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WARNING: Punzelsanna continues. NSFW. Anal and breast and foot play and lots more.

NOTE: This is the penultimate chapter. Surprise! I know a lot of you have been waiting too long to see the end and we only hope you won't be too terribly disappointed in the little epilogue!

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This whole situation was as fascinating as it was hot for Jennifer. The way Anna was fervently grinding against her face at least proved she was enjoying having both her girlfriends get her off, even if one of them was now assaulting her ass. Elsa seemed to be liking it, too. With the way she was positioned, her breasts hung directly above Punz's head like tantalising fruit. Her nipples weren't as pronounced as they had been, likely from lack of stimulation and the heat of the sauna, but Punz had little doubt that Elsa was just as aroused as she had been earlier.

With Elsa helping speed Anna along to a messy end, it became harder and harder for the redhead to concentrate on Punz. Not that she was really complaining – she had already had her own delightful finish, and the idea that Anna was deriving pleasure from something so obscene was still a pleasant one. Moving her hands, she left Anna's clit for a moment to better kiss her pussy.

That did put her face a lot closer to the other one working on Anna, but luckily Elsa seemed to be quite the professional in placing bodies in ways that worked for all parties involved. So she kept her focus on her own job, and let Elsa get on with hers.

"What are you… doing back there?" Anna finally managed to pant as her hips rolled, a little at a time. "Feels like… five mouths!"

As Elsa chuckled, Punz chanced another look upward. The sight of those beautiful mounds was doing a lot for her — more than she wanted to admit, given that she didn't really think of herself as a breast woman. But they were calling out to her, gorgeous and heavy… soft… full…

"Go ahead."

"Huh?" she breathed, glancing up at Elsa to see that she had paused in her efforts. Her thumb was now pressing up against Anna's ass, shifting back and forth just enough to keep stimulating her, but her gaze entirely was for Punz at this moment.

"My tits. If you want to play, help yourself. I can take over for you."

"But… I wanted to help Anna with…" With what? Oh, right; her orgasm. "Well… my hand can do a good job of that, too, I guess…"

"What are you guys plotting back there?" Anna asked, and Elsa chuckled. Then when Punz's folds began to disappear downward as she inched along the bench, she said, "Aww… you snooze, you lose, I guess. Should have been- AH! -been doing my part!"

The gasp was from Elsa's tongue pressing against Anna's ass again, going back to work. But Punz had something else she was focusing on now. She had managed to scoot far enough back that even while Elsa was doing something she quite frankly found to be bizarre, she could wrap her lips firmly around one of those gloriously large nipples. The way Elsa responded made it entirely worth it: she let out a low moan of her own, leaning even closer to Punz's lips.

There was something wonderful about breasts, and the multiple ways to appreciate them. She felt so blessed to get to play with one of the greatest pairs she had ever seen.

True to her word, Punz also kept up teasing Anna using her hand. The redhead quivered above her, the combination of her hand and Elsa's tongue between her cheeks. She seemed to enjoy it – particularly the latter part – more than Punz would ever have guessed.

Anna never complained about their sex life, but it wasn't exactly spicy. Punz was self-aware enough to recognise that she wasn't the most adventurous person. She hadn't even been able to buy her own toy! Anna had to do it – online, in an incognito window – and then Punz had just given her the cash for it later! But she hadn't laughed, and for that, Punz was grateful. She doubted that Elsa would, either.

Therefore, she felt it was only fair to indulge the McFly girls in all these kinks – and if that included… butt stuff, well, who was Punz to complain? It wasn't her thing, but it was hot watching Elsa do this to her girlfriend - and there was no denying that she wanted to be part of whatever was going on. She wanted to be nipping at Elsa's breasts, teasing and kissing and loving them.

So she did. Why did they have to be so large and round? So perfect? Of course, they weren't normally like that — they weren't implants, so they had begun to move downward thanks to the gradual effects of gravity, even after the surgeries and treatments had helped perk them back up. But with Elsa in that position, from Jennifer's point of view, it was like they were two perfectly round globes of softness. Without any flaws.

Crazily enough, it was turning her on again. Listening to Anna and Elsa moan, the latter less so but increasing with all the attention her chest was getting, and loving the feeling of the stiff peak against her tongue. She thought this was too much, but she also wanted more. She wanted…

"AH!" Anna was crying out as she reached her end, bucking against Punz's fingers and the mouth plying at her backdoor. Not that she could tell from that angle, but it seemed to be that maybe Elsa had worked her tongue in past the perimeter, but either way it seemed to have worked: Anna came and came hard.

And that was it. Well… it should have been. For some reason, even though the show was over, Punz really didn't feel like stopping. Her hand fell away to simply pet Anna's thigh, but her mouth and other hand were still preoccupied with the weighty deliciousness above.

"Good God," their owner chuckled breathlessly, leaning against Anna's hip as she weathered the attentions. "Someone down there thinks they're going to get a little milk if they try hard enough."

That was enough to rouse Punz, and immediately she released Elsa to sit up, face alight with shame. "O-oh, God... sorry…"

That was a little silly. The fun was over – and surely so was their time in the sauna, right? She looked around, searching for the baggie with Anna's phone in it to check the time. Her search came to a pretty rapid end when Anna moved forward to kiss her on the cheek, and Elsa sat down to sandwich her between the two of them.

"It wasn't a criticism," she began. "It felt nice. If you wanted to continue, I wouldn't stop you."

Biting her lip, Punz glanced between the two women on either side of her. Anna looked giddy and basically the same way she did after a week of celibacy being broken by a good orgasm – or several. Elsa looked happy, true, but she also had an expression on her face and in her eyes that Punz hadn't really seen before today – and one that Anna currently lacked: arousal, with a heaping topping of desire.

She and Anna had figured out their preferences mostly together. Elsa had a good thirty years to know what she liked, and it felt odd asking. Anna would know what she liked, right? And Elsa wouldn't say she was interested if she wasn't.

Decision made, Punz leaned over and down, nuzzling Elsa's generous chest. A hand slowly wove its way through her hair, and she paused only long enough to turn to Anna and say, "Wanna pitch in?"

The smirk was definitely worth it. This was probably a dream come true for the redhead, and for Punz… it wasn't far off.

"Sure, you bet," Anna began. "But I might have a better idea…"

"Yeah?" For a moment, she waited for Anna to tell her the idea, or to show her. When Anna only kept petting Punz's stomach idly, smirking like she had the world's best secret, she finally turned back to see what Elsa was doing. Sure enough, she was also looking a little curiously at her daughter. But deciding they weren't going to find out right away, Elsa turned back to Punz and shrugged.

"Up to you, Jennifer."

So she did what she wanted. Having to turn slightly away from Anna, she curled around Elsa's chest and wrapped her lips around the nearest tit. Her other hand wandered its way up to grasp at the one not occupied, and she more felt than heard Elsa sigh in distant pleasure.

Then she had an idea of her own. Heedless of what Anna was plotting, though curious, she was thinking about something Elsa had said before. So shifting up a little higher, she switched her mouth to the other breast, curling close to Elsa in that way as she sucked and swirled her tongue around it.

"Oh," Elsa breathed with a shaky little laugh. "Are you my baby now? Feeding?" Punz nodded very slightly. "Do you want me to call you 'baby'?" She shook her head, and Elsa grinned. "Alright. Do you want to call me 'Mommy'?"

"I don't want to call you 'Mommy'," Anna joked from where she was shifting around behind her back, and Elsa laughed a little louder at that. Which wasn't something Punz was used to hearing. "Why do you think Punz would?"

"Well, I don't know, do I? She could have an oedipal complex." When she felt a visible cringe from the woman in her arms, she looked down at her with mirth in her eyes. "Sorry. I wouldn't judge either way, obviously."

Letting go of the pebbled nipple, Punz began kissing around the breast instead. "There's no way I'd do this with my mom," she said, every few words punctuated by another kiss, or a scrape of her teeth. Pausing in her exploration, she looked up at Elsa. "Though I guess you are the literal definition of a MILF."

With that bold statement, she went right back to work. Neither Elsa nor Anna knew what to do for a moment; they weren't used to a bold Jennifer Punzel. Elsa, luckily, didn't actually have to do anything but sit there and take what her new "baby" was giving her.

It didn't take Punz long to curl around her again. The closeness was comfortable and comforting. She felt Anna move closer and kiss her once on the forehead before leaning across her to kiss Elsa. As soon as Punz realised what Anna was doing, she doubled her efforts. And when they broke apart, it seemed like a good time for her to follow suit. Give Anna a chance to get in there.

But the redhead didn't. She sat back and just looked at Elsa for a moment. "Today has been a super weird day," she began. "So I think this calls for something a little… special."

"And having two gorgeous young women to take care of me isn't special?" Elsa questioned. She had a lot more control than Punz would have thought possible, especially considering she had just brought two other people to orgasm and yet her own had only just been teased – if that.

"True," Anna chuckled, leaning down to take the other nipple at last. But she clearly wasn't in a position to keep it up very long. Punz went back to work on hers, and Elsa actually did let out a sigh of pleasure at having both suckled at once. Then her daughter pulled off to whisper, "Just turn a little bit for me?"

Elsa didn't even ask. She let Anna's hands manoeuvre her around so that Punz was almost curled up in the corner of the benches and Elsa was turned very slightly in her direction. Anna sat very close to the corner on the neighbouring bench, petting along Jennifer's ass. It felt nice, so she hummed as she laved over the reddened peak.

"You're quite good at that," Elsa admitted with a vague smile. "Either you and Anna have been practicing or you were breastfed a little longer than most children."

"Do you really want me to call you 'Mommy'?" she asked in a whisper, kneading the other breast and dimpling the flesh with her fingers as she manipulated it, tugged and pinched. Trying to give herself something to focus on so she wouldn't panic. "Because it almost s-seems like you do."

"Not really," she chuckled, a little breathless from the stimulation. "But I'd play along if you did."

Punz wasn't sure if she believed her. Still, she didn't really want to turn Elsa into a sexual mother figure; that seemed like a kink better left unexplored. That was Anna's territory and hers alone! She preferred the idea of her as a second girlfriend. Which was crazy enough in and of itself!

But maybe she could "play", as Elsa had put it. Try it on for size just once.

"Mommy has the best tits."

Elsa blinked in surprise, head drawing back a fraction of an inch. Punz felt an irrational sense of triumph; she had done it! Elsa was the one surprised instead of her for once! Not that it really mattered, but she was smiling as she went back to work on the nipple in her mouth, laving and suckling hard, relishing the sensation even more now.

"Well, I really didn't expect you to try it. But… interesting. And I can't say this isn't a fantastic experiOH!"

At first, Punz thought she had accidentally bit down or something, even though she was reasonably sure she hadn't. But then she felt something brushing past her back. Pulling off Elsa, she looked over her shoulder to see Anna was sitting there just as she had been before. So what had she felt?

"Anna Victoria McFly!" Elsa hissed, using a "mom-voice" she had avoided using the entire spa trip. "I told you that I don't… that isn't something I'm interested in!"

Giggling, Anna's leg kept shifting beneath Punz's back; that was the only thing it could be. "And I don't believe you. I think you just convince yourself that you don't since it has such a weird origin story."

When Punz rolled back to look up at Elsa, she could see that her cheeks were flushed much deeper than she'd seen them in a long time. And this was a blush of shame. What was Anna doing to her that flustered her so much? Letting a hand slide down behind her, she couldn't feel anything other than Anna's leg. Was she trying to tickle her? But as her hand kept investigating, it became apparent what Anna was doing.

Or rather, what Anna's foot was doing. Really?! Glancing up, Punz could see Elsa's expression still held that same amount of shame, but now it warred with something else. She looked ill, and yet… still aroused. It could have been to do with the fact that her body still reacted to pleasure, regardless of its source. But if so, why was she ashamed? Was it that her body was reacting to Anna? Or was it because she was actually enjoying this specific activity?

"I feel like that story… must be pretty interesting," Punz said mildly, shifting into a better position. With her free hand, she rubbed along Elsa's stomach as her lips and other hand continued to attack her chest. It was in part an attempt to distract her; if she really didn't want Anna doing what she was doing, then she would put a stop to it.

"Definitely," Anna purred, clearly satisfied with herself. "Would you like to tell her, or should I?"

But Elsa didn't look as amused by the situation. "I'll tell her. You left your shoes behind in 1985, and a footprint on my windshield, and that was all I had left of you for thirty years of loneliness. So I developed an emotional attachment. Are you happy?"

That did get Anna to hesitate, and Punz even felt reprimanded – though she knew in her mind that she was upset with Anna, not her. She looked between the two women, worried about what might happen next.

"You like my feet," Anna insisted once she had recovered, though she wasn't smirking anymore. There was a sobriety in her words beside the arousal now. "I just thought… I'd try this out while Punz was busy with your chest. Because I think you want to – I think you've wanted to play with these for a long time. You just feel like it's 'too weird' or whatever, so you talk yourself out of it."

At that, Elsa sighed and let some of her irritation go. "Those pink heels are the most important thing I own. People are more important to me; you girls, Kristoff, my other children. But as far as material possessions…" She shrugged, looking away. Her cheeks were still quite rosy. "You getting me off with them really complicated my feelings about them, that's for sure."

"You got her off with shoes?!" Punz hissed at Anna, and saw her nod, a little of her former smile returning. "How does that even work?"

"Oh, just like… think about stepping on a cunt with your shoe and just rubbing a lot. It's not like I actually stuck the shoe inside or anything crazy."

"Oh… well, good, I guess. But that still sounds unsanitary!"

