It's that time of year!

Frog time frog time frog time frog time!!!

pickerel frog (Lithobates palustris)

And I believe the second one is an especially dark southern leopard frog (Lithobates sphenocephalus)

Jimmy grinned as he stepped back from the boiling skillet to make sure he didn't burn himself,despite being immune to fire it had become a habit

He moved the handle so he wouldn't run into it,the canary wings ruffled behind him at the sound of someone running through the grass as well as unintelligible shouting

Peeking out the large door,the blonde raised an eyebrow at the sight of Martyn and Scott standing on the path while looking around frantically before the sound of a familiar laugh made its way to the trios ears

"Watch where you step" the fourth member paused for a few seconds,clearly trying to calm down "You could—oh!" Jimmy decided to cut Oli off by picking him up from the tall grass

The transporter was the first to look over with a sharp glare before marching over "Oli you gave me a heart attack!" Scott sounded before pointing back towards the chillager who was finally making his face over

The shorter simply grinned before somehow manoeuvring his way out of Jimmys hands and  making his way up the canary's shoulder before sitting down,his smile simply getting wider

"Well you see I heard from a little trickster that you 'marked' my best friend" Oli pouted before he gestured for the bad guy to stretch out his arm,which Jimmy did so with little questions "Now shoo you bully's! Leave us be" with that the yellow skinned man lightly hit both of them on their cheeks before retreating to his previous spot

Watching the cyanette try to salvage some words before giving up and turning around was hilarious for Oli and Jimmy to watch,especially with Martyn yelling after Scott despite the obvious chuckles coming out his mouth

Turning back into his pink palace,Jimmy checked up on the steak he had put on previously "So what did Fwhip tell you exactly? " He asked with a raise eyebrow,setting the shorter down

Oli sat down on the counter with a small huff however making sure to not sit on one of the three stoves "Simply what happened" a look of disbelief must of appeared on Jimmys face considering the loud laugh that escaped Oli's mouth "He said that Scott was now bounded to you and marked you or something I wasn't listening,spooking Callum was funner" he shrugged at the last part

A groan escaped Jimmy's throat as he looked down before scooping up the steak and eating a small bite of it "No,it's not the way you think Oli it's just something to do with Scott's powers" he grinned as he pulled out his communicator "Wanna see?"

Oli glared at the bright blonde before a standing up with his hands on his hips "Not at all Jimmy boy! That man will most definitely kill me so I best be off" He jumped off the counter,wincing when he lost a few ticks of hearts before grinning up again while adjusting the chest around his head

Jimmy watched as he scurried off into the grass and seemingly towards the snowy mountains despite the waypoint that connected everyone together,a small chuckle slipped past his lips before opening up his communicator once again and sending a message to Martyn as a slight warning.

Noctis Lucis Caelum- Anything For You

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“Good girl.” you smiled as the yellow feathered Chocobo ate from your hand. “Eat up, you need your energy.” you scratched the top of her head as she squawked gratefully.

“Y/N are you still here?” the farmhand, Faye emerged from the stables to find you. “Do you not have any other plans?”

“Trust me.” you began to laugh. “I’d much rather scoop up giant bird poops than deal with my personal life right now...or lack thereof.”

“Well isn’t that somethin- Is that the crown prince I see?” she looked past you which made you follow her eyes. “It is?! Prince Noctis on my Chocobo farm. Quick! How do I look?” 

“Like a farmer.” you laughed in reply. “Perhaps get the shit off your boots.”

“Damnit! I should have worn my new ones.” She began wiping the bottoms of her shoes against the grass. 

“Faye, he’s just a prince. I don’t know what’s so great about him anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “He seems like an asshole from what I’ve seen of him.”

“You’ve never even met him.” she put her hands on her hips. “Maybe you’ll like him!”

“Sure, whatever you say, Faye.”  you laughed. “That’ll happen.”

...

“Ugh why are we here anyways?” Noctis rolled his eyes as Ignis pulled up to the famous Chocobo farm.

“Because!” Prompto snapped in reply. The blond male didn’t even wait for the car to fully stop before he jumped out. “The eggs are supposed to be hatching today and I want to be the first to capture a picture of those featherless faces!”

“Of course.” he scoffed. Noctis liked Chocobos, sure. He just didn’t think an idea of a good Saturday morning was to spend the day at a bunch of dirty, smelly, stables, for a bunch of unhatched eggs no less. “Great.”

“I suggest you fix your face, the farmhand is here.” Gladio grunted, hopping out of the car. “Wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings.”

“Whateve-” Noctis turned his head towards the loud squawking when his eyes landed on you. You were feeding a random Chocobo while talking to that farmgirl who ran the stables. “Woah.” he felt his heart flutter. Who were you?! He heard you laugh from where he was and felt his heart stop. Your laugh, it was beautiful.

“Yo? Who is that girl?” Noctis scrambled out of the car, nearly falling on his face. He tried desperately to fix himself up. “Specs?”

“I believe she frequents the shops not too far from here.” Ignis replied in his usually cool manner. “I believe she is also a friend of that Dino character we run into from time to time.”

“No way. Her?! Friends with that-” Noctis shook his head in disbelief. He found it impossible to walk forward. Gravity was stopping him. He didn’t even notice everyone else walking ahead of him. He had never seen you around before but he wished he had. “Woah....”

...

You were still chatting with Faye when a group of guys ran up. One of them held a camera and looked as if he were about to explode. You had no time to register the camera flash. Good think he captured your good side.

“I AM HERE FOR THE EGGS!” he declared. His abrasiveness surprised you. Was he talking about the new hatchlings? 

“Ummm-” Faye looked scared. “You here to volunteer?”

“Heck yeah I am!” he explosive blonde looked as if he was about to piss himself from excitement. “I WANT TO HOLD YOUR CHOCOBOS!”

“Alright! Keep your pants on. Follow me. Y/N, you’ll be good here right?” Faye asked, seemingly frightened by the giddy young man. 

“Yeah.” you stifled a laugh. “I’ll be just fine here.” you shook your head as the man ran full force for the stables. You were about to go about your business when a black haired boy stumbled up to you. “For a royal, you’re pretty clumsy.” you stifled laughter.

“Huh?!” he looked taken aback. “You know who I am?”

“...I mean aren’t I supposed to?” you turned back towards the Chocobo. “Prince Noctis?” you tried to hold in your distaste, but he caught up on it instantly.

“Is there an issue with me-”

“As a matter of fact there is. Don’t think I didn’t notice that face you were making when you pulled up with your friends.” you cut him off. “Big and bad prince man can’t be seen around a few Chocobos?”

“Oh, no that’s not it at all.” Noctis tried to explain himself in the best way he could. 

“Then what exactly is it?” you turned towards him again. “I mean really?”

“Okay so I admit my attitude isn’t the best-”:

“So you admit it?” you held back harsh laugh. “Hm, It’s a start.” you shrugged.

“I mean, you aren’t really giving me a fair chance. You only know me from the papers.” he explained. “You don’t really know me as a person. For all I know you could be a stalker.”

“I am no a stalker!” you looked him up and down. 

“I wouldn’t know that.” he winked. “So maybe we both have it all wrong.”

“And what do you wanna do to fix that, go on a date or something?” you scoffed.

“Yes!” he replied honestly. “Let me prove I’m not some asshole!”

“Is it that imperative that you go out of your way to prove to me that you aren’t an asshole?” you raised a brow.

“Yes!” he nodded quickly.

...

You boredly sat at the restaurant table. He was late. 15 minutes to be exact. 

“I knew this was a load of-” you prepared yourself to stand up when a man frantically rushed in.

“I’M HERE!” Noctis yelled, grabbing the attention of the other patrons. He practically fell into the chair right across from you. 

“Nice of you to show.” you sat back down. You decided to humor this guy. “Care to explain?”

“Sorry! Stupid Prompto gave me the wrong address and...woah...” he nearly drooled all over the place seeing you in your tight black dress. “You look...amazing.”

“Sure I do.” you scoffed. “I’m sure I still have dried up chocobo shit in my hair,” you turned away from him, feeling your insecurity creep up on you, tons more than usual. “But thank you.” you relaxed in your chair.

“No I mean it! Even when I saw you...I thought you were beautiful.” he expressed.

“Really?” you paused to look him in the eye. 

“Really.” he smiled. “You’re the best looking girl here.” 

“I definitely don’t believe that...but thank you.” you said shyly. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. 

....

“What about that one?” you pointed to a random star.

“That one, there’s a legend that it’s a parallel version of this world.” 

You both sat at the edge of the lake, staring into the moonlit sky. After dinner, Noctis had taken you to the docks on Galdin Quay. 

“No way. “You stared at the star in wonder. “How many worlds do you think there are?”

“Infinite, my dad says so.” Noctis replied. “All different versions of us doing different things.” he smiled to himself. “Maybe there’s a version of me that...is actually proud to be a prince.” he glowered. 

“Maybe there’s a version of me whose the royal instead.” you nudged him. That made him chuckle a bit. 

“If that’s the case...I’d be happy to bow down to you.” he flirted. He looked back at the sky. “Try that one.” he pointed.

“I know that one.” you beamed a little. “There’s a legend called the Lover’s Star, if a couple sees it on their first date...they’ll be together forever.” you mused romantically. It was only then you had realized your fingers had laced into Noctis’s. 

“Maybe today was our lucky day.” he winked. After a second of silence, you decided to confess.

“I was wrong about you.” you said honestly a while. “I think you’re pretty amazing, Noct.” you chuckled. 

“So...” he smiled deviously. “Are ya gonna say I’m sorry?” he mocked.

“You wish. You’re still a stuck up prince to me...you’re just not an asshole prince.” you stuck your tongue out at him. “You’re not like most guys around here.” you shyly looked away from him you dug your toes into the sand. 

“Well I’m not from around here.” he replied. “You’re different from everyone around here. You’re not all into me because I’m The Prince Noctis- that’s all I want. I want someone to see me for who I am...not what I am.”

You shyly kicked your legs in the water, looking at the ripples in the water.. “I’m glad I could be that person for you Noctis.” you smiled.

“Guess this means you’re gonna be part of my team now?” he bit his lip. “You’ll be my...ummm...I’ll think of something.”

“I look forward to it.” you giggled. 

“Hm for now...come here.” he winked, gently holding the side of your face. Noctis kissed you. You felt your senses go off. You instantly grabbed his face, kissing him back.

...

You fell back on the hotel bed, refusing to disconnect from a feverish prince throwing himself at you. He kissed you with urgency, as if you would disappear before his eyes. He tore a rip up your dress hastily. 

Your tongues clashed together as you kissed, the air was getting heavy. You helped Noctis out of his jacket. Your dress had turned to ribbons and your panties weren’t too far behind. 

“N-noctis..” you hissed, feeling his hands explore every inch of your body.

“You feel even better than I imagined you would.” he kissed your bare stomach. “You’re so beautiful.” he moaned. It was like you were the goddess, the royal, and he was the peasant.

You felt shy under his gaze. He stared up at you, biting his lip. “I don’t think I can wait...” he groaned. “A-are you okay with this?”

“God, yes.” you mewled as he kissed your thighs. 

“I wanna worship you.” he moaned, ghosting his lips over your center. You shyly stared down at Noctis who looked up at you with a shit eating grin. 

He sunk his tongue into you, lashing against your pussy. You instantly grabbed a fist full of his hair. You and him both were a mess. Hisses and prolonged moans escaped your lungs along with his name. You were sure the people in the next room could hear you. 

Noctis crawled over you again, a predatory glare in his eyes. He bit his lip, staring down at you. “You’re so fucking cute...”

...

“I’d do anything for you.” he moaned against your lips. “I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life.” he whimpered, his thrusts growing sloppily. He bucked his hips rhythmically, your bodies moving and grinding in sweet friction. His cock twitched inside of you as he grew near his release, but he wanted to wait. He wanted to cum to the sounds of your cries and screams. ”Gonna make you my queen and w-we’ll rule together until our hearts give out baby. F-FUUUCCKK.”

“Noctis.” you croaked. Hearing his words in your ear made you hiss in delight. This alone caused him to dig his nails into your sides and thrust even deeper into your heat. You didn’t know what else do you but let a stream of cries escape your lungs. 

“I love it when you say my name.” he grunted. “Say it again.”

“N-noctis.” your insides lurched as you tightened around his length. “I wanna- I’m gonna-”

“Again.” he barked. “Never stop saying my name. Never say another man’s name!” he sank his teeth into the crook of your neck. “You’re mine, baby. You’re all mine.” he growled.

“Noctisss.” you arched your back. “F-fu-” you whimpered, at the impact. “S-shit!”

Noctis yanked himself from you, spraying his cum all over your stomach. Shortly before, you came too, feeling your water run down your leg. He fell forward, burying his head into your neck. “Baby, I’d fucking do everything for you.”

You shook under his body, whimpering at his gentle touches. You felt him kiss your need lovingly as you both drifted off to sleep.

...

home for the summer // part II // f.w.

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summary: song fic based off of home for the summer by sara kays. Y/N realizes who her heart has always belonged to.

word count: 2.4k 

warnings: none, the fluff you guys deserve :)

Her feet felt frozen beneath her, not due to the cold weather, but the hesitation within her. Suddenly all the warmth she had felt being home with the Weasley’s was ripped away as if a dementor had sucked it out of her. Her fingers and the tip of her nose suddenly felt the sharpness of the breeze, and her stomach dropped.

Joshua kneeled before her, presenting her with the most beautiful ring. He smiled up at her and she noticed the tears that pooled in his dark eyes. The white snowflakes contrasted his dark hair as they fell lightly on top like an angel’s halo. Joshua truly was an angel, sweet and gracious, always putting her first. But even with the heartwarming thoughts of her boyfriend swarming in her mind, Y/N couldn’t bring herself to say yes.

She glanced back at the burrow, spotting the gaggle of redheaded Weasley’s gazing at her through the window. She noticed their expressions falter, probably after noticing the fact that he hadn’t slipped the ring on her finger yet. Molly, Arthur, Ginny, and all the boys, Y/N paused when she didn’t spot Fred, and her heart fell to her stomach.

She quickly turned back to Joshua with the guiltiest look, but how could she grant him a life with her if her heart belonged to another? Deep down, Y/N knew that she always belonged to Fred. It was certain back in Hogwarts, the sparks she felt when he kissed her on the astronomy tower, or let her borrow his jumpers never quite faded.

Joshua was good, he was pure and he would make an extraordinary husband, but it wasn’t fair to him to accept his proposal and Y/N knew that.

She squeezed his hand as he looked up at her, and she pursed her lips.

“I love you, Joshua.”

Joshua sighed, lowering his hand that held the velvet box.

“I do, but I can’t–“ She tried to continue.

“It’s okay.” Joshua stood up, now towering over her.

She felt the wave of guilt wash over her as he stood. She could no longer see the crown of snowflakes on his head, and the pool of tears had finally released, cascading down his flushed cheeks elegantly.

She didn’t expect him to yell, Joshua was rather cool tempered. He was a very generous lover, but he surprised her. He pulled her to him and kissed her forehead, his hand cupped her cheek as he looked down at her.

“I love you, Y/N,” he nodded, “Thank you for giving me the best six months of my life.”

Y/N felt a few wet tears trickle down her face, tears she didn’t even know were forming at his words. Joshua tucked the box back into his pocket, to give to another girl someday, a girl who loved him just as much as he loved her. He deserved that, Y/N knew, but she wasn’t the one to give that to him.

“Still friends, yeah?” Joshua chuckled, contrasting the tears that still fell.

Y/N let herself laugh, feeling the weight lifted off her chest. She laughed, a melodic chuckle that had her curling into Joshua’s chest and hugging him tightly. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back. They only stayed like that momentarily, before Y/N remembered the huddle of her second family watching from the window.

“Better go break the news then.” She pursed her lips.

Joshua exhaled a breathy laugh and nodded, guiding her back towards the back door with his hand resting on her lower back.

The atmosphere they walked into was awkward, no one spoke, silently waiting for someone else to go first. The Weasley family looked to Y/N almost with guilty eyes, like they didn’t know whether to congratulate her or apologize. She caught the sad smile Charlie threw at Joshua, and she squeezed Joshua’s hand in hers.

“Oh, Y/N.” Ginny broke the silence, pushing past her brothers to engulf the girl in her arms.

The group dispersed at the break of silence, Bill and Charlie came to Joshua’s side, leading him to the kitchen for another drink – one that he definitely needed. Molly scolded the snicker that left Ron’s lips, before smiling at Y/N who caught it and sent a wink Ron’s way.

She pulled back from Ginny’s embrace and found George’s eyes. His hands were shoved in his pocket, and even though Y/N wasn’t his twin it was like they could read each other’s minds.

“He’s upstairs.” George nodded.

Y/N gave him a gracious grin and pulled back from Ginny, rushing up the stairs. The bathroom door was open, the light still on as she reached the top of the stairs. She looked their first, considering everyone else was downstairs.

“Fred–“ She called as she entered, pausing as she walked into the empty bathroom.

She furrowed her brows, stepping back out into the hallway momentarily, and glancing up the stairs to the higher stories to the house, looking for any lights on or any sign of Fred’s presence. She stepped back into the bathroom and chewed on her bottom lip.

Had he left? Her mind wandered to dark places, falling down the rabbit hole of possible thoughts Fred was thinking. She wondered if he was angry with her, or if he ever wanted to see her again. Did he think she didn’t value their time, or value him?

She paced back and forth along the tile floor and paused as her breath hitched. She caught a piece of paper tossed in the bin, one with her name scribbled on it in Fred’s handwriting. As she reached in, she noticed the other half and felt her heart clench in her chest.

Tears pooled in her eyes as she held the two pieces of the letter to her chest. It was only split in two, she could easily piece it back together if it let her. She peeled back the envelope, carefully taking the two pieces of paper with the actual letter written on it. She held them side by side, reading over the messy handwriting.

Dear Y/N,

I don’t know when I’ll give this to you, if I ever do. The thought of you reading this is maddening. I’m not very good with words, you know this, but I figured if I wrote them down maybe they’d stop buzzing in my head all day.

Darling, you’re it for me. There’s truly no one else, you’re one of a kind. I was heartbroken when you left, and I told you I was proud of you, and I am, but the thought of being away from you for so long hurts like hell. You’re coming back soon, at least that’s what you said in your last letter.

Like I said, I don’t know if I’ll ever give this to you, but I love you, Y/N. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone else, I loved you before I even knew what love was, a tiny git on the train to Hogwarts sitting beside a pretty girl with wit. I hope you see this one day, Merlin I do. Whether it’s tomorrow or a century from now, my word still stands, I love you.

Forever yours, Freddie.

All the breath had been taken from her lungs, and the faint droplets that pooled in her eyes were now full blown tears streaming down her cheeks still burning from the cold.

Her heart tugged in her chest, begging to escape. She wanted to be with Fred, she wanted to be with him from the beginning and she cursed herself for not figuring it out sooner. Romania was a dream, an opportunity that filled her chest with light, but nothing was comparable to the feeling of loving Fred Weasley.

She thought back to the night she told Fred she was leaving, she should have noticed the fault in his gaze, she should have given in to the pit in her stomach when the words left her lips. And the night she came back, the night she spent alone with Fred under the stars, she should have noticed that it was the happiest she’d ever been.

Loving Fred Weasley was a high she never wanted to come down from.

It didn’t take long for her to grab her wand from her coat, she quickly repaired the torn letter and clutched it to her chest. She gripped her wand and apparated to the first place her mind told her.

She heard the crunch of dried leaves and dead grass beneath her boots as she carried herself quickly through the clearing before the open field. It was dark out by now, and the moon had rose to illuminate the ground below her.

She had put her heart in the driver’s seat, and her mind in the passenger’s, she trusted her heart to lead her where it desired, to Fred. So she rushed through the field, pulling her wand out and casting lumos to guide the way for her.

Pulling her coat tighter around her, she shivered as the snow fell before her feet, the light from her wand reflecting off the snow. As she continued on, she neared the center of the field, halfway between the trees she came out of and the trees across from her. She froze in her step as she caught the silhouette of a man on his knees.

She picked up her pace, catching the sounds of muffled sobs over the crunch of ice beneath her feet. Her breathing picked up and she felt the nervousness return to the pit in her stomach, as her body led her mindlessly, she called out into the night.

“Fred!”

The sobs stopped and the shadow of the man turned to face her. She exhaled a breath of relief as the moonlight illuminated his features, it was Fred.

She rushed towards him, but stopped in her tracks as she was an arms length away. Patches of blushed skin on his cheeks and nose were a sharp contrast to his usual pale, freckled skin. His hair was a mess, probably from running his hands through it so many times. Again, just like before, she felt her heart tug in her chest.

Fred’s eyes widened as he saw her, the remains of tears leaving streaks down her face. Against her chest she clutched a paper, his eyes scanned the note before his breath hitched as he recognized his own handwriting, the words he read over countless times reciting in his head like a broken record.

He was so caught up in seeing her before him, she looked relieved to see him despite the obvious distress in her appearance. He glanced at her left hand that held the note, there was no sparkly diamond ring on her finger, and his tears ceased.

He stepped forward, cautiously, he yearned to scoop her in his arms but his heart warned him not to jump too quickly. The back of his head spat heartbreaking theories into his thoughts, maybe she was only there to break the news to him first, before she returned to Joshua and kissed him under the mistletoe, showing off her ring to his family while they celebrated with butter beer.

She noticed his hesitation, it broke her heart. She felt the tears pool again at how broken he looked, and hated herself for being the reason for it. She took one long stride and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Fred’s arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, and as she relaxed into his hold, they tightened around her.

She leaned back far enough to look him in the eye while still being in his arms, and she released everything she held in from the years she knew him.

“I’m so sorry, Freddie,” She choked out, “I should’ve told you sooner, I shouldn’t have left! I should’ve stayed, worked at the shop with you and George and told you the minute I knew that I loved you Fred Weasley. I love you.”

His heart skipped a beat at her confession, but she barely gave him the time to rejoice in her feelings before she continued.

“I know you probably hate me now, I unknowingly strung you along this whole time, Godric, I’m an idiot.”

She stopped ranting when she finally looked him in the eyes again. His tears had faded to streaks just like her own, but he didn’t frown or grimace, he smiled down at her. His hand raised to cup her cheek, rubbing away the stray tears with his thumb.

“Why are you smiling?” She choked out a laugh.

“Because,” He leaned his forehead against hers, “You’re not an idiot and I could never, ever hate you, my love.”

She melted at his words, bunching up his shirt in her fists against his chest. She blinked, looking up at him through tear coated eyelashes.

“I have loved you for so long,” Fred continued, “And that is all I have ever wanted to hear you say.”

She laughed, a cheerful, glee giggle that had his body warming despite the cold.

“You’re not mad?” She asked, sheepishly.

“Mad?” Fred scoffed, “How could I be mad when the woman I’m in love with just told me she loves me?”

She smiled and leaned into him, brushing her nose against his. Fred tugged her closer, pressing against her back so that their chests pressed together. Y/N raised herself onto her tip toes, lips brushing Fred’s lightly.

Just the initial feeling of her lips again after so long had Fred’s eyes fluttering closed in bliss. He slowly leaned forward, gently pressing his lips to hers fully. She inhaled a shaky breath and released a calm one. She leaned into him, finding rhythm in their kiss, granting Fred access when his tongue swiped across her bottom lip.

He pulled back, pressing a quick peck to Y/N’s lips when they chased his own. His thumb brushed over her cheekbone and he pressed another kiss to her lips when he caught her gazing up at him so adoringly.

“‘m sorry it took so long.” Y/N giggled.

Fred shrugged, “It was worth the wait.”

He leaned down to kiss her again, finding that even after all this time, she still fit him like a puzzle piece, a perfect match.

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Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairing: Drake Walker x Alexis O’Brien (MC) 

Synopsis: Alexis O’Brien is escaping a terrible past. After months of running  she settles  in Cordonia where she meets Drake at the bar where she works and they spend a passionate night together. 

What happens when a one-night-stand turns into unexpected parenthood? 

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POV: Dual 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: None for this chapter. In the future, mentions of domestic violence, and explicit sex scenes. 

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A/N: I apologize for any grammatical errors. 

I switch between Drake’s and Alexis’ POV several time in this chapter. I hope it’ll be clear enough!

PRESENT TIME Alexis

 After a one-hour bus ride and a 20-minutes walk, I finally find the correct address. When I reach the massive iron gates, I punch in the code Mr. Beaumont’s assistant gave me on the phone and gape as the extensive estate comes into view when I walk through. Acres and acres of super green grass littered with pines surround the massive house in the distance. The closer I get, the more I feel like a foreigner. This might have been my world once, but my new reality couldn’t be further apart from all this luxury. I have fifty dollars left in my wallet, an eviction notice back in my 200 square foot studio, and to top it all, the worst freaking headache I’ve had in my life. Talk about a bad streak. Ironically, I’m happier than I’ve been in years. My life belongs to me; I don’t have to live in constant fear and –most importantly, I’m free. Unattached. I want to do a lot of things with my life, and no one will stop me. That’s worth the worst headache in the world or a few money problems. 

