between her thighs or do it quickly in one swift motion, while the other hand firmly held her waist. Chris was gradually losing himself, his tongue slipping in, giving her a bolder, dirtier kiss; however, after a torturous session of just wet and hot kisses, Leah squirmed out of his grasp and pulled away from him slowly.

Chris looked confused, but his girlfriend's expression only worried him. With her pink, swollen lips, Leah suddenly seemed shy, with her eyes cast down. In seconds, Chris realized that maybe it was just something she didn't feel like doing right now, and he respected that... but it still seemed quite strange to him. Had she pushed him away? Since when did she reject him? Every time they saw each other, because of their painful long-distance relationship, the most intense and pleasurable sex awaited them.

Chris wanted to believe that maybe it wasn't the best situation for her, tired in her work clothes after a long day.

—It's a bit late... and we both have to work tomorrow —she said, raising her gaze and captivating Chris's gaze—. You'll do great, love —she smiled.

He knew her so well, he didn't understand why she suddenly gave him an awkward smile pretending to be kind... Had something bothered her, and he had no idea? He wanted to ask her so many things, but Leah stood up from her position on the floor and grabbed her bag.

—I really need to rest, and it's getting late. See you tomorrow? —she interrupted.

Chris quickly got up and gently took her waist.

—Of course, I'll drive you home.

As they got into the car, Chris looked at the completely quiet street, with no noise, the houses perfectly illuminated, there was no one outside except for the two of them and the mysterious girl next door coming out of her house with the cold wind blowing her hair.

During the drive, Leah became herself again, outgoing and energetic. She told her boyfriend how they should spend the short break he had as teachers in September; he just thought about how grateful he was to have a sweet moment with her and looked at her with tenderness when the traffic lights indicated he should stop... yet, he was a little hurt, deep down, slightly bruising his pride as a man that he didn't get any physical intimacy from his girlfriend that night... he had waited so long, he thought he could reward her, and when his house is no longer a mess, he would make sure to satisfy her and shower her with gifts.

—I'll see you tomorrow, Chan —she leaned in, giving him a quick goodbye kiss—. Call me.

Again, for the third time that day, she felt strange to him. It was obvious she wouldn't be the same young woman she used to be, capable of throwing a party every time they saw each other... but he felt there was something about her that she had to tell him as soon as possible, or he would go crazy. It wasn't surprising, Chris was an intense guy.

Once he returned home, he threw the keys with fury... he had tried to keep his sanity, but the more he overthought it on the way back home, the less sense it made to him. She didn't anger him, never could he be angry with her, it just, maybe, he thought, it was about him.

He went up to his room, in one swift movement he took off his shirt, feeling the cold air seeping through the small opening in his window. He checked the time on his phone, 11:43 p.m., he needed to rest, to take a shower in the morning and start his day... but he could only think about the romantic date options he could do on a simple Monday.

As he took a few steps towards his bed, approaching it, he noticed through his window how a faint, warm light, not so noticeable, managed to penetrate into his dark room. He turned his body and cursed for not remembering to put up curtains before; for a moment, he felt sorry for not realizing that significant detail, he was so used to the large windows in his old apartment in Seoul restricting the view. It was obvious that there was another room, right next to his.

Chris didn't want to pay attention, but catching the subtle silhouette of a girl sitting by his window captivated him inconsistently. She was wearing a thin white tank top despite the cold weather. He thought about how warm her room looked while giving it a quick inspection. The girl had her face buried in her naked knees, and her loose hair covered her face; her arms embraced her legs. Suddenly, she pushed her hair behind her ears, revealing just her profile. Yet it wasn't hard for Chris to see that she was crying. Her cheek was shining, wet, and he could see the small tears sliding down.

The girl by the window began to sob, causing her back and chest to contract. Chris suddenly didn't want to watch; he felt like he was invading her privacy and pain. But somehow, he couldn't stop watching her; he was so dismayed, but he was more bothered by the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off her.

He had no idea how long he had been watching her... but somehow, deep down, he thought, in the most hidden part of himself, that she looked strangely beautiful crying. The large rectangular window frame captured that girl with glowing cheeks and slightly messy hair, crying in what seemed to be a corner with books and a seat by the window.

The girl by the window closed her eyes tightly and slowly lay down, facing away from Chris's window, ending the performance completely. Finally, he reacted; she was still sobbing, her back moving uncontrollably, but it was harder to see her now.

Chris didn't know what had come over him; he almost felt annoyed that his neighbor didn't put up her own curtains. He could see everything, from his bed, which was positioned so that it faced his room directly, to his posters on the wall, to her backpack thrown on the floor.

Chris sighed and tried not to worry about his neighbor anymore. He wanted to think it was just a young girl in the age of broken hearts and not something deeper... but she was crying with such emotion that it made his head spin. He puffed his cheeks, letting out a sigh, and, retreating to the window, he took off his pants, slipping into his sheets, making sure she wouldn't accidentally turn and see him. Unlike her room, his bed was positioned sideways, his front door facing his bed, and her room's door was on the right side of the bed. Somehow, he felt like her room was more exposed, so he would have to move to avoid causing her any discomfort.

At dawn, the light bothered him, and he prayed that the girl had her curtains closed. Otherwise, he would have to get up semi-naked, and if she saw him, she might think he was a pervert. And just for his luck, some pretty white lace curtains covered her window; Chris was able to leave freely and go to wash up, taking his clothes with just a towel covering his lower half and changing in another room.

Chris looked at himself in the mirror, wondering if his outfit was appropriate: formal pants with a black button-up shirt. He wanted to think it was the best option for winter. He adjusted his dark hair before heading downstairs for breakfast, tired of boxes everywhere; he hoped everything would be in order between today and tomorrow for a better rest.

As he left, driving his car towards the university, he saw her again, walking down the sidewalk in the same direction as him; the famous girl who had been crying by her window, his neighbor, wearing blue jeans, white ankle boots, and a thin pale pink sweater. He saw her so fleetingly that he only saw her profile once again and noticed her backpack slung across her body.

And then she saw him too, just in a quick glance, driving his car, dressed all in black. She hadn't seen him completely, they hadn't even introduced themselves, but her mother confirmed it, he's a very handsome young man, he lives alone, and he bought the property outright, he must have a lot of money. His name is Christopher.

She had seen him at least twice, an embarrassing encounter in the morning when she tried to open her curtains just before leaving home, as she always did, but found his broad back naked, wearing only a towel while holding his clothes; Celeste immediately slid the curtain with embarrassment and just left her room. She hated to admit her mother was right, but the short two seconds she saw of his build weren't bad at all. And the second time was just moments ago as she headed to the university.

So that's her new neighbor, a man who emerged out of nowhere, bought that modernized house that had been empty for so long. She was so used to there being no one next to her room, now she had to be careful of walking around wearing with what she’s comfortable with.

Celeste took a couple of buses and one more subway line to reach her campus, where the first classes went by normally, and it wasn’t until brunch when the only person she talked to approached her.

—Celeste —he said to her.

She looked up from her food, observed him, gave him a smile, and invited him to sit with her gaze.

—I heard we’re finally getting a music teacher —he said again.

—Wow, it’s about time, it’s been a week —she replied.

The guy smiled at Celeste and took one of her fries.

—There’s going to be an art exhibition, you should come —he suggested.

—When? —she asked.

—Friday at 7.

Celeste raised her eyes, thinking if she had to work that day and concluded that if she asked for the day off they’d give it to her since she worked a week with no days off, she could perfectly go see Hyunjin’s exhibition.

It wasn’t new for Celeste to be somewhat… strange. She didn’t know how to explain it, but little by little, she distanced herself from all the people she once spoke comfortably with, and surprisingly, the handsome exchange student was the only one who talked to her. He was two years older than her and was studying visual arts, yet he decided to take music courses, and that’s where they met.

—I’ll be there —Celeste replied, checking the time on her phone—. We still have about 20 minutes ‘till class —she added.

Hyunjin smiled at her; he was quite handsome and popular, so a part of Celeste wants to feel human and like him like most do, if she paid proper attention to him... she could develop feelings for him, she hated the feeling part, and that feelings lead her to false illusions but she felt that in her dull life she needed to at least, have a little crush on someone. Maybe that would help distract her.

Falling in love was something Celeste didn't know, something that was out of her hands and even something she thinks is out of her reach. It's not that she doesn't want to have attention and affection... she just gave up and decided to think that maybe life is lonely for her. Her last intimate encounter and affection for a man was when she was 13 years old at a birthday party when she was dared to kiss someone, that was her last and first kiss. The rest of her years she lived normally without the opportunity of a prospect and love... that was one of the last things she thought and cried about, truly. Love.

The depression and anxiety was diminishing her libido and she remembers that maybe the last time she masturbated out of boredom was a year ago.

But Hyunjin... Celeste thought about whether she should like him, whether she should bring excitement into her life for the first time in twenty years.

She was an interesting and pretty girl, shy, but lonely, she isolated herself too much and lived absorbing the pain and problems of her surroundings; her issue was that she felt too much that sometimes she would go into a kind of self-control, on automatic, off without feeling anything, until she overloaded herself and exploded, it was always the same with her and she felt pathetic that she could never change. Her behavior led her to pull away from everyone... wondering why they didn't come back to her, maybe it's them, not me, she thought constantly.

Celeste watched Hyunjin closely as they talked for 10 minutes and the next 10 they used it to walk to the classroom. She was quite observant and took it upon herself to memorize every detail about him, his full lips, his eyelids hiding in his sharp brown eyes, the almost invisible mole under his eye, thick dark eyebrows, long hair and big hands, come on Celeste, feel something, she thought.

She wanted to bang her head against the wall, only then did she think she would come to her senses to feel something for someone as attractive as Hyunjin, besides he was an artist and the only person nice to her... she felt like a heartless bitch.

Arriving at the classroom, Hyunjin and Celeste sat together and the teacher was already inside as well. She spotted his silhouette as she passed, but saw him completely once again looked up at him... suddenly he seemed so similar, those broad shoulders and all black clothes, she shouldn't have been excited, but something small grew inside her, perhaps the intrigue that maybe her teacher is also her new neighbor? Suddenly the big city she always grew up in seemed small to her with such a coincidence.

Celeste was at least ninety percent sure it was him, she watched him a minute longer and as she felt their gazes cross, she turned to Hyunjin, embarrassed. Class started two minutes later and he finally introduced himself.

—I am Christopher Bang. Sorry for the delay of the subject by a week.

TWO: dollhouse.

places, places, get in your places, throw on your dress and put on your doll faces. everyone thinks that we're perfect, please don't let them look through the curtains ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Celeste had lived in that house her whole life. It was only when she turned 18 and graduated that she managed to leave for a year and breathe… but due to economic reasons, she had to return. It's not that she wasn't grateful… she just needed a break from what her family could sometimes be.

Her father was an accountant who worked hard to provide his children with a home in what was considered one of the best neighborhoods in the city. At least she agreed that he did the right thing in that regard. However, he was insolent, dishonest, and unfaithful. She discovered her father's infidelity when she was only eleven years old, one June night when her father probably thought the house was completely empty since her mother usually took them —her younger brother and her— to visit their aunt… but that day was different, one of those when Celeste's puberty rebellion hit, and she refused to go with them. So, she wanted to stay in her room… until she saw them, him and his lover entering the house. She was so surprised, scared, and overwhelmed with emotions that she didn't know what to do, so she pretended not to be there. Overnight, her innocence was gone in an unpleasant way.

She couldn't live with the guilt, so a year later, she confessed it to her mother. Celeste already knew the gravity of the situation by then and had considered a million options that could happen: her mother going crazy, even blaming her daughter for not telling her, or a calm and depressive reaction… but in all scenarios, Celeste maturely considered divorce as a good option. She felt that she was no longer a child, she could live with it; after all, she had discovered that her father was not a good person and that her mother could take care of them. The only concern of poor twelve-year-old Celeste was her younger brother, who at the age of eight, for them, everything seemed like a fairytale, and having both parents was part of their fantasy world. She hated that she cared and loved him… but she was sure that the little one could overcome a divorce. She didn't want to be there anymore; she couldn't even look at her father in the eyes, she was always avoiding any encounter with him.

But her mother's reaction to the truth was… something different from the expected options. Even after years had passed, it still seemed so strange to her. They were there, sitting in the dining room, and it was three days after Celeste turned 12, on a rainy day in July when Celeste got tired of crying and wondering every night why… her birthday celebration made her angry; she didn't feel so sad and dejected anymore. She hated the way her father pretended to love her and everything was fine, the way he played with her brother and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she told her mother. That time she had murmured an oh, and stared fixedly at a fixed point.

“I know, because I saw them,” Celeste said before her mother even asked anything else, but she didn't, she didn't do anything and was shocked. During the night, it was as if nothing had happened, and she served dinner… that wasn't what she expected, she wanted a scene and chaos; she wanted there to be shouts, but somehow she was grateful that there was no such behavior because of Celeste's little brother. But she was blinded by hatred and remorse towards her father.

The next day she remembers that she reproached her mother, shouting, “won't you do anything?”. She didn't answer. After that, she felt so cold and distant, her father was becoming more and more obvious with his affairs, the smell of a perfume that wasn't his wife's, spontaneous outings, and even nights without returning home.

Celeste couldn't stand pretending to be okay, and two months later, after seeing how her mother deteriorated and faded more and more, she walked to her father's small office in the house, being completely a mess, and told him the truth. “I know you have another woman, maybe mom wants to keep pretending with you but I can't.”

She remembered her father's expression, the surprise on his face and its paleness. Celeste didn't expect a response from him, so she was about to leave, but back then her father acted quickly, getting up from his chair and questioning her. “I saw you, don't try to deny it.”

The following years were him trying to fix it and build a bond with her but it was in vain; suddenly her little brother wondered why his father was too lenient with his sister. Celeste lived through her remaining teenage years trying to be someone normal until she finally got lost in music; she didn't want to spend time at home so she tried to enroll in all the extracurricular courses at her school that didn't involve physical effort like sports. Months later after her horrible confrontation, she found a passion for the piano, all her following school years were based on music, being in recitals whose events she never invited either of her parents to, playing for the drama club, being in the literature club, debate club, creative writing club… until she enrolled in her chosen university dedicated to that one thing she was passionate about.

At first, she knew she would annoy her parents with her career choice, but it was the perfect time to blackmail her father to pay for her institution. She wasn't anywhere near forgiving him, but the psychological damage somehow had a price: getting out of that house. Celeste had a busy life, after rehearsals, she started having part-time jobs since she was sixteen with the dream of living in her own space near the university.

She was so busy, she would come home around 10 or 11 at night and what she found at home was devastating. Her mother was a secretary who became a housewife after her second child was born, a boy named Blake. She dedicated 12 years to taking care of her children until she found out about her husband's infidelity. Cecille gradually became an alcoholic.

Celeste had to see it every night when she came home from work. Her wasted mother lying on the couch with the TV on and a strong smell of alcohol. Celeste had tried everything, her aunt's intervention, enrolling her in support groups, but her mother didn't seem to cooperate.

When she turned fifteen, she begged her father to divorce her mother, but she refused to accept it.

Every now and then she had to go check on her brother, to make sure he didn't turn into a complete idiot like his father, or simply into a bad person, related to what was he seeing at home. But even in that, both dysfunctional parents were lucky, Blake was a shy boy, four years younger than Celeste, who grew up with a passion for physics and mathematics; unlike her, he did go out in the afternoons with his friends and lived a life outside of his home. He didn't care how bad things were, as long as he had somewhere to live and his own space he was more than okay, even when he was fourteen he managed to steal alcohol from his mother to go try it at a friend's house later, not everything had to be so bad, or at least that's what he thought… sometimes Celeste wanted to be like him and try not to worry too much. Little by little, both of them grew up without showing affection, Celeste thought that maybe that's why it wasn't something she sought in other people, her perception of love and respect had been so damaged since she was young but she couldn't accept it. She never felt anything when she saw her classmates holding hands, seeing the cheesy actions of strangers showing affection, a hug was something she only remembered fleetingly from her childhood.

When she finally turned eighteen, she found a roommate and rented a dorm room on campus; that place wasn't her dream, the floor was noisy, full of extroverted theater kids, but it was all she had. She had lived like that for a whole year, with no communication to her parents, working and studying at the same time, only communicating with her brother to wish him Merry Christmas and New Year, and in May, to wish him a happy birthday. It all fell apart in her second year of school when her roommate told her she was moving out and Celeste couldn't afford the full expense, she already had an academic scholarship and her parents were still paying for her institution.

Celeste did it, she called her brother on a normal day that wasn't a holiday, her little brother advised her that she could go back home, that's what he would do when he entered college, since it would only take him routes and buses to get there. “I'll let mom and dad know,” he told her over the phone before abruptly hanging up. Celeste couldn't answer, she couldn't say don't do it. And she insisted by text that she would manage on her own. That day her heart broke when she read the text from her fifteen-year-old brother saying: why do you hate them? come back home for me the uni is literally half an hour away from home

She had no choice, she had everything, she wouldn't pay rent, her payment at the university would continue, she would only work to buy her own things and take care of Blake. She never thought he would feel abandoned. She thought about how much it must have sucked to come home alone, with an absent father and an alcoholic mother.

When she told her roommate that she would return to her home in Woollahra, her expression was incredulous, “you've been living there all this time? Why would you want to live in an uncomfortable dorm?”. Celeste wondered if she was being ungrateful.

And then she returned, her father couldn't be happier, and even her mother's dull face lit up at having her only daughter back. She would go back to being the same, practically just going home to sleep.

If she had everything… why did she feel so empty. Her room was still the same as they had decorated it since she was eight, covered in pale pink and white shades. The years passed and she continued to support her brother, going to academic competitions he attended, and for the first time, she asked him to come see her perform at a recital in her university's auditorium.

And so her life remained, until now that she felt stuck once again, in her third year of university. She felt like she was repeating her high school years and it was suffocating her. If she could leave with Blake she would, but she was just a simple university student with anxiety attacks in the school bathrooms.

—You should ask the new guy next door if he has a girlfriend, seriously, he's cute, Celeste. You've never had a boyfriend, right? —her mother mentioned, leaning on the kitchen counter.

Celeste looked at her incredulously, wondering since when her private life mattered to her, and if she had a boyfriend, it wouldn't be something she'd inform her about. She was about to leave for university, she didn't want those kinds of conversations at 7 in the morning.

—Ew, isn't he like thirty? —her brother added, eating a spoonful of his cereal.

—Age can just be a number, Blakey, we want your sister to find love.

—I have to go —Celeste sighed, escaping the conversation.

She couldn't stop thinking about it. Once again, she was right, why couldn't she find love? Her only friend, whom she rarely contacted, moved in with her mother in Melbourne after finishing high school. And now socializing at university where classmates change and come and go, it was so difficult for her to establish any kind of relationship with anyone. The only person she talked to was… an exchange student who shared only one class on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Celeste couldn't help but wonder if she should start flirting with him, just to try to feel something in return.

Every time she examined him more… she realized how cute he was, should she approach him? Anyway, he would leave at the end of the semester, no one could die trying.

When they sat together in class, she couldn't help but be distracted by thoughts that tomorrow she would dress up more for Hyunjin, fix her hair more, wear more makeup… the idea of being liked by someone made her so nervous.

And when she looked up, she saw her new teacher, who she could swear was her new handsome neighbor.

As the class began, she remembered her mother's voice saying he was handsome, and without realizing it, a slight mocking smile appeared on her face as she analyzed her new teacher's appearance in detail. Slightly tanned skin, short, dark brown hair semi-wavy, his intense gaze beneath his slit eyes, prominent nose, and thick lips… and his voice was strong, commanding, and nasal, and his build was… Celeste thought… was this what imagination was like when dealing with the sudden rush of hormones?

She had the idea that maybe she wasn't the only one so surprised and delighted by the assignment of the new teacher. She discreetly turned her gaze to the sides, to her other classmates, and noticed how they looked at him intensely without taking their eyes off the man giving the class, Celeste felt foolish, had she looked so obvious? Had Hyunjin noticed?

Once the class ended, Chris said:

—Before you all leave… —he approached his desk and quickly and gently picked up a paper from his desk— Is Celeste Burton here? —he looked up searching among the students.

Celeste frowned and timidly raised her hand, Hyunjin quickly glanced at her friend and then at the teacher, it also seemed strange to him but he didn't pay attention to it; Chris finally managed to perceive her and added:

—Can you come up for a moment to talk?

His gaze fixed on hers, Celeste nodded gently and began to gather her things, suddenly she was feeling nervous and not understanding why.

