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okay so y/n asks 2009-2010 tom to go to a party with her friend but tom doesnt allow, so she goes there secretly. at the end of the party tom waits y/n with his black lambo looking real mad and then he fucks her real hard because she basically escaped (do this like real rough and mean) (ONLY IF U WANT TO BTWW!!)😭

yess!

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PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Y/N wants to go to a friends birthday party but Tom knows that there will be a bunch of guys there and ones that he really didn't like. Y/N is really upset but decides to play it cool so she can sneak out later, she wasn't going to miss her friends birthday cause of Tom. A/N: AHHH WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), rough fingering, overstimulation, degrading

"Hey Tom, I'm going to my friends party tonight" I approached him as he cooked us lunch, he furrowed his eyebrow "which friend?" turning his head to face me, "casandra" I smiled and hugged his waist from behind.

He grunted, "the one who knows every single guy I hate" I rolled my eyes "Tom it's fine, they probably won't be there" he turned around and towered over me "no, you aren't going, I know what she's like and I know what those guys are like" he growled lowly.

"Tom! That's not fair it's her birthday!" I whined, he grabbed my arm softly "I said no, nothing you say will convince me, sit down and eat" he sighed.

I hesitated for a second but obliged, he was right, nothing would convince him, but that doesn't mean I don't have other ways. I kept my cool so he wouldn't suspect me of doing anything later in the night.

After dinner we cleaned up and watched a movie, I tried to make everything as smooth as possible and texted casandra my plan, we had decided that 12am would be the best time for me to arrive and that I'd call an uber.

As the movie finished I acted sleepy, slouching on him. I felt his arms wrap around me and lift me up, "time for bed baby.." he chuckled and carried me to the bed, plopping me on there and coming up behind me, spooning me tightly. "Goodnight..." I mumbled, my facade working perfectly.

"Goodnight baby girl, sleep well" he kissed the top of my head, nuzzling his face into my neck.

As Tom layed asleep, I slowly peeled his arms off me, getting up from the bed and slipping on the dress I had hid beside the bed. He slowly woke up, tossing and turning "mm, baby where are you going.." he mumbled.

I cursed under my breath and turned to face him, luckily it was dark so he couldn't see the outfit I was in right now. "Just going to the bathroom baby go back to sleep.." I whispered and walked into the bathroom, quickly doing my makeup and hair.

As I opened the door I heard Tom softly snoring, I sighed, feeling a bit guilty but knew I had to go to this party, after all it was my friends birthday.

I slowly walked to the window, opening it quietly and jumping out. There was grass on the bottom so it didn't make a lot of noise, then I quickly slipped my heels on and ran off, jumping into my uber.

I arrived at her house, music blasting from the inside, vibrating the ground. I stepped inside and greeted casandra, handing her a bottle of vodka I had stopped to get on the way as a present. She smiled brightly and kissed my cheek, running to her bedroom and stashing it there. As she came back she hugged me, "oh thank you so much that is my favourite brand of vodka" I chuckled "yeah I knoww, but why did you lock it away, aren't you gonna drink it tonight?" she scoffed "no way! That is special and it's expensive so I'm keeping it for myself" she tapped my chin teasingly, I smiled and apprecited what she'd done.

As the night strung along, I had 3 cocktails and 4 shots, I was pretty drunk but not too drunk and decided to leave it at that, I wanted to talk with people and have fun, not be blackout drunk and possibly get kidnapped.

I talked to multiple people, some of the guys Tom hated weren't that bad, they were respectful and really nice. The conversation never turned sexual and always focused on goals and achievements.

TOMS POV:

I woke up to a cold breeze hitting me, confused, thinking I had left the window open. I went to get up but realized Y/N wasn't in bed with me, I remember her getting up for the toilet but that was ages ago..wasn't it?

I checked the time and it was 4am, I got up and checked the bathroom, nothing, the kitchen, nothing, the living room, nothing.

Then it sparked and I realized what she had done, I shouldn't of fell for it, she acted too calm about the situation. Usually she'd get really upset and argue with me about it for hours but she was pretty accepting of it.