I ring the bell, and a gorgeous woman opens the door. Her deep blue eyes scowl at me when I smile at her. 

“Who are you looking for?” She doesn’t ask as much as she barks the question. 

“Eh,” I haven’t been called shy a single day of my life, but her attitude it’s messing with the positive vibes I had coming up here. “I’m looking for Mr. Bertrand Beaumont from Beaumont Caterings.”

 “This door is for house guests only. The help,” she says the word as if it tastes bad in her mouth, “must go around the house and ring the bell back there.” She’s about to close the door right in my face when two hot guys come to the door. Seriously, what do people eat in this country? 

“Penelope, what are you doing answering the door like a simple maid? Where is Jessa?” 

Penelope rolls her eyes. “She had to leave early. She said she asked you for the afternoon off.”

The older man nods as, the younger one grins at me. “We can discuss Jessa’s schedule later, Bertie. Please, come in, Ms.?” He asks me, still smiling. 

“Ortiz. Alexis Ortiz.” I grin back, instantly liking the man with the kind blue eyes. “I’m here for the catering job.” 

“I’m Maxwell Beaumont. This is my brother Bertrand—the owner and Penelope Brim, one of our party planners.”

I follow them to a huge office and give Bertrand the resumé I printed at the internet place next to my building.  

“Is this all true?” He asks after a quick read.

I nod my head.

“Are you sure, Ms. Ortiz? It says here that you were working as a bartender, a barista, and a waitress in a very exclusive French restaurant, all at the same time.”

Penelope gives me a dismissive glare. “She’s obviously lying. That isn’t even possible. Unless she’s iniquitous.” 

I know better than to interrupt a potential employer, even worse if it’s to correct them, but this woman is grating on my nerves. Plus, I had a lifetime of keeping my head down with Matt, and I just don’t have the patience for this kind of crap anymore. And she called me a liar. Hell no.

“No, Ms. Brim, I’m not ubiquitous.” Maxwell snorts, and I swear the other guy, Bertrand, smiles behind my CV. I refrain from telling her what iniquitous actually means because I do need this job. “I worked as a barista in a Starbucks from 5 to 11 am. Then as a waitress at “Clair de Lune” from 12 to 6 pm. Finally, as a bartender in an Irish pub from 7 to midnight or 2 am, depending on the day. You can call any of those places and see I’m not lying.” Just please, God, don’t ask for my papers.

Maxwell reads the resumé when Bertrand gives it to him. “Do you speak French and Spanish as well?”

I shrug. “I love languages, and I grew up in a house where my mom and grandmother only spoke Spanish. I learned French in school. I had an amazing teacher.” 

Maxwell and Bertrand look at each other. The older brother, a younger, sterner version of Hugh Jackman, clears his throat. “I’ll be honest with you, Ms. Ortiz. Two of our waiters are absent, and tomorrow we’ll be catering to one of the most important events of the year. If everything in your resume is true, you can start training today --paid of course, and start working tomorrow.”

Paid training? Despite my throbbing head, I want to scream with happiness. “Everything is true.”

“That’s settled then. Penelope, please, darling, show Ms. Ortiz the kitchens and the ballroom. You can ask Naomi to train her for tonight. You know Regina, and she’ll want everything to go as smooth as possible.” 

“Right.” Penelope turned at me with an uptight smile. “Come with me.” 

I turn and beam at Maxwell, who’s giving me a thumbs up. “Thank you. I really appreciate this.” 

Bertrand shakes his head. “Don’t thank me yet, Ms. Ortiz. Just do an impeccable job.” He glances at my Vans. “And for the love of God, only heels tomorrow.” 

I nod and follow Penelope down the hallway. 

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DRAKE

 “This is why you ditch your friends who get hitched to a relationship,” I grumble, sitting in my chair. 

“He’s five minutes late,” Liam says. 

Leo shakes his head. “Well, I want a goddamn drink. How come I can’t order one until he gets here?” 

Liam pinches the bridge of his nose. “You two are acting like children. You can wait five minutes.” 

“Maybe, but I need something, and fast.” 

“Ah, there they are,” Max exclaims, hands clasped together, staring at us. “My boys.” Jesus Christ. Liam is scooped into a hug and then set back in his chair. 

From over Liam’s head, Max points at me and shakes his finger. “Come here; you handsome Walker bastard.” 

I hold up my hand. “I’m good.”

 “Nope.” He shakes his head. “You don’t get to pass up Max’s snuggles.” Before I can move, he swoops to his knees, pulls me into a hug. . . and nuzzles. 

“What the fuck are you doing, Beaumont?” I ask, my voice strong as I try to push him away. 

“You smell like heaven,” he says, chuckling. No one likes to fuck with me as much as Maxwell Beaumont does. Unfortunately for me, he’s one of my best friends, and the bastard is well aware of it. 

“Get out of here.” I palm his face and push him away. 

Leo laughs. “Come on, man, you know Walker is a sour bastard.” 

With another laugh, Maxwell retreats to his seat, unbuttons his jacket, and sits down. Hands-on the table, he looks between us and declares, “I’m in love.” 

Christ. “We know,” Liam and I say at the same time, irritation heavy in our voices. Leo just rolls his eyes as he looks for a waiter. 

Maxwell has only been dating Rashad for a few weeks, so it’s no surprise he’s like this—a hopeful idiot with a relentless smile. Hell, he’s been in love with the man for years. It took him a really, really long time to finally make a move. He adjusts his tie as he says, “You don’t have to be rude about it. I’m just sharing. Isn’t that what this is all about? Sharing?” 

“Sharing? I thought this was about drinking as much as possible and hooking up with a hot waitress,” Leo says, flagging down our waiter. 

When he arrives, I talk above the guys and quickly say, “Macallan, neat.” 

“Dalmore, on the rocks, please,” Liam says, and Leo orders the same. 

When the waiter turns to Max, he rubs his stomach and says, “You know, a hot cocoa would be perfect right now.”

 What the actual fuck? “No.” I step in. “He’ll have an Old Fashion. Thanks.” A little confused and probably slightly disturbed, he takes off as Max complains. 

“Hey, I really wanted a hot cocoa.” 

“Not happening. First, because they don’t serve hot cocoas here and second because we’re supposed to be out drinking, Beaumont. And you fucking love Old Fashions. You order one every damn time. Stop complaining.” 

“Sheesh.” Maxwell unfolds his napkin and sets it on his lap. “What’s up your ass?” 

“Nothing.” I push my hand through my hair. 

“It’s a girl.” Leo smirks, causing Liam and Max to practically jump out of their seats.

“A girl?” Liam cocks his eyebrow. “Surely not Drake --permanent bachelor, Walker. My fucking heart can’t take it.” 

Fucking Leo. “It’s not what Leo is making it out to be.” 

“He met her two months ago, and he’s been thinking about her ever since. Magical pussy right there.”

“I swear, Leo; I don’t care for how long we’ve been friends, next time you talk about her like that, I’ll personally break that shit-eat grin off your face”

The clown raises his arms. “I rest my case.”

 “What?” Max’s eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. “Drake Walker doesn’t get attached, and he doesn’t duel his friends for a girl.” 

Jesus. Thankfully the waiter brings our drinks at that moment, so I have a second to compose myself. 

“You slept with her?” Liam asks after a swig of Dalmore. He’s been in a stable relationship with Hanna Lee for a year now. Once the most popular guy on school, he now spends his Friday nights curled up with her watching Netflix. I can’t even remember the last time he went out with us. 

“I don’t want to talk about it. The only reason this fuckhead is bringing it up it’s because I went looking for her, and he saw it.” There I said it. Better me than Leo fucking Rys. 

Max and Liam exchange a look, but Max seems too stunned to talk, so Liam asks. “You did what?”

I chug my whiskey and ask for another one. “I don’t know why. I just …” Tired of this fucking conversation, I pinch the bridge of my nose. “We had a great time. That’s all.”

 “How come Leo knows about this girl, and I don’t?” Liam complains. 

Max complains too. “Dude, you know I’m the romantic one. Leo over here has a brick for a heart, and Li is too busy. You need to discuss these things with me.” 

“I don’t have a brick for a heart,” Leo says, surprisingly offended. 

“No, you’re just still hung up on Maddie,” I say with a smirk. He shifts in his chair but doesn’t say anything. What does it feel, Rys? 

“So . . . who is the girl?” Maxwell asks. 

For fuck’s sake. I might as well get it over with. “I’m going to say one last time that I’m not interested in her anymore, so before your little hearts starts beating wildly for playing cupid, it’s not going to happen.” 

In a snarky tone, Leo replies, “Well, of course, it’s not. She left the country. Are you that bad, Walker? Because I can give you a tip or two.” He’s so fucking annoying. 

“Oh.” Max sighs, disappointed.  

Leo elbows his brother and says, “He hasn’t slept with anyone since.” 

And there it is. The real reason why Leo is worried about this. He lost his wingman. “I’m not an animal, Leo. It’s not the first time in my life that I go two months without fucking. I’m not you. Anyway, all this is pointless. She’s gone.” 

My friends grew up with me, so they know when it’s time to stop pushing. Max interrupts the silence that follows because nothing makes little Beaumont more uncomfortable than a gap in the conversation. “Everything is ready for the party tomorrow night. The thirtieth anniversary of Rys Corporation will be a success.” 

Liam nods. “Regina talked with Hana this morning. It’s the first anniversary since I took over as CEO. I need everything to be perfect.” 

“What about the staff, Max?” Leo asks, smiling. Having sex at every anniversary party is a personal challenge of his. 

“We actually hired someone today. She’s gorgeous.” He turns his head at Leo. “But she’s off-limits.” Leo smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. “I mean it, dude. Bertrand said he’s tired of looking for new waitresses. Two quit yesterday morning when they found out that the event was for Rys corporation.”  

“Hey, I never lie. It’s not my fault if they think I’ll call them anyway.” 

“Whatever, just don’t mess with her. Plus, I got to talk to her after her training today. She’s super nice. She’s Am--. Wait.” He says when his phone chimes up. “Sorry, boys. It was a text from Penelope. Apparently, the Chablis hasn’t been delivered yet. I have to call Joelle before I lose my big brother over a wine crisis. See you all tomorrow.” He finishes his cocktail and stands up. 

Liam stands up too. “I should go home too. Han arrived today from Hong Kong.” 

Leo checks his phone. “Wait, Li. I’ll go with you. I have a date with this girl I met last night at Kismet. Do you want to come, man?” He asks me. “I’m sure she has a friend she can introduce you.”

I shake my head. “I’ll finish my whiskey and head home. See you all tomorrow.”

It was only one fucking night. Why can’t I get her out of my head? 

It’s maddening. Or maybe it is a blessing. If I’m still thinking about her after one night, imagine how bad I’d have it after several. It’s best that she stays far the fuck away from me. I’m not interested in long-term attachments of any kind.  I don’t want to think about Lexie Ortiz, but she’s infected my brain. The sound of her teasing laugh haunts me.

And I can’t deny it; it was one hell of a night.

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ALEXIS 

 “This is a single girl’s paradise.” 

“No,” I grimace, trying to clean the spilled tomato sauce from my shirt. “Paradise would be a tropical beach with a hot cabana boy giving us free massages... and an endless supply of piñas Coladas.” Naomi laughs, the sound almost lost in the chaos of the kitchen. Chefs shouting orders, Penelope and Bertrand panicking, plates being dropped—the world of catering is a noisy business. 

“Cabana boys may have hot smoking bodies and virility, Lex, but they lack two essential qualities: prestige and money.” 

“So, what you’re saying is that you’d prefer an old limp dick over a young hard one? Interesting,” I answer, teasing her. 

“No, that’s not what I’m saying, smart ass. I’m saying I’d take a solid bank account over a solid dick. Think about it—with all that money, he could never fuck me at all, and I couldn’t care less. And I’d be treated properly. Rich guys know how to treat a lady.” 

“Trust me on this, Naomi. Money has absolutely nothing to do with how a man treats a woman.” I should know. “In any case,” I retort, grabbing another tray of drinks, “if you’re looking for old rich guys, there are tons of opportunities out there.” I laugh at the dreamy look on her face, partly because it’s hilarious and partly because I know she’s kidding. After my training last night, she invited me to her house, where I met Theo, her little boy. He’s eight years old and the absolute love of her life. 

“Speaking of fucking,” she says, her eyes sparkling, “did you see the Rys brothers? One of them is taken, but the other two are single and oh so yummy. Especially the tall and brooding one. I’ll kill for those smoldering brown eyes looking right at my soul” 

I snort. “You really should stop reading romance novels, Nao. And yes. I served one of them and his girlfriend champagne earlier, but he was blond and didn’t have smoldering, brooding eyes. I thought they were only two brothers, though.”

“Well, technically, yes. But Constantine Rys --the super-rich owner of Rys Corporation-- adopted two other kids. A boy and a girl. They all grew up together.” She uncorks several champagne bottles as she speaks.

Now that my uniform is clean, I grab one of the Veuve Clicquot bottles and help her pouring the cold liquid into the glasses on our trays. “How do you know all of that?”

“I’m Cordonian, girl. The Rys siblings are almost royalty in this country. The one that is not an actual Rys is the one with the smoldering eyes. He doesn’t work for the company, though. He’s a … a vet, I think.”  

A veterinarian like Drake. My stupid heart flutters when I think about him. 

“Do we pay you to work or to gossip, ladies?” Penelope screams from the kitchen door. 

Naomi and I roll our eyes and grab our refilled trays. 

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DRAKE

“This is a huge night for Liam,” Regina says behind her champagne glass. Constantine has been telling everyone, especially her, that he’s ready and happy to retire, but she knows him better than anyone. Leaving Rys Corporation and pass the torch to Liam is much more difficult for Constantine than he cares to admit.  

“It’ll be all right, Regina. Don’t worry. Liam is more than ready to handle the responsibility.”

She throws a glance at Liam, who’s standing a few feet behind me next to his dad. “I just hope he doesn’t forget that his personal life is equally important. He and Hana work too hard.” 

I’m about to answer when one of the waitresses distracts me. Her back is turned to me, so I can’t see her face, but there is something incredibly familiar about the way she moves. She’s passing drinks amongst Regina’s friends. I want to go and see who she is, but Liam catches my eyes across the room.  We exchange a look, one that we’ve exchanged several times over our lives. It was Liam and me when we were younger, walking into his father’s office after getting into a fight at school. It was the two of us when we came home late, and his parents were waiting in the living room as we walked in, drunk. It was the two of us when we wrecked Leo’s new Porsche when we were sixteen, and right now, I know he needs me. Constantine is a great father, but he has too many expectations for his younger son. Liam needs a break. 

Regina sees the exchange and smiles. “Liam’s very lucky to have you, Drake.” She is not our biological mother, but she loves all of us as if she was. And she’s more my mother than Bianca Walker will never be.  

A couple of men look at me, and I try to remember if I should know them from somewhere. I think they’re both on the board of directors at RC. As much as I love the Rys, I will never get used to this shit. Socializing and pretending to like a bunch of people that annoy the fuck out of me. Ignoring them, I make my way to my best friend. Liam is standing with his hands in his pockets, looking serious and put together like the CEO of the largest company in Cordonia should. 

“I think it’s going well,” he says as I approach. “Father was driving me crazy with all his advice.” 

“It’s not only the anniversary of the company, Li. It’s also his first one as the former CEO. It’s normal he feels out of place.” 

Liam nods. “I know. I just wish he’ll trust me more.”

“He does, Liam. He’s just nervous.”

 I’m cut short by Liam’s grin. His gaze slides right behind me and lights up. 

“Would either of you like a glass of champagne?” a female, very familiar voice nearly whispers behind me. 

“I’m good,” Liam answers, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. “How about you, Drake?”

 I turn around, and my heart skips a beat. Soft curves, tanned skin, and a few freckles across the bridge of her nose. The brightest, most amazing eyes I’ve ever seen. Alexis Ortiz tucks a strand of her rich brown hair behind her ear and takes a deep breath. Her eyes widen, and I see she recognizes me but doesn’t mention it. Instead, a faint smile ghosts her luscious lips, and she lifts her chin like she has a secret she won’t tell. A secret we share. Her gaze remains on Liam, almost like she’s afraid to look my way. Finally, she turns to me, and when she does, an adorable blush color her cheeks. 

“Would you, uh, sir?” she asks, taking half a step backward. 

“Would I what?” I press, enjoying too much the way her cheeks turn even pinker. 

“Would you like a drink?” The words leave her lips fast like she wants to pronounce them and run away. I take a step towards her, remembering the night she spent in my arms and how damn perfect she felt. I know I make her nervous because I see little goosebumps erupting on her soft skin.  I smirk at her. “That depends on what you’re offering.”

 I shouldn’t be toying with her, but I can’t help it. I want to keep her talking, to watch her reactions, to see that sweet smile again.  

“I don’t have much to offer,” she says, a hint of nervousness in her voice. “Unless you like champagne, sir.” She emphasizes the last word.

“I like all sorts of things.” I keep my gaze heavy against hers, not allowing her to look away. She fidgets with her tray and swallows hard but never takes her eyes off mine, too rebellious to look away. The longer our eyes match, the hotter my body becomes. She bits her delicious bottom lip slowly, her dark gaze boring into mine. 

“Is that so?” Liam laughs beside me, and I watch her jump like she forgot he was there. Alexis clears her throat and glances around the room. She turns back to us again, this time a practiced smile on her face. The easy grin and soft laugh are both gone. She wants to get away from me, I can feel it, and I understand. She’s working; it wouldn’t be professional. This is not the time or the place to reconnect. Unfortunately for her, I have other plans.

“Gentlemen ...” With a nod, Alexis walks away as fast as possible. She doesn’t look back, but I watch her until she’s out of sight. 

“What was that?” Liam snickers, loosening his gray silk tie. “I thought you were going to jump on her.” 

I rub my thumb over my lip, still surprised as hell.

“That was Alexis, the girl I met a couple of months ago. Now, if you excuse me, Li, I need to go talk to Bertrand.”  

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Leonardo

Leonardo had a couple of errands to run in town and his little kitten was being rather clingy

Leo had a full day planned of helping the towns’ people, most of which were somewhat superstitious when it came to pitch-black cats

He looked over at you peacefully sleeping away and gently leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, “Cara mia I have a few errands to run today, would you mind keeping Lumiere company while I’m away?”

He smiled as you groggily mumbled something

At the sound of his name, the back kitten jumped up onto the bed and curiously looked up at Leo

“I’ll be back soon Lumiere be a good kitten while I’m gone,” he gave the cat a final head pat, before leaning down to place a final parting kiss on your cheek

You lazily reached out to scoop up the little kitten and bring him into a warm embrace as you continued to sleep in

You woke up the playful kitten clawing at you face, bouncing around on your bed in an attempt to play with you

The second you got up the little cat got a fright and dove under the covers only to reappear moments later, to wish you a good moring by rubbing his body against your arm as he purred

Lumiere watched from the bed tail swishing from side to side, as you lazily got dressed and ready for the day

You made your way to the dining room with the small black cat in tow

After the little creature had eaten his breakfast he started pouncing on your feet as you sat and finished your breakfast

You couldn’t help but adopt the cat’s playful mood as a mischievous smiled crossed your face, the second you saw the van Gogh brothers enter into the dining room

The minute the two newcomers entered into the room Lumiere’s attention was on them

The little kitten couldn’t help but start playing with the grumpier Van Goghs scarf

Both you and Vincent locked eyes and giggled as the gruff brother was blissfully unaware of the cat destroying his scarf as he ate his beloved pancakes

Once the pancakes had been devoured Theo’s gaze drifted down to the little critter playing with the ends of his scarf

He fell back on his chair and let out a shriek

Both you and Vincent broke out laughing as Theo finally discovered the little kitten playing by his feet

You couldn’t help but chase Theo around the mansion with the little kitten, to get him back for all the times he and Arthur had pranked you

After spending a better part of the morning terrorizing Theo, you and Lumier found a warm spot in front of the library window to take a nap

Which lasted much longer than anticipated as when you woke up you were cuddled in Leo’s arms with the kitten curled up in a ball nestled in the crook of Leo’s neck

Sabastian

You woke up that morning with a sticky note stuck to your forehead

Groggily you sat up and read the little note left to you by Sabastian

It had said that he had some urgent business in town and that he needed someone to feed and keep his dear little pet company for a few hours

You were slightly confused as you never realized that Sabastian had a pet

You had met everyone in the mansions furry, feathery and prickly companions but have yet to meet Sabastian’s

He indicated that his beloved pet was in the last room in the stables

You smiled thinking that perhaps Sabastian had been a secret equestrian and had a beautiful pet horse

You got up and dressed, and make your way to the stables

You walked through the rows of beautiful horses when you finally reached the end

You opened the stable door and was shocked as you had come upon a lavishly decorated room

And instead of finding a horse, you found a snow while lamb peacefully sleeping in a pile of the fluffiest blankets, you had ever seen

The second the little thing heard you, he bounced up and curiously pranced his way towards you

He rubbed his head against your hand affectionately as he let out a content “meh”

The little creature then skipped out of the stables and to the mansion’s kitchen and looked up at you expectingly

That’s when you remembered that you were supposed to serve him some breakfast

You opened the kitchen cupboard designated for the mansion’s residents pet’s food, and found a bottle

You then filled the bottle with milk and fed the little lamb, you honestly enjoyed the experience so much that you made a mental note to ask Sabastian if you could feed the lamb every morning

Once the sweetheart had, had his fill, he jumped around excitedly and full of energy.

He gave you a small headbutt as if asking you to play with him.

You smiled as you chase after the snow white lamb wondering if this is how Sabastian’s spent his early mornings before getting breakfast service ready

After a while, you were so tired and out of breath that you flopped down to lay on the plush grass

The little lamb skipped over to you and nuzzled you affectionately before hopping off to case some butterflies in the field

You sat on the grass for a few moments watching the sweet scene before you

You panicked for a moment when you saw Arthur’s dog, start to chase after Sabastions dear pet

But relaxed when you saw that sweet little Vic was continuing your game of tag with the lamb

Sabastian made his way up to you and plonked himself down beside you on the grass wearing a fond smile

“Thank you for feeding Lotte this morning for me.”

Comte

Comte had a day full of meetings with some important people out of the mansion

He sat at his desk and looked down at the letter before him

His little ferret, Thyme, was peacefully resting on his lap enjoying the feeling of Comte’s gentle hands stroking his soft fur

Comte sighed as he summoned Sabstian over to let him know the plans for the day.

Usually, Sabastian would watch his sweet little ferret while he was away, but today he needed Sabastian by his side, as he took care of important business

Suddenly you appeared carrying a tray of tea and snacks for the pureblood and he smiled a charming smile at you

He beckoned you to take a seat and enjoy some tea with him

He asked you the favour of watching his beloved pet while he was gone for the day

You beamed up at Comte and nodded.

Comte stood up and placed his beloved little Thyme on your lap as he and Sabastian made their way into town.

The ferret looked up at you expectingly as he walked a little circle on your lap in an attempt to get comfortable once more.

Finally comfortable the little critter started barking at you as if to say “Please pet me”

When you finally started petting the little creature, he let out happy chittering sound

You spend most of the afternoon with the little critter curled up in your lap as you stroked his soft fur and read

Waking up from his afternoon nap, thyme was full of energy and ready to play

He jumped down from your lap and ran over to a chest in the corner of Comte’s room.

The second you opened the box the little creature climbed in and pulled out a ball

The excited little critter started running around the room with the little ball, barking in delight

Soon the noodle creature escaped the confines of the room and made his way straight to the garden

You ran after the little guy only to find him playing in a puddle of mud

The second the critter spotted you he made a beeline for you and jumped into your arms. His once soft snow-white fur was now covered in mud.

You decided to give the little trouble maker a bath to restore his soft snow-white fur to its former glory

This playful creature was having a ball playing with the little bath toys that Comte had bought for him, as you cleaned his fur,

He hopped and splashed about the water without a care in the world, until you were thoroughly soaked.