—The rest of you, I'll see you tomorrow —Chris concluded.

With a nervous smirk, Celeste was about to approach but a warm and large hand holding her wrist made her turn, Hyunjin was so close to her face that she couldn't even react.

—I have to go to the arts campus now, but I'll see you tomorrow, Cel —he informed her with a smile, almost feeling his cool breath.

—Sure.

She limited herself to answer, she was so overwhelmed by the situation's overload, Chris wanted to talk to her and suddenly Hyunjin was approaching dangerously, she couldn't process it. Celeste returned her gaze to Chris, who had his eyes fixed on Hyunjin until he left the classroom, after feeling Celeste's soft gaze, he cleared his throat and looked at her, waiting for her to come closer.

Celeste walked to his desk and the last two students had already left the classroom, leaving only the two of them; she didn't want to appear nervous, she didn't have to be.

—You signed up during the academic break as an apprentice to some teacher at the beginning of the school year —Celeste quickly processed the information while he made eye contact with her—, well Burton, I'll be your mentor, is that okay?

—Oh, sure, I didn't know I had been selected… it's a pleasure, Professor Bang.

Chris gave her a smile and observed her, her still and straight posture with her hands together against her jeans.

—Yes well, the other students applied for classes with other teachers, but you were selected as my apprentice, I heard you're the best in the class.

Chris raised his eyebrows waiting for a reaction from her to his last comment and suddenly he realized that he was starting to ramble, he didn't understand why he did it. He shook his head slightly and tried to refocus.

—I want to discuss schedules. Wednesday is general rehearsal, so I like discipline, how about Monday to Friday excluding Wednesday, from 1 to 4? It'll be in the music room, for tomorrow.

Chris looked at her intently and Celeste began to think… she would have to shorten her work hours if she said yes, she couldn't miss the opportunity, it would be so beneficial to her resume, she wants to believe that he is a good teacher in terms of his knowledge and being his apprentice could lead her to expand her mind. But she would have to sacrifice a few hours of work; despite being sunk in sadness, she liked the little things like makeup, clothes, going to nice cafes, visiting the cinema alone, all without having to ask her parents for money at her twenty years old, so being his apprentice would only mean a little less pay, and working with him, or for him, for free.

Celeste thought for a second about how young he looked to be a mentor, she wondered if he was really qualified.

—You can’t…? —he interrupted her, expecting an answer.

—Oh, sure, yes, I'll be there. Thank you.

She smiled at him and Chris returned the gesture. Celeste was about to leave when the female desire to play a little took over.

She was steps away from walking through the door, but she turned, with a playful smile she searched his gaze, Chris was drawn to her sudden movement thinking that maybe she had forgotten to say something.

—By the way, Mr. Bang, did you just move to Woollahra? —he looked at her with a slight furrow of his brow and she continued— Oh, I didn’t want to sound weird; I just think we're neighbors now too. So, welcome.

Her tone was so sweet and innocent yet somehow wicked; Chris recognized the slight intentions of approach.

She left and left him sure of one thing, that it was her, the pretty and poor girl who cried through her window the night before. Chris swallowed, she's even prettier up close, he thought.

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𝟏:𝟏𝟗 𝐚𝐦 | 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — jack delroy x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — nsfw, p in v sex, reader helps jack ‘relax’, slight coercion/convincing, unprotected sex, on a counter/table ? LMAO, rough sex lowk, cant think of any other tags, except its not proofread!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 — this takes place right before the halloween special lol, def might be ooc jack but idgaf!! this took me two days to write i lowkey forgot how to write smut ?? discovered i was a lesbian and forgot how het sex worked my bad yall! anyways enjoy cuz i have yet to see a fic about this man.

the studio was buzzing with excitement when you arrived. crew members blew by you from every direction, barking orders and carrying pieces of halloween decorations that would be strewn around the night owls’ set within the next hour. tonight was the halloween special that was expected to bring jack’s show to the top, and he’d said he wanted you there to see it.

you’d only been there a couple of times — jack advising against you visiting him too often in case people started suspecting things about your relationship.

it was his first since madeleine had passed a year ago, and he wasn’t quite ready to go public yet. especially if it meant it would hurt any chances of the show not beating johnny carson’s tonight show.

afterwards would be your time, he promised you.

you hugged your coat closer to your body as you tried to navigate the set yourself, skimming over the panels beside every door until a familiar face came into view. you sighed, instinctively grinning when you spotted leo fiske, the show’s producer.

his stress-lined face shifted the moment he saw you, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek and a brief hug. “how are ya, sweetheart?”

behind his sunglasses, he looked you up and down and hummed softly. you flashed him a tight grin and pulled your coat shut. he was charming, sure, but sometimes he was more direct than you liked. something told you that he knew about you and jack, and probably threatened the latter with it, but if he did he hid it well.

“i’m alright,” you kept the atmosphere light with a laugh, “where’s jack?”

the mention of his name made the man roll his eyes and scoff. “jackass has been locked up in his dressing room for the past half hour.” you pouted, realizing how much pressure he must be feeling. “end of the hallway to the right. i’ll slide you a fifty if you can untwist his panties, alright?” leo joked, gently patting your shoulder before brushing past you. you watched him go for a second, watching him beckon a female crew member over for something.

you hurried down the hallway to the door leo had directed you to, relieved when you saw jack’s name next to the door. knocking gently, you waited for him to call you in. “jack?” you called out when he didn’t reply.

boldly, you cracked open the door and stuck your head inside, finding jack sitting at his makeup vanity while an artist stood poised at his side, patting powder onto his forehead.

she startled when she heard your entrance, and flashed you a curt smile before returning to jack. he noticed you only when the woman had paused for too long and gestured you inside.

“give us a moment, will you?” he murmured to the makeup artist, who nodded and left the room.

you waited until the door was shut and her footsteps had gone quiet before sliding your arms around jack’s shoulders from behind. “how’re things going?” you asked with a coy grin, pecking him on the cheek.

he groaned when he saw a faint mark from your lipstick and realized he’d have to get another touch up later. “as great as they could be.” he replied rather bitterly, making your smile falter slightly. you gave him a curious look in the mirror, and that was his breaking point. his head lulled into his palm, paying no mind to how his fingers ruffled his gelled hair. “i swear to god, fiske thinks i can’t fuckin’ do it. he doesn’t think i can pull it off tonight.”

you hovered beside him for a second, unsure of how to console him. “what do you mean? tonight’s been all the talk for a week now, it’s gonna do great, baby.” you tried to reassure him, gently shaking him by his shoulders in his seat.

this seemed to ease his nerves just a little and he sighed, sliding a hand up to grab your hand. he found your eyes in the mirror and smiled for the first time that night, then looked down at your outfit.

you’d picked his favorite red dress, pairing it with the little devil-horn headband tucked away in your purse. it was shorter than you liked it to be, often having to tug the glittery fabric back down the curve of your hips, but jack loved when you wore it. tonight was a special occasion, so you figured he’d appreciate it.

“i just don’t know what i’m gonna do. what if he’s right?” jack continued to ramble. “you know, he keeps tellin’ me christou’s gig isn’t gonna gain enough traction to get us up. gus was tellin’ me that he’s called an act in last minute and he hasn’t run it by me yet — i swear to god, if it’s that jackass carmichael—” he huffed and stopped when he realized he was getting too worked up.

he hadn’t realized you had peeled yourself off of him and was tossing your coat onto the couch beside him. “hand me a smoke, won’t ya sweetheart?” he pointed loosely to your purse, knowing you were carrying some.

you two smoked the same brand, so he often stole yours. you didn’t mind.

you handed him a cigarette and he leaned in for a light. he sunk back into his chair as he blew out a puff of smoke, the tension steadily chipping away.

“baby, you need to relax, alright?” you cooed softly, stealing a quick drag of his cigarette. “you’re gonna do great. you always do.” your lithe fingers gently rubbed at his shoulders, smiling as his eyes fluttered shut and he melted under your hands.

“c’mere.” he grabbed your wrist and tugged you around his chair, steadying you with his hands on your hips before him. his eyes raked down your body and he sucked in a sharp breath. “relax, huh?” jack’s voice was low now, deeper. it made your breath hitch in your throat.

“jack, i…” your eyes flickered over to the unlocked door and you took a step back. your ass bumped into the edge of his vanity. a startled cry escaped you. “you’re on soon.” you whispered with an uneasy grin. although, he wasn’t live for another hour or so.

as much as your stomach fluttered at the look in his eyes, you feared the embarrassment if someone were to walk in on you two. especially if you weren’t public yet.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” jack groaned, chasing you out of his seat. his hands caged you in against the vanity, one reaching out to smash his cigarette out into the ashtray beside you, and his body pushed against yours. he practically forced you on top of the counter, a few bottles and trinkets toppling over in your little scramble. jack took the chance to nudge his knee in between your legs, humming with satisfaction at the small whine you tried and failed to keep inside.

you ducked your head shyly, but he moved with you, coaxing you into looking up. when he had you, he could tell there was no going back. your lips parted as you glanced down at his.

“that’s it.” he whispered with a gentle smirk before he kissed you. you sighed into it, feeling his urgency as his tongue slipped past your teeth. your fingers wrapped tightly around his biceps, your legs threatening to give out underneath you.

they instinctively parted when you felt the tip of jack’s finger trail up the top of your thigh. your skin dimpled with goosebumps and you shivered. he had such a feathery touch until he reached the hem of your dress, stealing a quick glance at how it bunched up at the fat of your hips and revealed your red panties.

then his hand dipped in between your thighs, his fingers prodding at your clothed cunt. you whined, a little too loudly, and jack flashed you a warning look.

“can you be quiet for me, sweetheart?” he whispered. you hardly had the mind to nod, let alone comprehend what he was saying. your mind was fucking spinning trying to get a grip, and it didn’t help that jack’s middle finger was lazily circling your clit over your panties. “what’s that?” he taunted, chin lowering with expectancy.

“mhm, yes, yes i can,” you eagerly nodded, words stringing together in a barely coherent murmur.

“good girl.” jack groaned. he slipped his hand into the waistband of your panties, a smirk dancing on his lips when he felt how wet you were. “you wanted this, huh?”

you hadn’t entirely realized that he was talking to you, too busy working your hips against his heavy fingers. your body felt like it was on fire. you desperately pleaded for him to hurry up, for both of your sakes.

he looked down at your clumsy fingers as they tried to unbuckle his belt, but it was like it was welded around his waist. frenzied whimpers filled the room until jack finally helped you, almost taking pity on your incoherency. while he worked at the zipper on his trousers, you quickly slid your panties down your hips and around at least one foot. the thin lace dangled from the toe of your heel when jack captured you in another fervent kiss.

you feel the tip of his cock catch just below your clit and your breath caught in your throat. one of his hands slid to the small of your back, pulling you to the very edge of the counter. your legs widened for him, waiting.

he granted you relief, easing himself into your tight cunt. he groaned into your neck, stilling so he didn’t cum on the spot. “god, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” his voice shook.

he went until his hips were flush with yours, watching how your face contorted with pure ecstasy. your lips parted in a high cry and your eyes squeezed shut, and your head lulled back. jack stole the opportunity to latch onto your neck, adorning your skin with kisses and licks. you pulled him closer with your arms around his neck.

“shit, jack,” your fingers raked through his hair, neither of you caring about how pissed hair and makeup were going to be with him. long, dark strands fell over his forehead and tickled your skin. “jack.”

he loved how his name sounded in your mouth. how he always managed to get you like this, though for some reason it was quicker than usual that your face flushed and your eyelids drooped with arousal. it stirs something deep in his stomach and he slams into you, setting an unrelenting pace. he didn’t care that it rocked the vanity mirror back into the wall with a hollow thud.

your thighs hug his waist and your ankles meet behind him, silently pleading for more. “greedy little girl, aren’t you?” he whispers with half a grin. he draws a strained cry from you with each deep thrust, your cunt clenching in fluttering pulses around him.

“fuck,” he hissed, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. he knows you wouldn’t either. your cries were growing louder and louder and more frequent. the mirror kept tapping against the wall and things kept rolling off of the counter and onto the floor. tears gathered in your eyes, painting your eyelashes each time your eyes squeezed shut. though each time you did, jack would remind you to look at him. he gently shushed you at first, then used his mouth when you weren’t listening.

your back arched into his chest as you came with a cry of his name, jack murmuring into your ear, “good girl, that’s it.” your body seemed to melt in his arms, going near slack as you came down from the high he was fucking you through.

it was only a few more thrusts until he came, barely managing to pull out before painting the insides of your thighs. he knew you would be pissed that it got on your dress once you realized, but he didn’t care.

after a minute of blissful silence, jack checked his watch. “shit, fiske’s probably lookin’ for me.” he rolled his eyes as he buckled his belt, praying to god that his beige pants were relatively stain-free.

if push came to shove, he’d tell him that he spilled his drink in his lap. he gave you room to get to your feet, watching with quiet pride as your knees wobbled pretty noticeably.

you tugged your dress down your hips, absently searching for a tissue box. a smile crossed your lips when you looked up and you lifted yourself onto your tip-toes to press a kiss to his lips.

“knock ‘em dead, baby.”

lowkey surrounded this smut based on the “secret relationship” trope and the last line. lowkey ass and rushed but enjoy!

#late night with the devil jack delroy #late night with jack delroy #late night with the devil #lnwtd #david dastmalchian #jack delroy smut #jack delroy #smut #horror smut #horror

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Into Mariana Trench (INTRO & fic idea)

Pair : Namor x f!reader / K’uk’ulkan x f!reader

👋 Writer note : some idea for the next Namor x reader / K’uk’ulkan x reader if I finish Namor x Shapeshifter reader. And againnn pls pls PLS forgive my poor grammar thx in advance 🙏🏻

⚠️⚠️Y/N’s abilities : communicate with sea life (***just communicate no command ability and there are some that she cannot communicate with i’ll list those down later on.), aquatic abilities ; breath underwater / high-pressure resistant / Night vision / You have bioluminescent bacteria on some area of your body.

Timeline : After Wakanda Forever

Intro idea

Ever since you had heard about the conflict over vibranium resources, you doubled your shift and protection for the vibranium meteor lying in the depth of Mariana trench, even though the meteorite is not as huge as the ones in Wakanda and the Atlantic ocean, it’s still valuable that people would kill for it. You are the last of your kind. Others passed away a long time ago, so there is not much left to do besides the trench is already a solitary place. Working in Mariana island always keeps your hope up on finding someone to rely on and talk about your true self , but still, you haven’t found one yet. From time to time, aquatic animals are your source of news. Communicating with them helps kill loneliness in your heart and helps you learn new things like Talokan. You know every detail about the war between Wakanda and Talokanil. The whales told you everything you wanted to know.

You flinch from your train of thought as you sense frustration in the soft wave hitting your toes. Curious, you walk down the sea and a dolphin comes to you. He comes with a message from the deep sea. “What is it?”, you touch his forehead communicating to him. Communicating with animals is not like speaking to a person, the message does not come in understandable sentences, you try to feel it out and focus on reorganizing the message. “Gamomo.” You sigh, “What has he done this time?” The dolphin lets go from your touch and swims back to where it came from.

The sun is almost set by now. You go back to your house built near the beach, toss your backpack on the bed before you go out to the beach again. You are wearing only a tanktop and diving shorts. Despite the fatigue digging in your flesh, you walk down and plunge into the sea with the speed beyond human ability. It takes a couple hours until you arrive at the entrance of Mariana trench. You feel the pressure pushing your torso while your muscles relax letting the gravity pull you down. The environment has zero visibility, your body is beginning to respond. Your back and some areas on your arms produce hard scales. Your palms and some rifts between scales start to produce bioluminescence, as your eyes adjust to the light.

A creature approaches you from behind, its eerie appearance looks familiar. “Gamomo!”, you turn to a male frilled shark nudging your hands and pet him on his head, “Now what’s the hurry that made you sent a dolphin to me?” Gamomo shakes his tail like a dog demanding attention, he is eager to bring her down the trench. Your brows furrow, “Woah woah! hold up! What do you mean humans without suits? There’s no way they can get down here like that—come on let’s go check it out.”

They don’t even have to reach the bottom to find the answer. Right in front of them, are humanoid creatures, all of them dressed in ancient garments and accessories. You think, What the- They look a bit like Indigenous people from Mariana Island?. But when you take a closer look at costume details and a complex-looking machine with them, you change your mind, Talokanil? “State your business” you greet them out of nowhere startling them. None speaks up, and instead point their spears at you. You repeat “I said state your business, strangers.” One of them with wings attached to his ankles asks, “ Who are you?”

“The right question here is who are you? And why are you?” Your voice turns cold trying to keep your cool despite a concern about you being outnumbered, “I’m not going to ask twice.”

You notice Gamomo commands other frilled sharks to round them up and whisper to him, “Tell them to back up, Gamomo. We don’t want to start a fight, do we?” Gamomo does as she said, all sharks slowly back up blending in the darkness.

The one with winged ankles said, “We detected a vibranium meteorite in this trench and we are here to collect it.”

You knew this day would come but not this soon. “And Who are you ?” He notices you don’t seem surprised much, she knows something, “My name is K’uk’ulkan, King of Talokan.”

Ch1

#Namor #namor x reader #k’uk’ulkan x reader #let me know if you like it or there’s smth i need to fix #bluishabalone

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Le Sserafim headcanon: Sakura as your crush, girlfriend and wife

Requests are open

So, I presume these two requests were made by the same persone, because they arrived to me just minutes away. If not, that's not important, they are the basically the same request, so I'm going to write these together. However, thank you for requesting and enjoy it 😄

And btw, y'all better stream antifragile, because that song is a certified bop!

Le Sserafim Sakura X GN!Reader

SFW Content

As your crush

In the past only in two occasions you keep your mouth shout

The first when you parents scolded you for breaking an old vase while playing

And the second was when you met Sakura for the first time

Like you couldn't believe your eyes, she was so beautiful

And your brain was not helping: every time you was around her you panicked and went silent

At the time she was already an Idol in Japan and maybe your being quiet got her attention

Other persons before you have tried to impresse her, but it was always the same story: a giant ego with an enourmous collection of red flag

You, instead, were timid and tongue-tied

And yet, her eyes were pointed on you

Even because you were very sweet and gentle too

So, before leaving Japan, you two started dating

And the dates went so well that you moved in Korea together

As your girlfriend

So when you moved in Korea, you were both lucky and unlucky.

Lucky because you knew someone, and that someone was your girlfriend

Unlucky because she was so involved to become in Idol in Korea too

However she knew that she couldn't ignore you and focus on the training only

Even because over time she was more and more in love with you

The way you never complained about sometimes you didn't see each other for days

Or about when you two met each other she was often tired, so you two had to spent the time at your or her house

But truthfully it never really bothered you

You were just happy about her being your girlfriend and you knew since the beginning that she would have been busy very frequently

Reason why she was even more grateful about your support

The moment when she understood that you were the one for the life was during her period in Produce 48

She told about the program and that she would have understood if you'd wanted to break up with her

But in response you laughed and said to her: "Go there, win and come back to me"

Before kissing her in the most sweet way

Your words gave her the courage and the strenght to arrive in final and win

During these months your support never missed, you always cheered for her as if your life depended on it

So when came back to you as on official member of the Iz*One, the first thing she said to you was

"Marry me, Y/N! Marry me because I need your support all my life. I need your cheers and kisses. I know that I'm egoist, but I really need you. So, please, marry me"

And after that she got on her knee and gave you the ring

As your wife

And that's you two became the beautiful married couple you are nowdays

The fact that after the marriage she always wants stay with you

Like to recover the lost time

Endless dates

Like at least once a week she needs to take you out in who knows what place

And you know that for her, who loves to stay at home, is a big gesture of love

Always showing off her ring

Not for for an economic aspect or a flex

But because she's so proud that you accepted to be her partner for life

Now that she's in Le Sserafim your relationship is public

It was one of her request before signing the contract with Hybe

And all her members adore you

Especially Chaewon who knows you for years

So often you invite them all to your house to have dinner together

Or you bring them handmade snacks during the training

Yunjin always jokes about being unlucky because she should have been the Produce 48 partecipant who should have married you

When she says that, Sakura became immediately more touchy and affectionate

Basically she enfolds you in an embrace

And starts kissing you for like half an hour

And everytime Chaewon scream "Not in front of the kid" pointing to Eunchae

NSFW Content

She's like her song: antifragile

That means that it doesn't matter how hard you go

And how rough you are in bed

She will never complain

Instead she asks you for more

Luckily you now are used to it

But the first times you were always drained at the end

And better not to talk about the first fuck after Produce 48

That was your record: you basically spent an entire day in bed

Remember when I said Chaewon scream when she starts kissing you?