I rubbed my temples in frustration, anger coursing through my body. "For fuck sakes..she's in so much fucking trouble" I grunted and grabbed my keys, slamming the front door and getting into my car, speeding off to this shitty party.

Y/NS POV:

At this point the party was pretty much finished, everyone was either passed out in various spots around the house or had gone home. I decided to go outside and have a cigarette with the guy I was talking to. We talked about high school and all the stupid things we did.

As I was taking a drag of my cigarette I suddenly heard crackling sounds, screeching of tires filling the air, I rolled my eyes and assumed it was some stupid teenagers doing burnout, but I listened more closely, a small squeeking noise, the noise that hit too close to home.

A sound that would only come from Tom's car, my eyes widened as I realised I had been caught, there was no way I was going to be able to walk tomorrow. I thought I successfully got away with it.

I watched as Tom's car came to a halt, his dark figure emerging from the car and storming over towards me. When the light illuminated his face I saw the pure rage and disgust in his eyes, his fists clenched at his sides and his chest heaving up and down.

"Why the fuck did you sneak out" he yelled "and why the fuck are you with him?" he scoffed, mocking the guy. He just rolled his eyes and walked off, giving me a 'goodluck' look.

"I knew you weren't going to be convinced with anything I said so I took matters into my own hands" I said non chalantly, shrugging my shoulders. I saw anger flash in his eyes, he grabbed my arm roughly "I'm not fucking dealing with your attitude, wait till we get home" he growled lowly, dragging me to the car.

No matter how angry he was, Tom never ever hit me, not a single finger or anything. He wasn't so rough with me to the point where I was bruised or hurt. Yes, he can be rough at times but the thought of hurting me has never crossed his mind.

He shoved me in and got into the drivers seat, starting the car and speeding off back home. I slouched in my seat, "I wasn't going to miss my friends birthday party because you don't approve of a group of guys, they weren't even bad, they were so nice to me" crossing my arms, his grip tightened on the wheel, his jaw clenching roughly.

"Shut up, you dont know what they're capable of" he pulled into the driveway, I got out of the car and slammed the door, walking inside the house. I set down my things on the couch and sat down, sighing deeply. My head was throbbing from all the alcohol, Tom emerged into the room and looked down at me "go to the bedroom and strip, now" he demanded, his tone cruel and dark.

I scoffed "no, I'm going to sit here and watch a movie and then go to bed" he chuckled angrily and grabbed me, pulling me closer to him. He towered over me, looking at me threateningly "do as your told or you won't be able to walk at all tomorrow" I sighed in defeat and walked upstairs, stepping into our shared bedroom, taking my dress off.

I threw it to the side and clipped my bra off, sliding my panties off, disposing of those too. I sat on the bed and waited for him, nervous and excited for what awaited me.

I heard Toms heavy footsteps coming closer, he stormed into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. "Always acting like a fucking brat" he walked towards me, pulling me up and smashing his lips into mine, I moaned into the kiss, giving him access to shove his tongue into my mouth.

Our tongues fought for dominance, his hand sliding down to my ass and giving it a harsh smack, I yelped and pulled away. His head buried into the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking harshly, leaving marks everywhere, "you're mine.." he growled, pushing me onto the bed harshly, climbing on top of me and loosening his belt, taking his pants off in a hurry, rage still filled in his eyes.

"Can't even listen to me, you have to act out" he reached out and grabbed my thighs pulling them closer towards him, I felt his clothed erection press against my aching pussy, "mm..please.." I mumbled, begging for his cock.

He grabbed my hair roughly, tugging on it, "don't be impatient, or you'll get nothing" he spat, I whined as I watched him pull his cock out. It stood tall, throbbing and super veiny.

"You're going to take it like the fucking slut you are, ok?" he demanded, grabbing my chin roughly to face him, I nodded and bit my lip, feeling his tip tease my entrance.

I knew I couldn't complain, all I had to do was sit there and painfully wait for his massive cock to punish me. "Oh fuck!" I cried out as he shoved half of his length in, my pussy resisting his cock. He grunted and grabbed my hips, digging his nails into them and leaving deep marks on the skin, trying to push himself in more.