He whined when you took him out warm water and placed him on the ground, however that was short-lived, as soon he started happily chirping away at being towel-dried

Thyme honestly loved the attention

You had noticed that in Thyme’s little chest, Comte had kept small outfits for the little creature, so you decided to play dress-up with the ball of energy

You sat in front of the chest filled with various cute little outfits, you finally decided on a yellow dress with sunflowers

Thyme absolutely loved playing dress-up and the second, the dress was secured he scurried over to a small mirror to check himself out

You laughed as the little ferret started doing a few poses in front of the mirror,

Even more so, when you placed a tiny flower-crown on his head

Comte walked into the room and couldn’t help but chuckled at the sight of his beloved pet running over to him to show off his cute little outfit

Dazai

Dazai’s books started gaining a lot of traction under the people of Paris and his agent had summoned him to do a book signing of his newest release

Dazai had been writing under an alias for a while now, and was low key surprised that his newest books had become so popular

His agent had given him no choice in the matter forcing him to do the signing.

Dazai, however, had one major problem, who was going to keep his sweet little bird company while he was away

He looked out his bedroom window and spotted you outside in the garden reading a book.

He hopped out the window and made his way to the garden to ask you the favour

You now found yourself in Dazais room holding the tiny bird, as Dazai thanked you for watching his companion and affectionately ruffled the little bird’s feathers with his fingertips

The second Dazai left the room the sweet little bird flew over to the stack of papers on Dazai’s desk and started tearing them up

Your eyes went wide as you weren’t exactly sure what to do, you hoped that whatever the little creature was tearing up hadn’t been of too much importance

You sat on his chair and watched the bird cheerfully chirping away as he happily tore up the papers into shreds and then proceeded to make a little makeshift nest in the corner of Dazai’s desk

Once the little bird was satisfied he hopped into the little nest and looked up at you

The second he noticed the bag of seeds you were holding, he excitingly hopped his way over to you, accidentally spilling some ink on the desk

The little bird without a care in the world, tracked small ink footprints all over Dazai’s desk to get to where you were sitting

You smiled as you placed a few seeds in the palm of your hand and watched as the bird happily ate them

In the distance, you could hear Mozart playing the piano and you heart absolutely melted, when the little bird comfortably nestled himself in the palm of your hand and chirped along to the tune

Once the song ended the little birds face dropped

You decided to cheer him up by singing a little song of your own

You were super surprised as the bird now happily chirped along to the song that you were singing

Suddenly little Buntas eyes lit up as he got an idea. Still singing you curiously eyed the bird as he found a little bell

He flew back to you, rest in your palm now shaking the small bell ball and chirping along to your song

The little guy was honestly so cute you couldn’t help but carefully pet him

The little bird returned you affection by giving the palm of your hand an affectionate head rub

As Bunta hopped around your palm he noticed your gold bracelet

Bunta LOVES shiny things

The little bird tried to steal your bracelet off your arm by gently pulling at it with his little beak

You giggled slightly, as the bird started getting frustrated, and decided to take off the bracelet and hand it to him

The second the bracelet was freed the little bird carried it in his beak and flew to his cage where he placed it on his little swing in front of the mirror

You couldn’t help but laugh at the little bird, as he added your golden bracelet to his shiny treasure-trove of stolen jewellery

You could tell this little bird had been stealing shiny belongings from all the residents for a while now

You spotted a golden pocket watch, cufflinks, buttons, earrings and even one of vincents paintbrushes.

By the time Dazai got home from his book signing, he found you cleaning up the mess Bunta had made while the bird watched you from his tiny swing, happily chirping away

That’s the end of that hehe hope ya guys enjoyed this! 🥰☺And I hope everybody is having a good day! :)🦊🦋❤

Chapter 11: Pride

Notes: Pride is just a manipulative bitch, I dunno what else to say about that lmao

Word count: 3129 words

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Next Chapter: TBA

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Roman was barely conscious for everything that had followed, and was only half aware that her wrists were bound in cold metal against a wall. The room was so dimly lit she could hardly see, but that mattered little right now. She had to escape, but his magic was so wore down, there was almost nothing left. Roman pulled as hard as he could against his chains but it made no difference, and trying to summon anything only left her feeling more exhausted.

The new side, still to be named, had waited for a few more hours to continue their plan. Roman was ridden of, and as long as nobody went looking for him, they could get away with whatever else they needed to. What they hadn’t expected was for Patton to mistake them for Roman, making some overly-excited comment about the new outfit. Not that they had minded, rather enjoying the compliments that Patton showered them in, and made no move to argue that they weren’t Roman. ‘Roman’ asked Patton where Virgil had been, and after receiving an answer, hurried off to find him. Now is Virgil mistook them for Roman... well this could go horribly well or awfully perfect.

Meanwhile, Virgil was still holed away in their new room, having carefully pulled its things out and making the space feel a little bit more like home… or at least, what they felt home was supposed to be like. They were surprised to have Roman return to them so quickly, and the fear of being cast out stirred up inside themself again from where they stood by the window. And yet, part of it was almost happy to see Roman again. “Hey again, is everything alright?” they asked.

‘Roman’ had nodded and flashed a happy smile at Virgil. “I hope you’re finding everything to be adequate for the time being... I’ve been working on a little something for you since I heard you’d be coming around. Are you still settling in?” they promoted, holding out their hand to Virgil. “I know we got off to a rocky start, and this doesn’t really make up for it, but I was hoping it could be a start,” they murmured, glancing a bit away from Virgil, almost looking ashamed. “I don’t know how interested you are, but I’d like to start over. If that’s alright with you?” they finished with, looking back to Virgil again.

Virgil had been a little taken aback, to tell the truth. The idea that Roman would ever want to touch them, let alone offering first was dizzying enough, but to put in the effort to make them feel more comfortable was… nice, actually. Really nice. “I… I would really like that, actually,” it said, taking Roman’s hand with a tentative grip, light enough to still pull away. “To be honest, I’m still trying to get used to all of this, but I do want to get to know you better,” they said, unable to fight the shadow of a crooked smile on its face.

‘Roman’ grinned softly at the response, pulling Virgil close and giving them a little spin before starting to walk, moving their fingers to intertwine with Virgil’s. “Well I’m more than happy to tell you anything you’d like to know. Come on, it’s just down through here,” they said cheerily, stepping down some rustic looking spiraled stairs. Roman hadn’t ever bothered to actually fix them up, since the area never got used. The new figment lead Virgil to a room with a wooden door, grabbing out a key and unlocking it before pushing it open, standing out of the way to let Virgil walk in.

As Virgil followed, they felt like their entire head was going to combust from ‘Roman’s’ suave movements alone, and they held on a little tighter than before as the two walked toward’s their next destination. It was slightly confused at first, but upon walking into the room, Virgil could feel their voice being swept away. Before their eyes was a lush and ornate garden, and there was a twinkle in the air that made Virgil’s chest tighten up with anticipation, and their head felt foggy. But realism still itched at the back of Virgil’s mind, despite Virgil’s desire to ignore it. “I don’t understand… what’s all this for?” It asked, turning to face ‘Roman’, a mix of glee and worry stirring up inside. They weren’t exactly sure what kind of answer they were hoping for or were expecting honestly.

Sighing softly, ‘Roman’ began to speak again. “I was really shitty to you before, and I just... wanted to make sure you felt welcome here. You didn’t deserve the things I said to you,” they murmured. “Truthfully, I wish I could’ve been more like you. You’re so strong, Virgil, and smart too,” they complimented, a soft look on their face. Glancing back at the garden, they seemed to perk up some. “Oh I almost forgot! I haven’t even shown you the best part,” they said, before hurriedly running ahead through some doorways made out of large bushes, looking like it was just out of a movie. The soon stopped, grinning softly and gesturing, where quite a few cuddly animals roamed the grass.

Any more compliments and Virgil might never shake off the pinky hue their face had taken on. They were grateful for ‘Roman’s’ sudden burst of excitement, and trailed after, not-so-subtly fanning their face. But whatever else the other side had been saying was lost on Virgil’s ears. A small rabbit hopped towards Virgil’s feet, and they scooped the little thing up with a cautious hand, beaming. “You really didn’t have to do all of this,” it mumbled, the delightful fogginess from before setting in again. “But it’s really sweet of you, thank you.”

“Well of course I had to,” ‘Roman’ murmured sheepishly. “It’s worth it to see you so happy. Besides, the blush is a nice bonus,” they flirted lightly. They took a seat on the ground, letting a few of the rabbits jump towards them, smiling some and petting them. “There’s a few things I have to attend to. Would you mind staying here a while? I’ll come back with lunch and we can have a little picnic, get to know each other a bit better?” they offered.

Virgil nodded, almost too eagerly; there was just something about how ‘Roman’ was behaving that they couldn’t place that made them feel wanted. “Yeah, of course! I’ll wait for you, I mean, there’s so much to look around at…” they trailed off, mesmerized by the view. Virgil would wait happily as long as ‘Roman’ wanted to, with how safe this place felt. It could hardly remember why it was nervous about being around the other in the first place.

Smiling at the response, ‘Roman’ stood up again. “I’ll see you again soon, my little meadowsweet. Feel free to look around—there’s plenty I didn’t show you.” They left with a hum, shutting the door behind them. They didn’t lock it—the illusion of choice and comfort for Virgil, it was just easier that way. And besides, the others would question if they heard Virgil shouting. That’s the last thing they wanted. They stepped into Roman’s cell, ready to patronize the other as a grin seeped across their face. “Getting cozy there Roman?” they asked. “Don’t worry, I’ve already taken care of Virgil, nobody’s questioned where you went. They all think I’m you... must say something about you, doesn’t it?”

Roman glared up at them. “You won’t get away with this, whatever the hell you are, you can’t keep this game up forever.” Even with his brazen words, it was obvious that Roman was still recovering from… god knows what this other creature did to him. His eyes lacked their usual spark, and the lack of blood flow to his arms wasn’t exactly helpful either.

“Oh but Roman, I already am,” they answered with a grin.

“So what’re you going to do with me, then? Am I no longer the thorn in your side that I was? ‘Cause if you let me out, I can show just how much of a pain I could have been,” Roman snarled.

“Good to know I didn’t take any of that hideous anger. I’m not sure yet, I rather enjoy being prince. I think king fits me better though, don’t you?” they asked, tapping their index finger against their chin. “Maybe I’ll keep you here and just take your place. No one would dare to question a king, you made it so they wouldn’t. Ah yes, that would do nicely,” they hummed, pacing the room slowly. “Oh and by the way... Virgil’s happy, I’m sure you’ll be glad to know. The poor thing doesn’t have a clue what hit it. Nobody will find it again...”

At the mention of Virgil, Roman yanked harshly against her chains again, “What the hell did you do with them?! Where are they, you better fucking tell me right now!” He shouted, eyes sparking red if only for a feeble moment. “You are no king, just a fool and a liar playing dress up. This isn’t your world to play with, and if you think for a second no one will catch on, you’re an even bigger fool than I thought.”

The trait merely laughed at the response. “Oh Roman, poor poor Roman, I think you forget... I’m still you. They don’t think any different. They have no reason to,” they answered. “You may call me the fool, but I at least know how to use the way Virgil feels about us to my advantage. Funny that you didn’t notice before, it’s in love with you,” the murmured, looking amused as they looked at their nails. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt to tell you though, seeing as you nor it are getting out anytime soon. Virgil’s in its own little magic forest... it’ll be lost on its own soon enough.”

A million and one questions were running through Roman’s mind at the moment, from the point that Virgil loved him to the magic forest. She shook her head and glared back up at the other. “You’re horrible using them like that! Let me remind you that Virgil has yet to do anything that warrants this sort of treatment!” She gritted her teeth, “You’re a bully, and a prick, and the most obnoxious son of a bitch I’ve ever met.”

“Virgil wasn’t anything in the first place. It was a mere mistake. We should’ve ridded it earlier, and you know that as much as I do, but I guess it makes me the bad guy to be honest about it;” they muttered.

Roman sighed, resting her head against the wall. “But can I ask for one thing, since you’re so clearly acting as the high-and-mighty king right now?”

“What is it Roman?” the trait asked, bored by the question. “Hurry along now, I did promise Virgil a lovely lunch. Poor thing is eating right out of the palm of my hand you know.”

“Two things, and don’t lie and tell me you’re actually eager to get back to them,” Roman snarked. “First things first, I don’t know who you think you’re fooling with that outfit, but it’s loud for even my tastes. I mean, black with ruby accents? You, my formidable foe, look like an emo nightmare, and not in the good way,” she started, testing the waters, trying to get a rise out of this strange side. “And, for my question, could you get a little closer? I know you must find my voice annoying, and I’m sure a whisper would be much less grating on your ears.”

“I’m far from eager about it, though Virgil certainly misses me,” they remarked, a grin on their face. “And perhaps I don’t look exactly like you, but a look change is easy,” they added with a shrug, simply snapping their fingers as their appearance shifted. “Though I’m certain I look twice as good as you either way,” they finished. Despite their words; they indulged in Roman’s request, coming closer and kneeling in front of her, waiting for the response.

Roman grinned, and blew a raspberry in the other’s face. He was nothing if not a child at heart. “Fuck you, and fuck everything you stand for. As soon as Virgil realizes you’re not me, they’re going to flip their shit, and it’s not going to be pretty. You’d be lucky if you escape with all of your limbs intact.” He knew Virgil wasn’t violent in the slightest, but the other didn’t need to know that. “And you still look like a freak show,” he quipped. “Maybe it’s the stupid smirk on your face, you look much better without one,” Roman taunted, mildly amused by himself for actually pulling such a stupid stunt off.

The trait gritted their teeth, wiping the spit from their face. “Roman, you keep forgetting, you’re not the only part it fell in love for,” they muttered, wiping the spit off on their pants. “Even if the paranoid freak figures it out, do you really think I’m stupid enough to let it out? It wouldn’t dare hurt me. At best, it would feel bad for causing such horrors to us, and I’ll make sure it knows it’s all its fault. No amount of reassuring from you will fix that.”

“You motherfucking—“ Roman started off blazing with anger again, but cut himself off. Her shoulders sank once more as the wheels in her head finished turning. “You’re doing this just because you can. There’s no rhyme or reason, is there? You just want the world, and to step on whomever doesn’t fit your idea of it. There isn’t a drop of remorse in your body, is there?” She wasn’t looking at them anymore, but at the floor as she pieced everything together. “And, even so, I still don’t know what to call you. You’re not Cruelty or I’d be way worse off, you’re not Hatred or Anger…”

“Oh don’t fool yourself, Roman, I don’t step on what I do for no reason. Virgil wasn’t part of the plan, we both know that. Logan’s lovely, I wouldn’t dare to hurt him. But I certainly wouldn’t hesitate to do the same with Remus,” they shrugged. “Simply put, mistakes don’t belong in my world, and as long as I’m living, it is my world.”

“You think you’re perfect,” Roman mumbled, and he almost laughed. “Logan and Remus are almost the most polar opposite sides you could have compared, of course you like Logan. They’re efficient and quiet and do as they’re told. Remus is anything but those things.” He looked back up at the other. “The only thing that matters to you is for everything to be exactly the way you want it, because obviously your way is better than anyone else’s.” Roman stared them in the eye, “You’re arrogant and see no flaws in anything you do. A perfectionist through and through… I know you’re name. You’re Pride.”

“Pride, huh?” the villain grinned. “I like that actually. It suits me well. Well... whatever this may be, I have something to be tending to,” he hummed. “Ta-ta, Roman. Oh, and don’t let me catch you mumbling to yourself anymore, yeah? Be a shame if I’d have to silence you,” he remarked, stepping out the barred door and locking it behind him.

Roman waited to the count of twenty before returning to his struggle against those dammed chains. He had to get out of here, Roman didn’t want that slime ball of a side nosing anywhere around his creations. The clattering of his shackles resounded in his cell, and Roman let his arms fall back against the wall. Whatever charm was on this place, it kept him from using any of his powers. So, she resorted to the only other option left, as humiliating as it was. “Hello?! Is anyone there?!” he shouted into the air.

Virgil had been humming softly as it pet the animals, peaceful and content. Well, at least until it heard some rattling. It stood up, taking one of the bunnies with it and carefully started stepping towards the noises. They had done some exploring, but not much without ‘Roman,’ not wanting to get lost. But curiosity got the best of it, and it couldn’t help being a little concerned about the noises it approached. It hadn’t made out the words that the person had said, but knocked lightly on the stone wall, which was covered in vines and leaves. “Hello?” they called quietly, still nervous as their heart pounded, pulling the bunny a little closer to their chest.

Roman flinched; to be entirely honest, she didn’t think that would work. But it was this particular voice that mattered more to Roman in this moment, and she leaned as forward against her chains as she could, speaking again, “Hello?! Virgil, is that you? Say something, anything, are you alright? They haven’t hurt you, have they?” she asked frantically.

“Ro... man? Woah, woah, wait, slow down—what do you mean?” Virgil was trying to wrap their head around half the words Roman had said, and frankly, they were failing miserably. The kneeled down next to the wall, setting down the bunny gently, that cuddled up to their thigh. “Has who hurt me? Nobody’s hurt me Roman—what happened to you? I thought you said you had some things to take care of then you’d be back...” Virgil wasn’t exactly sure if they should be scared, concerned, or just bluntly hurt, and somehow, they managed to be all three.

“I’m trapped somewhere, you have to to help get me out of here!” Roman answered quickly. “The place you are in now isn’t safe, you’re going to get lost in there forever if you don’t find a way out now. There’s someone walking about that looks just like me, their name is Pride, you cannot under any circumstances trust them! They locked me up, and I’m not strong enough right now to get out on my own. Please, Virgil, I need your help.”

Virgil froze up a bit at that. “Oh.” The response hung heavy in the air. They knew Roman couldn’t have just been being nice to them, of course he couldn’t. They were foolish for ever believing there was any good will to it. Still, even though it stung, Virgil couldn’t help hoping that it wasn’t true. “And all the rabbits, and hand holding... oh...” Virgil continued quietly, trying to connect the dots. They took a deep breath, doing their best not to cry. “I want to trust you, I want to say you’re the real Roman, I do but—given what you just told me, how can I even trust you?” they asked.

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Fight With Yourself and Your Thoughts in the Night

Request: “My thought was he’d turn into an actual white wolf and is knocked out by the spell. When he wakes up, he’s been locked into a small cage along with Jaskier. The bad guys think that Geralt will end up killing Jaskier, but instead Wolf!Geralt treats him like a pack member, or basically like he always does. Eventually, they escape and either wears off or they go to Yennefer to have her remove it.” 

When Jaskier came to, the first thing he noticed was that something soft and warm was pressed against his side. The second thing he noticed was that wherever he was was much too small for him and the soft creature beside him. 

The creature whimpered and Jaskier jumped, hitting his head off of what could only be a cage. He pressed slowly raised his hand to see how high this cage was. He wouldn’t be able to sit up from his crouched position on his knees and elbows. Accepting he was trapped in his cage with the creature, he finally looked over and his eyes landed on a snow-white wolf. 

The bard’s heart went cold for a few moments. The wolf began to sniff him and started nudging at Jaskier’s arms like it was trying to get a look at his sides.

Scrutinizing the wolf, Jaskier was hit with a wave of realization. “Geralt?” Jaskier asked, holding his hand out to the wolf. The wolf placed his paw in Jaskier’s hand. “Any idea where we are?” The wolf whimpered. A large iron door opened and a man with a greatsword strapped to his back walked in with a vial in his hand. “Good to see you’re awake, bard,” the man said. He held the vial up. “Do you know what this is?” 

“No.” 

“Don’t test me, boy.” The bandit’s voice was low and gruff. 

“I’ve seen Geralt take them but I have no idea what they are or what they do. Honest.” Jaskier shrugged.

“One of my men took a sip and died on the spot. I take you’re going to want this.” The man walked closer to the cage and put the vial close enough to the cage that Jaskier could reach through the cage for it. 

“Why would I want this if it killed someone?” Jaskier raised a brow. 

“The wolf’s going to get hungry before long. You can’t expect the slimy cur not to turn to you for food when that happens. Witchers are more beastly than the fucking wolves that hunt in the highlands. You can either let the heartless fuck-”

“You nicked us from the highlands, didn’t you?” Jaskier cocked his head. “Shouldn’t you be in a cage too, then?” 

“Watch your mouth you little shit!” The bandit bellowed. 

“What’re you going to do about it? Honestly? You don’t have the guts to kill me yourself so you’re going to make someone you bewitched do it for you? You’re more cowardly than me,” Jaskier laughed. 

The man withdrew the keys from his belt and walked to the cage with a scowl. He unlocked it and the second the door was opened, Jaskier lunged and caught the man around the waist, holding him to the ground. The wolf wasted no time in slashing the man’s throat with his claws. 

“Geralt.” Jaskier tried for the wolf’s attention. “Geralt.” He patted the wolf’s head. “Would drinking your potion undo the spell? I don’t know what-” The bard stopped talking when the wolf whimpered and barked. “Alright. Let’s give it a go, hm?” 

Jaskier picked up the bottle and though it took them a couple of tries, Geralt did swallow the potion. Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light and Geralt was kneeling before Jaskier with black eyes and blackened veins around his eyes. 

“It worked,” Jaskeir grinned. 

Geralt hummed and stood. Jaskier, whose legs had been bent for so long, had a harder time standing. The Witcher figured it was just as well. He’d have to slaughter their way out, his potion was ramping him up. He heaved a deep breath and turned to Jaskier. 

“I don’t want you seeing what I’m about to do.” 

“What are you-”

In one fluid motion, Geralt steadied Jaskier against his chest and cast Somne. The bard’s head lulled back on his shoulder as the man promptly fell asleep. He eased Jaskier down so he was laying on the floor. 

The Witcher turned to the door and blasted it down with Aard. The first man to raise alarm was easily killed by his own sword once Geralt got it out of his hands. Some of the men ran while others were foolish enough to attack him. 

Geralt never went more than a couple of feet away from the iron door. He needed to keep Jaskier safe. The men that chose to attack were killed in front of the door while a few took a bit of coercion.

Once Jaskier’s heartbeat was the only one Geralt could hear, he went back to the room with the cage and scooped Jaskier into his arms to carry him out of the ramshackle cave.

*****

Jaskier’s head was pillowed by Geralt’s travelling cloak. He could tell that by the scent: dead leaves, pine needles, woodsmoke, and a slight tint of something he probably didn’t want to know. His head felt weirdly full yet light. Like someone packed his head full of clouds. 

Geralt was drying his hair, the river water flowing a little redder as it passed him. Roach, on the other hand, was grazing on grass. 

Jaskier sat up and he was now at an angle to see the water flowing past Geralt. The last words Geralt said to him floated through his mind. I don’t want you seeing what I’m about to do. 

What exactly had he done? They were outside so Geralt had clearly gotten them out. But how? Was the Witcher himself-

Jaskier yelped when Roach nudged his head. 

“Head hurt?” Geralt didn’t look up from drying his hair. The usually silver strands were closer to steel when wet, but clean of blood. 

“...No.” Jaskier rubbed his eyes. His head didn’t hurt but that didn’t mean it felt normal, either. “What, uh...what happened, Geralt?” 

“We got out.”

“I see that . But how did we get out?” Jaskier stood, bracing himself against Roach’s side when he stumbled. The bard rubbed Roach’s side for a few seconds in thanks. 

“I knocked the door out, gathered our things, and carried you out. Whatever they knocked you out with had a worse effect than we thought.”   

Jaskier narrowed his eyes at Geralt’s back. The Witcher was always skimpy with the details, but the bard could always tell when Geralt was tiptoeing around a specific detail. 

Accepting he wouldn’t know the whole truth until Geralt was ready to tell him, Jaskier joined Geralt by the banks of the river, sitting beside the Witcher, humming absentmindedly. 

“I’m not scared of you. You can’t scare me. I thought you would have learned that by now.” Jaskier ran his hands through his hair. “You saved my life...again. Which is why you can’t scare me.” 

“You saw my eyes, Jaskier.”

“I did. But I also see them no. The guilty fear. You’re a good person, Geralt. You don’t fight unless there’s no other option. There was a literal cage they locked us in. I might not know how to help you fight, but I know- I think- how to lessen your guilt. To lessen your guilt, my friend, you need reassurances to drown out whatever nastiness your silly brain is spoon-feeding you.” 

Geralt grunted and finally sat up fully, dropping the towel in his lap. “Why are you doing this?”

“Everyone’s always putting you down and you need someone in your corner. Maybe I should write another ballad about you, hm? What do you say to that, Geralt? About the...the sobbing mother who thought her son was dead.” Jaskier snapped his fingers. “Yes! And how we watched their joyous reunion!” 

Geralt was only sort of listening at this point. Now that this idea was in Jaskier’s head, the bard was going to write it whether the Witcher wanted it or not. Which meant he’d be hearing all about it for the next couple of weeks. 

“Thank you.” Geralt cut Jaskier off mid-sentence. 

“Hm? For what?” Jaskier blinked. 