"It was through my clothing," Elsa explained, swallowing hard at all the attention being on a topic she didn't want it on. Punz felt for her, and began to kiss her chest again to provide another distraction. "And maybe I'm being kind of childish about this. But I really don't have the fetish you think I do, Anna."

"Then don't call it that," Anna said simply. "But this is a day for trying new things – and you already admitted that the shoes were important. If you decide that it really wasn't for you, then we can stop. I just don't want you to… miss out on something that you might end up really enjoying, just because you think you shouldn't enjoy it to begin with."

"Fine," Elsa said, almost wearily. "But don't expect it to happen again-ngh!"

As soon as permission had been granted, Anna did what she did best: took it and ran with it. Either her toes or the ball of her foot pressed into Elsa – Punz couldn't honestly tell – and Elsa's body obviously enjoyed it. Her nipples had grown harder still, and this was the most overcome with need she had seen the older woman's face since she had known her.

Their eyes met, which only reminded Punz of her own job. Wrapping her arms around Elsa's midsection, she squeezed her tight. A hug, but mostly to enable her lips to trail over and explore every inch of her sweaty flesh. Elsa's skin was soft and salty, and as much as she was distracting the elder woman from Anna's ministrations, Punz felt her own body being wrapped up in the sensations.

Especially when she could hear Elsa release little puffs of air that certainly sounded like she was enjoying what was going on.

Biting her lip, Punz had an idea. Perhaps Anna was right – and Elsa was always able to say no if she wasn't. But if she maybe did like this as much as Anna believed… there was no harm in asking. Kissing her way up Elsa's chest to lave for a moment at her throat, Punz had to pause a moment just to build up her courage. Elsa didn't notice at first – her eyes had slipped shut and she was biting her lip. It almost looked like she was trying not to enjoy it as much as she was. But that would be silly. Clearing her throat, she moved up to nibble at Elsa's ear lobe.

"Do you…" she began in the quietest whisper, before losing her nerve. It was enough to get Elsa's attention, though, and if she maybe looked a little grateful for the distraction, well, Punz wasn't going to judge.

"What is it?"

Swallowing, Punz shrugged. "I just… I have feet, too…"

"Oh, not you, too," she groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Sorry!" Punz backpedaled right away, going back to kissing at her collarbone. "I mean, you can probably tell I don't really know what I'm doing. Is… is this okay?"

Elsa didn't answer right away. Her hand came up to run gently through Punz's hair, reassuring her with actions instead of with words. For a minute or so, things continued in that way: with Elsa resisting the temptation to give into the sensations Anna was delivering to her because of how she was delivering them to her.

Finally, Anna cleared her throat and said, "Hey… Elsa, I can stop. I'm really sorry, this is too much for today, isn't it?"

"No, Anna, I'm sorry," she sighed as she wiped at the sweat on her face. "I didn't mean to dump my emotional baggage on you like that, when you were only-"

"Nah, it's my fault for teasing you. Sometimes I forget how bad those years were for you, and… and that really is my fault, so…"

They were all quiet for a moment. Then Elsa smiled over at Anna. "I know you do. And neither of us wanted those thirty years to happen; they just did. A cruel twist of fate." Then she reached down to pat her shin. "And… I do think you're being a brat about this, but it doesn't feel terrible. You don't have to stop. Just don't tease me about it anymore."

"Got it," Anna said with an actual honest-to-god salute. "Sensitive topic, Miss Mom-Girlfriend, sir." Punz giggled, and Anna's sweaty features changed to a chagrined little smile. "If you're sure…?"

With a smile, though still a little tentative, Elsa opened her legs just a little wider. "Then... step on my pussy, if you must. I'm all yours."

"Ours," Anna corrected, shooting Punz a grin. "You're ours for the moment."

That brought a little bit of reality back to Punz, though surprisingly, it didn't make her feel bad about it. Elsa may or may not have a thing about feet and Anna may or may not have a thing about butt stuff, and both girls may or may not have a thing about older McFlys. And that was okay, and with Anna and Elsa, it was actually fun and exciting. God, if she wanted to try something else that was a little out there, she sincerely doubted that they would have a problem with it. And if she wanted to never do this again, well, that would be okay too. How lucky they all were.

Resuming her quest to cover every inch of Elsa's upper body with kisses, she made special note of that. She was lucky to have Anna, her beautiful, sweet Anna. She was lucky to have Elsa, a woman who could be a mother figure – the kind that her own was not – or a lover, and it was okay that the line was a little bit blurry.

But by that same token, she came to realise that they were lucky to have her, too. And today had been about showing her, proving to her that she was just as valuable to their lives. After thirty years of loneliness, as Elsa had put it, the elder McFly ought to have wanted Anna only for herself. But she didn't. She just wanted Anna to be happy.

That thought alone was more than enough to encourage Punz to redouble her efforts. The peaks of Elsa's nipples stood up so invitingly from her chest, and Punz was helpless to resist returning to them. Whatever Anna was doing was working, and she took a moment just to appreciate the sight.

Elsa still hadn't completely relaxed, but neither did she look like she hated it. A hand gripped the hard surface of the bench and she had her eyes closed. Even to Punz's untrained eyes, she definitely still looked too tense. So, biting the inside of her cheek and hoping that Elsa would react positively, she cupped Elsa's breast with one hand and moved the other to her cheek, and before she could even react, Punz was kissing her softly on the mouth.

A very soft hum was Elsa's only outward acknowledgement of the change in tactics. The part that still scared Jennifer was how easy it was to be with her, even though they had never tried this before today. Almost as if all that time spent with Anna had been "practice" for this new encounter with her mother – which freaked her out every time she thought about it, even if her body had stopped reacting by going into panic mode anymore. Knowing Anna was there took away the guilt she might have felt over being with another woman, and also helped set her at ease, because a good friend was there to help reassure her.

Crazy. It was crazy how natural it felt. Like finally being home.

When Punz felt Anna's hand teasing over her ass again, she was broken from the trance. That was when she noticed her mouth was open, Elsa's tongue was inside and searching for hers, finding it easily. That had happened while she wasn't even aware, so lost was she in thought, in feeling. She had no willpower to fight her off. Only once she felt a slight shiver and squirm did she draw away, gazing up at Elsa and seeing lust there. One of the woman's thighs kept squirming against her side while Anna's knee brushed past her back.

"H-how is it?" she whispered.

"Good," Elsa told her, just as quietly. Her face was flushed, and there was still a hint of shame there even if she had mostly given herself over to the moment. "Just… strange."

"I can barely get in there," Anna told them from behind. Punz tried to picture what was going on below her - and the image of toes trying to tease labia was so wild that she decided to turn her focus back to Elsa's chest instead. "Could you put your leg up or something? Would probably help."

Elsa started to raise the leg further away from them, but it almost caused Punz to fall, and they laughed briefly. Then Punz said, "Oh, here – get your other leg up here. I can hang onto it."

"Is this bench big enough?" But she was already trying it. Punz helped lift it over her body and ducked down as the leg was artfully passed over her, and then wrapped her thighs around it to hold it in place. That would definitely open the elder McFly up a lot more to Anna's teasing.

"There," Punz sighed. "That works, right?" Now that they were secure in the new position, she reached a hand up to start caressing over one of Elsa's breasts again. This time, she did relax; not a huge amount, but enough to be noticeable, especially compared to earlier. One hand came to rest on Punz's back, rubbing gently at the skin as she let out little sighs and gasps.

All in all, it looked like she was enjoying this, but it still seemed as though she disagreed with what was actually giving her pleasure. Punz felt, more than saw, Elsa's free hand disappear downward, and assumed that it was in order to hurry herself along. The choked groan seemed to prove so. But then Anna let out little noise of her own and it was impossible not to pause and look.

While the hand on Punz's back dusted against the skin, Elsa's other hand between her legs held right to Anna's foot, thump digging into the sole with her fingers against the top. Seemed she enjoyed it a little more than she wanted to let on if she was actualy holding it in place now.

Swallowing, Punz leaned up a little to kiss Elsa's chest. "You know," she began softly, sincerely, "my offer still stands. If you want…"

"What?" Elsa asked dazedly. A little too absorbed in what she was doing and having done to her to fully focus. Meanwhile, Anna did something between a giggle and a moan due to the massage she was getting as a way of Elsa controlling the stimulation against her most sensitive area.

That was when Punz began to have second thoughts. Maybe it wasn't feet – maybe it was just Anna's feet. After all, that had been part and parcel of the explanation given: she only had foot-related things to remember her by once she vanished into the future. A story that still seemed crazy, but too crazy not to be true.

So for a moment, she went back to playing with Elsa's nipples because it was honestly fun for both of them. More than Punz expected. Of course Elsa liked being stimulated there, but she hadn't thought she would want to play with them this much; she never did with Anna. It was true that Anna's breasts weren't this huge, and most of the time she enjoyed focusing on her face, on bringing her pleasure and receiving it in return. So that made sense. This was almost like…

Elsa let out a particularly sultry moan, and that was when she realised. This was porn. Even though she'd never looked at porn in her life, this was basically it.

The pink nub fit in her mouth so well, felt incredible sliding over her tongue… satisfying. So was the weight of it, the softness. Even though she knew logically it was alright, she felt so perverse doing this! Being with a woman more than twice her age, related to her girlfriend, all of it felt both thrilling and wrong. And then there was the "Mommy" thing they had brought up. She hated to think they were right, but… what if some primal part of her brain still craved that from her childhood? It could be true. Maybe it didn't apply to her, but it could.

After all, it wasn't like her own mother was actually all that great. She hadn't been the worst, but she most certainly hadn't acted like a parent most of the time. She cared only as much as she had to, preferring to spend her time judging Jennifer's grades or appearance. Pretty much every aspect of her life.

But even though Elsa and Anna's familial relationship was a little… warped, it was still plain to see that they loved and respected each other, first and foremost. Punz had the advantage of knowing the two of them before they realised who they were to each other, and that relationship was something she had longed for in her own family life. And never received.

That being said, she now had a place to call home of her own. And this wasn't something she wanted to analyse further; no, right now, simply the feeling of having Elsa writhe beneath her, because of her, was enough. Perhaps Anna could shoulder most of the blame for that, but it was undeniable that Punz was helping.

Maybe that was why it felt like porn, too. There were so many taboo things going on that it was hard to keep track.

"Oh, Anna," Elsa moaned, cutting through the swamp of her thoughts about too many things. She never could have predicted that having a breast at her mouth so she couldn't talk would make her mind wander so much.

"Yes?" There was definitely a slight smugness in Anna's tone. Sure, she was trying to keep it from being too bad because Elsa was sensitive, but she had been right: her mother was enjoying this.

"N-nothing."

"Go on," she urged her, and Punz could feel the leg shifting against her side. "You know it's just us in here. Anything you want to say, or try… it's all good."

For a few seconds, Elsa just kept up what she had been doing, and Punz really wondered if that was going to be it. So she redoubled her efforts on the breasts, squeezing and tugging as she laved them all over. Not that she fully knew what she was doing, but their owner didn't seem to mind in the slightest if her panting was any indication.

Then she moaned, "More… it's… s-so good…"

It was impossible to tell who Elsa was talking to. Not that it stopped either of the girls from trying harder. While Punz couldn't do much extra, she could ensure that what she was doing was enough. At the same time, she knew that Anna was a little less lost than she when it came to pleasing Elsa, and she used that knowledge to her advantage. For whatever reason, it was still taking them longer to get Elsa off than either had probably assumed. Surely they had to be running out of time by now; they needed to pick up the pace.

"Do you really want more, Elsa?" Anna asked. She gave a particularly hard thrust at the same time, causing Elsa to gasp and then moan before even attempting to respond.

When she did, it was a simple, "Please…"

"Tell us," Punz urged. "Tell me what you want." But still, Elsa didn't give voice to her desires. She really did seem to be enjoying their actions, and maybe she could ride them all the way to her climax, even if it was taking a little while longer than the others.

Punz was also having a hard time ignoring how this was affecting her. Feeling those fantastic breasts under her lips and tongue, in her hands, listening to Elsa moan and Anna egg her on. Hell, even the two different hands on her back and two different legs pushing into her body…

That gave her an idea. "Here," Punz whispered, hiking Elsa's leg up a bit higher. Which had an effect neither of them had expected.

"OH!" Elsa gasped. "Jennifer, that's you… on my…" She swallowed, and she looked up just in time to see the elder woman staring down at her in mild surprise before she looked away, thoroughly embarrassed.

"Sorry! It was… an accident…" It was; she was only aiming to open Elsa's legs up further for Anna to pleasure her. However, seeing the reaction made her want to try a little more. The arch of the foot sliding against her wetness didn't do much for her personally — or at least, not because it was a foot. But it was warm skin belonging to another woman, and that was definitely welcome.

"O-oh… was it?"

Swallowing, Punz kissed the side of her breast. "Yeah… but if you want me to keep going…" She began to grind on Elsa a little more deliberately, a soft moan slipping from her throat.

More than a way to get her own release, this was a way to show Elsa that it was okay. That if she could find pleasure from something that didn't have any emotional attachment, then it was more than okay for Elsa to do the same. So, grinding down, she let loose another moan, this one louder than the others. She heard a soft, "Fuck," from behind her that was definitely Anna; in response, she just opened her legs a little wider, reaching down to grab Elsa's ankle and hold it in place.

It seemed as though both Elsa and Anna slowed down their own ministrations just to watch her. Punz's actions weren't hard or violent – in fact, it was rather smooth as she rolled her hips, grinding gently against the foot of her girlfriend's mother.

