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theravencawsatmidnight · 4 years

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On the Prowl... Pt Four

A fantasy AU

NSFW!!!!!

Warnings: breeding kink.

A/N.Phew this was fun to write up. Thank you for reading. I hope ya’ll are ready for whats to come. All parts can be found under the Ontheprowl tag!

Bakugo was walking back to the den with you over his shoulder ocsssionally nipping at youre thigh with a smile on his face. You kept having fashbacks to the events that had happened. Each step Bakugo took and each nip made youre vision split for a second . You were positive you could still hear Chizome’s words in youre head.

“Im so lucky i get to breed you first...”

Bakugo nipped you again and it brought you back to youre shaking state. You saw Shoto and Chizomes paws following behind Bakugo . Their steps heavy and scary . Glancing up you saw both of them staring at you . Shoto looked like his normal reserved self and not that feral mess you saw before. Chizome was licking the air as if he could taste you. You had to think of something. There had to be a reason the pregnancies were failing. If you could figure it out and convince them then -“ you were dropped on the ground.

Quickly you sat on youre knees covering whatever you could . Shinso was looking down at you , he was sitting on a rock by the fire giving you an unimpressed look. A smile creeped up his fuzzy face.

“Welcome back~” he teased grinning. “So what happened. “

“Chizome almost bred her. Bakugo wants to mark her. But thats it.” Shoto said sitting by the fire.

Chizome leaned down licking youre face before walking away into the jungle .” Mmm , im going to hunt”

“Bakugo. You cant mark this one.” Shinso said

“Hahh?!?? And why not? Whats so special about this one?!?” Bakugo said sitting down by the fire .

Shinso ignored the angry lion and looked back down at you . “Shes so dirty, want a bath incubator?”

You said nothing.

“Im not asking again” his tail swayed in annoyance.

“...ok...”

Shinso got up picking you up in his arms . He nodded back at Shoto who yawned looking up at the rising sun. Bakugo had gotten up to dig threw some bones to chew.

You were trembling in Shinso’s arms . Hiding youre face in his fuzzy chest trying to image you were anywhere else. Even camp. You wanted to be back at camp.

Shinso put you in a lake gently and sat next to you, he cupped some water dumping it on youre head making you scream and cower. You splashed him and Shinso blinked , his tail swayed as he pawed his face. Shinso put his wet paw on youre bloody knee . It made you wince in pain .

Shinso rubbed the back of his neck watching you sink into the water so his other paw left youre knee. “Cmon im being gentle arent i? I promise i wont bite” he smiled, his fangs glowing in the rising sunshine.

You were still trembling . The water around you bouncing lightly . Youre voice was shaky when you finally spoke. “Youre not real..”

“Still on that? Arent you a researcher?” He leaned down purring in youre ear. “This is all very real.”

You jumped scooting away and Shinso smiled laying his tail down in front of you. He swayed it lightly on the water. You splashed water on youre face trying to ignore it. Slowly you turned away to wash up youre cuts and get rid of the blood. Shinso watched you try to get youre back and put his wet paw on it.

“Stop!!!” You turned covering youre chest seeing his happy face.

“You cant reach so i was helping.” He laid his tail on youre head

You shook it off sinking down into the lake untill just youre head was visible. “Why..”

“Hm?”

“You do not seem like them...”

“Would you prefer me having my way with you? Holding you down like a paperweight and violating you. ?”

“No.. please dont”

“This may shock you but “ he laid his tail on youre head again ”im actually nice”

You looked up at the wet tail. It was a dark purple and dripping water. Youre eyes traveled to him looking at his smug face.

“Kittens would be amazing in all honesty. But im not going to get them here. Not compatible.”

“.. compatible?” Very slowly youre hands rose out of the water to touch Shinso’s tail.

“Nope. The woman here are not healthy. They cant carry our kittens or pups”

“If you know this then why dont you stop them!?” You stood up covering youre chest.

“I cant convince them to leave. Only .. well. Heh thats not important” he smiled up at youre bruised body eyeing youre stomach. “You are not from here though. And you smell different.. nice even.”

You sat back down in the water with youre back to him. You were blushing , you felt it . What the hell? His tail floated over to youre front and you grabbed it squeezing it.

“Kinky.” He teased getting closer to you. Touching youre back again purring lightly.

You squeezed the tail again turning around to see him in the water with you. He flashed a smile at you holding his arm out. Something about him was.. different. He wanted kittens but he was not forcing you in anyway. He did not treat you like an incubator.

“Why.. why are you different? My notes say you travel alone usually . Youre not like them”

He smiled purring as he leaned over to pick you up and set you on his lap. His voice was calm and low. “Because making love feels nicer than forcing you .” He lifted you up and guided you down onto his heat sending you into a euphoric dizzy state.

“ wai- mmff...!!!!” It was hot... so hot... you stretched around him taking him all in. He sat you back down on his lap moving his paws to youre hips holding you in place.

Youre head was spinning. The size of him , the heat filling up inside you. The rush that went to youre head. How did you get here? Not even 6 hours ago you were saying these things werent real. And here you were now . Riding one as best you could. Youre breast bounced with each thrust up into you. Every grunt Shinso made rang in youre ears . You looked down at him to see his fangy smile.

While Shinso was thrusting up into you some thoughts crossed youre mind. You were a researcher , thats all. You were not suppose to do these kinds of things . Just a researcher from the city looking for her big break , the next big discovery . It would bring you millions, funding , equipment. Instead you got youreself into a mess of trouble thanks to youre ignorant selfish actions . Instead you were riding this beastmen , this panther. He filled every inch of you . You couldint go back to regular men now , something in youre mind . Clicked

You felt something. And it wasint just Shinso pulling you down to lick and kiss at youre swollen nipples. You felt something in youre mind , kittens. Kittens!!! Little kittens running around. Was he doing this? No . Magic does not exist... then .. how ? How was this making you so excited ?

Shinso licked from youre nipple to youre chest all the way up to youre face leaving a thick line of saliva on you. You managed to rub youre eyes so you could see clearly and you looked down at him. Youre breath heavy and youre pony tail long gone. Youre hair was everywhere and you did not care. He dug his claws into youre thighs grinning up at you with a smug face.

You tried to form words but youre tongue felt dry , like you didint have one anymore. Shinso slowed down to cup youre face. He spoke slowly.

“Yes ? Something on youre mind? Wondering how you got here?”

“I—“

“Well thats an easy one. You want to be bred. I just did it in a non violent way. What are you thinking about hm?” He slowed to a complete stop.

“Kkkk..kiii. Dont..-“

“Kittens? Dont stop? You want to be bred that bad? You want to be filled up with my seed so bad you cant even form words.”

“I—...” you bucked youre hips but Shinso held you in place tight.

You whined trying to get any kind of friction. Shinso just grinned up at you in total bliss. Youre insides were on fire and you were so close.. so close to youre release . It was building with each thrust and the moment Shinso stopped you felt it subside making you whine very loud.

“Oh?” He thrusted up once making you whine again. Please. Just a couple more. Thats all you needed. You wanted to feel it wash over you , youre body was shaking for it, for him.

Shinso placed a large paw on youre back with his claws out. He ran his paw down youre back and at the same exact moment he started to thrust again fast. Youre head fell back and you screamed in a mix of agony and relief. It was the strongest climax you ever felt . Youre whole body shudder in reactionand you fell onto Shinso’s chest half dazed. He dipped his arms in the lake before wrapping them around youre bloody back. You didint even care if it stung, or the fact that he marked you. He was going to give you kittens. Thats all you wanted.

Shinso started up again and it did not take long for him to release inside you. Youre eyes got very wide and you felt youre midsection swell up . Youre insides were full to the prim and Shinso was not pulling out anytime soon. He roared and it quickly turned into a yawn. He pet youre head and you nuzzled into his chest almost giggling. You were a giggling dizzy blissfull mess and thats just what he wanted.

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xsixxx · 5 years

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Bad Influence, Chapter Seven

Authors Note: Sorry I’m so bad at trying to get these out quickly, I’m working on it, I swear! This is a pretty long one for me & it’s deep so sorry if it’s a little bit boring! Once again, I’ve finished this at 5am so if there are mistakes/it’s incoherent I’m sorry, I’ll proof read it when I wake up 😂 Feedback always welcome!

Warnings: Language, super duper angsty, bit of childhood trauma, Beth & Nikki up to their usual shit

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(There’s like no appropriate gif for this I swear so just enjoy one of Nikki looking cute)

(P.s as much as I love Douglas Booth & I will use The Dirt gifs, I fully picture actual Nikki when I write this, just for a little context 👏🏼)

*Nikkis POV*

“So what do you say?”

Beth looked hesisitant, but she couldn’t hide the excitement that danced in her eyes as my question lingered in the fraction of a space between our lips. I couldn’t stop the smirk from creeping across my face as I sensed her self control slip for just a moment, her eyes darting to my lips. I could see her wrestling with that darker side of herself that wanted to give in & surrender herself to me

She bit her lip in a poor attempt at self-discipline & her doey brown eyes fixed back on mine with a look of delicious purity that made my leather pants a little tighter.

Fuck, I wanted to kiss her so badly.

But I wouldn’t give in, that was the point. It had to be all her.

Beth knew I was bad for her. As she stood there in front of me, I could tell that every logical part of her brain was screaming at her to walk away, to slap me, to yell at me, to do something to keep me away. She knew I was a bad guy, she’d witnessed it firsthand when I fucked that delectably naive little sister of hers & yet, here she stood, visibly battling with her temptation, a breath away from relinquishing her self control & throwing herself at me. She wanted to do something bad for the first time in her life, just to see how good it felt. And damn, I’d make her feel good.

I wanted to prove that I was right, all those many months ago when I first laid eyes upon her elitist, yet enticing self in that diner; that even good, smart girls like Beth could fall from Grace if they were tempted with the right promises. And she was so close to falling, balancing so delicately on the edge I’d lead her up to. But I wasn’t going to push her, I wanted to watch her jump.

But she took a step back; both from the edge & from me. A dark, confident smirk, not too dissimilar from my own, spread across her dainty features, as she found her self-control firmly back in her grasp. She ran her tongue over her lower lip before pulling it back in between her teeth & biting down on it, knowing full well how good she looked doing it & her voice when she spoke was calm & sultry, velvety smooth with a slight edge. In that moment, she had emulated everything that she hated about me & I couldn’t help but smile.

“I say thank you, but no.” She smirked, raidiating arrogance. “I know what you’re trying to do Nikki.”

“And what is it I’m trying to do, little Angel?” I asked, feigning innocence as best I could.

“I know you’re being the devil on my shoulder, trying to tempt me. And damn, your promises make me wanna sin Nikki,” she paused as she took a second to look me up & down, a gleam of desire in those eyes, “Fuck, they really do.” She confessed. “But I’m sorry, I’m just not one of those girls.”

I let a low chuckle. “Beth, I just watched you cum in the bathroom of your work whilst being fucked by the lead singer of my band not 10 minutes ago.”