“Not...fuck.”

Jaskier got the message. “Nothing’s changed; there’s nothing to react to. You’ll always be you. The scary-looking man who smiled when a young girl gave him a flower to thank him for saving her brother.

“Yes, you being a Witcher does have some dark and sadder days- such as today. But even my being a bard has its darker and sadder days- like the day I met Valdo Marx. Now if you’ve ever seen a monster in human skin, it’s that flaming compost heap.” 

Geralt grunted out a laugh and Jaskier beamed. 

“Could you… Do you remember anything from while you were under the spell?” The bard’s hand was fidgeting. 

“No. We were swarmed by bandits, one of them was a mage, a bright light, then I’m kneeling next to you with blood on my hand.” 

Jaskier nodded slowly. “Sometime after I woke up, a man came in and gave me one of your potions saying I was going to want it before long because one of his men died after taking a single sip. I got the keys from the man and got us out of the cage, you drank the potion, and then I woke up here.” 

“I put you to sleep.” Geralt wouldn’t meet Jaskier’s eyes. 

“You got us out alive,” Jaskier pointed out. “Besides, I should be thanking you. That was the most soundly I’ve slept in days.” 

Geralt shook his head but said nothing else. 

“Come on.” Jaskier took Geralt by the hand and tugged him up to his feet. “If you don’t comb your hair you’re not going to be able to.”

*****

Before midnight, Jaskier had curled up in his bedroll a safe distance from the fire but close enough that the flames kept him warm. 

Geralt lay on Jaskier’s other side so if anything were to try to get at Jaskier it would have to go through him first. As he lay there, the bard’s words drifted in and out of his mind. The words of his peacefully sleeping bard. 

Jaskier never lied to him. He’d dance around an answer if he was embarrassed, but he never lied. Eventually, the bard would go on and tell Geralt the whole answer because he felt bad about not really answering. 

When it came to his love life, Jaskier possessed questionable morals- just like any other bard he’d ever crossed paths with. Unlike most freelancers, Jaskier willingly helped anyone and everyone he could without a thought of payment with a smile. 

If someone so kind, selfless, and trusting as Jaskier would place his life in Geralt’s hands, maybe he wasn’t as evil as he thought. He could try trusting himself as Jaskier did. Or at least a little more. 

The Witcher rolled over, facing Jaskier, and focussed on that bard’s heartbeat. The sound lulled him to sleep by ensuring Jaskier was alive and well.

Chapter Three Is Here!

This new fic is the second part to my fic I wrote for InuKag Week, One Week Sooner. If you haven’t read it yet you can read it here.

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Summary: When you look at me, do you see what you lost or do you see all of me?

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Chapter Three

Inuyasha had inquired about another date the next day and Kagome had explained that the next few days were packed with classes but that she was free on Friday. He had told her that he already had an idea of where they should go and she had agreed easily on letting him decide. 

They had spent all of Friday afternoon go kart racing. They took turns trying to cut each other off, and even trying to run each other off the road. Even receiving a warning from the attendant that it wasn’t bumper cars. For lunch they stopped briefly to grab burgers from the cheap concession stand, sitting in the grass, and talking about how they should go pro. On the way back to Kagome’s apartment she had told him how much fun she’d had and jokingly suggested that next time they should try bungee jumping. 

On Monday, Kagome almost choked on the latte he had brought her when he pulled up to a bridge, where a group of professional bungee jumpers were waiting. Kagome had to admit that she loved the adrenaline spike as she was standing there, on the lip of the bridge, arms wrapped tightly around Inuyasha as they pumped themselves up for their double jump. 

“Ready?” He asked, his arms tight around her.

She let out a small squeal. “I’m kinda scared.” She admitted, looking up at him.

“I’ve got you.” He said quietly, pressing his lips to hers, and before Kagome could register anything else, he tipped them over the side.

She broke the kiss and screamed. The wind rushed past them, hair whipping around. Kagome made a point to take a mental picture of Inuyasha’s face as he grinned and whooped into the air. When they reached the end of their line, they bounced back up briefly, Kagome squealing and clutching Inuyasha tighter. 

Even though it had been one of the most amazing experiences of Kagome’s life, on the way home all she could think about was Inuyasha’s lips on hers. It had just made the day a million times better than it already was. She looked over at him as he watched the road, she admired him and all the adventures he had been planning for her, and her heart swelled. She took his hand into hers and gave him a shy smile when he glanced at her. She thought she saw a hint of color on his cheeks when he adjusted in his seat slightly so he could hold her hand more easily while driving. 

When they got to her apartment, she had kept holding his hand all the way to her door. Turning to face him she spoke. “So I’m staying in tomorrow, would you be interested in coming over and watching some old movies with me?”

He grinned at her. “Old movies huh? Is that a poke at me?”

Kagome fought her smile. “Of course not, grandpa. I happen to love black and white films. Well I will be starting movie time at six, with or without you.”

“I’ll be here.” He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. He gave her hand a light squeeze before turning to leave. 

At 5:45pm the next evening when there was a knock at the door, Kagome bolted from her room and ran to look through the peephole. She opened the door and was greeted by the pizza delivery guy. She handed over the money and took the pizzas from him. She kicked the door closed behind her and set the pizzas on the coffee table. She stared at the table, trying to think if she had forgotten anything, not that she would have enough time to do anything about it if she had. 

She threw herself onto the couch, feeling unbelievably nervous for some reason. She wasn’t sure why, since she’d been out with Inuyasha on several dates already. Guess this one just feels different… More intimate? Ugh! What am I doing?

There was another knock and Kagome jerked her head up from the couch, wide eyed. Ok, ok, calm. He’s gonna notice the second you open that door that you’re nervous. She stood from the couch and looked over herself. Her hair was pulled up into a high messy bun, with some tendrils hanging loose. She was wearing her comfortable pink pajama bottoms that were covered in little peaches, and a plain black tank top, her tank top was low cut and she bit her lip at it. She nervously glanced around her living room and spotted a zip-up hoodie slung over the back of her accent chair. She grabbed it and tugged it on, zipping it up halfway, it didn’t help to hide her cleavage but at least it was something. Taking a hold of the doorknob with shaky fingers she took a deep breath. 

She pulled the door open and splayed her arms out wide. “TA-DA!”

Inuyasha stood there in a baggy hoodie and jeans, his long silver hair pulled up into a loose bun, and he held two pizzas in his hand. She grinned at him, resisting the urge to bite her lip at how sexy he could still look in a hoodie. “Ta-da?” He asked.

She stood aside to let him in. “I decided that I like you enough that you can see me in my true form.” She gestured to herself and the outfit. 

He came in and she closed the door, he gestured to the folded pair of sweats he was carrying tucked under one arm. “Me too.” He teased her. He set his pizzas on top of the ones she already had on the table. “Guess we should’ve planned a little better.” He thought about it for a moment. “Maybe not, could probably eat a good chunk of these myself.” 

Kagome pointed out the bathroom to him so that he could change out of his jeans and into the sweats, and soon they were cuddled up on one end of the couch, munching down on pepperoni pizza. 

“Ooo I love this part, when he sticks his hand in there and acts like he lost it. Totally something you would do.” Kagome said, pointing to the tv screen where Roman Holiday was playing. 

“I probably would do that, he got her good, look she totally believed it was real.” He looked at her with a weird smile on his face. “Do you always talk this much during movies?”

“Yeah, I love talking during a movie, I know it’s distracting but I can’t help it. Most people hate it and I can’t get hardly anyone to watch them with me anymore.”

“You’re weird, but I guess that makes me weird too, cause I have a bad habit of talking during movies too. I think all my questions about what’s going on outloud.”

“Guess it’s safe to say that you’re a good movie watching buddy for me then.” She stuffed the last bite of her pizza into her mouth. 

He was still looking at her when Kagome looked at him from the side of her eyes. “Can I help you?” She mumbled around her bite. 

Inuyasha reached over and took hold of one of her escaped tendrils, he held it gently between his fingers. “Why do you color your hair like this?”

She swallowed her mouthful before swatting his hand away. “I don’t color it, I was born like that. It’s called poliosis circumscripta, but the doctors say it’s weird because it’s supposed to be white not silver. I used to color it to try to hide it but stopped when I realized that I kinda like it and didn’t care to show it anymore.” 

They were part way through their third Audrey Hepburn movie when Kagome began to doze off, her head resting on Inuyasha’s chest, his arm around her. He shifted slightly and scooped her up into his arms, standing to carry her to her bedroom. He laid her on her bed and pulled a blanket up around her. He hesitated for a moment before leaning down and pressing a light kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight Kagome.” He whispered. 

The next month continued in that fashion, Inuyasha would seek out and find amazingly fun things for them to do once a week. Then they would always find a day during the week where both were available to cuddle on the couch and watch movies at Kagome’s. They’d still only kissed the once and Kagome was beginning to wonder why. She had had the urge and temptation to kiss him but always hesitated or would talk herself out of it.

Maybe he’s waiting for something? Or waiting till he thinks I’m ready? Maybe I'm just being crazy but it’s been almost two months and we’ve only kissed once… Kagome spent the whole day dwelling on it and her relationship with Inuyasha. She knew that she was growing attached and when she was honest with herself she knew that her feelings ran deeper than that. 

That night Kagome had dreams of things best left forgotten, and images of memories she wished she didn’t have. She woke in a panicked sweat early in the morning before the sunrise. She bolted up from her sleep, gasping for air. When she finally registered that she was in her apartment and everything had just been in her dream she dropped her head into her hands and cried. She spent the early morning hours sitting in the window seat in her bedroom, steaming cup of tea in hand, and tears on her cheeks. She had come to a decision that she didn’t like but knew she had to do. 

Memento

Melizabeth Week Day 3: Precious

As usual during the early evening hours, the Boar Hat was bustling with customers. Meliodas had prepared rounds upon rounds of fine ale from all the outlandish places he had stocked in his wine cellar – out of the absence of a basement located on the third floor –, and none of the packed tables showed signs of slowing down. Most of his clientele belonged to the Holy Knights, easy to identify by the straight way they held themselves even while drinking and the occasional pieces of armor catching the light.

Meliodas rolled his eyes and polished the mug in his hands with more vehemence. His experience had taught him that there were only two types of customers every tavern owner wanted to fill his house with: people with money and people with unhappy marriages.

And if the pathetic salary paired with the grueling workhours Meliodas had endured when he had been a Holy Knight of Liones were any indicator, his current set of customers fit into neither category.

At least the atmosphere was cheerful enough to motivate multiple rounds of booze, which Meliodas gladly filled into another set of mugs placed on the wooden tray Diane was all too eager to shove in his face.

“Another round coming right up,” she yelled, earning herself cheers from the table in the far-off corner, before she disappeared within the crowd on light feet.

Meliodas was lucky to have her today; his assistance waiter only showed up to work on rare occasions these days. No wonder with all these political troubles on her mind about clan fusions, border regulations, and peace treaties. He could call himself lucky to have avoided that particular set of hassles. Life as a tavern-owner sure had its downsides – customers with a drinking habit, or as Meliodas liked to call it ‘drowning habit’, similar to Ban’s loved to grind his nerves –, but at least he had no expectations to trouble himself with.

Well, apart from the expectations of hungry customers of course.

“Hey, where’s my meat-pie special?” one of the loudmouths from the front table asked while shaking his mug with enough élan to spill half its content on the table. Shame about the liquor; the burgundy drink looked suspiciously similar to one of Meliodas’ most expensive offers on the menu. But if that compelled him to order a second serving faster, Meliodas would be the last one to complain.

“I’ll check in with the cook,” Meliodas said to appease the troublemaker. If Ban was slacking in his agency as prized top chef again, he would give him hell on earth. Or he could demand the keys to his booze storage room back – that should do the trick too.

But before Meliodas had a chance to knock down the kitchen door with a commanding stare and the words ‘Captain’s orders’ on his lips, that same door swung open as Meliodas’ favorite person in the world emerged from the kitchen.

“No need, good sir, I have your order right here,” Elizabeth said.

Not even the dim light of the Boar Hat’s oil lamps screwed to the ceiling could take away from her beauty as she slipped into the tavern room, a plate stacked with meat-pie balancing in her hands. Her long silver hair flowed behind her, charmed by the new waiter outfit Meliodas had presented her a few days ago with a sly grin. The scandalously short skirt and ribbon-top enhanced her perfect curves, and Meliodas patted himself on the back for coming up with the design. Elizabeth almost floated into the room on her white slippers, and presented a beam to the customers that made Meliodas forget everything at once, including the urge to scold Ban. All he saw was her as she moved with the grace of a Goddess…

… and stumbled over her own feet.

His brain kicked back into action, and in a fit of chivalry Meliodas jumped forward to prevent her fall. He was a man of opportunities, however, and when he caught her, not only did he save Elizabeth from a bruised knee, he was also treated to a first-class look – and more crucial, touch – of her upper body’s unique and soft qualities.

Elizabeth shrieked in a return to old habits, and Meliodas could imagine the priceless redness creeping into her cheeks, but because his face was still tucked into her bust, he missed out on the sight. Not that he would have traded this place for anything in the world.

The rattle of costly china invaded their privacy, and Meliodas steeped back to examine the damage with an unflinching poker face. Elizabeth, still with a blush on her face, stared at him with wide, blue eyes as large as plates. Speaking of plates, Elizabeth’s hands, frozen in the forward motion they had entered when she had lost her balance, were empty; the meat-pie along with its porcelain company had shattered on the floor to cover the stonework with white shards more pricy than Meliodas could afford after a week of double-hours. Out of all the pieces of crockery he owned, it had to be this one.

Elizabeth shocked gaze skipped between Meliodas and the broken plate, the first tears swimming in her eyes.

“Not again!” Ban complained from the kitchen. “I can’t prepare each meal twice just because it keeps raining plates. I want to submit vacation!”

“Shut up, Ban,” King said, followed by a low thud that sounded like Ban’s head had made the acquaintance of the ceramic workbench.

“I’m so sorry, Meliodas,” Elizabeth said teary-eyed. “I know this was your favorite plate. Even after you’ve made me co-owner of the tavern, I’m still no use when it comes to lending you a hand. If there’s a way to make it up to you, I’ll –”

“Sssh, if you keep talking like that, you’ll soon start to believe this nonsense.” Meliodas petted her head, and a glimmer of happiness returned to her eyes. “It took me five years to turn into a somewhat decent tavern owner, and even then, I maybe failed to offer my customers a decent meal once or twice. As I’m sure Hawk will be eager to inform ya. Yo, scraps disposal, there’s work for you.”

The named swine emerged from behind the counter and sniffed at the leftovers on the floor. “Even your best food can’t compare to what Ban cooks on his worst day. The smell alone… and the soft flavors that explode in your mouth with an aftertaste only the gods could have created…”

“Well, help ya’self.”

“Oh, I will,” Hawk said with a cloudy expression; he had already fallen victim to the intoxicating aroma of Ban’s food and used his hooves to shove the remains of the plate aside to dig into the meal that was no doubt too good to be wasted on him.

All these servings of Ban’s cooking had made him choosy, and if Meliodas didn’t threaten him with starvation, he wouldn’t do as much as look at the scraps Meliodas and Elizabeth handed him when Ban was out and busy enjoying his own life. Why did he continue to pay these morons? Well, technically their salary consisted of nothing but a pat on the back, but Ban and the pig enjoyed the luxury of unlimited access to Meliodas’ booze and groceries – and they both knew how to make the most of this privilege.

Elizabeth had dropped to her knees beside Hawk and collected the white shards with her bare hands and more bitterness than Meliodas could bear to see on her face. She treated each piece covered with artistic lines depicting birds and deer and landscapes almost like a lost child.

He bent down next to her and took her hands with soft firmness. “You’ll cut yourself.”

Elizabeth’s hands were shaking when she let go of the shards, but despite the emotional struggle she worked herself through, she had regained enough control to climb to her feet with his assistance. All these curious gazes from the overcrowded tables only added to her unease, and the meat-pie guy made a particularly sour face as he watched his order disappear into the greedy maw of the pig. Elizabeth needed a bit of air to calm herself, and Meliodas would be happy to escape the noise, so why not delegate some tasks to his underlings?

“Yo, Gowther, take over the counter for a bit, wont’cha?” Meliodas said and scooped Elizabeth with the same ease he would have a baby bird.

Gowther left the corner he had occupied with the stiffness that befell him whenever a captivating book found its way into his hands and saluted. “Roger, Captain!” He picked the mug Meliodas had polished to perfection, and rubbed the dirty cloth from the counter over its surface in an attempt to copy Meliodas. Maybe he hadn’t been the best fit for the job, but Meliodas had other things on his mind besides Gowther’s inability to look like a bar tender with any sort of competence.

With Elizabeth in his arms, Meliodas rushed out of the door and trod over dry patches of grass until the sounds of conversation and laughter from inside the Boar Hat had faded to background stereo. Sometime after he had ordered Diane to lighten the oil lamps in the tavern room, the sun must have disappeared; apart from the stars and the beams of orange seeping through the Boar Hat’s lattice window, the landscape was covered in shadows.

Meliodas placed Elizabeth on her feet and reached out to cup her face. “Feeling better?” Her small but honest nod encouraged him to continue. “You shouldn’t get so worked up about this tavern business, we set this up because we both enjoyed the idea, remember? And who cares if that chattering knight in training doesn’t get his meat-pie? I’ll be the last one to complain.”

“Sometimes I feel so useless next to you,” Elizabeth admitted quietly. “In other lives I was a warrior or a knight or a sailor. But the longest time in this life, I’ve spent as nothing but a spoiled princess. Even running a tavern with you is more than I can manage.”

Meliodas studied her with a knot in his throat he couldn’t swallow. “Elizabeth…”

“But,” she interrupted, “no matter how often I fall and how often I let you down, I won’t give up. That’s what you did for me. I want to at least repay you a little, and with more practice, I will do better, I promise.”

“There’s nothing you’d have to repay me for,” Meliodas said with a smile that turned wicked when an idea crossed his mind. “Of course, if you’d ask your crazy wealthy relatives to fund our business every once in a while, I won’t decline.”

Elizabeth laughed that adorable laugh he was so addicted to before her gaze was caught by Liones’ capital glistering in the distance with tiny lights from a thousand windows. The palaces’ outline, a bulk of stone towering above the city, stood out against the hill ranges in the distance. For a moment, the reflections of her old home shone in her eyes, and Meliodas soaked in this beautiful expression like a man dying of thirst.

She surprised him with the question she asked next. “What about the plate was so dear to you?”

“You’re still thinking about that stupid piece of china?”

“No… I mean, of course I am still sorry for breaking it, and if I knew how to mend it, I would in a heartbeat, but what I want to understand is what the plate matters to you. I would like to be able to see the value in those objects that surround you the same way as you do.”

After three thousand years, she still surprised him with how much she cared about the little, unimportant details others would fail to even notice.

Meliodas crossed his arms behind his head and let his eyes trail over the landscape without seeing any of its shapes. “I got this plate from an old woman in Byron, a few years after I opened the first version of the Boar Hat together with a Hawk. There were all these people on the street, trading their tableware, laughing, and shoving around in these idiotic traditional dances. I stopped by the town by pure chance on that day, but Hawk forced me to spent all my hard-earned savings on new plates, so I went to the stall of this woman with the intention to get this trip over with as fast as I could. But even for someone who doesn’t care one bit about how the dishes under the food look, the craft she had put into these things was a sight for sore eyes. And while I was studying this one plate, she told me that she’d give me that one for free. She wouldn’t accept a single coin. I asked her why she would do that for a stranger, and you know what she said?

“She said it was the birthday of the third princess of Liones, a day to celebrate and show kindness to those who aren’t offered sympathy on other days. That one was the only plate I brought with me that day. Hawk was furious, of course. But that plate and the gesture behind it always reminded me of you, Elizabeth, and of your kindness. That’s why it was my favorite.”

When he craned his neck to peek at Elizabeth, Meliodas was met with a warmth that could melt glaciers and a sorrow that could bring tears to the eyes of stone-cold warriors. “Now I regret that I broke that plate even more. It sounds like it was a very precious piece of remembrance to you.”

“Forget that plate,” Meliodas said and stepped closed to take her hand. “What’s precious to me are all these little moments with you – especially when you stumble over your own feet and I’m there to catch you.”

They leaned closer until they lost themselves in the touch of the other. And if Meliodas had been given the choice by some higher entity, he would have traded that plate – that had by miracle survived all the times his tavern had been shredded by accursed strokes of fate to remind him of the kindness he had been granted – for this moment every single time.

Hey, could I have a Steve Harrington x reader where the reader is a Byers. They’re hanging out in her room and all but Joyce comes home so he as to try to sneak out of her room through the window like the “ninja” he is. Lmao. Jonathon spits him, doesn’t say anything but does talk to Joyce/the reader. But then Steve and the reader meet up at scoops the next day. She tells him and he tries to make it up to her in a cute and cheesy way.Can’t wait to see what you write. Thanks!

Sneaking Out - Steve Harrington x Byers! Reader

Summary: Steve, after sneaking inside y/n room and having a good time with her, but then leaving because of Joyce and Jonathan. Steve decides to repay in Scoops Ahoy for her.

Word count: 4154 (I was inspired)

Warnings: swearing, mention of sex.

Author's note: So this took me a whole week because I wanted to be perfect. I'm more in love with Steve everyday, so this is some fluff for you guys.

I hope that you like :) comment and of course request me what you want more. I take a while to make, sorry, but I sometimes I don't get inspired (sucks).

Gif owner: dailystrangerthings

Steve kissed y/n lips one more time and then released his lips from hers, getting close to y/n face, meeting her pretty eyes.

"Stop doing that," She whispered to him, running her hands through his naked back and biting her lips.

"Doing what?" Steve asks giving a malicious smile to her.

"Whatever you are doing. It’s making me blush," She answers playing with his hair.

"God, when I'm with you I forget that everything in my life is shit, excepting you," Steve says running his hands on her hips and smiling.

"Oh baby, don't say that, it's fine okay? You have me and I love you." Y/n say pushing him making Steve go on top of her.

"I love you too baby," Steve whispered kissing her deeply and putting his hands on her hips while hers were in his back, wrapping her legs on his hips.

Steve runs his hands on her belly, kissing her harder and making y/n giggle.

"What?" Steve asked looking confused to her.

"It tickles Stevie," She whined opening her eyes and looking at him with joy.

"Oh, then I guess I just have to do more," Steve says tickling her even more and laughing at her scream.

"No! Stop Steve, stop!!!" She screamed, laughing out loud and trying to get away from him in the bed

"I will only stop if you stop being so cute."Steve says, grabbing her and trying not to get hit by one of her legs.

"Nooo!!! I’m not cute," Y/n whined looking at his eyes and laughing even more when he grabbed her by the feet.

"Wrong answer baby!" Steve yelled, laughing with her, and then letting go of her.

"I'm not going to kiss you for 3 weeks," She says, sitting on the bed and pulling the blanket to cover her naked body.

"You can't do this," He answered getting close of her face and licking his lips.

"Yeah, I can and I certainly will," y/n whispered sensually getting close of his lips, almost kissing him in the process.

"I..." When Steve was going to say something to her, they listen to the sound of her mom's car, Joyce, making Steve look worried to her and y/n open her mouth with shook.

"Fuck my mom is here," Y/n whined closing her eyes.

"You have to go Steve," She whispered opening her eyes and looking to his brown eyes.

"No, I'm going to stay," He whined, putting his face in the crook of her neck, making y/n chuckle, and run her hands through his hair.

"Steve you have to, if my mom or Jonathan caught us here, they are going to kill us, mainly you. I don't want to be without a boyfriend," y/n say playing with his hair and giggling when he planted small kisses on her neck.

"Okay, I go, just because I don't want you to cry when your mom or Jonathan kill me," Steve says getting off her neck and giving her a small peck, that turned into a deep kiss.

"Steve." She moaned between the kiss letting go off him.

"Okay."

She closed her eyes and sighed, already missing his hot body on hers. 

"I thought she was only going to be here at 10?" Steve said, getting off the bed and grabbing his clothes. 

"Well. It's already 10. I guess we took a good time." y/n answered, opening her eyes and looking to a naked Steve.

"Y/n I'm home!" Joyce yelled getting on the house and in the way of the stairs.

"Fuckkkk! Steve you have to hurry." She whispered (screamed) to him.

"I'm doing that but is hard to get dressed in 1 minute baby." Steve says putting his pants and trying not to fall.

Y/n chuckled at the scene and got off the bed, grabbing her bra, and putting on her, while looking for her underwear.

"Steve, where's my underwear?" She asked, walking around her bedroom looking for the underwear.

"I don't know baby, I think I ripped her off," Steve says trying to put his shirt.