That's because once she entered in your room while you two were having sex

She left the room traumatized and even a bit horny

You know that you're gonna have a good time when she start kissing your neck

It's like a lioness tasting her prey

Bonus point to her because when she's satisfying you with her mouth, she always look you into your eyes

Once she winked and you cum instantly

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keelt9 · 12 days

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Chapter 2

Part 3

Masterlist

HI!

I wanted to take the time to thank you for the support you have been giving me, I really appreciate it and it keeps me very motivated to continue writting, thank you so much.

I hope that as I move forward, you will continue to like all of this, once again, thank you very much. 😉

“Are you awake?” __ hears and feels Caro really close to her face. She waited for her until 1 am, after that, her eyes gave up and closed, she didn’t even hear her coming to the room much less the time she arrived at her house.

“Carolina, if your breathing doesn’t wake me up, believe your weight over my back does.” __ remind with her eyes closed, hearing Caro giggle and lift from her back so she can stand or turn around.

“What happened?”__ sat in the bed just opening one eye, that was enough to see the huge smile on Caro face and the evident move of her jumping to hug her.

“It was amazing! I really, really, really love it, every second.” Caro hugged her tighter and __ answered the hug.

“So you are…” Caro didn’t let her end the sentence.

“I AM HIS GIRLFRIEND!” __ just laugh with the shrill of her voice and pat Caro’s back. “I’m so happy __.” This time she splits, __ recognizes the pure happiness in her face, all over it, the sparkling eyes, the smile that swear will leave her cheeks numb by the night.

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“You should try it.” __ lend her head. “Be in love.” __ stands like the bed was on fire and shakes her head. “Please, if you…” __ grabs Caro face and squeezed it.

“When the orange tree produces strawberries.” Caro rolls her eyes. “That doesn’t even make sense.” She takes her hands off her face.

“Exactly.”

Another day of coming and going left them tired and decided to arrive home earlier, rest a little bit and recover energy for their daily night picnic.

“Darling, Esteban called a couple of hours ago, he said please call him as soon as you arrive.” Mrs. Mendienta notified her when the two girls crashed on the sofa.

“He didn’t call your cell phone?” Caro asks her and passes the phone to the living room.

“Who knows, I left it in my suitcase.” Caro opened her mouth and hit __ shoulder. “That’s why they are mad at you!”

“Caro, let’s be honest, they have been mad at me since I stood at the table the night of the dinner proposal.” __ stands and delays the number expecting the curb of Esteban.

Matias arrived at the storeroom with a plan in mind, but he needed an accomplice, an indirect one.

“Hi Mar.” He greeted her, appearing in the frame door.

“Matias, hi, what can I do for you?” Mar turns to her chair and smiles at him. He definitely never forgot the intense curiosity in Enzo's eyes and his last words before the part ways last night.

<”So, what is the name, again?” Enzo said in the most random moment.

“Name?” Matias turns to face him.

“The girl's name, I mean.” Matias grinds and an idea set in his mind, he will comprobe his theory, sooner or later.>

“JAJAJAJAJA, no, no, if I can be so sure about something that is NO, totally.” Matias told Mar his theory. Ok, the fact of an indirect accomplice isn't so indirect, but it would be more weird if he tried to get information by himself.

“Come on Mar! Just think about it for a second…” Matias put his cards on the table; he didn’t miss any detail, from the moment he opened the door of the truck and found them until last night's talk.

“Just because I thought about it for more than a second…listen, Matias, maybe in her teens, yeah, I bought that, but now in her twenties.” Mar shakes her head with a smile on her face. “The only time I know she has been nervous or running away from a man, it’s because is a doctor with a needle.”

“But she…” Matias could swear to see her nervous eyes in her eyes the last time.

“Maybe she left my sister without her knowing, or she forgot her cellphone in plain sight, but I believe because she saw you and got nervous it is my last option.” Mar put her hand on his shoulder. “Sorry Matias.”

“Anyone has seen Recalt?” A grumpy voice came through the radio, Mar pointed with her eyes to the radio. “Is it your call?”

“Just promise me, at least you will consider it as a low probability.” Mar should deny it without a question however something in his voice tone and the security he had made her give in and agree. “Wait and see, just wait and see.”

Matias has the time against him, in 2 days will be the last shooting of the year before the Christmas vacations, it suppose it won’t be a problem, but the 2nd of January __ will take a flight home.

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The next one is one of my favorites. ☺️

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THE MARBLE PRINCESS

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(Greek Folktale)

Once upon a time there lived a couple who had only one child. But what a child: a bold and spirited boy worth ten ordinary children.

All they had besides were two cows and a small field to graze them in. Yet what was the good of two poor cows, especially when their ribs showed through their hides? How much milk could they give? So how could their owners lead anything but a miserable existence?

Still, they could have lived rather better if they had let their cows onto the big meadow next door, which always produced plenty of grass and where no animal had ever grazed.

“Father”, said the boy one day, “why don’t we let our cows feed in the meadow next to ours?”

“Because, my child, that meadow belongs to the wicked giant, and all he ever thinks about is doing evil deeds.”

The boy, however, could not see why so much grass should go to waste, and why a poor couple’s cows should not graze there.

“It’s not fair!”

He would mutter.

And just as his parents were good, kind hearted people, so, too, was the boy. And he was bold as well, so if it ever came to challenging the giant he would not hesitate a moment.

“Listen, father,” he said one day,

“I think we should let our cows go into the giant’s meadow.”

“Are you mad, my son ? All he wants is an excuse to knock our cottage down and take our meadow, just as he has done with all his other neighbors.”

“But, father, if that’s the sort of creature that he is, then we ought to fight him.”

“Oh dear,” muttered the poor man to himself.

“My son is going crazy!”

And to make sure they didn’t run into any trouble he began to lead the cows to pasture on his own, always taking great care that they didn’t get into the giant’s meadow. The boy, who by now had reached fifteen, had one ambition in life: to put up such a fight against the wicked giant that he would no longer be able to do people any harm.

But, as things were, his father wouldn’t give him a single chance to pasture the cows himself. One day, however, his father fell ill and had to stay at home to be cared for by his wife. Then, as there was no other solution, he told his son to go and pasture their two animals.

“But be very careful not to let them get into the giant’s meadow, for if they do, we’re lost.”

“All right, father,” replied the boy.

He didn’t want to upset the sick old man, and so he didn’t allow the cows to stray. The boy kept his word through all the days that followed, so when he got his health back, the father allowed him to go on taking the cows.

But one evening, when the boy came home, the beasts had stomachs as enormous as balloons from eating so much grass.

‘How did they manage to find so much to eat?’ the father wondered. Suddenly his blood ran cold.

“My boy, you didn’t let them get into the wicked giant’s meadow by any chance?”

“Yes,” replied the boy.

“I let them in, and I intend to let them graze there everyday.”

When he heard this, his father froze.

“Are we going to quarrel with a giant like that? Are we seeking our own ruin?”

“I won’t let him do us any harm, father. Our troubles are over now. His are just beginning.”

‘Now our son has gone completely mad,’ said the poor man to himself.

‘But then, what sort of life is this we lead? What does it matter if fate overtakes us an hour earlier than was intended?’

So the boy set off again next day to pasture the cows in the forbidden meadow, and this time with his father’s blessing; but when he arrived the giant himself was standing there.

“What are you doing here, you miserable little worm?” he bellowed fiercely.

“I’m letting the cows eat here because there’s lots of grass.”

“And do you know who this meadow belongs to?”

“Yes, I do. But I brought them here to feed because otherwise the grass would go to waste.”

“How dare you speak to me like that! Don’t you realize who I am?”

“Yes, you are the wicked giant who wouldn’t give a glass of water to his own guardian angel. But I’m not afraid of you!”

“Did you say you’re not afraid of me?”

“Yes. I’m not afraid of you.”

“What impudence! Very well, then, since you’re not afraid, come along with me. I’ll show you where I live, and then we’ll see if you’re afraid or not!”

“All right. Let 's go!”

They walked for some time through the giant’s meadows and his ploughlands until eventually they found themselves in front of a huge, lofty castle.

“This is where I live!” said the giant, bursting with pride, as the guards swung the heavy iron gates open.

They entered a wide courtyard, one half fenced off by metal bars, behind which paced a crowd of animals, from cats and dogs to wolves and lions.

“What are those animals?” the young cowherd asked.

“Don’t ask. You’ll find out soon enough when you join them.”

They carried on and entered the castle.

“Would you like to see all the rooms? Have a good look, and you’ll realize just how much I’m worth. But it won’t do you any good, for in the end you’ll finish up just like all the rest.”

“I’m not going to finish up like anybody. But yes, I would like to see all the rooms.”

“Excellent! Take these keys and unlock them.”

He handed him forty keys.

“Explore at your leisure!” he invited in a mocking voice, and left him alone.

The boy opened the first door.

All he could see inside the room was a single pair of slippers. He put them on, and at once became so light he could jump up and touch the ceiling without the slightest effort. If he had been outdoors, he could have hopped across the broadest river.

He recalled the giant’s words: ‘It won’t do you any good.’

“But it’s going to do me a lot of good!”

Exclaimed the bold youth and he popped the slippers into his bag.

He unlocked the second room and found a small sword with its scabbard. The sword was lying on a round table which was actually no more than a huge log. The boy touched the log with the point of the sword, at which it immediately split into two.

“So this is magic, too,” said the boy, and, sliding the sword into its sheath, he put it in his bag.

He unlocked the third room and found nothing but a cap. He put it on and immediately became invisible. He took it off and became visible once more.

“This will be useful, too,” he said with a smile, and popped it into his bag.

He unlocked the next room. It was full of gold florins. He opened the next. It was heaped with diamonds. He opened another. It was piled with pearls. All the other rooms in turn were filled with similar riches. The boy was dazzled by the giant’s treasures, but he didn’t keep anything.

‘What I’ve already taken will be plenty for me,’ he said to himself.

Two rooms remained. He unlocked the first, and what did he see? On a bed carved with matchless craftsmanship there lay a girl as beautiful as any angel. At first the cowherd thought she was asleep, but he soon realized she had been turned into marble.

His heart beat faster with admiration for her beauty, yet with pain as well, because he pitied her. But it also beat with anger against the wicked giant for doing this evil thing to her.

“I must release her - but how?”

He cried.

“Perhaps I will find a way when I see what secret is hidden in the final room - for if the giant has set a trap for me, that is where it will be. If I come out victorious, what happiness will follow! Everything will end joyfully. I shall release this beautiful maiden and, if she will have me, I will make her my wife!”

Very cautiously, the boy opened the last door. And there before him, with a welcoming smile, stood a tall, striking woman with slanting eyebrows over large dark eyes, and a chin jutting with pride and power. But at the back of the room, which was as vast a great hall, on a lofty, throne-like seat, there sat the evil giant himself.

The woman, who was neither very young nor very old, was holding a rod in her hand. With a wordless gesture, she invited the young man to come forward. He knew at once that he was dealing with a witch, and only took a couple of short steps.

She in turn took two and, with a honeyed smile, stretched out her wand to touch his head. But with one lightning movement the boy snatched the wand from her grasp and snapped it in two.

That did the trick! The witch uttered a cry of terror and despair.

But worst of all the wicked giant toppled headlong from his lofty throne, striking his head a fatal blow.

Now the young herdsman possessed such a kind heart that he felt pity even for the terrible giant, and he ran to his assistance while the witch, her proud wings clipped, cornered in a corner of the hall.

“I am past any help,” the giant groaned.

“I know my time has come. I have been defeated, and you have escaped my clutches. You have not been turned into an animal like the others you saw down in the courtyard, creatures that were once all human beings. Now my castle, with all my riches, my guards and my servants, is yours. You have the forty keys. The last one also unlocks the outer gate. I wanted to do you harm, but now I shall help you instead. In the rear courtyard you will find a winged white horse which cannot only fly but also speak and prophesy. Make friends with it and it will help you more than you can possibly imagine. Use the slippers to jump with, the sword to cut whatever resists an ordinary blade and the cap to make yourself invisible. You have seen the marble maiden. You saw how beautiful she is! She is a princess who I kidnapped because I desired her for my wife but, who knows why, she would not even look at me. I believed that I could gradually win her round; but my longing for that loveliest of maidens aroused the envy of this jealous witch, and she turned her to marble. Pursue her now until she undoes the spell that turned the princess into stone and releases the people she turned into animals.”

As soon as the witch heard the giant’s words, she slipped away. The young man immediately ran after her, but she turned into smoke and vanished. Only her voice could be heard:

“I shall be in the Red Tower. You will never find me there - but even if you do, it will be the end of you.”

The young man at once returned to the giant. He found him surrounded by servants and guards who had rushed to assist their master. But they could do nothing. The wicked giant was dead.

Then they all bowed low to the young man and said:

“We are yours to command, new master!”

But the young herdsman had no time to lose. He hurried to the rear courtyard and found the horse, which neighed fiercely. The boy stroked its neck and spoke to it as though it was human:

“I want to save the Marble Princess. I want to rescue the people who have been turned into animals. You must help me to find the witch who has done all these wicked deeds and has now fled to the Red Tower. If you know where that is, and if you want to do some good, then take me there.”

This time the horse neighed gently and replied:

“I am the only creature who can tell you where the Red Tower is. Climb onto my back and I will take you there, for I can see you are doing this in a good cause. But it is not such a simple matter to capture this witch and make her obey you. So go into the stable and there, in a shelf, you will find a mirror, a penknife and a piece of cloth. These are all magic, and you will need them.”

He then explained to him how these things would prove useful.

The young man went and fetched the things the horse had described and then climbed on its back, and the horse, opening out its huge white wings, soared into the sky.

After they had traveled quite a way, they saw a blue cloud up ahead.

“What is that cloud?”

Enquired the boy.

“That is no cloud. It is the Young Man of the Sea. Let’s go to meet him.”

“Greetings,” said the cowherd when they reached him.

“Welcome to you, young friend. You’re a fine strong lad, and so am I. But to be honest with you, we’re not in the same league as that young fellow who overcame the wicked giant.”

“And if you were to meet him, what would you wish to call him?”

“My brother!”

“Well, I am he - so let’s become brothers!”

They threw their arms around each other, kissed, and then, pricking their fingers, they marked each other with their blood, became brothers and journeyed on together.

After a while they reached a city. In the middle of this city, in a big square, a large crowd had gathered. The king was there with his twelve courtiers and they were all grouped around the ‘Enchanted Marble’, a huge lump of stone which was so enormous that even six men holding hands could not encircle it.

They were all begging God to cut the Marble in two, because they believed that this was the only way to banish misfortune from their city. But God had other things on his mind, and the Marble was so hard that no one who tried to cut it or break it could even make a scratch on its surface.

The young herdsman approached and read an inscription on the Marble which said:

He who cuts me in two with one blow of his sword

Will bestow on the people a mighty reward.

Then the boy drew his magic sword and struck the Marble, which instantly split in two and, marvelous to relate, filled the square with gold florins!

There were so many that even after the people had helped themselves to all they could carry off, as much again was still left for the king.

Everybody then joined in praise of the young man, and the king told him:

“You have done such a great favor to my people and to me that you deserve to take my daughter for your wife.”

“Thank you, your majesty, but let your daughter take my brother, the fine Young Man of the Sea, for I am promised to another, and he is as deserving as I am.”

The king agreed, and the Young Man of the Sea married the fair princess.

Before they went their separate ways, the young herdsman took out the magic mirror he had found in the stable and gave it to his new brother, saying:

“Take this mirror. If you see it cloud over, that will mean I have great need of you, and you must hurry to my aid.”

With these words he mounted the marvelous horse and then soared off into the sky to fly to the Red Tower.

After a while they saw a black cloud.

“Once again, what is that strange cloud?” asked the boy.

“That is no cloud,” the horse replied.

“It is the Young Man of the Land. Let’s go to meet him.”

“Greetings,” the cowherd said as soon as they drew near.

“Welcome to you, young friend. I’m a fine strong lad, and so are you. But we’re not in the same league as that young fellow who overcame the wicked giant and split the enchanted Marble in two with one blow of his sword,” said the Young Man of the Land.

“And if the two of you chanced to meet, what would you choose to call him?”

“My brother!”

“Well, I am he - so let’s become brothers!”

They threw their arms around each other, they kissed, they pricked their fingers and marked each other with their blood, they became brothers, and continued their journey together.

Soon they reached a large city which was divided in two by a great river.

“That is the ‘accursed river’,” said the horse. “They call it that because it's bewitched and every so often it bursts into banks and causes untold damage. It will stop wreaking havoc if it changes course, but this will only happen, they say, if someone can cross it in a single bound. And that, as you can see, is quite impossible.”

At that moment, they heard from down below town-criers proclaiming that the king would give his daughter to any man who could save the city from the accursed river.

“Let’s go down,” said the boy, “down there by the palace.”

They descended quickly and the young man made his way straight to the king.

“Long life to your majesty!” he said.

“I can cross that river with a single bound.”

“I don’t believe it, but I would like to see you try, for wonders often happen. If you succeed, I shall give you not only my daughter but my throne as well.”

The king and his courtiers proceeded to the bank of the river, hoping for some kind of miracle.

Then the boy put on the magic slippers. He gave a great leap and the miracle occurred. The cowherd soared across the broad river.

And then another miracle took place: the river began to boil and foam because now, instead of flowing towards the sea, it turned back in its course. As it flowed backwards, it swelled and swelled until it was strong enough to climb the mountain and then roll down the other side. And as it did so, the irresistible surge of its waters cut the mountain in two, creating a deep ravine.

Through this ravine now flowed the river, which ceased to be accursed and became blessed, because it now watered a whole plain which had till then lain dry and bare.

Overcome with emotion, the king embraced the young man.

“Now you deserve my daughter and the whole of my kingdom,” he said, kissing him.

“No, your majesty,” replied the cowherd, whose mind was constantly upon the Marble Maiden.

“But give your daughter to my brother, the Young Man of the Land, who is more deserving than I am. I cannot marry her.”

So it happened. And when the two brothers parted, the young man said:

“My brother, take this penknife. Leave it as it is, open. But if you ever see it closed, know that I have need of you and hurry to find me, wherever I may be.”

Then he mounted his winged horse and continued his journey toward the Red Tower to find the wicked witch.

Suddenly they saw in front of them a flame colored cloud.

“Once again, what is that fiery cloud?”

“That is no cloud. It is the Young Man of the Skies, the son of the Sun.”

“Greetings to you,” said the cowherd when they reached him.

“Welcome to you, young friend. You’re a fine strong lad, and so am I. But we’re not in the same league as that young fellow who overcame the wicked giant, who split the enchanted marble with one blow of his sword and who crossed the accursed river in a single bound.”

“And if the two of you were to meet, what would you wish to call him?”

“My brother!”

“Well, I am he - so let’s become brothers!”

Straightaway they embraced, kissed, pricked fingers and marked each other with their blood and became brothers.

Journeying on to the Red Tower, they came to a large city. There the king was being driven out of his mind by grief. Every evening, when his daughter went to bed, she would disappear for the whole night, and nobody knew where she went. When she returned, she acted as if she were in a trance.

She always managed to elude anyone who was ordered to keep a watch on her to find out what was happening. Now the king had sent out heralds to proclaim that whoever could find out where his daughter went at night might have her as his wife.

The cowherd learned of this and went to the palace.

“Your majesty, I will discover where your daughter goes.”

“Lots of people had told me that, young man. Some of them I trusted. I gave them whatever assistance they needed, but nothing ever came of it. Tell me, though, what help you want from me so that you, too, may make your attempt.”

“I need nothing. Only allow me to sleep in her room.”

They placed another bed in the princess’s chamber, and the young herdsman went there to sleep.

The princess began to tease him:

“Are you the little chap who’s going to find out where I go at night?”

“I am indeed. And I am going to succeed!”

“Then let me tell you I don’t go anywhere. It’s just an idea that they got hold of.”

“I hope so. Because I am so tired that I don’t want to lose my sleep.”

And he yawned.

The girl lay down on her bed, the young man lay down on his and, after a while, began to snore so convincingly that you would have sworn he really was asleep.

The princess was taken in by it and got out of bed. Walking on tiptoe, she dressed and left the room.

At once the young man got up, too, donned the magic cap, became invisible and followed her.