"Fucking hell" he groaned, spitting on his hands and rubbing it onto the rest of his cock, slowly pushing in and fitting all of himself in me. I felt super full, unable to even think.

"Fuck.." I whispered my head lolling back, he chuckled evily, retracting his cock and slamming it back in, creating a brutal pace, his tip instatly hitting my g spot, abusing it.

"Ah! Too much Tom!" I whimpered, he growled and went faster, "you shouldn't of acted up so much..could've avoided this" his cock rammed in and out of me, my pussy able to handle everything that was happening.

Tom was pretty big, 8 inches. Even when he was gentle it hurt. But he always made sure I was ok, I guess this time was different, his cock balls deep in me, pounding into me mercilessly.

The pain slowly turned into pleasure, my clit was aching, desperate for attention. I cried out, grabbing one of his hands and moving it to his clit, he chuckled "so needy huh? my cock can't satisfy you enough?" his fingers latching onto my clit and rubbing rough circles.

"Such a slut.." he mumbled, growing more and more impatient. "You're so lucky, I give you everything and yet you still fucking act out", I whimpered "sorry..", he rolled his eyes "sorry won't cut it" his grip loosening on my hips and removing a hand off my clit, moving to my breasts, squeezing them tightly.

I moaned as his fingers grazed over my sensitive nipples, wrapping my legs around his waist and bringing him in closer, the pleasure hitting me in intense waves, making me arch my back.

Tom grinned as I arched my back, his head diving into my tits, sucking them cruely, his teeth biting my nipples softly.

I felt a knot building in my stomach, slowly coiling down to my core, his hips slapping against mine in a rhythmic pattern, he took me hard and fast, his breath came in ragged gasps as his release built up.

"Cum with me baby.." he growled, catching my lips in a rough kiss. I kissed him back, his tongue slipping into my mouth. With every powerful thrust, he relished the feeling of my body wrapping around him like a second skin. "Holy fuck...gonna cum" he groaned, my tight walls clenching around his cock sent waves on pleasure coursing throughout his body.

With one last brutal thrust he emptied himself in me, painting my walls white. Shortly after his orgasm I came too, my body shuddering as i did.

He slowly pulled out, crawling behind me on the bed and grabbing me, pulling me closer. I felt his cock pressed up against my back and his fingers slithering around to my pussy, sliding 2 figits in my pussy and pushing our cum back in.

I whimpered, the overstimulation setting in, "tommy no! too much!" I complained, tears falling down my cheeks, "shut up.." he said coldly, thrusting his fingers in roughly, curling his fingers at my g spot.

"Cum for me again.." he growled, slamming his fingers in and out. I was so wet that the wrong move would send his fingers flying out of me. He held me tightly and reached his thumb up to rub my clit.

I was becoming super overstimulated, the pleasure way too much for me. "Tom!" I cried out, nearing another orgasm.

"Cmon!" he shouted, pounding my pussy with his fingers, my pussy clenched again, engulfing his fingers. "Fuck yeah.." he muttered, teasing my g spot.

"Mmm! Gonna cum!" I cried out, cumming all over his fingers, whimpering as the orgasm hurt a little. He pulled his fingers out, licking the juices off clean.

He looked down at me, my body shaking and my eyes droopy, "oh baby..you're so sleepy" he chuckles, grabbing my small frame and laying us properly on the bed, holding me tight.

"This is what happens when you disobey me baby..you know that" he sighed, "when will you learn" he stroked my hair softly as I fell asleep in his arms.

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lexxierave · 2 months

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Crossing Paths - Sirius Black Part 9

~Flashback Continues~

"Ah Mrs Black. Lovely to see you." I greeted her sweetly. "Sirius was just going to show me the powder room."

Her narrowed black eyes stared at us closely before she spoke again "It can wait. I'd love to here more about you and your parents." She sternly said.

I took a small nervous glance at Sirius. He just gave me a small apologetic smile in return. Almost like he knew his mother was going to grill me about my views and upbringing.

"Follow me." She ordered as she started walking up the stairs and into another room.

We silently followed her to what seemed to be some sort of drawing room. I glanced at the wall and notice a family tree of some sort. A few faces looked like they were blasted off.