She scowled at me, her eyebrows furrowed together in annoyance. “I can have casual sex without being one of those girls,” she nodded behind me & I turned to see a a couple of giggling girls at the bar, sipping drinks & trying to catch my attention, flashing flirty smiles my way as they caught me eye. I’d definitely fucked the one. Maybe both. I couldn’t quite recall. “I’m allowed to enjoy sex Nikki, just because it’s with Vince doesn’t make me a groupie. I’m not sleeping with him because he’s in your precious band, I’m sleeping with him because it’s fun & a girl has needs.” She shrugged, defensively.

“So how come you won’t let me satisfy those needs for you, if it doesn’t mean anything?” I grinned.

“Because Sixx, you’re not a good guy & nothing with you could ever just be simple. Look at how you hurt my sister, for Christ sake.” Beth sighed, completely in control once again, shutting off to my deviant corruption. “You’re trying to play a game with me that I’m just not interested in playing, ok?”

“You’re only not interested in my game because you’re shutting yourself off from the side of you that would enjoy playing with me.” I pushed, flashing her a wicked smile, hoping I could pull her back into our little sexually charged exchange, but I could sense from the look that she gave me that the moment was over.

Beth sighed deeply, a look of exhaustion & confliction mixed into her delicate features. Her eyes, full of pain I didn’t understand, met mine one last time before she turned away.

“Goodnight Sixx.”

*Beths POV*

I knocked on the large oak front door & tapped my foot nervously as I waited for an answer, a large sponge cake balanced on top of 2 boxes, wrapped in bright blue wrapping paper that had “happy birthday!” garishly printed all over it.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw my little sisters face emerge from behind the door. Between me moving out & Maddie starting college, we hardly saw anything of each other & I’d missed her more than I’d realised. A wide grin spread across her face as she flung out her arms & ran to me, throwing them around my neck as she hugged me tightly, causing the precariously balanced cake to wobble dangerously.

“Watch it!” I chuckled, pulling away from her grip to catch the cake before it fell. I looked at Maddie, her eyes bright & brimming with tears. “Are you crying?!” I exclaimed.

“I’ve just really fucking missed you Beth!” She laughed, wiping the tears away.

“Madeline, language.” Came the gruff, sharp voice of my father who appeared in the doorway.

“Happy birthday Daddy!” I grinned at the sight of him & walked through the door & putting down the boxes to give him a hug. He pulled me in warmly & I suddenly felt like a kid again, wrapped up safely in the arms of my father & my nerves melted away. He stepped back & looked me up & down, frowning slightly. I blushed, pulling at the hem of my tshirt, my nerves flaring up once again. I’d dressed as conservatively as possible, knowing dad would have something to say if he caught on to my current lifestyle of rockstars, whiskey & the occasional line of cocaine.

“What?” I asked, flustered.

My dad shook his head, his frown disappearing & replaced with a friendly, but cautious smile. “Nothing, nothing. I just thought something just seemed a little different about you, but its nothing.” He finished, sounding unsure before gesturing for us to move into the living room.

I sat down awkwardly on the same beat up sofa that me & Maddie used to build forts on when we were kids & looked around the room. My eyes scanned all the knick knacks & framed photographs that I’d seen a million times over the years & yet, the time away made it feel like I was seeing them through the eyes of an outsider, taking in every detail for the first time. The fireplace was littered with old photos of us as kids, at the beach or playing in the backyard; the faded smiles of a happy childhood. Dust was gathering on the out dated ornaments that were scattered on the various cabinets and coffee tables around the room & the floral wallpaper was looking washed out & old. I glanced across at the table that sat next to me & saw a familiar, heart-wrenching smile that immediately gave me a lump in my throat, too big to swallow.

My mothers kind eyes looked up at me from the ornate framed picture whilst my own instinctively filled with tears. I picked up the photo & gently rubbed my thumb over her face, only wishing I could feel her skin underneath my touch, rather than the cold glass, reminding me that I never would again. I blinked away the tears as I returned the photo back to its prized place on the table, looking back around the living room in search of a distraction. The decor hadn’t changed once in the 10 years since my mom died, almost as if my father was trying to honour her memory by keeping her furniture & trinkets in the same place she had once carefully picked for them. He was treasuring her belongings as she once had, rather than letting them, & her, go.

He tried to do something similar with me & Mads, I thought to myself.

“How’re you doing Daddy?” I asked, suddenly painfully aware of my father now living alone in this unintentional shrine of a house.

“Oh you know, its quiet since you pair left, but I’m coping.” He said, giving us a forced smile. “What about you, are you still working in that hellish bar?”

I rolled my eyes at his judgement & disapproval, it never took long. “Yes Daddy, it pays the rent, remember?”

“I know, I know, I just hate the thought of you working in that sort of environment, surrounded by those kinds of people.” He huffed, shaking his head at the idea of me in the exact situation I was currently in. But I was the sensible one, there’s no way in his worst, most invasive thought, my dad could imagine me heading down the path I was currently on. Hell, I couldn’t believe it sometimes.

But I was still in control & that was the important thing. I knew my limits. No more than a couple of drinks & no getting drunk. No more than a couple of lines of coke & definitely nothing harder than that. No letting the party interfere with my studies or my work. And, my most important rule, no matter how tempted I might be or no matter how fun he might seem, absolutely no Nikki Sixx.

“Dad, I promise, I’m always careful & besides, it’s not as bad as you think.” I shrugged, attempting to downplay his concern. “Anyway,” I said standing up & retrieving his presents & cake from the hall, “let’s stop focusing on me, open up, birthday boy!”

Later

Me & Maddie stood around the block from our childhood home, well out of sight of our fathers overbearing eyes, as we both took a break from his constant paranoid questions about our lives away from home & took long, well-needed drags on our cigarettes. We’d bought ourselves 10 minutes, under the guise that we were walking to the convenience store for some milk, which bought us enough time to burn down our cigarettes & cover the smell by dousing ourselves in cheap but powerful body spray.

“I still can’t believe you’re smoking!” Maddie giggled. “It’s like watching a nun flashing or something!”

I choked slightly as I exhaled, the laugh catching in my throat as her comparison took me by surprise. “Gee, thanks!” I chuckled sarcastically.

“You know what I mean! It’s just you, my smart, goody-two-shoes big sister, is breaking one of Daddy’s golden rules, it bizarre.”

I scoffed at her. “I’m not that bad. I’m not as clean cut as everyone thinks I am.”

“Yeah right! Don’t you remember that night a couple years back when we went to see Mötley Crüe & you saw me smoking for the first time & went crazy at me?” Maddie cackled at the memory. “Oh god & then how you reacted when I went over to speak to them in that diner? You nearly had a heart attack! Fuck, I can’t believe how fast that time has gone!” She sighed contently, breathing out smoke into the brisk evening air. “Do you still see them occasionally at work?”

I took a long drag on my cigerette, drawing it out purposely as I tried to think of a way to answer. I hadn’t told Mads about my partying, or my 6 month on/off fling with Vince or even the fact that I hung around with Mötley at all. I told myself it was partly because I barely saw her & I hadn’t had chance & partly because I didn’t want to upset her, thinking that she’d feel betrayed by her sister socialising with the guy that screwed her over & embarrassed her in front of his band mates. But, if I was being honest with myself, it was more to do with the fact that I wanted to keep this part of my life separate from my messy homelife.

I settled on a simple, vague answer. “Every now & then, they play shows sometimes & say hi.” I shrugged, avoiding eye contact as I brought my cigerette back up to my lips.

“They talk to you?” Maddie quizzed, her eyes bulging with intrigue. “What do they say? Do you speak to Nikki?!”

Fuck, why did I say that last bit?!

I mentally cursed myself for not being vague enough as I searched for a response that could end the conversation. “Erm, they don’t really say much, just a polite hi & bye sort of thing. I haven’t spoke to Nikki though & I wouldn’t want to either, not after everything.” I babbled, flushing red as I attempted to lie, praying that Maddie wouldn’t probe anymore.

“Oh ok..” She sounded almost disappointed. But her eyes caught sight of my burning face. “Why are you blushing? What are you not telling me?!”

“N-nothing.” I stammered, smiling weakly, knowing just how bad I was at lying.

“Oh my god, you’re fucking him, aren’t you?!” Maddie yelled, a mixture of shock & annoyance in her voice. I blushed harder.

Fuck. She knew me too well. “What are you talking about?!”

“You! You’re sleeping with Nikki fucking Sixx, aren’t you?!”

I almost laughed out loud as relief & amusement fell over me like a comforting blanket, the prickling hot panic dying down as I realised sleeping with Vince wouldn’t be half as shocking to Maddie if she already thought I was having sex with that egotistical jackass.

“Oh god no! Maddie, I would never sleep with Nikki!” I laughed. Her face softened as she heard the sincerity in my voice, knowing I could never lie that convincingly.

“So what’s going on?!” She demanded.

“Oh, well um..” I stammered once again, suddenly nervous & awkward to admit the truth to her. “Me & Soph yanno, we hang out with them every now & then. Sophia has slept with Tommy a few times, but nothing major.”

Maddie looked suspicious & concerned. “Just be careful Beth, they’re not good guys, you & I both know this.”

“They’re not all bad. I mean, they’ve got a bad reputation but they’re not really bad guys-”

She cut me off, angrily. “Are you seriously defending them? After what Nikki did to me?!”

“No, of course not- I mean Nikki is, well yanno, he’s Nikki, he’s not the best.. But the rest of them, they’re nice guys- Vince is..” I stumbled, desperately wishing I could just go back 5 minutes & answer Maddies original question with a simple ‘no, I never see Mötley Crüe at work’.

“Oh, so it’s Vince that you’re fucking?!” She asked, cuttingly, raising her perfectly arched eyebrow judgingly.

“Yes” I answered instinctively, before realising. “No. Well, I mean- I have, but that’s got nothing to do with it!” I shouted, flustered & suddenly angry. “What are you getting so annoyed at me for?!” I deflected.

“Why?! Because you’re hanging out with the guys that humiliated me & you’re clearly acting like it never happened!”

“That’s not true! And it wasn’t the guys that humiliated you, it was Nikki & I can’t stand the guy! I even said to him the other night about how much he hurt you-“ But Maddie cut me off once again, shooting me a filthy look.

“How dare you?! How dare you speak to him about how he made me feel!” She began screaming. “That asshole doesn’t deserve to know that he took up one single second of my headspace after I stormed out of that gig, let alone know that he hurt me! I cannot believe that you would share something like that with him, you had no fucking right Beth.” She flicked her cigerette angrily on the floor as she turned & marched in the direction of home.

“Mads, come on, wait up!” I shouted as I ran after her.

“You keep my fucking name out of your goddamn mouth when you’re around that band, do you hear me, you fucking groupie?!” She hissed as she stomped away.

I stood still, shocked, wounded by her words. She’d never spoken to me like that before. I slowed my pace, not bothering to try & catch up as I followed her back home.

•••

I heard shouting as I walked up to the slightly ajar front door. My dads deep, sharp voice cutting though Maddies angry, whiny one.