They reached a magic glade illuminated by thousands of stars which shed an unearthly brightness. Nereids of dazzling beauty were dancing there, and invisible sprites were singing. As soon as the princess arrived, a water-nymph tripped up to her to swathe her neck in pearls, but in her haste she dropped them. With one bound, the invisible young man ran up and snatched the pearls. The nereids searched for them, but when their efforts came to nothing, they brought her more. Then they all joined the dance together with the princess. At some point, while she was dancing with her arms outstretched, the invisible boy ran up, and before you could say ‘knife’, he grabbed her ring.

“My ring! I lost my precious ring!” the princess cried out anxiously.

They searched for it but could find nothing. As for the young herdsman, he ran back to the palace, went to bed and fell asleep, without pretending this time.

At daybreak the princess also returned and when she saw him lying there she laughed mockingly.

When the young man woke up, he went straight to the king.

“I have seen where your daughter goes at night. But I want her to be present when I tell you.”

They went and summoned the princess and the young man began his story.

“Yesterday night, when I was lying in my bed and she was lying in hers, I pretended to fall asleep immediately. Indeed, I snorted. Then she got up, dressed and left.”

“Lies, Father!” shouted the princess.

“I followed her. Don’t ask me how it was she didn’t notice me. I can prove what I’m saying. We walked a long way, her leading and I following behind, until we reached a magic glade in a forest lit by hundreds and thousands of stars.”

“He’s a big liar, Father! Don’t listen to him!”

“There,” continued the young herdsman, “were dancing lovely water-nymphs with dresses woven from spiders’ webs and veils which billowed in the breeze, while the air was filled with the singing of unseen voices. As soon as the princess went to join the dance, a nereid ran to grace her neck with pearls, but she dropped them, and I, unseen by all, picked the pearls up.”

“How can you sit there and listen to such a storyteller?”

Demanded the king’s daughter.

“Look, here they are! Or don’t you recognize them?”

He challenged the princess. Her face turned scarlet when she saw the pearls.

“No, I don’t recognize them,” she mumbled, but with confusion all over her face.

“After I had taken the pearls,” the young man continued, “they brought some more and put them on her. Then she joined the dance, but I again, without being seen by anyone, snatched the princess’s ring from her hand. Here it is. You must all recognize it.”

As soon as the princess saw the ring, she remained rooted to the spot. In despair, she struck her forehead repeatedly with her head.

And then it was as though she was suddenly awakened from a deep slumber, as though she were returning from the world of dreams to reality.

For at that moment, certain awful spells were broken which an evil witch had laid on her.

She felt as if a burden had been lifted from her and, begging forgiveness from her mother and fathers, she burst into tears.

“You shouldn’t cry, my daughter, but rejoice because you have been cured of a terrible sickness. Here is the young man who has made you well. He must become your husband.”

“No, Your Majesty,” replied the young herdsman, “I cannot. My brother, the Young Man of the Skies, will take your daughter. He is more deserving than I am.”

And so it came about.

But on parting from his new brother, he gave him the magic cloth and said:

“Take this cloth, brother. If you see it becoming bloody you must hurry to my side, for I shall have urgent need of you.”

And when they had said their farewells, he mounted the winged horse and together they soared into the sky.

“Take me now, my horse, to the Tower that you know of. Let’s go to seize the witch and force her to lift the spells from the Marble Princess and from the people she has turned into animals.”

Ever obedient, the marvelous horse flew swiftly towards the Red Tower, which could now be faintly seen on the horizon.

Eventually they arrived. The young herdsman was dazzled by the sight of it. It was a huge structure whose battlements brushed the clouds.

All around it was a lofty wall constructed from enormous stones like those which only a Cyclops could lift.

The entrance consisted of two great iron doors bristling with sharp pointed swords, so that from outside you could not approach.

But the young herdsman’s marvelous horse had no difficulty entering the Tower. He soared over the wall, above the heads of the guards. Down below the courtyard they saw lots of animals, just like the ones imprisoned in the giant’s castle.

The young man realized that these, too, had been people once, and that if he failed in his purpose he would become a beast as well.

“Good little horse, now fly up to that Tower there.”

The winged horse flew him straight to the place he pointed out.

The young herdsman jumped down and, magic sword in hand, entered the tower.

Lo and behold, in that very spot, swaying to and fro in a rocking chair, sat the terrible witch.

Startled, she immediately leapt to her feet.

“Don’t move!”

Ordered the young fellow, who may have been short in stature, but was great in spirit.

“Now you will do whatever I command you. For you must surely know that this sword in my hand is the very one which split the enchanted marble.”

The witch bowed her head, admitting her defeat.

“I will do whatever you command,” she said.

“Well done, that’s the idea. So let’s go first to release the people down there in the courtyard, that you turned into animals.”

They went down at once. The witch lifted the spells from the animals and they turned into people again.

“Now order the guards to open the doors and let the people go.”

What choice did she have? She did exactly as the young man told her.

“Now we’ll return to the horse,” he ordered.

Quickly they ascended to the terrace. The young cowherd set her on the horse’s back and mounted up behind her.

“My horse,” he commanded, “fly back now to the castle of the wicked giant.”

The horse spread its broad wings and soared straight into the sky. But a great journey lay ahead of them. After long hours of flying, they needed a rest to drink water and eat some food.

They landed in a city.

As bad luck would have it, the ruler of this city was a friend of the witch. Pretending to make the young man welcome, he managed secretly to remove the magic sword and hide it. As for the wicked witch, she succeeded in finding another place to conceal herself.

The young man was overcome with grief. Was the lovely maiden now doomed to lie like stone forever in the castle of the wicked giant? And were the people the terrible witch had turned to animals in that same castle fated to remain imprisoned forever in its courtyard?

No, that must never be!

Then he remembered his brothers - but would they realize what desperate need he had for them?

Confronted with this great emergency, however, the mirror in the keeping of the Young Man of the Sea grew cloudy; the penknife given to the Young Man of the Land closed of its own accord; while the cloth kept by the Young Man of the Skies grew red with blood. Thus each of them realized that his brother had great need of him and at once mounted his cloud. And even though they lived far apart from one another, in the end they all assembled in the place they had been summoned to.

“What has happened to you, brother? What evil has befallen you?”

“They have taken my sword, and the witch has escaped from me. If I do not find them both, neither will the marble maiden be released, nor will the wicked giant’s animals be restored to human shape again.”

Immediately, the Young Man of the Skies begged his father, the Sun, to cast his strong light on the secret hidden corners of the land and sea.

The Young Man of the Land ordered all the animals, including even the ants, to search everywhere for the stolen sword and the missing witch.

And the Young Man of the Sea commanded all the fish to hunt for the sword and the witch in every nook and cranny of the watery kingdom.

Good news soon came. A dolphin brought the cowherd’s sword up from the bottom of the sea, while shortly afterwards an ant arrived and revealed the hiding-place of the terrible witch.

So evil had no chance to prosper.

Taking up his sword again, the young man hastened to the spot revealed by the ant and found the witch. He seized her by the hair, threw her across the horse’s back, and they flew swiftly to the palace of the wicked giant.

As soon as they arrived and saw the animals, the boy ordered the witch to lift the spells from them.

She had no choice but to undo the magic and they at once turned back into people who, with shouts of joy, thanked the young man who had rescued them.

“And now, forward!” commanded the herdsman, “forward to the chamber where the Marble Princess lies!”

“You’re a fine young man, and I admit you have defeated me,” said the witch.

“For you I have released so many people, both here and at the Red Tower. So couldn’t you do me just one favor in return? Couldn’t that Maiden who stole the wicked giant’s love from me be left to lie in Marble for all time?”

“Delay a moment longer, and it will be the end of you.”

What else could the witch do? She accompanied the herdsman to the place where the beautiful Princess lay. Stretching out her right hand, with a trembling finger she touched the Marble Maiden, muttering secret words which she alone had mastery of.

And lo and behold, in a little while the maiden’s eyes began to flutter.

“It is done,” said the witch to the young herdsman.

“Now say what other commands you have for me.”

“Remove yourself immediately from my sight and be gone forever.”

And as the witch vanished, the beautiful Princess began to regain consciousness.

She opened her eyes completely and cast them about the room until her gaze fell on the handsome young man. She tried to rise, but did not have the strength. The herdsman took her hand and helped her.

“How long have I slept,” she yawned, “and oh! how heavily!”

“That was no sleep. A wicked witch had turned you into marble.”

“Her! Oh, I remember her. But I fear she will do me more harm. And if she cannot, then the giant, the wicked giant, will do me more harm still!”

“Fear no more. The wicked giant has been killed.”

“And the wicked witch has just this minute drowned in the river,” said the herdsman’s three brothers, appearing in the doorway.

“But how did I come to be saved?” asked the fair Maiden.

As if she already knew the answer, she fixed her large bright eyes on the fine young man, the handsome and noble cowherd who had rescued her. And he, by way of reply, lifted her from the bed in his strong arms and drew her into his embrace. And there and then, in the presence of his brothers, whose faces shone with joy, he planted the kiss of love upon her lips.

The very next day, in that castle which now was theirs by right, a splendid wedding was celebrated, followed by a banquet which lasted nine whole days and nights. The young herdsman’s father and mother were there. There were also the princess’s royal parents, who thought they had lost their daughter forever.

There, too, were the bridegroom’s three new brothers, the fine Young Men of the Land, the Sea and the Skies. There as well were all the people the wicked witch had transformed into animals.

And I myself was there - every evening I sat and entertained them with my finest stories.

The servants and the guards rushed to and fro, never quite managing to serve us all, but they were bursting with happiness and high spirits, because they had escaped the clutches of the terrible wicked giant and the even more terrible witch.

Mixing lies with what is true

That’s what folk-tales always do.

But, though magic has its season,

Give me the man who relies on reason!

#greece #folklore #folktales #fairy tales #sleeping beauty #fantasy #literature #the marble princess

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New Year Countdown: Dec 17

The prompt word barely made it into today's ficlet because I got a concept and spent more time chasing it down than figuring out how to fit the prompt, lol. Anyway, have some A/B/O Geraskier!

Dec 17 - Geraskier - A/B/O AU - Holly/Greenery

There was both freedom and heartbreak in being one of the rarest of the rare, a male omega, unable to either sire or bear children. Julian spent his early years almost entirely forgotten by his parents, a tiny ghost that fluttered in through the Lettenhove estate, often quietly singing or humming but never when his parents were nearby.

When his sisters arrived, proper beta and omega girls who could be bartered as wives to those with power or money or both, Julian snuck into the schoolroom like a shadow to absorb their lessons. A farmer, taking pity on the lad, taught him to carve a simple herdsman’s flute out of a branch of holly. He spent the better part of a month squashed into a small corner of a tavern watching the bards for hours on end, until he’d learned how to play a lute.

It was a pity, the servants whispered. The boy was intelligent and quick-witted, almost ridiculously charming -- if only he’d been a beta, he’d have a bright future ahead of him.

He was almost seventeen when his oldest sister bore her new husband a son, an alpha. A week later, he was summoned to his father’s study. He was surprised, because he hadn’t been aware that his father even remembered he existed.

“You’re a problem,” the Earl said, not unkindly. “Can’t carry on the line, but you can’t be skipped over, either, because the law was written in a time when your sort were sacrificed to the gods or left out for the wolves. So you’ll inherit, but after you, the title will pass to your nephew.”

“Yes sir,” Julian agreed, fidgeting nervously with the holly-wood flute that he always carried with him, now. He’d known the line of succession for years.

“So it will be better if you abdicate now and let it pass directly to the boy. If you agree, I’ll permit you to retain the title of Viscount and the family name, and you will be issued a modest allowance. It would be best if you left, so as not to cause any confusion.”

Julian wouldn’t have thought he harbored any fond feeling for Lettenhove, but the thought of leaving it, probably forever, filled him with dread. He opened his mouth to ask for time to consider it -- and then his father pushed a sheet of thick, creamy paper across the desk toward him. “Sign it,” the Earl told him firmly. “The servants are packing your things now.”

The document declared him unfit and stated that he abdicated in favor of his nephew. The ink of his nephew’s name was a subtly different shade than the rest of it. This had been planned for some time, he realized, and only waiting on his sister to produce the necessary heir. Numb, he signed it.

The Earl countersigned the document, and then dropped a purse on the desk, in the spot where the document had been. It was heavy enough, Julian supposed, to be the down payment for an earl’s title.

The first thing he did, after leaving Lettenhove, was enroll at Oxenfurt under the assumed name of Jaskier. The second thing he did was to have a holly leaf embroidered over the Lettenhove crest on all his clothes.

“He died a couple of years ago,” Jaskier said, eyes fixed on the fire. “I only found out last month.”

They were silent for a moment, and the Jaskier shook himself free of the fire’s trance and took another mouthful of his wine. “Doesn’t matter.”

“It matters,” Geralt said, the first thing he’d said all evening. “He was a bastard.”

Jaskier laughed, a dry bark that rasped at his throat. “Not at all. There are whole books of his lineage in the Lettenhove library.”

“He was a bastard,” Geralt reiterated, lip lifting in a sneer that revealed the sharp alpha canines that Jaskier had fantasized about for years. “How many men die without leaving an heir, for one reason or another? He didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, but then I’d have got my omega cooties all of his precious title,” Jaskier pointed out, and swigged back the last of his wine. “Anyway, it’s fine. It’s for the best. I’m happier now than I ever could have been there.”

“Are you?”

“Of course. I’d have been all alone if I stayed, you know. No one would embark upon a long-term relationship with a man already known to be sterile.”

“Mm.” Geralt threw back the rest of his own drink, then stood, snaring Jaskier’s cup. “I’ll get us a refill.”

Later, as they were climbing the inn’s narrow stairs to their rented room, Geralt said, “Witchers can’t sire children, either. Not after the ritual.”

“What?” Jaskier stopped in the middle of the stair.

Geralt went up another three or four steps before realizing Jaskier was no longer at his back. He turned and frowned down at Jaskier, and there wasn’t much light, but Jaskier could have sworn Geralt’s pale skin had darkened. Slowly, Geralt explained, “You said that no one would want a man who was sterile.”

“That’s not quite what I--”

“But you didn’t consider another sterile man, did you?”

“Well, of course I...” Jaskier lost the thread of his thought as what Geralt had said ignited a torch of realization in his brain. He stared. “Geralt?”

Geralt huffed and turned back to finish the climb. “Stop thinking, Jaskier, and come to bed.”

#my writing #countdown to 2024 #the witcher #geraskier #a/b/o au

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the-new-pokespe-futures · 10 days

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Ngl in your shackled revelations au, I’m imagining doku getting ganged up by the 20+ rivals who are PISSED that he killed their either best friends (or romantic partner in the case of like Blue because those two are pretty much a married couple at this point), the legendary pokemon whom the protagonists bonded with, and even a few of the evil teams like team star or yell because of the above.

also are Liko and Satoshi canon to the verse cuz I’d feel like Dokutaro would research him the most.

Actually, that does happen in the final storyline of the AU. Essentially, they are EXTREMELY PISSED OFF when they find out. However, they can't immediately go in guns blazing, they need to defeat all the mind controlled pokemon and trainers, knock every single secret base out, take out and find the 25-27 generals of Pecharunt. It'll be explained in due time. Speaking of the generals, some are actually the real killers of the protags and some have connections to some of the them:

Ethan: Ethan encountered one of the generals in Bellsprout Tower. The general proceeded to chase and attack Ethan. Ethan, thinking it’s just a regular pokemon to attack him, however, this proved to be a near-fatal mistake. Not being on the same level, his team got wiped, Ethan couldn’t even see the appearance properly for some reason, and he felt one thing that overpowered him: fear. He needed to run, and get out of here. However, due to the general’s ability to produce oil and paint that can mess with the mind (in this case, cause extreme dizziness), Ethan stumbled through the tower and barely got out before passing out. He was hurried to the nearby hospital to rest. He was still a bit shaken from this incident.

Lucas: In this AU, he's the professor's assistant, but does accompany Dawn and Barry later on, however, he does get whisked off to Hisui by Arceus and goes by the alias Rei prior to the events of the game. Later he ends up finding a 'shiny' gligar when completing the dex. Let's just say, it wasn't a gligar. That incident scarred him and was one of the few times it scared the hell out of him. The same Pokémon is also the reason why he stopped his journey (when he got back in Sinnoh) after the 4th badge as the same Pokemon killed one of his team members. So he hasn’t battled since then. He only got back into the battling after some encouragement from Dawn and Barry.

Hilda: In this AU, she alongside her twin are the heroes chosen by the dragons. She encountered one of the generals, thinking that he’s a regular trash bag when she wanted to throw her trash. She only found out when it stood up at a rapid speed upon noticing her appearance. She just finished her 5th gym badge so feeling slightly confident, she took the Pokémon on wanting to catch it, it proved to be a mistake. The general wiped out her team but he wasn’t done yet, the moment he saw Hilda, he said in clear English: “You are the one”, before approaching Hilda at a rapid speed, Hilda didn’t know what to do so she just ran. When she looked back she saw that the general was wielding a…knife? It was pretty late at night so she couldn’t see. Just before the ‘knife’ stabbed her, her brother (Hilbert), Cheren and Bianca arrived to help her. They all engaged in a brawl before the general had to retreat. Till this day, neither knew who or what attacked them.

Serena: She alongside her neighbor Calem are the main protags in this AU. She encountered one of the generals in Lumoise City, she got an invitation when she woke up in the morning in the Pokémon Centre. The invitation says that she was invited to an Opera Play called ‘The Phantom of The Opera’. The invitation says to follow a specific set of instructions to the place. The place ended up being an abounded Opera house in Lumoise city, far from any place. She was told to pay 4000 Pokédollars to enter despite the lack of the door. Nevertheless, she paid the exact amount before entering. Serena disappeared for exactly 8 days, 8 hours, 8 minutes and 8 seconds before she was discovered lying unconscious outside the Opera House. She claims to recall the events, when she woke up, there was a piece of paper in her hands that says ‘Thank you for watching The Phantom of The Opera, we hope to see you again!’

Florian: In this AU, he alongside his twin are the protags and he is the Violet side. He encountered one of the generals when he was looking for a dunsparse for his team. When he encountered the general, he was about to battle thinking it was a regular dunsparse, the general revealed the whole thing before Florian could send out a Pokeball. The general’s eyes turned red and blue, flashing through both with swirls like when he was hypnotizing Florian. When the general was done, he went back underground with Florian falling unconscious after being hypnotized. Florian woke up the next morning as his sister found him, he mentioned that he doesn’t recall anything that night. He claims to be fine but for the next 8 days, he started to have an insatiable greed for power. So he trained his team relentlessly and not caring for anybody. It only stopped after Juliana and their mother’s support helped him. Till now, he doesn’t know why he had this feeling.

Juliana: Like with Florian, same info except she represents the scarlet side. She met a general outside Levincia city. When she accidentally encountered one, it appeared to be friendly and didn’t seem to attack her, ultimately she decided to catch it. This proved to be a mistake. The general dropped its disguise and shocked Juliana badly, leaving her with some electrical burns. Her pokemon, went out to battle the general, while some helped her to carry up on Koraidon. The general quickly defeated her pokemon with ease, while the remaining got returned and Koraidon immediately dashed as fast as possible away from the attacker. However, the general was fast and was able to close in the distance, however, due to being close to Medali City, Rika and Larry were to able to deter away the general, and because of the need to conceal their identities, the general left. Once that happened, Juliana was treated for her injuries with Florian being informed of the situation.

Now, sorry if I rambled on for too long but yeah, that’s what happened. And the people who are close to the protags are royally screwed.

As for Liko and Ash, they’re not canon to this AU. This only has the main series games. However, in my trivia post about Pecharunt, this one should ambiguously answer your question

So, yes, he did actually do some research on both Ash and Liko on Bulbapedia (yes, that Bulbapedia). He’s even aware of other dimensions, AUs and timelines, you can see the post relating to his quotes. However, this does mean he’s aware of your ‘Kaijumorpha’ Au as well as ‘Scars of Black and White’. His main thoughts are interesting and ‘Ghetsis being Ghetsis’ respectively. Also, I would say if Kaijuran (Kaiju Kieran) and SR Pecharunt fought. It’s a one-sided beatdown for Kaijuran, details on his power level next time.

Well that’s all I have.

#pecharunt #Pokemon Ethan #pokemon Lucas #Pokemon Hilda #pokemon Serena #Pokemon Florian #Pokemon juliana #Shackled Revelations Au #Dokutaro

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Face the Truth | Ming Chapter

January, 2022

Ming was seated on a couch with her notebook in her lap.