"Shut the door Sirius." She instructed once she took a seat. "Now dear what are your views on filthy mud-bloods?"

I strongly resisted the urge to make a face at the mention of that ghastly word and mulled over my words carefully.

"They should be pitied. Trying to compete with the old magic of pure bloods." I recited my father's words

Those words that have been drilled into my head for years. I'd love to see them try to take on Lily Evans.

"Yes. Pitied and wiped out." She agreed "You surprise me. I would have never thought my disgrace of a son would actually make a friend I would approve of. And when my dear Regulus started talking about you I had to be sure you were the same girl."

"Of course. I can understand the concerns of a mother." I started in an understanding tone.

"Yes, which is why a brought you here. The true measure of a person is based on their fears." She smiled wickedly eerie smile at me.

Her words sent terror and confusion across my mind. I glanced at Sirius and he immediately froze, the color draining from his face as his eyes glued to a cabinet in the drawing desk beside his mother.

Without saying a word she flicked her wrist and it opened. What came out was a trunk. Not just any trunk though the very one I had been locked in when I was younger.

Tears threatened to fall before I realized what I was facing, a boggart. Small rasping sounds a young child could be heard crying for help and banging against the wood.

Mrs.Black waves her wand again and the creature disappeared back inside the cabinet.

"Very interesting. You may go now." She calmly said as she rose up and stalked towards the door. "Sirius go help your friend clean up."

I hadn't noticed the tears that streamed down my face until she left and Sirius rushed over and started wiping them away.

"I'm so sorry. I knew she was going question you but I never thought she'd use the boggart." He gushed pulling me into a tight hug as I let my tears fall down my face and on to his shoulder.

"She's more horrible than you said." I cried out

We stood like that for what felt like eternity until my tears dried and I had calmed down. I hate what she did to me. Just to see my value. I was now furious. I could only imagine what Sirius went through all summer long. And every summer before now.

I pulled away from him and stormed out of the room and up to his room. He followed close on my heels not saying a word until his door was shut again.

"I can understand if you want to leave and if you hate me." He began worried my angry was directed at him.

"I don't hate you Sirius. You can't control the family you're born into. But we can control when and how this party ends." I declared pacing in front of him to try an settle my nerves.

"Oh? What do you have in mind?" He asked intrigued

I walked to my bag and pulled out my wand and a small cage. "I was saving these beauties from Avery and his gang but seeing as they're here I guess it won't be a total waste."

"Are those pixies?" He voiced with surprise.

"Yes, they are. They can be easy to handle but they'll get the job done." I told him.

"Perfect but once they're loose you need to leave. I can handle the rest on my own." He urged.

"Are you sure? Your mother is a real piece of work." I pressed with worry.

"Yeah I'll just slip over to one of my other mates if things get too bad." He promised me.

I nodded in agreement and we set out to put an end to the downstairs party.

When we got close to the base of the stairs but still out of view I looked at the pixies "Now there's a terrible boring party down there. Why do you lot go down and liven it up." I suggested as I opened the cage.

We watched them zoom down and soon heard the cried from the party goers.

"Now it's time for your grand escape." Sirius said taking my hand as he led me through the maze of screaming pure bloods to the fireplace.

I glanced at the fireplace and back to him. I didn't want to leave him here alone but his pleading eyes told me he needed me to leave.

"You better write me and let me know your still alive after this." I halfheartedly joked.

"I'll send an owl as soon I leave." He promised raising our connected hands and giving my hand a kiss.

I, again, nodded at a loss for words at his actions as my cheeks started to feel hot.

I entered into fireplace and called "McCoy household." as I waved goodbye to my evening's date.

Soon the familiar look of my living room was before me and I climbed out.

I absentmindedly walked up to my room and threw myself on my bed. Who knew a simple favor would have turned out like this.

*I just hope he's ok. If he dies, I'll bring him back and kill him myself.* I thought as I let out a big breath of air.