"You feel so good, Elsa," she managed to gasp out, before biting her lip. Whether it was her words or the action, it had an unexpected, but not undesired, result: Elsa pressed back. Her ankle lifted up and against Punz's core, wrenching a choked cry as it slipped through her wetness, applying pressure to where she needed it most.

She wasn't going to last long, but that was okay. Now only using her grip on Elsa's foot to steady it, Punz let herself tip forward again to resume her caresses of Elsa's breasts. This time, Elsa responded with a lot more vigour than she had previously, and Anna was capitalising on it, it seemed. Behind her, Punz could sense her girlfriend moving harder. It jostled Elsa just enough to provide a little bit of extra friction against Punz.

Her original assessment was right: she wasn't going to last long at all. Being stimulated herself and helping to stimulate Punz in return, both using this forbidden technique that seemed to give her both shame and great satisfaction, Elsa came hard all over her daughter's insistent toes. Punz stopped her own actions for a moment as she witnessed it, purely to watch this calm, controlled woman lose all control. It was magnificent.

Once she began to calm again, Punz kissed and sucked at one of her nipples for a moment, hips moving again. She privately wanted to have a mouth or some fingers down there, but this wasn't nearly as bad as she'd been expecting; just something to grind against. She had done that with stuffed animals as a little girl. If Elsa and Anna wouldn't think any less of her, then she was just fine finishing herself off that way.

Of course, her girlfriends had other plans.

"Hey," Anna chuckled, petting up and down her back. "Come on, you don't have to hit numero dos that way. Sit up." Punz obeyed. She was sad to feel Elsa's leg leave her, but her brain was in a fog; she would do whatever anyone told her, more or less.

"Mmm," Elsa sighed as she immediately curled around her and let a hand fall in her lap, tracing fingers along her slit without any foreplay. They were past that now.

"Elsa?"

"Thank you, Jennifer. That was… most exquisite." Her legs wrapped around one of Punz's as she worked at her, and Punz let her eyes close — but they flew open when she felt two other legs wrapping around the free one a moment later. "Hello, Anna."

"Hey, guys," she said in a feigned casual voice, hand drifting up to caress over Punz's chest. Having both of them play with her this way at the same time was very nice, and she smiled. "Ooh, I think she likes it."

She wanted to let out a smart quip or something, but it was easy to decide against it: she didn't want to ruin the moment. Besides, she had never thought of herself as especially funny.

Now they had come full circle. Today was about Jennifer, or so they said, and now they weren't going to let her forget it. Feeling Elsa at her front and Anna at her back would be a dream come true if she ever let herself dream of it in the first place. So when Elsa's thumb grazed her clit, the same moment that Anna's fingers found her nipples and squeezed gently, she couldn't help the gasp that slipped from her lips. Neither could she prevent the moan that followed. Anna scooted closer – if that were even possible! – and the sensation of her girlfriend at her back only sped along her climax.

She knew what she wanted, but it felt wrong to ask for more. Not when Elsa and Anna were already giving it their all. For a while, only her gasps and groans filled the air. Her orgasm came close, but she was never quite tipped over the edge – a frustration for all of them.

"What do you need, love?" Elsa asked gently, while Anna was biting her earlobe. She squeezed just a little harder, but that wasn't it. And now that she asked, Punz knew she should be able to answer. They had already explored Elsa's kink so there was no harm in voicing her own.

But that was a lie, and she knew it. Elsa's was personal and private to her. But what Punz wanted, right now, it would throw both Elsa and Anna back into a position she doubted they would appreciate. She just bit her lip and shook her head and chased after an orgasm that seemed to be getting further and further away.

That is, until Elsa spoke again. Her words were soft and gentle – soothing, but not like Anna would soothe her.

"It's okay, baby girl. Mommy's here."

Immediately, she felt silly. Childish. She wanted to crawl away from them and hide, but she knew she could never do it; not with them on either side of her, making her feel so good. Not that she wanted to admit how she felt about that word. This sensation was brand new to her, and she wanted a chance to think about it before…

Before what? Neither of them would ever tell a soul. They weren't mean like that. If she couldn't trust Elsa and Anna after all of this, then she really couldn't trust anybody. And that wasn't the kind of person Jennifer Punzel was.

"Mommy wants you to come," Elsa was saying now, in the same gentle tone. Over her shoulder, she noticed Anna wince, a little less comfortable with this type of play but not so offended that she was fleeing from the sauna. "Can you do that?"

"I-I…" Swallowing hard, she looked away. "I want to… it f-feels so good…"

"Can you do it?" Elsa pressed a little more, tipping up Jennifer's chin with her other hand to stare down into her eyes. "It sounds so good when you come. Do it now."

Swallowing hard, completely unable to believe what she was doing, she whispered, "Y-yes, Mommy." A vision of her own mother swam into her memory, but luckily it was very easy to waft that away. To replace it with Elsa.

"Very good, Jennifer," she told her with a smile. "Here…"

And then she began to thrust a finger inside of her, hoping to coax her orgasm there faster. That was definitely doing the trick; the head of steam she had lost was building back up at an incredible speed.

As her hips rolled, she moved closer to Elsa – not on purpose, but she wouldn't deny that she wanted to be closer. It didn't help that Anna seemed to be pushing her forward, either, the pressure against her back getting harder, heavier, with each passing moment. As soon as she was close enough, Elsa leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. Her fingers never stopped moving.

"Good girl," she said against the soft skin of Punz's face. "Nearly there…"

"Ngh!" She tried to bite back the groan, but the sheer force of it ensured that some entered the air between them. Before she even realised what was happening, Punz's arms were wrapped around Elsa, head pressed against the older woman's chest. There was no urge to begin pleasuring her, if only because there wasn't room in Punz's mind for anything other than the fantastic pressure inside her, and Elsa's words, washing over her. She was so close!

But as always, Elsa knew exactly what she needed. With a precise thrust, she kissed the top of Punz's head and said, "Mommy's so proud of you. Come for me."

That was enough to break her, to have her tip over the edge and into the burning inferno that was her orgasm. The dampness on her face wasn't only from the sauna, and she had no say in what her body did afterward. Jerking gently against Elsa's fingers, still inside of her, seemed alright for now. Anna's hand drew lazy circles against her stomach, running up and over her breasts occasionally – not to tease, but rather to help bring her in for a gentle landing. Every part of her felt on fire, and she couldn't build up the strength or courage to either open her eyes or lift her head from Elsa's luxurious chest, where she had screamed with pleasure for longer than she wished were true.

And just like that, the shame began to wash over her, dousing her body in a cool chill that was so out of place.

"No, no," Elsa soothed her gently the moment she felt Punz shiver, actually sounding less motherly now that she had finished teasing her. Interesting. "Listen. Don't feel like you've done anything wrong, okay?"

"B-but… but I let y-"

"Shhh." Punz was only too glad to let herself be shushed; she hadn't known what she was going to say, anyway. "Anna and I are here for you. We don't ever have to do this again if you decide it's not for you, but please don't feel like you made a mistake. You just… let yourself have some fun."

Jennifer so badly wanted to accept that as the truth. But how could she? Essentially, she had used the word "Mommy" as a sexual conduit through which to get off a second time in one day. Channeled some lingering feelings of abandonment from her own mother into what they did in the sauna. It was sick and wrong.

"Punz?" Anna whispered into her neck. "Seriously, you okay? I… I really didn't mean for this to end up, y'know, as a three-way. But Elsa's right; it can just be a one-time thing if that's what you want, and we'll never push you to try it again. Swear to God."

Her cheeks were wet when she sat up a little straighter, but she didn't push either woman away. "I… you don't think it's f-fucked up? That I did this whole breastfeeding thing on your mom, a-and she had me call her 'Mommy', and… I think I'm losing it!"

Two pairs of arms were instantly around her, both women comforting her. Little by little, she began to feel less panic, even if she still was disgusted with herself. At least she could be disgusted with good friends surrounding her.

"It's not fucked up," Anna assured her. "A little different, sure, but if it's something that felt good for you, and it didn't hurt us in any way, then what's the problem?"

"But I–" she started, "I was so disgusted when you first told me what was g-going on with you two, and now-"

"And now you don't know what to think," Elsa finished for her. Punz nodded her head, feeling pathetic. "Jennifer, tell me. Was it the roleplay that you enjoyed, or the words themselves?"

Lifting her head, eyes still a little red, Punz looked at Elsa. Confusion had setting between her eyebrows, and she wasn't entirely sure what Elsa was asking. "I… I liked it all…" she said. Was that what Elsa wanted to hear?

It seemed not. The elder McFly gave a soft smile and said, "I know you did. But I suppose… what gave you the most pleasure? Pretending there was a mother-daughter relationship between us, or me praising you?"

Oh. That wasn't as easy to answer – and perhaps it should have been. Shouldn't she know what she liked and disliked about sex already? How was it that Elsa was so experienced when she hadn't had a serious relationship with a girl… ever? Swallowing, she tried to put her thoughts into words. Anna's presence at her back was a comfort, and she found herself leaning into it more.

"I… liked pretending with you…" she started. "I liked touching you and k-kissing you. But I think my body liked it more when you were calling me… calling me a good girl. Telling me I was doing really good. B-but I also think that maybe because we were… playing… I reacted to it stronger. I don't, I don't know…"

"That's kind of what I thought. If I were to make a guess… I think you just needed to be 'shocked' into that second orgasm. Mother-daughter play is high on your list of taboos, and the wrongness of trying it was thrilling. And I understand that, Jennifer; getting off the second time can be a lot harder than the first."

"Yeah," she breathed in relief. "That's totally it!"

"However, you may still actually have a 'Mommy' kink," Elsa said with a slight smirk. "But it definitely doesn't have to mean you want to do anything with your own mother. For some people, they're totally unrelated. I once knew a woman who had a Daddy kink, and she has a great, completely non-sexual relationship with her father. She just liked that element of taboo in her sexual activities."

Punz could have done without that part of Elsa's help. Still, it was nice to know that if indeed she was into that kind of thing, it didn't have to mean she would end up like Elsa and Anna. Not that it was bad for them, but it wouldn't be good for her specifically.

As she was nodding, Anna kissed her shoulder and whispered, "And most of us have a thing about boobs, because of breastfeeding. Like, I love her boobs, too. And yours! And you're not my mom."

"Thanks for clarifying that I'm not your mom," Punz laughed, and the other two chuckled as well. As she snuggled into Elsa's chest and felt Anna doing the same against the back of her neck, she smiled and whispered, "And… yeah, I guess you guys are right. This is all just super new for me."

"It's new for us all," Elsa assured her gently. "And it certainly yielded some rather… interesting results."

"Mmmm…"

Punz was more than prepared to just rest between the two McFlys for a few more minutes – recover some of her strength – when a rather odd and unwelcome noise sounded throughout the room. It took a couple seconds for Anna to move away and find it: an alarm.

"Ugh," she groaned, not bothering to return to her position behind the girls. "That's it, party's over. Our hour's up."

"An hour?" Punz hissed. "What the- we did not do- do that for an hour!"

Turning back to look at Elsa, she was met with a not-unkind smirk. "Pretty good for an old lady, eh?"

Punz just stared at her, looking a little lost for a moment before she turned to Anna. "That's longer than you and I have ever-"

"Tch-tch-tch, hey!" Anna interrupted. Too late: Elsa was already giggling. It was light and there was no malice in it. Still, it seemed like Anna's pride had been wounded, and she pouted until both girlfriends beckoned her back over to them.

"Guess the old lady has some things to teach us, then," Punz suggested gently. An apology and an invitation, all in one. It broke Anna out of her embarrassed funk, and she looked at Punz with something akin to excitement on her face.

"Really?"

"Well… if she doesn't go senile, and I don't check myself into a psych ward, I don't think I'd mind…"

"Don't get too excited," Elsa laughed. "I'm not some BDSM queen who's going to put you through your paces. Just… yeah, I've done this a few times before."

"With two girls?"

Anna's mother shrugged as she pulled on her swimsuit. It seemed she had brought it after all, just had shucked it off once in the sauna before Punz ever entered. "No, but I've been with far more than two in total. That has to count for something. Plus…"

As the others also struggled into their clothes, Anna asked, "Plus?"

"Well… alright, so Kristoff and I did try a threesome once."

"WHAT?!"

"We were trying to navigate the murky waters of my sexuality," she chuckled with a little wave of her fingers, as if sexuality and magic spells were synonymous. "So we thought, hey, this is one way for us to see where that leads. I was already a little less interested in sleeping with him and it was more or less a last-ditch attempt to see what might work. It… went alright, but we decided not to repeat the experiment."

The completely appalled look on Anna's face made Jennifer giggle. Though she did feel a little guilty; it wasn't her parents being discussed and she should have been more sensitive.

"Less interested- oh my god. Was I- was I born yet?" Her voice turned to a hushed whisper before she threw her hands up. "Nope, never mind, I take it back. I don't want to know. Yuck!"

"Anna," Elsa began seriously, suddenly locking eyes with her daughter. "Do you… when you left, did you honestly believe that whatever had brought Kristoff and I together would last? Would be enough to maintain a marriage? After the things you showed me… knowing who I was, did you leave believing that it would all be fine and dandy?"

This time the discomfort on Anna's face was less to do with the insinuations of her parents having sex, and she looked away. "I wanted you to forget about me."