“You’re in my house, you follow my rules, you know this by now!” He bellowed.

“I don’t live at home anymore, I’m 20 for Christ sake Dad, when are you going to loosen the fucking reigns?!” I winced at the sound of Maddie swearing at our father, knowing he would not take kindly to it.

“You do not speak to me like that, young lady! I am your father, you show me some respect!” He roared, angrier than I’d ever heard him.

I timidly walked through the door, hoping to calm the situation, whatever it was.

“Well you best start screaming at Elizabeth too, because she was doing it as well!” Maddie yelled, pointing at me as I pushed the front door to behind me, hoping to keep from peaking the neighbours interest.

My father let out a short, sharp laugh. “That’s typical of you Madeline, trying to shift the blame on to your sister. She’s the responsible one, you really expect me to believe she was smoking too?!”

Shit. We forgot to cover our tracks.

“You’re fucking kidding me with this Miss Perfect shit, right?” Maddie said, laughing without amusement. “Do you know what your precious daughter has been up to recently?!” I held my breathe, my eyes pleading with her to stop. Through all of our sisterly fights, through our our difficult teenage years, we’d never once had a real fight & we’d never once turned on each other.

“She’s been smoking, drinking, fucking a rock band & no doubt doing their drugs too!” Maddie spat smugly, turning to smirk at me with eyes full of anger.

I felt a rage burn inside me as my father gave me a look of disbelief, which soon changed to disappointment & then pure anger. Maddies disloyalty & smug face pushed me over the edge & I snapped. “Well you’d fucking know!” I shot back snidely. “You fucked one of them first. That probably explains how you know they’re quite fond of sharing their drugs, huh Mads?”

“Enough!” My father thundered. “Drugs?! Did you lean nothing from your mothers death?! How could you be so goddamn irresponsible, knowing what you know?! Have I taught you nothing?!”

My fury had been released & there was no keeping it in now. I glared at my dad, my anger spilling over in his direction. “Maybe if you hadn’t spent 10 years treating us like prisoners, never letting us out, never letting us experience anything, we wouldn’t be so desperate to try & figure the world out for ourselves the second we left your damn tyranny.”

My father looked taken aback, hurt. I felt regret almost instantaneously.

“You know that everything I did was to protect you.”

“Yes dad, we know, but you can’t protect us from real life.” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. I didn’t mean to say it, but it was out there now, the truth I’d always felt but refused to acknowledge. It was out & I couldn’t take it back.

His face hardened, like I’d never seen before & it struck fear into my soul.

“If you want real life experiences, go & have them, but know that whilst you act this way, whilst you blatantly disrespect my wishes & insult your mothers memory, you are no daughters of mine.” He said, coldly. “Now get out, both of you.”

Later

I slammed the door to our one bed apartment shut behind me, relieved to be back in my own home though m still shaking with unspent emotion.

I headed towards the room I shared with Sophia, praying she was out so I didn’t have to deal with her questions & I could just climb into bed & sleep off the negativity of this whole day.

As my hand reached for the door handle of the closed bedroom door, I heard the unmistakable sounds of Sophia & Tommy, going at it &, knowing them, it wasn’t going to be a quick thing either. I groaned out loud, hoping they’d hear my annoyance, before I turned & headed back towards the living room. Flopping down on the sofa, I spotted one of my psych books lying on the coffee table with a hot pink sticky note attached to it:

The theory of human motivation, get to it babe, it’s due Monday. - S ♡

“Fuck.” I whispered, realising it was now 10pm on Sunday & I hadn’t even started.

“Could this day get any fucking worse?” I complained aloud to myself as I picked up the textbook & note pad Soph had thoughtfully left beside it.

“What an apt moment to make my entrance.” Nikki chuckled darkly, causing me to jump a mile & let out a girlish squeal, as he emerged from the kitchen.

“You fucking idiot, Sixx!” I screamed, throwing a pillow in his direction, ducking just in time for it to miss his amused expression. “You scared the shit outta me, dick!” I panted, holding my heart. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“Well, apparently Tommy needed to pick something up from Sophia, so I came here with him & he went into the bedroom to get it. That was half an hour ago & he’s yet to come back out, so I made myself at home.” He smiled, taking a bite out of the sandwich I hadn’t noticed him holding. “You only had wholemeal bread though.” He said, pulling a face of disgust between bites.

I scowled at him, shaking my head, not having the energy to rise to his bait tonight. He was obviously disappointed.

“What’s wrong Princess?” He smirked, “Still not ready to play with me?”

“Nikki, please. It’s been a hard day & I’ve got a paper to write by 9am tomorrow morning. Just please, please not tonight, I can’t deal with your games right now.” I pleaded, feeling the tears involuntarily fill my eyes as the true level of my metal & physical exhaustion hit me like a train. I wiped them away quickly, praying Nikki hadn’t noticed.

“Are- Um, are you, yanno, ok?” He mumbled awkwardly, moving towards the sofa, trying to judge whether or not it was safe to sit down next to me.

“I’m fine,” I sniffed, turning my face away from him as he made the decision to sit. “I’ve got a lot of work to do, if you wouldn’t mind.” I said, trying to make my voice sound strong & sure, not ready to show weakness in front of the man that I knew was capable of manipulating it if he felt like it.

“Do y- Ahem” he coughed awkwardly, pretending to clear his throat, “do you wanna talk about it?”

I let out a small, weak laugh, bringing my eyes back to meet his. He looked uncomfortable, fidgeting as he attempted to offer me some level of comfort. I couldn’t help but smile at his effort, no matter what his intentions behind it were. “No Sixx, I really don’t. But, um, thanks.”

He nodded, visibly uncomfortable. “So, uh, what’s your paper about?” He asked, obviously trying to change the subject.

“The theory of human motivation.”

“Ah ok, so like what drives people?” Nikki inquired thoughtfully, perking up a little.

“Sort of.. Well, have you ever heard of Maslows hierarchy of needs?” Nikki shook his head but looked intrigued, so I continued. “So, according to this psychologist, there are 5 levels of human needs & you have to attend to the lower levels before you can satisfy the levels higher up. So, for example, level 1 is your basic needs, food, water etc. You need those in order to attend to level 2, which is security, safety. It continues up to love & relationships, then self esteem & then self actualisation, achieving ones dreams essentially. That’s the top tier, the end goal.”

“Ok yeah, I get it. I’m down for the first level, I mean obviously I gotta survive, but I don’t need security or love or that shit to achieve my goal.” Nikki laughed. “I think this Maslow guy needs to met someone like me. Growing up without love & stability only made me more determined.”

“Well yeah, it made you more determined because you’re unknowingly seeking that love & security through your music & your band. You’re hoping your career will provide you with the security you never had & that your fans will provide you with the love. Every human falls into the model, one way or another.” I shrugged, smirking at his dumbfounded expression.

“Ok little miss psychologist, being as you clearly know me so well, analyse me.” Nikki sniggered.

I shook my head, “it doesn’t work like that. But,” I continued as inspiration struck me, “I could use you as the subject for my paper, I think you’d make an interesting case, with your inflated sense of ego & all.”

Nikki flashed his usual, arrogant smirk. “Well, doesnt sound like Tommy is gonna be done any time soon. Ok, you’ve got yourself a test subject, Princess.” He winked.

“Ok, lets do this properly. No messing around, I need to you answer my questions as best you can Sixx, promise?” I raised my eyebrows at his wide grin.

“I promise I’ll try.” He responded, raising his hand mockingly.

I grabbed my notepad & pen & began scribbling down some notes to start me off.

After a couple of minutes of writing, I looked up. Nikki was sat patiently, lighting a cigerette & gazing off to the side, lost in thought. The sight of him sent my stomach into freefall as I took that moment to appreciate his features, his strong jawline & thoughtful eyes. He caught me staring & his eyes shone with mischief as he grinned once again, shattering my vision of this deep, soulful artist. I laughed at my own foolish thought that Nikki Sixx was anything more than he appeared to be at face value. He proved that with his answer to my first question.

“Ok, So Nikki Sixx, tell me what it is that you do.”

“What do I do?” He asked, that roguish gleam in his eyes twinkling as gave me that troublesome smirk once again. “Oh, I do bad things.” He answered.

“Yeah, this was a bad idea.” I snapped, slamming my notepad shut with exasperation. “I should’ve figured you weren’t capable of taking anything seriously.”

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry, I’ll be sensible.” He laughed. “I am the creator & bassist of a rock band called Mötley Crüe.”

I gave him a stern, warning look before continuing. “And tell me, what lead you to peruse a career in music?”

“Music was the one constant thing throughout my childhood & teenage years. It cut through the boredom & the bullshit in my life. It inspired me.” He said simply, but passionately. I brought my eyes up from the notepad to look at him, his eyes truly thoughtful this time as I imagined him reminiscing about the first album he’d ever bought or the first time he held a bass. Whatever he was remembering, it tugged at the corners of his lips as a genuine smile appeared on his face, taking the place of his usual smirk. I couldn’t help but smile along with him, taking in his beauty & serenity in that moment.

“So, ahem”, I coughed, bringing myself back to reality, “What was music an escape from? What lead you to feel so passionately about it?”

“I had a shitty upbringing.” He said bluntly. “My dad split when I was 3 & it was obvious that I was just a burden to my mom. Whenever I got in the way of her lifestyle, she’d ship me off to my grandparents who constantly moved around. And when she did want me, I was just a punching bag for her asshole boyfriends.”

“Nikki, I’m sorry, I had no idea..” I trailed off.

“It’s fine Princess, it is what it is.” He shrugged, but I sensed he wasn’t as ok with it as he was making out. “So when I found music, it was suddenly like ‘this is it, this is what I’ve been looking for’, it just made sense to me & I’ve been infatuated ever since.”

“Sixx, look, we don’t have to do this, I didn’t realise that this went as deep as it does, I don’t wanna intrude..”

“It’s ok. It must be hard to imagine broken families when you’re not from one.” Nikki responded a little sharply, his presumption catching me off guard.

“Excuse me?”

“No, I just meant that when you have a stable family, it must be hard to imagine that some parents don’t love or want their kids, yanno?”

I laughed humourlessly at his false premise. “Trust me, there is nothing stable about my family.”

“Oh come on Beth. You’re telling me that you, the well educated Daddy’s girl from the good neighbourhood, had a rough childhood, really?” Nikki scoffed, rolling his eyes.

I snapped, growing tiresome of his stereotypical opinion of me. “You don’t know the first thing about me Sixx, stop pretending that you do.”

“Kind I’d like how you didn’t know the first thing about me until 5 minutes ago? Yet, you’ve always made your judgements on my attitude & my lifestyle. I’m just returning the favour doll.” He replied, raising his eyebrow pointedly.

I sighed, resigning to his annoyingly accurate point. “Ok fine. Not that I owe you any explanation,” I started, looking anywhere in the room but at those piercing eyes that were focused so intently on me. “My mom OD’d when I was 13. She was prescribed painkillers after a car accident & she just never came off them.”