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kijiboop · 2 years

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Rare Chars: Wes Mondale

Invisible

The thunderclap that blasted a stranger clean off his feet from the middle of a clear blue sky was barely noteworthy compared to the string of newspaper headlines that followed. The lottery forgery. The missing parents returned with severe sunburns and no explanation how they'd gotten to and from Bali without a passport. The final cessation of the bigfoot sightings and the alcohol and pornography thefts. The SUV tipped over in the middle of the street, leaving three ten-year-old boys traumatized and refusing to talk about their experience.

The one that really got me, though, was watching Hope Casey wander away from Lucky Chin's like she had just walked out of a dream. A few seconds later, Wes Mondale followed her, his head down and his expression quiet and closed. I watched them both as I'd watched the rest of this town for the last thirty years: passive but curious, on the outside always looking in. It was a side effect of being both a social outcast since middle school and a newspaper reporter.

I had gone to school with both Hope and Wes, though neither of them knew I existed. Wes had had tunnel vision about Hope since forever and Hope never saw anything outside her immediate social group. Neither of them had spotted me--chubby, studious and quiet--except for the time one of Hope's carousel of boyfriends had started picking on me. She'd been kind to me in that blasé way rich or beautiful people tend to be kind to the ugly and less fortunate. Her boyfriend had lost interest and I had melted back into the garish lime-green high school walls.

Wes had always fascinated me. He was smart, almost as quiet as I was, and had a mildly geeky manner that appealed to me. But I'd never really been able to get myself together enough to speak to him, except for the occasional "sorry" in the hallway if we bumped into each other. That had persisted past graduation and into adulthood. The geeky manner didn't fade as he grew up, but he did seem to grow into his nose and ears eventually. Maybe it was just that I'd quietly fallen in love with him when I wasn't paying attention, but he grew into easily the most attractive man in Concrete. Which didn't really help my shyness around him.

When Jenny Rappahannock reported in the lifestyles column that Wes and Hope had announced a surprise engagement nearly a month ago, I had a surprise of my own: I called in sick to work for a week and hid in the bottom of a cheap bottle of wine. Wes had gotten his dearest wish: Hope could finally see him.

But now... the engagement seemed to be off. Hope had returned to her usual blinkered bubble and Wes had gone back to being invisible. This time, I told myself, I wouldn't stay in my own shadows. I was going to make sure he knew that he was seen, had been seen and had always been seen.

I fell into step beside him when he made the turn toward the bus station. "Hey, Wes," I managed to blurt out.

He blinked and looked at me, dark eyes still not quite focusing on anything outside his own mind. "Yeah?"

"You look sad," I said. I felt like an idiot but it was the only thing I could find to say. And it was true. "Are you okay?"

Wes flinched back from the words and turned away. "Not really." His tone said he didn't want to talk about it, either, his body language the equivalent of a door shutting in my face. I kept pace with him and it took him a moment or two to realize I wasn't evaporating this time. "Do I know you?"

"Shannon," I supplied. "Mr. Janacek's Algebra class."

His eyebrows arched high and he paused to actually consider me. "High school?" When I nodded, he blinked rapidly like he was trying to sort out his thoughts. "Sorry, it was a long time ago."

"Not that long," I said quietly, "but I don't blame you for not remembering me."

Something about my words seemed to register and his confusion seemed to ease slowly out of his face, replaced by something like empathy. "Yeah, most people don't remember me, either."

"More than you think, apparently." He looked puzzled and I smiled at him. "Me, Wes. I mean I remember you."

"Huh." Wes rocked back on his heels and rubbed one hand through is hair, looked embarrassed. "I guess I thought I knew all the people from school who were still around. There's only a handful of us. You've been here since graduation or did you go away to school?"

"Community college," I said. "My mother was sick and I needed to stay to help her." Butterflies hammered against the inside of my ribcage as I took a step I'd been daydreaming about for years. "Do you... wanna get a drink or something?"

Wes stared at me so long that I began to wonder if his brain had shorted out. He took a long breath in, then out again and smiled at me. "Yeah. Sure." It wasn't a bright smile, wasn't even a shadow of a happy smile. But he still smiled at me and said yes.

Ernie's Tavern wasn't far from Lucky Chin's, so we walked there. We made small talk as we walked, Wes shorting his stride just enough so I could keep up without having to jog. We settled at the bar, ordered some drinks. When Wes had half-finished his beer, he looked over at me and said, "Thanks for saying something."