At this time most of the HYBE staff had left the building, to go to their own respective homes. Yet, she was still here.

She had arrived about two hours ago, Woozi had asked her sing some vocal guides for their new album. She had brought her notebook with her to show him some lyrics she had been working on, in hopes he would like them for their new full album.

Her hopes crashed down when she saw his disapproving look, as he read the lyrics she had spent a long time writing on.

“I don’t think this fits with the album concept.” He had told her, in a monotone voice.

She had given him a confusing look. “Oh, I thought it would fit quite well with the songs we already have.” She told him, in all honesty.

Woozi looked at her for a couple seconds, before looking away and addressing his other colleague in the room.

“Hyung, will you take a look?” He asked Bumzu, while stretching out his arm to give him Ming’s notebook.

He nods. “Sure, I’ll have a look at what our Yerim-ie has been writing.” He gave her a small smile, what eased her nerves a bit.

Bumzu scanned the lyrics and after a minute, he looks at Woozi. “I think they’re nice, but it’s up to you if you want to include them in the album.”

Ming hoped Bumzu’s words convinced Woozi to include her lyrics into their new album.

“I’m sorry, Ming-ah, but I’m just not seeing it for now.” He apologized to her, giving her a pity look.

She snatched the notebook from Bumzu’s hands and sighed. “Alright, I’ll take my leave then.” She told them.

“Yah, Kim Yerim, don’t be like that. They’re not bad, they are just not for this album.” Woozi said, slightly feeling bad for making her upset.

She glared at him. “It’s always like that, every time I come up with something myself, you don’t like it.” She told him, matter-of-factly.

The young producer looked up quite offended, shocked at the words of the person he considered his little sister.

“I like your lyrics and I always encourage you to keep writing. I just want the best for our group’s music.” He explained to her.

His words didn’t help her anger. She rolled her eyes at him. “So what you’re saying is that my lyrics aren’t good enough for the group?” She immediately countered him.

“Come on, you know that’s not what I meant.” Woozi calmly told her.

Meanwhile, Bumzu was quietly watching the whole ordeal. He wasn’t going to interfere between the two, he had been in this situation before. With those two, studio sessions either went smooth or they were similar to what was unfolding in front of him.

“No, it’s exactly what you meant. You think that the lyrics I write by myself, aren’t good enough for the group.” She raised her voice at him.

Woozi kept his calmness, despite being frustrated by the situation. He doesn’t like rejecting Ming’s lyrics, but he’s also not going to lie to her.

He took a deep breath. “Yerim-ah, how about going home, yeah? You’re very tired and we’ll continue talking tomorrow, alright? I’ll call manager-hyung.” He suggested.

Ming scoffed and took her bag off the ground. “I’m not a kid anymore, I can call him myself.” She opened the door, gave them a rushed goodbye and left his studio.

Now, here she was. She thought about her little argument with Woozi. She knew she was being a bit overdramatic, but she was just sad that her lyrics were rejected once again. She really looked up to the producer. He was the one who inspired her to start writing in the first place, so for him to say they aren’t for this album, hurts a lot. Of course, she doesn’t want him to lie, but she just wants him to find her work good.

As she was deep in her thoughts, she didn’t notice someone approaching her.

“Yerim-ah” They called out.

She flinched and even let out a little scream.

She looked up. “Vernon? What the fuck, dude.” Ming let out, kind of relieved to know it was one of her members.

“Wow, I didn’t mean to scare you. What are you still doing here by the way?” He was confused as to why the girl was still in the building. Normally, vocal guides weren’t too difficult for Ming to record.

She looked down for a moment and patted the space on the couch next to her, motioning for him to sit there.

He put his bag down and took his seat.

“Jihoon-oppa rejected my lyrics again.” She told him.

Vernon slightly opened his mouth, understanding the situation. “Ah, what did he say?” He asked her.

“He told me they didn’t fit with the album concept and that he only wants the best for our group albums.” She answered him, looking down at her notebook.

He gave her a sad smile. “That sucks.”

She chuckled at his answer. “Yeah, it does.”

“You know he doesn’t mean it in a bad way, right? Sometimes he just doesn’t know how to word things the right way, which is quite ironic, considering his lyrics.” Vernon has spent more time in the studio with Woozi than Ming has, so he knows that you don’t always have to take his words so literally.

She nodded her head. “I know that, but he always says that. I just wish one time he would compliment my lyrics instead of rejecting them.” She told the main rapper.

He patted her shoulder. “I understand. He has also done that with the other members, so you’re not alone in that. But you just have to trust him.” He tried comforting her.

She nods at his words.

“He’s proud of you. He always brags to Bumzu-hyung, that he was the one who got you to start writing lyrics. Not just to Bumzu-hyung, by the way, also to the other members.” He smiled at her.

She fully turned to him, surprised at his words. “Really? He does that?” She asked him, almost not believing his words.

Vernon laughed. “Yeah, so don’t think he doesn’t like your work or something. He does, but you know how he gets sometimes.” He explained.

She hugged him. “Thanks, oppa. Thank you for saying that.”

Vernon awkwardly laughed and patted her back a couple of times.

“What are you even doing here?” She asked him, realizing she didn’t know why he was here so late.

He scratched his voice. “I just wanted to drop by the studio for a moment, we have been working on a song and I wanted to see how it was going.” He told her.

“I see, I’ll go back to the dorm then.” She put her notebook in her bag and was about to stand up when Vernon stopped her.

“You know what I changed my mind. How about we go and eat something? I’ll treat you.” He suggested.

She furrowed her eyebrows. “But what about your song?”

“It will still be there tomorrow, don’t worry about it. And I want to treat you some food, I feel like it’s been a while.” He shrugged his shoulders, he doesn’t mind that he can’t listen to the progress of his song.

She gave him an impressed look, finding it quite adorable that he wants to spend time with her.

“Alright, let’s go then.” They both grabbed their bags and Ming linked their arms, to Vernon’s dismay.

They ended up going to a convenience store close to their dorm.

The maknaes caught up with each other’s lives. Ming talked about how her brothers and how well her grandmother’s restaurant was doing. While Vernon let her hear a couple of songs he had been working on and told her she had to hangout with Sophia soon, since she missed Ming’s company.

The following day, Ming went to Woozi’s studio and apologized for her attitude the previous day. He also said sorry, saying he’s going to work on his poor word choices.

“A little birdie told me that you brag about me to the other members.” She teased him.

“Shut up, before I kick you out of my studio.”

Taglist: @lunarxsun @cosmicwintr @mythicalamphitrite @billboard-singer @stopeatread @still-astray

#ming.svt #14th member of seventeen #kpop addition #kpop oc #kpop au #seventeen 14th member #seventeen addition #seventeen female member #seventeen female addition #seventeen oc #seventeen x reader #woozi x reader #vernon x reader

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Chrissy X reader X Eddie

Part 2

Disclaimer that Chrissy is 18 years old

Warnings: threesome (sex), oral (both m and f receiving), cum eating

On a Friday night, Chrissy was wondering as to how you were so sure he would be home.

“Yeah, it’s a Friday night, but it’s also Eddie. C’mon, what’s he gonna be doing?” You assure her, sounding a little mean in the process.

“No, I mean he HAS friends. They’re probably just…busy.” She just nods and smiles at you.

As your passenger princess, she gets to pick out the music most of the time in the car and will usually have her feet up on the dash, all small and pretty.

She just hummed along with the music until you arrived. When you did, you turn to her expectantly.

“Shoes, baby, put them on. We’re going inside again, maybe he’ll smoke with us for free like last time.”

“Hmm.” She says as if she’s deep in thought and you can’t help but giggle at how cute she is. She ends up putting her sneakers back on and walking up to the trailer door with you. When you knock this time, it took longer than usual for him to answer.

You didn’t just leave though, because he was obviously there. The van was in the driveway, so you knock harder and the door swings open.

“Jesus Christ, are you the cops or something? Knocking hard as fuck on my door.”

“You didn’t open it when I did it normally.”

He steps back again to let you in and he asks you what you need as you make the walk to his bedroom to where he keeps his stuff.

You tell him just weed still, regardless of whatever crazy drug he offers you, that you’ll just stick with weed. You didn’t really like him bringing up drugs like ketamine and shrooms around Chrissy.

She doesn’t know about that stuff and she’s a curious person so it’s better not to even let her think about it.

He puts his hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay, I was just asking. It’s my job after all.” He turns around and produces your little baggie, handing it to you in exchange for the money.

“Thanks, eds. We’ll see you.” You start to walk out the door, assuming he wasn’t in the mood to hang out.

“Do you- you guys wanna watch a couple of movies or something? I mean, you drove all the way here…” you smile.

“I don’t know, will there be a joint involved?” You ask.

“You’re killing me, making me smoke out of my own supply. But sure, fine. Only for you.” Satisfied, you go over to his bed to sit down. You slip off your shoes and climb in, getting comfortable knowing you’d be here for at least a couple hours.

You pat the spot next to you as Chrissy stands awkwardly with her hands laced together. “C’mere, eds doesn’t mind us sitting in his bed. Do ya?” You ask the last part louder so he’d hear you.

“No, of course I don’t mind. Make yourself at home.” He says, over his shoulder as his back faces you while he rolls a couple of joints. Chrissy starts to get in bed next to you, but you have to remind her. “Shoes, baby. Take them off.”

“You just made me put them back on. Plus, this isn’t exactly the cleanest bed. I don’t think my shoes would make it much dirtier.” She comments, completely serious, making you laugh out loud.

“Hey! Those stains are- I don’t know what those stains are.” He responds.

He turns around to see you both ready, staring at his blank tv screen in anticipation.

He had already had a movie rented and ready when you got here, so there was no debate about what to watch.

He initially said a couple of movies, but he anticipated you’d leave before the second one was even over.

He settled down next to you both, flicking the lighter. The first smell of the smoke was a relief, such a relaxing and distinct aroma.

The movie playing was a horror movie, so chrissy is naturally being extra clingy (even more so than usual), hiding her face in your shoulders when she gets scared and making you hold her extra tight.

The joint had been finished, and you were all pretty high. Chrissy wanted to do more, wanted to make out, but you told her she’d have to wait til you guys left.

Conveniently, Eddie excused himself to go to the bathroom and she finds this to be a perfect chance, smushing her lips on yours as soon as he was out of the room.

You weren’t gonna stop her, you wanted to kiss her too. Really bad, so bad you didn’t realize it until it happened.

A couple of minutes go by, and your bodies are so close together they could become one and you’re kissing deeply.

When Eddie comes back to the room, he sees this and freezes.

He has no idea what to do, but he knows it’s probably wrong to just watch you creepily, so he takes a mental picture (he’s never gonna see his bed the same way again) and knocks on the bedroom door which was already partially open.

This startled you, and you pulled away from each other to set your eyes back to the screen even though you’d missed that last few minutes and so had he.

He returns to his spot from previously, grabbing a pillow and placing it over his lap as he lays back against the headboard. When you look over and notice this, you laugh.

“What’re you, hiding a boner or something??” You ask teasingly, and he didn’t respond. Just keeps his eyes on the tv, pretending he didn’t hear you.

In a swift movement, you reach over and yank the pillow off of him before he could stop you. Indeed, he has a boner, and it’s surprisingly big, not that you’d really given it THAT much thought.

“Oh my god, you WERE.”

His cheeks flush slightly as he tries to keep his composure. He feels awkward and maybe a little embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t want to make you guys uncomfortable. Can I have my pillow back now?” He asks.

“Who said we’d be uncomfortable?” You ask, looking at the girl next to you, who shrugs. She’s also turning just as red as Eddie, blushing too.

“You liked watching us?” You ask inquisitively.

“I-uhhh” he basically chokes on his words before they can come out.

The both of you were still high and touchy-feely. You were horny, you couldn’t speak for her but you guessed she would be too at that moment.

You move to slightly hover over her, leaning down to kiss her once more. She immediately returns it, making it deeper right away.

“Oh, fuck”, you hear in the background. You laugh a little, but continue regardless.

“I gotta be higher for this shit. Already feel like I’m dreaming anyway.” He said, reaching over to his bedside table where he had another one rolled, flicking the lighter once again and taking a hit.

Once you both smell it, you turn to him.

“Don’t let me stop you, by all means.” He says, jokingly.

“No, we want some more too. You gotta share.” You tell him, reaching for the lit joint in his fingers, but he pulls it away.

“And what do I get in return?”

“I’ll share her with you, she’ll share me with you.” Chrissy spoke, far bolder than her tone usually is. “It’s all fair.”

You looked over at her, smiling, then looked back at him. You were proud of her for speaking up, knowing what she wanted and expressing her desires and feelings.

“You heard her. That’s fair, more than fair I think.”

“Fuck, I wasn’t expecting you to actually give me anything in return, I was just joking.”

“Oh okay, then we were too.” You respond and you take a hit after snatching the joint from his hand and then passing it to her beside you.

“No, no. You can’t go back on that. In fact, I think I’ll remember that for the rest of my life.”

“You wanna fuck us, hm?” You ask with faux innocent eyes.

“Dear god. You’re gonna fucking kill me.” He huffs out, getting overwhelmed all over again and the hardness returning to his dick all at once.

“You want to?” You ask the girl beside you.

“Y-yeah. I just need affection and attention. I don’t care which one of you it is, but somebody touch me please.” She almost begged.

She acted so touch starved for someone who was attached to you at the hip all day every day. She’s just needy, it’s part of her cuteness.

“I’ll touch you, pretty girl, be patient.”

But you immediately oblige despite telling her to be patient, climbing on top of her once again and tugging her shirt off and removing your own right after.

You reach around her back to unhook her bra, gently pulling it off and tossing it to the side, starting to kiss down her neck and licking her nipples tenderly and taking your time with each. It was at this point where he realized he couldn’t take any more.

He had been palming at his erection for five minutes but he finally wanted to be in the mix instead of just a spectator.

He moves towards Chrissy, taking your place as he licks her body all over and takes her nipples into his mouth as well, one at a time. He tried to suckle on one, but chrissy yelps.

“You gotta be gentle with her. She’s sensitive, but I’m definitely not, in case you were wondering.” You tell Eddie. In a whirlwind, your lips were on his.

He takes the opportunity to wrap his hand around your throat and kiss you deeper, all while the other girl watched in wonder. It was incredibly arousing, she found out.

You moan into his mouth the tighter he squeezes, but you pull away to tell him to take his clothes off.

While he’s doing that, you finish undressing your girlfriend, pulling her skirt off and down her legs, then her panties too.

You kiss down from her navel, eventually getting near her core where you took extra time to kiss the skin of her inner thighs.

Once you got to her cunt, it was practically dripping. You immediately got to work, lapping up everything you could and eating her out with passion and determination to make her feel as good as possible.

You were interrupted when you felt the sting of cool hands on your skin and something hard poking against you from behind.

Wearing a skirt too, you tried to assist Eddie in pulling down your panties.

They were soaked and once off he slipped them under his mattress unashamedly to keep for later.

You hear the clanking sound of his belt buckle and then a zipper and he pulled down and kicked off his pants and boxers, returning to his position where his hard on pressed against your ass again but without barriers this time.

Still trying to focus on Chrissy, you couldn’t help but arch your back even further and try to push back on him and get some friction.

He groans as he pulls your skirt up to your hips and keeps it bunched there. You were practically begging, your body giving away how badly you wanted to feel him inside you.

“Fuck, okay”, he remarks to himself as he collects your slick and positions himself at your entrance. Even though you’d told him he didn’t have to be gentle with you, he was still going to easy.

Still only halfway in, you get impatient and grind back on him, sinking down on the rest of his cock, and he moans. There were no words in that space behind his eyes, brain working overtime to take this all in.

He grabs a hold of your ass cheeks, using them to his advantage to fuck you on his dick, hard.

You start to cry out at the pleasure, so much so that you can’t focus on chrissy in front of you.

You kept up the effort, but eventually couldn’t do anything but lay there and feel it. She decided to get up and shuffles over to Eddie, leaning in to kiss him on the lips for some attention.

They kiss sweetly as he pounds into you from behind with your face buried in his sheets. He runs one hand up and down the side of her body while the other rests still on your ass.

After a while, he frees both his hands to reach for yours, pinning your wrists behind you against your back. Chrissy sits back and touches herself desperately, just in your field of vision, though it was blurry.

With her other hand not on her pussy, she reaches to push your hair away from your face and trying her best to keep it so that you were able to see.

Your extra loud moans and cries signaled to him that he was doing something right, fucking you relentlessly until you couldn’t speak with words and more and you were cumming all around his dick when he repeatedly hit your sensitive spot.

It was magical, earth shattering. Something you hadn’t felt in a long time. It lasted a while too, which you were eternally grateful for and never wanted it to end.

He groaned, throwing his head back, trying not to bust as you squeezed around him. “Eddie, oh my god, fuck”, you panted.

He releases your hands, allowing you to use what little body strength you had to change positions.

You move to be level with his cock, leaning down as Chrissy copies your movement and you both start sucking his dick at the same time.

You were basically making out with his dick in between your mouths, being licked and kissed from both sides by both of you.

Chrissy then takes him into her mouth completely, collecting and savoring the taste of you still on him.

You pulled her hair back into a makeshift pony tail in your hand, guiding her up and down his length as she hollows out her cheeks.

She looked so pretty like this, eyelashes resting on her cheeks while her eyes were fluttered shut and her pretty lips all around his big cock.

He didn’t say much of anything now, only guttural groans and near silent curses. He lets it go on for as long as he can, but has to stop you.

“That is the hottest thing over ever seen, but i can’t take anymore. Can’t finish yet, she still hasn’t.” He looks down at her, petting her head.

Her eyes light up even more, and you think back to when she told you a man has never cared enough to make her cum.

This was her lucky day, because Eddie had to make it even or else the job was not done.

“Can I fuck her?” He asks.

You laugh. It would only be fair considering she let him fuck you.

“Yeah, eds, fuck her good but be nice about it, alright? Gentle.” He nods as you help chrissy lay down on her back.

“You’re okay, right? You want this?” You ask her to confirm.

“Mhmm.” She responds.

You weren’t sure if she just innocently thought Eddie was cute and was just flirting for drugs or if she actually wanted to go so far as to fuck him.

“Words, please. I can get you off if you don’t want him to-“

“I want him to. Please.”

“Ah, fuck.” Eddie mumbles at this admission. He leans over her and slowly pushes himself in as you kiss her for a distraction.

He was definitely bigger than any guys she’s ever been with, so you knew it would probably sting.

She seemed to like it, though, starting to mewl and moan. He fucks her in a way that’s almost sweet. Not hard, not fast. He had listened to what you’d said.

She reached out her hand to you, and you take it in yours. She squeezes as she’s getting used to the feeling, then gradually loosens her grip.

When you noticed her noises change to be more high pitched, you reach down between them and rub her clit while he fucks her at the same time.

She doesn’t last long with this double stimulation at all, crying out your name instead of his as she came just by instinct, but Eddie didn’t mind.

After this, it was an impossible mission for Eddie not to cum.

“Fuck, I’m gonna paint your stomach, okay?”

She looked up at him with big eyes and nodded, a couple thrusts more and he pulled out quickly, spilling on her lower stomach and reaching up to her ribs some too.

Once he was recovering, you scooped up some of the liquid and put the wet fingers in her mouth, letting her taste.

“Good?” You ask, knowing it’s a nasty taste. You giggle as she gives you a “yuck” expression and go down to start licking it up off of her body. In the middle of putting his boxers back on, Eddie looks over at you while you do this.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He groans. You both giggle again, and you all helped each other find your respective articles of clothing.

“You stole my panties, didn’t you?” You ask out loud after not being able to find them.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m sure they’re in here somewhere.” He says, feigning cluelessness.

“Fine, you can keep them. I want them back, though, when you’re done… ahem… using them.”

“So how was that?” You ask on the way back to your house. The drive so far had been silent.

“Amazing. It was so good.”

A few moments pass.

“Maybe we could like, make him our boyfriend. Is that a thing??” She giggles.

“I dunno, maybe… I have no idea.”

You excitedly drive home so that the two of you could cuddle up and talk about everything that went down.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie x chrissy #chrissy cunningham #chrissy x you

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NXX Turns Into Cat - Part 2 (Vynyaa)

Each NXX duder turns into a cat. Everyone else—Rosa, mostly—deals with the mess.

Separate Timelines for each NXX duder.

Hijinks and absolute pettiness (pun intended) ensue.

Other Parts: Pt 01 - Meowrius |

Dr. Vyn Richter was not a religious person.