“Fuck.” Nikki whispered. “Doll, I’m sorry.”

I shook my head as I felt the tears prick in my eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that day. “Our dad wrapped me & Maddie up in bubble wrap after that & made us fearful of the world. He took us out of school & homeschooled us, never really let us socialise, we never got to go out & see our friends, he all but kept us locked up.” I sighed, thinking back to the harsh words I’d said to my father earlier on that day, the regret & guilt flooding back & overwhelming me once again. “I know he was doing what he thought was best, keeping us safe & protected from anything or anyone that could harm us or influence us.”

“Someone like me?” Nikki teased, trying to lighten the mood.

I let out a soft giggle. “Exactly.”

Nikki gently placed his hand under my chin, lifting my head up fractionally so that my eyes met his. His gaze drifted to my cheek as a lone tear fell silently down it. His grazed his thumb softly against my skin, wiping it away with a simple caress that sent shivers through my body. I felt weak under his touch. That same touch that had once set fire to my mind did so once more & I instantly craved him all over again.

“Who knew you could be a good guy when you wanted to be?” I whispered as his thumb trailed from my cheek to my lips, his eyes fixated on them.

“I’m the devil Lizzy, remember?” He muttered back, restraint evident in this voice. “I’m not a good guy.”

“Being good doesn’t get you anywhere. Trust me, I know.” I breathed, leaning in to him & letting my lips brush his, using his own trick against him. “Kiss me, Sixx.” I whispered.

“You don’t want this, Angel.” He warned gently.

“And how do you know what I want?”

His brow furrowed, confliction obvious in his dark green eyes. “You’re upset & you’ve had a bad day. This isn’t you & as much as I want you, I don’t want you this way, you’re not thinking clearly.” He sighed.

“Fuck, Nikki, I can’t fucking win! So what, you only want me if I’m like all of those other groupies, drunk in a bar & throwing myself at you, is that it?” I snapped, moving away from him.

“No Beth, that’s not it.” He replied bluntly, running his hands through his messy hair. “But look, you’re emotional & vulnerable & I-“ he stumbled, unsure whether to continue. “I’m not the solution to your problem Beth ok, I’m not that kinda guy.”

I laughed sharply. “Wow, because I’m so insecure in myself that I must need you to comfort & validate me, right? Christ Nikki, it must be exhausting fanning your own fucking ego like that.”

“Why else would you be coming on to me now?!”

“Because for a second Nikki, you actually seemed like a decent guy, like maybe you actually had a heart. And for a fucking second, I didn’t despise you.” I laughed, bitterly. “Silly me!”

“But that’s just it Beth, you know I’m not a decent guy. I wanna fuck you, I mean Christ, you know I do. But I wanna make you feel bad, I wanna fulfil your darkest fantasies, I don’t wanna just be your comfort fuck, that’s just not what I do Beth, I’m sorry.” He muttered, shaking his head.

“How fucking dare you?!” I fumed, shoving his shoulder & standing up. “How dare you presume that I fucking need your comfort. I can take care of myself, Sixx, thanks.” I turned around, walking towards the kitchen, muttering to myself “God forbid I should just find him attractive for a fraction of a second & wanna act on it-”

I heard Nikki stand up & I spun round to give him more of my mind, but he was quick & I was suddenly standing chest to chest with him, my face at the level of his neck & I caught his musky scent & I was momentarily intoxicated. I couldn’t stop my thoughts from imagining what it would be like to feel his skin under my lips as I placed kisses along his neck, nipping & sucking as I went. My mouth watered slightly at the thought.

“Ok Lizzy. Prove it.” Nikki tested, his forehead resting lazily on mine as I brought my eyes up to look at him. They were dark, yet I could sense the struggle & hesitance in them, along with the desire that I’d come to recognise so well.

“Prove what?” I asked stubbornly.

“That you want me. Prove me wrong, do something reckless & impulsive just because you know it’ll feel good. Make that decision to jump.” He whispered, his breath brushing my face as his words & his eyes drew me in, pulling me down, under his spell.

Once again, he brought his lips to mine, allowing them to brush together, sending sparks of electricity & passion surging through my body, but he restrained from kissing me. He wanted me to be the one to do it. He wanted to be right.

Fuck, I wanted to prove him right.

“You’re the devil, Nikki Sixx.” I murmured softly.

He smirked against my lips, knowing he had finally won. “Angel, something tells me you can’t help but enjoy it.”

I tiptoed & titled my head up towards Nikki, closing the gap in between our lips, surrendering myself to him. My lips crashed on to his & immediately that fire that only he could ignite spread to every part of me. My mind, my body, my soul we’re all ablaze with the feeling of him. For the first time in years, I did something I knew I shouldn’t, for no other reason than because I simply wanted to. There was no hidden reason or agenda, I just wanted him.

No, I craved him. I wanted him to show me the darker side of myself he promised, I wanted him to show me what my body was made for.

He pressed himself against me, tasting me, wrapping his arms around my waist & pulling me in closer. I could feel that tantalisingly smirk against my lips, I could taste his arrogance & it only made me want him more. I buried my fingers into his hair, gripping with desperate ferocity as he picked me up & thrust me roughly onto the kitchen work surface, deepening his kiss, causing me to moan gently into his mouth.

Nikki groaned seductively, breaking the kiss. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you make that noise for me.” He breathed, his hands travelling up my body to cup my face, holding it roughly, forcing me to look into his hungry eyes. He studied for me a second as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, my body aching for his kiss.

“I knew I could make you fall from Grace.” He smirked. “We’re gonna have fun so much fun together, little Angel.” He grinned wickedly, letting go of my face but keeping his hand under my chin.

I smirked, a new found confidence washing over me as ran my hands through Nikkis disheveled hair & looked into those dark eyes.

I leaned in towards him, my soft lips grazing his lobe purposefully as I whispered proactively into his ear. “You have no idea what you’ve just started. Just because you won this round, doesn’t mean I’m gonna make this easy for you. When I’m through, even the devil is going to kneel before me.” I drawled, mimicking his arrogance before hopping off the work surface & walking away, leaving Nikki with his mouth open, desperate for more.

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emotionally-imbruised · 5 years

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Im literally refreshing your account cuz I can’t wait for part of the gemma’s bestfriend!

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Accidentally in Love Pt. 2

Pt. 1

“Accidentally, I’m in love.”

There’re many things you’ve done in life that you regret. It’s all part of being human, isn’t it? Whether it be something simple like not listening to your parents when they’d advise you not to do something because they knew it would come back and bite you in the ass. Or even just taking that one extra shot of tequila while out with some friends and having full knowledge of how you have work early the next morning... Being regretful when it comes to one's actions is a part of life, and you are no exception to this fact. And boy, are you feeling slightly regretful right now.

Was it one of your brightest ideas to make out with your best friend’s brother on his couch, while he’s sick? Absolutely the frick not. But was it ever smarter of you to panic when said best friend walked in with her mother on you and said brother unexpectantly, thinking it’d be best to avoid the entire situation rather than deal with it head-on? Ha-ha nope, and now the whole scene haunts your memories on a continuous loop.

It all started on Christmas Eve. Harry had called you stating he was sick, and how he didn’t want to be alone for the holidays after he’d gotten the news that Anne and Gemma would no longer be able to visit him because of the poor weather conditions in London – so he invited you over instead. Spending time alone with Harry was nothing out of the ordinary for you seeing as you’d grown quite close to the Rockstar throughout the years due to your friendship with Gemma. You never really considered him as anything other than a best friend despite the butterflies that always swarmed in your stomach whenever you were nearby one another.

A pathetic crush is what you believed it to be, and you treated it as such. However, all of that was thrown out the window after watching two rom-coms with the curly-haired boy cuddled up on his couch, and it was soon discovered that he’s felt the same about you for some time – and well, things got pretty heated after that.

Even with the countless times you’ve imagined the way Harry’s lips would feel being crashed against yours, there was still no chance in hell that you could’ve ever prepared yourself for how lost you’d get in his touch, and that’s precisely what happened. So very lost that neither of you noticed the sound of car doors closing outside or the soft chatter from the two women that had just arrived at Harry’s home. It all happened so fast once the two walked through the front door, and you couldn’t prepare yourselves for even the thought of them witnessing the two of you all over each other in that hot mess.

At first, everyone stayed silent, and it only went downhill from there. The shock that registered on not only Anne’s face at the scene in front of her but also your best friends will forever be etched into your mind, and it’s the absolute worst. You struggled to find your words as you immediately tried to defend your actions to two women that have become such a massive part of your life but were unable to get a word out as you shifted awkwardly on Harry’s lap and felt his increasingly hardening erection rub against the inside of your thigh.

The gasp that left your mouth as you quickly glanced down at the very prominent bulge making itself known through his track pants didn’t go unnoticed by Harry’s family when Gemma finally spoke up. “Oh my god.”

You nervously bit down hard on your bottom lip as you quickly scrambled off of Harry and you both stood up from the couch as you observed your best friend shake her head dramatically; trying her best to look at anywhere but at you and her brother.

“Mum, Gem, wha-what are you doing here?” Harry stammered as he briskly stood from the couch, and his face visibly became noticeably paler. No more words were exchanged as he instantly pressed a hand over his mouth before bolting around the sofa, past his mum and sister, and down the hall to the closest washroom. Soon enough, the only sounds that could be heard were that of him retching and coughing as he was so obviously busy with emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

Anne wasted no time in rushing after her son, but Gemma stayed planted firmly; looking at you in complete shock and confusion after what she’d just witnessed. An awkward moment passed and just as you were about to finally say something – Anne’s voice sounded from down the hallway requesting Gemma’s assistance in helping with Harry. The oldest Styles sibling took a deep breath before shaking her head again and disappearing down the hall with her family.

A part of you wanted to follow right after them to make sure Harry was ok, but your inner coward which happened to be very present at the time had other plans. Without even thinking about it, you wasted no time in shuffling around the couch and into the hallway, so you could make your sweet escape. Your heart pounded harshly in your chest as you struggled with putting your coat and shoes back on out of fear. Any one of the three could see you trying to flee. Once you were finally situated, you dashed out the front door to your car without looking back.

That was over two weeks ago, and the situation has yet to be resolved.

Besides the obligatory Merry Christmas and Happy New Year text exchanges between best friends – you and Gemma have not communicated, and you’ve been ripping yourself a new one over it.

During that awkward week between Christmas and New Year’s where everyone is all over the place, and no one really knows what day it is; you managed to run into Anne while you were out getting some lunch and she asked if she could tag along. There was no way you were going to turn down the woman who has become nothing short of being like a second mother to you, and it was one of the better choices you’d made in recent days. After expressing how sorry you were for the mess you felt you’d caused, she immediately shut that down and said your apology wasn’t necessary.

“Sure, the situation could’ve definitely been handled a bit better,” she explained, causing you to chuckle softly. “But you and Harry are both adults and if you both have feelings for each other, who am I to say anything about that. M’actually quite glad it’s you he’s taken a liking to even though that’s a bit prejudice for me to say because you’re already part of the family, Y/N. I know Gemma feels the same way, but she needs time to process what happened.”