"What do you mean?"

He shrugged. "I guess I needed to get my head out of my ass. I've been getting a lot of reminding of that in the last 24 hours." I tilted my head, curious. "My fiancé and I broke up," he supplied.

"I'm sorry," I murmured. I was sorry that he was hurting, though I wasn't sorry to see Hope going her own way. "What happened?"

Wes stared into his glass, slowly turning it so the beer washed around the inside. "Someone reminded me that we don't always get what we want." He took a drink, then smiled at me, that same sad smile from the sidewalk. "And that what I want wasn't really what Hope wanted."

"What do you want?" I found myself asking.

Wes chuckled and shook his head. "I'm not even sure anymore. I thought I wanted her to love me. I just wanted... her to love me because she wanted to. Not because I wanted her to." He glanced at the confusion in my face. "Sorry, I know that doesn't make sense. I guess it's like... if a genie gives you three wishes and you wish for someone to love you, it's not the same as them ACTUALLY loving you. They're just doing what they're told."

I sipped from my drink, wondering how to approach his rambling thoughts. "So, she decided she didn't want to love you?"

"She never wanted to love me," Wes said quietly. "It just took me a while to realize that. Even when she could see me, she still didn't know me." He looked up after a moment, his expression hurting.

"She agreed to marry you, didn't she?" I asked.

"Not because she wanted to."

I shook my head. "I don't think I understand."

Wes let out a long sigh. "It doesn't make sense and I can't explain it without sounding crazy."

"I write for the CND," I chuckled. "Nothing surprises me anymore. I covered a Big Foot sighting where he stole porn and Irish crème."

He was quiet for far longer than I thought the comment warranted, but after finishing his beer, he turned to face me on his bar stool, his jaw set and his expression serious. "Promise you won't laugh. Even if you don't believe me."

"I would never laugh." It came out more earnest than I had intended but Wes didn't seem to notice.

"The wishing well at Lucky Chin's," he said in a half-whispered rush, "works. Well, it used to work. A couple of guys came and fixed it so it doesn't anymore but it worked. I wished Hope would love me and she did and it was... not what I expected."

"Wishes usually aren't," I replied.

Wes blinked in surprise. "You believe me?"

I shrugged. "I'm willing to entertain the idea that the paranormal is real. Especially if there's evidence. If you say you dropped a coin in a wishing well, made a wish and your wish came true, I'm willing to say something outside the realm of normal life occurred to support that idea." At his baffled expression, I grinned and added, "I'm an agnostic, Wes. I think the same thing about God. Give me proof of the existence of anything and I'm willing to reconsider my world-view."

"So... if my proof is that I wished for it and she agreed to marry me, moved in with me and started to cry any time she thought I might not love her?"

"And two guys came to 'fix it' and she stopped doing that?"

"Right."

I nodded. "I believe you."

Wes stared at me. "Just like that?"

I grinned and nodded. "Just like that."

"Wow. I wish I was that flexible."

"Careful what you--"

"Wish for, I know." Wes smiled and this time, it was an actual smile. "Why have we never talked before?"

I answered his smile with a wry, half-smile of my own. "You never saw me before." He winced. "Not your fault. With someone like Hope walking around, there wasn't much reason to see someone like me."

Wes pondered this for a while. When the bartender came around, he ordered another beer and glanced at me. "Refill?"

"Please."

The bartender brought our drinks and vanished down the bar again, leaving us in thoughtful silence. "You were... what, class of '87?"

"88'."

"And you were in Janacek's Algebra?"

"Advance placement." Wes glanced at me, clearly impressed and I grinned. "I was bored in 8th grade math, so they moved me up."

Wes tilted his head to study me again and I could feel my cheeks flushing. "I would have remembered an 8th grader in Algebra."

"I was there," I retorted, "so clearly you don't." He looked like he wanted to say something, then paused to think again and shook his head, dismissing it. "I was quiet," I added. "Nobody much noticed me. At the time, it was a blessing. I was scared of everyone in that class, you included."

"Me?" Wes laughed. "Why would you be scared of me?"