He was, undoubtedly, a man of science, through and through.

So when he saw an old man, wearing the garb of what he recognized as the uniform of a Shinto priest, showing up unannounced in his office—casually draping over his chaise longue and lazily stretching out his limbs like a cat—Dr. Richter’s first course of action was to surreptitiously call for his Institute’s security personnel.

He expected that they would take a couple of minutes to arrive, as most of them were stationed in the floors with higher security risk levels.

In the meantime, it was the psychiatrist’s task to try and de-escalate the situation—whatever it was, he would find out soon.

“Good evening. May I help you?” Dr. Richter slowly approached the suspected interloper, hands in the pockets of his white coat. “It is past consultation hours for my practice, unfortunately. Perhaps—”

The old shrine priest hopped off the comfortable furniture; his tiny feet, clad in wooden, shiny black clogs, hitting the floor with a clop sound. “Ahh. That was nice for my back. This old man is sorry for imposing. Yes.” His eyes thinned into slits as he grinned at the doctor. “Thank you very much. Yes. Truly.”

“You are welcome. Anytime.” Dr. Richter flashed the old priest one of his kindest smiles, not betraying how nonplussed he was at the moment. “The chaise longue was chosen with comfort in mind. That is a very important aspect to consider in my work, after all.”

“I see, I see,” The small old man rubbed his hands. “I am here to deliver something very precious, Dr. Richter. Or is it Duke de Haspran? Hehe. Forgive this old man for fumbling your name. I mostly recognize spirits. Letters are too hard to read. So many languages…yes…”

Dr. Richter’s smile briefly faltered at the mention of his birth name, but recovered himself after a couple of seconds.

What is Security doing? They should have been here already!

Yet despite the psychiatrist’s perfectly placid smile, the old priest managed to suss out his inner anxiety and said, “I mean no harm, no.” He then dug into the pocket of his billowy silk trousers, and produced a flat silken pouch sealed on one end with an elaborate knot. “I am only here to make a delivery.”

Seeing no harm in accepting something from an old, frail-looking man (who looked like he could be one of his patients, but why did he not recognize him at all?), he let the old man take both his hands and plant the silk amulet into his palms.

It felt cool to the touch, as was the old priest’s fingers that also shook with old age. Even colder than his own, and the doctor’s body already ran cooler than most.

“Thank you.”

The silk pouch was easily recognizable; he bought one on a whim during his travels. It was called an omamori, he was told, and one that was specifically meant for luck in love.

He was not a religious man, but that did not mean he was incapable of giving into flights of romantic fancy.

However, this particular omamori currently in his hands…

His brows furrowed as he studied its details.

It was hard to glean which kind of luck the small scrap of silk was supposed to pull in: a stylized image of a calico cat was woven into the silk; and when he flipped the charm to look at the other side, there was nothing but a total blank where a short blessing should have been embroidered into the cloth.

“That charm can grant your wishes. Any wishes, honorable Doctor. Including love. Hold it in your hand, and make your wish. It is very easy, yes?” the old man said as he watched Dr. Richter inspect the silken gift. “The girl who sent it…she is a very, very interesting girl, hehehe.”

This caught the doctor’s attention. “Who is she?”

Interesting. Could this be someone from that club in university?

“Oh, someone who is close enough to be undecided if she should pass on to you the great blessings she received from the foxes.” A gravelly laughter resounded, and with a crafty smile the old man continued, “Or if she should send you her most tender feelings…”

This caught Vyn Richter’s attention, and his all-too jaded heart skipped a beat as his eyes slightly widened in hope.

Could it be…?

“In the end she decided that her feelings may not be enough as a gift for you, the silly girl. Instead she wished for you to receive the blessing of the fox.” His grin spread even wider. “If she only knew, oh yes…”

“Please, tell me who she is,” Dr. Richter begged, suddenly losing all composure, reaching for the old man’s shoulder. He had to know who she was, the girl who could have given him her affection.

He had an inkling who she could be, but he did not want to fall into the trap of wishful thinking; his handle on logic and sanity had suffered enough—and by even entertaining this man, and this entire flight of fancy, didn’t it already?

And yet…

“Tell me—”

A flash, then a flick of a bushy tail in the shadows on the wall.

And the old man was gone.

===

Security found Dr. Richter slumped on the chaise longue, running a low grade fever with cold sweat beading on his forehead. It was only a slip of his thumb, a false alarm, he told the security personnel who answered his summons; that he accidentally clicked on the pre-made text message he prepared for emergencies.

Seeing that he was feeling ill, and that Dr. Richter had been working well into the evening for a challenging case, the senior staff insisted that he immediately go home and take the day off for tomorrow.

Yet instead of recuperating, he spent the rest of the evening in his bedroom tossing and turning on his bed; the omamori held tightly in his hands.

The fever of lovesickness had taken root underneath his skin, and there was no cure for the doctor.

Vyn Richter was a man of science, but it did not mean that he lacked the concept of romance in his highly logical mind. For the past year he had been plagued with uncontrollable emotions most intrusive, all of them centered around one precious rose flower, a vivid splash of red amongst the gray and tarnished gold that was his life.

I wonder what to wish for…

He cradled the silk close to his bare chest, its fabric warmed by the unusual heat emanating from his body.

Wishes were tricky things. If done in haste, if worded incorrectly, not even the sweet, tender sentiment behind the wish could save the wishmaker from a dire, regrettable fate…

He closed his eyes. Tomorrow the sun will rise and shine upon him and the object of his devotion. There was still time for them.

He had all the time in the world to think about his wish.

He had waited long enough; he could wait longer if need be.

There was no need to waste his one precious wish for a frivolous flight of fancy…

===

…However, when the time came for him to finally decide on a wish, it was indeed over a frivolous flight of fancy.

The cold air in the conference room situated in the NXX Headquarters helped quell his strange fever, and he was able to work with nary an issue—until a little bit later.

“We will need someone to accompany Captain Darius.” Vyn, tablet in hand, sat in his usual spot nearest the wall where various numerical data were projected onto, alongside a few graphs connected to profile photos of people of interest.

Vyn still wore his work uniform for his Institute—white doctor’s coat over his usual waistcoat ensemble—but had long switched over to his other role as the NXX Investigations Team’s most senior member. “Luke. How is your data analysis coming along?”

Hidden in the palm of his right hand, held underneath his tablet, was the omamori given to him last night. He himself did not fully understand why, yet the promise—the possibility—of her bearing the same feelings as he did trumped his own logic.

His desperation was all too palpable at the tip of his tongue, its flavor dangerous. His obsession over her was poison laced with the sweetness of honey, and yet nothing else but that poison could give him comfort…

Luke’s reply broke through his reverie. “Stuck at eighty, and it’s been like that for hours,” the detective sighed as he crossed his arms, his back sinking deeper into the backrest of his swivel chair at the conference table. “If you’re asking me to tag along with Darius, yeah, I’m one step ahead of you. I’m dropping by the crime scene later.”

“Oh, um…” Rosa flipped through her calendar app. “Later? You’ll be with Captain Morgan after six?”

“Thereabouts, yeah. Why?”

“I’m scheduled to pick up the video files from him at six.” She smiled. “That’s great! We can have dinner afterwards.”

“Missy,” Marius moaned, putting on his best little brother pout. “You were supposed to have dinner with me.”

“Did we make plans…?” Rosa blinked, then narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion. “No. Of course we didn’t.”

“No, Marius, you don’t have any dinner plans with Rosa.” Artem laid a calling card flat on the conference table and, with a flick of his index finger, sent it spinning across the glass towards the acting CEO. “We are going to have dinner with our ‘friend’ here.”

Marius peered at the calling card that stopped its spinning right in front of him. It bore the name and job title of one of their possible suspects. He clicked his tongue irritably. “Fine, I’ve been eyeing him for a couple of weeks, myself.”

Rosa clapped her hands. “It’s decided then! Hey Luke, I always wanted to try that grilled squid stall…”

Unconsciously, Vyn let out a deep sigh of longing, one that went unnoticed in the midst of the din within the conference room. How readily she approaches her childhood friend to experience new things, mundane as they are. He had tried so hard, so hard, to overcome Rosa’s mental hurdle—always her Dr. Richter, never just Vyn to her—that prevented her considering him as anyone else but her interesting, close friend.

Now totally ignored by everyone else around the table, Vyn smiled bitterly in silence as he watched Rosa easily transition into a lighter mood; her hands easily finding Luke’s shoulder as he showed her something interesting on his phone; how her lips curve in a playful, lighthearted smile as they shared little friendly secrets amongst themselves.

It would be nice to be the man she readily shares her day to day experiences with.

Ah. If she would touch me with such affection.

…

I wish…

His wistful gaze focused on her soft lips as she whispered something to Luke, as they both surreptitiously watched a video clip playing on his phone—an act that he would have chastised them over, if Vyn wasn’t so lost in his own thoughts.

His fingers caressed the silk charm underneath his tablet.

I wish…to kiss her. Once, not to slake my never ending thirst, but to fully give myself into it.

…

“So, Vyn,” Rosa turned towards the psychiatrist, who she had meant to invite to dinner along with them. “VYN?!”

In Vyn’s chair a silver-haired cat loudly suckled on its paw, then looked at Rosa with its golden eyes.

“Nyaa.”

===

“Okay. Okay. Calm down.” Marius paced within the cramped floor space of the server room adjacent to the conference area. “None of us saw the exact moment when Vyn disappeared, right? Yeah?”

“You need to calm down Marius,” Artem grumbled, warily eyeing the silver shorthair cat curled up on top of Vyn’s discarded clothing, which were left piled on his seat by the conference table. “And stop asking the same question over and over. None of us saw exactly when Richter disappeared.”

He turned to Luke, who was seated by the CCTV console, laptop balanced on his knee. “Still no irregularities with the footage? Anything that could indicate it’s been tampered with?”

“Nope. Video is clean.” The detective closed the lid of his laptop machine. “Vyn isn’t the type to pull this kind of prank. All of you know the obvious reason why.”

Rosa however seemed a little confused. “Wait. What exactly is obvious?” She looked at each of them: Luke, Artem, and even at Marius who had finally stopped pacing—all of them being quite evasive, avoiding eye contact with her. “Guys?”

“Let’s just say Vyn is the sort to require additional security, and let’s leave it at that.” Hoping one of the other two men would take over for him in explaining, Marius walked out of the server room, and sauntered over towards Vyn’s seat to take a closer look at the silver cat looking up at him with its golden eyes. “Hello, Vyn-cat.”

“Myaa.” The cat gave him a cursory glance, blinking its golden eyes at him, then returned to suckling on its right paw.

“Vyn, are you thumbsucking?” Grinning, Marius reached down to grab the cat by its belly. It made its displeasure obvious; the cat twisted and struggled out of his inexperienced hold, and jumped out of Marius’s grasp. It then bounded its way into the server room, where it bumped into Artem’s leg.

“Myan?” Its small paws reached up, claws digging into the leg of his trousers.

“Uh.” Not knowing what to do, except that he needed to stop the cat from ruining his good pair of trousers, Artem gingerly lifted the silver feline by grasping it underneath its forelegs. “This is how you carry a cat, Marius,” he said as one of his hands slid down to support its back legs and bottom.

Strangely enough, Artem was at first reluctant to hold it, yet the soft vibrations of its purr endeared it to him somewhat, despite his understandable unease over the fact that the animal could be Vyn—someone he was constantly at odds with.

“Eheh. So you’re only nice with Vyn if he’s in cat form?” Marius gently booped the cat’s wet nose. He quickly removed his finger as soon as he noticed moving its paw, expecting a clawed swipe.

Yet it never came; the cat only brought its paw to its muzzle and went back to suckling loudly in Artem’s secure hold.

“You know, for someone like Vyn…I really wouldn’t expect him as a cat to suck his thumb… er paw, like that. What the hell is wrong with him?”

Marius tried to ruffle the cat’s fluffy belly; the reward came in the form of fresh scratches and a threatening yowl. “Yow! Goddamnit!” He pulled his hand away, shaking it in an effort to calm the sting from the welts forming on his skin. “Yeah, you’re Vyn alright!”

Rosa crept up to them to take a good look at the cat, who—once again—went back to sucking his paw. “Is he…anxious?” She gingerly touched the top of its head; having met no resistance, she began to gently pat its head. The cat started to purr louder as it continued on suckling. “I haven’t seen cats do this before.”

“It typically happens when they’re separated from or abandoned by their mothers before they’re old enough to wean.” Artem adjusted his hold on the cat to shift its weight towards his other arm. “Something I find…interesting, considering his background.”

“This again.” Rosa put her hands on her hips, miffed at being left in the dark about something that everyone else knew. Even more so when it came to someone she was actually interested in: Vyn. “I’m also a member of NXX—is there anything that I should know about him?”

“Need to know basis, Rosa, sorry.” Luke’s voice was a tad too cold, letting her know that there was nothing she could do to make him yield. “But really, it’s nothing special,” he mumbled evasively.

In all actuality Luke didn’t want her to know. He already noticed how she looked at Vyn; there was no need to give her even more reasons to gush over the pretentious bastard.

“Mr. Wing? Marius?”

Artem merely cleared his throat and dodged her burning glare; Marius was going to do the same for solidarity’s sake, but Rosa—in a fit of impatience and burning curiosity—planted her palms squarely against the cold wall behind Marius, caging him in her arms. “Tell. Me.” Her eyes bored into Marius. “Now.”

He sighed.

Having been born into almost as much affluence as his tutor, from his perspective Vyn’s background was nothing too special. If he were to be asked, Marius would readily say that aside from the fancy sounding title, being a von Hagen would be considered more prestigious than being a part of a noble peerage.

And so, he relented.

“Missy, Vyn is actually a prince. Well, a duke. Who’s also a prince. Whatever. Never paid attention to boring things.”

“Eh?” Rosa blinked. What?

That certainly put some of his quirks—his penchant for classic Victorian elegance, his mannerisms—in perspective. That, and didn’t he have another name in his home country?

“Fuck you, Marius.” Luke muttered. Defeated, he tucked his laptop underneath his arm and stood up to gather his things.

“What I find interesting is that all of you guys are… just accepting that the cat is Vyn. Anyway, I’m out.”

Luke noped out of the NXX Headquarters.

“To be honest I’m really worried,” Marius murmured as he gently scratched the cat’s chin still curled up in Artem’s hold. “I mean. If word gets out that Vyn's disappeared…into thin air…”

“...I know.” Artem then walked outside the server room, letting the cat hop out of his arms to roam around and familiarize itself with the area. “I don’t even want to think about the diplomatic crisis that would happen should anyone find out. We already have more than enough to deal with as it is.”

“Dr. Richter! Stop!” Rosa rushed to the small pantry cabinet, where the silver Vyn (tentative) cat had started pawing at the pile of tableware and teacups. “Aaah!”

A crashing of porcelain against hard tiled flooring resounded in the conference room.

“...is that really Vyn?” Marius cringed at the sight of all the mess that spilled onto the floor. “Somehow, I have doubts.”

“That is Richter. His destructive, insidious nature is showing.” Artem started to loosely fold the doctor’s clothing and stuffed it into his emergency shopping bag. “Nevertheless, I’ll play nice and wash these for him.”

Rosa rolled her eyes as she scooped up the four-legged offender, which started purring as soon as she held it against her chest. “I guess you guys aren’t up to taking care of him?”

“Nuh-uh, taking him in will just invite questions I don’t feel like answering.” Marius gathered his jacket and his knapsack. “You’re better off surrendering that cat to a shelter or rescue.”

“NO!” Rosa held the Vyn-cat closer to her bosom. “We are not taking him to a shelter, you hear me?! And what about that diplomatic crisis you've been talking about?” She then turned to her senior. “How about you, Mr. Wing?”

“...” Artem was scratching his head, gazing at the aftermath of cat-inflicted destruction of their small pantry corner and wondering how to start cleaning it up. “...My apartment building doesn’t allow for cats.”

“Well, looks like it’s just you and me tonight, Dr. Richter!” Rosa said a little too gleefully, nuzzling the fur on his head.

The silver cat let out a meow of delight, then purred loudly as it burrowed closer against her chest.

“I’ll keep you and your secrets safe.” She held him against her cheek. “No diplomatic crisis for the little prince happening under my watch!”

“Myan.”

===

Having adamantly refused any help from Marius and Artem—which somehow were only offered as she started getting more cuddly with the silver feline—Rosa took it upon herself to procure supplies and carry out preparations for taking care of a cat, all under her own steam.

Tired and exhausted after all the walking around, Rosa all but dove into her sofa, only meaning to take a short rest; afterwards she would feed the cat—henceforth named Vyn—and prepare her own dinner as well.

“Aaaah, home. Soft pillow. Soft sofa…” Rosa hugged her favorite silk pillow close to her head as she felt her whole body decompress. “I’ll just snooze, okay?” She lazily reached down to pat its fuzzy head. “Vynnie…”

“Meow.” The silver cat hopped onto the sofa alongside her, and began purring as he curled up by her chest. “Mrrr.”

“Aw, aren’t you the sweetest,” Rosa murmured as she slowly drifted off to sleep, the cat’s vibrations lulling her into a comfortable slumber. She pulled it closer to her, relishing the warmth that emanated from its small body. He smells of bread, Rosa thought as she buried her nose into its silver fur. How very Vyn-like…

She giggled at the thought of the cat kneading dough for biscuits and cookies.

Would have been nice if I’m cuddling you instead…Vyn…

…I wonder if the wish I made for you…made it…

A soft smile played on her lips as she lost herself into sleep.

Her dreams during that short nap were of her and him—in human form—having coy pleasantries over tea and cookies in his garden, with roses in full bloom all around them. He told her certain things, some that made her blush and sent her heart skipping, yet the words disappeared quickly like sea foam, in the midst of the pale orange glow of sunset.

Then the dream started to fade, taking his familiar white-clad form along with it.

Please, come back…Rosa begged at his receding form.

Vyn…

…

When she began to transition back into wakefulness, she felt a patch of wetness on the exposed patch of skin of her collarbone.

Suckling sounds also filled her ears, bothering her enough to rip away any pleasant memories she had from her dream.

Huh…?

Her head still fogged with sleep, it took Rosa a long while to comprehend that the sucking sounds came from the cat curled up against her neck; and that the wet patch was a result of Vyn-cat suckling on her collarbone.

“Vyn?!” She gently prised the cat away from her chest; her skin—including the collar of her blouse partially unbuttoned for her comfort—wet with its saliva.

“Myaaaa.” Its mewling sounded rather needy, and Rosa felt more pity than offense at its behavior.

She remembered Artem’s words earlier.

Was Vyn abandoned at an early age?

Rosa sighed as she wiped the wet spot on her collarbone with her sleeve, sitting upright on the sofa with Vyn-cat planted on her lap. Then she tried offering it her finger; as expected, the cat grabbed at her index finger with its paws, kneading as it eagerly suckled on her fingertip.

“Poor thing,” Rosa ran the fingers of her free hand through its fur. “I’m here.”

She threw a glance at the nearby digital clock hanging on her wall. Nine-thirty six. There’s still time for me to heat up my dinner and feed Vyn…

Rosa wanted to eat, but like most doting cat owners, she found it particularly hard to remove a cat from her lap.

Especially one suspected to be her favorite person.

Seeing that Vyn-cat wouldn’t stop anytime soon, Rosa promptly ignored the rumbling of her stomach, and instead began singing with a soft, tender, voice:

“Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur…”

===

“Hmm. Would you like this, Vynnie?” Rosa held out a pack of tuna-flavored cat kibbles towards Vyn-cat, who sat on its haunches, closely watching her as she wiped down its new pet dish and chose which cat feed to offer him for late dinner.

“Mrrr.” Vyn-cat brought its paw to muzzle, suckling once again.

“No?” Rosa inquiringly tipped her head to the side, then thrust out another pack of kibbles, this time chicken and lamb-flavored. “Or this?”

“Mya.” It pawed at the foil bag.

“Oh? You like this?” She smiled. “Okay, chicken and lamb then!”

Rosa was in the middle of reaching for a pair of scissors to open the bag of kibbles when a certain realization hit her.

Hang on. This doesn’t seem right.

Indeed, Vyn had always offered his carefully prepared desserts, and even personally brewed the best exotic tea for her to try whenever she came over.

Vyn always gave her the best he could offer whenever he received her at his home.

So why was she feeding him store bought kibble?

How horrible of me.