Your entire exchange with Anne made you feel better, but you were still afraid to face your best friend and knew that needed to change. After sending a text stating how sorry you were with how things were handled and how you were ready to talk whenever she was, but unfortunately not hearing anything back; you decided to give her space she so clearly needed.

And then there was Harry. After the entire incident, he wasn’t long texting and calling you trying to talk, but you cruelly left him on read and ghosted him for the last two weeks other than wishing him a happy holiday as well.

You’ve felt like absolute trash for ignoring Harry, but you have been too nervous about facing him. What if he didn’t mean what he said about liking you as well? Maybe he was just as caught up in the heat of the moment as you were and was just a little horny. All of these thoughts have drilled themselves into your brain, and you haven’t prepared yourself to deal with them just yet. Oh, and to top it all off… You managed to get sick as well.

You’re currently bundled up on your couch watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine as you reach towards the Kleenex box sitting on your coffee table, besides what’s left of the still steaming bowl of soup you just made because that’s all your stomach can hold down without making you want to vomit.

There is not one appealing aspect of your current situation, and you can’t help but think this really is just the icing on the cake with everything else that has happened. Damn Harry and his overly appealing germ-filled lips.

Just as you finish blowing your nose into one of the tissues while Jake and Amy start going off about something on the television, your phone chimes with a new text message and you’re startled by the sudden noise. You toss the tissue into the small trash can you have placed next to the couch and dig your phone out from under the pillows to see it’s Gemma asking if you are home. After replying with a simple ‘yes,’ you find yourself staring at the small screen awaiting a response – but it never comes. With a defeated sigh you lay your head against the large armrest of the couch and allow the exhaustion you’re feeling start taking you over – but just as your eyes flutter shut, your front door swings open and suddenly you’re wide awake.

You scramble from your laying position to see who just barged into your apartment but result in you falling down onto the solid hardwood floor with a loud thud. The embarrassed moans that leave your mouth are drowned out by a familiar chuckle, and you soon open your eyes to be met by Gemma’s as she glances down at you with a smirk. She doesn’t say anything as she extends her hand out to help you up, and you just shake your head as you accept her assistance.

“Sorry for barging in like that,” she starts and holds up her set of keys once you’re standing upright; showing off the extra key to your apartment you’d given her a while ago to use for whenever she was in LA visiting. “Decided to just let myself in.”

“What-.”

“Am I doing here?” She cuts you off, and you nod desperately. “Well I’ve been thinking, and these last two weeks have sucked a whole lot without having my best friend to talk to. I’m also getting pretty sick of this one’s never-ending sulkiness.” She gestures behind her to where Harry awkwardly stands, looking like an absolute mess, and you make no attempt in hiding your shock at his sudden presence. He’s obviously still feeling sick with how tired and groggy he looks in his loose grey hoodie and simple fitting jeans, and your guilty conscience comes in at full swing as you find yourself stepping towards him.

“Oh fuck, H,” you whisper as his cloudy green eyes meet yours with a hard-unreadable gaze but soon softens and replaced with concern as you’re taken over by an intense coughing fit.

“Y/N, please tell me you’ve gone to the doctor,” he asks immediately, and you feel even worse because even with how shitty you’ve been to him lately; your wellbeing is still a priority to him.

“Brave of you to assume there’s a likelihood of her leaving the apartment at all if she’s as sick as you’ve been,” Gemma pipes in and you look to her. “Y/N doesn’t do the doctors Harry, you know this. And wow, this is what you both get for making it to first base on that damn couch.”

And there it is. “Gem, the last thing I wanted to do was make you uncomfortable with any of this. It kinda just… happened,” your voice rasps out with another small cough at the end of it.

“I know,” she smiles, and you feel as if a weight has been lifted from your chest. “Can’t say I’m the biggest fan of my best friend and brother being all over each other like the way you two were, but I can say that you two are each one of the few people I think are actually good enough for the other. Y/N, as weird as it is to even think about – you’re one of the best people I could ever imagine my little brother with; and Harry, you’ve got some work to do, but Y/N can help you get to her level.”

“Thanks?” He grumbles, and you chuckle. His eyes then find yours, and you both give the other a knowing nod before engulfing Gemma in a tight group hug.

“Ew, no stop,” she whines and tries to squirm away. “I don’t know whatever illness it is you two have been passing around.”

“You love it,” you state and lean your head onto her shoulder, smiling widely as she wraps her arm around you and tilts her head against yours.

“It’s alright I guess,” she responds as your group hug slowly disperses. “I’m going to go though because I have plans with mum. But I’ll be back tomorrow with your Christmas gift, ok?”

“Of course. I’ve got yours as well, along with your birthday gift I forgot to bring to London with me when I visited at the beginning of December.”

“Worst best friend ever,” she jokes before giving you another hug, nodding to her brother, and disappearing out the front door. You were half expecting Harry to follow after her, but you’re pretty glad he didn’t so you can finally talk to him and get some things off your mind.

You turn to face him, and he awkwardly glances to the ground; not knowing how to approach the situation, so you do instead. “H, I was so caught up in worrying about your mum and Gemma I didn’t even consider your feelings in all of this, and I know I’ve said it a lot lately… but I’m especially sorry for how I just left after well, we kissed and-.”

“S’alright Y/N,” he chuckles at your rambling, and you feel yourself melting as he flashes you one of his giant dimpled grins. He steps towards you, and those damn butterflies in your stomach don’t hesitate in swarming. “I’ve never had a girl walk out on me like that before.”

“Is that supposed to sound appealing to me?” You scoff and keep yourself from snapping at him for the snide comment.

“No, I guess not,” he continues laughing, and you let out a huff. “But m’ sorry as well because I never told you how I felt about you sooner. It’s been for quite some time now, I’ve just been too much of a coward to do anything about it. S’a bit intimidating having feelings for someone who is not only your sister’s best friend but also one of your own. Not necessarily an easy thing to discuss.”

“We could always start talking about it slowly?” You suggest and smile at him shyly. “Could watch a movie and see where the evening takes us?”

Your thoughts instantly go back to what happened the last time the two of you watched a movie together and know he’s thinking the same thing; having no control over the blush burning its way across your cheeks.

He smirks smugly but slowly nods in agreement. “I’d like that.”

With a stupidly wide smile, the two of you make way to the couch and bundle up again… together. Once you’re both comfy and all cuddled against the other, you glance up at him and speak again. “It’s your turn to pick the movie.”

The way he smiles and tugs his bottom lip in between his teeth make you want nothing more than to press your lips against his again, but you decide to hold off for the time being as he gazes down at you. “Let’s watch Shrek. I’ve had a song from that movie stuck in my head for a while now.”

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janusthesneakysnakeboi · 6 years

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Florida Prep Host Club Part 1

(Ouran High School Host Club AU - but gayer)

Ships: Prinxiety mainly (for this part at least)

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attack, deceit mentions, self harm mentions (from a song)

Words: 1652

Note: This AU was based on a post @could-always-be-gayer-2 wrote and I jumped on it. Also I know Florida Prep Academy is a legit place, I didn’t realize that when I was writing this, and this has nothing to do with the actual school. This is also my first Sanders Sides fic so… yeah. (Song used (in bold) is Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued by Fall Out Boy). Enjoy! :)

Ok, first day was pretty good. I mean people stared at me, but what do you expect from these too happy rich kids who now share a school with someone poor, like me. I mean, I wouldn’t have been able to even come here had it not been for my academic scholarship. Speaking of, I should find a quieter place to study than that library - who knew, the place where you’re supposed to be quiet is probably the loudest place in the school. I didn’t know my way around Florida Prep Academy yet, but I guessed I’d be learning quickly. If this place is anything like my last school, I better start scoping out the hiding places now.

I put the hood of my hoodie over my head and turned on some music that always seemed to calm me. What can I say? It’s something about dark - aka “emo” - music that really kept my anxiety in check. I guess the screaming was it - too loud for any thoughts to enter.

I turned my music down as I got to what appeared to be a vacant hallway - I don’t even think I remember seeing any classes down here. I paused my music as I approached Theater Room 3, figuring if there were any theater clubs here, they’d be in the first 2 rooms. I pressed my ear up to the door, and couldn’t hear much of anything. So, I opened the door, and went to press play on my very old and outdated iPhone 5s - which was pretty much out of the 16GB of storage it came with in 2014, and only really good for music, messaging (not like I had anyone to message though) and internet occasionally - when I heard 6 masculine voices start to speak in sync, as if they rehearsed it millions of times already before I walked in. It took me a minute to process what they all just said, but when I did, I almost dropped my phone in shock.

“Welcome to the Florida Prep Host Club!” The six people I was faced with all said at once.

“Umm… What is this? This seems like a sad little club,” I mused, looking around and realizing it was just the 7 of us in this large theater room. The one wearing a crown - why? - looked really offended by what I had said, and I could tell I was going to get a dramatic introduction to this club or whatever I walked in on.

“I apologize, you must not be familiar with the concept of a host club. The basic premise of a host club is that lovely people, like me, who have way too much time on their hands volunteer to entertain even lovelier people, like yourself, who also have way too much time on their hands. This one in particular is rather special you see. As the prep school with the highest number of LGBTQ students, we took it upon ourselves when making this club that we would be very accepting of that community, and find most of our hosts and guests are in some way part of the community themselves.”

I felt my eyes widen in shock. How did I not know this was a rainbow school? You probably just expected everywhere you go to be Transphobia City, located in the great state of Homophobia. I didn’t realize the crown guy was still talking, until he was introducing the club members to me.

“Take your pick. We have the hard on the outside, soft on the inside guy, who also happens to be very gay, and bigender, if either of those strike your fancy,” when the crown dude spoke, a guy wearing a sweater and a yellow tie - probably a code for their gender identity of the day - waved awkwardly. “Don’t worry though, they are much less awkward once you have a conversation with them.”

“Wha-”

“Well, if you’re not into them, maybe the lovable, childlike one? Or how about the mischievous twins? Or the calm, cool, and collected, organized nerd over there? They may be straight, but they are very kind.” As he spoke, various people greeted me, and I tried to associate personalities with faces, until I realized I knew 0 of the 7 names I needed.

“Who even are you people!” I shook with nervousness, and became even more on edge when I realized I shouted at all these rich people who could end me in one second. I saw the “calm” one with glasses walk towards me, his blank, unreadable expression setting me off even more, and I broke into a run away from all of them on the far side of the room. I shakily tried to open my phone to put some music on when the shorter, “childlike” member came running towards me, slipping underneath a cautionary hand to race toward me. I panicked and, without looking behind me, I backed up rather quickly, and tripped on a cord that was probably either not plugged in or connected to microphones or something. To my misery, I fell back into a little table that had one thing on it.

Emphasis on had.