"Well, I couldn't. Maybe if I'd never met you I could have repressed everything – by your accounts, I did, and it made me wretched. But this life was good. Even if I did some things that in hindsight I probably should not have attempted. Your father and… well, someone else. Hmm. Though Kristoff certainly enjoyed it…"

And just like that she broke the tension. She was also no longer naked, either, and both Anna and Punz rushed to follow her.

"I really am sorry," Anna said again as they left the sauna. Punz wasn't sure if she was cold when the cooler air hit them, but there was no denying that it was refreshing. "Like, I'm always going to be sorry for the pain I caused you."

"You really don't have to keep apologising," Elsa sighed, drifting over to catch Anna around her shoulders and pull her in tighter against her side. "Just… I want to be realistic about how things transpired and what I felt at the time. Truthful. But that doesn't mean I'm still upset or needing you to say you're sorry for what's in the past. Everything turned out for the best."

"I gotta agree," Punz added as she hugged her from the other side.

"Well… oh, I know you're right. Just still a little surprised that I made such a big difference when I was just… trying to get out of there without ruining your lives too much."

Elsa kissed the top of her head. "Nothing was ruined. Just… changed. For the best."

"Yeah… for the best."

~ o ~

It didn't take the three women long to shower off and change back into their normal clothes. As they left the spa, they confirmed where they would be having dinner and tried to make plans for the rest of the day.

"We should go see the new Marvel movie," Anna suggested. "There's gotta be some theatres around here somewhere."

"Do we really need to be alone in a dark, distracting room?" Elsa asked. The wink she shot at Punz showed that she wasn't serious, but that didn't mean it wasn't a valid question. After all, what they had just spent the morning doing wasn't exactly typical.

"I think we need food first," Punz piped up.

"Aww, but-" Before she could even finish her sentence, Anna's stomach let out the most horrendous growl. All three of them stopped to stare at it for a second. The silence was broken by an incredibly unladylike snort from Punz, and then it was only a few seconds before Elsa joined in with her own giggle. When Anna's stomach did it again, it just made the both of them laugh louder until Anna joined in.

"Well," Elsa said, wiping her eyes. "I guess that answers that. Food first, otherwise we may not even hear the movie!"

"Hey! I'll have you know-mmm…"

This time her words were cut off not by her stomach, but by Punz, leaning in to kiss her. It was soft and chaste and she pulled away after a few seconds. Elsa kept walking towards the car, but this wouldn't take long.

"Thank you," she said. "Today has been amazing. All of it, not just the happy ending. You made me feel… really special, and I'm never going to forget it."

Anna's face softened into a sweet smile, and she wrapped her arms around Punz in a hug. "You're worth it. But I didn't plan it alone. Elsa helped with a lot of it."

"Well, I guess I'll have to thank her, too. Race ya!"

And just like that she was off, barreling towards Elsa and the car. When she arrived, she paused for a moment, hands clasped in front of her, until Elsa turned to look. Then she wrapped her arms around Elsa's midsection in a chaste hug that only lasted a few seconds.

"Thank you," she said earnestly. "I just told Anna this, but today has been really… it's been something else. In a good way. And you helped me get over a lot of my hang-ups, and I'm so glad you're here!"

"You're very welcome, Jennifer," Elsa answered with a huge grin, petting over her fuzzy brown hair and kissing her forehead. "You are most definitely worth it."

A second later, when Anna tackled the two women, they all burst into laughter that continued once they were in the car. And really, it continued into the rest of their day.

To Be CONCLUDED…

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31. Will you catch me if I fall?

And this is how it feels When I ignore the words you spoke to me And this is where I lose myself When I keep running away from you*

"What a bastard! I knew that he would make you pay, but it's just too much!" Ron said fervently, after Harry had told him and Hermione, that Snape had punished him by making him drink some disgusting potion that made his throat sore. And because of that, he now had trouble speaking.

"Harry, I think you should..." Hermione began.

"I know, go to a teacher and tell them everything," he interrupted her wearily. The girl blushed. "No, Hermione, I won't give him the satisfaction. He won't break me. I'll handle him myself, I'm not a loser." He had to admit that his lies were getting better and better.

"Harry is right," Ron interjected, supporting his friend. "Snape is just a big jerk. If we start running around and complaining, he'll feel like he has won. And I'd rather choke on a pudding, than allow him to think that!"

"You're both insane!" the girl snorted and jumped up from her place. "I'm going to study," she said proudly, and walked away.

Ron looked at Harry and shook his head.

"But it's Friday. Does she need to study even on Fridays?"

The boy shrugged, looking around the Common Room. For some time, he was trying to spot Ginny, but to his annoyance, she wasn't there. Dinner was about to start, and he needed her help to have an alibi for when he'd be sitting at Snape's place.

Severus wanted Harry to come to him today. Until now they'd only been seeing each other during detentions, but this time, Severus himself had invited him to his chambers. This thought made the boy feel a strange warmth in his stomach.

There she was!

Harry jumped up off the couch, seeing Ginny walk down the stairs. Despite the surprised look he got from Ron, he went up to her and nervously asked for a moment in private. Several of her companions looked at each other with unambiguous smiles and moved ahead.

"What is it, Harry?" the girl asked, as they stopped at a secluded spot nearby.

Harry felt Ron's suspicious gaze on his neck, but he had no choice.

"I'd like to ask you a favor," he whispered.

"What happened to your voice?" She asked, surprised.

"Uh...It's a long story," Harry replied, waving a hand dismissively. He quickly explained his plan to her, and she gladly agreed to help him.

During the whole evening, Ron was watching him suspiciously, but fortunately, didn't ask any questions. At least for now.

At dinner, Harry swallowed almost nothing. His throat was burning horribly and he had the impression, that it had been cut by swords. When his friends reached the common room, he immediately went to the dormitory. He dived in the trunk and pulled out the same black pants which he had worn to Snape's birthday, and the warm, snowy-white sweater he had bought in Hogsmeade during a recent visit. After all, Snape finally invited him. He couldn't go as a ragamuffin.

Harry quickly dressed himself, put his Invisibility Cloak into the pocket and ran down to Ginny, who was waiting for him.

"Harry, you look..." she began.

"...so different," Hermione finished, appearing beside her. "I've never seen you this..."

"...stunning," ended the red-haired girl, smiling with delight.

"Uh..." he mumbled, blushing.

"You are going somewhere together?" Ron suddenly emerged from behind their backs, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"And why do you care?" Ginny spat as she grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him forward. The redheaded boy opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him the other way.

When Harry and Ginny found themselves in the hall again, they smiled at each other with relief.

"Well, it worked. Now you can meet with your mysterious chosen one," she winked at him. Harry grinned.

"Thank you. We'll meet here again before ten o'clock.."

"Thank you. You helped me escape, too. Ron won't be as agitated if he thinks that I'm with you. Well, see you," she waved and disappeared in the corridor leading to the west tower, which belonged to Ravenclaw.

Harry looked around carefully, then threw the cloak on himself and slipped into the dungeons. Quickly, he crossed the office and before he knocked on the door of Snape's private chambers, he took off his cloak and straightened his hair. However, this only caused the strands to stick out even more.

When he entered the room, Severus was sitting in his chair, staring into the fire. He wasn't working on anything, neither was he reading. Just... waiting.

"For me," the boy realized, and he felt a warm current inside.

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Far Longer Than Forever (p.p)

Word count: 4737

Pairing : peter parker

Request: YES! ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. The Swan Princess is one of my childhood movie and this was so fun to write. I can’t stop listenning the soundtrack now ! I’m so sorry for the time i took to write this, i had so much work to do with school. But it’s over now and i hope you will like this !

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As far as you can remember, you've always hated summer. Well, it was partly a lie. You loved the sweltering heat of Queens, the cherry popsicles from Delmar's, not having to worry about what time you had to get up. You liked it but hated the idea of the last two weeks of August.

This year was no exception. You looked at your half-finished suitcase, a grimace on your face. August still meant the same thing, the same routine: having to spend the last three weeks of his vacation with Peter Parker.

summer 2009

Peter Parker had lost his parents very early on, two years ago. He had lived since then with his aunt May and his uncle Ben. It was your mother's idea to introduce you to each other. Aunt May and your mom were friends from college and luckily, they lived in the same neighborhood. Your first meeting with the one who, many years later, would become Spider-Man, took place on his eighth birthday. You were invited to the party when you weren't even at the same school. Aunt May had simply shared his fears about Peter's difficulty making friends after the trauma he had experienced. Your mother, as the perfect friend that she was, had suggested that Peter and you spend time together.

There were 3 kids in total at that birthday party, you, Peter - obviously - and a boy from his school whose mother had forced him to be there, too. It was a fact; you were the only girl and you didn't know Peter at all. Your mother walked up to you, got up to your eye level and whispered

"Can you be nice? May told me she invited Peter's whole class and only this boy came"

You wanted to please your mother so you nodded before approaching the two boys. Peter and his friend were in the corner of the room, their backs turned to the adults. When you tapping the young boy on the shoulder to make you notice by him, he turned to you with a guilty expression. He had buttercream all over the corner of his mouth and he was holding a cupcake in his hand that looked delicious.

“My Aunt May tried to bake a cake, but Uncle Ben bought some cupcakes in anticipation. Do you want one?” Peter asked you in a friendly voice

“Why? Is May's cake not good?

“Uncle Ben says that she is not very good at cooking.”

You let out a little laugh and nodded your head before grabbing the cupcake with a smile. You thanked him and began to taste the little pastry with envy. It was so good! The buttercream was lemony, the cupcake was slightly lemony too but there was a taste you couldn't recognize. You were almost sure you had tasted it before, but you couldn't tell what it was. Peter and the other boy suggested that you go to Peter's room. He wanted to show you the LEGO set his uncle Ben had given him ahead of time and you followed them even though you weren't more excited about the idea.

And you were right. For several minutes, you were pushed aside while the two young boys spoke spiritedly. You complained several times that you wanted to do something else but Peter didn't seem to listen to you, too excited to finally be able to chat with someone who appreciated Star Wars as much as he did.

So you were annoyed and slightly angry with Peter but what broke the camel's back is that you started to not feel so good. Your throat was itching and you felt like your tongue was taking up a lot more space in your mouth, getting drier. Peter gave you a distracted look before his eyes widened. He let go of everything he had in his hands before running to his aunt.

"Aunt May, Aunt May! Y/N's tongue looks like a big, desiccated steak!"

"Peter, don't be rude!" she exclaimed, shocked by her nephew’s words

"No, no come see, she has a huge tongue! I think something is wrong"

Meanwhile, you ran into the bathroom at Peter's reaction. You weren't sure why he had looked at you like that, but you felt that a few things were wrong. In addition, you were more and more thirsty, your eyes also hurt. And that's when you saw your reflection. You were puffy, your tongue had tripled in size, hence this feeling of dryness and discomfort. It was the same with your throat. You started to cry and when May called you through the bathroom door, you fervently opened it.

May and your mother's expression of horror was instantaneous and your mother knew exactly what was causing your condition.

"What did she eat?"

"Nothing..." he tried to escape from being grounded

"Peter, this is very important. What did you eat?"

"We just ate the cupcakes Uncle Ben brought back"

Ben looked at May with guilty eyes. May had put so much effort into Peter's birthday cake and she felt hurt that they had bought some pastries in anticipation. Your mother was impatiently stamping her foot. It was important to know exactly what you had eaten and above all, you shouldn't waste any more time. Peter felt completely helpless. He had only given a cupcake to his guest, that’s all. What was wrong with giving someone a cupcake?

"What were those cupcakes flavor?" your mother said impatiently ...

"With lemon and almonds." he said in a very small voice.

You were panicked. And the eight-year-old that you were was not coping well with stress. Plus, your feeling of being sidelined by Peter and his friend made you feel even worse. So you frowned. You couldn't see a thing but you could feel the torrent of tears escaping your cheeks. You pointed at Peter with rage

"You tried to kill me !!!" you said somehow with your tongue as big as a little tangerine.

"It's not true!"

"Yes! You are a murderer"

And you cried even more before your mother takes you to the emergency room as quickly as possible, apologizing for the scene.

The week later, May forced Peter to apologize for giving you a cupcake, while justifying that he didn't know about your allergy. Your mother forced you to apologize for insulting Peter "a murderer" and accept his apologies.

But you spent the rest of the vacation arguing with the little guy. After all, you didn't want to be friends with a murderer.

Summer 2013

Aunt May and your mom didn't let go, however, and every summer you spent three damn weeks with Peter. The summer of your twelve years, you did not thus escape this eternal masquerade but this year, the tide had turned in your favor.

From the start, you never liked Star Wars. It really wasn't your world. You had always preferred Harry Potter and although Peter had read the books and enjoyed them - which he would never admit to you as that would amount to listing the commonalities you had - he was much more invested in the galactic universe. But on that day, Peter had particularly bothered you. He had first replaced the sugar in your hot chocolate with salt. He kept chanting silly nursery rhymes about you and the downstairs neighbor, insinuating that you were in love: which was not the case. Yes, Peter had been extremely annoying. This time Peter was getting on your nerds by bouncing a small ball against the ceiling as you tried to read your book. Uncle Ben was in the living room watching the sport - you weren't sure exactly which one since it didn't matter to you - so you couldn't go anywhere else to be quiet.

"Peter, stop it."

"Stop what?" he asked by bouncing the ball once more off his ceiling. You could even make out the smirk on his lips.

"That. Stop it! I can't read."

"This is nothing new."

You threw him the first thing you found on his desk, c.e, a banana, which he easily dodged. You groaned in frustration. May and your mother didn't understand when you talked about Peter's attitude towards you. He was a calm child, far too shy at school and interested in everything, especially science. He was looking forward to entering Midletown High School in two years. You hated that nerd side about him. Secretly, you were a little jealous of him for being the smartest in the room.