"Do you remember being in eighth grade?" I chuckled. "Anyone older than you is terrifying, especially if you're the only one there who's younger." Wes nodded acceptance and I continued, "I didn't answer questions in class unless directly called on, so I went under the radar. Well, except for you when you tried to cheat off my paper."

"What!?"

I grinned. "Quarterly exams, you were stuck and sitting next to me. Nobody was looking except me." I watched in satisfaction as his face turned red, right up to his ears. "Didn't get caught, no harm, no foul. But I kept my arm around my paper after that."

"I didn't know that was you."

"Obviously."

He paused, then whispered, "Thanks for not turning me in, then. I barely passed that class. I probably would have failed if I hadn't cheated on that test."

"You're welcome." I sipped my wine. "I would have helped more if you'd asked me, you know. It was the stealing that bothered me, not the sharing of answers."

He raised his eyebrows. "I guess I never thought of asking. I didn't think anyone would have said yes."

"Never know until you ask."

Wes stared into his beer for a second, drained it, then turned to me and said, "Can I get your number? Give you a call sometime?"

I had to bite my lip very hard to keep from laughing at his delivery: he was far drunker than he probably should have been on three beers but I wasn't going to knock him down at this point. "I would like that," I said with a smile. He handed me his phone and I typed in my number, then handed it back. "Just as long as I'm not just a rebound date."

"Rebound?" Wes seemed genuinely confused for a moment, then blinked and chuckled. "Oh, you mean after Hope. Honestly, it wasn't even a real thing. Not really."

"Might have been magic influencing her but it was still real for you."

His face sobered and he considered my words. "Maybe," he said softly. "But just talking to you feels different from anything I've done before. Magic or no magic." He paused to give me a squinty stare. "You didn't drop a coin in a wishing well or something, did you?"

I grinned. "Never even crossed my mind."

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roundedears · 1 year

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I never saw it coming.

{part one.}

It was early. The sky was overcast, and the sun was just barely peeking over the horizon. I was out in the fields, tending to my wheat, when I heard it.

A strange sound... It sounded almost like...

Almost like a Guardian...

But that was impossible. The Guardians had been destroyed after the returned Hylian Champion put an end to that damned Calamity.

Curse the name of Ganon, and all of his ancestors!

I tucked my scythe into my belt and approached the noise. I'd always been far too curious, Elaine had always told me so. But I wasn't about to back away, not after the next sound.

A groan of pain... nay, of agony.

"'Ello there?" I called. "Stranger? Is everything alright?"

A man staggered to his feet, facing away from me. Just before him, something seemed to wink out of existence.

My face whitened, and the tips of my ears twitched as I saw him.

His ears... by Din, his ears!

He looked Hylian... but his ears... they were rounded off, not pointed like ours.

My scythe came out again, with shaking hands.

"Stranger?..." I said cautiously.

He shook his head, as if to clear it, and turned to face me.

His clothing was strange... his tunic was... one solid piece, more like a cloth draped over his upper body, and his trousers had... pockets? And his shoes?! What were those?! They looked like some kind of... pretend leather?

His face was more rounded than most Hylians... something was clearly different, and he was clearly in pain; he was squinting, and had a hand to his forehead. He looked in rough shape...

"Stranger, do you need any help?" I asked, stepping closer to him. "We have a spare bed you can sleep in, and my wife would be more than happy to patch you up."

He stumbled toward me, and I barely caught him before he hit the ground. He was unconscious...

"Elaine!" I called toward the house. "Get the spare bed ready, we have company!"

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"He's resting." She said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "He should be just fine."

I sighed, and sank into my chair. "You find any injuries on him?"

She shook her head, and squeezed my shoulder gently. "Nothing bad... he seems mostly exhausted. A few bruises and scratches, but nothing serious. Probably a run-in with those blasted Bokoblins..."

I kissed her hand gently. "I'm goin' back into the field. Can you keep an eye on him?"

She kissed my cheek. "Of course, love. I'll holler if he wakes up."

I stood, and hugged her briefly. "Keep him fed, and don't let him leave. I want to know who and what he is. After all, he was on our property.