I heard a crash behind me and immediately curled into a ball, pressing play on a random Fall Out Boy album - the last thing I had open on my screen, and heard the title track to From Under the Cork Tree begin to play, and felt a cautionary hand on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see all the host club members looking on edge, but like this wasn’t unusual. They probably all pity you. Because they know you tr- written on my wrist says ‘Do not open before Christmas.’ We’re only liars- they are all lying to you. They just want you to have a false sense of security and hope. I mean it’s not like they have any pride flag- Then I saw it. The whole wall was covered in almost every pride flag imaginable. I look at the other wall, and noticed they are separated by gender identity and sexuality, so you wouldn’t be confused as to where your flag was. I looked to the left and right, and saw my flags. I smiled, and the person sitting in front of me smiled, realizing I had changed my expression from I imagine pure panic to a calmer one.

“Hi there. Are you okay? Are you feeling overwhelmed?” Patton’s voice was calm, trustworthy, nice. I smiled at him, and shook my head.

“I was before, but I think I’m better now. Thanks…” I bit my lip, looking away, embarrassed at myself for my actions. Patton helped me up off the ground, and when I stood up I remembered the crash, and looked behind me. “Oh no… was that valuable?” I turned around, and one of the twins was standing directly behind me.

“Oh no, it wasn’t extremely valuable at all. It was very inexpensive, barely cost us a penny. It also holds zero sentimental value.”

“Yo, don’t listen to them. They’re completely pulling your leg. But yeah sis, this was going to be auctioned off at the Grand Florida Auction for $420,000. That was just the starting bid.” The other twin with blue sunglasses on was now behind me, standing very close to the shattered porcelain. Seeing it all shattered and hearing the price for it made me wince a little.

“And, as you are so rich, we know you’ll have no problem paying us back. In fact, don’t even worry about it! I’m sure there’s no other way to repay us for that cheap glass you broke.”

“Hey, lay off! Give ‘em some time to get used to this all before confusing ‘im.” The sunglasses twin scolded.

“Now, if you would like my input, I would say that as we do not expect someone like you to have that kind of money, as you cannot seem to afford a school uniform. However, there are many ways one could repay debt.”

“Yes! Beautiful work my dear pocket protector! And I have just the idea. You are now officially the Host Club’s dog!”

Oh no, what did I just get myself into…

I nodded solemnly, and then the smallest one came running up to me again. “Yay!! I’m so glad you’re a host with us! Logan! We should all introduce ourselves!” And then I saw someone - Logan I would assume - nod.

“Ah yes. Maybe not all at once, as to not overwhelm our newest host more. However yes, I am Logan, they/them pronouns please. And yes, as mentioned I am a heterosexual, and feel attraction towards females. And-”

“- I’m Patton! He/Him pronouns kiddo, except on the rare days where I might ask you guys to use they/them, but those days don’t happen often.” Patton smiled at me, and I looked around to see everyone staring at me.

“Wh-what’s wrong?” Then, I saw the crown guy come next to Patton, and smirk. “What Princey?” I sneered. I didn’t know what it was about him, but something didn’t feel right, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going to- no, it wouldn’t make sense but of course, when does anything I think ever?

“Princey? I kinda like it. However, my official title is King of the Florida Prep Host Club, but you can call me Roman. He/him pronouns, por favor~” I would never admit that his wink had any affect on me at all. Never.

“So? What’s your name kiddo? At least tell us your pronouns, so we don’t upset you!” Patton spoke, and I shrunk into my hoodie, hoping I could disappear into the grey and black threads. “Oh, I’m sorry kiddo, are we overwhelming you again? Everyone, give the poor kiddo some space-”

“I’m not your kiddo. I’m no one’s kiddo.” I mumbled, turning to walk away. “I’ll be back tomorrow, only to repay my debt.”

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wilderdragon334 · 6 years

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Quills quest

Quill laid down in his small bed, smiling at Saryn.

“Goodnight” Quill sayed as he yawned laying his head on his pillow.

“Goodnight Quill, happy dreams” Saryn whispered as she blew the light out and closed the door.

The silent night was broken when all of a sudden….

*CRASH*

Throughout the house Saryn called out"Quill help!“

Quill jumped up from his bed confused, “What was that noise” he thought.

Scurrying the out of the room and down the hall he saw someone drag Saryn away. Quickly he grabbed the back of their shirt attempting to divert their attention, but was harshly thrown to the side and slowly he lost consenciness.

Quill woke up, the day just dawning, he frantically begun to search around the home to no avail. “Where could she be?!” He thought.

He left the house and ran as fast as he could to the nearest village.

He attempted to speak to the people, but he was just ignored like some stray cat. He paced back and forth worried sick for his companion.’’What am i gonna do?’’ He said aloud.

Then From behind one of the buildings approached a toad, the toad had a little doll bag on its back and seemed to have noticed him. Looking up quill noticed the toad, approaching him the toad said ”Hey i noticed you seemed to be troubled?”

“Yes my companion was kidnapped last night by someone!!”.

“That doesn’t sound good at all. Did you get an eye of what they looked like?” asked the toad

“No not at all.”looking down in a disappointed gaze.

“Well i can never turn down helping someone out so how bout i tag along?”

“Hey i may be helpful ya know!”

“Well sure, but wait what about your companion won’t they noticed your gone?”

“Nah he stays occupied most of the time’’ *glances at the playground full of young children*

“Trust me he won’t notice.”

“Well ok then. By the way, what’s your name?”

“Geralds the name.” replied the toad

“Well then lets go.”

Quill and gerald set off to quills home to prepare for their adventure.

“So whats her name? said Gerald”

“Her name is saryn, she heals people with plants and herbs, i always see her helping people, but some call her a witch, whatever that is.”

Gerald exclaimed, “Well from what i’ve heard people don’t like witches”

“They don’t?” quill asked

“Nope, people think its black magic and bad and they do bad things to them”

“But she’s just helping people why would they do something like that,.. that,..that’s outrageous” Quill said aloud in anger

“yea i know,…..wait i saw a poster exclaiming about people who hunt witches!”Gerald remarked

“ you did!! Well she must of been taken by them!”Quill said in excitement

“welp i guess we better prepare and make our way there.”Gerald pronounced

Quickly they pack some things, quill grabs his little messenger bag and fills it with some essentials and a little book.

Down the road They talk to all the nearest merchants who all point in one direction. North. Both Quill and Gerald set out to find Saryn.

After hours of walking through forest quill says “ we should find a village nearby some people may know were these hunters are”.

“Well from what i heard their base was miles this way, but they couldn’t of got that far” exclaimes gerald.

“Yeah your right’’ ,agrees quill.

Through the midst of their conversation gerald begins to hear a growling noise from the bushes surrounding them. Then suddenly quill is attacked by a wolf three times bigger than the both of them. The wolf chomps down on quills wing causing a great amount of pain, but quill scratches the wolf with his claws creating a gash in his neck. The wolf hurt, drops him and backs away until his pack surrounds the two. Terrified gerald croaks at them telling them to stay back or something bad might happen.The leader of the pack emerges, laughing.

“Ha what might two little pesk do to me,a toad and a dragon who looks like a mut, why should i be afraid?”

.standing in front of his friend stuttering gerald shouts

“stay aw-away!!”

“Huh maybe we should eat this one first guys, says the pack leader.”

Quill clutching his wing walks in front of gerald and stares the wolf in the eyes. You can eat us if you want but its not gonna be easy catching us first. The wolf grins then charges toward them then a flash of light stops him and finds they had vanished in thin air.

“What were did they go, where are those varmint!!”

The leader howls and commands the stronger ones to find them and bring them back to him. “They challenged me and i do not back away from challenges!” he mutters to himself.

In a tree quite a distance away quill slumped against the tree, his wing bleeding from the bite.

Quill sighs,“we are never gonna find her especially if we’re being chased by wolves!!”

Gerald trying to comfort quill ”hey don’t give up we’ll find her i promise, but first you have to get that wing fixed fast.”

“I don’t know where to go and i haven’t seen a village near us in miles exclaims quill what am i gonna do?!”

“Leave it to me says gerald”

Gerald whistles and a few squirrels appear. Speaking fast the squirrels greet gerald,

“hello, hi, what is you need from us old friend,”.

“Well you see i need to know where the nearest village is and fast.” says gerald

The squirrels whisper to each other and finally say “just past this forest in the meadow there is a small village we can take you there if you like.”

“yes please, my friend needs help.”

“Ok.” exclaimes the squirrels

The squirrels scurry around to quill and pick him up and carry him down the tree. Leading gerald they all head toward the meadow village staying hidden in the bushes.

Once at the village, quill was taken in by a herbalist and his wing wrapped up. after the both of them sat outside staring up at the sky, it was already night and the stars had emerged glowing just so brightly in the sky. The clouds swirling about covering half of the moon in the sky as its shine lit up the village and the lake nearby. Fireflies could be seen dancing about on top of the water giving light to fish below. Everything was calm. The wind a slight breeze leaving a chill down quills back, he pulled a blanket out of his bag and and threw it over himself. Gerald being an amphibian didn’t mind the wind. Slowly the two fell asleep to the hymn of the night.

With a thundering crack both woke up to a downpour of rain. Startled quill threw his blanket over his head and ran to one of the merchant stands cover.

Gerald hopping over,”hey quill what are we gonna do know?

“well maybe i can borrow something to keep us dry.”

“ahem well i heard of your problem and i may have a solution here’s something.”

From behind the stand he pulls out an item that unfolds with a stick attached to the center.

“i call this an umbrella, he hands it to quill with a proud look.”

Quill observing it,“what does

“well it keeps off the rain of course,”he opens it and sticks it in the rain, and it pours right off.

“woah that’s awesome, but um how much is it?”

“well seeing your situation, i would never want to see my familiar without me, im giving it to you for free.”

“really thank you so much kind sir, really thank you!!”

“ you’re welcome, and good luck and don’t give up.”

Quill and gerald finally get back on the road. the rain begins to slow as they walk for awhile then come across a carriage. The carriage was turned over and seemed to of been pillaged, everything gone except for a note. The note read “ we are expecting you soon, follow the hidden path given to you,and hurry for we do not like waiting” excited for finding evidence they set off again to look for the hidden road. Staying in the bushes, fearful of the wolves that might be watching they treaded lightly. Soon they came across an intersection with a sign, quill attempted to read the sign but it had been marked over so the names were unreadable. Quill and Gerald sat pondering on where to go, then down the one of the paths they heard a gruff voice speaking of a cave hidden from others. Excited quill whispered to gerald

“This is our chance to find her, to find Saryn!”

They proceed to follow the suspicious man until he disappears into a waterfall. Quill warns gerald to be careful and they sneak into the waterfall to find a door. Beyond the door they see a cavern dully lit by torches leading down most of the walls, from as far they could see people in robes and some in commoner clothes stood gathered around, chatting about something,below the. Quill curious of their conversation begun to scurry down a path leading to the bottom of the cavern, hiding in all the nearest shadows. When he got close enough he begun to listen to their conversation.

“Sir we got the witch from merrilane village.”

“one of our men was attacked by some creature we suspect it to be her familiar.”

“ ah, i see.” exclaimed a tall figure shrouded in a dark purple robe.

“Well hopefully you took care of it.”