"Steve! I'm going to kill you,” y/n whispered to Steve, who was looking for his shoes and socks.

Y/n give up on trying to find the rest of her clothes and then put a pink silk robe. 

“Y/n! Are you in there?” She heard her mom say close to the door, making y/n swear at herself and then yell.

“Yeah mom, I’m coming, wait a minute,” She yelled looking to Steve and seeing him look at her with wide open eyes pointing to the window.

“What the fuck are you going to do Steve? My mom can’t see you here,” Y/n half whispered half yelled walking to him.

“Give me a minute and I will show you,” Steve says putting throwing his shoes and socks through the window, and then climbing to escape.

“Steve! You’re going to fall! Get out, I hide you in the bathroom,” Y/n say desperate looking to her boyfriend half inside the room and half not. 

“Nah, I do this all the time, if I fall it will be just the way I’ve fallen for you honey,” He says blinking an eye and stealing a kiss.

“You’re weird, you know right?” She says, letting go of his lips and smiling like an idiot.

“That’s why you are with me,” Steve reply smiling and holding in the window hard.

“Honey! I’m going to order a pizza, can I come in,” They both hear Joyce says and knock on the door.

“Shit! You have to go, be careful please,” Y/n whispers watching Steve goes down of the flower “stair” that she had on her window.

What he doesn’t do to be with me. She thought, smiling at herself and watching him go down.

“Honey, what are you doing in the window?” Joyce says, opening the door and seeing y/n with almost the whole body out of the window.

Y/n jumped at her mother’s voice, quickly stepping out of the window and looking at Joyce with a nervous smile on her face, praying she hadn’t realized that Steve was there a few minutes earlier.  

"Ah, I was just if Jonathan had already arrived." Y/n giving a fake smile and leaning against the window, trying to disguise that everything was fine.  

"Oh okay, what pizza do you want?" Joyce asked, entering in the room. 

"Well…" When she was going to respond to her mom, she heard a loud thud making her turn around a little and see a Steve lying on the grass of her house. 

"Shit," She whispered to herself. 

"What's wrong honey?" Her mom asked, walking to the window and trying to see what's going on. 

"Nothing, it was probably Will and his friends mom, nothing to worry about right?" She says quickly, stepping in front of her mom and giving a small smile. 

"You seem different, are you okay y/n?" Joyce says, touching her arm calmly and looking worried to her daughter. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay mom. I just need a shower and then I'll be perfect. Everything is perfect, isn't?" Y/n says nervously, counting the minutes to her mom leave the room, for her finally be able to breathe. 

"Okay, I was going to say to you take a shower, because this room is smelling strange." Her mom says, smiling and looking around the room. 

"What…" She started then give up not wanting to start a conversation that she doesn't want to start. 

"Okay then, I think I want cheese pizza today. Just want to take a shower before." Y/n say getting calm and careful around this type of conversation. 

Yeah, her mom knew that she is not a virgin anymore, but she doesn't need to tell her all the damn time she had sex. Because doesn't even have a point to do such thing. 

Her mom trusts her y/n is 100% sure that besides the other two brothers, she is the most responsible of them. 

Joyce smiled at her and gave a small kiss on her cheek, squeezing her arms, and then going to the door of the room.

But then, her mom stopped getting down on the floor and taking a piece of cloth in her hand.

“Why is your underwear like that honey?” Joyce asks, looking confused to her daughter.

"I...Uh, I was wearing a skirt and then I sat on a bench this afternoon and-and I unintentionally ripped the skirt and the underwear, I'm sorry mom I know that I just bought that one. I promise I will be more careful." Y/n says fast, praying that her mom will buy the story that she was telling her.

I'm going to kill Steve, in the second I see him tomorrow I will kill him right away.  

"Those things happen y/n/n and that's normal, okay? I will give you some money later for you to buy new ones. But now I'm going to order the pizza." Joyce says smiling and then leaving the room.

Finally. She couldn't keep lying to her mom anymore, she was getting out of ideas.

Sighing heavily and going to her bathroom, she took her clothes to get a wonderful bath.

Missing 2 feets Steve to be in the floor, he falls, yeah. Because of the fucking sound of Jonathan car, that scared him and now he was in fucking grass.

“Shit,” Steve groaned, lying on the grass and letting go of his shoes, that he was holding.

“Steve?! What are you doing here?” Steve heard Jonathan say close to him.

“Jonathan! My man, I’m just checking the land.  After all this crazy rats that you told me, I was just worried that none of them would harm you anymore and Will obviously.” Steve says, quickly getting on his feet, taking his shoes and swearing at himself to step in the mud.

“Yeah? I’m sure you want to protect us, especially y/n. But I have to ask, why are you with your shirt in the wrong side and you’re not wearing shoes?” Jonathan asks, smiling ironically and pointing to Steve’s clothes. 

“This? This is nothing, don’t worry Jonathan. Everything is fine, right?” Steve says nervous, running his hand through his hair.

Jonathan nods, then turns to make other question.

“Then why, you’re smelling just like my sister's perfume?”  Jonathan asks with a little bit of rage in his voice.

"It's because we have the same fragrance! What a wonderful coincidence, right? Tell her that she has got taste." Steve answers in an excited but at the same time nervous voice. Shaking his hands and smiling to Jonathan.

“Of course Steve. I’m going to tell y/n, my sister,” Jonathan says, raising his eyebrows, turning around to walk to the front door. 

“Yeah! Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” He responds nervous to Jonathan, walking to the direction of his car, who was three blocks away.

“Shit. Well at least was worth for her. Always is,” He whispered to himself, remembering the time with y/n and all the good things about her.

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Y/n sat on her bed, after eating 4 slices of pizza and getting very tired with all the talk with her family and Jonathan giving her strange glances during dinner.

Taking the book on her nightstand, she started to read, entering in the beautiful universe of reading something. But when the best part of the story was going to start, she heard a knock on her door, making y/n wheeze and almost scream.

“Enter,” She says sharply, continuing to read the book in her hands.

“So, I saw Steve leaving and he was a mess and his shirt was in the wrong side. You need to tell me something?” She heard Jonathan says to her, making her close the book and put him in the place that he was before.

“Really? Strange, he is crazy, didn’t even know he was around. And, for I can remember I don’t have anything to tell you,” Y/n says, trying to hide from her brother that Steve was in her room.

“Are you sure? Because…” Jonathan asked again, entering the room and closing the door.

“Yes Jonathan I am, and if you have anything more to say to me then you can go.” Y/n answered getting evasive and sitting close to the headboard of her bed.  

“Look, I worry about you y/n/n, I want the best for you and I don’t think he deserves you,” Her brother says, sitting on the end of the bed, looking worried to her.

“Deserves me? He is my boyfriend and if you can’t understand that then I’m sorry,” She responds to him, getting mad already. What he’s even thinking? That she was going to break up with Steve just because Jonathan say so? 

“What? Y/n it’s not like that, I care about you, you’re my little sister,” He says, frowning his eyebrows and looking confused to his sister, trying to make her see his point.

“I’m not your little sister Jonathan, I’m older than you. You do the same thing with Nancy and no one says anything,” Y/n said, almost yelling at him, seeing that this conversation was unnecessary. 

“You, you are a girl and…” Jonathan says, trying to explain himself.

“And what?! This fucking thing is all because I’m a girl! Fucking hell,” She yelled getting off the bed and pointing at his face.

“Y/n I’m going to tell mom and you’re not letting him enter this house ever again!” Jonathan yelled, getting off the bed. They usually don’t fight, actually they never fight. But now, he was getting on her nerves. 

“What’s fucking wrong with you?! If you want to tell mom so much then tell! I don’t care anymore Jonathan,” She responds raising her voice and pointing at him.

“Y/ it’s just that I care about you and I don’t want Steve to hurt or do something stupid!” Jonathan yells, pointing to her.

“I know Jonathan. I know that you care about me. But he is not the same anymore, he isn’t Nancy’s boyfriend, he is mine,” Y/n says getting calmer and lowering her voice.

“I know y/n/n. And I’m going to give him a chance, but if he hurts you I’ll beat the shit out of him,” Jonathan says, sighing and walking in his sister direction.

“Okay Johnny. Thank you for not killing him,” She responds, smiling and laughing at Jonathan had just said. He would do this, 100% sure, Jonathan can be very protective of her sometimes.

“Sure, but take care, alright?” He answers, holding her arms and smiling, raising his eyebrows to her make sure that she was going to do what he said.

“Yeah, don’t worry I’m a big girl,” Y/n answers nodding and then hugging him.

Jonathan laughs and hug her tightly, making her laugh loud.

“Good night y/n/n,” Jonathan says letting go of her, going to the door.

“Night Johnny,” She says smiling and watching him close the door with a smile.

Turns out after this fight, everything is fine.

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She woke up in the day after wanting to see Steve, well, missing him. So after lunch y/n dress up in a pink dress and got to the Starcourt mall, seeking to see her boyfriend.

She walked in the direction of the Scoops Ahoy, smiling excited to see Steve again and eat some free ice cream.

Opening the door and thanking the gods that the ice cream shop wasn’t too full, just one person in front of her, talking with Steve or Robin, she couldn’t see who was so y/n just waited for her turn.

After couple minutes with was her turn, y/n stepped in the front of the counter, seeing Steve on the other side smiling at her. with his sailor costume and his pretty hair that she loved to run her hands through.

“Surprise!” She whispers, raising her hands and giving him a wide smile.

“Hey baby,” Steve says, leaning on the counter and smiling softly at her.

“Do you come here often, handsome?” She says, leaning with her arms on the counter, biting her lower lip.

“It’s my job,” He answered smirking and tilting his head to the side

“Really? I thought you were a hot sailor wanting me to set sail on the ocean of flavor with you,” She says smirking, and blinking and eye, remembering the pick up line that made her fall in love with him, giggling until she was out of breath and of course ask him to go on a date with her.

“Oh, I would love to swim in your ocean of flavor,” Steve whispers, leaning on the counter.

She feel shivers in her whole body, making her open her mouth to start to say something but before she could say anything.

“Hey dingus! Why don’t you two get a room already? I think I’m going to throw up if I heard one more thing of your mouths,” They heard Robin says, getting out of the back room and crossing her arms.

“Hey Robin, missed ya!” Y/n says, smiling to her friend and going to the other side of the corner, together with Steve and Robin.

“Hey y/n! So, how is everything?” Robin says, getting excited in the way that was strange to the couple.

“It’s okay, yesterday Steve sneak out through the window because my mom arrived, I almost got killed by her,” Y/n responded smiling to Robin and feeling Steve get close to her and lean his arm on her waist.

“So…” Robin started watching with her eyes the movement of Steve arm on y/n waist and then continued:

“I like your dress, where did you buy?” Robin says, putting a lock of hair behind her ear and smiling shy.

“Um I bought in Gap, but I don’t think you would like the clothes there,” Yn says smiling and snuggling in Steve’s body.

“Yeah, you right. Dingus, I’m going to take care of the customers for you while you’re with y/n but please if you want to have sex, I don’t want to hear it,” Robin whispered, raising her eyebrows to the couple to give a warning.

“We’re not animals gosh, what do you think of me? I’m not going to do that,” Steve says, turning his voice to lower then loud, making y/n giggle in his arms and Robin rolls her eyes.

“Yeah dingus you are, I know you. You two are like rabbits,” Robin answers pointing to the couple smiling.

“We are not! So you if you excuse me Robin I am going to talk to my girlfriend before you steal her from me or make her break up with me,” Steve says wiping his brown eyes, and shaking his head a little, making his sailor hat lean on a little and making y/n laugh louder.

“Yeah, I think you better watch yourself dingus,” Robin says laughing and pointing at Steve.

Y/n nodded holding Steve’s hand and taking to a table with the red sofa to them chat.

Steve sat and y/n too, snuggling on his arms and resting her head on his chest while his hands run through her hair.

“Did you miss me?” Steve asked, looking at her and giving a small smile.

“Yeah, I missed you, a lot,” She whispers, giggling because his cute face.

Steve doesn’t say anything just lean even closer to her, kissing her deeply, cupping her face with his right hand and smiling in the kiss.

“I love you idiot,” Y/n says letting go of his lips and licking her’s.

“I love you way more, and I missed ya too, it was worth it falling in the grass for you,” He whispers blushing and running his finger through her flushed cheek.

“You did? God, then the sound I heard in my room was you,” Y/n responds laughing and running her hands on his chest.

“Yeah, but before I tell you the rest I want to know. Did you enjoy yourself last night, darling?” Steve answered, smirking and squeezing her thighs and waist with his hands.

“I did, a lot. And you’re the best seriously, you made me feel, make me feel wonderful Stevie,” She whispers biting her lip and smirking.

“Well what can’t I say? I’m King Steve Harrington,” He says blinking an eye.

“Yeah, you may be a king but I am the queen, Stevie,” Y/n murmurs holding his chin and kissing him deeply.

“So you were telling me about you fall, what happened then?” She answered, ending the kiss.

“Jonathan found me, and in the end he wasn’t very happy,” Steve murmured, shaking his head with his perfect hair.

“Really? Wow, he talked to me, well we fought. Because he can’t understand that you’re not an idiot, well you are, but not that idiot. I was really mad and disappointed with him, because I love you and I hate when someone does something just like Jonathan did, not trusting me and treating me like a child,” She says and all of those things in a hurry, still a bit sad with her brother.  

Steve smiled and pulled her tight to his body, saying:

“It’s okay, he is going to like me, at least Will does and your mom, I think. But don’t worry baby, I am your idiot now and you’re safe with me, okay?” He whispers these words to her, making her wonder where he was her whole life? Gosh, she loves him so much.

Steve is such a caring guy, and protective (in a good way), he always makes her laugh, always, all the damn time, and she just loves this. 

Y/n loves everything about him. Him being a mom to the party and being so cute when he asks if she is okay.

“Okay Stevie, but he also said that you’re not going into my room a anymore,” 

“Oh, but we can have fun in the living room then? And the kitchen, the bathroom…” Steve whispers, listing all the places that they could have make out sessions and have sex, making her blush and smack his chest.

“Stop! Robin was right, we’re animals,” She whispers giggling at Steve’s offended face.

“No we’re not. What else he said?” Steve rolls his eyes at her giggles, hiding a smile.

“He also said that if you hurt me he is going to beat the shit out of you,” Y/n murmurs raising her eyebrows.

“Well, he already did this,” He says nodding, remembering when Jonathan did this. And 

“Well, he will do again baby if you do that, and I’m going to love.” She says, giving him a mischievous smile.

“God, I’m dating a psychopath,” Steve says, widening his eyes and smiling softly.

He melts for this girl.

"I want ice cream,” She whispers biting his ear. 

“Okay, let’s get some,” Steve says, pushing her hand and going to where the ice creams were.

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“Do you really need all that ice cream and candy?” Steve asks, looking to her ice cream, full of toppings and different flavors.

“Yess, don’t complain about it, now take a spoon, and come to eat with me,” Y/n says rolling her eyes and taking a spoon to herself.

They started to eat the ice cream, making some jokes, kissing, Steve putting ice cream in her face just to lick, y/n biting him all the time and he yelling because of that. Robin screaming at them for Steve make a lot of loud sounds, and y/n smiling all the time.

The both of them finished the ice cream, and Steve wanted to walk inside the mall, just to make up for yesterday, when they turned out of time to be together.

“I was wondering, you do anything just to be with me. It’s funny, never someone do that with me, yeah I had a few guys that I dated, but you, you’re different Steve and I love that about you,” Y/n says holding hands with him and watching his face while walking. 

“I would climb on that fountain in the middle of the mall and scream to the top of my lungs that I love you,” Steve says looking at her with a smile on his pretty face.

“Aw, aren’t you cute baby?” Y/n whispers putting her hand on his chin and giving him a soft smile.

“Well, like they say: Steve Harrington middle name is risk,” He says smirking and pushing her body close to his by the waist.

She sighed blushing and pushing him by the collar while smacking her lips on his.

“You owe me a kiss. But I am and I wasn’t very good at math in the school, so I guess you just have to give me more three,” Steve murmurs running his hands on her hip.

She giggled, putting her arms around his neck, whispering in his ear.

“Well I can give you tonight in your house, I know your parents aren’t home,” 

Steve smirked then answered, kissing her deeply in a way to say yes. 

SilveeLocke | Let's Go Eevee ZombieLocke | Pt. 6

Happy 200th post on my tumblr!

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Part 6: Bird Problems

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>Meet Silviana

>Meet Xander

She walked through the lush green grass. Taking in the sunlight and shaking off the dreadful darkness of the mountain she had just escaped from. Listening to the sounds of the pokémon around her she closed her eyes. Without looking, she could identify a couple different pokémon.

Ekans, rattata, and…

“Hey Junipur let’s get another teammate. The next gym is water, let's get Trahp trained up a little more,” she chuckled and looked at Junipur. She was on Silviana’s shoulder looking straight ahead. She didn’t seem to look grouchy or upset in any way, but Silviana could see that the pokémon was clearly ignoring her.

Fine, I don’t need your opinion.

“Maybe catching a teammate will lift your spirits.” Silviana said grouchily. Walking a couple more steps, Silviana noted the flock of birds in a nearby tree. She gave a half smile, “And I know exactly who it will be.”

Silviana went to grab Junipur to place her on the ground, but she jumped off Silviana’s shoulder anyway. Silviana pulled out an empty pokéball, keeping her eye on the flock, and crept close to the tree.

With a grunt she threw the pokéball at the tree, it hit one of the Spearow and the whole tree erupted into angry caws.

Oh no…

Silviana managed to catch the pokéball as it fell back down. She scooped up a growling Junipur and began to run.

“You know,” she directed her comment toward Junipur, “sometimes it’s better to run from battles instead of taking them head-on all the time.”

She could see the town at the edge of the path. She was quickly running out of breath as the flock of Spearow chased her.

“Spark! Thunder shock!”

A bright yellow blur zoomed past her and she felt her hair raise from the electricity that shot through the air. When she looked back again Spark was on the grass, his body sparking and ears twitching. The Spearow flock that was chasing her had dispersed.

She could hear Xander laughing behind her, “Oh man! What did you do to upset those guys?”

She gave a relieved smile to Xander, “Thanks Xander, I didn’t hurt them, I just caught,” she pulled out the Spearow she just caught, the little bird looked at Xander, “this little fella.” When she spoke the Spearow turned to glare daggers at her.

Uh oh.

The bird flew straight up at her. Silviana covered her face with her arms, dropping its pokéball. Xander scrambled to pick up the ball and sucked the Spearow back in. He just chuckled at the messy state her hair was in. Silviana gave a sigh and adjusted herself.

“Thanks for the help,” she grumbled when she was done.

“You’re~ welcome,” he chuckled and gave a bow, “Man that little guy was a riot,” he continued to chuckle.

Hey that’s actually not too bad a name, Riot… She blinked at him happily.

On the ground, Junipur was eyeing a cowering Spark who was once again hiding behind Xander’s legs.

Silviana chuckled as she watched the two pokémon. Looking at Xander she said, “Anyways, it’s good to see you again. How are your pokémon doing? How was your gym battle?”

“Things are great! Spark is doing well, he’s gotten a lot stronger since our first battle,” he chuckled nervously and picked up Spark, the Pikachu nuzzled his cheek, “And our fight with Misty was super eas–

“Misty? You already fought the second Gym Leader?” Silviana was both surprised and disappointed.

“Yea! It was an awesome battle!”

Although Silviana was disappointed in herself she didn’t let that ruin Xander’s good mood, “That’s great,” she put on a big smile for him, “I hope my battle with her is just as epic! Well I guess I have some catching up to do now.” She started to walk off toward Cerulean City, “I’ll see you later Xander,” she waved at him.

“Actually! I was heading back into town to pick up supplies, plus the next route is south, so I might as well go with you.” He said as he caught up to her.

Silviana sighed inwardly to herself, but she was grateful for his company. As they reached Cerulean a stranger came down the path. His eyes flickered back and forth looking at the ground as he adjusted his purple scarf. There was a strange pokemon sitting on the boy’s shoulder, its green fur coming out in two little spikes on top of its head and it chatted to him with a smile. The boy wore rolled up jeans and a large sweater with a star on the bottom. He didn’t spot the two trainers until he almost ran into them.

“Oh uh, s-sorry I’m just–” he paused, cutting himself off, his eyes blinked a couple times as he looked at Junipur who was sitting on Silviana’s shoulder, “Did- Did you train your Eevee to do that?”

“Actually uh,” Silviana hesitated as she looked at Junipur.

“Y- You must be a good trainer then! Ah, here,” he grabbed her hand and put a pokéball in it, “I’m moving back to Kalos but I needed to give this guy to someone from here before I go,” he started to back up behind them pulling his blonde hair out of his face.

“Ches- Chespin!” the strange pokémon cried.

“I didn’t want to take him out of his own region. Thanks a bunch!” And the stranger took off in the direction of Mt. Moon.

“Ah, I didn’t even get his name.” Silviana was at a loss.

“Well what’s in the pokéball?” Xander peered at the ball in her hand.

With a click, she opened the pokéball and out popped a Bulbasaur. The little pokémon had a dark green bushel of leaves on his body and a lighter color for his body, it was only a little differently colored than the one she had seen in the forest, but she knew it couldn’t be one of those rare genetic discolorations.

Silviana gripped Xander’s collar with one hand, pulling his face close to hers as she yelled, “Oh my gosh! I saw one of these in the Forest we passed through!” She pointed to the little green pokémon, she let go with a sudden realization, “And he just GAVE IT TO ME!” She gripped his shirt with both hands shaking him a little.

Xander laughed nervously and patted her hand, “Dang Sil! I’ve never seen you get this excited about pokémon before,” he smiled nervously.

Junipur, who had jumped off Silviana’s shoulder stared at her trainer questioningly. Spark looked up at his trainer worriedly, but with a glance over at Junipur then at Silviana, he flicked his ears back and made himself smaller.

Silviana had let go of Xander and was pacing, looking at the Bulbasaur the entire time, “Oh gosh, now I have to name him… What name, what name, what name…”

“Well you could name him after a vegetable,” Xander shrugged.

“boK choY!!” Silviana put her fist in her hand. The little green pokémon looked at her with bright eyes.

“Bok Choy?”

“Yea, but you have put more emphasis on the last letters,” Silviana smiled brightly as she patted boK choY on the head, “It’s cooler that way.” She gave the Bulbasaur one last big smile, “I’ll keep you out with me while we train for the next gym,” she put her hand to her chin, “although, I don’t think grass will do very well against water, or was it the opposite?”

She tucked away boK choY so they could continue walking. They chatted lightly as they reached the entrance of Cerulean until Xander stopped on the stone path.

“Okay, well have fun training,” he gave her shoulder a light tap, “and if I were you I would try to make all your pokémon as strong as Junipur there.” Xander walked off toward the next route.

“Thanks Xander! See you later!” She waved to him.

“Oh by the way, don... go... route…” his voice faded as he continued to walk in the opposite direction.

“I hope he knows we can’t hear him,” she smiled at Junipur as they headed into town.

She took out Riot. The bird pokémon was still glaring at her.

“Oh come on, you’re going to love journeying with us, right Junipur?”

Junipur hopped off Silviana and stalked toward the bird. Riot focused on junipur with beady eyes, he squawked when she came closer.

“Vee!” Junipur widened her stance and flattened her ears. Riot opened his wings and lowered his head, squawking loudly once again.

“Uh, guys... Don’t, you just became teamma–”

Junipur leapt onto Riot. The bird tried to jump back, but Junipur had him in her claws before he had a chance to do anything more. Junipur and Riot rolled around on the concrete of the city’s walkway, Junipur pushed off with her back legs and landed hard on Riot’s body. She managed to pin one wing awkwardly under him with a paw and with her other paw firmly held down his beak.

Riot struggled for a moment before stopping and staring at the Eevee. His breaths came short as his little chest rose and fell quickly, he looked up at Junipur with as wide eyes as a prey that’s been caught.

“Junipur, that’s not right, stop it,” Silviana walked to pull her pokémon off of each other. Before she could touch them Junipur walked off of him. She sat down and looked up at Silviana with her eyes. Riot scrambled to stand on his claws, looking tentatively at Junipur then glaring at Silviana.

“Shh, it’s okay Riot,” Silviana stretched out a hand. Riot’s feathers fluffed up. Hearing Junipur growling right next to him, he shook out the aggression and hopped up, and onto Silviana’s hand.

“There we go,” Silviana stroked Riot’s crown and the little bird shifted his wings, awkwardly fluffing up his chest feathers, “All right, let’s go get’cha trained up. What was that northern route Xander was talking about.”