---

Hours passed, with no word from the man. She gave him water every hour or so, dripping it slowly into his mouth.

I finished up my work, and immediately came to check on him. He hadn't stirred... he was still unconscious.

"He did say something." She said. "I couldn't make much of it. 'Anyim... Gotta get home...' And... he... he said..."

She leaned into my shoulder. "Honey... he said Ganon..."

A cold flush went through my skin.

Ganon...

"Don't worry, love." I said calmly, patting her back. "I'm sure it was a nightmare of his. People have nightmares about that damned creature all the time. Nothing to fear."

"I'm scared..." She whispered. "Phyran, love, what... what if He's back? What if... what if he comes through here? You heard the stories... of what that Malice stuff did..."

I nodded. "Don't be afraid, love. The Champion is helping to clean up that horrid stuff. The Calamity is gone. He's long gone. He ain't coming back to hurt us..."

.....

She'd lost her family to that monster. His Malice corrupted all who came into contact with it. They were possessed... there was no other word for it. They were taken by some deep desire... it stripped them of humanity. They became monsters.

Her parents had been some of the first victims. They had almost brought down their whole village... Torn down each citizen as they passed...

She was there when a spear was put through her father's eye. When her mother's head was removed with an axe... when her brother was struck down by dozens of arrows...

When her family home burned...

.....

We both flinched at the noise from the other room. It was some mix between a yelp of fear and a groan of pain.

When we came in, the man was huddled against the end of the bed, shaking.

"Well hey there." I said quietly, sitting on the end of the bed. "You feeling any better?"

He looked back and forth between us. The man- No. Not a man, only a boy, maybe seventeen. His state had made him look so much older...

The boy gulped, and spoke. His language... it seemed familiar, but I didn't understand it.

I understood the fear in his voice...

"Listen, son, I don't understand you." I said slowly. "You have a name?"

He perked up at the word "name".

"Mitch." He said. This much was easy to understand, but it sounded so... foreign.

"Mitch?" I said, testing the word in my mouth.

He nodded, seeming excited.

"Name?" He said, pointing at me. He pronounced it wrong, like a young child. He didn't seem to know my language any better. At least we had one word in common...

"I'm Phyran." I said slowly. I pointed at my wife. "This is Elaine."

"Fire... ant?..." He muttered. "Phy?" He looked at Elaine. "Lainy?"

I laughed. "That works. Can you tell us how you got here?"

He seemed confused. We really had nothing in common...

I sighed. "We'll go into town in the morning." I told Elaine. "See if anyone understands him. Maybe someone will recognize him."

I put a hand on her shoulder as I stood. "I'm going to bed. You can join me if you're done with him."

She nodded. "I'll try to teach him how to ask for food, at least. Get him something to eat. He looks starved."

I laughed, and kissed her on the cheek. "You're such a mother, 'Lainy'."

---

I laid back on the bed with a sigh, thinking.

This boy... he seemed... otherworldly. Something about him didn't feel like anything familiar.

And that... strange rift behind him, before... something was wrong about this boy.

After a few minutes, Elaine came in, and carefully laid against me. I curled around her, hugging her to my chest with a smile.

"Good night, love..." I muttered, closing my eyes.

"Sleep well." She mumbled back, tucking her face against my chest.

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"The damn boy simply VANISHED?!"

The small man shrunk back from his master's fury. "M-master... The portal... it opened miles away from where we m-meant it to... The boy is here, within the kingdom, b-but we know not where-"

The hooded man swept up from his throne and approached the window. "Igon... find the boy... before I use YOU as the sacrifice!"

The little man was magically swept up from the floor and tossed into the air, shrieking in fear. "Yes, Master Anyim!" He yelped, scurrying out the door.

The man scowled, looking out over the terrain of Hyrule.

We have all the pieces... We only need the boy of another world... and the chosen hero... and my master can be returned.

His perch was exactly where no one would look; the centerpiece of the kingdom. It wouldn't be the first time evil lurked within the castle walls, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

{part two}

#legend of zelda #breath of the wild #rounded ears #phyran #writing #fanfic #they hadn't announced BOTW2 when I started writing this #nothing lines up anymore-

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