“Yes sir we did.”replied the henchmen

The tall man spoke again asking to bring forth the witch found from the village.

From a distance hallway farther through the cavern a lady appeared with her hands tied behind her back.

Quill gasped “Saryin!!”

As the henchmen guided her toward the table, the tall robed figure approached examining her.

With a disdainful look the man asked“So your the witch i’ve been told about?”

“ I am not a witch! Let me go!”she argued

“Hmph like that would happen, you could lying, all this talk of magic and ugh…miracles, do you really think we would believe you!!” he replied in sarcastic anger.

“ and don’t say anything else or the consequences may affect more than just you.”

Saryn sighed and looked down with a hopeless look.

Finally catching up, Gerald could feel the anger surrounding Quill,

“Not yet Quill, now is not the time to attack.”

“Then when?” he grumbled

“ you’ll know when, just not now”

Quill sighed and nodded in agreement even though he was disappointed in geralds answer.

After waiting and observing the groups actions Quill devised a plan, which they carried out next.

Quietly Quill scurried across the floor of the cavern and found Saryn, he grabbed a plate and threw a good distance from where he was standing distracting the guard. Then he rushed over untying saryn freeing her of the bonds. Surprised she thanked Quill hugging him, though he told her they must escape quickly, then suddenly the guard saw them, so they begun to run through the cavern toward the exit. Halfway to the exit henchmen appeared from all sides.

“ come her little mut, let us take care of your master” one of the henchmen teased

Quill growled baring his teeth.

“Hand me the book Quill” Saryn motioned toward his bag

Quickly he reached into his bag and tossed her the book.

With a smokey light surrounding it the book grew in size and opened to page with a spell cast on it.

“What is she doing?” muttered the henchmen

“I don’t know and i don’t wanna find out!”

The henchmen charged toward her, but was slowly put sleep. All of the people around them

Begun to slowly fall asleep. Stepping over them Quill grabbed Gerald and them and Saryn left the cavern. Finally walking under the waterfall and outside, someone emerged from the shadow.

“ HA, you thought you could outsmart everyone with your witchcraft!?”

“ i am not a witch.” Saryn replied in frustration

“Oh well if your not a witch then fight me”

“ i will then”

Saryn cast a few spells toward him none doing any effect. The tall man smiled with an egotistical smile as the shadows around him rose higher and higher, through the shadows growling could be heard from every turn fangs were seen in every shadow. Terrified Saryn, Quill, and Gerald backed away, but being stopped but the shadows behind them.

“There is now were to run, give up now”

“ never” shouted Quill

They charged toward the man, but Saryn was thrown back and grabbed by one of the shadows.

“Saryn, NO!”

Quill jumped at the man, biting at him, but was thrown back by the man. He then cast a spell slowing Quill down, Quill did not give in. He stood up and bolted into the sky his wing still hurt and he dived toward the man talons ready to strike, but again Quill was deflected by what seemed like an invisible barrier. Panting Quill got up again, but this time he was attacked by the tall man. Left and right he was hit by thorns and vines, finally throwing him at the grown, he just lay there motionless.

He looked around surrounded by a room of white light “What am i doing?”, he thought.”Im probably dead”. Why did i think i could save her,?”he sat pondering for a moment.

With a disappointed gaze he looked down, when out of nowhere a voice spoke

“ do not give up, you have more power than you can think, this is not the end only the beginning of what you and only you can learn! Reflect on your priorities and decide!!”the booming voice spoke with a gentle but decisive tone.

“ he’s right” proclaimed Quill

“ saryn has always been there for me,she never turned me down even if i was different than others, it’s my turn!!,

Then suddenly everything begun to fade and saryn’s voice could be heard

“ get up Quill, please don’t die; Get up!”

Quill could see everything around him again except this time the time the man was standing over saryn. with all the strength in his body and the anger in his mind Quill grabbed the book he had and begun to read over it, slowly he began to glow and grow in size. To a fully sized dragon. He spread his wings blocking the sunlight from the man’s view. Terrified the man turned around gazing up at Quill.

“ H-how did you-”

“Dont underestimate a mage’s abilities” replied Quill with a grin.

Then suddenly Quill dived toward the man, breaking the barrier he picked up the man and threw him into the waterfall, the man falling, yelling, slowly oh so slowly his voice grew faint,

“this is not the end, witch!” was the last words heard from him.

Picking up Gerald and Saryn, they both looked starstruck.

“Woah Quill that was amazing” Gerald remarked

“Yes that was, thank you so much for looking for me Quill, it means so much to me.” Saryn said while hugging Quill.

“Oh no i couldn’t leave you, your the most important person to me!you’ve never let me down and i will never ever abandon you!” Quill smiles.

“Well it’s time to go home, people must be missing us” Gerald chimes in

“Yeah” replies Quill

“It’s time to go home”

#writer #story #dragon #familiar #mage #witch #magic #wolves #evil #beginner writer #plz help #agh its so bad and it was written in two days #Btw autocorrect sucks

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jewish-gay-elves · 4 years

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getting what you need in a roundabout way

“They get down to the clinic and inside they see Anders helping a lil kid out with tristan like talking to other patients and stuff but stops at the sight of these three imposing folks and a dwarf ” - my notes on this au

Words: 1833, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of the a tale of too many wardens because i want everyone to be happy and heres how

Fandoms: Dragon Age: II, Dragon Age (Video Games)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: None

Characters: Male Amell (Dragon Age), Tristan Amell, Male Warden (Dragon Age), Anders (Dragon Age), Male Hawke (Dragon Age), Ant Hawke, Carver Hawke, Bethany Hawke, Varric Tethras

Relationships: Male Amell/Anders (Dragon Age), Anders/Male Warden (Dragon Age), Anders/Tristan Amell

Additional Tags: ok i kno i tagged with Male Amell/Anders but im sorry this is not really a shippy fic, its really just them like interacting with the hawkes

Carver honestly wasn’t expecting much when Lirene told them the clinic was in Darktown, he figured it had to be shoddy of course, but when they got there, he understood why so many people tried to stop them. The place was full of sick and elderly folks, all coughing and stewing in filth around them, what was more surprising was that not all of them were Ferelden refugees either. Some of them were definitely Kirkwallers, which amazed Carver considering he knew exactly how most Kirkwallers felt about the refugees who came after the Blight.

Ant almost stopped halfway through, looking at those around them, looking like he might just roll up his sleeves and start casting and entirely blow their cover. Carver knew that as soon as Antony stopped, so would Bethany, and they’d never get their work done. Doing his job as a little brother best, he shoved Ant with his shoulder, jarring the oldest Hawke sibling out of whatever funk he was about to fall in. Varric chuckled at the two brothers, before following behind as they approached the back of the makeshift clinic.

Carver could see the tell tale glow of magic, though this seemed more experienced than any of the minor healing spells their father had taught his siblings. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man with a staff on his back, stand up to his full height. Multiple mages? Carver thought Lirene only spoke of one healer, but it didn’t matter, they were now close enough to see who was casting the blue light. He was taller than Carver expected, and blonde, and completely engaged in the magic he was casting over the young boy laid out on the table. After a moment, the boy gasped and sat up, coughing a bit as his body registered whatever happened to him. The healer himself, staggered back, leaning against a pillar to catch his breath. Ant started to step closer as the family gathered up the boy and headed for the exit. Ant hadn’t even reached the cot before the healer whipped around, staff in hand.

“I approximate you have about two minutes to explain why you’re bringing weapons into a medical clinic before I decide I don’t really care why you’re here. There are injured and innocent here, only looking for help,” he said, trying to hide his fatigue with a sarcastic tone. Carver only heard the sound of a sword scraping against its scabbard before he realized he should have paid more attention to the other mage he saw. The other man he had seen had finally turned around, and was making his way towards the healer with a shortsword drawn and aimed in their direction.

“If you’re Carta, I’ve already made our payments for the next two months. You’d best bully somewhere else if you’re short on coin,” the man said, making a gesture with his sword to point to the door, making sure they knew exactly where he wanted them to go. Bethy had already raised her hands placatingly, and Ant stopped in his tracks, copying Bethany’s motion unknowingly.

“I’m just here to talk!” Ant said, looking at his companions to make sure none of them had drawn their weapons.

“We’re interested in getting into the Deep Roads. Rumor has it you were a Warden. Do you know a way?” Varric asked, getting to the point immediately. The two men looked between themselves wearily.

“Did the Wardens send you to bring us back? We’re not going, those bastards wanted us to get rid of our cat,” the healer said, starting to lower his staff. The other man still held his sword aloft, not lowering his guard for a second.

“Not quite what I’d lead with darling,” the other man, who must have also been a warden, said. Carver couldn’t quite figure it out, but something was familiar about this man.

“Poor Ser-Pounce-A-Lot, he hated the Deep Roads, though I’m not sure if he likes Darktown that much more,” the healer rambled. Carver couldn’t for the life of him figure out where this conversation was going.

“You had a cat named Ser-Pounce-A-Lot? In the Deep Roads?” Ant asked, Carver almost smacked his face with his palm, of course that was what Ant was interested by.

“Still have, actually. He was a gift, a noble beast indeed. Almost got ripped in half by a genlock once. He swatted the bugger on the nose. Drew blood, too.” he said, his gaze going distant as he recalled the memory. The other man rolled his eyes before returning his attention to the Hawkes and Varric.

“So you came to Kirkwall just to escape the Wardens?” Ant asked, seemingly trying to keep things casual, but if Carver knew his brother, Ant was genuinely curious.

“You say that like it’s a small thing, and not quite. Yes, we’re here because there’s no Warden outpost, no darkspawn, and a whole host of refugees to blend in with. And, some personal reasons of our own,” the healer explained. The other man shot him an annoyed look, probably because he was giving them far too much information, but clearly this healer was quite a trusting person. The look the other man gave, so fiercely reminded Carver of the very same looks his own mother gave him when he annoyed her, he couldn’t figure out how he and the healer knew each other. Or why Carver himself felt like he knew the man as well.

“I’ve always heard that joining the Wardens is for life?” Ant went on, clearly confused as to why and how they left.

“It is,” The other man said “But being a Warden is more than the bulky armor and stupid speeches about victory and death,” he had finally started to lower his sword as he spoke, but did not put it away.

“Well, it’s partly true,” the healer contradicted, “The “hopelessly tainted by darkspawn” and “plauged by nightmares about the Archdemon” parts don’t go away. But it turns out if you hide well, you don’t have to wear the uniform or go to the parties,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Anders!” the other man admonished.

“What? You hated the nobles too, oh you mean the Warden secrets right, sorry,” Anders said, wincing at his slip up. Varric was clearly trying not to laugh at the two men, and instead coughed to get Ant’s attention back on their goal.

“Oh right! I’m part of an expedition into the Deep Roads. Any information you have could save people’s lives,” Ant said, putting emphasis on the latter half of the sentence.

“Save yourselves the trouble of going down there in the first place,” The other man said, scoffing, he ended up cocking his hips to the side, in just the same way Carver had seen Bethy do thousands of times. Anders the healer had a little chuckle at the other man’s words before finally turning to Ant, with what seemed like a serious answer on his lips.