“I'm gonna hit you so hard you won't know your name anymore”

“ try me, dumbass.”

A few minutes later, he had finally stopped throwing that damn ball, but obviously Peter's boredom was driving him to find everything the most boring thing than the previous one to drive you crazy. This time, he had simply taken his favorite lightsaber - because he had several - and he was poking your shoulder to get your attention.

"Parker, stop!"

"Don't you want to drop this book and watch a movie?"

"What do you want to watch? Star Wars? No thanks ..."

"Oh come on, Y / N! I'm sure you'll like it!"

He patted you on the shoulder once more with his lightsaber.

"Do you want to play this, Parker?" you said before grabbing one of his other lightsabers

"What are you going to do? I'm sure you don't know how to fight with" he mocked.

You have lit the glowing plastic stick and you are placed in the guard position.

"Do you want to bet, knothead?"

He smiled at you and attacked you first. Strangely, this is what most resembled a moment of bond between Peter and you and deep down, you appreciate it. But you also appreciate that possibility of kicking his ass after he's been so irritating. You responded to his lightsaber attacks with ease and joy. It was playful, childish, but it was one of the few times you had fun with Peter. And you really appreciate it. Your two laughs mingled, echoing in the room.

But suddenly, as you were trying to dodge an attack from the brunet, your elbow made contact with his face. Peter's muffled cry of pain echoed and you froze. He was holding his nose with a grimace and when he took his hand away you both noticed in horror that he was bleeding.

"Fuck…"

"Pete..." you started talking

"You blew my nose!" Peter shouted

"I did not do it on purpose!" you defended yourself.

"Of course, you do! You fucking blew my nose!"

"Peter, I swear ..."

But Peter interrupted you by rushing out of his bedroom looking for his aunt who was in the office as she tried to file the important papers, that Ben and her had received this week. You were livid. First, because you didn't mean to hurt Peter on purpose. Second, you couldn't stand the sight of blood and it was literally everywhere. Peter was leaving trails of droplets on the floor of the apartment.

"Aunt May?!? Y/N blew my nose! Damn, I'm bleeding!"

After a brief stint in the ER, the rest of the stay was peaceful as you and Peter avoided each other until the end of the summer.

Summer 2017

Peter was not the Peter you had always known.

Since the death of his uncle Ben, the young man had closed in on himself and was even further away. Always so intelligent and discreet but much more distant. He had stopped teasing you or doing things that got on your nerves. He was minding his own business. And even though you had tried to be there for him, not denying him any of the offers he made to you during your stay ... you found him really ... overwhelmed. Which was still understandable.

But this year was worse than the last. May told your mother that last year Peter got an internship at Stark Industry and attended a seminar in Germany but came back with a black eye. He had been acting most weirdly ever more since then. And you could have witnessed it. In the afternoon, when you were busy, and when it was too hot, when you tried to rest, Peter would disappear for hours. When you caught him sneaking back several times, he made you promise not to tell Aunt May.

And you were starting to have theories about his nighttime getaways. After all, you were 16 and you too had started dating a few boys. But it never really worked. who knows why?! And when you wondered if Peter had a girlfriend, and who she was - he had to have one in view of all his sneaking out - your stomach twisted in a strange feeling. You didn't understand why the thought of Peter having a girlfriend bothered you so much. Over time, you had learned to be friends. It still happened sometimes that you quarreled but the events of the life made you grow up. Your parents had divorced, Peter had lost his uncle. You could tell yourself that you both had grown.

And it was one night when Peter was sneaking back in again that you discovered two secrets.

The first one: He was Spider-Man.

It was around midnight when you heard the sound of the window opening. Since your childhood and this Machiavellian plan of your mother and Aunt May, you had always slept in Peter's room during holiday and more recently in his bed. The noise alerted you and you got up in a sitting position. But the only thing you saw was a foot, placed on this said window, closing it gently. How the hell was that possible?

You were ready to scream but your gut told you to look up at the ceiling. A figure hung on it and you were paralyzed. Were you having one of those weird experiences called sleep paralysis? Delicately, silently, you grabbed the first blunt object within reach. A chemistry book that Peter seemed particularly fond of. The figure stepped on the ceiling as you were paralyzed. The form turned to land on the ground and then stood up, still with its back to you. You got up gently from Peter's bed and walked over. The man in the suit whose color you couldn't see took off his mask and you hit the air in an attempt to shoot him down. Peter turned around so quickly and blocked your gesture easily, like a reflex.

"What the ..."

"Bloody hell".

You both said at the same time. Your big surprised eyes mirrored Peter's. The curly man let go of your hand with an apologetic expression as you walked away from your friend. You turned on the bedside lamp before you discovered his blue and red costume. A very recognizable costume since it was that of Spider-Man. You winced, a look of judgment and incomprehension on your face. Not bothering to look at his face covered with bruises and traces of blood.

"What the ... are you sneaking out to go to a costume party?"

"What?! No…No Y/N I’m…”

“Spider-Man? Great costume by the way” you joked.

For a moment, you completely forgot that you just saw your friend glued upside down to the ceiling. Peter looked at you a little jaded, by the tone of your voice your guess was far from a sincere question but more of a mockery. And right now, the young man needed to be honest with you. He needed you.

"But, I am."

"Yeah that's it. And I slept with the Winter Soldier. You can't imagine what he can do with his metal arm."

Peter cut you off by pulling a web with his web shooter, tying your hands. The feel of the canvas was unpleasant, sticky but above all resistant. You let out a little cry of surprise, not powerful enough to pass the walls of Peter's room. Your eyes looked like two big golf balls, realizing that your friend was telling the truth.

"Omg, You're Spider-Man" you almost spoke too loud.

"Yes and don't make me web your mouth. May doesn't have to know"

"damn, peter. What happened to your face!"

“yeah about that…I need you Y/N, please…”

And without warning, Peter squeezed the spider in the middle of his costume, at chest level. He winced at the action revealing his bruised chest. He staggered a bit from the action, unsure of his legs and the pain in his sides fierce. You might see several bruises and cuts on your friend's body. You were having difficulty swallowing before you told him you were going to the bathroom to get what you needed. Before leaving the room, he made you promise to be discreet and not tell May anything if she ran into you. When you walk back into Peter's room, he's sitting half-lying on his bed, grimacing. You sit next to him, your heart pounding. You never noticed that he was so built. After all, as a superhero, he had to keep fit. But you couldn't deny that it intimidated you. Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment and a desire you never knew before. He had his eyes closed, as if trying to make the pain go away. And there, looking at him, you found him pretty. he was so cute that you couldn't help but run your hand through his curls to signal your presence and soothe him a bit. But Peter already knew you were there. He had heard your footsteps, he had smelled your scent, a sweet scent he had grown used to in his later years. He sighed softly, more relaxed. You started to clean the few shallow wounds.

"Does it hurt?" you asked quietly

"Mhmm no, not really."

"Did you win?"

"Ouch..No. Not tonight."

"Sorry." you said more for your gesture rather than the fact that he didn't win the fight against the bad guys.

"No, it's perfect ... it's just a little sensitive"

You smiled but something was wrong. A feeling you've never felt before. You've finished cleaning up Peter's wounds, but your gaze has darkened. As you were about to get up, the brunette gently grabbed your wrist to hold you back. He could hear your calm breathing and yet your heart was racing. He could feel the heat on your cheeks. He too felt that the tension was at its height. Your mind was muddled, he didn't know why, he wasn't a telepath, but he could see it, feel it. Your body betrayed your mind.

"Y/N, what is it?"

"I..I don't know." you lied.

"You can tell me everything."

"I ... Well…Seeing you like this ... makes me ... makes me realize that I ... I'm afraid of losing you."

"You won't lose me ... I promise"

You are ashamed of your vulnerable state. How did you go from hating this boy to having an overwhelming fear of losing him? You looked at those chocolate eyes in confusion and distress. You were now fully aware that the little neighborhood spider was none other than your childhood friend. The one you once loved to hate, tease, fight with over trivia. He was also on the youtube videos, who stopped cars with his bare hands.

“Y/N… you won’t lose me, I promise.”

Peter dared to walk slowly towards you and in a surge of courage, one of his hands circled your burning cheek, his lips rested on yours. The brunette had always had a crush on you without actually admitting it. After all, you had known each other since you were children but... your relationship had been rather confrontational. But for two years now, everything had changed for him. He appreciated more and more your little arguments, your teasing. His thoughts would sometimes turn darker when you lick your lips or when your fingers scratched that point behind your ear, when you were a little stressed.

Your lips moved between them in a harmonious dance and you were now clinging desperately to Peter's slightly sweaty brown curls. Your heart was pounding at a speed close to the point of no return, reluctant to stop suddenly in the face of this overstimulation. But all good things came to an end and you slowly walked away. You bit your lip to get the taste of Peter's back. Your mind wandered, lost in the haze of rushing feelings.

"You..you should rest ..."

You ended up pulling away, swallowing hard. That night you didn't sleep. You have studied every facial feature of Peter, thinking of every event since your friendship. The next day, you fooled that nothing had happened. Too scared of what that kiss meant to you.

Summer 2025

It all happened so quickly. After that summer, the summer of your kiss, you promised yourself that you understood your feelings towards Peter. You weren't going to the same high school and even though you were both on social media, you never dared to contact him. You needed time.

But you haven't had this time. Peter became full-time Spider-Man and then the aliens came to earth, again. The threat of Thanos hovered and within moments, days, hours ... you were gone under his snap.

When you returned to your childhood apartment, you were alone. Well, alone in front of the family who lived in this place now. The man in his forties simply believed you were a drug-hunting teenager squatter. Five damn years had passed. 5 years where your mother had a new life when you had been eclipsed. You were distraught, alone and it was by happy coincidence that you found May at the F.E.A.S.T project. It was a relief for you to find a familiar face again. She had suggested that you come and live in her new temporary apartment, allowing you to finish high school without having to move to the other end of the United States, with your mother. You declined your offer. You wanted to fend for yourself. And surprisingly, you did pretty well.

To be exact, Mr. Delmar was looking for a student to work in his store and was kind enough to greet you in the bedroom of one of his daughters who had gone to college. By the greatest of luck, you've never seen Peter. Or rather, you managed to avoid it for an entire year. You had caught a glimpse of him one day, trying to speak Italian to get a travel adapter and a dual headphone adapter. Did you feel foolish thinking that after so long - could we consider those 5 years to be 5 concrete years? - would it still focus on the kiss you shared? After all, you got away from him after that. And then, everything went in a state of madness.

Every time you turned on the television, you learned that elemental monsters had attacked a different country. They had first started with Mexico and then moved to Europe. Italy, Prague and then London. A certain Mysterio seemed to be taking care of this matter, but you couldn't help but think of Peter. May told you he was supposed to go to Italy. In fact, every time she went to Delmar's for a sandwich, she gave you an update on her nephew's trip. But it wasn't the craziest.

Upon his return ... Spider-man's identity was revealed. You had watched in horror the video of Mysterio, which appeared on the Daily Buggle newspaper, accusing Peter of wanting to be the new Iron-Man. You were listening to J. Jonah Jameson falsely accusing Peter of being a murderer. You knew Peter, and there was no way he had done such an act. The video was bogus, you were sure. When you tried to reconnect that summer, you noticed Peter's girlfriend. Michelle Jones and ... and that's what kept you from approaching him. He was already supported. He had his best friend, Ned. His girlfriend, MJ. And he had May. It was enough, wasn't it?

It was the following year, after a new incredible adventure that you met again.

You worked at the store in the evening. Mr Delmar had asked you to help him out urgently because his youngest daughter had a health problem. You accepted with pleasure. You had offered to babysit his daughter but the loving father he was wanted to be with her. And it was precisely this evening that a thug decided to steal the fund from you.

You were at gunpoint with your hands up in the air when you saw a red and black mass fall behind the thug.

"Hey buddy, I think the bank is across the street"

Spider-Man tapped the thief on the shoulder and dodged a punch.

"But I think I'll arrest you anyway if you went to the bank. You don't seem like a nice guy." Peter joked.

You were paralyzed as your friend, your best friend if you were honest, chained or avoided them with agility. You swallowed hard, unable to move or run away. A gunshot rang out and you smelled a scared little vintage. Peter squeezed the barrel of the gun in his hand, deviating from his course. It made sense now to say that he had simply defended himself against the assault. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, Peter stared the offender against a fridge door, immobilizing him. He then turned to you, oblivious to your identity at the time.

"Are you okay there?"

"Peter!"

You didn't give him the chance to realize and you rushed into his arms, hugging him so tight to feel the comfort of his body against yours.

"Uh, yeah, you're welcome. Cuddles are nice but ..."

He paused for a moment and his automated eyes widened. He knew his perfume. The flowery, sweet scents that he had missed so much. Is this possible?

"Y/N?"

You let go of him and immediately put his mask back on. Adrenaline was controlling your actions and god damn it, you needed that touch. You kissed him, bluntly. Your lips crushed against his in impatience, in ardor, but too bad. You needed to feel it against you, to regain the feeling that you had felt, years ago. After a few seconds, you felt Peter's hands encircle your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your heart was exploding, the ardor was present in your kiss. You were even frustrated that you couldn't grab her brown curls with full hands, settling for only the base of her hair. You let out a moan before pulling away abruptly. He had a girlfriend.

"I… I'm sorry. I… Sorry, I didn't mean… MJ… and… please don't blame me."