Rosa gave the cat staring at her a twisted, chagrined smile. “I’m sorry for even offering you this crap.” She gathered Vyn-cat into her arms and brought it along with her to the kitchen. “I’m gonna cook us something nice!”

After a few minutes spent researching which human foods were suitable for cats, Rosa began to lay out the ingredients for their late dinner: A couple of salmon filets, rice grains, and a bit of salted butter.

“It’s not as special as what you usually have, but I hope you’re okay with sharing food with me.” Rosa rolled up her sleeves and set out to work. “I’ll make it up to you soon after I get the next paycheck, I’ll treat you to a special dinner!” Her cheerfulness faltered as soon as she remembered Vyn’s real social status—if Marius told her the truth, that is, if he wasn’t being the usual gremlin. “Er, well, as special as I could afford…haha…”

“Myaaaan.” Vyn-cat curled up onto the smooth wooden surface of the dining table, its eyes never leaving her. “Myaa.”

“Aw, you’re sweet, Vynnie, thank you.”

Preparing the dinner was a quick and easy affair: soon enough her small kitchen was filled with smells of boiling rice, two salmon filets baking in the oven—one seasoned with salt, butter, and a little pepper; the other plain with no seasoning for Vyn-cat—and the sounds of one contented cat’s loud purring.

Rosa checked in on the cat, who stayed put in its spot at the dinner table, while keeping an eye on her. “Well, aren’t you excited for dinner? Kind of late, but late dinner is better than no dinner!” It purred even more loudly as she scratched its chin.

After some time dinner was served: A plate of salmon filet served with rice for her, and a bowl of shredded salmon flakes mixed into a bit of rice for the Vyn-cat.

“Smells good, right?” Rosa was undoubtedly pleased as she saw the cat eagerly sniff at its bowl then dove right in to eat. “Let’s eat!”

“Nyaaa.” Vyn-cat eagerly ate on the table alongside Rosa.

She fancied that if it were Dr. Richter sitting at the table along with her, in human form and with his pleasant, easy, and warm presence, she could consider her prayer to that shrine’s deity to have come true…

===

The next day.

“Oh…so I can’t do remote work today?” Rosa threw a glance at the cat sitting by her feet, giving her a quizzical look as she sat up in bed with her phone held to her ear.

Rosa was trying to call in for a work from home shift for the day, so she could focus on caring for Vyn-cat.

“Vyn? Well…he’s got everything…I think he’s going to be okay if I leave him alone for a bit, maybe…”

She threw the cat a worried glance despite her assurance.

But this would mean he’d need to settle with having kibbles for lunch…

“No. I don’t think I can focus at work if I drop him off to a pet sitter, I’d just worry about him for the entire trip. I’d rather leave him alone in my place, Mr. Wing.”

She winced as Artem reminded her about the trashed pantry corner in the NXX Conference Room.

“I’ll just not linger too long during my visit. Mmm…probably move my larger breakable items to the floor, just to be on the safe side…yeah. Yeah. I’ll see you soon then.”

She cut the call with a long, drawn-out sigh.

“Nyaaan?” Vyn-cat hopped into her lap, bunting its head against her belly. “Mya. Myaaa.”

“I’m sorry, Vynnie.” Rosa hugged the cat, nuzzling its head. It was slowly becoming her favorite habit. “Work beckons, and all that.”

“Mrr.”

Rosa couldn’t quite disengage herself from Vyn-cat; it dug its nails into her sleep shirt and would not let go as she tried to place him on the bed. “Vynnie…I’ll be late for work…”

“Myaaan.” It kept on clinging to her shirt, and mewled quite needily. “Myaaa…”

“Ugh. Believe me, I don’t want to go to work either, but this is for a very important client.” She carefully prised its paws from her now punctured sleepwear. “But I’ll be back soon, okay? Be a good boy for me?”

“Nyaa.”

“Good boy.” Rosa gently patted its head as she hopped off the bed and got ready for yet another busy day at the office. “Oh god…where’s that skirt?”

It would take Rosa a good fifteen minutes to locate that particular skirt; she eventually found it right at the foot of the bed, all wrinkled and blessed with myriad strands of silver cat hair.

===

“Are you alright, Rosa?” Artem asked her on the drive back to the office.

It was almost sunset; and while Rosa’s work for Themis’s new client turned out to be quite impeccable, and her presentation impressive as usual, it was entirely obvious to her senior that her mind was ultimately elsewhere. “Rosa?”

Rosa blinked, then shook her head. “Mm? Oh. Uh. Yeah.” She then glanced at the clock on her smartphone’s lockscreen. “I’m just wondering how Vyn is doing…”

She turned her sights back to the orange-hued view that flew past.

“The cat?” Artem shifted gears and stepped briefly on the accelerator. “I don’t have to tell you this but,” he cleared his throat as he slowly shifted to another lane. “You really shouldn’t let yourself get attached to that cat. We don’t even know what actually happened to Richter, so…”

“I know.” She let her sights wander to the bright orange globe that slowly sank into the horizon. “But Dr. Richter or not, the cat needs someone to take care of him. He seems really lonely.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Didn’t you mention it yourself?” Her voice betrayed the gloom that cast shadows onto her mood. “He was acting like a cat abandoned by his parents.”

She knew very well how it felt. So many holidays that she spent alone, so many birthday cakes that she bought and finished by herself; some with leftovers tossed into the trash bin after having stayed too long in the fridge, drying out until they were inedible.

Rosa told everyone that she was doing fine, that her parents didn’t need to worry about her, but really, weren’t those words of assurances aimed mostly at herself, to see herself through year after year navigating the milestones of young adulthood alone?

“I did, yes.” Artem throttled their speed as they approached the Stellis city limits. “So he kept on doing it during his stay in your apartment?”

“Yeah.”

Artem was planning on insisting to let him look for families that could foster the cat; yet seeing the melancholy on Rosa’s face made him backpedal. “I’ll drive you home then. I can take care of the reports myself.”

“Mr. Wing, I—” Rosa tried to put a word in edgewise, but Artem gave her a dismissive wave.

“Just call me if you need anything.” Artem attempted a swerve into another lane, having changed their destination from Themis Law Offices to Rosa’s apartment building. He let out a small sigh of relief that his swerving had gone through safely, and unnoticed. “I have experience cooking pet food.”

“Thank you.”

And Rosa meant it.

===

Rosa was still a few doors away from her apartment when she heard sounds of faint mewling come from behind the main door, accompanied with the noise of occasional scrabbling of claw against heavy wood.

“Vyn?!” Alarmed, Rosa picked up her pace into a fast stride, moving as fast as she could in high-heeled pumps, until she reached her door.

“Meeeooow. Meooow…”

“Hang on, I’m right here!” Rosa frantically entered her passcode. She pushed the door open as soon as she heard the telltale click of the lock disengaging, and quickly crossed the threshold of her home.

What greeted her was the sight of Vyn-cat pawing at her calf, mewling incessantly.

A quick glance at her living room told her that her apartment was intact; everything seemed to remain untouched—including the bowl of kibbles that she left for him to snack on in her absence.

“Meow. Meooow.” Vyn-cat still pawed at her leg, trying to get her attention. Its meows were unmistakably very needy now, even desperate, and Rosa had a faint inkling that the cat spent most of its day by the entrance of her apartment, waiting for her to come home. “Meooow.”

“I’m so sorry, the meeting took longer than I expected, and their office was located in the next town…” She dropped her things, quickly scooping up the cat into her bosom. “I’m here, ssh. I’m here, Vynnie. I’ll cook you something nice and we’ll play, alright? I picked up some cat toys on the way home!”

The cat started purring in her arms, yet did not stop its whimper-like meows.

“Now, now,” Rosa cooed at him as she made her way to the living room, her arms full of cat. “I’m here.” She nuzzled its head.

The cat, as if returning her affectionate gestures, started licking her cheek with its sandpaper tongue.

“Hey, that tickles!” Rosa turned to face the cat and chastise it, yet doing so had her accidentally receive one of its small sandpaper licks on her mouth, making it seem that the cat kissed her on the lips.

It all happened too quickly.

Rosa found herself lying down on the floor—Dr. Richter was too heavy for her to carry in his human form, after all—and the doctor found himself bracing over her prone body…

…With their lips joined together.

An accidental kiss that turned a cat into a prince.

They stayed in that position, frozen and unmoving, both still paralyzed with shock.

Dr. Richter, having instantaneously regained his complex human cognitive abilities, and most importantly, his sense of self, soon realized that he was laid out over Rosa in his absolute nudity.

He was planning to indulge in that soft contact of lips against lips, to push his boundaries, until he became acutely aware of something else awakening. This realization startled Dr. Richter into stark sobriety, and he abruptly pulled away. “I am sorry, sorry, do not look at me!” He desperately stumbled away, his hands haphazardly covering that which was growing between his legs. “Do not look at me! Please!”

Oh my god. Rosa touched her lips, her eyes glued to the high ceiling of her loft unit, still not out of it. Did…did we really kiss…?

She stayed put on the floor, unmoving, still touching her lips, trying her best not to forget how warm his lips felt; the wonderful way his heartbeat fluttered against her chest. Even if their lips did not move, it still happened, and she laid there, forcing herself to imprint that sweet experience into the deeper recesses of her memory.

But she can’t get enough of his nice scent…

“Rosa, where is your bathroom? I…I need a place to…hide for a bit…”

Her reply to his urgent question was rather strange, and she would spend a few moments later thinking why she even suggested it.

No, she knew, but she would need time to reflect on how and where she got the proverbial balls to suggest: “If you need a place to hide, hide in my bed!”

“I am sorry, but why?!” Dr. Richter was uncharacteristically panicking for some reason.

“Because it’s easier to explain why you’re in my bed than you holing out in my bathroom!”

What the hell, did I really just say that?

To Dr. Richter?

“What?!” His cry came out agonized, but she still heard swift footsteps run up to her upstairs bedroom and the dull sound of someone diving into her bed.

Darn, Rosa, you have Dr. Vyn Richter in your bed. Naked.

Her face burned a blush hotter than a thousand suns, baked and boiled in a soup of galactic ghost pepper sauce. “Oh my god. What have I done,” she whispered. But it was more rhetoric than anything else; again, she knew the reason why she had him in her bed, and she would happily indulge in the fruits of her little scheming after he leaves her apartment later.

It took half an hour for things to eventually calm down, and Dr. Richter called out for her, still buried in her bedsheets.

“Rosa? Ah…I am, as you can see, in quite a pickle. May I ask for your assistance?” Then he quickly added, “I am decent, so do not worry.”

“Sure, uh, I’m coming up.”

Rosa was greeted with the breathtaking sight of him half-buried underneath her blankets from his waist down; his lithe, muscular upper body exposed as he propped himself up against the headboard of her bed.

If this is decent for him, then I am a downright thirsty nun.

Rosa, still blushing, averted her gaze as she approached him. “How are you feeling, Dr. Richter?”

“...Fine,” came his delayed reply. “Fine. I am still sorry…I am also struggling trying to understand what has been happening. I…” He bit his thumb. “I think I need to spend some time alone. I will need to call someone, but since I do not have my phone on my person, may I trouble you to let me borrow yours, instead?”

“Sure. Knock yourself out.” Rosa handed her phone, after unlocking its screen for him. “Do you want me to leave?”

Dr. Richter shook his head. “No. But I may need to impose once more; someone would come for me with my clothes and personal effects.” He looked at her, and the pleading gaze he gave her looked all-too similar to Vyn-cat’s needier stares. “Once again, I am sorry.” His face transitioned into one of utter chagrin. “Ah, but for you to witness me at my lowest points…” He bit his thumb once again—a gesture that Rosa hadn't seen him do, until today. “...I am sorry. Please forgive me.”

“No, no!” Rosa desperately tried to placate him before he could swing into self-blame for something he did not have any say in. “It’s not your fault!”

Seeing that her words did not have any effect, she added, “I had fun!”

That seemed to work. “You did?” Dr. Richter stopped nibbling on his thumb nail. “My memories…as that creature is hazy at best, like a dream…” He closed his eyes, as if trying to dig around for fragments of memory, joining them together only to end up with a mismatched patchwork of images. “And I was not in control of myself. Again, as if I was watching a movie in a dream…”

Then he looked up at her, a soft smile touching his lips.

“But if it gave you amusement, then I suppose it was for the best.”

Rosa nodded. “Yeah. You were really sweet as a cat, Dr. Richter.” A pause. “I wouldn’t mind taking care…of you as a cat,” she added, a tad shyly.

His grin spread wider, as his golden eyes regained their sparkle.

“Heh. I am glad.”

===

The solidly-built, well-dressed gentleman who showed up on her doorstep—looking like someone straight out of a mafia movie, complete with a prominent scar over an eyelid—quickly dispelled her first impressions of him with a single soft, doting smile. “Ah, I am glad to finally meet the lady the young master has—”

“Ogier,” Dr. Richter’s voice cut in, all the way from the loft bedroom. His voice was glacial and forbidding; Rosa had never heard him talk that way before, and the stark difference from how she knew him scared her a little. “Please do not speak of anything unnecessary. Hand my items to my lady and wait for me outside.”

“As you wish, young master.”

If she still had any doubts as to what Marius told her about Dr. Richter’s background, that short exchange would have dispelled them in an instant.

He really is an aristocrat, Rosa realized as she climbed the stairs and handed Dr. Richter a bag containing his things. She then allowed herself another glimpse of his half naked body before she excused herself to allow him privacy.

It’s amazing how he keeps it to himself. In the end he really isn’t anyone different from us…

It only took Dr. Richter around ten minutes to finish dressing, and he descended the stairs almost looking like nothing had happened: he was attired in his usual waistcoat ensemble sans the white doctor’s coat, and the gentle smile on his face was only slightly marred with a tinge of melancholia.

“Are you free this Saturday, Rosa?” he whispered, his eyes openly pleading, making it known that there was only one correct answer, and that the answer was Yes.

“Yeah.” Rosa quickly nodded. “What do you want us to do?”

Her easy, comfortable answer eased Vyn, and his small tentative smile broke into one of relief. “I wish to thank you for everything you have done for me the past couple of days.” He took hold of both her hands, squeezing them tightly. “It would mean the world to me if you could come to my house this Saturday. Brunch time would do, if that is alright with you?”

And indeed, there was only one reply that Rosa could think of.

“Yes. Of course, Dr. Richter.” She returned his squeeze. “I’ll see you then.”

“Wonderful.”

===

Eventually Rosa was left alone in her home, but never lonely.

The fresh memories of what just transpired had sent her into a tizzy, and the sight of the long-ignored cat care supplies—a small cat tower, cat food bowl, litter box, bags of kibbles—sent her heart fluttering in an incomprehensible mess of emotions.

We kissed. We kissed.

She touched her lips once more.

We totally kissed.

Then she remembered: she had him lie down on her bed.

Naked. In her sheets.

Squealing in excitement—there was no one to witness her secret depravity, and she grabbed that one chance to experience him in such a sneaky manner—she ran upstairs and literally jumped into her bed. Impatient hands grabbed at the sheets by the fistful, and inhaled into the fabric as deeply as she could.

There it was: his scent of roses, wood, and musk.

His scent, saturating her sheets.

“Thank you!” She cried out to no one in particular as she rolled around in her bed. “Thank you!”

Somewhere in the world, a roaming fox grinned and, with a flick of its tail, ran off into a destination unknown.

===

Saturday, Vyn RIchter’s Residence

“Dr. Richter, what’s wrong?” Rosa asked as she placed her cup back onto its saucer. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

It was almost noon, yet the overcast skies granted them a balmy weather pleasant enough to let them take their elaborately-prepared brunch al fresco in his garden.

Everything was peaceful, and the gentle sun above cast its brilliant light over the garden, moist and dewy after being freshly watered by Dr. Richter’s own hands.

The spread laid out in front of them was nothing short of fantastic: a stack of Belgian waffles, a plate full of crepes filled with fresh fruit and cream, French toast served with bacon and eggs…among several other breakfast items—everything prepared by him.

Yet, as festive and pleasant as things around them were, Dr. Richter was still pensive and somewhat moody; and somehow, he surreptitiously brought his right thumb to his mouth from time to time, as if the paw-sucking habit as Vyn-cat had carried over even after he turned back.

“Dr. Richter? Anything I can do for you…?” Rosa asked once again, her olive eyes betraying her worry.

Vyn merely looked at her with a wan smile.

If I were still a cat, I would have gladly jumped into her arms, basking in her presence, her scent, her affection…

He bit into his thumb harder. But the option to easily give in to impulses as a cat is no longer. For as humans, we now have to deal with complexities of norms, social acceptance, languages…emotions…propriety…

I want nothing more than to be in her arms, listen to her as she sings to me, bask in her undivided, loving attention. Yet I no longer have the convenient excuse to touch her…kiss her…

“Dr. Richter?” Rosa was now pouting. “If you don’t tell me what you’re thinking, I’m going to be really sad.”

“I am sorry,” Vyn tried his hardest to smile; yet faced with the nexus of his innermost desires he could not help but lay bare his vulnerability. “Rosa. I do not plan on burdening you with my problems that resulted from my recent…adventure. At least, not yet.” He let out a bitter smile; his right hand fidgeted, he obviously wanted to suck on his thumb, yet he managed to wrest out the impulse by fiddling with the knife on his plate instead.

“All I can say is that as a cat…I was forced to face certain emotions that I did not want to deal with, and still do not. I thought I had gotten over these unpleasant memories, yet it seems that I have not.” A derisive laughter rose from his throat. “A simple case of ‘out of sight, out of mind’.”

“Dr. Richter,” Rosa said, this time not to ask, but as a way of calling for his attention, for him to listen to her. “I guess you’ve been lonely. I’m not going to ask for details, but I’m here telling you that if you need me to do something, I’m here.”

She gazed intently into his golden eyes that were clouded with a certain sadness. “I mean it. If I have to guess…” She gulped. She wasn’t actually sure—and what she was about to say was indeed a little bit on the scandalous side—but if it meant shocking Dr. Richter into telling her his actual problem, then it was a worthwhile risk to take.

“Do you want to do something you did as a cat? Something that gave you comfort? Like…”

She gulped. “When you suckled on my skin?”

The knife Vyn was fiddling with dropped onto the ceramic plate with a loud clatter.

Aha. Bingo.

“Rosa,” Vyn looked pained, now. “You do not know what you are talking about. I—”

“Oh, shut it,” Rosa gave him a warm smile as she undid the ribbon on the neckline and the first two buttons of her blouse, pulling at her collar to expose her collarbone. “It’s okay, really. If the idea of actually doing it is making you uncomfortable, maybe it can be our little secret?”

She is inviting me to do whatever I did as an animal. Vyn could not help but feel a little chagrined.

In the end, we are all animals, are we not?

“I am not a vampire, Rosa, I can certainly do without having to take your gracious offer,” Vyn said, a last attempt to make Rosa reconsider her offer. “There is also a matter of…propriety.”

Yet the way his hands grabbed onto the edge of the table—knuckles white—told otherwise.

Rosa noticed. “It’ll be our little secret,” she repeated. “Also, you’ve done so much for me, Dr. Richter. I’ve taken care of you as a cat, letting you do this isn’t the weirdest thing that’s happened between us.”

Ah. Gods. She will be the death of me.

“Then I…” Vyn pushed himself out of his chair, walking over to Rosa’s end of the table.

A death most welcome.

If there were any onlookers, or anyone who successfully peeked into the stolen moment happening in Dr. Richter’s rose garden, whatever they would see may spark rumors about a hot and heavy romance happening between Dr. Vyn Richter and his teaching assistant; or about Dr. Richter being a daywalking vampire.

Vyn gripped at the armrests of Rosa’s chair as he bent over her, his lips latched onto the side of her collarbone. He tried his best not to allow his tongue to touch her skin—as inappropriate as whatever he was doing to her already was, he still wanted to avoid pushing his boundaries too much and too early.

Yet as he indulged in the act of suckling her skin, the tip of his tongue touched her warm skin anyway, and her soft gasp made him stop and pull away.

And when he pulled away, only then did he notice that his pants had already tightened.

I have gone too far.

“I—” Vyn fell on both knees, kneeling on the ground beside her chair to ask for her forgiveness.

Yet before he could start the outpouring of apologies, Rosa merely smiled and ruffled his hair.

A slight breeze blew, tousling his silver hair even further; and from Rosa’s vantage point she thought she could see the tips of a pair of cat’s ears peek out from underneath his silken locks. She tried to touch them to confirm, but it was nothing more than a trick of the light.

“Ssh. I wanted to do it for you because you needed it.” Rosa cooed at him, as if she were talking to him as a cat. “Alright?”