“I will die a happy man if I never think of the blighted Deep Roads ever again. You can’t imagine what we went through to get here. I’m not interested in- Although,” he starts, looking to his partner before continuing, “A favor for a favor, does that sound like a fair deal? You help us, we help you?” he finished, looking to the other man with hope on his face. Ant started to smile, and Carver knew that they’d be knee deep in spider guts before the end of this, or somethings guts at least.

“Help my expedition reach the Deep Roads, and I’ll do whatever you need,” Ant said, signing them all to their fates of taking care of whatever these two wanted, without even asking what they needed help with, of course. The two men seemed to realize this as well, Anders’ eyebrows shooting up as the other man finally put his sword away.

“You don’t ask for my terms? What if I were asking for the knight-commander’s head on a pike?” Anders said, tossing around a hypothetical Carver prayed would never come to pass, for both Bethany and Ant’s sakes.

“Is that what you ask?” Ant asked back, sounding genuinely surprised. It took all of Carver’s strength to not strangle him right there. Anders just smirked before responding, as if imagining the sight.

“You decide,” he finally settled on, then continued “We have a Warden map of the depths in this area. But there’s a price. We came to Kirkwall to aid a friend, a mage, a prisoner in the wretched Gallows. The templars learned of my plans to free him. Help us bring him safely past them, and you shall have your maps.” Ant started nodding as if it was all done. Carver couldn’t help but speak up.

“What exactly do the templars know of your plans?” he asked, stepping forward. Anders and the other man looked at him in surprise, then answered.

“We aren’t sure, Anders had been passing letters to Karl through a maidservant in the Gallows. Then, we stopped hearing anything at all,” The other man said, looking at him approvingly.

“Tell us about your friend,” Bethany asked, speaking up at last, clearly curious about how someone seemingly from the Ferelden Grey Wardens knew someone from Kirkwall’s circle. Anders started smiling before he answered.

“His name is Karl Thekla. He was sent here from Ferelden when Kirkwall’s circle required new talent. His last letter said that the knight-commander was turning the circle into a prison” Anders said, voice dropping at the end.

“Aren’t they already prisons though?’ Bethany said in an aside to Ant. The other man caught her words however and laughed.

“You can actually see between the lines, can’t you, girl?” He asked, grinning broadly.

“My name is Bethany,” she said, and Carver could tell she wasn’t that happy with the man just calling her “girl”. Thankfully, he caught this as well, and slightly bowed his head in apology.

“We received reports of mages being locked in cells, refused appearances at court, and made Tranquil at the slightest of crimes. We can’t leave Karl in there,” he said, looking at Anders’ pained face.

“How do you plan to break him out of the Gallows?” Carver asked, already thinking about the obscene amounts of templars he saw patrolling just the other day.

“I’m hoping it won’t come to that,” Anders began. “I sent a message to Karl asking him to meet us in the Chantry tonight. Maker willing, he’ll be there, alone. But if there are templars with him, I swear, I’ll free him from them. Whatever the cost,” Antony was nodding, clearly understanding Anders’ feelings.

“I would help any fellow mage, map or no map,” Ant declared, clearly in a righteous mood. Varric starts a little at this, before clarifying for Ant.

“We still would really appreciate getting the maps though,” the dwarf said. Anders and the man just laughed in response.

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XPWEW Friday Night Pyro (1-10-2020)

Friday Night Pyro January 10th, 2020 Eugene, Oregon McArthur Court

Lotus enters HUGE POP “Thank You Lotus (clap clap clap clap)” is so loud she has to wait for the crowd to die down a bit before she can speak.

Opening Segennt: Lotus addresses that last week was the most satisfying 6 minutes of my life and Chris Johnson. I say “fuck your retirement” Stand up like a man. Get dressed. I raided the XPWEW offices early in the witching hour and I got your profile, Chris. I got phone numbers, Addresses, emergency contacts, I got financial information. But all I wanted Chris was your address. This right here is an envelope. I know xpwew used to book your flights for you but I took my own money here and purchased this flight. Departing from Memphis International to Seattle January 19th, 2019 I got this other thing, I comped this ticket. It’s front row. It’s for the Guilty As Charged ppv. And you know how it is for us pro wrestlers, if a fan steps over that rail, they are all ours. So Chris come to girly as charged. Fly to Seattle. Find your seat. At some point in the show I’m gonna come down to this ring and I’m gonna challenge to step over that guardrail and fight me like a man slams mic

Slayer and Rosemary comes down and Lotus walks right by them

Masato Tanaka enters

M1: Masato Tanaka defeats Slayer

XPWEW International Champion: Golden Bryce comes down and wants to challenge Masato Tanaka for the international title at the Guilty As Charged PPV Next Sunday; Tanaka accepts slayer requests rematch clause and it is now a three way dance at the ppv

M2: XPWEW International Championship Golden Bryce defeats Brian Lee

Slayer attempts to attack Bryce but that’s only a decoy distraction as Rosemary delivers a low blow to Bryce from behind. Slayer waves sarcastically walking backwards upward the ramp.

Twitch Ad with Golden Bryce & Dr. disrespect

Backstage interview: James Westerbeck is interviewing XPWEW Heavyweight Champion: Champagne Clausen. “Champ I think what the world wants to know now is what you spoke with briefly with John Oliver last week. is it true that you sedated— Champagne cuts him off “James, that’s a bad word don’t say that. I didn’t “sedate”. Anyone. My dad isn’t married, My dad is also up in age. My Dad was brutally beaten at Appalachia ok and you want me to be a bad son and let him try and exist with that pain. So yes I make have upped his dosage

Jacques Dudley enters “Well hey champ. I will admit I’ll take you sedating your Dad after my beating as a huge accomplishment. Champagne “Do you want a beatdown? Meet me in the ring chump. GM Romeo Roselli says I think Eugene Oregon wants to see you two pummel each other into oblivion next week.. but Champagne were 9 days out from Guilty As Charged and I’ve determined your PPV opponent will be decided! Tonight! In a 10 man Over-The-Top battle royal.

enters LOTUS Romeo: Um yes Lotus I wanted to speak with you I contacted Chris and he’s declined your match offer, He plans on staying retired. Lotus: laughs Predators like the dark. Cowards are people like to hide. He’s a coward. He’s a monster and a low life scumbag and I couldn’t stand all last week people celebrating his career like he did anything good, for anything. Fuck Chris Johnson. I bought him his plane ticket, I sent it to his address and if he’s not a coward he’ll show Romeo: Lotus. That’s sort of the thing I wanted to talk about, You raided the corporate office Wednesday morning and because of that I have no choice but to suspend you without pay. But I’ll grant you a return match with an opponent at Guilty As Charged on the 19th. I’m sorry, My hands are tied. Lotus: So you want me to leave. Romeo: Yes Lotus: Make my opponent the women’s champion Romeo: I can’t do that Lotus: Then make my opponent Chris Johnson.... loud pop Romeo: exhales I’ll have you.....A match on the 19th Lotus: walks away

M3: Audrey Carbine def. Kiera Hogan by submission

The Plagueground enters and intimidate Carbine to walk to the back and have her concerned until...

McGraw and Kid (tag champs run down) Both teams brawl until Plagueground actually brutalizes Kid and attempts to smash McGraw’s arm in between the steel steps. That was rough. Now how is he gonna hit his trademark “Buckshot” finisher move now?

All Man cuts promo thanking his mentor Scott Steiner for passing him his chain-link headdress

M4: All Man w/ All Woman defeats Ethan Bedlam after distracting Referee Kevin Madrox long enough to nail Bedlam with his Case Your Luck briefcase

Garrett Thompson makes All Man an ultimatum. 3 out of 5 falls for the case Your luck briefcase. So now at the pay-per-view GT vs All Man for the briefcase in a Best 3 out of Falls

Backstage interview: XPWEW Juniorweight Champ Jordan Oliver w/ Ruckus by his side. “3M Ultra. Boy you a flake. You a loser. You a lame. You a goofy ass scrub. I plan on making you famous when I defend my title at Guilty As Charged. This is your one shot pump, make it worth while. Cause I’m Jordan Oliver and I’m young, dumb Ruckus grabs mic and he’s coming for you Nigga

Champagne Clausen joins commentary to watch the next match, to find out who his opponent will be at Guilty As Charged: Next Sunday

M5: 10 Man Over The Top Battle Royal

1 Contenders Match Winner challenges Champagne Clausen for the World Title at Guilty As Charged GG vs Based Fabian vs Joe Gacy vs Brodie Croyle vs Dragon Kid vs Leonard McGraw vs Jacques Dudley vs Ruckus vs Freight Train vs All Woman

Leonard McGraw eliminates Gacy & Croyle singlehandedly

Leonard eliminates Jacques and Based Fabian single handedly

Freight Train eliminates Ruckus

Ruckus angrily jumps back in and eliminates Train

All Woman eliminates Dragon Kid

Remaining: All Woman, McGraw, GG GG skins the cat after McGraw thought he got him over Stare down between All Woman and McGraw and he doesn’t hesitate and throws her over aggressively but quick as a cat GG is able to dump McGraw over for a HUGS UPSET WIN!!!!!!

women’s champ Amy Lee comes down in a hurry to congratulate her boyfriend GG and Champagne laughs hysterically over the mic, hopping around hilariously on his desk chair seat. “GG? A stunt guy? A former camera man? Are you serious? This is going to be a cakewalk” GG stands up straight looking at Champagne and he bumps into his shoulder and laughs walking by, shaking his head

Kaitlyn Khaos on commentary “Champagne is really really underestimating GG”

GG “HEY! HEY! IM TALKING TO YOU ASSHOLE!” crowd pops Champagne turns around GG “Motherf****r this ain’t a joke to me, Name the match. I’ll beat you at it. 2020 is my year. Damn it and everybody here is going to find that out reaaaal quick” *crowd pops mildly, slowly coming around to rooting for the “loveable risktaker” GG Champagne: Perplexed Fine. GG. If that’s your real name. It’s going to be your hometown. Seattle Washington. crowd pops mildly cause Eugene. Oregon is close enough Champagne: “It’s going to be your hometown yeah well it’s gonna be my match. Yeah. My creation. It’s gonna be my legacy. And next week in front of the world. I’m gonna reveal my match. My rules. My idea. If your gonna beat me. Your gonna do it on my terms. But really, I’m so confident in beating you that...I don’t wanna go 0-1 in my own created match yknow Lol kidding. I’ll see you next week. You Lucky Duck you.

M6: XPWEW Women’s Title

Amy Lee (c) defeats Lola Starr

After a short squash match Amy says she needs more competition so she’s unloading the gauntlet and calling out all the “Heavy Hitters” and at Guilty As Charged she will defend her title against Doxy Deity. Audrey Carbine & Kiera Hogan in a 4 Way Dance *show ends

#xpwew #friday night pyro #jake awesome #champagne clausen #golden bryce #lotus

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