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“Yea! Let’s go Riot!” Silviana cheered. She and Junipur stood on one end of the bridge that led north out of Cerulean city. She had boK choY sitting next to her taking a nap while Riot circled their last opponent. boK choY had battled the first few trainers they had run into while Riot was finishing out the last two on the battle bridge.

The Growlithe barked at Riot with each swift peck the bird gave to it. Swooping down one last time, Riot gave one last hard peck to the Growlithe. He knocked it over, landing on it while it was unconscious.

“Woo!” Silviana cheered waking up boK choY. She walked over with the little green pokémon on her heels and Junipur on her shoulder. Riot landed on her wrist, she stroked his feathers before putting him back in his pokéball.

“What a good battle miss,” The other trainer walked up to her and shook her hand, “Cinder here is a tough cookie, but that was a good battle nonetheless.”

Silviana gave the trainer a smile and walked off the other end of the bridge. The path she was taking veered off to the right, but a commotion off to her left caught her attention.

There was a figure in a black outfit that was shouting.

That outfit looks familiar. Silviana stopped to watch what was going on. The figure in the black outfit had two other pokemon beside him, but he was facing toward the large rock wall that cut off the route. The Zubat that he apparently owned gave a screech at the rock wall before the trainer shouted.

“Evolve you stupid runt! If you're not going to evolve then I might as well get rid of you!” He pointed his finger and the Zubat screeched again. The Koffing that was on his other side let off a spurt of poison. The black clad figure scoffed once again, “Of course, typical weak pokémon, I thought you were something special, having been bred from a lab, but I guess you’re just as weak as normal pokémon. Zubat finish it off.”

The Zubat let off a small screech as it was knocked out of the air by a green blur. It crashed into the wall and landed on the dirt unconscious.

The stranger turned around to see a furious looking little girl with an Eevee on her shoulder and a Bulbasaur at her side. The Bulbasaur’s vines were retracting from the hit to the Zubat. The man’s face contorted into a look of disgust.

Silviana saw the big red “R” on his shirt and knew exactly who he was. She looked behind him to see a little orange pokémon cowering against the rock wall, it was scuffed up badly and a little flame flickered weakly at the end of its tail.

“Stop hurting that Charmander,” Silviana commanded.

The grunt just laughed at her, “What makes you think I’m going to listen to you girl?” The stranger walked closer to her, Silviana held her ground. He got about a foot away when Junipur started growling at him, “Aww,” he teased, “isn’t that cute, maybe we can do something with that fighting spirit of yours,” he reached a hand out to touch Junipur.

Escape: To Salvation Ch:2

Blake X Val

Summery: Blake wakes up in the hell town known as Templegate. confused and alone he must fight through both his past and present for his future. however, hallucinations of festering demons haunt him along with something else more of mortal blood. now he must fight to keep his nightmares and reality separate or succumb to the deadly wilds. however is he truly as alone as he feels in this world?  

status: complete

rated: M - fowl language, sensitive topics, and gore

previous chap: Escape: To Salvation CH:1

next chap: Escape: To Salvation CH:3

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~Ch:2 Vile~

“so how'd the whole town die? Did the storm cause it?” one of the uniformed men asked. “no, religious nuts committed suicide it seems. Helicam got close snapshot of jugs with cyanide labels.” another wearing a mask answered in a slightly radio sounding voice. “so what are we supposed to do?” the first asked again. “at this point the experiment is marked a failure by Murkoff. So we're basically clean up crew. We go in, snuff out any possible survivors who didn't drink the kool aid. Then Murkoff swoops in with the flamethrowers to make the place open for the next group of religious nuts coming in.” a third spoke. “how will they get more people here?” the second questioned. “easy, just let “god” speak to some wacko, convince them there on a holy quest to here. Not like those people question when they hear a sudden booming voice from the sky telling them what to do. Just gotta find the right priest. Already did it once after all.” the third answered with a laugh at the end. “they figure out what caused that overload signal that freak out the system? Was pretty big considering it left us entirely blind on town activity along with a factory lock down till just yesterday.” the second asked. “storm knocked the control switch out. Control couldn't turn down the signal or switch it off. thankfully the radio tower fried itself after the signal got too strong for it to handle. If it didn't we would still be on lock down. The whole thing has to be reset. Even the control panels were fried from that backward signal.” the third answered. All of them pausing as they answered a radio call. “alright, boss gave us the go ahead. Lethal force, save no one, take no souvenirs.” the third spoke. “aww, love to take souvenirs.” the second spoke in disappointment as they began moving. “not from this place unless you want some kind of disease. They have a whole sectioned fenced off for people riddled with diseased. Be thankful we get to leave that place up for the torch guys.” the third spoke. “fuck, I cant let them know I've survived.” Blake thought in panic. Quickly going off into the forest. Sneaking around the armed men to make it back to town. “I'm sorry lynn. I gotta leave, but I'll be back for you. I promise.” Blake quickly spoke to the grave as he quickly buried his unfinished pumpkin, destroyed his little fire pit, packed away his metal shard knife, and tossed away the shovel. Grabbing the twiggy branch he used to sweep over all the fresh tracks he could. Tossing the branch away as he ran deeper into the town. He needed a place to hide and fast, but everywhere he looked seemed to be filled with holes. He couldn't use his regular tall grass or barrel trick in the daylight. He would stick out like a sore thumb. He ran in and out of buildings looking for some small crevice he could squeeze into for a hideaway. Freezing at a second floor window when he didn't just see 3 guys, but 20 or more slowly flowing into the town. Looking over body's. Bashing down doors to any locked buildings. Blake was full on panicking at this moment. Deciding to ditch the town and try his chances in the surrounding forest. He ran from the building while constantly looking over his shoulder for fear of being shot. Running off down into the thin valley ways. Terrified of each corner he rounded before discovering the lake again. “fuck.” Blake panted, really not wanting to be here. His legs were locking up in pain again. Developing a painful charlie horse in both. He leaned against a tree with a wince as he groaned in pain. Spotting a old rotten boat nearby that he could possibly hide under. He swallowed before limping over. Lifting up the rotten boat to slip underneath. Realizing too late there was a deep ditch hidden underneath. Falling back into it as he hadn't been expecting no ground where he stepped. Landing roughly into it on his back as the boat fell to cover the hole. Blake groaned in pain as he looked around the dark space. looking toward a tunnel on his left leading to a lit area. He carefully got up to crawl through the small tunnel. The tunnel opening up to a small chamber able to have 10 people sit in a very close circle together. The middle having a small pit with a burning fire. A small pile of wood off to the side near by. The walls looking either scraped by shovels or scooped simply by hand. The roof seeming to creep down with the many bunches of black vines creeping through the roof. Val was sitting quietly on the opposite end of the fire lit room. Knees close to chest with an arm hanging across one knee and the other she had her elbow resting on the other knee. Resting her head against her hand as she looked toward Blake as he entered. “come to keep me company?” Val asked in a somewhat teasing manner. Blakes expression immediately turned sour. About ready to head back out of the now uninviting space. “come on now, no need to be unfriendly. We can keep each other company till they pass over.” Val spoke calmly. Her friendliness being a bit unnerving to Blake, but Val was right. He wasn't in any condition to run either. He stayed crouched in the tunnel entrance for easy defense if needed. “why don't you come sit by me?” Val asked with a small smile. Even that small gesture made Blake shudder back with a face of revulsion. “ no.” he firmly stated. “it can get pretty lonely.” Val stated, carefully examining over him. Having Blakes skin begin to crawl at the eyes examining over him. “what is this?” Blake asked gesturing with his head up at the room. Wanting to quickly change the subject. “it was a place to get away.” Val answered with a slight smile that quickly disappeared. Blake went quiet after that, looking away before getting concerned about the fire. He looked back toward Val again, feeling a little awkward being stuck with her down here. “where does the smoke go?” he asked. As logic would currently say is that the smoke could collect at the roof of the room before pooling out the ditch entrance. In which case a rotten boat suspiciously smoking wouldn't be a good hiding place. “the vines.” Vals hand pointed up toward them. “they made small spaces in the soft soil between them while holding the soil in place. The smoke flows out around the different trees in the area who's vines cross paths. Seems like just a natural steam vent from an outside point.” Val answered. Blake nodded as he now noticed the vines all had a small bit of tunnel space surrounding each one. His body tensed as he began hearing a humming noise. “a boat?” Blake said aloud. Val sat up in a more alert position. Blake moved as well away from the entrance tunnel. He didn't want his legs being accidentally spotted through a small hole in the rotten boat. The sound of boat motors growing louder before stopping as they reached the lake edge. The men jumping off the boat creating a big thud on the room roofing. Val putting a finger up to her lips to silently tell Blake to stay quiet as he nervously shifted. Both of them holding their breath as they heard footsteps that stopped above. Blake hoping in his mind that an armed man wouldn't just suddenly fall through the thin roofing. Nervousness growing as they watched the soil roof slowly sink down from the weight standing over. Blakes paranoia was getting the better of him as he slowly got up from his seated spot. If the roof broke he had to be ready to fight. Val obviously being against that as she mouthed the words commanding Blake to sit down. He didn't listen, but dove immediately back down when a loud gunshot rang through the air. Val pinning her self to the wall as she ducked low. Startled just the same as Blake from the unexpected noise. “what did you do that for?!” a man on the surface yelled from a far “a dead fish bubbled up and I thought it was someone hiding in the water.” another yelled back near by. “you got scared by a dead fish?” one started with a few laughing. “shut up! I wasn't scared I thought it was somebody!” the shooter yelled. “just save your ammo for when you actually see something champ! We got a whole town to look over.” the far off one yelled. Many starting to laugh again as they moved forward. Once they seemed to be gone Blake let out the air he had been holding in, being quickly shushed by Val. “someone might still be by the boats.” Val mouthed to him. Blake giving a small nod from his laying position in the sand. “we should get some sleep while it's still quiet. They have a lot of town filth to dig through before they'll leave. Come rest by me.” Val whispered and gestured for him to come over. Blake nervously shaking his head as the offer. “no, id rather stand guard.” he spoke for an excuse, as well as being a little truthful. “very well, but you should rest.” Val said to him before laying down with her back toward Blake and the fire. “well, glad she's comfortable.” Blake grumbled in his thoughts. No way he could sleep here after all that or while Val was that close. He laid there watching the crackling fire before getting board after 10 minutes with nothing else to do. He looked over to Val in an attempt to see if she was fully asleep. Unable to tell, he just quietly turned over to face away from her. Taking out Knoths journal out of her possible view. He wasn't sure how Val would react to it. Most likely shed want it burned and the ashes to be danced upon. He flipped through, skimming over parts for an hour till he found the place he was at. Flipping through a bunch more pages for many more hours that had nothing interesting. Stopping when he did find something different. “1985 on the last day of harvest in the month of September- . This is 14 years later from the last note. How'd this place last that long?” Blake read, quickly calculating the information written

________________________________________ “ one of the females of my flock that I was quite fond of came to me with what I thought was a blessed bundle of joy. I was at first outraged when the mother gave life in secrecy and did not allow me to bless the child's arrival with my presence. My anger turning to confusion as the mother requested we speak in private over the matter of the child. I told her if the child was ill it was to be drowned in the lake or given to lairds possession with the others who are plagued. The young women assured me it was not that, but another issue. I assured back that whatever the issue was I could fix it. I had just gotten back from a meeting with the women. My assurance earlier of fixing the child's problem was mistaken. I made the assumption that the mother only felt guilt for not birthing the child in my presence and that it needed christening. Instead I was met with a disgusting site. The child being deformed with multiple parts of both that of a female and male.”

______________________________________________ Blake stopped his reading to look over at Val. Who still had her back faced toward him. “Vals birth?” Blake wondered, returning to his reading.

______________________________________________ “ the mother confirmed soon after that the child was mine and asked me if I would help protect the “loving child”. I couldn't stand being in such a presence of an abomination. I told her to stop spreading such untruthful lies as I knew the lord would not have given me such a deformed child. That it must belonged to another which I made sure she knew well was the story. Or else the deformity meant she was actually diseased and required her to be sent away. She quickly confessed of her sins blaming it on a confusion for which I happily forgave her as she now knew the proper story I liked to hear. I knew I could not harm the innocent, thing, presented to me as so far it had committed no sin besides merely existing at the time. As I was also in no position to judge god's image of how the almighty created it. Such is why I kept the small laird when he arrived to me. I swallowed my disgust down before telling the women that it was a test from the lord. It was to be raised till they could talk then it would be a test upon the child. She was not to help feed, give treatment, or teach any skills with the child after that point. The child's survival would be left in the lord's hands and only he would decide if the child lived or perished. We both knew the child would not make it, but I told her the lords works in mysterious ways. Which up lifted her spirit for a quick smile. After which she asked me if I would name it as a blessing. Souring the last of my mood for the night. I was sure to remind her that it was a woman's job to name the children. Me being a male asked to be demeaned to a woman's place was insulting. However, after hearing her greatest apologies and begging I forgave her mistake. A perfect name came to my mind that only the lord could have bestowed onto me to give. So I told her that the lord has requested me to just this once lower myself to give a blessed name from the heavens, made just for the little thing. I informed her the child's name would from now on be “vile”. The mother nervously swallowed and nodded to my recommendation. I gave a smile back before dismissing her to go home.”

___________________________________________ Blake was now glaring at the written page. “How could someone be so cruel to an innocent kid? Sure as hell explained a lot of where Vals warped mindset originated. that poor girl, pregnant by Knoth before she was blackmailed into submission by him. Forced into half abandoning her kid once at the age of 2.” he thought while turning the page for the next written day.

_____________________________________________ “ that damned women rejected my blessed gift. Calling that horrid child by a different name, “Val”. I confronted her and told all how she rejected a holy gift given by the lord and asked of me to deliver! I wished to deliver a hefty punishment for such betrayal. However, after a talk with Marta in the early morning over how broken my flocks faith was. I feel the 20 stings of a whip in the courtyard I wanted on the women's back would put far too much fear into my followers. So I turned to the more godly way of forgiveness. After a thorough scolding I told her that I was not punishing her because it was not my place. if the lord had not punished her yet then he must not be as insulted by having his gift rejected. I left it at that and despite not getting a direct punishment from me she still suffered. From what I was just told by Marta she was now being shunned by the others. At least I managed to keep some loyalty from the people.”

_____________________________________________ just as he finished reading up the written page Val began to stir. Sitting up with a bit of a stretch. Blake watching while he quickly shoved the journal back into the coat pocket. “wheres the sun?” she asked. Blake being confused for a moment thinking she didn't recognize they were underground for a moment. Realizing that she was actually asking for the time. “umm, … setting? It looks.” he answered, looking out the tunnel exit and seeing a dark orange glow. She got up from her sleeping spot. Dusting off the sand before walking over to Blakes half of the room. His paranoia spiked as he bolted up to move away. Watching as Val ignored him to slip into the entrance tunnel. Getting a more panicked feeling at what she was about to do. “what are you doing?!” Blake whispered to her. Watching Val carefully lift up the rotting boat. “leaving.” Val answered. “well, I rather not have attention drawn around here, but i am certainly not going to stop her.” he thought as he watched her leave. However, he didn't want her running around and being spotted. Having the possibility of the armed men staying longer to look for others. Once Val was gone he finally felt comfortable enough in the underground space. Moving away from the entrance to throw more wood onto the fire. Laying down again to let his exhaustion slowly take over. It took a bit longer then usual due to his anxiety of being found. Eventually falling asleep after another hour had passed. He slowly awoke to a dark room, the fire being dead besides a few embers dying off. He stretched as he slowly sat up. Looking around the dark room for any possibility of Val sitting nearby. After being sure he was alone he sat there to think for a moment. He couldn't live in this hole forever, waiting until the armed men leave would have him starve before then. Blake knew he had to leave, reach back to civilization. Get actual medical aid over just a single type of pill. He got up from his spot to slowly head for the exit. Propping up the boat slowly and seeing a man sleeping in the near by boat. Blake quietly slipped out of the ditch while watching the sleeping man for possibility of him stirring awake. Out free of the ditch he silently jogged to the forest line. Looking around in paranoia for any of the men searching on the lakes edge. Hidden inside the thick forest edge he tried to get some bearings on directions. “okay the helicopter flew from the east. The sun was setting to the... right of the lake?” Blake thought, looking back toward the lake as he tried his best to remember the suns position the other day. “so if I head back to the town and head straight once I pass it. I'll make it back?” he thought, building some optimism. Blake slipped through the forest to avoid the town. From afar he could still see the men walking with searching flashlights. Hearing them shout over to each other while others created a racket from busting down doors. Some throwing furniture out of the houses and tossing bodies out of the way. By the time Blake made it to the opposite side of the town he was sure that morning was right around the corner. “it'll take me a while to get away from here, but if I keep a good walking pace i can make it back to town by the next night.” he thought happily as he began his long trek into the woods. He slowed for only a moment to look back at the town. “i wish I could say goodbye more personally, but you know I can't. I'll get you back to civilization soon lynn.” he whispered toward the town. Regaining his normal pace when he turned forward. He walked up to a small clearing finding a pathway heading up to the mountains. Looking up and down it Blake realized it was familiar. “this heads to the helicopter crash. That means i am on the right path!” Blake thought, jogging up the path. Careful to make as little noise as possible. Walking again when he reached the two close rock edges narrowing the path. Careful of the slippery rocks he had to crawl over again. Being hit with the strong smell of rot. “oh … yeah.” Blake said, looking toward the hanging mutilated corpse of the pilot. Now thoroughly eaten away by maggots festering over him. Blake swallowed thickly as he looked away, quickly moving along. Shortly stopping again when he arrived to the cliff face. He let out an agitated sigh as he remembered he has to climb down this thing before. That was easy, now for the hard part of climbing back up. He looked over the area, settling on a few large crevices criss crossing. Carefully climbing up the steep rock face up to a ledge almost 15 feet up. Looking again for the next crevice in the rock to climb. The task being harder then before without the moonlights help to light up the various edges. The climb didn't take him as long as expected. Reaching the downed helicopter at the top of the cliff edge. Taking a moment to catch his breath. Sitting down next to the remaining wreckage. He gazed out over the land. Just able to see the lining of the trees as the sky got closer to dawn. In just an hour or two the sun would rise. “would be nice to fucking see where i am going.” he thought, pulling out his bag of pumpkin seeds. Slowly eating a handful of them while waiting for the sun. no way he was going to trek into unknown forest without at least a small bit of light. The sky slowly turned from a deep dark blue to a dark red turning to orange. Blake finished off the seeds in his hand. Dusting his hands off while putting his food bag away. Walking by the wreckage he entered the forest once again. Walking along with only a sense of direction to help him know where to go. Just missing an annoying cactus he would have walked into without the small amount of light up. After a bit of walking he came up upon another large cliff. Much larger then the one before the helicopter wreckage. He looked left and right to try and find a way around with no luck. He swallowed thickly in nervousness as he looked back up at the cliff wall. “hope my rock climbing lessons help out here.” Blake thought. “would be best anyway. I really need to know where i am going and how far the city is. I should see at least the city glow from up there.” he said while letting out a long drawn out breath. Preparing himself for the careful long clime. He slowly and carefully worked his way up. Stopping to take deep breaths as to not feel so tired. Halfway up the intimidating wall he froze at the sound of a helicopter. Looking back toward the town to see a few of them hovering over with huge spotlights scouring the area. One getting incredibly close to him before spotting the helicopter wreckage. Hovering over it before flying off more toward the town. Blake swallowed down his nervous stomach. Made worse when he made the mistake of looking down. He took another deep breath of fresh air to start working up again. At the top he didn't even bother to stand, simply hoisting himself up and laying flat against the cool earth. He looked up and expected a view of a city, or at least some city lights since it was still early morning. Instead he just saw endless forest and mountains going off to the horizon. He jumped up to his feet in fear. Looking all along the open horizon for something, anything. A road, lights, a building, but no it was just forest. Followed by mountains and more mountains. It was then that reality set in. him and lynn didn't exactly walk here. They flew and went over mountains, valleys, rivers and canyons. It took them the entire day of flying to reach this place and they left EARLY! He quickly realized that it wasn't gonna be a day's journey to the city. This was going to be closer to over a weeks worth. “fuck, this isn't even flat land either. How many more cliffs are there gonna be to climb?! I'll need much more food and water. I am not anywhere near as prepared as I thought I was!” Blake started to frustratingly speak to himself. Finally letting out a shout that echoed through the abnormally silent forest. Kicking himself after for being so loud. He rubbed his face in aggravation. Looking back out toward the town with the rising sun coming up. His only plan right now was to make the entire trek back. Gather more pumpkins and save up on a massive pouch of seeds. As for water well … he can hope for rain. Blake looked over, spotting a pile of rocks that might provide a small covering from the helicopters. Getting more annoyed at the recognizable tired feeling that never seemed to stay gone for long. Sitting against a large leaning rock. “nothing else to do but read or sleep.” Blake mumbled to himself. Pulling out knoths journal again.

_____________________________________________ “1989, September 28th the child has unfortunately been lasting longer then I had hope. The thing having recently turned 4 years old today. It definitely seems the mother still does what I suggested. Many of the towns people still shunning her and happy to give reports on the two. The mother not helping to feed it or teach it anything useful. The child hasn't gotten sick yet despite my prayers. I was happily informed just now by Marta that the child has been labeled by others as being a miscreation, not of god. I cannot support my flock in confirming this as i am not one to judge. However, I'll allow them to call the child freely what they wish. One thing however has caught my attention. The child despite me marking them as a vile thing with its mother being shunned as well. Many of my followers are drawn to the child. Finding it incredibly easy to speak between them, which Marta has told me. Asking me if she should reaffirm my notion that the child wasn't to be supported in anyway. I told in confidence with Marta that it wouldn't be necessary. In fact that maybe this was a blessing of god underneath the disgusting flesh. I know I need a new speaker for my word to the people. I prayed many years ago for a follower that could bring people in with a gentle tone, but strike when needed. The child showing just that with its kind words, but holding nothing back when crushing the skulls of fish it kills in the shallows. Maybe in time we'll see if the child can be useful to me in the gospels future.

_____________________________________________ Blake flipped through the journal again. Passing over all the same boring entry's till he found something revolving around Val again.

_______________________________________________ “1991, June 27th I had just learned that the miscreations mother had left to join the scalled a few months ago. Which I didn't really care for until Marta told me the mother may have failed me in the months before her leaving. Teaching the child things such as farming, herbal identifying, and animal care. Those teachings were common knowledge to be passed down to the young, but in this case it was not allowed. Not much I could do about this matter now besides sending laird a letter about the betrayal. I pray she's still living enough to be punished for her misdeeds. I asked Marta to send it my condolences, but she informed me that the child is currently gone. I asked her to clarify. Marta explaining to me that after the child's mother left the towns people pushed the miscreation out for the house. Instead of wasting away out in the cold it left for a time into the forest. Returning months later looking healthier then ever. Coming back only for some copies of my gospel and to trade for other materials. Returning back to the forest to possibly forage the berry's in season. I must admit that despite my ignoring of the child and support in shunning of it. The child has shown a strong loyalty to me. I asked Marta to keep a look out for the child and invite them to meet with me. I want to see what its doing out in the forest. Eventually it would have to return before winter and beg for scraps. This area does actually manage to get a fair bit of snow it's so far raised on the mountains. Foraging and berry picking will be useless then.

________________________________________________ Blake began flipping through the journal for more. Momentarily stopping as the searching helicopters flew over in one group. Leaving the area eerily silent besides the strong wind flowing by the rock blocking it from Blake. He continued flipping through the pages till it reached another year mark.

_________________________________________________ “1992, February 7th the child had finally returned today. Impressively living out in the forest through the winter months. It had returned to trade for supplies again which I've been finding people are trying to hide. Which is understandable as I told them not to give the miscreation gifts. I told my flock that I knew they were hiding it, as I see all. I announced after that trading with it was alright. As long as the trade was equal or of more worth on my flocks part. I got my chance to meet with the child. Finding them to be well and happy. The child happily greeting me and proudly speaking of there growth in the wild. Surviving off berry's to roots and rabbits through the winter. Telling that they even managed to take down a few deer. I wouldn't have believed a 7 year old child had killed off a deer if it weren't for the multiple prepared hides they brought for trading. Along with various knives they made of the antlers. I asked the child how they came to learn how to hunt and scavenge out in the wilds so quickly. My suspicions that the mother taught these things being confirmed by the child's sudden silence and refusal to meet my gaze. I got the child speaking to me again by giving my condolences of their mother being sent off to the I'll Saying id be happy to make them a personal copy of my gospel for them to bring out into the forest after such a tragedy. The child happily bouncing about at being so blessed by me. I told the child I would also prefer to them staying within Templegate. The child refused however. Saying they were fine in the forest. I didn't entirely mind as this kept it from being a useless burden for us. I wanted to know what else the child's mother told them. Asking what else it had learned. The child going on and on after that. About hunting and tracking to the basic knowledge of how to farm. Most children did not learn these skills till they were of working age at 12. i am thankful the lord gave me strength to hide my bitter meant toward this new info. I soon found that many of my follows were asking the child how to hunt the wild creatures and where best to harvest berry's. Deer meat was definitely loved among my flock, but the most difficult to obtain from the maze like mountain rock range or through the dense forest areas. We all mainly relied on our live stock or caught fish from the lake for meats. I wasn't exactly happy seeing so many flock around the child for answers over me. I did obtain an idea from it though. Maybe the child would work under me with the position of deacon. However there was the issue of its deformity. The child still seeming confused over what it was. That not sitting well with me as a creation of god should know what it is. Either male or female, but a female meant they could not be a deacon as that was only a mans job. But am I not the voice of god? Am I not the one who speaks the truth of the lord? If I speak that Val is male, then it shall be truth. No one of my flock would go against my word without being a sinner. Anyone who sins against the word of the lord shall face punishment by my right hand Marta.