When Vyn did not reply, instead looking at her with an intense, yet unreadable stare, Rosa stood up from her chair, and moved to settle herself at one end of the garden sofa.

She patted her lap. “Wanna curl up here, like you did as a cat?”

Vyn blinked. “What do you mean…?”

“Silly,” Rosa laughed. Her voice sounded warm, and his heart swelled with such affection upon hearing the chime-like sound. “Didn’t you like to curl up in my lap?”

“Well yes, but…” Vyn sounded positively lost.

“Obviously you can’t fit on my lap, but why not curl up here on the sofa and use my lap as a pillow instead? I’ll sing for you. Maybe it’ll help you calm down?”

Ah.

There are a lot of things dubious about a psychiatrist curled up on a sofa, his head on his teaching assistant’s lap; being sung to while receiving headpats.

As he sucked on his thumb.

“Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur…”

Yet neither of them paid any mind. Rosa kept on singing as her fingers combed through his hair, still imagining cat ears hidden underneath all the silver silk; and Vyn let himself indulge in what he thought he irretrievably lost when he turned back into a human.

Someday, I will earn the right to suckle, and mark her neck. Her skin. All mine to do as I wish…

Those were things to ponder on for a later time. But now, there is only one thing in Dr. Vyn Richter’s mind.

Bliss.

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Synopsis: Jake was toxic. You knew that. Then why are you still crying over him? Why are you trying to drink away your sorrows, while putting on your bravest face? If he was bad for you then why does everything hurt? Why do you always end up feeling like shit? Pairing: Jake x Fem! Reader, Heeseung x Fem! Reader Word Count: 1.9k Genre: Angst

Tears were a sign of weakness. That’s what you always told yourself at least. Crying was never going to solve anything. So why were you in your room crying your eyes out? Oh right, because you and your long term boyfriend broke up. That’s why.

I’m sorry. You hated those two words. They’ve never produced a positive outcome in your life before so what made you think that would change now? You knew he was only saying that to save his own ass. He didn’t mean it. Sucking in a shaky breath, you looked in the mirror at your weak state. Fuck him. You thought, trying to pull yourself together. Your friends would arrive in a couple of hours and you needed to be presentable enough to not make them worry. So you did what you always do. You pretended everything was fine and started getting ready for yet another frat party that your two best friends were dragging you to.

Ever since the break up, they’ve been dragging you to every party that they could find. You didn’t mind it as much, getting drunk and passing out was the only way to distract yourself from the constant ache in your chest. Even though this tends to work, the constant lump in your throat and pang in your chest said otherwise. It didn’t matter how much you drank and partied, the lump had made a home in your throat and was a constant reminder that you were not okay.

Hearing the buzz of your phone, you glanced over at it from across the room. A tinge of disappointment hits you when you realize it’s your friends calling and not someone else.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Y/n! We’re downstairs! Hurry down!” Taehyun yelled from the receiving end, before hanging up. You let out a sigh before walking over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room.

“You can do this.” You said out loud to yourself, before looking at your reflection over once more just to make sure you were presentable and made your way downstairs. The drive to the party was loud and obnoxious, which was just what you needed. Once you arrived, you realized the party was going strong. Many bodies were scattered across the front lawn and more were spilling out of the front door. You nervously grabbed Kai’s hand before the three of you started making your way inside.

“Y/n, wanna go get something to drink first?” Taehyun motioned towards the kitchen. You nodded, letting go of Kai’s hand, before grabbing Taehyun’s arm instead, to let him lead the way. After Taehyun shoved a red solo cup into your hand with whatever he had mixed into the drink, you made your way out of the crowded kitchen, into the corner living room. Motioning to Taehyun to come find you when he’s gotten his drink. There were countless bodies dancing as you leaned against the wall, just observing. Glancing around the room, a smirk graced your lips when you saw Kai nervously talking to his crush on the couch. This party seemed like just what you needed and you were starting to feel buzzed from the liquid in your cup. Everything was going well until you made eye contact with the last person you wanted to see tonight.

Jake noticed right away when you entered the house with Taehyun and Kai. You’ve been inseparable from them since the break up and it was rubbing him the wrong way. You belonged to him. His gaze never left you and when you finally noticed him, he shot you a sweet smile. You stared back at him, not reciprocating his actions. Your eyes widened as you noticed Jake started making his way over to you when someone tapped on your shoulder.

“You’re Y/n right?” The tall male asked.

“Depending on who’s asking?” You arched an eyebrow in question.

“I’m Heeseung. We have english together.” He responded, smiling wide. “Are you here by yourself?”

“Actually I-” You got cut off by an arm wrapping itself tightly around your waist.

“Hey baby, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Jake’s breath was hot on your ears as you stiffened from his touch.

“Oh, sorry man. I didn’t know she was taken.” Heeseung said, raising his arms in defense.

“I’m not taken.” You said, shaking Jake’s arm off of you. “As a matter of fact, I’m single and bored so if you wanna go somewhere else, that would be great.”

“Y/n, watch what you say.” Jake warned, between gritted teeth.

“Or what?” You scoffed. “We aren’t together anymore. What business do you have with me?”

“I’m just trying to protect you.” Jake replied, angrily grabbing your arm. You tried to pull yourself out of his grip but he was too strong.

“Hey now, I don’t think she wants your protection.” Heeseung interjected himself in between you two and pulled Jake’s hand off your arm, after he noticed your struggle.

“Babe, come on. I’ll forgive you if you just come with me.” Jake sighed, rubbing his temples.

“Fuck off! I’m not going anywhere with you, after what you did.” You spat, the influence of alcohol and anger taking control. “You can go fuck yourself or anyone else because I don’t belong to you.”

“Y/n, my patience is wearing thin. I’m giving you a chance to save our relationship here.” Jake’s hands were balled up into fists. He was beyond mad, but he had to get you because if you didn’t belong to him, then you couldn’t belong to anyone else either.

“Jake, I think you need to go cool down. She clearly doesn’t want to talk to you right now.” Heeseung said, placing an arm around your shoulders, trying to usher you away.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Jake yelled, landing a punch on Heeseung's jaw.

“Jake! What the fuck?! You’re being a psycho! Please just leave me alone!” You screamed, pulling Heeseung up and running away. You didn’t know how you managed to get Heeseung upstairs and into an empty room, but you did. Locking the door behind you, you turned to look at Heeseung’s busted lip.

“Heeseung, you’re bleeding!” You said, standing in front of him as he sat on the bed. You glanced around the room and grabbed the tissue box before dabbing his wound.

“Ah-ah I’m fine. Don’t worry.” Heeseung tried to reassure you but his wincing wasn’t convincing.

“I’m so sorry he did that to you.” You apologized, sitting beside him on the bed.

“Hey, it’s not your fault. He was being completely crazy back there.” He chuckled at the absurd situation.

“Still, if you didn’t stand up for me. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” You said, looking at your hands.

“I would’ve done it for anyone, but is there a specific reason why he’s acting like that?” He questioned, licking his sore lip.

“We broke up not too long ago because I caught him making out with another girl at school. Even after it happened, he didn’t accept that we were done but I was done. This wasn’t the first time that happened and I just can’t keep doing this with him. I can’t keep letting him treat me like shit and gaslighting me into thinking there’s something wrong with me and that’s why he’s cheating. But he kept apologizing and calling me nonstop. Well, except for tonight but then he had to be here of all places.” You explained, scoffing at the absurdity of the situation.

“I’m sorry he was such a jerk to you.” He frowned after listening to your story.

“It’s not your fault and you even got hurt because of me.” You said, swiping your thumb over his bruised lip. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the adrenaline, but whatever made you bold enough to pull Heeseung, a person who you just met, into a kiss was beyond you. He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, reaching one hand up to cup the back of your neck and deepening the kiss. You reached your hand up to run through his soft hair as you felt his other hand snake around your waist and you shivered at the familiar feeling. You only realized what was going on after you bit his bottom lip slightly and he winced, pulling away to lick the new blood that was pooling from his wound.

“I-I’m so sorry.” You stuttered, trying to catch your breath in the process.

“Don’t be sorry. I wanted that too.” He smiled at you and reached over to place his hand on top of yours.

“I don’t know what came over me. I just- I don’t think I’m ready for anything just yet so I don’t know why I thought it would be okay to just kiss you like that when-” You rambled on, trying to mend the situation.

“Y/n, listen. It’s okay.” Heeseung cut you off, cupping your face between his hands. “I understand if you aren’t ready for anything serious right now. But how about we just be friends?”

“Friends?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side slightly. Heeseung almost kissed you again because he thought you were the cutest thing ever just from the small gesture.

“Yeah, we can just be friends and see where it goes.” He said, caressing your cheeks. You nodded at his proposition. Leaning into his touch, you look down slightly embarrassed.

You spend a couple of hours just talking to Heeseung, forgetting the party was still going on downstairs. You only realize the time when Kai calls you to ask where you were because Taehyun is now sloppy drunk and you need to leave. You waved goodbye to Heeseung from the car as Kai drove off in the direction of your house. You spilled the tea to your two best friends, to the best of your ability, on the way and they were super upset that they weren’t there to put Jake in his place. Taehyun had his head on your lap in the back seat because he was getting dizzy but he still swears he could take Jake on if he had to. You giggled at his pouty expression, when Kai doubted his abilities. You were so lucky to have friends like them, who would do anything for you even if it means beating up someone. Once you arrive, you wish them a goodnight and quickly rush up to your room.

A buzz from your phone notified you of a text, you unlocked your phone to see a sweet text from Heeseung asking for you to text him when you get home and that he will see you on monday. You quickly reply before you throw your phone on the bed, making your way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. After you lay down, the events of the night hit you like a ton of bricks. Jake was there. He wanted you back. You told him no. Your chest starts to swell as you try to swallow the lump in your throat. Why did he have to be there and why are you questioning yourself again? You can’t go back to him. Not again. You feel your chest tighten and your lungs struggling to work. Turning on your side, you grab Jake’s T-shirt from under your pillow and you pull it close to your chest. You hated how his scent was the only thing that could calm you down when you were starting to get a panic attack. You also hated how you started thinking of Jake in the middle of kissing Heeseung. You hated how the feel of Heeseung’s lips and the way his arms wrapped around your waist made you think of Jake. As more tears fell from your eyes, you realized that the events from tonight didn’t change anything. You haven’t changed. Jake was still in your heart and you still feel like shit.

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Follicular Challenges

Narvi and Celebrimbor (Gen, no warnings)

Celebrimbor learns quickly that some things are non-negotiable in dwarven company. Fellowship of the Fics January trope challenge: Hair Braiding and Awful First Meeting.

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Celebrimbor could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. As he sat at the table surrounded by the masters of the Craftsdwarves Guild, the Architects Association and the Royal Company of Smiths of Khazad-dûm, he wondered to himself what had gone wrong. Looking from face to face, he noted the same scowl, the same cold, hard look and the lack of small-talk. And it wasn’t like these dwarves were somehow prejudiced against elves: he knew for a fact they would had worked together and traded with elven artisans before. But as soon as he had stepped through the door and into the private dining hall, something had changed.

There was one empty place at the table that was yet to be filled, and Celebrimbor eyed the brass markings on the fixture which held the dwarven daycandle, noting the late arrival of the individual. The thick, white wax cylinder burned low with the passing of each hour, an ingenious device that Celebrimbor had discovered marked the passage of time inside the mountain. Each daycandle was produced to the same exact specifications and calibrated as accurately as any elven astronomer could craft a sundial. Mesmerised slightly by the flickering yellow flame, Celebrimbor shook his head and jolted back to reality. The soup they had for their starting course was already gone, and some of the dwarves were muttering in quiet conversation as they waited for the meat to arrive on the table. Perhaps their dour mood was because they were hungry — was that it? No… not with the quantity of thick potato soup, bread, cheese, and ale they had all quaffed (Celebrimbor had only partaken of a ladleful of soup and a round of hard black bread; he’d watched the King’s Chief Smith eat a whole loaf with a pat of butter). Celebrimbor made eye contact with the Chief Smith and forced himself to smile. What he got in return was a stiff nod of the head, and then the dwarf quickly averted his eyes back to his companion.

The elf sighed. The empty place beside him was laid out for the Master Craftsdwarf of Moria. A meeting with the King himself had overrun, apparently, and the dwarf, Narvi, was on his way down. Celebrimbor sometimes forgot just how large the dwarrowdelf was, and that it took over a week to cross to the other side of it. There was something uncanny about mountain travel, hidden from the sun and star light. It felt very much to him like an endless labyrinth where time melted away with an elf’s senses. He had no idea how others of his kind could venture in so far, and shuddered internally at the thought of living down here.

The door opened after a couple more minutes of waiting, and Narvi was announced. Celebrimbor stood out of courtesy with the other dwarves, eager to get a glimpse of the craftsdwarf who he had been told so much about: it was he who Celebrimbor would be working with directly on the construction of the doors of Moria.

Narvi was a head shorter than most of the other dwarves — in fact, Narvi could have stood on his own shoulders and his nose would come up to Celebrimbor’s lips. His dark skin, so richly black that it almost shone blue, was beaded with perspiration. One of the dwarves handed him a handkerchief to mop at his face, and Celebrimbor distinctly heard Narvi mutter something about running half the way there, which drew a laugh from the crowd. Taking advantage of the fact that the silent scrutiny of his mere presence had lifted for a moment, Celebrimbor cocked his head to one side and studied him, head to toe. Aside from his diminutive stature, the dwarf radiated a self-confident energy and strode to his place at the table with a swagger. There was no mistake that he was handsomely paid for his skills: his thickly plaited hair was braided through with threads of silver and gold, and golden rings studded with handsome rubies hung from his nose and ears, mirroring the numerous rings on his fingers. Long-fingered, calloused hands gripped at a wide belt across his midriff, and as Celebrimbor stepped forwards to formally greet the dwarf, he noticed pure mithril on the toes of his shoes. No steel-toed boots for Lord Narvi, apparently.

“Hail, Narvi, and well met! I have heard many high praises about your work and I am pleased that you were able to join our gathering tonight. Come — you are placed beside me, that we may get to know one another better.”

The dwarf met his eye, craning his neck upwards to do so. A sleek eyebrow arched, his lips pursed, and the expression that crossed his face was one which might appear if he saw a cockroach scuttle out from underneath his dinner plate. “Indeed. Well met, Lord Celebrimbor,” said Narvi tersely.

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Celebrimbor steeled himself and knocked on Narvi’s study door. After a brief pause, he was bidden to enter. Whatever social error he had made, Celebrimbor would right it. He would not be the elf that soured relationships between his people and Moria. He would not allow his legacy to be tarnished like this.

Narvi glanced over his shoulder, and Celebrimbor could already see his jaw tighten. “Ah, Lord Celebrimbor,” said Narvi. His tone was clipped and strained, the tone Celebrimbor might use when trying to end conversation with an overstaying house-guest. Nevertheless, the elf bowed deeply, his hand across his breast. “Good evening. I — I wanted to speak with you, if I may?” Narvi gestured to an armchair across from his long drafting table, and Celebrimbor sat in it gingerly. The dwarf crossed the floor and threw himself down opposite him, gripping the armrests with both hands and his fingernails digging into the upholstery. His bitterness was palpable; his attitude towards the elf hadn’t changed a jot despite Celebrimbor trying to make conversation for the entire evening at yesterday’s dinner. What on earth was these dwarves’ problem? “I—” How was he going to begin? He grit his teeth and folded his hands across his lap. There was nothing for it than to get right to the point, and hope that the Narvi would appreciate his bluntness. His race always seemed to. “I fear that I may have done something to anger your companions yesterday. Many of them looked — well, they looked very displeased with me. I may say that you yourself do not seem disposed towards me. Please, if there is anything I have done to disgrace myself or my people, do inform me. They say elves live with their heads in the clouds, ignorant of the customs of our neighbouring races, and if that is the case here I beg you to enlighten me, for I intend no ill will or disrespect to you or any of your kind.”

He exhaled, running out of breath towards the end of his spiel, but at least that was now out and dealt with. His words hung in the air for a long while, but slowly the expression on Narvi’s face changed from one of coldness to one of bewilderment. His deep brown eyes widened, and he looked at Celebrimbor as though the elf had sprouted an extra rapidly-growing head. “You… you really don’t know?” Narvi asked quietly. Celebrimbor shook his head, a creeping feeling of unease rising in his stomach. Was he really so thick-skulled that his transgression was obvious to everyone aside from himself? “No,” he said earnestly. Narvi scratched behind his ear and then pulled unconsciously at a strand of beard hair. “Are… really?” he asked again, his voice rising in exasperation. “I am, unfortunately, that ignorant,” said Celebrimbor gravely. A flicker of a smile flitted across Narvi’s lips before it faded, and the dwarf’s shoulders dipped as his body relaxed into the back of the chair. “It is… well, do elves usually braid their hair? To go out in public?” It took Celebrimbor a moment before he realised they were indeed still on the same subject. “We may do, or may not,” he said carefully, trying hard to screen his words for anything that would dig him a deeper hole, “it is historical custom for the Noldor not to bind their hair and to leave it loose — though in battle or for work in our smithies, we do tie it simply with a leather strap in order to avoid any unpleasant accidents. There is no bias either way.” “Huh. Is that so…” Narvi sat back, taking stock of Celebrimbor as though suddenly being given permission to look at the elf for the first time. He seemed to be genuinely intrigued, eyes now wandering to take in the smith’s auburn, flowing hair that reached down to his elbows. “Is this about my hair?” asked Celebrimbor self-consciously, running his fingers through the locks. At this, Narvi balked and rapidly averted his eyes away to the open fire, grimacing in embarrassment. “It is — I am sorry nobody thought to tell you sensitively, my lord. We thought you elves… well, we thought you knew.” “Knew that…” Celebrimbor could tell that Narvi was forcing himself to make eye contact. His brows were knitted with pain, and he was biting his lip instead of speaking. Finally, he blurted it out, the words sounding as though they were being ripped from his throat. “Unbraided and unbound hair is a very rude custom among the dwarves. We thought that you purposefully left your hair loose.” He breathed in deeply and shut his eyes for a moment before refocusing them on Celebrimbor. “Sorry,” he said again. Celebrimbor grinned in relief, the muscles of his cheeks feeling as though they had been unused for months. Was that it? Was that all of this had been about? Hair? “In that case, master Narvi, I shall rectify the situation immediately! Do you have a mirror?”

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Narvi glanced away into a corner of the room as Celebrimbor’s fingers worked, holding a small mirror in front of the elf. It was the only mirror he had, but Celebrimbor vowed he wouldn’t set foot outside of the room before making himself proper in the eyes of Moria’s citizens. He ducked his head to one side and looked over the top of the mirror to the craftsdwarf. “What do you think?” The braids were simple: two fishbone plaits that hung over both temples, tied with string Narvi had found after rummaging around on his desk, and one simpler style that began from the top of his skull and finished at the nape of his neck, which the elf had fastened with an emergency hair tie he kept in his pocket for forge-working. It was a little lopsided, but it would do. All of this he swept back, so that the offending hair was neatly secured behind his shoulders. Narvi, looking relieved that Celebrimbor had finished (perhaps watching another braid their hair was simply far too intimate — he would enquire further once he got past this particular stumbling block), glanced over his head. A small smile broke out on his face and he nodded is approval as the elf turned, gesturing clumsily behind him. “Good enough, do you think, master dwarf?” “Aye — impressive that you did that in only a few minutes and with only a candle to see by! If I had tried that, it would look as if a dwarfling had let loose on my head.” Narvi brushed a handful of his own braids over one shoulder and looked at them proudly. They glimmered in the half-lit room, lusciously oiled and decorated today with stones of vibrant jade. He looked up slyly and grinned. “Though, I wager I have more hair than you.” Celebrimbor chuckled and sat down again. “Aye, I would not bet against that.” Narvi produced a bottle of something from underneath his desk and poured some into a glass, which he wiped off on a rag. The amber liquor was strong but Celebrimbor raised his glass and knocked it down in one — something else that earned him a raised eyebrow. “You shall look and drink like a dwarf now, then?” the craftsdwarf said, a gleam in his eye. Another pour, and another toast. Celebrimbor clinked the rim of his cup against Narvi’s, and they both held their hands there together for a moment. “I shall do whatever needs to be done to forge a bond between our people. And if that means imbibing more drink — I will suffer gladly.” He winked and drank again, relishing the sound of Narvi’s laughter rather than the dwarf’s scorn. “You know what, elf? I think we will indeed begin to like each other.”

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