Peter silenced you with another kiss, shorter this time but so good.

“There is no MJ .... Just you and me ... Far Longer Than Forever”

You looked at him hopefully and then burst out laughing after his words.

"I didn't know you were so romantic, Parker"

"Shut your mouth."

"Make me"

"You are impossible."

"But obviously, you like"

He was going to say something to nag you, he was looking for it but you caught him off guard, placing your lips on his again. You could feel his smile in the kiss and you couldn't help but do the same. Anyone living in the neighborhood present in the street would have a view of Spider-Man kissing the student cashier from Delmar. But you couldn't care less. You had waited too long and the joy you were feeling now was so intense, you didn't want to stop feeling this. It is reluctantly that Peter moved away from you apologizing for the fact that he had to go on patrol again.

"Go save the Spider-Man neighborhood"

"Only if you promise me you'll be there when I get back."

"I was thinking of going to say goodnight to May instead ... But if you want, I have a sleeping bag in the storeroom."

"You are incorrigible .... See you later ..."

"See you later."

You smiled, in a misty state of bliss as Peter disappeared from view. This time, you weren't planning to escape, you wanted to fall into the webs of Peter Parker. You closed the store after the police visit and headed to May's flat. It was late but with her kindness she welcomed you with open arms.

This summer ... was the best in years but the others to come were going to be even more wonderful.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #tom holland #tom holland fic

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lydias--stiles · 3 years

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love is deep as the road is long

chenford | post-canon | drabble | title: nobody knows // the lumineers

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"Merritt and Costa, Torres and Kade, Vreeland and Brown, you're riding together today. I want Team Pandora to get a lead on our Godot case, we cannot let it go cold, got it? Detective Lopez will help you." Tim faltered in his directions for a beat as he noticed Lucy standing by the threshold at the back of the room, smiling at him with mild amusement. "Any questions?"

Costa raised his hand, nervous. "What happened to my TO?"

"Absent," he quipped. Challenge coloured his voice. "Why? Is Merritt a problem?"

The rookie almost swallowed his own tongue, fervently shaking his head. "No, sir."

"Alright. Let's keep these streets safe, people." His hands clapped. "Dismissed."

As the officers of Tim's division piled out of roll call, all chattering with their partners or TO's, he maneuvered his way to his wife.

His very beautiful, very pregnant wife, who was told by the doctor to not be on her feet right now. Because of that, he instantly wrapped his hand around her arm and coaxed her on one of the chairs.

Lucy rolled her eyes. "Hello to you too."

"Luce," he sat in the chair beside her and kissed her cheek in lieu of a hello. "What're you doing here?"

"I was bored," she sighed. "I can't go to my own division, they'll literally send me right back home. Everyone's working and I'm losing my mind just doing nothing, waiting for this little shrimp to pop out." She pouted. "Can you tell Avalon to hurry up in your best TO voice? She's not listening to me."

"I haven't used that 'voice' since your own rookie days, babe," he smirked. "Seems like you like bringing it up though."

"It was, like, mildly hot at the time," she admitted, shaking her hand in a so-so manner. "Whatever. Can I stay here and maybe listen in on some interrogations?"

Oh, wow. His wife was truly deranged. He married a lunatic, but he supposed that was the price one paid when marrying someone in the force. He bet he had some quesitonable quirks, too. (Hell, he didn't 'bet', he knew he had weird quirks. Some habits from his army days never quite faded.)

"On your last days of pregnancy, you want to listen to crying mothers and killers?" he deadpanned, making sure to enunciate in case she didn't realise she sounded insane.

She clicked her tongue in retaliation at his behaviour and gently tapped his cheek. "You're not being nice. Please, Tim? No one will refuse the Watch Commander's wife, aka the best UC of California, to sit behind the glass and just listen." She grabbed his hand. "I won't even speak!"

Tim's face softened. A part of him felt guilt for not being there as much as he wanted to. It was his first year as a full-time Watch Commander and he needed to obtain the entire division's respect, as well as understanding the in's and out's himself: what worked, what needed improving, how to more efficiently communicate with all the departments within the office. It was a lot. Meanwhile, Lucy's belly got bigger and bigger and now, days before she gave birth, he couldn't even be at home with her.

Another part of him simply felt fondness for the utter Lucy-ness of this entire situation. Meeting her in the middle for a sweet kiss, he didn't care if anyone saw. All that mattered was that Lucy knew he had her, that he'd always have her. No sudden freefalls, ever.

"I don't believe that," he muttered. "You're never quiet."

"And you love that."

"I do. I really do." Slipping his hand down to her belly, she helped him find wherever Avalon was stirring at the moment. And there it was, several nudges against his knuckles from his soon-to-be-born daughter. Lucy intertwined their fingers and then he had to relent. "Okay. You can stay and observe. Angela will appreciate the company."

"Of course, she will!" Lucy cheered. "Thank you. I'll drive back home after lunch."

"You drove here?!"

Ignoring his disbelief, she wobbled out the room and towards the interrogation spaces, his wife greeting people along the way like she owned the place.

He knew she was at a point where she hated being pregnant and swollen, but from the moment she started showing he felt an unmoored attraction to her, more so than normal. He loved dancing with her in the kitchen with their baby pressed between them, he loved lathering the bump with soap in the shower, he loved the way she balanced food on top.

And as much as he loved all of that, he too couldn't wait to hold little Avalon in his arms. To finally see her. Smell her.

A sudden scream erupted from down the hall — Lucy. Tim jumped to his feet and in the choas, vaguely heard something about water breaking.

Tim had half a mind to keep 'I told you so' from his lips as he helped Lucy to his car, his wife groaning in pain, but he supposed waddling to the investigation room did a lot more than those expensive prenatal yoga classes. Ha!

#chenford #the rookie fanfiction #queue

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cloouud · 3 years

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stop fucking talking

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: George and the reader broke up after a huge fight. Tensions are high at the Gryffindor party.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, angst, alcohol, fighting, cursing, choking, oral (male receiving), angry sex, unproteced sex, Dom!George, all consenual!

A/N: This took me so long to write...Writing dialog is fun though! I didn't want to go overboard with the kinkiness. Enjoy;)

[NOT MY GIF]

"The fuck are you looking at?" Y/N stumbled past George, who was sitting on one of the sofas.

"At a whore apparently," he coldly replied, swaying the liquid in his glass.

She scoffed and slumped down next to him.

"So, what makes me a whore all of a sudden?" she took a sip from her glass and looked over to George.

"We broke up less than a week ago, yet, you are dancing with McLaggen's hands all over your body," George elaborated with wide gestures.

Y/N chuckled, "You stared at me all night long. That's the only reason I danced with that idiot."

George glanced over at her, raising his eyebrows.

"Good to know you're still trying to make me jealous," he downed the drink and got up from the sofa, "it's not working anymore."

"Good to know you're still a piece of shit," she retorted.

"Whatever you say, whore."

George walked away from the sofas to the table with the drinks. Scanning the room, she stayed on the couch. In her head the conversation happened again and again. She didn't like how things ended, there was no way, she would admit her fault until George took accountability though. Their breakup happened exactly 5 days ago. Both had their issues, but neither wanted to admit their fault.

George came back from the makeshift bar with a full glass of fire whisky.

"Why are you still on my couch? Can't you snog McLaggen or something?" George let himself fall back onto the couch.

"First of all, this isn't your couch. Second of all, why would I snog McLaggen?" Y/N shook her head.

"First of all," George mocked her in a high-pitched voice, "I sat here first that's why it's my couch."

"Wow, very mature of you," she rolled her eyes.

"To our maturity," George toasted her.

She chuckled and raised her glass as well.

"I'll go and fuck McLaggen now," she wonkily rose from the couch.

"Are you fucking serious? We just had a peaceful moment, and you had to ruin it like always," George exclaimed.

"I didn't ruin anything! You're just too stupid to understand a joke, asshole. "

"Somehow, your jokes are never funny," George interjected.

"Oh, shut the fuck up. Could you do me a favor and not talk to me again?"

"Gladly," George turned away from her.

Y/N looked around the room, accidentally making eye contact with McLaggen. Promptly he made his way over to her. George clenched his jaw when he saw him approaching.

"Want to dance?" he held out his hand.

George eyed Y/N. He was sure she would agree. To his surprise she declined his offer. Raising his eyebrows, he expected an explanation, but she stayed silent. Instead, she sat back down on the couch again.

"I'm so over you, George," she lied.

"I don't miss anything about you except the sex, Y/N," he replied.

"I don't even miss that about you. You're not that good ," she lied again.

He shot a glance over to her to scan her face, "If you say so," he sighed, "just don't come running back."

"Why the fuck would I come running back?", she laughed, "You owe me a goddamn apology. Before that apology, I won't even think about it"

"I owe you an apology? Did I hear that right?" George's face dropped.

"Of course you do," she gestured fervently.

George started laughing, "You are fucking crazy!"

"Fuck off."

Silence settled between them again. George looked in one direction and Y/N looked into the other direction. Occasionally they took sips from their glasses. A few minutes passed by. Y/N put down her empty glass and turned to George.

"Why are you such an asshole, George?" her question sounded genuine.

George sighed loudly.

"Is there anything, that makes you shut up?" he asked provokingly.

"There is nothing you could do," she teased

"Oh, there are things," George scoffed and set down his drink.

He quickly wrapped his empty hand around her throat and crashed his lips into hers. The kiss tasted of liquor and was fueled by anger. George pulled away, and she was left breathless. Immediately she went in for a second kiss. A moan escaped her throat when he tightened the hand around her neck.

Without any warning, George jumped off the couch, pulling Y/N along. He dragged her out of the common room to his dorm with a firm grip on her arm. Neither said a word.

The moment the door of his dorm fell shut, George pushed her up against it. He pressed his lips onto her lips, while his hands roamed her body. With his thigh, he pushed against her crotch, moving his thigh against her heat. Y/N moaned.

Her hands traveled down to palm him through his pants. He was rock-hard already, which made her grin. George noticed and pulled away from the kiss.

"Someone is happy," she chuckled

"You just don't know how to shut up," his voice was low and raspy.

He spun them around so that his back was against the door. Opening his pants with one hand, he pushed her down with the other. On her knees, she helped to pull down his pants.

"Open your mouth," George demanded, and Y/N obliged.

George pumped himself in his fist a few times, then he pushed into her mouth. His dick hit the back of her throat and made her gag. He pulled out, then slammed back in. With his hands, he guided her head.

"Look at me," he hissed.

Y/N looked up at him through her eyelashes. Tears welled up in her eyes. She loved it when George took control. Hearing his dominant tone, she could feel herself getting wet.

George picked up the pace, causing Y/N to gag repeatedly. His eyes were filled with lust and anger.

"Oh, if you could see yourself, you slut," he moaned.

After a few more thrusts, he pulled out of her mouth. Spit dripped down his dick and her chin. Quickly he pulled her onto her feet and pushed her onto the bed.

With fast motions, he pulled down her pants. Then he climbed on top of her. One hand moved down to her core.

"You're so wet" he grinned," I'm gonna fuck you stupid. That will teach you a lesson."

"Go on, teach me a lesson," she locked eyes with him.

George wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped her around. With a firm grip, he positioned Y/N's ass up in the air.

"Stop fucking talking," he landed a hard slap on her ass, "from now on you only make noises when told to. You understand?"

Looking over her shoulder, Y/N eagerly nodded. Without warning, George entered her. At first, he started out at a slow pace. His hands dug into her waist. Soft moans escaped Y/N's mouth.

"No moaning," George pushed her face down into the mattress with one hand and sped up the pace.

The sound of skin slapping together and George's pants filled the room. Y/N bit on her lip to avoid making noise. George hit her G-spot with every thrust, which made her legs tremble.

Suddenly he wrapped a hand around her throat and pulled her up to his chest. Y/N's eyes rolled to the back of her head. The new angle caused knots to form in her stomach.

"Go on, moan for me," he cooed into her ear.

Obscene moans fell from her mouth. George continued fucking her at a relentless pace, one hand on her throat and one hand on her chest. The hand around her throat made her dizzy and every sensation more intense.

Slowly George trailed his hand down to her core. Starting to rub her clit with fast flicks. The knot in her stomach tightend even more.

"Fuck, George," she breathed.

Quickly he put he spun her around and laid her on her back. His eyes roamed her body.

"Such a good slut for me," George praised her.

Hooking her left leg over his shoulder he entered her again. This time his thrusts were slower. Again his hand rubbed her sensitive clit. Both breathed heavily. His thrusts got more sloppy, as he approached his high.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," she breathed.

"Cum for me."

A wave of pleasure rolled over her. Hands digging into the bedsheets, she moaned his name like it was the only word she knew. The contractions of her core, made George grunt. With one last thrust, he came inside her.

Pulling out, he collapsed next to her. It took a while until she caught her breath. Rolling over onto her side, she saw George, who had already fallen asleep.

"Asshole," she mumbled as she got up from the bed.

After picking up her clothes and putting them on, she glanced over at George again. He slept peacefully. Shaking her head, she snuck out oh his dorm.

#smut #george weasley smut #george weasley #george weasley x reader #George being a dick #I hope satanwritesmythirstposts sees this:)

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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I'M LATE I KNOW OKAY I HAVENT BEEN ON MY BEST FOR THE PAST MONTH IM SORRY

Kai handsome man come back to ussssss 😫

Okay, first I gotta apologize for not being activated for a while due to personal problems. But little by little is getting better.

Second, Happy late (supposed) birthday my dear Overhaul amazing Kai Chisaki!