____________________________________________ “... is this why Val was referred as a male everywhere in town? Because Knoth just said that's what they were and his word is law? Would make sense, definitely sounds like him too. Not that anyone could argue otherwise.” Blake thought, putting the journal away. Glimpsing at the now sunny morning sky. “val sounded like quite the survivalist. Only 6 when they left for the forest. Lasting almost half a year out in the wild. … i am not a camper, but if I convince Val. … maybe?” Blake thought. With Vals forest survival skills and sounding like she had mass knowledge of the area maybe they could leave together. He didn't know what Vals plan was. Maybe rebuild the cult in her image? Just survive in the rotten town? Since everyone died it didn't seem like she had anything left there. He looked to the cliff edge feeling more exhausted then ever. He just really wasn't ready yet to climb back down. That only left sleep and he felt it would be safer to return when dark. Who knows were Val was after they separated. All he could hope for was that she stayed in the town. “should I deal with Val? If I do get her to come I'll have to look over my shoulder the entire journey. What about sleep? I can barely stay awake now what if Val decides she wants something while i am sleeping?” Blake thought as he remembered back to the whole event in the mines. Getting horribly sick before he pushed away the traumatic memory. The thought of being around Val 24/7 for possibly a week not helping the illness go away. He pointed his face toward the sky to take deep breaths. Swallowing down the vomit threatening to rise up. He breathed out a few more times before feeling his stomach settle. Until his thoughts wandered back to being around Val. He had to face this fact. He knew in his mind he couldn't make it back to town alone. Everything looked so different below the trees. Getting lost out here would lead to death. Getting injured alone would be an even worse fate. Or trapped at the bottom of a ditch. Then again, would Val be helpful in that situation? “She's like a rabid wolf willing to turn on you as soon as you were down. I bust a leg and she'll rip it off for food. What did all the heretics eat anyway? They just grabbed the few who mistakenly wandered too far from knoths flock? Did they actually hunt wildlife? There were a lot of dead fish in the lake, may have not needed to hunt.” Blake's thoughts wondered.

Oo! Hi👋can I request a scenario or whatever you want it to be, with Dabi, Bakugo, and Todoroki(if you don’t do this many in one request you can pick one) with a s/o and they’re holding hands and they see someone who’s really hurt (physically or mentally, your choice) their s/o in the past and they get really pissed and burn their s/o’s hand accidentally. But with some sort of fluff ending? Thanksss UwU

Hi hi! 👋 I feel like I've seen this request float around before, but oh well c'est la vie! I'm totally fine with doing all three!! I just hope I did you justice!!

Warnings:⚠️ SWEARING! Mentions of abuse, physical and mental!!⚠️

Dabi

You had to admit, tonight had been nice. Dabi, never the charmer, had spontaneously taken you out to midnight glow bowling on halloween. You knew that the only reason he even thought of it was because of your protesting and excitement to go over the past few weeks. You also understood his reasoning for going on Halloween.

"Another strike? How are you doing this?!" Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, ever present smirk growing wider as his stapled cheeks stretched.

"Practice."

"You never leave HQ, I don't believe that for a minute."

You didn't miss the low chuckle as he walked back to you, planting a kiss to your brow before taking a seat. Practically hissing and spitting at the score gap, you stood and collected your bowling ball, eyes narrowed. You were going to win this thing whether he liked it or not.

Reeling your arm back, you swung forward and released the ten pound ball, watching as it rolled quickly into the pins. A split. Of course you had to get a split again.

You turned, growling under your breath as you fixed the starched collar of your Wednesday Adams costume, getting ready to stalk back and retrieve the bowling ball to attempt to improve your score further.

That is, until you saw him.

Dark brown hair, six foot frame. Lanky. Your ex boyfriend stood at the bar, staring at you.

He knew you were there.

Your heart caught in your throat and your eyes snapped to the ground, years of trained obedience to never look at him directly taking over your brain as you moved quickly back to Dabi, grabbing his hand and pulling him from his seat. "We need to leave."

"Yo, doll, what's going on? You've been bitching about this place since-" his eyes traveled up, seeing him.

Oh, he knew who that bastard was alright. You had shakily shown him pictures, determined that the fire-breathing boy would help keep you safe from him. Growling under his breath, he squeezed your hand tighter. The desire he had to just jump the guy and beat him to a bloody pulp was at an all time high, but the knowledge that you were shaking and scared and needed to be taken somewhere else dominated his mind. You and your mental health were much more important to him then some douche canoe.

Squeezing your hand tightly, he all but dragged you from the bowling alley, repressing the urge to spit in your ex's face as you passed him.

The hideout for the League was right around the corner, which made you feel at least a little better knowing that you were protected by the squad of villians that had practically adopted you when Dabi brought you home with him one day. No one would let him hurt you again.

As you attempted to calm your breathing, you didn't take any notice to the warming of both Dabi's skin and the air around you as he lost himself in his hated thoughts. Maybe, if he had met you earlier, you never would have dealt with that prick. Maybe, if he had realized quicker, he would have been able to save you before the physical and emotional trauma you endured at the hands of your ex.

You only took notice when the ravenet beside you burst into blue flame, not stopping as he stormed back to the hideout. A screech left your lips, ripping your hand away from him as burns engulfed your hands. "Dabi! What the hell?"

You cradled your hand to your chest, making sure it was nothing serious, no worse then a first degree burn. Easily treated with some cold water and burn cream. When you looked back up, Dabi was standing there in shock.

"I-" it was silent for a moment before the gargantuan man engulfed you in a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry."

You nuzzled him back, careful of your newly injured hand. "It's okay. You didn't mean it. Let's just get moving before this blisters, yeah?"

He nodded, stepping back. He wouldn't touch you this time, and you knew that it would take a little before he had the courage to place a hand on you again. "I love you."

You smiled up at your purpled boyfriend, "I love you too."

Bakugou

"Really, Katsu, thank you for taking me out today."

Your blonde boyfriend just huffed, nudging his shoulder into yours while he continued to inhale his half of the sandwich you two shared. "Don't get used to it, dumbass."

You hummed contentedly, "wasn't planning on it."

It had been such a spur of the moment thing, Bakugou suddenly slamming the door to your dorm room open while shouting about 'lunch' and 'something special'. You couldn't bring yourself to be upset that he had interrupted your essay writing when he brought you to the park and handed you a half of a sub, sitting on the grass below you.

"So, how was training with Kiri this morning?"

He huffed, taking another bite of his sandwich. "Shitty hair never showed up, called me right before and said that he had to finish his stupid essay."

You could only laugh, "the same essay I was working on?"

"Yeah, but you're smart, shithead. Shitty hair is fucking dumb as hell."

Sighing, you took another bite of your sandwich and looked across the park. It was so nice out today, the sky was blue, not a cloud in sight, and the gentle breeze blowing through was amazing. Today just seemed like an all around perfect day.

Until you saw her, of course.

Your ex best friend, the girl who spread countless rumors about you in middle school, who absolutely ruined your life. The girl who made sure you knew that you would never be a hero.

"Katsu, c-can we go now?"

His head snapped up, eyes locking on your frame as you began to shake. "What the hell is wrong now? Your stupid essay can wai-"

"It's not the essay." You cut him off, beginning to stand. "It's her, Katsu, she's here."

Oh he knew exactly who you were talking about. You had cried to him when the anxiety had gotten to you, emotional barriers collapsing one night while you spilled your backstory to him. That damn bitch had ruined your life.

Eyes darting around the park, he was quick to find her, standing as well. "I'm gonna give that damn bitch a piece of my fucking min-"

You grabbed his hand, pulling him in the other direction, sandwich and picnic date long forgotten. "Katsu, please don't make it worse. Let's just go, okay?"

A low growl escaped his lips, but he complied, anger bubbling below his skin. How dare she break you? You were so kind and sweet, you deserved to be a hero more then anyone.

He didn't notice the excess sweat gathering in his palms until he twisted his hand to get a better grip, accidentally setting off a small explosion in his blind rage.

You yelped, drawing away from him and cradling your hand to your chest, stumbling backwards for purchase until you fell to the ground, pained sobs dripping from your lips.

Bakugou's eyes went wide, the ability to react suddenly leaving him. What had he done?

"Shit," you whispered, pulling your knees to your chest as you tried to escape the pain.

You never cursed. At that simple word, he snapped from whatever trance he was in and rushed to your side, grabbing at your hand to check the wound. "Shit, I'm so sorry, fuck."

It wasn't anything bad, a simple first degree burn, but it would need quick treatment to avoid blistering.

"Fuck, I swear I didn't mean it-"

You leaned over, tears still dripping down your face, and gently kissed your boyfriend. "Shut up, you idiot. I know you didn't."

He sat stunned for a second, before scooping you up in his arms bridal style and making his way back towards the dorms. "Damsel in distress, huh?"

Your non-injured hand reached out, shoving at his face while he laughed. "Only for you, you idiot."

Todoroki

For once, the skating rink wasn't crowded as you and your bicoloured boyfriend entered, hands wrapped together tightly. "We actually need to keep this up, Sho, not just say we will and never do it."

He chuckled, squeezing your hand gently. "We have a lot going on. There are reasons for not being able to skate so often anymore."

"I know, but we should make time for it! I always love coming out here with you. Do you think you're gonna land that triple axle today?"

You got like this every time he brought you, practically gushing over everything in your excitement. "Maybe. I'll try my best."

Both of you took to the nearest bench to lace up your skates, before entering the rink and letting your feet glide you across the ice. These little skating dates had been occuring since the two of you started going out at the beginning of the year, and while Todoroki wouldn't admit it he trully loved being able to see you learn and grow as both a hero and a skater.

You giggled as you released his hand, shooting forwards to execute a single axle turn, smiling back at him as you landed it and skated backwards. "Can you-"

Your voice trailed off, and he followed your gaze across the rink.

Your snotty ex boyfriend was clambering through the rink doors, multiple of his friends at his side as they cackled loudly, shoving each other.

Shoto knew of the shit that bastard had put you through, having seen the aftermath of scars and bruises himself when you first began dating. He had seen the shocked way you reacted when you first began dating and he swore to never lay a hand on you the way your ex had done.

"Shoto, can we go? I-I know we just got here, but-" your voice wavered and cracked, showing the true fear you were harbouring at the moment.

He skated up next to you, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the opposite rink exit. Anger boiled in his stomach, eyes slitted. How dare that bastard be anywhere near you?

"Fuck!"

He snapped out of his thoughts at your sudden cursing, your hand yanking away from his. If the smoke that emitted from his left side were any signs, he knew exactly what had happened. He had burned you.

"(Y/n)!" Without touching you, he tried his best to lead you off the ice and to a bench, quickly using his right hand to cool off the burn. "I'm sorry, I swear."

You smiled through the tears, reaching out with your uninjured hand to caress his face. "I know, Sho. It's alright. You just got upset, is all."

"I swore I would never hurt you."

Your breathing stuttered as you held back a sob of pain. "You didn't mean it, Shoto. I understand. You're alright, I'm alright. We're gonna be fine."

He nodded slowly, still gripping your injured hand with his right, trying to cool off the burn.

You couldn't help but reach out, pulling your bicoloured boyfriend into a single armed hug. "I love you. Thank you for protecting me."

It was silent for a few moments, before he hugged you back even tighter. "I love you too."

Life After The Cordon – Part 1/?

Jake Riley x Reader, Jana x Lex

Warnings: Extreme SPOILERS! I don’t think there are any other, but to be safe, 18+

A/N: I recommend reading after you have completed watching at least episode 11, of Containment. Also, this is my first fic ever. Therefore, I totally welcome all constructive criticism, writing tips, etc. Shit, I cannot believe I am actually making this public.

It had been a year since the H7N2 influenza strain had been successfully eradicated after Dr. Cannerts was able to develop a cure that produced the appropriate response level of IFNs needed to kill the virus without causing a hyperimmune response in the patient. In the light of charges against Dr. Cannert being dropped due to the fact that he thought naming Sayid as patient zero would prevent a national outcry instead of creating one, he was nominated the Nobel Prize for Medicine for the following year. After all, when a top government official tells you to do something to protect the nation, you do it. Dr. Lommers was found guilty on several criminal accounts, including the attempt of starting an International war. Those bribed by Dr. Lommers faced similar charges.

*****

Six months after full H7N2 eradication…

Jake awoke like he did for the past several of months. To say he was still traumatized, was an understatement. He hated the neurons responsible for forming the memories. His dreams weren’t always bad ones though. Sometimes there were happy memories playing in his dreams, but last night was not one of those times. Holding Y/N’s dead body in his arms, the pain and fear of sending Quentin with Jana to escape the Cordon, and worrying about the future were visions haunting his dreams every so often for months. Laying pained in his bed, Jake didn’t want to get up. Lately, it had been a chore to even breathe, but he made a promise he would keep moving so that’s what he’s been doing. Remembering that promise, he begun to rise from his bed, allowing the pressure from his tears ducts to be released.

After getting dressed and preparing for the day. Jake walked down the quiet hall of his house until he reached the room he was looking for. Slowly opening the door, he stared at the face lying in the bed for a moment before reluctantly walking over to it. “Hey Q, time to get up buddy, todays the day, remember?” Jake said as he sat on the bed, shaking Quentin awake.

Quentin slowly opened his eyes, smiling widely when he saw Jake. “Yes, I remember, but I’m still sad. I know this is a good thing, it just feels s-so...I don’t know.” Quentin’s eyes were sad and begun to form tears as he stared at Jake.

Jake sighed heavily, trying not to fall apart in front of Quentin. “I kn-, I know, me too, but we said one day at a time. We keep moving, alright.” Quentin nodded in agreement while Jake kissed him on his forehead. “Hey Quentin, I love you.” He said before pulling back and heading out the door. “I love you too Jake.”

Jake stopped at another door down the hall, one only a few steps away from Quentins. Peeking in, he saw a pair of brown eyes looking towards the door he was now walking through.

“How’s my superhero? How’d you sleep?” Jake asked as he sat on the bed.

“Not well, but I’m alright. Is Quentin up yet?” Thomas sat up from his bed. A hopeful twinkle in his eye.

“Yeah he is and you can see him downstairs after you get dressed, but listen. If you ever have trouble sleeping, you come wake me or lay your sleeping bag next to Quentins bed, okay?” Jake gave Thomas a moment to respond, but he said nothing as he busied himself, playing with his fingers. “Hey, I love you, you know that right?” Jake was searching his eyes. The features on his beautiful face were that of concern and sincerity.

Thomas then threw his arms around Jakes neck. Jake responded in kind, holding the boy close. “I love you too.” Thomas said before jumping off the bed as he prepared to get dressed for the day as well, but before Jake walked out the door, Thomas stopped him. “I still get scared of being so close.”

Jake then walked back to Thomas, gently gripping his shoulder. “Hey…hey, none of what happened was your fault. You did nothing wrong. You saved everyone.” Jake looked down and sighed shaking his head. “I know what happened hurts, but you have to stop blaming yourself, T. The virus was responsible, not you. Okay?”

With a half-smile, Thomas nodded. “Okay”

After Zone 6 inside the cordon was back to civilization, it was discovered that Quentins grandma and Aunt Sally were robbed and killed by an escapee. Thomas had been in close contact with his family during the quarantine, therefore unknowingly exposing them to the virus through cuts that he tended to. Jake had known no matter what he wanted to remain in Quentin’s life, but when it was understood that neither boys had a family to go to, Jake immediately went to Lex. Lex had used the perks of his promotion as Chief to ensure Jake was granted custody of both boys with no complications.

In the kitchen, Jake started a pot of coffee and began to work on making pancakes with blueberry smiley faces, scrambled eggs, and breakfast sausages. Immediately after Jake began to plate breakfast, the boys came walking down the stairs to eat, discussing last night’s game. Jake had been wanting to take them to a home game, but being in public was sometimes difficult.

They sat at the kitchen table as they usually did. “I hope you guys are hungry because I over did it this morning.” Jake said with enthusiasm, watching them eat with adoration in his eyes before sitting across from them with his plate and doing the same. “So we have a busy day today and we’ll need to pick up flowers before we head to the cemetery.”

Quentin looked up from his plate. “Mom always loved peonies and lilies.” He said with a faint smile.

“Alright, we’ll see if we can find her some.” Jake said while nodding.

“I wrote her a note, may I give it to her?” Thomas asked.

“Of course you can, she’ll love that.” Jake responded. Looking between both boys, he saw such innocence in their eyes, such hope. He knew that it was now up to him to see them through. To ensure they had a better life than he did, but he had already felt that he failed before he even begun. Jake was away on an assignment when Thomas’s dad showed up to take him out of isolation and was split from Y/N to ditch his gear when she was exposed. He hated the circumstances of it all. “Thomas, Quentin, look I’m trying so hard to be what you both need, okay? I don’t want to fail you. I know it has been rough still, but we will get through this. Together.”

“You won’t. Mom told me you have a good heart. And I heard you when you told her you’ll never run.” Quentin said weakly.

“Yeah. You’ve already done so much. We’ll get through the rest together.” Thomas added with such optimism.

Jake walked over to the other side of the table, scooping them into his arms for a group hug. “My boys are so strong and I love you both so much. With everything that I have. I’ll never run” After several seconds, he released them, sniffling, and flexed both of his arms on either side of his head. “Put ‘em up, huh?” Both boys smiled while repeating the actions of Jake.

“Alright, alright, put them away.”

Jake begun collecting the plates from the table. “You guys go upstairs, finish getting ready, and pack for your sleepover, I’ll clean up down here.”

While cleaning, he replayed what Quentin and Thomas had said. Hearing the words from their mouths, he couldn’t believe how much things in his life had changed. It warmed his heart to hear their words, but he needed to know that Y/N was proud of him. It broke his heart so much, you not being there with him and your family. He swore he would be more and so far, he was off to a great start. He was promoted to detective and was granted six months off with pay, in addition to specialty and overtime pay.

****

With a pair of peonies and lilies in either of the two little boys hand and with the urn containing Y/N’s ashes in Jakes hand, they all followed closely behind the person escorting them to her headstone, where your ashes would now lay. A few minutes later, they were stopped a few paces away from the site.

“Well here you fellas are, the third stone here to the left is where you’ll find what you’re looking for. I’ll leave you all to it.” The escort said, clearing his throat, and excusing himself.

Jake inhaled sharply, as they approached the granite headstone, that read Y/F/N, Y/L/N “Strong, Courageous, Honest” engraved in the center. Two months ago, Jake felt it may be best to finally place Y/N’s ashes to rest. He wanted a place where they could visit her, talk with her, and it is what she deserved. After discussing it with Quentin and Thomas, he started making the necessary arrangements.

Looking between both boys, he asked, “Are we ready to do this?” Quentin and Thomas nodded with gloomy expressions on their face.

“Ok. Let’s lay the ashes first.” Jake whispered as he lifted the lid from the urn and started to pour the ashes into the small grave. After the ashes were laid out in the grave, Jake turned his attention to Thomas. “Do you want to place your letter still?”

Thomas was too hurt to speak, so he gently laid the letter on top of the ashes in the shallow grave.

They all placed the patches of grass over the hole before Thomas and Quentin laid the flowers in their hands over the grave.

“You guys still okay?” Jake asked, trying to hold it together, but when he looked down at them and saw them trying to do the same, he couldn’t help but let out a whine that was quickly followed by tears. “I’m sorry, I know I need to be strong for you.” Regaining composure, he now held a sobbing Thomas and Quentin.

Quentin tightened his grip around Jakes neck.

“It hurts so much, Jake.”

“I miss her.” Thomas added.

“I know. Me too, but you know what?” Jake asked, now facing them, and placing his hands on each of their hearts. “She’ll always be here.”

The remainder of the day went by quickly. Filled with fun activities and learning at the Museum of Health. Jake ensured they were constantly exposed to learning opportunities. He knew it was what Y/N would do if she were here. Every day in the Cordon, despite the uncertainty of a future, she would teach, or give them stimulating tasks like creating board games.

Jake decided to take the boys out for dinner since it had been so long since they’ve been able to. They were usually too heartbroken to be out in public if they didn’t need to be, and it was also difficult to do so because Jakes work while in the Cordon made him very popular. Him, Y/N, Lex, and Leo were seen as heroes for their persistence in uncovering the truth. Luckily tonight, there didn’t seem to be many people out. Dinner was spent talking about only happy memories and Jake noticed the boys were able to eat more than they had in months.

****

Before ringing the doorbell, Jake kneeled to look at the two boys beside him. “Okay listen, I’ll be by tomorrow to pick you guys up, but I need you both to behave for Uncle Lex and Aunt Jana.” Jake said to Quentin and Thomas. “We will.” said Thomas with a smile. “We promise” Quentin added, nodding.

Jake then stood reaching out to ring the doorbell. As soon as the door opened, the boys greeted Lex and Jana, and then went off running up the stairs to the game room.

“Remember, behave!“ Jake called out to them before turning his attention back to the recently engaged couple standing in the doorway. “Hey Lex, Jana, thank you both for agreeing to watch my boys.”

“Your boys, huh? It’s no problem Jake, we’re happy to help.” Jana said, smiling proudly at Jake “Besides, we could use the practice” she said as she rubbed the round of her belly.

“Hey man, you know we are always here for you, that’s what family does.” Lex stated while squeezing Jakes shoulder. “How did it go today?” Lex asked sincerely.

“I kind of fell apart. It is so hard to be strong in front of them. Especially Quentin,” Jake sighed “he reminds me of her so much.”

“How are you sleeping?” Jana had a concerned and pained look on her face.

“Like crap, but I hope having tonight will help.”

Lex pulled Jake in for a hug. “Well go on then, we’ll take good care of your boys.” Jake pulled away, laughing, but it quickly turned into a half whimper.

Jake looked down, trying to keep the tears forming in his eyes from falling before he turned back to Jana and Lex. With a hint of sadness in his voice. “Hey, thanks again. I really need this. See you tomorrow.”

“We know” Lex and Jana whispered to themselves at the same time as they watched him get into his SUV.

Tag List: @heythereelejah @taylordrunkonwhiskey

Fanfic: Helping Hands (Hideyoshi x Kiyomasa x Masanori x MC)- SLBP

Read on AO3

Word count: ~5400

Warning: Seriously LEMON. Not necessarily a full on foursome but it definitely is a threesome. 

Summary: MC works diligently as a maid for three troublesome boys as a punishment for breaking an irreplaceable vase but one crazy night of an unfortunate event leads to her sharing a room with them. The dynamic of their relationship is all about to change.

Author’s Note: This story takes place after Hideyoshi’s “When Fate Brought Me To You“ event story where he says “…you want us to have our way with you…together?” Yeah, THAT one. Well, that’s what happens here, more or less. 

Hideyoshi will be referred to as “Tokichirou” since he wasn’t Toyotomi Hideyoshi yet but I’ve decided to keep Kiyomasa and Masanori’s name as is, despite them being referred to as Tora and Ichimatsu in the ES since it might be too confusing to have all three with unfamiliar names in the story. Thank you and enjoy! 

Tagging: @rubyleeray​ @kawa-akarin​ @dani677​

Many months have passed since MC had been living with Lord Naganori’s three troublesome boys. She was working diligently as a maid yet failing in her true duties as a spy.

She was sure they were doing something that could be described as suspicious every time they left the house but overall she grew to trust the boys—they did help the poor child get his father’s memento back from the elder man and she had embarrassed herself that time. Also, she was sure Tokichirou just knows what she’s up to with his warm yet all-knowing eyes.

She gave vague reports to Lord Naganori periodically which made him furrow his brows but he hasn’t dismissed her spying duties quite yet.

Truth be told, she was happy being their maid.

 The dynamic of the pseudo-family lightly shifted since MC joined the ragtag team. While Tokichirou still acted like a leader that kept the rowdy boys under control, or as much control as one could possibly manage with a bunch of hot-headed boys, and Kiyomasa still acted like the mischievous child who spewed whatever thoughts cross his mind with no filter, the shift was most prominent for the red-headed giant.

MC naturally fell into the role of their caretaker thus limiting the need for Masanori’s reluctant mothering. Unlike his brute appearance, he was a gentle giant and acted as her protector in the house, always around the corner with a ready scowl of warning for boys who get out of line.

MC feels protected, cherished and overall satisfied with her current lifestyle of being their maid—spy duties be dammed. Just a few months prior, who would’ve expected this outcome? Certainly not MC who begged her lord to reconsider the ‘punishment’ of living with such troublemakers.

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 “Man, the drought has been terrible lately… I can’t even remember when it last rained!” Kiyomasa exclaimed over dinner one day while eyeing leftover food from the others’ trays.

“I’m worried about the villagers, especially the farmers. The withered crops must surely be putting a heavy toll on their livelihood,” Tokichirou said.

“Yeah, but also think about the wild animals affected. They probably don’t have enough to eat as well, not to mention the lack of spring water,” Masanori added, while glaring at Kiyomasa’s wandering chopsticks.

MC couldn’t help but smile at the compassion in each of them. She feels like she has a special privilege of seeing this side of them but also believes that one day soon enough there will come a time when everyone else will also know the good hearts behind the infamous band of mischief.

“Maybe I should visit the nearby temple and pray for the rains,” she said. Tokichirou softly smiled at her.

“I’m sure it will rain immediately if a pretty girl like you prays for it,” he said with words dripping with affection. She blushed a bit and looked away from his hazel eyes, unable to get accustomed to his freely given words of affection no matter how many times she hears them.

“T-thank you… ah, I’m going to take the dishes if you guys are all done. I’ll go to bed right after so… goodnight!” she hastily got up and planned her escape, not quite sure what’s an appropriate response. Masanori stood with his tray in his hands.

“I’ll help,” he briskly said and started marching off to the kitchens. Despite MC’s protests, he did not even look back.

“Let him help. It’ll go by faster and once he sets his mind on a task, it’ll be impossible to tell him not to go through with it,” Tokichirou said.

“Maybe he wants to pounce you when you’re alone in the dark, who knows?” Kiyomasa added with a smirk.

“Ha ha…” MC gave a fake laugh followed by a sigh as she walked out of the room.

“Sleep well, MC,” she heard Tokichirou’s distant voice as she stepped outside and closed the doors.

 MC and Masanori made quick work of the dishes and departed for bed. MC got settled into her linen-closet-turned-bedroom and turned off the lantern, inviting the darkness.

After some time had passed, a loud rustling of grass outside woke MC from her slumber. Her eyes slowly opened but she remained in bed, straining her ears to pick up anything amiss. After a few seconds, her muscles slowly relaxed and eyelids closed, ready to resume her sleep-

 “AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”

With a deafening boom, a wall of the little shack came crashing down upon MC. Pieces of the splintered wall grazed MC in various places as she immediately shot up with wide eyes in bewilderment, looking for the source of the commotion.

MC absolutely could not believe her luck. She came face to face with an irate wild boar. She could feel her throat closing up after her initial scream and adrenaline starting to pump through her veins with the rest of her senses focused solely on the boar. What is one supposed to do in a situation like this?

However, before she had time to even grab a nearby broom the three boys barged out of the house with their shoulders taut and swords drawn.

“MC! Are you alright?!” Tokichirou shouted as he jumped down from the steps with all three surrounding the scene of action. MC was so scared that she couldn’t make a peep and she really didn’t want to draw any more of the boar’s attention to herself. “You don’t have to say anything, just close your eyes!”

She squeezed her eyes shut and was immediately rewarded with a loud, squealing cry and the sound of a blade being ripped out of a body cavity.

MC opened her eyes to dimly see what seems like blood gushing out of the impaled boar in squirts and Kiyomasa heading off to clean his blade.

“Maybe you acted too hastily. The boar probably came all the way down here looking for food or water,” Masanori dejectedly looked at the dead animal.

“Yeah, well we really weren’t made of time to discuss the best plan of action when our princess was over there about to get mauled and eaten, now were we?” Kiyomasa retorted with his suave smirk and arched eyebrows.

MC could barely register their conversation as the coppery smell in the usual crisp night air made her feel light-headed as all the tension escaped her body in a whoosh and felt her knees buckle underneath her.

Thankfully, Tokichirou was by her side to scoop her in his arms.

“What a mess. Sorry you had to go through all this… let’s get you inside. It’s okay now, you’re safe. We won’t let anything harm you.” MC was led inside by Tokichirou’s guiding hand on her back while the other tightly held hers.

Tokichirou gave her hands a squeeze before lighting a lantern in the corner. There were three sets of bedding out already, sprawled haphazardly as their occupants kicked them around in desperation to get to her.

“We don’t really have an extra futon around,” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “So you’ll have to use one of ours but just get some rest. It’s quite late already… don’t worry about us. We can just sleep outside.” Tokichirou signaled to the other two to leave while grabbing some pillows.

“Wha… no! There’s no need for all three of you guys to sleep outside! I would feel horrible taking over your room like that. I’ll go sleep in the kitchen or something!” MC desperately called out, not wanting to be a burden.  

“There’s no way we can do that,” Tokichirou smiled and continued his leave.

“Who knows what other animals are out there wanting to get a taste of you,” Kiyomasa added.

“T-then maybe we can just all sleep together!” MC suggested without much thought in haste to keep them from leaving completely. Now that she realized how weird the phrase sounded, she felt her face reddening and looked down to avoid all three pairs of eyes.

“D-do you even know what you’re saying?!” Masanori sounded absolutely shocked and she peeked up to see his cheeks as red as hers.

“I meant like in the same room!” MC wondered why her brain had to cause her unnecessary mortification by not taking a second to think about choice of words before blurting out things.

“Well well, want to get us all in bed with you, is that what I’m gathering here?” Kiyomasa asked smugly and searcheed her face.

“That’s not what I meant!” MC gasped and tried to explain again.

“Kiyomasa,” Tokichirou ground his name out with clear warning and turned to address MC. “You really don’t have to feel the need to do this. We’ll be fine sleeping outside. Really,” Tokichirou stressed.

“No, I’m fine. Let’s just sleep in the same room,” MC firmly ground out. Her cheeks were colored but her resolve was made up and she gave a small nod towards them in hopes that it’ll be the end to this discussion.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures, eh?” Kiyomasa quipped while already ready to get back in bed.

“Just shut your damn mouth,” Masanori huffed while straightening out the futons but hesitation apparent in his actions. Tokichirou stood by the door seemingly deep in thought, left the room and returned soon with a basin of water.

“I brought you some water in case you want to wash some of the mess off before sleeping,” Tokichirou said. That’s when MC finally registered the dirt, wood chips and trace amounts of dried blood still caked on her body. The shock of the night had made her oblivious to them until now.

She kneeled by the water basin and turning away from the men, attempted to wash as much as she could with her hands.

“You still have some here…” Tokichirou pointed at his face as a guide when she turned her body towards them once more.

“I’ll get you a cloth. It'll be easier,” Masanori got up but Kiyomasa stopped him with an exasperated sigh.

“Don’t bother,” he procured a handkerchief from inside his robes, confidently stepped over and got on one knee in front of her. Before MC can even process what was happening, Kiyomasa dipped his piece of cloth in the water and reached out to wipe her face.

MC gasped at the unexpected gesture. Despite being sudden, his hands were extremely gentle in their movement and she couldn’t keep her eyes away from him for some reason. Her eyes flickered back and forth between his golden eyes and warm hands—wait, are they caressing her cheeks right now?—and it was as if she was hypnotized under his spells. Her breath caught in her throat like earlier that night but under very different circumstances and certainly not due to fear. No, it was definitely not fear.

She was feeling something that she couldn’t quite grasp. His touch felt almost indecent. Or maybe it was just her being overly sensitive right now due to her nerves.

Her head suddenly jerked up to land on the two other males in the room. She had actually forgotten that they were there for a second, how could that be?

Sensing MC tense up, Kiyomasa stepped away from her with his carefree smile, made a big show of plopping down onto his futon and said, “This here is where I’ll be sleeping. Wanna join, sweetheart?”

“Just ignore him. We can all huddle together and let MC have her own futon, right guys?” Tokichirou said.

“No way I’m going to sleep with you guys. I’m fine sleeping while sitting up so don’t worry about me,” Masanori sat cross-legged against the sliding door.

“I can’t trust Kiyomasa there to keep his hands to himself so I can sleep in the middle,” Tokichirou offered. There certainly doesn’t seem to be enough space to separate the three futons too far apart from each other.

“That’s not quite fair, now is it?” Kiyomasa had a slight pout.

“I really don’t mind where I sleep…” I trailed off.

“Well then!” Kiyomasa extended his arms and loudly padded the center futon, “Don’t just stay there. Get in.” MC wondered if she was making the right decision but really, what harm can sleeping next to them do? Kiyomasa’s boyish features as well as Tokichirou’s gentleness made MC relax and think that they were pretty much harmless.

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 The exhaustion from earlier escapade should have knocked MC down into a blissful slumber by now.

 The key words being should have.

 MC was so extremely tired and wanted nothing but to close her eyes and enter dream-world but it seemed that her body and mind were not on the same page tonight.

Every time she opened her eyes, she was faced with Tokichirou’s peaceful face which she couldn’t help but quietly observe. His features were cute, almost boyish. When she twisted around, she got an eyeful of Kiyomasa’s chest peeking out from his robes, not to mention his face was equally as handsome as her other sleeping partner.

It registered to her that she was actually sleeping right next to two insanely good-looking guys. Maybe she really should’ve thought this out more because the way her body—and mind—was reacting to this situation was beyond uncomfortable.

MC kept squirming and turning in her sheets to find the best position. She never was the type to sleep lying straight down on her back but maybe she should give it a shot today.

 “Can’t sleep?” The question jolted her from her distress. Wide eyes landed on smiling ones of the chestnut-haired samurai.

Has he been awake this whole time as well?

“Yeah… I can’t sleep for some reason…” It felt strangely intimate to be talking in bed like this, whispered voices passing in relative darkness.

There was rustling from Tokichirou’s side and she felt his hand lay on top of hers.

“To help you sleep,” he answered an unspoken question and she could almost feel his benevolence. By this point her eyes have adjusted to the darkness and she saw his brown eyes looking right at her. The butterflies gathered in her abdomen fluttered out of control and when his hand gave a squeeze, she knew her heart was pumping on overdrive.

Few seconds went by that felt like hours where she just focused on the warm hand enclosing her hand, relaxing her significantly. That was short lived however, when she felt an arm drape over her stomach from behind, the body scooting closer. Her breathing hitched and stuck on her throat. Was Kiyomasa asleep? She didn’t hate his touch but what was going on?

Then she felt his hand slide up to rest right under her breasts.

“K-Kiyomasa?” she whispered his name quietly in case he was sleeping. He made an indiscernible noise.

“What are you doing?” Tokichirou asked, his voice low and dangerous, as if he knows Kiyomasa is awake.

“Helping her sleep, of course,” Kiyomasa leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “Unless you don’t want it?” His breath ghosting her ear sent shivers down her body.

“Ah!” The sound left her involuntarily, leaving her feeling horribly embarrassed. Tokichirou lifted himself off the ground with an elbow and stared down at Kiyomasa, turning the atmosphere into a deadly chill. MC didn’t want to be the cause of a squabble between the two friends.

“It’s not that I don’t want it…” MC honestly told him. She didn’t exactly know what she wanted from them but she wanted something and she’s never felt like this before. She trusted them wholeheartedly and she knew sleep will never find her the way it is now, air thick with sexual tension.

“That’s my girl,” Kiyomasa smirked as he snaked his arms around her more firmly and slid her hair out of the way in order to place light kisses against the skin of her neck.

“Are you sure you want this?” she heard Tokichirou ask hesitantly as he held her eye contact. “Think about it again for me please?”

“I… what? Ah, yes. I think I do?” Kiyomasa began sucking her neck with a lot more force and it was almost as if all the grooves in her brain became tangled with each other, unable to perform its basic functions of cognition and speech.

Just then, Tokichirou pushed Kiyomasa forcefully away with the hand that had been holding hers, knocking him back and said, “That’s not good enough. Let me ask you again, are you really okay with sharing your body with us?” He asked straight to the point.

During all her time with them, they’ve treated her with respect as if she’s precious. They were prone to jokes and teasing, on her expense most times unfortunately, but the fact of the matter that they treasure her as a person was clearly evident. She knew this experience might change their dynamic even further but she really were attracted to the boys. Maybe just one night of fun can’t hurt…

Instinctively, her thighs rubbed against each other and confirmed her suspicions of her seeping wetness. Tokichirou’s observant eyes caught that slight movement, not missing any reaction from her.

“I want this,” she firmly declared but then overcame with embarrassment that made her face dig into the pillow.

Tokichirou smiled softly at her response and brought her hand to his lips, kissing it with reverence.

“You want us to have our way with you…together?” Kiyomasa asked behind her. She wished they would stop asking such awkward questions and do something but it seems as if the boys really wanted to make sure she was fine with what was about to happen.

She turned her face around to look at him straight in the eyes and gave a firm nod which had an immediate effect. He slid closer again in almost a fluid motion, grabbed her face with both of his calloused hands and stole her breath right from her mouth, effectively releasing her from Tokichirou’s grasp completely.

He partook from her lips like a desert explorer drinking from a rarely discovered oasis. Hands dug into her hair to grasp it lightly, allowing her to open her mouth slightly which gave him the opportunity to taste the inside of her mouth with his moist tongue. He traced the structure of her lips with his tongue, grazed the roof of her mouth, and then began a symphony of dancing tongues together with hers—each leading, following, meshing together in sync.

A few noises escaped her here and there but when his hand smoothly slid from her sides to cup a breast, she sucked in her breath so strongly that she felt a tiny bit ridiculous afterwards. The heat from his hand was spreading onto her through her clothing.

He started trailing scorching kisses down her chin, neck, collarbones, and further down still, lavishing attention to any part of her unhindered skin he encountered along the way.

Just then, Tokichirou lightly placed a hand on her hips, which caused her to focus her attention back to him while Kiyomasa huffed in irritation. MC turned her face to look at Tokichirou when he suddenly captured her mouth with his. That didn’t deter Kiyomasa from continuing his pursuit of sucking on bared skin.

MC was glad she didn’t have to think at this moment since it was simply easier to let go of reasoning—is it ethically right to participate in such frivolous activities with two friends at the same time? However, she couldn’t help but compare the two boys’ kisses, one being demanding and expertly calculated to draw out certain responses from her while the other was overly sweet and restrained to deliberately match her inexperience.

She didn’t favor one over the other. They were both befitting of their character and she really liked both of them in their own uniqueness.

Kiyomasa’s hand tugged at the tie that kept her robe together and it parted on both the top and bottom portions to reveal the silky, porcelain skin to two sets of hungry eyes. So few people have witnessed her naked, adult body, except for maybe when she went to the public bathhouse, that she couldn’t help the immediate response of trying close the robe back together.

Her whole body was on flames and she didn’t know if it was physically possible to get any redder.

“It’s okay, no need to be shy,” Tokichirou said softly but grabbed the tousled sheets that were kicked off to the side and brought it within her reach. “You can appease your modesty with this if you feel the need to but you’re beautiful MC. Let us know if you feel like something we’re doing is too much for you.”

“O-okay…” she replied but didn’t reach for it. Kiyomasa saw her tightening her fist instead so he pried them open and laced his fingers with hers. MC relished the feeling of intimacy that gesture brought forth. Tokichirou took that moment to yank the tie completely off and tossed it to the side, exposing all of her front side to the night. Neither the shame from the full exposure nor the coolness on her skin left by Kiyomasa’s wet tongue had time to register before his mouth captured her breast, nibbling and sucking on her like a man starved.

“Ahhh!” The sound escaped her while she tried to accept his fervor. But nothing could’ve prepared her for-

 “You fuckers are so dead,” Masanori shot to his feet while dragging his sword out of the sheath. MC’s eyes flew open as it landed on the towering man near the door with his sword drawn. How could she have forgotten about him?! It seems as if the other member of the trio totally sidestepped from her mind as soon as the ministrations from the other two began. Such a big mistake, seeing as he was absolutely livid now.

MC jumped out threw herself on his legs, clinging and begging him not to harm his friends.

“Masanori! Please, wait! It’s okay, please! It’s not what it looks like!” She desperately clung to him.

“Y-you…” Masanori stared down at her with confusion but then immediately looked away, face coloring even darker on his already angry face. In her haste, she had forgotten about her state of undress. She was basically clinging to his legs with the curves of her chest almost touching them—bare skin to bare skin.

“Ack!” She yanked her sleeping robe closed again with her hands barely keeping them together.

“Just what do you mean, ‘it’s not what it looks like’?” His shoulders were stiff and the hold on his sword was not in any way loosened.

“I…” MC couldn’t believe she had to go through the humiliation of explaining this odd situation to Masanori of all people. She had grown to be quite fond of this man as much as the other two. “I really… like you guys and don’t mind… any of this…” she surprised everyone in the room, including herself, with her sudden confession.

“Hear that, Masanori? She likes us,” Kiyomasa smugly grinned. Oh gosh, MC got the feeling that confessing her feelings were somehow more embarrassing than doing anything physical.  

“Ok, ok, that’s enough,” Tokichirou swooped in to save her. He got out of the futon straight towards her and lifted her under her knees, carrying her bridal style back to the futon. Before her body landed on the floor, Kiyomasa chucked the rest of the garment away, leaving her totally divested of all protection.

“Will you be joining us?” Tokichirou offered.

“I won’t partake in this… indecency!” He shouted in indignation. Masanori slid down to the floor but kept his gaze firmly away from their general direction. “This is wrong,” he said to no one in particular.

“No one’s forcing you to stay, you know,” Kiyomasa remarked quite obviously. But stay he did, sword resting on the floor but unsheathed and ready, just in case.

 Kiyomasa positioned himself so that his body was slightly on top of hers without too much of his weight actually on her. While landing a soft flurry of kisses down her stomach, his hand reached down to slightly open her thighs apart. The pounding of her heart and the sound of their breathing were the only sounds that could be heard to her at that moment.

“Just look how wet you are,” Kiyomasa teased her while touching her warm center. She squeezed her eyes shut at that comment, turning her head to the side but was rewarded with Tokichirou’s palms softly cradling her cheeks as if she was the most important thing to him. His tender touch opened her eyes and she reached out to rest her hand inside his robe to his bare chest.  She could feel his heart pounding as fast as hers.

A finger plunged inside of her so swiftly that her attention was focused back on her blonde, greedy lover.

“You’re not playing fair,” Tokichirou said.

“Who said we have to?” Kiyomasa cheekily responded before testing her inside, gradually increasing the speed of his pumping and letting her adjust to a second and then a third finger.

“Nnnngh….mmmm” MC was making all sorts of noises and she didn’t care anymore at this point. Kiyomasa pulled his fingers out at once, leaving her feeling strangely empty and desperate for more. Before she could vocalize her demands, he got lower and aligned his face right in front of her entrance.

“K-Kiyomasa, what-“

“Shhhh, just relax,” his tongue licked at her wetness, drinking her as if any drop of essence was not to be wasted. His experienced tongue sucked on her nub while also not neglecting to enter into her awaiting center at times.

MC was heavily panting and moaning but her mouth was then captured by Tokichirou’s. He stole her moans for himself while gently stroking her silky, long hair. Her hands automatically reached out, desperately scratching at his robes until he chuckled and undressed himself.

In her occupied state, she took the time to stare at his jutting appendage as if she was mesmerized by how proudly it stood in attention. Tentatively, she reached out and ran her thumb across the rim of the head which elicited a harsh intake of breath from Tokichirou. He guided her hands to fully grasp the shaft and pump in a steady up-and-down motion. It seemed like he was fighting a battle of wanting to close his eyes to savor the feeling of her hands yet also wanting to bestow honey-glazed looks upon her.

That’s when Kiyomasa lifted both her legs slightly in the air, still wide apart, and achingly traced her sensitive nub with his tongue until her body started convulsing in spasms, unable to take any more of his ministrations.

“Ahhhhh!!!” Her scream was deafening in the silent night air and when her head lolled back to its original position her eyes met with that of Masanori’s from across the room. He was staring at her with wide eyes, slightly open mouth and face so red that she actually would’ve been worried he would combust if she wasn’t preoccupied with recovering from an intense orgasm that his best friend triggered.

“Had enough for one day?” Tokichirou asked. MC wasn’t sure how to answer that and was fumbling for a reply in her incoherent state.

“Of course not, she’s tougher than she looks,” Kiyomasa said and gave her butt a slight slap. MC thought she saw a glint from a blade being adjusted in the moonlight.

“Ah, in that case, ready for the main event dear?” Tokichirou cocked his head to the side with a smile. MC breathed a soft yes and gave a small nod.

Tokichirou positioned her so that she got on her knees and gently pushed her down so her back dipped low with her butt lifted high. He settled behind her and checked with his fingers to see if she was still wet enough, which wasn’t an issue.

“Would you be willing to use that pretty little mouth of yours to help me out?” Kiyomasa asked and searched her face, patiently waiting until she gave consent.

“S-sure…” she looked down after answering but he grabbed her chin with his once-sticky fingers and planted a tiny peck.

“Undress me?” he asked without any pressure in his tone. She pushed herself up slightly to reach out and slide the white robe off his shoulders, heaping onto the floor by his feet. She’s never seen him fully nude and she was again captivated by the way their bodies seemed to be built so much stronger than hers, muscular in place of softness. Both of them were muscular but slim-built, certainly different from… her mind and eyes quickly looked over to the other occupant in the room.

MC felt herself being lowered back into her earlier position as Tokichirou pushed his way into her but not going in fully.

“Aaaah!” her breath quickened and she stared at Kiyomasa who kneeled to get to her level.

“Take a deep breath for me,” Tokichirou requested with a strain in his voice as if he was using a lot of energy not to move. When she followed his directions, he penetrated into her as far as he could go, firmly holding her hips with both hands so she can keep them in place.

Then Tokichirou pivoted her slightly so that she directly faced Masanori as he filled in and out of her in a constant rhythm. Masanori’s gaze flickered away shyly but landed on her again with a heated intensity.

MC was horrified to know that she was getting turned on from locking eyes with her gentle, red-headed guardian-figure during one of her most vulnerable times—was she always such a wanton girl? Despite his earlier words, the man himself also didn’t seem to be able to keep his eyes away from MC and his body was absolutely glued to the floor by the door. She could definitely tell that his robes tented at a certain spot though.

Kiyomasa placed the tip of his erection on her lips as a reminder that he craved attention as well. While being pounded from behind by Tokichirou and watched upon by Masanori from a distance, MC fit her mouth over him and experimented in sucking and licking of the various parts. She occasionally popped one of the balls in her mouth to suckle it while unable to caress anything due to her hands keeping her steady.

Eventually this setup became a comfortable, rhythm of bodies slapping against each other and wet, slushing noises being exchanged. Tokichirou gained momentum in his thrusts and after hissing, “I’m close,” slid out just in time to release his seeds onto her backside, some making its way down her buttocks.  

Kiyomasa on the other hand, despite taking longer, didn’t give her any warning as he exploded onto her throat and in her shock she opened her mouth and forced him out so that he accidentally spurted all over her face. She swallowed the slightly salty, bitter mixture that remained in her mouth but her face, hair and rear were a complete, creamy mess.

MC couldn’t remember ever being so fully satisfied in her life. All her energy spent, she fell to the floor in an inelegant heap.

After regaining his breath, Kiyomasa slumped to the floor and said, “What would we do without you, dear MC?”

“Sorry about that MC. We seemed to have made you quite a bit messy…” Tokichirou frowned slightly, then added, “How about a bath?”

“That’s quite enough!” Masanori stepped in to stop any more frivolity. He grabbed her discarded robe, draped it over her body to cover the mess and her indecency and gathered her in his arms as if she weighed no more than a feather. “She’s had enough.” He reiterated.

He stepped out of the room, leading her to somewhere she can get cleaned up.  

“You just wanted her all to yourself, didn’t you?” They could hear Kiyomasa yell through the sliding door of the room.

“He’s always been such a naughty boy,” Tokichirou sounded far by now since Masanori’s steps were unbelievably fast.

 MC wondered what will happen if she sneaks some sake into his food for next time.