Not so pointless day

You blinked a bit when some rays of the sun rose invaded the room and hitted the slightest the bedsheets and on your face, indicating that it was finally time to get up.

You turned ever so slowly your face to see the man right behind you. Peaceful sleep on his handsome face, one thing that it was rarity due to his late work hours... a smile appeared on your lips at seing your lover so relaxed and you had to really control yourself to just not carress his handsome face or to even kiss him.

You already had plans today. And since you got Pops and most of the subbordinates of the Shie Hassaikai by your side on this idea, there was no way Kai would know about this! And you had to be extremely careful or your boyfriend would end up discovering everthing!... much like last time.

You shifted a bit to ever so slowly left the bed sheets for you to slide your legs out of the bed on the cold floor... but just when you were about to lift up, you had noticed that Kai was with one arm wrapped around your midsection.

Great. Just on the day you just couldn't be on the bed cuddling with him and just couldn't wake him up, he HAD to have a grip on you. Perfect. Just GREAT.

Cursing under your breath you slowly lifted his muscled arm up enough for you to slide on the bed and gently place it back down. You tip toed, still with looking at Kai, and just when you had reached the door of the bathroom you made the mistake of sigh in relief.

"I know what you're pretending to." His low and full of sleep voice manifested from the bed and you immediately cringed.

Curse his light sleep.

"H-Hey!!!" You smiled sheepish even seing that he didn't open his eyes still "Morning hands-"

"Get back on bed. Is early as shit and I don't have work." He mumbled with a hand on his face, groaning when he opened his eyes a bit only to close then again due to the sun light.

You giggled at his words, knowing that only when Kai was tired that he didn't care to let out one or two curse words.

"I would love to, but I've got plans and-"

"Yeah and you're not doing it." He said nonchantly, sending one eyed glare at your direction "Once again, I knwo what you're planning, and that's not happening."

"Wha? What are you talking about?" You felt a drop of cold sweat on the back of your neck, yet you did your best to hide your nervousness from Chisaki.

"Don't play dumb now (Y/n). You and I nnwo what day it is. And you're not doing shit." He growled while getting up on his elbows to fully stare at you from the bed.

"I didn't plan anything!" You lied, lifting your hands up in false defense as he arched one eyebrow at you, clearly not believing your words.

"Of course. Then you wouldn't mind to get back on the bed now?"

"Actually..." you poked your fingers together as you looked everywhere but his amber eyes "I-I.. I promised that I would help Pops on the garden!"

"What?" He arched his eyebrow even more, standing from his bed "No you didn't-"

"Yesterday! I-I promised him this and I couldn't just-" you forced a laugh when he got up and crossed his arms while staring you down, getting just a bit distracted at the show of his muscles "Deny it, right?"

"You're the worst liar I ever laid my eyes on (Y/n)." He nonchalantly spoke as you cringed even more before dead panning.

"Wait, is that a compliment or-" he interrupted you with kiss, shutting you up pretty quickly. His hands travelled down to your waist as he bitted lightly on your bottom lip to allow you to give him a entrance.

You sighed and moaned a bit at his touch and the kiss before he broke apart only to trail hot fervent kisses on your neck to stop right by your ear lobe to whisper huskily.

"I guess that maybe if you want to surprise me on this pointless day, then at least I got to choose what I want." He nibbled a bit on your ear lobe "Dont you agree my angel?"

Just when you were getting on his trap, a knock on the door made him grunt and you pout a bit.

"Master? Pardon me but we have to get out to solve a few things."

"Nemoto..." he growled in your neck and you remembered your plan on a flash, giving your best to not smile in yeargness.

Kai started to glare at the door and straightened his back up "I have sure that it was talked that this day I had a break." He said in annoyance, still holding you close to him.

"I do know of that master, and excuse me for this. But it is something important that can't just be waited." He rolled his eyes at that before looking at you, mentally either cursing poor Nemoto or apologizing to you.

"Go." You smiled warmingly at him before pecking his lips "We can continue this later when you come back." You whispered lovingly at him and mentally yelped in glee at the half smile he gave to you in a minor of seconds before he returned to his serious expression, telling Nemoto to give him a minute.

"Luckily it won't take much time." He muttered while picking his white tie and putting around his neck "Don't mess neither burn the house down while I'm out."

You scoffed playfully while getting up to tie his tie for him, smirking at the serious look he gave to you but knowing how he secretly loved the action.

"Right mister future leader of the yakusa." He growled while rolling his eyes, getting out and grabbing his jacket.

"I will see you in some hours." He said, subsconciously waiting for the three words he never had courage to say to you but secretely craved to hear it.

"Right! Bye!" You waved cutely at him, giggling at his deadpan look and a hint of dissapointment of not hearing an 'I love you'.

Just when Kai got out he nodded at nemoto who greeted him. Sneakily you poked your head out and smiled wide at Nemoto.

"Thank you so much!"

"Is not a problem (Y/n) sama." He bowed a bit "Which hour we have to get back again if you dont mind me asking?"

"I will send you a message or Rappa. Think only you both can take care of distracting him enough?"

"Rappa is an expert. He just doesn't have to die. While I have my methods." He smirked before waving at you politely when he got called out again as you got out of your room with a determined look.

"Is now or never!" You said to yourself just when Kai left the house. Chuckling while making your way to start the whole thing you had planned ever since the start of this month.

"And here I thought that you were joking when you wanted everthing perfect." Kurono muttered while double checking for any dirty on the halls as you got a message for a friend of yours that the cake you ordered was coming and was just to pick outside.

"We're talking about Kai here." You giggled as Hari was quiet for a minute before nodding with a 'fair enough'.

"GeT thE FuCk OuT Of My WaY ClEaNInG ThE FlOOr Is-"

"STOP YELLING AND JUST CLEAN IRINAKA!" Hojo shouted after Joi as he dried the floor right before him.

"I have to admit that I am surprised to see that you got everyone on the Hassaikai to collaborate." Kurono muttered as you both got out and you thanked the delivery man while picking up the box with a huff before thanking Hari for offering to carry it instead.

"I talked with you and Pops first."

"... That explains a lot." He peeked inside the box and whistled "Kai is going to freak out on all of this. You know more than I do that he hates surprises."

"But this one is a good surprise!" You whined while opening the door "How could he hate it?"

"Because it involves his birthday (Y/n)." He said suddenly on a serious tone as be walked along sides you to place the neatly cherry and vanilla cake on the center of the table.

"You do know already he doesn't give a shit neither celebrate it. Heck, it took him even begging Pops once to not celebrate his birthday when he made 16."

"I know." You sighed and looked at the clock "But at least one good memory I want to give it to him when this day comes. Is not fair that on my birthday he buys almost a whole market and on his birthday he says something like 'I just was born'; 'Nothing special happened on this day' or the worst: 'Why celebrate something that is not valid?'" The white haired man couldn't help but chuckle at your imitation of Kai before apologizing at seing your serious face.

"Well, he is not much of someone who celebrate those things."

"He can't complaint it if it isn't something giant!" You exclaimed just when Pops entered and chuckled at your dramatic action.

"I am relieved that my boy got someone like you to take care of him like that (Y/n)." The elder chuckled while you put your arms down with a blush on your face as the asshole in your side snorted.

"So?" He looked around with a serene smile "This was the start of your present for Chisaki. There is more?"

"I actually have two presents for him." You smiled before looking at Kurono "Did you and irinaka were the only ones that got him something asides from me and Pops Kurono-kun?"

"Negative." The man took out one hand of his white hoddie and pointed with his thumb outside "All the eight precepts got him something asides from Rappa."

"Why I am not surprised at this?" You sighed and both men chuckled at your action before Pops grabbed gently on your shoulder.

"Come (Y/n). I want to show you something." You made a surprised sound before Kurono nodded and told you he was going to take care of things while Pops dragged you to his own office.

"Have to say (Y/n), you're a blessing on our lifes." The elder sighed as he made his way to his desk as you looked around in awe.

"Oh! Is nothing!" You smiled at the elder "Kai always say how he doesn't particularly care, but I cam see the bit of... happines when I at least wish him a happy birthday... I guess." You looked at the ground witha shy smile before jerking your head up at hearing the elder footsteps and standing right in front of you with a smile with a coal black box on his hands.

"Seems like you know more of my Chisaki than I do." He opened the box and you widened your eyes with a gasp at seing the jewelry inside.

It was a pair of pigments with the symbols of the ying and yang separated. Both shined at the light of the room and you looked up at Pops with confusion.

"This belonged to me and my wife a long time ago." He looked up at you with a smile "You remind me of her sometimes kid."

He picked up the ying symbol while leaving the box on a table as he put the necklace on you.

"Despite us being japanese. She loved the concept of it, and I bought it. I never actually came to talk about her to Chisaki so I would like this to remain as a secret between us." You nodded a bit hesitantly before he smirked at the sign of you with the neck lace as he grabbed the box.

"The ying yang means two halves which come together to complete wholeness, both the sides are dependent on each other. And as I can tell by looking at you and my... son, you both belong-" he grabbed the yang symbol and hold your necklace, with a 'click', the two pieces were stuck together.

"Together." He showed you before splitting them apart and bringing your hand to his older one to close around the other necklace "Give this to Kai, I have other present for him."

You couldn't even mutter one word of gratitude or any for that matter before your phone buzzed up and you excused yourself to answer it.

"Please tell us we can go back." The man spoked as he watched Rappa dodging another attack of Chisaki on a abandoned alley "The situation here is critic. What happened? Well.." Nemoto took his cellphone out of his ear to make Chisaki's companion to hear the whole mess.

"THEY WERENT EVEN DEALERS YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE CLEAN FREAK!"

"Have on your mind that your movements Rappa are EASY TO PREDICT" In one second the man was overhauled and Nemoto hissed at that before bringing his phone close again.

"Sure we can go? Right, thanks (Y/n) sama."

"What about (Y/n)?" Chisaki muttered darkly while sending a cold glare at Nemoto who flinched a bit.

"Fuck."

"SOMEONE HOLD THIS FUCKER!" Kurono shouted as Hojo and Setsuno had a firm grip on each of Tabe's arms while Irinaka on his tiny form gripped the man's hair, as Tabe himself said the word 'EAT' franquily while trying to reach at the table.

You and Pops had just gotten back and the elder scowled at the attitude of his workers, like they were some kids.

"Enough is enough!" The elder shouted and everyone grew quiet and lowered their heads "How many years any of you have now? 2 to five now?! Due to your current attitude and behaviour I wouldn't be surprised." The elder crossed his arms as everyone on the room looked down in ashame.

You furrowed your eyebrows a bit before an idea popped out. You eargly went to table full of goods and put a good amount to every precept of each of the things you had ordered except the cake.

"Here! You guys can have those while Kai is not back yet!" You offered each one their pieces and giggled when Tabe just swallowed the whole thing... plastic plate and all.

"You're too good for the mafia (Y/n)." Setsuno chuckled as Hojo nodded with a smirk.

"Right right, every one of you out before Chisaki appear eh?" Irinaka slapped his hands when he returned to his normal form as you gave him a quizzical look before he got down to whisper in your ear "I'm sure the boss won't have it many people here despite all that bullshit."

You pouted and still promised everyone that got out to give them a piece of the cake.

"So?" Kurono came by your side "When the man of the party is coming?"

"By any min-" you flinched as Kurono and mimic grabbed their guns when they heard the door being slammed as some shouts were heard.

"I SWEAR TO FUCKING ALL MIGHT HAVE A CHILL YOU FUCKING SOCIOPATH! YOU ALREADY KILLED ME ONCE TODAY!"

"Repeat a hero's name on my house again. Go on. I dare you." You gulped at hearing Kai's tone of voice, full of wrath and disgust as some parts of the wall were overhauled.

Rappa stormed in the room along with Nemoto as they closed the door with a sigh... not caring about the looks they were receiving.

"Package delivered. I want my fifth bucks." Kendo extended his muscular hand to Irinaka who grumbled a bit and handed him the money.

"Is he..?" Kurono pointed at the door as Nemoto glared at Rappa.

"Furious thanks to someone here who decided to comment on (Y/n) sama again."

"YOU WERE THE ONE WHO STARTED-"

"That's it." The elder commented harshly, again silencing the room "Both are dismissed for now, you guys can come back later if you want anything to eat."

"I would let Rappa to starve boss." Mimic commented as Kurono hummed in agreement, ignoring Rappa's swear words.

You tip toed out of the room the moment the two men left the door, leaving them discussing with each other as you searched for Chisaki.

"Kai?" You called out and the said man appeared with a tired and angry expression. You smiled in sympathy while tilting your head as he aproached you "Rough day?"

"Only a nickname compared to what I had to atture." He growled before slidding his gloved hands through his dark brow looks. "Where the hell is those two-"

"Wait wait wait!" You stepped on his front with your hands on his chest "Can I show you something first?" He arched his eyebrow at you, bit still sighed and with a motion of his hand told you to proceed.

"You have to close your eyes." He deadpanned at that before his face scrunched up in realization.

"I swear to god." He muttered with a hand pinching between his eyebrows.

"Please???"

"I lost count of how many times I told you to not do anything!" He spatted while looking at you with a bit of dissapointment and anger.

"Please my capoo?" You put on your puppy eyes and hold your hands together as he glared down at you.

"I despise you." He sighed before closing his eyes, growling when he heard your yelp of glee and sensing you getting behind him.

"Can I touch you?"

"Washed your hands?" He sighed a d cringed a bit when the soft skin of your hands and arms brushed over his shoulders and part of his face not covered with a mask. "If you run me into a wall I swear that I will consider on overhauling you."

"Sure sure!" You giggled and tip toed due to his height to keep your hands close to his eyes and opened with your foot the door before whispering a 'there' on his ear.

He opened his amber eyes and arched a eyebrow at seing the sweet in front of him before he looked at you in suspense and the whole room. "How many years do you think I have?" He asked nonchantly but you rolled your eyes at him.

"No one is 'old enough' to have a little celebration on your birthday!"

"Is a pointless-"

"Not for me." You said in a serious tone and he seemed surprised at that, but his face stayed monotonous "Kai I love you more than anything! Is not a pointless day if a bunch of people care for you." You pointed at a pile of boxes and he arched one eyebrow at that "Those were some gifts that the eight precepts brough."

"Out of order I suppose."

"Geez dude accept already." Kurono said with a smirk before elbowing Kai on the arm, Chisaki immediately screeching at the area with a glare at his childhood friend, muttering a 'dont touch me'. "(Y/n) had all this work for you man." Irinaka muttered while munching on a snack.

Kai's glare turned into a soft gaze as he looked at you. Hesitation still on him, he grabbed one bottle of sake close to him, inspected a bit before popping it out. Scoffing at the cheers that his old man, companions and partner did at catching that he had accept it.

"Is your favorite flavor of cake my capoo!" You pointed at the cake, not seing his fond smile due to his black mask before he punched Irinaka and kurono for laughing at the nickname you gave it to him as the Pops shook his head with a laugh. Kai was at least a bit eased back for real to yours surprise! You could notice that despite his monotonous face, a little bit of happiness was still on his golden eyes that you loved so much.

"So?" You chirped on his side as he poked his generous piece of cake, mask down to his chin only to eat "Whatcha think??"

He only arched one eyebrow at you before doing something you never expected. He poked your nose with the uttensile he was using, you gasped at the action with the residues of cake on your nose before he smirked devilish at you, throwing the utensils away and catching you off guard by handing you a handkerchief and kissing your temple while no one was looking.

"Not so pointless. Happy now brat?" He muttered before getting to grab another uttensiles as you tried to understand what had just happened.

Bonus!

"How thoughtful and cliche no less." He inspected the yang necklace, you were a bit insecure before smilling widely at seing him putting the necklace around his perfect neck.

"That's not the whole thing!" You chirped before jumping out of the bed and going to the bathroom. He arched one eyebrow before widening his eyes at the clothing you were using. Showing all the parts of your body he loved the most...

"Do what you must do my capoo~" you cooed before crawling your way to his lap "Your final gift my love".

"And the only one I wanted to unwrap." He growled before twirling both of you around so he could be on top "Finally my truly desert." He growled close to your ear before... you know. Long night for the both of you ;)

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Leon x Frey

The night air was cool against Leon's chest as he wandered through the deserted streets. No one was awake but him, and as he walked he could almost imagine he was in his own time, if not for everything being different.

Well, everything but the stars and moon. Those had stayed the same during all the years of his slumber, though few were visible due to the overcast skies.

Leon neared the castle and a stray thought of slipping into Frey's room crossed his mind. He figured it might fo her some good to be flustered and yell at him. Heat rose to his face and he fanned himself. No, he decided, if I slip into bed with her I might do something I'll regret. And so he continued on his way.

Or so was his plan.

A loud cry cut the air. Frey's cry. Leon's eyes widened. Any thought of his promise left his mind and he rushed into Frey's room.

The doors slammed against their hinges and Leon's eyes scanned the room. No one was there, not even Frey.

"Must be the foxes." Leon mumbled.

"Nope." Two voices came from behind him. "Not us."

Leon glanced at the foxes which plagued him and scowled, at least others can see Pico. They were quickly forgotten when another cry cut the air.

Now in the castle, Leon could tell it came from Venti's chamber. A frown crossed his bronzed features. His footsteps were light as he crept towards the source.

In the low lamplight of the room, a small figure sat hunched over. Tears poured from the girl's green eyes and pooled on the floor. Each one contained a fervent wish, a prayer so much like the one that had helped her defeat Ethelberd. But unfortunately, not even the entire town wishing together could do what she wanted. She did her best to keep her sobs quiet, but occasionally a sharp cry broke from her chapped lips. She had no idea how none of the butlers had heard her, why none of them had come to see what was wrong. Volkanon seemed to have a sixth and seventh sense for when she was in need, so it left her to wonder what the entire town thought of her.

She was the acting princess, an Earthmate, someone who could find a way to save Venti. But in the end, she failed. She failed and her best friend was dead because of it.

"Venti..." A strangled plea left her lips.

Leon's fan clattered to the floor, his ears flattened. Frey's next sob cut off and he thought she had heard him. As soon as it crossed his mind, the loudest outcry yet broke the silence. The sound rattled him. He scooped his fan off of the ground before padding over to Frey. He sat on the ground next to her, one leg stretched out with the other pulled close.

"Frey," he said. "Are you okay?" If she were crying for some other reason, he would tease her. Say something along the lines of I guess if other's opinions mean that much to you, I'll tell you exactly how I feel and then when her familar blush appears comment on how her hair should not be able to hold its shape, or say something about how the dirt refuses to yield to someone with such stringent bathing habits. But...this was about Venti.

The person, well dragon, who Leon gave his life for. The reason why Leon was sealed away in the tower for so many years. The god he worshipped, brought offerings to, and in whom he quickly found a friend.

"Yeah. I- I'm fine." Frey straightened and offered Leon a watery smile, tears still falling down her face.

He narrowed his eyes and flicked his tail. Leaning in, he put his face right in front of hers.

"What are you doing?" Frey asked, doing her best to keep her voice steady, doing her best to hold back the rest of her tears.

"They say if one looks into the eyes of another, they can see into their very soul. I assume that allows one to find out if one is lying or not."

"Leon, I'm fine," she said, turning away from him as she felt more tears begin to slip down her cheeks. "Go- go home. It's almost- it's almost midnight."

"Then why are you still awake?"

"I was...adventuring. My bag was full and I had something I really wanted to keep so I walked home." It wasn't a lie. She had been outside of town. She had been scouring the dungeons for the last three seasons, looking for anyway to bring back the dragon that had once sat on the dais in front of her.

What Frey would give to hear Venti complain about Volkanon, to hear her demand that Frey bring her pancakes for her birthday, to hear her tell Frey to dance and Frey would go along with it because it was fun and it made Venti laugh.

Still, the half-truth made her throat constrict. She hated lying to Leon, to the other townspeople, but it was necessary. If she didn't, then they'd worry. In her mind, if she made them worry, then she wouldn't be a very good princess. Venti was dying, she thought, but she hid it so no one would worry.

Leon watched as Frey seemed to fold in on herself, her momentary facade of strength crumbling. What was left was the tired shell of a Princess. A girl whose memories who were lost to the abyss of time. A girl who fell from the sky and into duty. Within a year she had done what the king's army could not, what Venti could not. She saved the Guardians and defeated the empire. There was glory with that, the king offered her a true noble position once Arthur had sent a report to the castle, the king even offered to have one of his sons marry her. But all the riches and proposals in the world couldn't bring back what Frey wanted.

Leon wrapped his hand in one of the long strands of mint green hair. He was half tempted to pull it, but instead he gave it a gentle tug. He wasn't trying to tease her or make her more upset, he wanted her to look at him. "Frey, look at me."

She shook her head. A long exaggerated sigh left Leon and he stood up.

"I guess I'm leaving." Without another word, he walked out the main door. As soon as he was gone, the crushing weight overwhelmed Frey again. She stared at the dais, at the place where her best friend used to sit. All of her emotions seemed to drain out of her body and heaviness settled in her legs. She lifted her chin and stared up into the sky.

"I want to fly with you again." Soft spoken words seemed louder as they echoed off of the stone walls. "I want to sit and talk. I want you to complain about the giant Wooly. I want to give you cookies on Valentine's day because everyone else still thinks you don't like the holiday. I want- I want you back!"

She knew it was selfish. Who was she to go against the natural order of the world? Everything has to die, even gods. She knew she should focus on taking care of the town. Venti wanted her to watch over the town, to make sure none of her hardwork over the centuries went to waste.

"Here." Leon draped a blanket over her shoulders. "Don't want you catching a cold. Be a shame if I couldn't tease my favorite target because you got the sniffles."

"I thought I- I told you to go home."

"Where do you think I got the blanket from?" Leon patted Frey's head. "Nearly woke Lin Fa up stealing it from Xiao Pai."

Frey stared up at him, with no energy to scold his behavior. Leon frowned and knelt down, placing a folded piece of fabric to the side.

"I heard what you said," Leon's eyes focused on Frey's. He stopped her with a hand as she tried to look away. "We all want her back, Frey. But, she's gone. There's nothing we can do to change that."

"There has to be some way. Something we haven't thought of yet. Something has to-" Her voice cut off as Leon wrapped his warm arms around her and pulled her to his chest.

"Listen to me. There's nothing we can do. She should have died ages ago, back during my lifetime. We broke the laws of nature and in the end, they righted our wrongs. We need to accept that."

"She can't be gone." Trembling, Frey's hands grabbed at the back of Leon's vest. Instead of the leather material, her gloved fingers caught some of his long silky hair. "She can't."

His ears flicked back but they quickly righted. "Frey, why are you up?"

"I- I told you."

"You never come in here. You haven't since she died. So why are you in here now?"

Frey pressed her forehead against his chest. She never responded to him, she didn't want to. She didn't want to admit that she, the happy-go-lucky princess almost never without a smile, would sit in this chamber and berate herself for letting Venti die almost nightly. One would think the habit would have dulled with the passage of time, but it was exactly the opposite. As days turned into weeks and into seasons, the guilt Frey felt only grew in size. If she had only gotten the spheres away from Ethelberd, if only she had convinced Forte to place guards around the spheres in the first place, Venti would be alive and happy.

Leon rubbed Frey's back through the material of her dress. He didn't know why Frey refused to answer him, but he knew he was getting tired. He could only imagine how tired Frey would be, she did more work than he did. All he did was some translation work for Arthur and the occasional adventure with Frey. Those had all but stopped. He missed it. He missed watching Frey's back, he missed helping her conquer foes.

"Come on, let's get you to bed before everyone thinks Dylas got turned back into a horse," he said.

"No, I'm fine."

Frey got no choice in the matter. Leon tightened his grip on her, grabbed the cloth he had sat aside earlier, and stood up.

"Leon!" Frey kicked her legs, but to no avail. He carried her into her room and placed her on her bed.

As Frey glared up at him, he fumbled her hair pieces. The moment he pulled them out, her hair fell down around her shoulders and pooled on the mattress. Rubbing her eyes, she looked up at Leon.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you get ready for bed," he said, lifting her tiara from her head. Frey's eyes widened and her mouth hung open. Leon chuckled. "I may be a tease, but I'm not a pervert." His smile faded. "You know you can tell me if something's wrong. If it's something serious, I won't tease you. I love you. Even if I can never marry you, I can't deny that." Every day I want to break my promise a little more, he thought.

"Leon, it's been a year. Exactly a year since I couldn't save her." Frey stared at her palms. Leon took her hands and slid the gloves off. He lifted one of her hands to his lips. Soft lips pressed against her knuckles and Leon's blue eyes flicked up to hers. Angered burned in them. Frey's shoulders fell as she mistook it as being directed towards her. Leon was angry with himself, how could he not realize she was hurting? How could he not realize something was wrong with her? Before she could say anything, Leon started undoing the fastenings on her dress.

"Leon!" Frey squeaked, smacking his hand away. Her tears and mourning were forgotten as Leon continued to untie laces and unfasten buttons. He cast her belt to the side, Frey prepared to kick him when he suddenly stood.

Without saying a word he moved to her closet and pulled out her blue nightgown. He handed it to her before disappearing into one of her adjoining room.

Frey half expected him to come in when she wasn't fully dressed, but surprisingly the cunning, sly, fox-eared Leon could be a gentleman. Actually, what surprised her more was when Leon reentered her bedroom wearing his robe. There was no sign of the clothes he was wearing earlier.

"Move over," he said, climbing into her bed. "This is a twin bed, so try not to push me off." This time when arms wrapped around someone, it was Frey doing the wrapping. Her grip was strong despite her lithe frame. So much power resided in her body, both in terms of physical strength and in magical prowess.

Frey's eyes drifted close. Moments before she fell asleep, Leon's chest rumbled.

"Find me."

"Hm?" Frey looked up at him with eyes nearly shut.

"I don't care what you need, if you need something find me. I'm just as much at fault for this as you are. I could have offered more power. So if you need someone to go outside of town with, find me. And remember, I am your lover. If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, I'll be more than willing to find Margaret." He laughed. "All joking aside, I love you. I want you to be happy. So, are you doing anything tomorrow?"

"Why?"

"We haven't went on a date in forever. I'll meet you outside at the usual time. As for now, come here." Leon pulled Frey closer, tucking her to his chest. "Bad night, sleep loose, let the bed bugs bite."

Despite his words, Frey's chapped lips stretched into their first real smile of the night. "I love you." She snaked one of her hands up to his hand and scratched his ear. It flicked and she managed a soft laugh.

Leon kissed her head. "And I'll love you until the moon stops it's journey."

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This is my first thing I'm actually writing on here. I wanted to write something with Frey being upset after Venti dies and her being comforted by Leon.

If you guys like this, I'll be happy to do some with the other bachelors.

#rf4 frey #rf4 leon #rune factory 4 #ventuswill #oneshot #one shot #leon

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